#chat: ripley

[becktogroundcontrol]

"A chill rippled up [his] arms, some primal instinct screaming at [him] to run without knowing why--" (p. 176, House of Flame & Shadow by Sarah J. Maas)

@pleinsdemuses

He didn't like this. Beck was an astronaut and an EVA specialist. He loved his job. He should have been thrilled at finding what looked like a derelict alien ship, but instead, the sight of it only filled him with dread. The others didn't seem to share it, and he kept his misgivings to himself as they made their way inside. That is, until Kane reported something organic in the hold. A chill rippled up [his] arms, some primal instinct screaming at [him] to run without knowing why-- There was something wrong about this place. He couldn't explain it, but he'd learned to trust his instincts.

Captain Dallas's voice interrupted that train of thought. "Can you see what's in them?"

Beck cast a startled glance at him at the question, unable to keep silent.

"Captain, I cannot advise that. We have no idea what these things are or how they'll interact with other organic life forms. Get Kane out of there, now."

That wasn't what happened. Dallas ignored him, Kane went quiet, and they hauled the line up, Beck fully expecting to see his dead body on the other end. When they finally pulled him into view, the reality of it was a little worse. He'd never seen something like the creature wrapped around Kane's face. The trip back to the Nostromo was hellish. Kane appeared to be breathing, but he had no idea how with his helmet broken. The thing must be keeping him alive…

Kane's unconscious body slumped between him and Lambert while Dallas argued with Ripley about letting them in. Beck had been running the quarantine rules over in his mind, too, on the way back. It was almost a relief hear her stick to them, even if it meant denying them entry. He might be able to help Kane if they could get him to medical. Or the organism might escape onto the ship and kill all of them. He may have just lost his executive officer. He didn't want to lose his lieutenant and the rest of the crew too.

He drew a breath, knowing he might be condemning himself, Dallas, and Lambert to death as well.

"Ripley's right, Captain. We have no idea what this thing is or what it's capable of. The quarantine rules are clear. Ripley, do not open that hatch."

Dallas and Lambert's protests washed over him, his mind only processing Ripley's voice, the smallest bit of comfort in the nightmare they'd found themselves in. His heart sank when the hatch hissed open anyway. He had no way of knowing if she'd caved or if someone else had hit the emergency release.

[thorfromwork]

"Luck never holds forever, good or bad," he acknowledged with a small nod. Thor had been chasing the plague of Xenomorphs across the galaxy since they'd infiltrated an Asgardian ship and killed everyone aboard. Every time he thought he'd managed to stamp out the last of them, they adapted and persisted. It was one of the fastest-evolving organisms he'd ever seen, and they came back smarter and deadlier every time.

He'd followed a lead to this ship, and it was pure luck that everyone on it wasn't already dead. They were powerful foes, but they could be killed, and Stormbreaker was still gripped loosely in his right hand, their acid blood having no effect on the powerful weapon. "It will be looking for a place to reproduce. Somewhere it's not likely to be found by accident. They're most vulnerable in that state." A pause while he gauged her expression and her body language, as though he wasn't sure how his next comment would land. "We may be too late to save all of them, Lady Ripley."

@thorfromwork sent ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ (Ripley/Thor)

Ripley attempted to steady her trembling hands as she met his gaze, a mix of relief and tension etched across her features. "I was lucky this time," she admitted, her voice laced with an edge of fatigue. "But luck doesn't seem to hold for long on this ship." Her heart still racing from the adrenaline of her escape from the relentless Alien.

The rest of the crew was in another aisle, out of her reach, and she desperately hoped that Thor could provide her with assistance. "I need to find the others," she continued, her gaze shifting back to Thor, a silent plea for his assistance reflected in her eyes. "We have to regroup before it finds us again." Her hand instinctively reached for the nearest object that could serve as a makeshift weapon, there was no time to loose.

[fridayyy-13th]

and in less plot-heavy info, hell yeah pan Celia <3 <3 <3

[toshidou]

for my ghost/rhea ripley lovers - ghost doing rhea's riptide is absolutely as incredible as you would imagine

[pipebombpunk]

i’m sensing a tag team with iyo sky and rhea ripley

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[doobs]

ended up coming up with a dumb head canon that Kane occasionally passes out randomly at his computer, and it looks like he’s keyboard smashing but he’s not lmfao, was wondering if you could make a mini chat/fic or something of the like based on this! Ty!! /nf

Sure! It probably won't be that good because I've never written one of these before nor do I know what they are apart from one very not-thorough Google search in which I found a definition on Reddit.

