#ryan 002

[shadowembraced]

He narrowed his eyes just slightly at the comment from the copycat. Guess I got lucky the shadows played along... They never did. Luck or not. To grow your shadow and make shapes out of it was one thing. A true parlor trick. Nothing too complex. But the level of control and refinement that Ryan displayed in that room spoke of something that Mikhail himself took months to perfect, his age notwithstanding. That spoke of a depth to Ryan's own power. Something that Ryan was holding back. And Mikhail wondered if it would be wise to try and get that info out of him. What's your true power, Mr. Estrada? He asked in his mind as he sipped on his drink and still studied the features of the male before him. You just made yourself all the more interesting read. He added, half referencing to his thoughts in their first interaction.

No questions asked, a refill was served to both of them. Mikhail certainly could hold his liquor. He wondered if Ryan could too or if he had also absorbed Mikhail's own resistance. "Don't mention it. We had a deal." He pointed simply and then moved over to the TV, turning on the sound system, just to have background noises as he settled some classic musics to play since Ryan didn't seem like the chattiest person... Unless provoked. And he'd rather have the male with his guard as low as possible.

"By the way. No one calls me Misha."

"i can see why." ryan thought about the best way to present himself in front of a crowd of people he barely knew & who barely knew him. he thought about… using that little trick, he'd seen the actor use it during his …younger years, but he felt it smartest to present something the crowd had seen before to enunciate clearly what it was ryan did. was it classy? probably not. did he feel good about copying others? nah. but it was his god-given gift & so he made use of it as he saw fit. it wasn't like he made a habit of it, like he planned to go around taking everybody's power & declaring their presence here unnecessary. ryan was far … from that mindset. he just wanted to be here, so he could get out there & do what they did …legally. without restraint.

admittedly, ryan thought the offer to get drunk together - if more sophistically worded by the shadow weaver was meant for after the event, but apparently… not. he wasn't sure if skipping the end of it was smart, especially because ryan would profit from knowing everybody's abilities, but .. he was here now, he might as well get what he came for.

"oh, yeah. it's fine." ryan knew that some must think him weak, needing to steal to perform, but he hadn't asked to be born this way & whatever god thought about when he made him… well, ryan had yet to find another way to use his gift. *"guess i got lucky the shadows played along." ryan hummed with a little shrug, chasing the other towards the bar to get his prize. *no, not mikhail.* the booze. only the booze. what the actor didn't quite know - or anybody other than father ( & therefore the team of the institute most likely) .. ryan didn't just absorb … or mimic powers. there was a depth to what he did.. only few could be able to grasp, he felt. the reason he avoided touching others wasn't their powers pouring into him, it was … everything else. sure, the absorbing itself wasn't that much fun either, but it wasn't the actual deal breaker. it was the memories, good & bad - painful, numbing .. enlightening … in misha's case. explained a whole lot why he was the way he was.

& that was the main issue. knowing other people's deepest darkest secrets… knowing everything about them with a single touch… it wasn't … well, besides it giving him a murder migraine.. it also… it just.. he didn't want it. he didn't want to know anything, not like this. in this case … it made him curious, maybe feeling a little sympathetic for the other. "thanks." he sipped his drink, throwing his head back to down it quick. soft hiss, but it was really good.

[glitchaxolol]

Help, I think I have a thing for low-key evil hot (dirty) blondes

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@spellbindingnights Laughing kids ran past them as they walked down the pier. People were playing games, eating cotton candy or simply strolling along the different stands. Ryan took a deep breath as he eased back into the familiar atmosphere. Screams could be heard as a roller coaster took its riders for a plunge and that brought a smile to his face. It was nice to be here, especially since it sometimes felt like he still hadn’t adjusted back to life here after working abroad, on a hospital ship for years. Not that he was complaining because his patients clearly had worse living conditions.

This place reminded him of all the fun he’d been missing out on, so much so that I’m spite of all the noise, Ryan was visibly relaxed. His hand brushed against Olivia’s before he tentatively slipped his fingers between hers. “Is that okay?”

