#c: ryan

[streetcatscomic]

I really like those anime illustrations that just shows as many characters as possible.

[redratt]

Marcela had a girlfriend -- Ryan -- before she was embraced.

The fateful night she came across Bailey, Marcela and Ryan got into a fight like couples do sometimes. They stormed off in opposite directions, Ryan going to a local sandwich shop to calm down and get dinner.

Marcela... never came back.

While searching, Ryan found a dried sticky pool of blood at the foot of a hill. Blood on the stones that went down the hillside. She -- she knew, then, she just knew, who it had belonged to. Maybe that's why Ryan kept looking even when she was told not to.

[notquiteahitman]

you  lied  to  me… (Sean to Ryan)

@ofwondersandhares sent 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

In that moment, everything froze. For Ryan, there was nothing but the sound of his heart pounding in his ears and the hot flash of panic that rose in his chest and sent tendrils of vibration down his limbs and into his fingers. His hands trembled so violently he almost dropped the dishcloth he was holding; nevertheless, he set it down on the counter before turning to face Sean, gripping onto the edge of it as he did so to give himself support.

There was no use pretending, not now. Not if he knew. The wizard swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat, but his voice was still hoarse as he asked,

"How did you find out?"

[jammusings]

[jesschastcin]

I was thinking, now that press and the film festivals for Memory are about to slow down maybe we could go on a little trip? It's been a while since we've done something like that. We could take the girls somewhere for a few days and then... we could disappear for a couple of days, just you and I. I really need some alone time with my guy. / @ranreynolds

[elijahford]

who: @ryanford

where: Berry Hill house (flashback)

Of course he was excited his sister made it through the tour and was back, safe and sound. However, she brought with her a surprise that wasn't some cool trinket or discovery she found in her travels. Or food, part of Eli was really hoping for some amazing salt water taffy or something. "You know I love you and I love animals, but are you sure you, um, you're going to be able to handle a puppy right now?" He asked with some concern. There was no way Elijah had the time to chase after a puppy all day he was just brought in on a new album and was just wrapping up another one. Salem was working long hours at the shop with their apprenticeship. Not that he thought Ryan would drop the ball but he worried about what was going to happen if she was pulled out on tour in another few months or got the inspiration to start making another record. "I don't mind having this adorable thing around. Wait, okay, first things first - what are we calling this little dude?"

[gwilymlee-hf]

I mean, I think she does know. She knows that sometimes she is staying with daddy and sometimes with mummy. So she has some kind of idea.

that is the good thing right there. i see, well good for you the co parenting and making sure she is happy. there isn't more, that is all you can ask for. ah so still pretty young does she all know what is happening?.

[streetcatscomic]

Sketch pages at did during the beginning of development! Some of these have outdated designs (You can see Tania's design change in the middle lol) and some stuff is not even canon anymore, but I want to pick some and remake them!! I am also hoping on making more pages like these in the future.

[notquiteahitman]

“ you never had to be perfect. you just had to stay. ” (Sean to Ryan)

@ofwondersandhares sent a meme I can't find

Crises, for Ryan, were perhaps a little too common. He often wondered how Sean put up with him, with his near-constant anguish about who he has and what he had done and whether he was a terrible person and whether he should just get on with it already and start the damn rebellion he had always wanted to. Things had gotten better in recent years, he had to admit, since he began spending larger chunks of his time in Wonderland. But the apparent reincarnation of Shay's feelings towards Breslin had led Ryan into his own crisis, partly fueled by his knowledge that her meeting Breslin in the first place was all his fault.

And yet, as Sean's words cut through his usual panic about how he was a terrible person and needed to go back to his own world and face the music, how he should leave Wonderland entirely and let Sean live out his life without him, the wizard stopped dead in his tracks. His words died on his lips, his face instantly softening from frenzied anxiety into surprise, then to disbelief, and finally, to softness. He released a heavy sigh, and if Sean looked closely enough, he would actually see Ryan's shoulders relax.

"Do- do you really mean that?" he breathed, as though he didn't quite want to ask the question in case it caused Sean to regret his words. "Because I- I sometimes feel like all I've done since I entered your life is ruin it."

[reyskitchensink]

He's literally just trying to get an invite to the cookout.

[vicedmuses]

ironically, moses had been planning this for a while. he even started to prepare earlier in the day. he had purchased a burner phone to prank call the 911 hotline for a couple of hours. hopefully, they would think that most calls around the area were a prank. he just needed to be sure that if ryan did have his phone on him, that help wouldn't have come as quickly as they should. plus, he couldn't have them interrupt the two of them. this was their special moment together.

so he continued to push forward to continue to find the blond. thankfully, he still had him in his sights and it was almost like he was leaving a trail of clothes for him to follow. kinky. behind the mask, moses was smiling widely as he was told to go to hell. he figured that he was already destined for that place anyway, so it's not like anything he did anymore mattered. that wasn't going to be what stopped him from finally having ryan in his grasp. going after a dancer meant that he had to keep up with all of his movements though. not only did the blond have a nice and tight body, but apparently he could run away faster than others. that was going to be something moses had to keep in mind.

moses did the only sane thing he thought he could do once he also reached the guest house. he broke the glass with his elbow, reached inside, and unlocked the door. then, he pushed himself inside and ran around like a mad man, looking to see where his prey had went. if anything, people might have just thought that the party goers were getting rowdy and had no respect for the property they were in. which of course, would bode well for the killer. when he was done searching the first floor, he darted up the stairs again. clad in his ghostface costume, he started to tap the knife against the walls so that it could make some noise. he wanted ryan to know that he was here. he wanted the hunk to know that he was close. "ryyyaaaannnnn." he called out in a sing song voice. "come out come out wherever you are." it was sick how excited this all made him. "you know you want to see who is under the mask. so come on, try to take it off of me."