Enjoy. :)

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Dallas

Anyone seen Kane? I can't find him.

Lambert

No. Sorry Dallas.

Ripley

Have you asked mother?

Ash

Ripley, it is spelt 'MU.TH.UR.'. She is not your mother.

Parker

Muther aint but ripley could be mine

Ripley

WHO INVITED PARKER INTO THIS GROUP CHAT?

Dallas

Don't look at me.

Ash has left the group chat.

Ripley

It was Ash, wasn't it?

Brett

don't look at me

Ripley

If it wasn't you, Brett, why would you say anything?

Brett

right

Ripley

That's not an answer

Kane

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Lambert

Kane?

Kane

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Ripley

Kane are you alright?

Dallas

I'm not sure, maybe his device is playing up.

Kane

SKLFJRGWIJAKFJLESOKSFJOIHJAELKMKJWHU

Parker

this is fckign hialrisou

Lambert

I hope Kane is alright

It's not funny parker

Parker

I'm not alughin lambrt jesus

Lambert

Your spelling is even worse than usual

Brett

right

Ash has entered the group chat

Ripley

you're KIDDING me

Ash

I've found Kane, he's passed out.

Dallas

He's what?

Ash

He's passed out on his keyboard, and appears to be sleeping.

Kane

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Ripley

How'd he type that then?

Ash

He just moved in his sleep.

Lambert

He's alright, yes?

Dallas

Don't worry, based on what Ash is saying, Kane seems alright.

Ripley

alright get the fuck out of my chat

Ash has been banned from the group chat

Lambert

Don't you think that was a bit harsh, ripley?

Ripley

No, not at all

Ash has joined the group chat

Ripley

HOW THE F

Ripley has been banned from the group chat

Ripley, staring at her computer: goddamn it

[cobalt-mutterings]

Maaan med withdrawal blows. Why is there a guy in my house wearing my smelly jacket

[whosthere54]

ME ME WHEN THEM ME WHEN-

Captain Aelin’s Crew

[itsgivingmami]

Heyy I was wondering if you could maybe write Rhea Ripley having a famous girlfriend?

Like they would talk about each other in interviews and such…

Love!! Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the request💛

The Public Eye- Rhea Ripley

Rheas leg bounces impatiently behind the conference table, the lights in the room feel altogether too bright and if she has to answer another dumb question from someone who doesn’t even watch the content they produce she might launch over the table at them.

“So Rhea,” she takes a deep breath and looks to where a man in a poorly fitted button down has a hand up, “how are you going to celebrate your win tonight?” She pretends to contemplate but she has a plan and is getting more and more antsy to get there.

“I have a date,” she boasts and the room erupts as people question her who it is and where shes going. She grins cheekily as she stands from the folding chair and makes her way behind the curtain. Her belt thrown over her shoulder she walks down the halls smugly, pausing for a moment as her phone buzzes in the waist band of her gear.

Babygirl: is it really a date if we’re just going to watch horror movies on the couch?

~

She racks her weights and turns back to her phone, hearts and text filling the screen as her fans watch her live workout. Compliments about her tattoos, questions about the dogs and plain old thirst commentary. She smiles at the depravity of her fans and answers a couple questions.

“What did I do this weekend?” She repeats and hums, “I took my girl to set Saturday morning, cleaned the house and then picked her up, we both had the day off Sunday,”

Her chat starts scrolling faster as her viewers start discussing you. Talking about your last movie or how cute the two of you are together.

“She’s your favourite actor?” Rhea chuckles and quickly double checks around her as if she weren’t home alone, she leans in close to the camera to whisper, “mine too,”

~

The flashes are blinding as you smile looking at them before turning to look at Rhea. Head to toe in a three piece black suit you regret picking out, she’s far too tempting in it. She’s got a firm arm around your waist but you suspect it’s more for her own comfort than yours. She had been on red carpets before but not nearly as many as you and being the lead in the film you were currently at the premiere for you hadn’t had half a second to breathe.

“You’re sure you want to come?” You ask her as you toss a couple dresses onto the bed next to her. It’s not that you don’t want her too, in-fact, you’d love nothing more than an opportunity to show her off but even you got overwhelmed by them sometimes. She reaches for your waist and pulls you between her legs as she stares up at you, your concerned expression makes her grin at you.

“Mhm,” she hums and you run a hand over her hair, “I wanna support my baby,” she tells you honestly and you lean down to kiss her. The emotion rushes over you in waves, feeling incredibly lucky to have the woman in front of you.