[manybcdthings]

jones cabins

ethan jones, tammie jones and ryan cross @rviner @dxrkenedheights

"Tammie!" Ethan called for his daughter as soon as his and Ryan's boots trudged through the cabin. He waited for her face to peek from the bedroom and he nodded his head towards the obvious blood-stained Cross at his side. "Got somethin' of yours." he wasn't going to play coy any longer, because for anything that was thought of Beau, it had finally gone too far. Despite his age catching up with him at times, Ethan was thankful that it had given him wisdom. Wisdom that allowed him to see things exactly how they were, to connect dots and put two and two together with ease. And this little troublesome duo didn't need a detective to crack. It wasn't even a mystery. "Come and sit down, 'cause both of y'all need to hear this." he told her, gesturing to the couch.

With a sigh, Ethan sat on the couch opposite and his eyes scanned between the two of them. "Now, it probably ain't gonna be long until this gets back to Wolf so I'm tryna resolve this and work out the best way to go forward. Because usually, if someone attacks one of my wolves, I will be makin' sure they get given some Hell in return." an eye for an eye never really bothered Ethan. Except this particular situation was slightly messier. "And Tammie," he gave his daughter a sharp look. "You need to hear all this because I don't think for one second, this ain't got something to do with the damn triangle that's been going on between y'all. I love you to death, but for some reason I ain't taught you the art of being subtle. So let's stop pretending, okay? I'm about sick of it." Granted, Beau injected himself firmly in the middle of it all. But still. He looked to Ryan. "You flip switches fast, Ry but that-" he waved a hand to the door. "What did he do that made you wanna make a Picasso outta his face?"

[winterline13-art]

Ryan Hall, Y'all

Was watching Ryan Hall's livestream coverage of Hurricane Helene's landfall yesterday and wanted to make some fanart for him! I have SUPER bad weather anxiety especially when I don't know what's going on, but Ryan's videos have been super helpful in easing a lot of that anxiety. Something he says a lot is "Don't be scared. Be prepared." and I've really been taking that to heart.

I was set to be right in the center path of this storm pretty much right up until it made landfall and went out east of me, so I was real nervous about how things would go. But I had Ryan's nowcasting stream, I had the information from his forecasting videos, and my family and I had made all the preparations we could so it helped a ton <3

If y'all have never heard of Ryan Hall and also have weather anxiety like me, HIGHLY recommend his videos!! You both learn a lot about weather as a whole and therefore feel a lot more informed and aware, but he's so awesome at explaining things well and providing resources to go out and learn more. :D

[dxrkenedheights]

where: supply depot, dec 31st with: ryan cross and isla alvarez @waterfallswords

★・・・・・・★

"Yo, El!" Ryan calls as he appears from the other side of the truck. Preparations far from over before they can head out and embark on what's to come. It's why Ryan doesn't feel too bad with his intentions of plucking Isla from Elliot, knowing she'll wind on back to him for the final farewells. "Lemme steal y'girl for a minute." he adds once closer, clapping Elliot's arm as he passes. His baby brother has his mouth too full of food, his protest just a mumble of crumbs so Ryan has the perfect excuse to not listen. He's able to gently sweep Isla way from Elliot, dashing smile including.

But a rare expression of sincerity moves to his features once he's stepped aside with Isla, Ryan taking in a deeper breath. "I uh..." he let's out a laugh, mostly because a struggle for words isn't even him. The earlier conversation with Tammie has his mind working in an overdrive, one he has to clear if he's going to bring his best fighting foot to the night. "In my room, in my dresser at the bottom. There's like uh...a paper sack with some whiskey in it. I know you can't drink but just...I don't know. Use my name to get some cake or somethin' from the cafe. But you can do that and head to Tammie's?" asking for favors isn't in his nature either, Ryan usually the one to take on them for everybody else. "She's gonna be worried about JJ and I know she won't wanna worry every other damn Jones too, and you're gonna be worried about El so...just have a girl night. Whatever the fuck y'all do." he huffs then, but it wouldn't be Ryan if a joke didn't follow. "And hey, if just by chance, a pillow fight happens, you got that camera right?"

