ryan erzahler head canons!! (and maybe some rylan?🗣️🗣️)
Hey anon thanks for the ask! I’m just gonna do the Ryan headcanons in this post and make a separate post right after this one for Rylan because it would be way too long of a post for me to include both here LOL. I hope you enjoy!
Ryan Erzahler headcanons
This sounds really basic but I think Ryan’s favorite food would be pizza. He especially loves a good surpreme pizza.
For a sweet treat, Ryan really loves warm chocolate chip cookies! He especially loves making them with Sarah every Friday night :)
Ryan is really into horror movies, especially classic horror. His favorite movies are Texas chainsaw massacre, the original halloween, hellraiser, alien and the Friday the 13th series.
Ryan’s favorite time of year is fall and he loves Halloween! While Ryan isn’t typically into parties, he goes to at least one Halloween party every year and shows up in the most elaborate costume out of everyone. On Halloween night, he doesn’t go to any parties because he takes Sarah trick or treating. He also likes to help Sarah make a Halloween costume.
Ryan also loves a nice rainy day. He likes to cozy up with a good book, music and a lit candle.
He loves warm, spicy scents like patchouli and cinnamon.
Ryan also loves earthy scents, like pine, sandalwood and the smell of rain.
Ryan loves survival horror video games. Some of his favorites series are dead space, silent hill, resident evil, and the evil within.
Ryan owns a pair of Tripp Nyc pants and they’re his favorite pants ever.
In general, Ryan’s fashion style is reminiscent of late 90s/early 2000s mall goth. He likes to shop at hot topic but he also loves thrifting and altering clothes.
He paints his nails black from time to time.
Ryan and Abi have been close friends since childhood and first met each other at camp.
Ryan plays bass guitar in his free time.
Ryan had a childhood crush on Zak Bagans from ghost adventures
Ryan has a septum and eyebrow piercing, along with multiple ear piercings.
Surprisingly, Ryan does not have any tattoos. However, he would love to get a large one on his back someday.
His favorite colors are dark purple, grey and black.
He likes to wear black eyeliner and mascara on some occasions.
His favorite music genres are nu metal and 2000s rock. Some of his favorite bands are Deftones, Korn, Slipknot, linkin park, System of a Down, creed, three days grace, evanescence, kittie, tool and static-x. Also likes some smaller alternative bands like title fight and quannic.
Post game, Ryan becomes highly claustrophobic (due to when he had to hide from Bobby when being chased by him) and he gets panic attacks and nausea from being in tight spaces.
Ryan also hates anyone other than Dylan touching his sides. It reminds him too much of when he was stabbed by Bobby.
While I think all of the counselors would suffer from depression, anxiety and PTSD post-game, Ryan would especially get hit with the worst depression. Growing up, Ryan’s father was not in his life and while he loves his grandparents his grandfather couldn’t be much of a father figure to him. Him and Chris had a father-son-like bond. Shooting him was as painful for him as losing a parent.
Post game, Ryan decides to go to school in Boston, Massachusetts for animation.
As an adult, I feel like he would become a television show animator for adult swim or Comedy Central and would create an adult cartoon series.
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who the HELL is panicking at this disco!!!!
(reblogs greatly appreciated!)
(available on my ko-fi shop!)
process + commentary under the cut!
about the piece: i found myself in a bit of a slump after pushing out so much art in about 2 weeks so this piece took wayyyyy longer than any of my other ones. i knew I wanted the concept of a thermometer as a “cigarette” (do you guys get it. because like. a fever you can’t sweat out. a high fever. right you guys get it right??????) but it took me a LOT of tries to eventually land on a composition i actually liked—do not even get me STARTED on how I incorporated the title. I couldn’t decide on using a font or hand lettering or even where to place the text, it took me a solid two days to get to where it is now and I’m not even 100% happy with it. i tried to mimic a playing card design with the text placement but I’m not sure how well I pulled it off
here are some of the process pics:
the concept itself comes from a lot of the references to addiction in the album as well as the heavy burlesque, early 1900s, circus influence on the album aesthetic (whoever thought of this album theme deserves an award, AFYSCO has genuinely some of the coolest concepts from a design perspective to me)
about the album: AFYCSO is probably one of the best debut albums imo (although that title probably goes to Olivia Rodrigo’s “SOUR” for me)—it’s genuinely in my top three favorite albums of all time, no skips whatsoever on there. regardless of my opinion on Panic! at the Disco (which was pretty much neutral, I never really got into bandom and I didn’t really listen to panic’s music outside of AFYSCO) AFYSCO will always have a special place in my heart, both musically and lyrically it’s SO GOOD
although, I will say that there are some misogynistic undertones (and in some cases just outright misogyny) in these lyrics—I did touch on this topic in my DANCE DANCE commentary so I won’t repeat myself, check that post for more of my thoughts. all in all, the album bangs, but the misogynistic undertones were basically unavoidable if you look at the album in terms of being written by a teenage boy in the early 2000s who got cheated on. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but the devil himself doesn’t write lyrics like a teen boy cheated on—go figure. im not saying all the songs have misogynistic undertones but I will say there are a couple that are WAY in ur face (looking at you, I write sins)
anyway, that’s basically it, ok byeeeeee!!!
