Predator Franchise - Blog Posts

Was watching a reaction video to the Predator Badlands trailer, and one of the people reacting said something along the lines of, ‘I don’t care about predator culture, I don’t want to learn a single thing about them. I just want them to be mysterious alien hunters.’

Okay, but isn’t this way of thinking precisely what has been suffocating the franchise for the last decade? We never get anything new or anything interesting because film makers keep sticking to the same old formula in order to keep the predator species ‘mysterious’. Well, I hate to break it to you folks, but an alien species that has appeared in seven films has ceased to be mysterious a long time ago.

The OG Predator - Kevin Peter Hall:

"I'm not just somebody shuffling around in a monster suit. I'm a kind of puppeteer from the inside who is attempting through arm & body movements to give the creatures I play a sense of personality."

RIP Kevin Peter Hall (May 9, 1955 – April 10, 1991).

Predator (1987) Tough Guy Grooming Kit

Sergeant Blain Cooper: "I ain't got time to bleed." - Predator (1987)

…You got time to shave…?

Introducing The Predator (1987) Tough Guy Grooming Kit: The Razor to use before going out to have you some fun tonight.

Major Alan "Dutch" Schaefer: "If it bleeds, we can kill it" - Predator (1987)

…Po' Lil' Predator…

Predator (1987) Plant

Jorge "Poncho" Ramirez: "She says the jungle...it just came alive & took him." - Predator (1987)

Billy: There's something out there , waiting for us. And it ain’t no man…. Dutch: Get to the CHOPPAAHHH!

so my yautja is a twitch streamer now

i thought of doing this just as art prompt, but why the hell not just do it for "real" so im a yautja png streamer now over at twitch/blakescosplay ive only done some test streams atm and i didn't have the animated png last stream but i will for the next one

also i do apologize for my voice its been damaged by years of to much testosterone :P (im trans fem and really... really need to voice train ) (and yes my yautja is canonically trans now :P ) also i am thinking of making a pngtuber for most of my OC's and cosplays

The Yautja can run 30 to 45 MPH, so it's cute to think about Scar just jogging alongside Lex as they're running to put distance between themselves and Scar's wrist nuke, but then you also got Jungle Hunter jogging behind Dutch. Because he totally could have caught Dutch, but he might have wanted to screw with him a little before going in for the kill.

The Gladiator’s Ring

C/W: Warrior (Predator)/F!Humans, Male Yautja/F!Humans, dubcon, sex club, monster sex, human fetish, exhibitionism, female gloryhole, sex marathon, size kink, hair kink, unprotected sex, public sex, casual sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, self-indulgent debauchery, ass-to-pussy, face-sitting, multiple partners, predator/prey WC: 9528

It was well-known that Yautja had needs after a successful hunt. A veteran with a fondness for pyode amedha required many willing participants to sate his.

*This is a work of fiction that features unsafe sexual practices besides the involvement of a 7'+ alien. Depiction isn't endorsement*

An excerpt below the cut

He'd have to be mindful not to break skin with his talons, but that was part of the allure of oomans. Their inherent fragility was an addiction once he had learned how to handle their bodies. Their thin hides bruised and tore easily, their bones could snap if he got carried away. But once they lay undone beneath him in disbelief, the moment they realized they were enjoying the experience and bared their tender flesh to a ruthless alien for more…

The submission in their eyes when they understood he wasn't going to kill nor maim them, he only wanted to pauk them. Oomani-di were a delicacy. He was more than willing to play ‘gently’ at their level if it meant he got to partake in ooman sex.

The ooman reeked of anxiety, but she took a measured step towards him, followed by another. His pupils dilated from her proximity. He trilled in encouragement when she was within arm's reach, eagerly anticipating what this novel playmate would do next. He was acutely aware of her. The scent of her heat and apprehension wrapped around his head, a haze he would rejoice losing himself in. Her courage and appearance were extremely appealing to his tastes and it was getting difficult to keep his paws to himself.

Shaky fingertips brushed his hide with the most tentative of touches and she held her breath. His eyes fell to slits as he focused on the feathery sensation on his scales. Another reason he adored oomans –so gentle and curious, yet eager to please once he attained that delicious submission. He would like to take this one to mate if she was willing.

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It wasn't even breathing heavily after that level of exertion.

The woman fixated on the sinewy contours of its musculature. It –no, he– how could this creature be anything but a ‘he?’ Her eyes dropped to the swollen evidence of his raw masculinity between thighs carved in stone, swallowing at the bumpy surface on the ridiculous endowment. He was all sleek power and so very male. There was that preternatural grace to his movements, the way the mesmerizing patterns to that rough bluish skin rippled, skin she recalled was not wholly unpleasant to touch. She witnessed the extended demonstration of what he could do with that wicked maw – how delicately his terrifying mandibles could handle the women as he did unspeakable things to them with that tongue. He was the picture of virility as he humped his latest woman while standing and cradling her.

She stared in rapture. The beast quirked a mandible, a frank invitation to sample the monster that clearly intrigued her. It was an apt reminder that this was an intelligent creature far more advanced than the humans who surrounded him. She drew a sharp intake of breath. Heat blazed as she waded into the incandescent gold pools in his eyes –the predatory cunning of that gaze was undeniable. He knew he was captivating. And his hulking presence demanded he be watched. 

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God I love writing worlds where yautja casually exist as public knowledge and they're just everywhere too. So at some point you might actually meet one if you know where to look. Why are there so many on earth? I dunno. I mostly like writing them in 'Mars needs women' plots. A lot easier to justify why they're out there. Like you could go to the store and there's two hanging out on the roof casually just sharpening their weapons or talking. It's scary yeah, but they don't normally mean harm unless you happen to be a hunting target. Which the average person isn't. Also a good subsection of the rural population finds them to be menaces because they keep leaving skinned animals in their trees. Some of the ones living near prime hunting spots have a service called specifically for carcass removal. The military has special codes for when a yautja appears during a hunting operation. It's mostly just flinging the guns into the bushes and disarming themselves. Sometimes it pisses the yautja off and they end up firing a few warning shots at them. Other times, especially with the older ones, they just leave because who wants cowardly prey. You can sometimes find them casually at outdoor or parties out in the forest just hanging around. They find it entertaining to watch drunk humans stupidly stumble around and makes fools out of themselves. Boxing and MMA rings are popular spots for some of the more human savvy yautja that just hang around to watch humans fight and take notes. Just like casual aliens.