[lionprotected]

@benedictmd (festival starter!)

waking  up  sore  with  another  person  in  his  bed  was  still  ...strange  even  now.  so  used  to  being  alone,  so  used  to  having  the  entire  bed  to  himself  that  he  often  found  himself  waking  up  halfway  atop  the  alpha  who'd  invited  himself  into  his  home.  that  ...was  the  only  reason  for  that  happenstance,  of  course.  if  he  was  to  burrow  into  the  alpha's  neck,  then  his  drowsy  state  would  have  to  be  blamed.  working  overtime  more  often  than  not,  ryan  pretty  much  always  felt  drowsy  &  so...  he  may  or  may  not  wake  up  with  an  arm  around  his  waist  &  his  face  lodged  in  the  alpha's  neck.  no,  he  did  not  enjoy  the  man's  scent.

&  if  it  calmed  him  down,  then  that  was  an  unwanted  side-effect.  eyes  glanced  up  to  meet  the  other's,  slowly  retrieving  his  limbs  from  ...across  ben's  entire  goddamn  body & rolling into his back or side.. a bit of both.  he  woke...feeling  a  little  uneasy,  but  well  -  there  was  still  the  alpha  thing  &  the  marking  without  asking  thing  -  or  the  fact  benedict  came  back  smelling  like  someone  else,  or  the  fact  the  alpha  was  insatiable.  plenty  of  reasons  actually. "....mornin'.  you..  hungry?"  words  rumbled  the  other's  way  -  well,  they  were  more  of  a  grumble,  maybe.  it  was  saturday  &  the  beginning  of  the  festival.  his  festival.  maybe  they  could...  eh,  stupid  idea.

[ofwrxth]

+ RYAN / CROSS CABIN / NOV. 13

It's near midnight and Elliot can't sleep. Rather than toss and turn, he brushes a kiss to Isla's temple and heads to the small living room of their cabin. If this was Center Hill, he might've cracked open a beer, grabbed a pack of smokes and sat on the front steps of the trailer. But there's no beer, and no smokes, and, more importantly, they're thousands of miles from Atlanta.

He stokes the fire in the living room, watching the embers burn back to life before taking a seat. Elliot studies the dancing flames as he considers a whole host of things. But, at the forefront of his mind is the news they'd shared with their family earlier tonight. Another child. They hadn't even found their first, and here they were, preparing for a second.

Elliot feels a bitterness he didn't know could exist alongside a muted joy. Because it feels wrong to be happy. It feels wrong to be excited. It all feels wrong. He's lost in thought but catches another door creaking open. Elliot pokes the fire again, watching the orange pillars leap and swirl as he gives a slight nod in Ryan's direction. "Couldn't sleep," he murmurs, the statement unnecessary but used to break the silence. "And Hunt stole my smokes last week." Well stole, is a bit of a stretch. More like Elliot lost them in a game of cards, even though he knew better than to play with his brother. @dxrkenedheights

[tessabhrams]

location: his house

status: closed for @ryanparrish

The situation felt a little too close to how she'd shown up at Ryan's door all those weeks ago, the only difference being that time her stomach knotted with what suspiciously felt like hope. This time, as she slid from the driver's seat the only thing Tess could call the beast in her belly was dread.

Unfortunately, she couldn't just get back in the car and continue avoiding this conversation any longer. It'd been long enough since the night of the auction, upset stomach be damned.

Still, her approach wasn't immediate. No. Tess eyed the door to his trailer with a healthy dose of trepidation for a solid minute before her feet finally got with the program.

Loosing a sigh from her lips she palmed her keys, then rapped a few closed fist knocks to get his attention. Assuming he was even home.

Was he home?

She probably should've called first. Except any amount of warning to her arrival would've only given Ryan time to formulate an excuse. An explanation as to how, exactly, he was still married when he'd point blank swore the opposite years ago.

