Hasn't Learned Since The Heian Era

AU academic. You have a date with Geto :)

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OH MYYY DAYSSSS. YOUR ART IS AMAZINGGG??? IVE BEEN STARING A TTHE SAME GOJO DRAWING FOR ALMOST 5 MINUTES NOWWW. KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND I LOVE YOUUU🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you very much, your message motivates me to continue drawing. You are very kind thank you.

xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

neuvillette in a night gown

Olvidé subir estos curis, voy a hacer más porque son muy divertidos

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

This drawing was for his birthday, although it's too late I'll upload it anyway

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Neuville seems like the guy to pass out at the sight of ankles😂but he’s a true gentlemen

࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : HOIHIHD O NDFKJDN FKJGBREOIGHROIG HROEIN I he !! screaming the idea of this!!

"That's a new piece."

The comment is so nonchalant that you barely glance up from the tray where you're making two cups of tea. Neuvillette is seated behind his desk, idly thumbing through another case file, the early morning sun streaming through one of the glass windows, painting him in a soft golden hue.

You tilt your head at him. "Hm?"

"The dress you're wearing," he continues, finally tearing his eyes away from the paper he was reading to fix you with a steady gaze, though it's easy to note that he doesn't look much further than your shoulders. "It's new..." he trails off, clearing his throat. "And it's... short..."

His words slowly trickle into your mind before a grin curls at the corners of your lips, one you quickly hide as you finish up his cup of tea, sauntering over before setting it on his desk. His eyes hone in on the fragile ceramic cup.

"Do you like it?" you ask quietly, perching yourself on the edge of his desk where there was some open space. The hem of the dress rides up a little, stopping mid thigh — and of course you're not wearing anything underneath it. Nothing besides a pair of flimsy little lace panties. The more you shift the redder his face becomes until you're sure he's a pyro wielder.

"Yes, yes, the fabric is quite nice," he rumbles over the rim of his teacup, looking anywhere but your bare legs. This game was always fun, teasing him, testing his self control, watching in amusement as you broke down the stoic leader everyone else saw. "The detailing compliments your skin, though I -"

"Do you wanna see what's underneath?"

Neuvillette looks positively paler than a ghost, blinking once, twice, a shaky hand lowering the teacup from his mouth. While his expression might have remained neutral his eyes gave him away, just like they always did. They're cloudy, a storm brewing behind his irises. He gives you a look of warning, one that told you that you were threading a very thin line and his patience was running low. But one that also held yearning and a strong sense of want — he needs you, he oh so desperately wants you.

Neuvillette pushes back his chair and rises to his full height, reminding you how small you truly were in comparison to his height before the corner of his mouth twitches. He enjoys this back and forth between you two, but he enjoyed putting you back in your place even more.

"Bend over my desk," his voice rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest, heady, his words smoky. "I won't be asking you twice."

Please tell Yuta not to die 😭

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