gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]

in holy matriphony ch1. he said yes!! congrats!!

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader

ᰔ genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity; btw gojo in this fic is in his early 30s n reader is in her late 20s

ᰔ warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!

ᰔ chapter. 1/x (probably 10)

ᰔ words. 7.8k

a/n. hellooo omg welcome to this debut chapter!! tysm to everyone who wanted to be on taglist for this!! i was gagged at the amount of people!! yall are amazing omg n thanks for supporting my works :''') hope you enjoy this chapter and i will see all you lovelies at the bottom <33

nav. ch1 :: ch2 (pending)

Love thy neighbor.

Cherish thy neighbor.

Tolerate thy neighbor.

Peacefully coexist with thy neighbor. 

Fuck thy neighbor? No, wait, not that one.

It’s murder thy neighbor. That was the phrase you were looking for.

Murder thy neighbor so gruesomely that you’d leave no trace behind. Murder him and bury him somewhere no one could ever find him, so that even in millions of years from now when some other highly advanced mammalian species overtakes the planet and embarks on journeys to acquire fossils, thy neighbor will still never grace the atmospheric oxygen of the earth ever again. It’s the punishment he’d deserve for thoroughly pissing you off at the worst times possible and in the worst ways possible. The smallest of prices to pay.

“SATORU!!!” you yell, storming up the sudsy driveway of your next-door neighbor’s house at eight in the morning, clad in your dirty scrubs from the hell of a night shift you just endured working at the hospital, glass containers inside the lunchbox you were holding hitting painfully against the poor joint in your knee but you just don’t care. Anger is all you can see right now.

Your neighbor (derogatory) stands there in his pajamas with a spray nozzle in his hands, passively spraying water across the top surface of his car, and when he sees you, he pulls his left airpod out of his ear and looks you up and down once. You’re pretty sure there’s steam coming out of your ears. “Uh, do you mind? I’m trying to wash my car.”

capacity [series masterlist]

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

Satoru Gojo was a lot of things, but he would never be yours. Sleeping with him in his bed as a child didn’t grant you that kind of closeness anymore. Within these halls, you walk past each other like strangers.

or,

a loose normal people au where you and satoru navigate the complexities of youth, jujutsu sorcery, and falling in love.

ੈ✩ cw/tags: smut (18+, minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), codependency, unhealthy relationships, love triangles, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, lots of angst, violence, drug and alcohol usage

ੈ✩ wc: 50k+

ੈ✩ status: ongoing (updated 4/18/2024)

playlist ✸ read on ao3 ✸ jujutsu kaisen masterlist

Rigor Mortis (Masterlist)

Rigor Mortis; or, how to live your life after a half-decade of decay. 

Relationships end. People die. You move on, and Miguel does too. 

(roommate! Miguel O'Hara x reader, college-ish au). 

(AO3) (Main Masterlist) (Wattpad)

Warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits, mentions of depression, child death (not explicit), grief. 18+ Minors DNI (+ ageless blogs will be blocked)

Series' playlists:

this is what i listen to whilst I write

this is the kind of playlist I imagine RM!Miguel listens to

(i am very open to suggestions/additions :D)

00 rigor mortis,

01 or in the cold, crisp morn:

02 lady death, at the cradle of a babe.

03 they were here, she says,

04 lips blue and black and gold (18+)

05 and they were good. (18+)

06 in your half-hearted hubris, (18+)

07 all-consuming grief, (18+)

08 you had forgotten; they were good.

09 all that light lost in gaps (18+)

10 between your bodies; (18+)

11 cracks in clay, poured over,

12 tbd

13 tbd

14 tbd

15 tbd

16 tbd

17 tbd

18 tbd

19 tbd

20 tbd

Join my taglists here <3

Bonus chapters:

RM! Miguel headcanons (SFW) (NSFT)

A week of firsts (set between 06 and 07)

Bonus Miguel POV chapter

Quickie

massive thank you to my beta readers, who put up with all my stupid questions, helped me with translations, and gave wonderful feedback on where I could improve.

Thank you @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys!

Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

─── Sanctuary // B. Katsuki

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader — Word count: 30k

Content warnings: coworkers -> lovers, eventual smut, all chapters will have their own warnings, commissioned series

Summary: Surely there can be no consequences falling in love with your explosive boss, right? A series following the trials and tribulations of falling in love (deeper, deeper, deeper) with The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (but with you, it’s Katsuki, always Katsuki).

Chapter one: In the early morning, my yearning soul laid bare

Chapter two: No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her

Chapter three: I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Chapter four: You’re my sanctuary

───

Bonus chapter: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom

as well as the three laws of fandom:

Don't Like, Don't Read (DL;DR), Your Kink is not My Kink And That's OK (YKINMKATO) and Ship and Let Ship

“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆

gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch.9 words you've been wanting to hear

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot, marijuana use, sexism, sexual harassment (verbal only)

ᰔ chapter. 9/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 15.6k (WHY DO THEY KEEP GETTING LONGER)

a/n. HELLO MY DEAR KICKOFF READERS IVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH i am soooo sorry for the wait on this one. this chapter felt very vulnerable to write for some reason lmfao, but i really hope it was worth the wait :''') see you at the bottom!! if there are typos or some things don't make sense i'm so sorry i literally gave up on proofreading this i just ended up raw-doggin it and then posting it

nav. ch1 :: ch2 :: ch3 :: ch4 :: ch5 :: ch6 :: ch7 :: ch8 :: ch9 :: ch10 (pending)

♬.*ﾟplaylist

legitimately so scary that i just made a doctors appointment for 2025. you mean the far distant sci fi future 2025? you mean the pacific rim 2025? you mean i have to go to the doctor while giant robots are fighting the fucking kaiju? fuck all the way offfffffff

does anyone wanna be on taglist for this choso x reader fic? 🧚‍♀️✨

HI BABES i’m starting a new choso fic series :””) here’s a bit of info about it:

ᰔ title. in another life

ᰔ pairing. rock band au - punk rock!choso x fem!reader ft. fiancé!nanami

ᰔ genres. smut, fluff, angst, second chance romance, time skips, love triangle, bad boy choso, slight age gap (five yrs), longterm pining, messy decisions, jealousy, etc.

ᰔ summary. you and choso were lovers in college when him and his rock band were just nobodies with nothing but a dream, but when his band strikes a deal with an up-and-coming record label in tokyo, you make the tough decision to break up with him since you couldn’t go with him to the city. flash forward seven years, his band is the biggest rock band in the world, n you move from the countryside to tokyo with your fiancé nanami to start your new life together. but in the heart of the city, home to many, there’s one person there that still has the power to turn your whole life upside down. and when you run into him again after all those years, feelings you didn’t know were still haunting you come crashing back all at once, and you’re not sure what it is you want from your life anymore.

inspired by a lot of things lol but mostly the anime nana, the movie past lives, the book before we were strangers, and the song about you by the 1975 (aka angst galore)

here is a little teaser:

lol i literally couldn’t choose which part to tease but i feel like this part kinda fits the vibe

the first chapter is already done! it’s 11k words and will be posted tomorrow apr 4th @ 12pm PST :)) very exciteeeddd for it hehe

but anyway, if you’d like to be on taglist for it, please leave a comment under this post!!

thank u to anyone who supports the fic 🥺💕

If you see a Skyrim au or Skyrim au drabbles NO YOU FUCKING DONT

Because imagine being a mercenary/hand/ thief for hire and the dragonborne chosen one hires you to join him on his long and lengthy quest.

Of course it's Bakugou, he's brash and rough and never wants to stealth through dungeons and bandit hideouts, even though that's your specialty. At first its tough, you think you should quit that the two of you are oil and water but when he charges in he gives you good cover to sneak into a good perch to pick off enemies from whether it be with a dagger to their throat or an arrow through the eye it doesn't matter you can kill them silently.

And the few times he does listen, tries it your way to crouch his hulking form and shroud himself in shadows and a hood over his bright ash blonde braids, he's very good at choking someone out.

But he gets so SO annoyed that you sneak around so often, not just in dungeons but in towns. He loses you often and when you sneak up on him it makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up when you giggle behind him.