Call her hypocritical (she'd kept her own secrets out of their letters) but the revelation of his absolutely still real marriage vows felt different from not disclosing Waverly sooner. Keeping news of her daughter away from his ears was still a shade dishonest, but it hadn't been a bold faced lie.

Just thinking about their parallel predicaments reignited a searing heat in her blood.

Married. Still married.

Tess barely managed to swallow the sound of her self-directed scoff when, at last, the door swung wide... and there he was. Ryan Parrish. The man she once assumed she'd spend her entire life with and now couldn't help but study like a stranger.

It killed her— Noting that difference between past and present. Between moving home and learning his carefully kept, blissfully wedded truth.

This wasn't how their story was supposed to go.

"I think it's time we talked." To Tess' credit she bravely jutted her chin, but her heart gave an unsteady gallop when she followed with the barbed quip, "Unless your wife is home?"

[bekturan]

location: Covinton's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @ryanparrish

Why she let Chess convince her to sign up was a mystery (one she regretted more by the minute) but, with the bidding set to begin soon enough, there wasn't much to be done. She was there. She was dressed in something other than a hoodie and some sweatpants. She was—

Okay. Still thinking about making a mad dash for it, if she was being honest.

A small, crooked grin broke across Bek's face that belied her nerves while she slipped closer to Ryan backstage.

Pressing against the wall, an open beer in her hands for liquid courage, she mused, "If we don't get any bids at all we're allowed to just leave, right?" Meaning: when she got up there, and nobody but her best friend donated a twenty to the cause, she could just leave... right?

[mindcrowned]

location: living room area who? @thefrozenhero

"yeah, sure - you tell yourself that, dumbass." if someone was to judge ryan's mood by the choice of words & tone of his voice alone, they'd know everything there was to know: he was annoyed.

& at none other but the arrogant little weasel of an actor marching through these halls like he owned them. he'd hit ryan with a damn door, because he'd apparently been raised in a barn & nobody ever taught him to knock. ryan was still throwing insults his way when he made his way away from him & into the living room, where - ironically, he bumped the door into someone ..... as well. "fuck, i'm sorry." walking around the door to apologize - eye to eyes as one should, he found ... matthias to have been his victim prior.

again.

"shit, we gotta stop meetin' like that. i'm sorry." could they meet normally for once? at least on ryan's side, it'd been utter chaos both times. releasing the door to bring it into its original position again, he sighed softly. "...matthias, right? you like tea?" he could make him a proper tea.... at the least. "or are hot beverages a problem?"

[dxrkenedheights]

★・・・・・・★

Ryan lifts his hand in signal for Wolf to speak, knowing what it is will be spoken regardless. He appreciates his older brother's perspective, and always has. Wolf's way of viewing the world made it's mark when they were children, Ryan able to find a level of optimism that otherwise would never be there. But, as the years drew on, the optimism became less and less obvious no matter how tirelessly Wolf tried to highlight it. Instead, the remains of it in Ryan were in the form of a protective smile and laughter. Oh but as children? He was right there in the worlds Wolf created, believing that a new beginning was on the horizon. And now? Ryan is slowly sinking back to that feeling, a new beginning closer than ever before. He's in it, but his mind is in desperate need of catching up. "I know what you're sayin', Wolfy but I don't think you're hearin' me." he says carefully, never once locking horns with Wolf in the history of their brotherhood. "You trusted me for a reason, right? So I know even if I've been a fuckin' idiot, there's a part'a you that's gotta listen to me." he leans forward and not from agitation, to try and find the middle ground between him and Wolf. Something that usually is so easy and clear. "I ain't sayin' it's too slow, I'm just saying that we can't change how we wanna in one go. It's gotta be steps, and I think we're skirtin' around the real obvious right now. If we change too much, what the fuck is gonna happen to Hunt?"