There was still so much he hadn’t accomplished—this couldn’t be the end. He had gone on tour for a musical, landed a scholarship to Juilliard. But then he’d dropped out, thinking the tour was his big break. And for a while, it was. Until the offers stopped coming. Now, he was back where he started, trying to jump-start his career all over again. This party was supposed to be a well-deserved break. Instead, it was becoming the end of his life.

Ryan could only hope he’d find a safe place to hide—or that someone would hear or see what was happening. Then again, it was Halloween. People might just think it was a prank. This neighborhood was full of college students who didn’t know how to behave, and even if someone did call the police, there was a good chance it would be ignored. The area didn’t exactly have the best reputation. Whoever was behind the mask—was this personal? Or just someone with a sick craving for blood? His Pharaoh costume was coming apart, the fabric tearing and unraveling. He had no choice but to let it fall apart or rip it himself to keep from tripping. With every tear, it became more revealing, but right now, survival mattered more than modesty.

"Go to hell!" was all he said. The guest house was almost within reach. Drawing on his theater training—and the handful of times he’d dabbled in sports—Ryan pushed himself to run faster, his legs burning with the effort. He took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding as he reached for the door. This was it—the moment of truth. Locked or unlocked? The handle turned. The door swung open. Ryan darted inside and locked it behind him, hands shaking. But that wouldn’t guarantee safety. Another door or window could be unlocked, and he wasn’t about to stick around to find out. If the killer wanted in, they could just break the glass. He sprinted up the stairs, searching for a hiding spot. A bedroom. A closet. It would have to do. Pressing himself into the shadows, he forced himself to stay still and silent. His eyes darted around the space, searching for anything—anything he could use as a weapon. If it came down to it, he’d have to fight his way out.

[aarontveit]

OLIVER STARK as EVAN BUCKLEY RYAN GUZMAN as EDDIE DIAZ AISHA HINDS as HEN WILSON 9-1-1 | 2018 - S08E09: Sob Stories

[soranatus]

The End of Barbie By Steph C, an illustrator & visual development artist

[notquiteahitman]

@ofwondersandhares continued from here

This, Ryan thought, as their fingers locked together once more, was how things were supposed to be. They were coming back together now, Ryan could feel it, slotting together like long-separated pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Even as they sat, hands intertwined, the wizard could feel the stress and tension melting away, that characteristic crooked grin settling on his lips once more. "Did you really just insinuate that you miss Breslin? Jeez, you must have been getting desperate." He tilted his head, one hand pulling away from the other's to gently brush Sean's cheek. "And you certainly don't need me to have adventured, love. You can travel the realms after all." But it's clear that Ryan knew precisely what Sean meant.

"How is Shay, anyway?" In their time apart, Ryan had rather kept himself to himself. The truth was, when his and Sean's contact became less and less frequent, Ryan had merely assumed that Sean was off exploring the realms as he often did, and had therefore kept himself away from anything that might remind him of what he once had. It was funny, how frequently they fell into this routine, falling apart and then together again. It was only now, in the aftermath, that Ryan began to feel some guilt. After all, there always would remain that link between them all, no matter how tenuous, that was only solidified by the situation between Shay and Breslin. Had Shay needed him, and he hadn't been there? "And- and Josh? Has he been around much? What about the kids?"

[harrykanehills]

I mean, it does take getting used to. If I had moved to another Premiership team, then maybe more the getting used to a new team. But because it was moving to a new country, and having to look for a new house for my family with a new baby on the way at the time. The whole new country thing was what was taking the getting used to more than the new team. Oh, I can understand that. It has been busy for you from the sounds of it. Enjoying the trip so far?

Really? I would've thought it would take a lot getting used to a new team sheet. But, three years ago I barely knew shit about fuck I'm still a new football Dad, I learn new things about the game every day. I'm trying to be like Coach Beard from Ted Lasso reading all those football strategy books to learn as much as I can but I know Parky has all of that shit nailed. I haven't been keeping up with the transfer news for other teams much, I know Rob has though. I've been full on at the moment with Wrexham's transfers, I spent a little time over there, and finishing Deadpool. It's been a busy few months.

[ghostchems]

longing - papa emeritus iv x f!reader

at a certain moment during a performance, copia thinks of you.

a/n: the mic holder fingering will always be in my thoughts. 1.1k words. fingering, obviously. 18+! mdni! ao3 link.

He had done it again.