"Worse than a fuckin cat." He'd growl and you giggle more. He doesn't realize how much coin you've just stolen, how many pockets you've riffled through and how many locks you've picked. You place the prettiest apple in his hand and the heaviest mead in his hands and he wonders where you've gotten it from.

Eventually he stops questioning when you steal a key to an inn, the room cozy and names forged on the ledger that the two of you paid in full, when that's far from the truth.

But he does hate how long it takes you to clear through a space. Constantly looting the bodies for any valuables, rooting through abandoned cupboards and chests, stealing any potion you see no matter its effects and eating random ingredients just to find out what the alchemy of it is. The dead aren't safe either, tombs take hours and hours as you go through every urn and pocket for that golden coin.

"Ya seek it the way one seeks food." But you give him a cat smile and he just rolls his eyes at you.

"Look a standing stone, Katsuki let's see what it is."

"You believe in these and the deities?" He snorts as if you were a child telling fairytale

"I didn't hear you complaining when we asked for blessings from Arkay and our vitality improved." You slink closer to the ground, quieter than ever while he snarls his lip at your foolishness.

Still he follows you closely, practically a shrouding shadow as he hunches over your body. More shield than anything now ever since the last time the two of you approached a stone less cautiously and you took a direct ice attack.

Naturally he was resistant to both frost and magicka in of itself and that's why he hovers over you now, or so he tells himself that's the sole reason.

He watches you work, your eyes made for the night and ears perked, half khajiit and half human, most likely a bastard child.

Once you give the signal that the coast is clear he straightens back to his full height and you stay crouched out of habit before he gently yanks you to your feet.

"Bad for yer back." And of course you're rolling your eyes, reading over the stones promised effect if you devote yourself to it.

And you annoy him with the books, scrolls and personal letters you insist on stealing or reading. Finding out more gossip than the tavern's keeper, giggling over their strife as you read them outloud to Katsuki in the dead of night like a bedtime story.

He hisses, thinks to lift your cot or bed to toss you out but tonight the inn only had a room available with one bed. Nights like these are difficult for him, he's hot and your cool skin does little to quell the growing inferno in his stomach. If anything it soothes him and comfort isn't a luxury Katsuki can afford.

He looks over his shoulder when you grow silent as he lies next to you, watches you toss your dagger up and down in your hands as you read a personal journal of some high ranking official in this town. Eyes growing wide when you read something partially juicy as you stab your dagger into the wooden bed frame.

"Katsuki!" The ropes jostle the two of you, straw falling through making Bakugou hiss, he just pulled the strings tight moments ago. Now he will have to do it again.

"What?!" A growl, narrowing his garnet eyes in a glare

"The young Jarl poisoned his uncle!" You pat his bare broad shoulder as the furs fall away from you both. You look at him expectedly and when he doesn't respond your face sours.

"So?" He grunts, he thinks he can feel the floor boards on his other shoulder, forcing him to stand. Mindful of your tail that flicks in agitation before his broad hands grab at the aging rope at the bed frame and pulls until it creaks in protest and your relaxed body bounces from the force.

"Sooooo we can black mail him. The uncle was beloved, he is ill and Thane now but most of the village likes him."

"No." It's quick and immediate as he ties off the rope with strong fingers trying not to fray it further. He's more than happy you've forged your names on the ledger now, they obviously didn't believe in upkeep.

"Katsuki!" You whine, letting your head fall back into the cold stone, the fire in the room crackles, demanding more wood that Katsuki feeds despite the sweat on his brow. Dark eyes flickering to his furred cape that's somehow found it's way around your shoulders.

"We could get land from this! A home! I know you like this frigid place better than Whiterun. Think of the cottage to hold your things! Think of it! Your own bed that's wound as tight as you!" You sigh dreamily, you were a hoarder in his eyes, he think you'd pick up every damn thing if you couldn't get cumbered.

Hell he knows it to be true, you make him carry some of your useless items, whining or hissing, or literally clawing his skin. Or worse yet, stuffing it in his pockets and he doesn't realize it. Hates when you do that the most. He's seen how you've placed poison needles in pockets of those who speak ill of you or Katsuki, how word will somehow beat the two of you to the next town that they died a slow and painful death.