"I'm going to say something you might not like." Wolf sighs, waving his hand. "But, I'll say it to anybody if that makes it any better." he takes a moment to settle again in his seat, eyes flicking to the cabin door and then back to his brother. He can see the changes Ryan fights with too, but how he also embraces them and strives to embody them. It doesn't go unnoticed and sometimes Wolf struggles with his own doubt. Can any of it really change? Truly? Or is it a hopeful dream. "I know we would all do anything to bring Cece back for Elliot. I think we all think about it all every day, and Hunter probably is drowning with it." he begins, nodding to the door. "But this is Isla and Elliot's pain and the most trouble they've caused? Elliot none, and the most trouble Isla does is break our hearts when she gets upset. So you and Hunter need to get something in check. I'm not sure what it is. But like Kat and Rory, it's not your jobs to take it upon yourselves. It's mine." he taps the table, not wanting to dwell on the difficult subject for longer than they need to. "We are not going too slow, Ryan. We are just reacting differently than we would. And that's the whole point, isn't it?"

[manybcdthings]

fixin up truckz like a man

hunter cross and ryan cross @dxrkenedheights

"Oh Jesus Christ, get the fuck 'way from me." Hunter waved his hand as he moved around the truck, trying to shoo Ryan from venturing too close. He was still in a sore mood about the bar, in desperate need of a few enjoyable drinks and under the impression that it was Ryan's fault it even started. However, a Cross was a Cross and even if he was childishly bitter for the foreseeable future, the check in still happened. "What you want now? Every time you're near me, we get into shit. Had to try and concentrate while Carina was...tellin me off like a damn school kid." Hunter laughed but it was gone as quick as it sounded out as he looked to Ryan closely, trying to determine if the visit was for annoyance purposes or his brother could potentially need something. "If that big one is comin' for you now, I don't give a fuck. You didn't do shit to help, Ry. You were fighting like a lil girl."

[dxrkenedheights]

where: kaslo, canada with: ryan cross and tammie jones @rviner

★・・・・・・★

He has to admit than when he imagined going out on a run with Tammie, it wasn't with the rest of her family too. Only damn one missing is Ethan and Ryan supposes that's one silver lining, despite the slight awkwardness of catching JJ's eyes in the rearview mirror whenever he chuckles a little too long at something Tammie says. He's been tucked in the back of a car before with Tammie, quite a few times but never with a watchful eye from her brother and sister. By the time they reach the small village, the suggestion to split up is like music to his ears and he doesn't dwell on the fact that he could hear both Nora and JJ's eyes roll as he automatically steps to Tammie's direction.

It takes Ryan a few steps to shake away the close feeling, like swatting flies away that are eyes burning into the back of his head before he laughs. "Jesus. I know y'all Jones' can hold grudges but JJ really don't let up, huh?" he huffs out the tension as he walks with her, but...the slight feeling of close doesn't subside. It's not quite noticeable to comment but instead is a soft prickle at the back of his neck. Itching it, Ryan nods towards the hotel to the left of them. "Here." he taps her as he crosses behind to approach it. Once upon a time, he was sure this little village was beautiful. The backdrop of mountains, the sound of a distant rippling body of water. Even the architecture stands proud in their ruin, but...only. They're not quite ruined. Ryan pauses his steps, taking an exaggerated look either side of the lined street. He glances over his shoulder while he begins to walk again, the closeness he feels had him expecting to see JJ and Nora a few paces behind but instead, he can see them venturing in the opposite direction. "Feel weird to you?" he nudges Tammie's elbow with the back of his hand to catch her attention as they enter the abandoned hotel. "Feels weird to me."

[ofwrxth]

+ RYAN / CROSS CABIN / DEC. 13

Growing up, Mason had the mentality that his dad could handle anything. He was a Cross and he was formidable. And it reassured a young Mase. He could see his grandfather's cruelty for what it was, and he could see his father's resilience. It made him stronger too, trying to emulate his dad's easy going nature while still getting things done. So it was rare for Mason to worry about Ryan becuase he knew that his dad would always be okay, especially with a host of brothers at his back.