~

“Congratulations on the success of your new film,” the interviewer says to you and you smile at her. “It really is a beautiful piece of work,”

“Thank you that’s so kind,” you adjust in your chair, gently pulling your skirt down a little further.

“Of course,” she smiles again and looks down to her notes, “you can tell you put a lot of emotion and really felt your character that must’ve been difficult,”

“It can be,” you confess, some days it was harder to break character and return from that dark place, “but I have a really great support system,” you explain and the interviewer listens attentively, a nice reprieve from the shallow ones.

“You have a partner right?” She questions and you feel your heart flutter, a feeling that had never really stopped despite being together months now.

“Rhea,” you fill in for her, “she’s incredible and she understands the whole fame side of things, I’m so lucky to call her mine,”

~

“Got somewhere to be?” Damian’s question makes Rhea look away from the wall clock and he tries to stretch out his quads.

“No I just want to make sure I’m available, just in case,” she explains and Damian’s furrows his brows in confusion.

“Available for wh-“ the loud ringer of Rheas phone cuts him off and she sprints towards the corner of the practice ring. She accepts your FaceTime and she’s greeted by your teary eyes and your hand over your mouth.

“Hi love,” she greets, ready to tell Damian she needs to go until your hand falls and she sees the smile gracing your lips.

“Four nominations,” you mutter to her still in disbelief, you had hung up on your agent moments ago once she told you the news to call Rhea.

“Four,” Rhea repeats and you nod before she squats down and throws her hand over her mouth, you giggle realising she’s picking up on your habits. “FOUR OSCAR NOMINATIONS!”

You giggle at her and sigh happily, allowing some of the stress you’d been holding waiting for that call to leave you as you fall back on the couch. Rhea watches you in pure admiration, proud of you beyond explanation and relieved to see your skills be valued how they should. Some partners might see it as a threat, to date someone so famous but to her it only adds a layer of connection between you too.

Damian wanders away to chat with someone as he hears you and Rhea, the latter completely forgetting about his existence. He can’t complain, not when his best friend has clearly found the love of her life.

a/n: quick shout out to @possessedmagpie for the help brainstorming, go check out their book!

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[saintbleeding]

[ID: A four page comic of Jon Sims, Sam Khalid, Celia Ripley, and Martin Blackwood, set loosely in the Magnus Protocol universe. Jon is a tall, thin, brown-skinned man, wearing business-casual clothes, an ace ring, gold earrings, and glasses, with noticeably unscarred skin and only minor greying in his chin length curly hair. Sam is shorter and fat, wearing a blue business shirt and glasses. He has brown skin and short, black, curly hair. Celia is a tall, fat woman wearing casual clothing and an evil-eye pendant, with straight hair in a bob with bleached ends and light brown skin. Martin is a short, fat, white man with wavy ginger hair, wearing a green three piece suit and glasses.

Page one: Jon sits at a cafe table, hands laced together, wearing business-casual clothes, an ace ring, gold earrings, and glasses, with noticeably unscarred skin. He says “Well, I'm sorry it hasn't been more instructive." We see Sam and Celia sitting side-by-side, with Sam's arm casually around Celia's shoulders. Celia replies "It's fine!" and Sam adds "Yeah. Georgie mentioned your experience was a long time ago." Jon stands up and continues "Mm. Good luck, regardless. With your--research." Sam says "Ah, thanks! We haven't exhausted [caps] every [end caps] avenue yet." Celia adds "Yeah! We've even got someone else coming to chat today. Oh, actually--" she pauses and stands up, lifting a hand in greeting, and says "Hi Martin!"

Page two: Jon looks quizzically offscreen as Celia turns back towards Sam. Sam's expression is shocked as he says "You arranged the interviews with the Chester guy *and* the Norris guy on the same day?" and Celia replies "I thought it might be fun." We cut to Martin, who is walking gloomily down the street with his hands in his pockets. He hears Celia's greeting, looks up, and begins to smile. A moment later, Jon and Martin stand facing one another, beaming with recognition.

Page three: Jon and Martin exchange sheepish "hi"s, and Sam--still perturbed--watches on and asks "Do they, like, know each other?" to which Celia replies "Not exactly :3c"

Page four: The Protocol-universe Jon and Martin stand more closely to one another, and in the sudden, heavy glitch effect surrounding them, their season-five Archives-universe counterparts are faintly visible, standing in the same positions. Archives-Martin has darker, greying hair and a beard, with more pallid skin, and Archives-Jon has patchy, white hair, a beard, and numerous scars across his body. Both of them wear filthy, practical clothing. End ID.]

ok listen i straight up started this comic after magp episode 8 aired!!! your heart occurrence and bicycle overdose mean NOTHING to me

[unclegirl]

NOW YOU HAVE !!!!