"Or a wife." You give him that playful look, smirk on your pretty lips and he knows you don't mean yourself, "First Dragonborne in centuries surely needs an heir."

Sometimes....sometimes he wishes....

"Not happening." It can't, he doesn't have an end goal that has a family in the picture, let alone a place to call his own where he can rest his head, "Sides I don't need a house cause I don't carry half of fuckin Skyrim in my pockets. Unlike some people who cannot keep their claws to themselves."

You glare at him for a long long time before your pout finally comes.

"I still say we should blackmail him."

Little does he know that that little bit of information will come in handy later.

"I don't need a damn potion." Katsuki growls, sitting on a large stone that juts from the earth but the base of a mountain, "It'll heal on its own just fine.

You look down at the wound on his chest, he was never one for heavy armor as it restricted his movements too much, hell his armor was lighter than yours and the most he had were gauntlets so he could block an attack he couldn't dodge or counter right away. Red stains his abdomen and begins to soak into the waist of his pants, his breath shallow and short and you fear you see something you shouldn't. Panic tries to seize your throat but you swallow thickly, panic will only make Katsuki more stubborn.

"Katsuki please, you'd actually be doing me a favor." You force a glare at the man, Dragonborn alright, especially since he was as stubborn as any dragon.

Rooting around in your back pack for that potion of vigorous healing you'd stolen from a shop or noble, you cannot remember which now. Glass, jewelry, and weapons clink as your fingers make show of how cramped your pack was.

"Potions can slosh if I move too quickly, my sneaking is good but this one is just too big." Finally pulling out a large red bottle, the glass body similar to that of ale or wine with a dark cork keeping its contents safely inside.

"No." He wheezes, bringing his large palm to his wound, a small glowing effect but his mana is too low. He'd always been stubborn this way, never one to take a potion mid fight or after because he needed to "build them up." He was well rounded in terms of his constitution, magicka, and stamina, he needed to be. Between his shouts, explosive hands, and one handed weapons he needed to be well rounded enough to rely on his skills in fighting.

Meanwhile your health far exceeded your stamina and tripled in size compared to your Magicka, you didn't need such things considering you were more built like the thief and assassin you are.

Already he is losing the coloring to his face and you realize his stubbornness will be the death of you both.

He's weak right now, weak enough that you could over power him without having to sneak around. Jumping onto his thick frame making him tumble into the grass soaked in his blood. Growling and grappling one another only further agitating his wound but he neither winces nor gasps. He grits his teeth, grip on your arms bruising but lacking the strength to push you fully away as you pull the cork from the bottle with your teeth. Grabbing onto his jaw tightly enough your claws sink into his cheeks but it didn't matter, the potion would heal his wounds anyway.

"You make things so fuckin difficult. I was hired to keep you alive." Forcing his jaw open as you pour the entire vigorous healing potion into his mouth before forcing it closed. Pinching his nose to make him swallow and when he does the wound slowly begins to close.

He's angry, oh he's so angry. Lifting you up as strength returns to his body and pinning you into the grass. Looking straight into your eyes with a snarl on his lips as of you'd poisoned him instead of helped him.

"A thank you would have been enough." He's bruised your back, you're sure of it. Put a kink in your tail you'll have to sort out later from landing on it.

He just shoves you into the ground more, leaves you to look up at the sky. A canopy of golden leaves blocks out some of the view of the blue space, clouds lazily floating over head until you see it.

A spec at first that grows more and more. At such a rapid pace that it's seen before you can even alert Katsuki as to what is looming over head.

"Dragon!" The word lost to the dragons roar as it slams down into the Earth a few yards from your prone body. Slit eyes focused on you as it pulls in breath to ignite the fire in its gullet.

Katsuki hates when you do this, hates that you eat various things to learn their effects for a potion.

Loathes that you pick up things with bright eyes filled with mischief saving the ingredient to try later when he wasn't around to scold you.

Hates that he finds you now at the campsite on your hands and knees with your apothecary pouch mostly empty.

