#Alien vs. Predator

[vizual-demon]

ALIEN vs. PREDATOR art by Greg Luzniak

#alien #predator #alienedit #predatoredit #horroredit #scifiedit #alien vs. predator #xenomorph #yautja #sci-fi #horror #art #my edit

[swdefcult]

#sanaa lathan #alexa woods #avp #alien vs. predator #cyberpunk #scifi

[damaskino-26320]

Me when I watch the Scarlex scenes in AVP.

#AVP #Scarlex #Alien vs. Predator #Scar x Lex #Scar x Alexa Woods #Alexa Woods #Scar #Predator #Yautja #Xenomorphs #Scar Predator #Scarlexposting #Sanaa Lathan #2004 #Alien

[solitaryearthperson]

Etov (Last part to Need A Hero)

Summary: Kronu and (Y/N) make a life on Etov.

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

Kronu is the name of the yautja.

Italics is their thoughts.

Translations : pyodi sain’ja -  soft warrior

By the time the agents had kicked down her door and stormed inside, guns raised readily, (Y/N) and Kronu had already left the property and were on their way to his ship.

As the agents walked through the house, they flipped and kicked over anything they could, hoping to find some clue to Kronu's existence and any clue as to where they were. The only thing they found that confirmed his existence was the large xenomorph skull sitting in the corner of her living room. After confiscating it, they searched harder through her home, trying to find anything else, but were disappointed. By the time they had left with the skull, Kronu's ship was already high in the sky, it's invisibility already turned on, leaving Earth's atmosphere.

~

*3 months later*

As (Y/N) made her way through the market, heavy bags of fruit hanging in her hands, the sounds of quiet chirps made her turn her head to see that an Etovian alien was calling her over to his tent. There was a sign hanging on the top of it, but she was still struggling to read the Etovian language. 

He’ll be worried if I’m gone too long, she thought, not sure if she should give in to her curiosity to see the vendor’s items. He doesn’t want me out past dark.

Living on this planet was such a strange thing for (Y/N), but she absolutely loved it. She especially loved being with Kronu. When they first got there, they both were nervous about living there and the beings that possibly lived there, Kronu, moreso than her, but he knew how to hide it better than her. Etov was a jungle planet that his kind had heard of, but rarely ever ventured to it, seeing as it didn’t have any game that they considered to be worthy as a trophy. He didn’t know anything about the native people there and whether or not they were a threat to him and his ooman. It was the fifth day that they were there that they met an Etovian and soon they were introduced to the people and their culture. While they were extremely courteous and curious about (Y/N), they made sure to keep their respective distance from Kronu. His great size, and growls made them as uneasy and nervous as him. Soon (Y/N) was almost fully immersed into the culture, still struggling to understand some of their language and their writing. Unlike the yautja’s language that was filled with growls and clicks, the Etovian’s language consisted of mainly chirps that almost reminded her of the sounds of bird’s. (Y/N) and Kronu had both agreed that if they go anywhere away from the ship, they should be back before it’s dark. Despite how polite the Etovians were, he still didn’t fully trust them yet.

Looking up to the pink sky, she could see that their sun was shining brightly. I’ll be quick, she thought, walking over to the tent, still carrying her bags. 

As she walked up to the tent, she saw that the vendor was selling different items from other planets. Looking over a table, she could see that there were a few items that looked to be from Earth or at least similar to Earth things and they were all piled on the table. Not seeing anything that interested her, she was about to turn and leave, when she noticed something in the corner of her eye. Dropping the bags, she began moving some of the items out of the way and picked it up, letting out a gasp. 

“How much,” she asked him.

~

She’ll be fine, Kronu told himself, continuing to skin his kill. They are of no danger to her. After she had left to go forage for fruit, he decided that he was going to go out and hunt for some food. While the creatures were not trophy worthy, they were good as food, and he noticed that unlike the females of his kind, (Y/N) didn’t care about any trophies. He noticed very quickly how different she was from female yautjas and at first was slightly nervous about it, but after a while, had grown to love that about her. 

Finishing his skinning, he gathered the carcass of the animal and was about to prepare it to cook, when he heard the soft footsteps of his ooman. In the months being there, he had to teach himself different ways to cook her food, forgetting that her smaller, more sensitive, human body can only consume meat when it’s cooked. 

Pressing a button close to him, he opened the ship door for her and went back to the meat.