Anna Ripley- Critical Role/Vox Machina

Submitted by @starsamongebony

[houseofripley]

HEYYA

Could you write a rhea x fem!reader story where reader eats rhea out while she’s playing video games with her friends? (Smut obv). Please and thank you (I love your writing)

Game Over

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, Public Sex? kinda idk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering WORD COUNT: 1,367 A/N: ANONNNNN YOU AND I ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH!!! i literally started a draft for something super similar to these a couple hours before you sent this omg

“Aimlabs is free, you should try it sometime, dumbass!” Rhea’s voice thundered from her office down the hall. “Rhea! It’s just a game! Calm down!” You yelled, making your way to the office. 

Your girlfriend had confined herself in her office since eight in the morning. The past three and a half hours were full of Rhea loudly yelling at her teammates. Half the time you couldn’t even tell if she was celebrating with or ridiculing the others.

You walked up behind Rhea’s chair and placed your hands over her broad shoulders. You could hear the voices of your shared colleagues blaring through Rhea’s headset as you rested your chin on the top of her head, watching her play Call of Duty: Warzone. 

“I think you should spend some time with me instead of playing your stupid games all day.” You proclaimed, “We could go shopping, go for a walk, and have lunch…” You dreamed, rubbing Rhea’s shoulders.

“Later baby.” Rhea said quietly, making sure her mic wouldn’t pick up your conversation. You huffed and moved your hands to steal Rhea’s headset from her head causing a puzzled noise to come from her mouth. 

“Alright who’s the one that’s stealing my girlfriend from me?” You playfully asked, Rhea’s attention was still focused on the round she was playing. 

Dom and Damian were on the other end of the voice call, Damian was quick to place the blame on Dominik. “Woah woah woah! This isn’t fair, I’m innocent!” Dom complained, faking being offended.

“Dude, you literally spam texted the group chat for three minutes straight at eight in the morning.” Damian accused as he let out a deep chuckle. 

“I believe it, Dom, you are always at the scene of the crime. Now I’d like it if you all would hurry up so I can enjoy the afternoon with my girlfriend.” You played with the two guys. 

Dominik threw a mini tantrum in reaction to him dying in the game, “You guys seriously just made me die! Just for that I’m making sure Rhea’s staying online all day.” 

“We did not make you die! Maybe you’re just bad at the game!!!” You quickly said before returning the headset to Rhea, hearing Dom’s faint complaints. 

Rhea let out a scoffed laugh as she helped Damian win the round, “Too easy, let’s play ranked.” Rhea’s words caused you to groan as you moved to stand next to her. “Rheaaaa,” You pestered, squatting next to her chair.

“Just one more game I promise.” Rhea stated, her eyes looking over and down at you. “We both know how that's gonna end. One game is gonna turn into two and two games is gonna turn into six games.” You whined as Rhea ran her hand through your hair.

Rhea didn’t respond to your gripes, she instead turned her concentration back to her screens, leaving you pouting. But you needed her attention, you’d do anything to get that attention and you had the perfect idea.

From your squatting position you got on your hands and knees and crawled under Rhea’s desk. Rhea glanced down at you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you spread her legs apart. “The hell are you doing?” Rhea aggressively asked, her hand covering her microphone while your hands slowly slid her sweatpants off.

“Play your game mami. I know you want to.” You taunted, looking up at her with puppy eyes. Rhea cocked her eyebrow as her eyes returned to her game.

You ran your finger over Rhea’s panties while peppering kisses over her tattoo covered thighs, causing her breath to hitch while she spoke about the match with the boys. 

Your hands carefully pulled your girlfriend's panties off as you looked up at her, her eyes fighting to focus on her screen. 

Your mouth hovered inches from Rhea’s warmth as you blew a soft gush of air against her wetness, a sharp gasp came from the woman who was trying to save her team from a loss.

“Jesus,” Rhea quietly cursed out under her breath once your tongue finally made contact with her sensitive skin. “Everything alright Rhea?” You could hear Damian's question leak from the headset. “Yeah, all good. Just uh-” Rhea cleared her throat, searching for an excuse as your tongue began roaming between her folds. “Just frustrated with the match…”

Your hands faintly ran up and down Rhea’s spread legs, your mouth beginning to focus on her entrance. Your nose pressed against her clit as you took in her sweetness, causing Rhea to narrow her eyes in pleasure.