p.s: i was debating mentioning this because I feel like im beating a dead horse, but in light of Brendon Urie’s recent actions (as well as past controversial actions), I don’t support him and feel extremely bad about the people who his actions have hurt—but I don’t think that means much from a person who never really liked him in the first place. again, while I was a BIG fan of AFYCSO, I never really got into Panic! at the Disco (I only listened to Pretty. Odd. recently this month and before that I only really knew the big radio hits). im not gonna pretend like I know everything about what happened with Panic! at the Disco in recent years and truly? I don’t Care to find out—panic! has been disbanded, and while I look at AFYSCO fondly with nostalgia, I don’t feel much about the band itself
p.p.s: AFYCSO almost killed me once because when I had a kidney infection (although I didn’t know it at the time) I had an INSANELY HIGH fever. I thought to myself “haha this is a fever I can’t sweat out!! like the album!!” and then promptly passed out—I wasted my last coherent thought on some stupid P!TAD joke instead of. asking for medical attention. anyway I ended up in the emergency room so I didn’t die but it was a near thing
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I’m scared to see Barbie with my partner.
I’m scared because she experienced girlhood and I did not. No—I ran from it, my father’s wrong ideas and conflicting words clanking against each other in my pockets like loose change—I hate the way pennies make my hands smell. Like iron, like blood.
He told me I could be anything, but Barbie could not. He told me I was different—that I was extraordinary.
And then he fed this lie to three more daughters, and they obliged him, like cattle at the trough.
I grew up thinking I was Barbie, but better. I called her tacky—I thought the girls who played with her and loved her and wanted to be her were brainless and cheap—I would stick to my Legos, and action figures, and video games. I would beg my mother for Beyblades so I might battle the boys in the morning before getting on the bus. I would relentlessly commit myself to softball and soccer and being the best in P.E. (though I never came close).
And then one day, they all wanted Barbie. And I wasn’t her. I had never been her before, and I couldn’t understand it—what changed? What they had valued before—boys, my father, my mother—became something else entirely.
And I wasn’t it.
Suddenly, on top of all these other things, I also had to be girly. I also had to be pretty. I had to know how to wash my face and curl my hair and how to stop being a friend and start being a game. I learned there was nothing wrong with Barbie—in fact, Barbie was the goal, because she could do all the things I had done and still be a girl.
But I could not.
I changed, slowly and quietly, but never enough. And I’ll never know if I changed because I wanted to, or because I had to. I’ll never know if I adapted to their rules, or if I wrote my own after I lost to theirs. I’ll never know if I was the creator, and therefore, I never will be.
Whatever childhood it was I experienced could not be shown back to me in a theater—I had Barbies, but I was never proud of them. I never loved them. I opened them excitedly on Christmas, and profusely thanked the adults, but I knew what my father thought of this, and I could not rightfully enjoy this gift of girlhood if I wanted him to love in me.
And now he asks me why he sees himself when he looks at me, why he sees masculinity where there should be femininity, and I don’t have the heart to tell him all I ever wanted was to please him—that this macaroni-art gender I wasted all my time on was so that I would be more relateable to him, more likable.
Lovable.
So as I don my pink and curl my hair and paint my face pretty and sit in a theater, watching the ghost of what could have been join hands with the person who is, I will feel, in that moment, woman, and afterwards, carry out the sleeping little boy who finally got to embrace a doll—a doll who was not just girl, and not just woman, but everything.
The next day, I will buy myself two—one for both of us.
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