“Kronu,” she greeted him, a bright, happy smile upon her face. “I found lots of fruit for us,” she told him, lifting the bags, proudly.

The bright smile on her face brought one to his as well, or at least the yautja-equivalent of a bright smile. 

Dropping them on the floor, she opened one of the bags and pulled out her purchase from the vendor and held it out to him, her smile even brighter. “I also bought this.”

Tilting his head, he looked down at the object in her hands. “ ‘ook,” he tried to say ‘book.’

“Mm-hm,” she nodded, excitedly, opening the book, quickly flipping through the pages. “It’s a story book. I used to love these when I was little. They have lots of different stories in it, some of them have lessons, too.”

He didn’t understand her excitement about the object, but didn’t say anything, always happy to see his ooman, happy and smiling over something.

“Want some help?”

Nodding his head, he took a few steps to the side to let her begin helping prepare the food. By now, he’s figured out enough on how to cook the meat properly for her and didn’t really need any help, but he was still quite shy to admit how much he loved her presence. Even though, she wasn’t gone that long, he still found himself, worrying and missing her.

~

Turning a page in the book, she ran her eyes over the words on the page and the accompanying art, her mind filling with memories of her childhood, where her and her mother would read story books together before bed. The thought of her old life back on Earth almost made a tear come to her eye, but she quickly blinked it away, and continued reading. 

The sound of soft footsteps entering the large room made her look up from the book to see her large, predator lover taking off his armor and dropping it on the floor by the door. For the past hour, he was in one of the rooms on the ship, practicing his fighting techniques, and she could tell by how loud he was breathing that it was an intense session. 

“You okay,” she asked, noticing the way he moved his arm, as if it was sore. 

He nodded his head, silently and walked over to the bed, plumping his heavy body down onto the bed, next to her. His body landing on the bed made (Y/N) slightly bounce and she held onto the sides of the book, before looking back down to the pages. She was about to continue reading, when she felt his large hand gently placed itself on her back. Before she could ask what he was doing, he suddenly pulled her body closer to his, making her fall over and land on her side, still holding the book.

“Kronu,” she giggled, placing her head on his chest, and looking up at him. She could see that his face held a look of amusement. “What are you doing,” she asked.

“ ‘ead it,” he told her. 

“I was reading it, till you pulled me. Why’d you pull me?”

“I ‘ant you close to ‘e, pyodi sain’ja,” he said, placing his hand on her head.

She was getting better at learning his language, but she definitely knew what those words meant and she felt her cheeks grow warm at them. Most humans might not be able to see on his face, but she could recognize the warmth and love in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Okay,” she said, turning back to her book, enjoying the warmth his body brought her and began reading again. 

While she did miss some of her life back on Earth, she also didn’t want to go back. She loved being on a new planet, with an alien who first came to her as her hero and soon became her lover. 

Here, on Etov, (Y/N) and Kronu would create a wonderful life together.

#predator #yautja #prey #alien vs. predator #predator imagine #yautja imagine #predator x reader #yautja x reader #yautja x black!reader #yautja x woc!reader #yautja fanfiction #yautja fanfic

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

So you’ve tackled “could the Animorphs beat a Xenomorph,” but what about “could the Animorphs beat a Yautja?”

I'm going to vote for the Animorphs on this one. If Tobias can instantly spot a chee disguised as a rock (#27), one who is so well-disguised that a human could sit on that rock and never know anything, then Tobias can almost certainly see through Predator camouflage. We get those little hints of motion blur each time the Predator moves, presumably as the shielding is taking a second to catch up. So if a human can somewhat see one sometimes, then it seems reasonable that a raptor can always spot one.

Assuming that the Yautja attacks after Ax has a snake morph, then the Animorphs will also have an advantage in understanding how they're being hunted and adapting accordingly. Snakes are the obvious answer for blending in temperature-wise, but bugs could work too.

So: if Tobias can see the Predator, anyone with wolf or dog morph can track the Predator, and Ax can hide from the Predator... This one seems like an easy-ish win for Team Animorph.

#animorphs #predator #cavemen vs. astronauts #alien vs. predator #literally just basing this on Predator (1987) #if other people know the lore better then please do weigh in

[brokehorrorfan]

Gallery 1988 has released King Kong vs. Godzilla, Freddy vs. Jason, and Alien vs. Predator artwork by Andy Stattmiller. Priced at $30, each 11x14 print is limited to 25.