Every night he loses himself, a brief moment where his mind wanders off beyond the crowd, beyond the crushing responsibility of furthering the the Clergy agenda. Copia thinks of you. He closes his eyes and feels the music, drawing in a sharp gasp as his hand drifts up the mic stand. You’re so far away back at headquarters with your own duties. It hurts for him to be away this long. He misses how soft you feel in his arms, how you laugh at his really dumb jokes and the more suggestive sounds you make when he touches you in just the right spot.

Copia’s finger pushes into the mic holder and fingers it, eyes squeezed shut and lips parting at the thought of it being between your legs. The roar of the crowd brings him back down to earth, back down to the moment. Eyes shoot open and he wrenches his finger from the mic stand, a mix of shock and disgust on his face. He’s learned to play it up because of how often it happens. He thrives in front of a crowd but after being away so long he yearns to be back in your bed, buried under the covers with an old movie on the tv. A quick turn and he’s marching back off stage with the ghouls wrapping up the song.

Long, slow exhale as he walks up to the golden mirror, taking a moment to regard himself. He smoothes out his jacket and fidgets with his cravat when he’s distracted by a figure in the mirror behind him. A gasp! And then he gives noises that can only be described a Copia noises when he realizes it’s you. Oh, it’s you. He’s on you so quickly, boney arms wrapped around you and pulling you in close. Heart is pounding in his chest as he continues making excited noises until the words finally come out.

“I was just thinking of you.” Copia is breathless, burying his face in your hair to drink in your scent. How he missed you so. He’s nearly trembling, overcome with deep love and affection for you.

“You’re doing so great, Copia.” You whisper and hug him back just as tight. “I… I don’t want to distract you, though. I can wait in the wings until you’re done for the night.” He feels you start to move away from him but he tightens his grip to keep you firmly in place.

“Nononono. Stay here.” Copia runs a gloved hand through your hair. “I eh, have some time.” He leans back to look at you and my god, does it stir something primal and deep inside of him. Thoughts flit back to the mic stand. “I have something to show you, actually.” He hums and takes you by the arms and pulls you off into a dark corner of backstage. His heart pounds in his chest. There’s not much time but he can’t let this moment with you slip away. Once he has you out of view his mouth finds your earlobe, catching it with his teeth as his hands desperately paw at your clothes.

“P-papa!” You squeal as his lips travel down your neck.

“Shhh-shhh, amore. They mustn’t hear us.” Copia huffs and nips just below your jaw. You gasp as his hand slips down the front of your pants and he takes a breath to lean back, taking in your wide eyes and how your breath quickens with a groan. You are so delicious he can hardly stand it. “I’ve longed for you. Every night I think of you, wishing I could touch you again.” His voice cracks and he presses his forehead to yours. You’re speechless. Copia’s fingers toy with the hem of your underwear, humming in approval at the wetness that pools through the thin fabric. He pushes the fabric aside and slips a finger inside your slick folds.

Your mouth drops open in a low groan that Copia quickly swallows with his own lips. Both sighing together, with him peppering you with slow, deliberate kisses as he works another finger inside. He stretches you open and sinks his fingers as deep as he can, languid strokes that make your toes curl in your shoes. You want to cry out, to moan and huff but you can’t — you can see some movement behind him, the stage crew doing their jobs of moving equipment and instruments. Copia’s other hand snatches you by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Stay with me, amore.” He hisses against your lips before claiming them with a fiery, possessive kiss. Tongue invades your mouth, drinking in all of your sighs and moans. He thrusts his fingers inside of you at a rough pace, curling them once they’ve sank in as far as they’ll go. Your knees start to buckle, core impossibly tense from how he tears you into pieces. Nails dig into his black jacket, gasping into his mouth while half-lidded eyes meet his mismatched gaze. A growl rumbles up from Copia’s throat. He loves seeing you like this, utterly under the spell of his skillful fingers.

“I-I’m here.” You choke out, breaking away from the kiss but tugging him in closer so that your noses touch.

"Va bene." Copia whispers back, his voice a soothing balm over your senses. His fingers continue their relentless rhythm, drawing you ever closer to the precipice. Your breath hitches, body trembling as he coaxes you towards a shattering release. The world narrows down to just the two of you, lost in each other, hidden in the chaos backstage. Heat rushes to your face and spreads throughout your body until it’s too much to take. Your body convulses and a shattered cry falls from your lips, your climax overtaking you. He groans in approval, pressing slow kisses to your temple and then down your cheek before ending with one unbelievably tender kiss to your lips.

“I must return to the stage, amore.” Copia muses as he pulls his fingers from you. He brings them to his nose, taking a long whiff of the heady scent before licking the slick off his gloves. “I am… so happy you are here.” You see that twinkle in his eyes that made you fall hard for him in the first place. He cups your face, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones to soothe you from your high. You take him by the wrist, a shuddered breath leaving your lips.

“Burgers after?” You manage to crack a smile between huffs. His face lights up and he pulls you in for a warm hug.

“Burgers and fries, baby.” Copia plants one last kiss to your cheek and gives you a squeeze before skipping off to back to the stage.