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💋 + hicks

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     Watching Hicks sleep was something Ripley enjoyed doing. While she knew his sleep was not always the most pleasant, being plagued by PTSD dreams and night terrors, it was always a relief to see his face calm and peaceful.

     The corporal had fallen asleep while they had been relaxing and had promptly slumped over so that the side of his head was resting on Ripley’s leg. With a gentle smile, she leaned down to press her lips to his temple and gently ruffled his hair. After all they’d been through, he at least deserved that, which she was more than happy to give him.

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[thedestrcyer]

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      “i’m going for a walk.”   mumbled, she’s already turning. obviously her mind was absolutely made up. 

[sxbaist]

😰

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Vega is always falling.

It’s not that it’s any different now then it was before. The world is still a mess and there’s still blood on her hands and it burns and never washes away. This time she falls face first into a pit of them, all acid and flesh and broken mouths. They’re never merciful outside of her dreams, so why would this be any different?

She remembers them dragging away every single person that ever mattered to her and then some. Vega remembers the just-missed shots and losing one after one. There’s always fear then, something akin to betrayal etched into their eyes: why won’t you save us, Eleanor? And she remembers that they take and take and take– and this is no different.

They smother her and she can feel them in her chest, writhing, screaming, tearing apart her lungs and making them into something new, something worse. She claws until her fingernails chip away and there’s only muffled squeals: tongues, teeth, saliva causing her to choke. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and she can’t ever fucking stop it. It’s too late, and it always has been.

Vega is always drowning.

[askholtzmann]

This blog is science's formula for brilliance.

[ outta juice : answered ]

look at this stupidly nice message. go on, go on– i love it. i really, really do.

but seriously thank you so much! you’re a 🍑.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@cnlyway (x)

“She’s the most reliable person I’ve ever met,” Which is odd to say of someone who had such an impulse, once, to duck out, but there’s always a part of Alana that says she’ll come back, and she doesn’t know why that part is so sure and so loud. But it’s unique, to share a love for someone, to understand it in the other person, “Granted, you’ve seen more of her actionable traits. I suppose you know a different version of Ripley than I do.”

She speaks so soft, it’s almost light, almost like gratitude. Mostly because-- “I don’t think i ever properly thanked you. For watching her back during such a hazardous endeavor. I owe you a debt for that. As Newt’s gotten me to understand, you seem invaluable, Corporal Hicks.”

[ratfucksob-blog]

-destroys anything Weyland-Yutani with a substantial dollar value attached to it-

“Hey! That has a substantial dollar va— don’t! Stop that! What– what is the matter with you? This, this is insanity! Don’t you know The Company is credited for paying 70% of you Jarheads’ salaries?”

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[instinctualsurvivor-archived]

*throws Hicks at you* smooch smooch.

Ripley wasn’t exactly the heavy sleeper like she used to be, even with Hicks’ presence always nearby. Even during the nights where her nightmares were dormant she was still unable to sleep for more than five hours at a time. Her mind constantly alert, searching for the nonexistent threat that she feared was lurking in the shadows. Jonesy was never far from her during the nights either, always curled up next to her head on the pillow or against her chest and purring softly. And, of course, the corporal would be there as well was one arm keeping her close against him as though he too feared the things would come for them.

It had been a mild nightmare that had startled her awake with a jump and a sharp intake of breath. Taking a few moments to calm herself and open her eyes, Ripley surveyed the quiet bedroom and Hicks’ peaceful face as he slept. With a small sigh, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Though she knew she could hold her own against the nightmares, Ripley was still very happy to have the corporal around. He made some things easier for her to bear. He made her feel safe.

[thedestrcyer]

( x. )   @cnlyway.

“-- I was hoping you’d ask.” She returns, her voice is light; happy. Ripley’s trying to keep a smile off her face (as if happiness is taboo) but she’s failing, the corner of her mouth twitching. The survivor crawls onto the bed with her favorite marine (favorite man), wraps her arms around his torso, rests a cheek against his collarbone and sighs. A breath of fresh air, really. He’s so warm and comfortable.

[sxbaist]

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?”

worried starters. || @cnlyway

There’s something in his tone that she detests. It isn’t that he’s malicious, not by any stretch of imagination, but she hate hate hates it when her vulnerabilities are obvious. Was is the dark circles that contrasted against wan flesh? Eyes unfocused, a certain glossiness rivaling that of the dead. Or was it her swollen fingers, relentless in their trembling because sleep is the only reprieve of her greatest nervous habit? 

Either way, Vega lights up a cigarette and regards him carefully, as well as she can with blurring vision. Sleep is for the dead, she wants to say. Maybe it’s better that she doesn’t.