You watched as the woman struggled to keep her attention on her screen, your tongue swirling around her entrance, occasionally slipping inside her. Rhea’s mind began slipping away from her, resulting in her character dying. 

“Shit sorry- you guys f-finish this round,” Rhea sighed through shaky breaths before muting her mic. She looked down to you as she leaned back in her chair. “God damn you’re such a brat.” She moaned, taking a fistfull of your hair. She held your head in place as she began grinding herself onto your face. The intensity of her eye contact had created a pool between your legs. Quiet groans left her throat as she helped herself to your mouth.

Rhea’s deep moans were soon interrupted by both the boys yelling her name. She reluctantly let go of your hair before looking back up and unmuting herself. “Yeah, I’m here sorry.” she mumbled as your fingers inched up between her legs.

“Last round…don’t fuck around this time.” You could hear Damian warn before Dominik added on, “Dude, you lost like…all your skills last round, what is going on with you?”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry I’m all in t-this match.” Rhea struggled, holding back a moan as your pointer and middle finger snuck into her tightness.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously the three of them took the game. “Yeah mami, don’t lose this round.” You quietly teased the woman causing her eyes to dart down to you as if to say ‘watch your mouth’. 

Once the match had officially begun you connected your lips to Rhea’s swollen clit meanwhile your fingers began exploring her insides. 

Rhea let out multiple profanities as the match progressed, attempting to replace the sound of pleasure with the sound of frustration towards the game. The guys were already suspicious of her behavior, the last thing she needed was to moan in the middle of a match. 

You continued letting your mouth and fingers play with Rhea causing her legs to tighten around your head. “Fuck-” She quietly grumbled in reaction to your fingers picking up their pace. 

“God damnit! I’m out.” Dominik yelled in frustration. 

You hummed against Rhea’s cunt, her face plastered with the look of pleasure as her legs began shaking. 

“They got me too. There's only one dude left on the opposite team, just be careful around corners.” Damian complained out.

“Just you left Rhea come on!” Dom egged on. 

Rhea’s muscles began tensing up, her breathing intensified as she began the hunt for her final opponent. 

She had found her target. Her eyes locked in on their hitbox as your fingers began curling while you thrusted in and out of her.

“Oh-Fuck! Shit!” Rhea yelled out, her orgasm hitting her as she took her final shots, winning the game. You heard cheers come from her headphones as she looked down at you with heavy breaths. 

You helped Rhea ride out her orgasm, slowing down the pace of your fingers and removing your mouth from her clit. 

She shook her head at you as you removed your fingers from her warmth and began sucking them clean.

“Guys, something came up. I gotta go.” Rhea urged out. She wouldn’t let the boys even get one word in before leaving the call. Rhea slowly stood up from her seat and began pulling you out from under the table.

“Soooo, shopping?” You sweetly asked, batting your eyelashes as you stood up. “You think you’re shopping after that stunt?” Rhea scoffed, cocking her eyebrow. She picked you up and threw you over her shoulder before taunting, “Darling, You're gonna be in that bedroom all day.”

[a-shade-of-blue]

Literally every time I check the news, something horrible has happened at Nuseirat, which is suffering from non-stop attacks. I'm really worried for Mahmoud's family (@mahmoudfamily1), who are stuck in Nuseirat right now. His campaign barely has any donations and support, and these funds are the lifeline for his 17 family members, including 10 children and a 2-year-old baby!

Nuseirat Camp has been bombed again, and Israeli tanks are advancing close to the camp!! I fear what the tanks will do to the people at Nuseirat. The Israeli military is now attacking Nuseirat Camp on an hourly basis, and what we see on the news is a mere fraction of the devastation being dealt to Nuseirat. Mahmoud also told me that the drones have been shooting at people non-stop. And with all the bombings, houses are collapsing with people still inside them, and many people are trapped and buried under the rubble.

I've been writing a lot of posts (1, 2, 3) about Nuseirat and Mahmoud's campaign recently because I'm really, really worried. Mahmoud has only raised $1,217 CAD out of $80,000 goal, last donation was more than 24 hours ago, and more often than not he does not even get one donation a day. How do I make you care? He has already lost relatives, including a one-month-old baby, to this genocide. His family has been injured. Can we please show them more support?

Low Funds! Only $1,217 CAD raised of $80,000 goal! Only $15 raised in more than 3 days!

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