But he's one of the people pulling his uncle off his father, and his father away from his uncle, as chaos ensues at the family Christmas party. In some ways, it's nothing new. In other ways...it stirs something uneasy in Mason, having rarely seen his uncle so violent towards his dad, even at their worst. He loses sight of his dad in the immediate after math and but once he hears Ryan’s voice trailing from outside, he grabs a towel and two beers.

Mason gives a slight nod of acknowledgment to JJ who's coming back inside as he steps out onto the porch of the cabin. He tosses the towel at Ryan and then extends one of the beers. "That was shitty," he notes, taking a seat beside his dad as he sips his own. @dxrkenedheights

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

It wasn’t long before the reply came and just as he predicted, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Ryan sat down on the bench. His smile widened as he began typing away. There was something addictive about this cat and mouse game, especially since the roles constantly changed. She was keeping him on his toes and making him work, which if he was being honest was something he wasn’t used to - not that Ryan was a womanizer because it was actually the contrary. He didn’t go out that often and wasn’t as good as this as Nia seemed to think.

Ryan: Absolutely not.

He could have told her otherwise to lure her over. He could’ve come up with a reason they needed to meet - a professional one of course. However, Ryan could truthfully say he’d always been honest with her from the moment they met so he wasn’t going to start lying now. If she accepted to come over, it would be on her own terms of course. He had nothing to say in his defense except that he just really wanted to see her. The only problem was that he never really knew where he stood with her but no pain no gain, right? It could be confusing but at least it seemed to work for now.

Ryan: I just want to see you. Should I send Jerome to pick you up?

goodvibesandsunglasses·:

Hidden away in his penthouse, Ryan stood behind the floor to ceiling wall of glass. The short building loomed directly above the sand, allowing him to enjoy privileged view of the ocean. His gaze floated over the waves and occasionally wandered to the phone that sat on the table. It had barely been 48 hours since he’d last seen Nia but he found himself craving her company. He’d been fighting the urge to text her for the past hour and could feel his reserve wearing thin with every passing minute. The smile that spread across his lips did nothing to help with self control as he could easily imagine her reaction when she’d get his text. Excitement? Agitation? He wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up telling him off. He stepped onto the large terrasse and closed his eyes upon feeling the warmth of early morning sun rays on his skin. It was going to be a nice day; the kind of Sundays he liked spending holed up in his library/relaxing room. But that was before an encounter with a certain brunette a couple of days ago. Her gaze, her manners, the way she expressed herself… here he was having flashbacks of their encounter in his office so there was very little left to do to stop him from getting in touch with her. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to it anyway. She was the one; he could feel it deep down so even their new collaboration wouldn’t stop him from pursuing her. Did he even make the conscious decision to pick up the phone? No but he was already opening the messaging application and typing. One word. Breakfast?

Soft buzzing roused Nia from a dreamless sleep, brown hues fluttering in the darkness as she felt around for her phone. From a sliver of light peeking through the curtains she figured it well past her usual rising time. Fragments of the weekend flitted through her mind: bar and club hopping intermingled with karaoke only to roll into Saturday brunch and start all over again. It was a miracle she didn’t feel any real fatigue.

“Te voilà.” There you are. Plucking her phone from the nightstand she pushed herself upright. Several notifications flooded the screen, but one immediately caught her eyes.

Ryan: Breakfast?

Biting her lip she couldn’t help a small smile. “He can’t be serious?” It had only been what? Maybe a day and half if she was being generous? Memories of Ryan’s cocky grin immediately quelled those thoughts. “But of course he’s serious.” With a small huff she threw the covers off. “Give a man a patisserie and he turns into a goose.…” Murmuring to herself she pondered how best to respond. Of course there was a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but there were also cheekier options- options she’d only dare send via text.

Nia: Depends…is this work related?

A rhetorical question, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to let him sweat just a bit. Nevermind she was already starting her morning routine with an outfit in mind. Truthfully, even if their breakfast plans fell through, she had every intention of going out- to avoid her friend’s partying habits if nothing else.