JANE

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘺𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘴."

[gumilac]

"we're like the FBI, only more conveniently located."

🖇 : 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄

special agent aki ┊ 20s ┊ female

⎙ 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 –▪︎– 𓍝 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖

📰 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒

permanent megumi brainrot

fushiguro megumi case study

¤ ▪︎ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃-𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀

touchdown to you — miya atsumu x gn! reader

top or bottom? — victor vale x gn! reader

[gumilac]

pairings. victor vale x gn! reader

genre. fluff/crack

aki’s notes. i saw someone do this with a megumi fic, so i thought it’d be funny 😝 (i gasped) also, victor vale self-insert in this economy—who's down? 🙋🏻‍♀️

VICTOR vale was not a fucking romantic.

you propped your head up on your hand, fork in the other twirling the pasta. an infuriating grin plastered itself across your features as a thought entered your head. he frowned at the sight.

“top or bottom?” you asked.

victor didn’t blink, used to such inquiries. despite the deep-set scowl on his face, he answered like he was bored out of his skull. “you being six feet under the ground.”

“aww,” you cooed, matching his disinterest with sarcasm. “how sweet. would you dig me out?”

he raised a brow and pushed the vegetables around on his tray. victor thought he would like a sharpie and a thick, bound self-help book from his folks right now. perhaps by blacking out the words, it'd get through your head if you saw it instead. you were a visual learner. but alas, he settled for another daily verbal spar over your incessant questions at lockland's international dining suite.

“why would i dig you out”—he paused, stabbing a broccoli for emphasis—“if i put you there in the first place?”

you shrugged. “for kicks.”

for kicks.

for fucking kicks.

was this honestly the level of intellectual debate he found himself in at lockland university?

“would you still like me if i were a rock?”

indeed it was.

“no,” he deadpanned as he turned to stand from the dining hall table. “that’s a stupid question.”

“you're no fun.” following his lead, you got up as well. victor watched you from his peripheral, where he hid a twisted smile that often appeared before he lied. “i wasn’t trying to be.”

thunder cracked across the sky as rain battered his back. victor didn’t like inconveniences such as this—being soaked through his black coat. it had been two weeks since the incident. two weeks since he had gained the ability to manipulate pain within himself and others. and a week since he had escaped from prison. he had desperately wanted what eli had—being an extraordinary—not knowing then what the cost would be.

now he stood in the middle of a field, headstones littering every empty space, his heels dug into the muck that enveloped his shoes. victor usually moved with reason. standing here, rereading the name on the stone, was not one of them.

victor knew there had been a funeral. eli fucking attended the damn thing, as if he weren’t responsible for the events of the last week and the week before that. if it weren’t for the topic of his senior thesis, then maybe—perhaps—there would have been a chance you wouldn't have become a part of this.

the graveyard was too open. too vulnerable for another potential arrest. but he couldn’t bring himself to drag himself away from your engraved tombstone.

your name, date of birth, and date of death.

victor hadn't attended. couldn't. not when the entirety of lockland and the merit city police had been searching for him thanks to his friend.

he kneeled in the mud, delicately placing a single white rose atop your tomb. he supposed the only silver lining to his power was that he could suppress everything he felt within himself.

even heartache.

but right now, it didn’t sit right with him. victor needed to feel this.

he reread the stone over and over—a tick that would eventually become a habit, even as he walked away from this place, whenever he’d close his eyes. victor stood once more and quietly finished the conversation he'd had with you a month ago.

back before he killed you.

“damn you...” the corner of his lip twitched upward into a sordid smile, the same moment he felt the twisted twinge in his heart. “you have some way of pestering people even in your fucking grave.”

the air thrummed beneath his fingertips as he walked away. this had always been between eli and victor. you had just been collateral—someone who happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person.

but now...

now, victor could finally keep it between them.

he turned the dial down, numbing every feeling, and swore the only time he would ever let himself feel his heart again would be when he killed eliot cardale.

he didn't believe in love...

but victor vale was not heartless.