#king kong vs godzilla #freddy vs jason #alien vs predator #godzilla vs kong #freddy vs. jason #alien vs. predator #godzilla vs. kong #gallery 1988 #andy stattmiller #art #gift #godzilla #king kong #freddy krueger #jason voorhees

[lucy-moderatz]

Unexpected things are going to happen. When they do, no one tries to be a hero. Understood?

#film: alien vs. predator #alien vs. predator #alexa woods #sanaa lathan #filmedit #allow me to introduce you to one of the great fictional loves of my life #this is technically not a very good movie #but it is also one of my absolute favorite movies #and she is the number one reason why #things i made

[balu8]

Chris Warner: Alien vs. Predator

#chris warner #art #commission #comics #alien vs. predator

[rye-views]

Alien vs. Predator (2004) dir. Paul W. S. Anderson. 7.6/10

I would recommend this movie to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this movie.

I like all the shifting mechanics of this place. I enjoyed that perfectly created hole/slide down into the pyramid. Sebastian is cute and smart. Graeme is who you want to go on a trip like this with. He's so good. I think the lore behind the Predator and Alien history is interesting. That predator making those weapons for Lex is badass. Wow the ascent out was crazy.

Verheiden is who I don't want to travel with.

I would've never made it across that jump where Lex separated from Sebastian.

I originally only liked Aliens and not predators, but this one made me feel more connection with the predators. My gasp at when predator got pierced.

#alien #alien vs. predator #alien vs predator #alien versus predator #Paul W. S. Anderson #2004 #movie #film #review #commentary #rye-views #predator #7.6

[omercifulheaves]

Alien vs. Predator Art by Mike Mignola

#comics #dark horse #alien vs. predator #mike mignola

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

EVILUTION OF A COVER: AVP EDITION.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on inked, textless, and published cover art to "Alien vs. Predator" Vol. 1 #0, otherwise known as the first official cover to feature the two former 20th Century Fox movie monster properties. July, 1990. Dark Horse Comics. Artwork by Mike Mignola.

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1352x2048, 1266x1920, & 646x1000

Source: www.comicartfans.com/gallerypiece.asp?piece=1752123

#Alien Vs. Predator Series #Mike Mignola #Dark Horse Comics #Dark Horse Books #AVP #AVP Comics #Sci-fi #Sci-fi Art #Alien Vs. Predator Comics #Xenomorph #Yautja #Predator #Mignola #1990s #Sci-fi Fri #Alien #Alien Versus Predator #Dark Horse #Alien Vs. Predator Vol. 1 #Alien Vs. Predator #Mignolaverse #1990 #Mike Mignola Art #Cover Art

[solitaryearthperson]

Watcher (third part to Need A Hero)

Summary: After meeting the Yautja, (Y/N) feels as if someone or something is watching her.

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Kronu is the name of the Yautja.)

1987, 1990, 2004, 2007, and 2010? Why the fuck haven’t the public heard about any of these incidents? (Y/N) wondered as she scrolled through more old articles online. After the ‘Yautja’ told her it’s name (or the name of what he was), she instantly began conducting research to find out if there have been incidents where his kind have came to Earth before. She wasn’t prepared to find so many articles about them. At first she thought that it was the usual conspiracy stories that are the usual on the internet, but they had way too many details. Details and descriptions of the 'Yautja' that was way too specific and accurate. But three things kept bugging her about all of these articles.

1. A majority of the places that the Yautja visited (or invaded) was hot, except 2004. In 2004, it allegedly came to Antarctica for some reason. Why?

2. In all these incidents, there's always a sort of massacre and usually only one person is left alive to tell what happened. Why leave one person? Why not take them out too?

3. For these to be such violent massacres involving multiple people, some being military and officers, why has the general public have no idea about any of them?

It doesn't make any sense, she thought, scrolling past another article.

She got up from her chair and took a look into her living room. Sitting on the couch was the alien skull the Yautja gave her, polished and shining brightly in the light that came through the window. Why'd it give me that, she wondered.

Turning back to her computer, she continued to scroll looking for more information, not knowing that a certain, strange alien being was keeping a close eye on her.

~

(Y/N), that’s what he heard the ooman be called. Strange name. 