     “No.” Vega’s voice is hoarse, audibly painful in its lack of use, though fragments of sincerity manage to garnish her tone. “I’m fine. I have to figure this out.”

[thedestrcyer]

*sets my url next to an Ellen Ripley figurine*

MY OPINION ON;

Character in general: This one should be such!! a given!! I love Dwayne Hicks so much. He’s so respectful of Ripley in general. I also love that schoolboy crush he obviously develops but in the end he’s generous, the only one that cares to notice she’s Suffering and is such a survivor. He listens to her, above all else. I mean, he’s also one hell of a Hot Soldier, so that’s also a plus but I love!!! him!!! so much!!!!!!How they play them: Ah!!! You get his quiet and friendly essence down so!!! great!!! I’m so proud of the way you write him. You writing is so fluid, easy. Your so easy to write with. You also get a lot of what makes him a soldier, even after Aliens. His stance, the way he’s so polite, his speech. God, I love how you play him. The Mun:  Tweety! You’re so friendly. Plus!!!! You’re such a big Alien fan, how could I not adore you!

DO I:

RP with them:  I sure do. Want to RP with them:    Always!!!

WHAT IS MY;

Overall Opinion:

[thedestrcyer]

*gently places my url here*

@cnlyway

I could say so much about you. You’re such a sweetheart. You’re so easy to talk to. I love your writing. Most of all? I just appreciate the fact you’re such a big fan of the alien franchise, Ripley and everything related. If I need to talk about something Ripley related I know exactly who to go to. You’re precious.

[thedestrcyer]

✦

If she had to admit, the shirt itself was already enticing. It’s not a normal circumstance he wears something that clings to his form, but he looked nice in it. She did, after all, pick it out. Casual, yet it still looked nice in a formal setting. She was in a plain, white button up blouse herself. The black long sleeved t-shirt complimented her outfit perfectly. That she didn’t mean, but it worked, didn’t it. “I just want to get… this over with.” 

A pause in her statement. Did she ever let him know he was probably the most handsome man alive? Probably not - it isn’t really her style. She ought to though.

[ show some skin meme. ]    @cnlyway.

[thedestrcyer]

(shoots a ♗ through that stellar pulse rifle)

[ i’m making icons. what’s up???? ] @cnlyway.

[instinctualsurvivor-archived]

❛ I don’t understand what you’re doing. ❜

     “Well if you come over here, I’ll explain it to you.”

[instinctualsurvivor-archived]

☎ hugging them

     The two had not been very physical despite the obvious attraction they had to one another. Then again, they had been busy trying to not get killed during the Xenomorph infestation. Now that they had been docked at Gateway Station and had time to recuperate from the horrors that they had seen, everything seemed to be okay for now. Newt was getting checked up on and Bishop was being repaired while Ripley had been cleared minus the diagnosis of PTSD and severe anxiety. So seeing as she had nothing else to do, she’d gone to visit Hicks.

     What had surprised Ripley, when she’d entered the corporal’s room, was that he’d immediately moved to curl his arms around her in a massive hug. She’d been stunned for a split second before carefully returning the gesture so as to not agitate his wounds. It was a bit of comfort to the both of them, she was sure. It was definitely better than panicking over an elevator who’s door’s wouldn’t shut.

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     Ripley had docked at a small colony on a moon not far from Earth’s solar system, the first place she’d been at in two months. She was continuously on the run in her small ship, overrun with about five Xenomorphs that she has raised on her own after escaping the company several months back after the events on Hadley’s Hope. It had hurt to leave Newt, Hicks, and the droid Bishop behind, but the Company had wanted her the most and she’d ran as soon as she had the chance with Hicks keeping them occupied while she’d made her escape. And as soon as she could, Ellen had bought a tiny ship and a few supplies and had set out in a direction away from the Company...and away from the other three. She had encountered the five Xenomorphs on another, smaller failed colony on LV-426 and had taken them in and raised them as her own, why, she still wasn’t sure. But they saw her as their Queen, and they protected her.

Pulling the dark blue scarf a little further over her head so that it covered her hair and face a little better, Ripley checked her list and noted that she had one last thing to get before she could head back to her ship and take off. She didn’t like staying in one place too long. Humming quietly to herself, she made her way over to the next store, only to freeze when she heard a familiar voice talking to someone else in the little store. Peeking out at the owner of the voice, she could see for certain that it was him. 

Dwayne.

The sight of him made her chest tighten and sadness wash over her, but she knew that she couldn’t go back to him, at least not yet. Keeping one eye on him, she nodded to the cashier and quietly asked for her order. Maybe the corporal had heard her and recognized her voice., as the store was not that busy at all and was relatively quiet. She wouldn’t get her hopes up just yet.