[gumilac]

pairings. victor vale x gn! reader

genre. fluff/crack

aki’s notes. i saw someone do this with a megumi fic, so i thought it’d be funny 😝 (i gasped) also, victor vale self-insert in this economy—who's down? 🙋🏻‍♀️

VICTOR vale was not a fucking romantic.

you propped your head up on your hand, fork in the other twirling the pasta. an infuriating grin plastered itself across your features as a thought entered your head. he frowned at the sight.

“top or bottom?” you asked.

victor didn’t blink, used to such inquiries. despite the deep-set scowl on his face, he answered like he was bored out of his skull. “you being six feet under the ground.”

“aww,” you cooed, matching his disinterest with sarcasm. “how sweet. would you dig me out?”

he raised a brow and pushed the vegetables around on his tray. victor thought he would like a sharpie and a thick, bound self-help book from his folks right now. perhaps by blacking out the words, it'd get through your head if you saw it instead. you were a visual learner. but alas, he settled for another daily verbal spar over your incessant questions at lockland's international dining suite.

“why would i dig you out”—he paused, stabbing a broccoli for emphasis—“if i put you there in the first place?”

you shrugged. “for kicks.”

for kicks.

for fucking kicks.

was this honestly the level of intellectual debate he found himself in at lockland university?

“would you still like me if i were a rock?”

indeed it was.

“no,” he deadpanned as he turned to stand from the dining hall table. “that’s a stupid question.”

“you're no fun.” following his lead, you got up as well. victor watched you from his peripheral, where he hid a twisted smile that often appeared before he lied. “i wasn’t trying to be.”

thunder cracked across the sky as rain battered his back. victor didn’t like inconveniences such as this—being soaked through his black coat. it had been two weeks since the incident. two weeks since he had gained the ability to manipulate pain within himself and others. and a week since he had escaped from prison. he had desperately wanted what eli had—being an extraordinary—not knowing then what the cost would be.

now he stood in the middle of a field, headstones littering every empty space, his heels dug into the muck that enveloped his shoes. victor usually moved with reason. standing here, rereading the name on the stone, was not one of them.

victor knew there had been a funeral. eli fucking attended the damn thing, as if he weren’t responsible for the events of the last week and the week before that. if it weren’t for the topic of his senior thesis, then maybe—perhaps—there would have been a chance you wouldn't have become a part of this.

the graveyard was too open. too vulnerable for another potential arrest. but he couldn’t bring himself to drag himself away from your engraved tombstone.

your name, date of birth, and date of death.

victor hadn't attended. couldn't. not when the entirety of lockland and the merit city police had been searching for him thanks to his friend.

he kneeled in the mud, delicately placing a single white rose atop your tomb. he supposed the only silver lining to his power was that he could suppress everything he felt within himself.

even heartache.

but right now, it didn’t sit right with him. victor needed to feel this.

he reread the stone over and over—a tick that would eventually become a habit, even as he walked away from this place, whenever he’d close his eyes. victor stood once more and quietly finished the conversation he'd had with you a month ago.

back before he killed you.

“damn you...” the corner of his lip twitched upward into a sordid smile, the same moment he felt the twisted twinge in his heart. “you have some way of pestering people even in your fucking grave.”

the air thrummed beneath his fingertips as he walked away. this had always been between eli and victor. you had just been collateral—someone who happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person.

but now...

now, victor could finally keep it between them.

he turned the dial down, numbing every feeling, and swore the only time he would ever let himself feel his heart again would be when he killed eliot cardale.

he didn't believe in love...

but victor vale was not heartless.

[gumilac]

pairings. victor vale x gn! reader

genre. fluff/crack

aki’s notes. i saw someone do this with a megumi fic, so i thought it’d be funny 😝 (i gasped) also, victor vale self-insert in this economy—who's down? 🙋🏻‍♀️

VICTOR vale was not a fucking romantic.

you propped your head up on your hand, fork in the other twirling the pasta. an infuriating grin plastered itself across your features as a thought entered your head. he frowned at the sight.

“top or bottom?” you asked.

victor didn’t blink, used to such inquiries. despite the deep-set scowl on his face, he answered like he was bored out of his skull. “you being six feet under the ground.”

“aww,” you cooed, matching his disinterest with sarcasm. “how sweet. would you dig me out?”

he raised a brow and pushed the vegetables around on his tray. victor thought he would like a sharpie and a thick, bound self-help book from his folks right now. perhaps by blacking out the words, it'd get through your head if you saw it instead. you were a visual learner. but alas, he settled for another daily verbal spar over your incessant questions at lockland's international dining suite.