After he gave her the name of his species, Kronu left the ooman’s home to look out for more xenomorphs in the area. He didn’t understand how the creatures came to the planet, specifically this city, but he was given a mission to exterminate them and that’s what he did. He’d already let the elders know that the mission was successful and they had congratulated him and told him to move on, but something in him made him stay and watch over the ooman female. Or (Y/N). 

It’s been a few weeks since he left, but he came back that night and camped out in a tree in her backyard, watching her through the window. He wondered what exactly she was doing on the strange, small computer that he noticed was way less advanced then his people’s. Primitive. He tried to chalk up his hesitancy to leave as feeling responsible for the ooman incase she decided to talk about his race to others. But deep down he knew it was something else.

~

Where would he be? (Y/N) thought looking around her living room. 

She’s been feeling eyes on her for a while. At first, she thought she was just being paranoid, scared that he would come back in the middle of the night, and do who knows what to her, but she had a feeling that that’s not something he wanted to do. He had the opportunity to kill me that day, but didn’t. Wouldn’t make sense to do it now, would it?

Or maybe it’s the government. Coming to get me because I’ve been looking up shit about him. Maybe they think I know too much.

Her current paranoia was brought on a couple days before by things she kept hearing in the past few nights.

First night, she was sleeping in bed, having a peaceful dream, when suddenly she heard a noise she hadn’t heard in a while. Clicking. The same strange clicking noise that the Yautja had let out to her. She had instantly woke up and looked into the hallway, to see nothing there. After that, it took her a while to go back to sleep, and when she did, she dreamt about his metallic mask looking at her.

Second night, she was in the shower when she heard some noise from the living room. She quickly hopped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around herself to go into her living room to see no one was there. The only thing she found was the alien skull no longer on the couch, but now sitting on the side of it as if someone moved it.

Third night, she was cooking herself dinner, when she heard something from her bedroom. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was coming from an animal outside, until she focused her hearing, and realized that the sound was really very gentle footsteps. She quickly turned the fire on her stove off, and ran to her bedroom to see nothing out of the ordinary. But she could smell something. It was a strange, metallic smell, almost like blood, but she didn’t see any in the room. 

After that, she made the decision to finally confront whoever it was that was haunting her and her home.

Alien, government, or whoever is not going to scare me in my own house, she thought opening her backdoor, and walking outside holding the skull. She figured that whoever is doing this must be watching her from somewhere and the tree in her backyard would be a perfect place to do it from.

Closing the door behind her, she looked around to see nothing strange or unusual there, but she knew better than to think that was the case.

"I know you're here," she yelled in the dark of the backyard, looking up at the tree. "I can't really see you, but I know you're there. I think you've been there for a while."

There was only silence.

"I know you've been in my house. You've been in my living room and my bedroom. I don't know why, but I know you were there... So just come out. Wherever you are."

Silence again. She was about to turn around and head back inside, scolding herself for being so paranoid, when she heard it. Clicking. The same clicking from before. She whipped back around and looked back up at the tree and yelled, "It's you. You...Yautja!"

Suddenly a shimmer appeared on one of the branches and soon the large figure of the alien that saved her appeared before her eyes, wearing the same creepy metallic mask from before.

(Sorry it took so long to make another part)

#Yautja #Predator #Yautja x reader #Predator x reader #Yautja imagine #Yautja x Black!Reader #Yautja x WOC!Reader #Predator imagine #Alien vs. Predator #The Predator

[damaskino-26320]

Anyone still writing Scar/Lex fanfic today is an absolute hero in my book.

#You guys truly are doing the most #AVP #Alien vs. Predator #Scarlex #Scar x Lex #Predator #Alexa Woods

[brokehorrorfan]

Cavity Colors has an Alien vs. Predator design by Abrar Ajmal available for 72 hours. It comes on black and tie-dye tees for $30 and will ship the week of July 24.

#alien vs predator #alien vs. predator #avp #alien #predator #cavity colors #abrar ajmal #shirt #gift #aliens vs predator #aliens #xenomorph #yautja #paul ws anderson #paul w.s. anderson

[lucy-moderatz]

#film: alien vs. predator #alien vs. predator #sanaa lathan #alexa woods #that's my girl #things i made

[arcadebroke]

#Alien vs. Predator #Capcom #1994 #beat'em up #art #design #print ad #video games #gaming #arcade game #video game ad #magazine scan #エイリアンVSプレデター #CPS-2 arcade game #90s #1990s #90s video game #Predator #Alien #Gamest #edit #my edit