slash-aaa

[slash-aaa]

THIS IS NOW AN ARCHIVE! if you still want to follow me, find my @slashaer.

[slash-aaa]

THIS IS NOW AN ARCHIVE! if you still want to follow me, find my @slashaer.

[slash-aaa]

i might have to archive again soon bc none of my notifications work here and it's getting on my nerves. but stay tuned i'll let y'all know <3

[slash-aaa]

i know i haven't been here, but i'm adding some muses for when i come back - d.aniel m.olloy, l.ouis de p.ointe de l.ac, and s.antiago from i.wtv.

[slash-aaa]

hallowen multi is @hllwseve and is a sideblog to here <3

[slash-aaa]

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO CHANGE, I WILL ALWAYS BE A BAD DOG . . . INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE & PRIVATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, AGENT PARKER NASH, OF THE FBI. WRITTEN & CREATED BY ASH / THEY THEM / 25+. READ RULES & ABOUT BEFORE FOLLOWING AND INTERACTING. TRIGGERS INCLUDE, BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO: HOMICIDE, SERIAL MURDER, BLOOD, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, ADDICTION, CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE, AND SUGGESTIVE THEMES. EVERYTHING WILL BE TAGGED ACCORDINGLY, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK..

[slash-aaa]

like this if i can follow you on parker's blog.

[slash-aaa]

i know i shouldn't, but i wanna give parker his own blog so bad 😔🙂‍↔️

[slash-aaa]

Kyle Gallner as Joel in Smile (2022)

[slash-aaa]

𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 . . . !!

[slash-aaa]

despite this whole scenario being literally impossible and absolutely insane, parker wasn't thinking about the supposed creature of death that was following him around. he was thinking about tracking down the closest bar and staying there until he couldn't sit up by himself on the barstool, anymore. he wanted to drink himself stupid and forget something this outrageous was happening to him. head tilts up toward the ceiling, eyes squeezing shut as parker tries to take a deep breath, tries to sate the rage ( and uncertainty, and fear ) that rise into his throat. 'well, shit - where th'fuck do i start, y'know?' setting aside the sarcasm, parker knows where it began. he just doesn't want to talk about it with her. not here, at least. when parker looks at lily again, he's a bit more calm - maybe he's accepted his fate. maybe he's just shoving it down. 'buy me a drink and i'll tell you all about it,'

Lily pursed her lips as she lets Parker pace around, feel the anger from everything, do what he needs to do to get his head into this. A blue gaze waits until he's finally stood before her again to even talk. "You can start by telling me what the hell led up to this." It wasn't entirely often, Lily found, that a reaper attached themselves to somebody. Usually, there's a big lead up to it, sometimes it's intentional, other times it's not. Either way, she needs to know the story from start to finish before she can even try to unfuck what was happening to him and to those around him. "There's gotta be some starting point to this, so try to remember: Is there anything that sticks out to you? Could be a death, weird symbols, something, anything that all of this seemed to follow."

[slash-aaa]

parker was aware he should be focusing on the world around him, the stakeout that he had reluctantly agreed to. but damn it if he couldn't stop thinking about the flask sloppily tucked inside of the glovebox. if the compartment was opened quick enough, the container would fall out, contents sloshing around inside until it fell to the carpeted floor of the car with a humble thud. there's something about being on a dark road ( almost ) alone in his car that made parker's nearly constant desire for a drink heighten tenfold. but almost alone and alone were two different things, and having kira in the passenger seat forced him into a deeper sobriety than he'd been in in a decade ( he should have downed a shot or two on his way out of work ).

'noted. next time i hear your teeth chattering, i'll just let you suffer,' parker's tone holds no frustration or venom, only dry sarcasm which often drips freely from his tongue. it wasn't something he would normally do, anyway, but kira did look cold, and parker - with his lowering blood alcohol levels - was beginning to sweat in his long sleeved plaid shirt. getting the coat off of his arms and torso was more for him than it was for her, but he urged her to give it back, if she really wanted. instead, kira seemed to wrap it a bit closer to herself ( that's what i thought, parker thinks to himself, eyes flashing to the glovebox again before settling once more through the windshield ).

when kira starts looking behind her, parker's gaze moves to watch her from the corner of his eyes, brows furrowing slightly as he watches her look at... something. there wasn't anything in the back seat - no one had snuck in behind them - but her eyes seemed focused on that nothing, regardless. 'you just decide that, or you wanna let me on what the hell you're talking about?' parker turns to face kira now. in spite of his impulsiveness on the field and in his personal life, he was still a mildly logical person - they couldn't act on a hunch. 'why do you think it's the creek?'

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders - parker @ kira. ✉️ meme prompts: accepting ! ⋆.˚

          She's more tired than usual, which is really saying something, considering she normally doesn't sleep much... She's been waiting for the victim's spirit to appear for a while now, the stakeout taking a toll on her as she feels her energy sapped. They aren't sure yet if the victim has been murdered (as she's a missing person), but she's been sent to the scene of the crime just in case. Poor Parker had to tag along.

          Kira's eyelids are heavy, and the world around her is blurred and muffled. She's shivering, the chill in the air only making things even worse for her. She blinks when she feels the warm weight of something covering her shoulders and frowns as she looks towards Parker.     ❛❛   ... I didn't ask you to do that.   ❜❜     She murmurs, but she makes no move to dislodge the jacket. Instead, she averts her eyes and wraps her arms around herself, and finds Parker's coat an odd comfort.

          ❛❛   That means he likes you.   ❜❜    A spirit suddenly whispers in Kira's ear, making her frown deepen. Kira glances at the ghost, taking in the apparition's bloody appearance. Kira notes the stain of crimson on her nightgown and determines the entry wound is likely from a sharp object.

          ❛❛   She was stabbed to death.   ❜❜     Kira murmurs, glancing at Parker, before returning her attention to the spirit.     ❛❛   In the abdomen.   ❜❜     They hadn't found a body yet- as this had just been a missing person's case. Kira is dismayed to see the spirit and lets her gaze linger on her for a moment. Kira takes in the water soaking the dead woman's gown, and hums in thought.     ❛❛   She was most likely dumped in a body of water, I suggest we check the creek nearby.   ❜❜     @slashaer

[slash-aaa]

tumblr telling me i have 10 drafts when i really have like 25 is a dirty trick.

[slash-aaa]

STEVEN STRAIT as Warren Peace in Sky High (2005)

[slash-aaa]

RANDOM MUSE 127 / 148 - FELIX YORK.

his reluctance ( more his frustration, his anger ) toward the fbi came from many, many years of trying to discover the truth on his own. even after felix had been forced out his position, he'd been working on his family's case, the one that had gone cold before anyone had decided to look closer at the photographs of his dead wife and child. felix can't be blamed for his hatred of the fbi, not when they had just stood there, looked at him with pity, but not helping in the obvious ways they should. so excuse felix if he was staring at clarice with vexation. she wasn't necessarily the one he should take his anger out on, but she was the only one in the room. she represented the organization, in this moment. her badge proved that. 'are you asking for my help?' felix could laugh. he doesn't ( he can't remember how to ), but he feels something similar bubble up in his throat. 'you know where you people were when i needed help? sitting on your asses, turning the other cheek so you didn't have to lift a finger,' felix runs a hand through thick curls. 'besides, i'm not a detective, anymore - got that taken away from me, too. you should've done your research better,' @roseguided / clarice.