“why would i dig you out”—he paused, stabbing a broccoli for emphasis—“if i put you there in the first place?”

you shrugged. “for kicks.”

for kicks.

for fucking kicks.

was this honestly the level of intellectual debate he found himself in at lockland university?

“would you still like me if i were a rock?”

indeed it was.

“no,” he deadpanned as he turned to stand from the dining hall table. “that’s a stupid question.”

“you're no fun.” following his lead, you got up as well. victor watched you from his peripheral, where he hid a twisted smile that often appeared before he lied. “i wasn’t trying to be.”

thunder cracked across the sky as rain battered his back. victor didn’t like inconveniences such as this—being soaked through his black coat. it had been two weeks since the incident. two weeks since he had gained the ability to manipulate pain within himself and others. and a week since he had escaped from prison. he had desperately wanted what eli had—being an extraordinary—not knowing then what the cost would be.

now he stood in the middle of a field, headstones littering every empty space, his heels dug into the muck that enveloped his shoes. victor usually moved with reason. standing here, rereading the name on the stone, was not one of them.

victor knew there had been a funeral. eli fucking attended the damn thing, as if he weren’t responsible for the events of the last week and the week before that. if it weren’t for the topic of his senior thesis, then maybe—perhaps—there would have been a chance you wouldn't have become a part of this.

the graveyard was too open. too vulnerable for another potential arrest. but he couldn’t bring himself to drag himself away from your engraved tombstone.

your name, date of birth, and date of death.

victor hadn't attended. couldn't. not when the entirety of lockland and the merit city police had been searching for him thanks to his friend.

he kneeled in the mud, delicately placing a single white rose atop your tomb. he supposed the only silver lining to his power was that he could suppress everything he felt within himself.

even heartache.

but right now, it didn’t sit right with him. victor needed to feel this.

he reread the stone over and over—a tick that would eventually become a habit, even as he walked away from this place, whenever he’d close his eyes. victor stood once more and quietly finished the conversation he'd had with you a month ago.

back before he killed you.

“damn you...” the corner of his lip twitched upward into a sordid smile, the same moment he felt the twisted twinge in his heart. “you have some way of pestering people even in your fucking grave.”

the air thrummed beneath his fingertips as he walked away. this had always been between eli and victor. you had just been collateral—someone who happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person.

but now...

now, victor could finally keep it between them.

he turned the dial down, numbing every feeling, and swore the only time he would ever let himself feel his heart again would be when he killed eliot cardale.

he didn't believe in love...

but victor vale was not heartless.

[gumilac]

AKI THE NEW THEME HELLOOO??? IM STARING

THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR LOOKING, THANK YOU FOR STARING

[gumilac]

i've started drafting a lil something about my megumi case study and.............. YA'LL I FEEL SO SAD. I'M TOO CLOSE TO THIS (but at the same time that's a good thing because i care to get it right) BUT, it's so sad—i'm so sad 😭☹️ i'm holding megumi very gently

[gumilac]

megumi

[gumilac]

new theme !!! anyone fw the mentalist? ✋🏻😔

[gumilac]

"she does the detecting and i do the insulting."

𓍝 -▪︎- 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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"consulting." "that too."

[gumilac]

and if i write an essay analyzing fushiguro megumi's character with human psychology theories, what then?

[semapathy]

favs

[gumilac]

gonna change my theme

[gumilac]

i was reading a megumi fic at 2am and then i saw it had a part 2 but it was 4.3k words so i said i'll read it in the morning... MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS FORGOT THE BLOG AND THE TITLE NOW I CAN'T FIND IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THE POST 😭💔

[feppydoodles]

he might not be the nicest intern but at least he knows a lot about dinosaurs 🦖

[gumilac]

megumi fushiguro otw home — ya'll this style is way too fun

[gumilac]

you can always count on me to draw megumi's hair, perfectly, on the first try ✋🏻😌 that's my husband, of course i know him so well—we have a connection 🤞🏻

[gumilac]

megumi fushiguro otw home — ya'll this style is way too fun