"By the Divines!" He growls, tossing down the elk he's killed for dinner and supplies. Grabbing at the small pouch roughly and trying to recall what was in the damn thing. Blood is dripping from your nose and eyes on to your notes making his muscles rigid with panic. Hands quick to grab for your bag as he looks for a health potion or a cure poison but he comes up empty. That's odd you always had something on you, all of these other damn potions of true shot, haggling and frenzy in your bag but nothing for health?!

He finds butterfly wings and blue mountain flower in your bag, thankful just this once you hoard even the most common ingredients.

Scruffing you roughly to bring your weak body to him before he shoves thick digits down your throat only for blood and bile to come up to stain his skin as you vomit up the mixture of plants you've eaten.

He isn't satisfied yet, makes you empty the contents of your stomach again with a harsh thrust of his fore and middle finger. Growling when he sees some purple spiny pieces of plant similar to aloe and crushed red choke berries he specially told you not to eat.

He thanks the Divines you already know what deathbell does, otherwise he's sure you would have accidentally made the deadliest poison in all of Skyrim just because you were too damn curious.

He's sure your curiosity will be the death of you both.

When all you can do is dry heave and he's satisfied that nothing is left in your system he holds you in his arms. Cradling your head in the crook of his arm that lolls into his chest from how weak you are. Shoving the blue mountain flower and wings into his own mouth when he realizes you're too weak to chew. Grinding it into a fine thin paste before letting his saliva make the improvised health potion easier to swallow.

Moving his hand to cup the back of your neck to support your head as he leans down, forcing your mouth open with his tongue before the wet muscle swipes over yours encouragingly. He can taste the bitterness of those berries and leaves, can taste the copper tang of blood and all it does is make his heart race. Slowly replacing that bitterant with the sweet crushed petals of the flower, depositing it until you hungrily swipe your tongue over his. Greedy suddenly as one weak hand sets biting claws into his bicep and he's thankful for your damn sweet tooth.

That you loved sugar almost as much as you loved gold.

When there is nothing left he leans away to study your face, wiping the blood from your eyes, nose and corners of your lips as he sees the color slowly return to your face. Letting his thumb swipe over your cheek a moment as he keeps you pressed to him while he debates if he should make another impromptu mixture. His heart slows when he watches you slow blink up at him, your blown pupils returning to normal as you look up at him.

He sets his jaw and decides one more dose couldn't hurt as he reaches for the last of those ingredients.

It just won't be until later that night that he wonders if he actually saw hearts in your eyes or if his memory deceives him.

👏🏾Education 👏🏾is 👏🏾a 👏🏾right,👏🏾 not👏🏾 a👏🏾 service 👏🏾

Pass along and use the shit out of them

No one should own knowledge, and the pursuit of knowledge should be guarenteed.

👏👏 NO ONE SHOULD OWN KNOWLEDGE AND THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE SHOULD BE GUARANTEED 👏👏

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𐀔

All "You" chapters + release dates!!

SYPNOSIS. Satoru Gojo, who is perilously endearing and intensely fixated, will go to any lengths to immerse himself in the lives of those who captivate him. And he cannot help but fall in love with you the moment he sets eyes upon you. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure that his affection is returned. He'll weave his web, entwining souls unnamed, Intruding where he has no rightful claim.

WARNINGS: Manipulation, stalking, murder, dark-ish themes, alcohol, smoking, usage of drugs (not the reader or Satoru), borderline obsessive behavior, gaslighting, smut, abuse? addiction, gore, depression, mentions of sexual harassment, cheating (not the reader or Satoru bc I've had ENOUGH with Satoru always being a cheater in fics.)

GENRE: Fluff + Angst, stalker Gojo, YOU au, friends stalker to lovers

Masterlist

CHAPTER 1 - Hello, You

"your eyes hold everything the soul thirsts for." ୨ৎ

01. Obsession (03 / 15 / 24)

02. Drunk Night (03 / 22 / 24)

03. Stupid Cheater (date undecided)

04. Sweetheart (date undecided)

CHAPTER 2 - Country Club (date undecided)

"Lifetimes ago it was you, it's still you." ୨ৎ

01. (undecided)

02. (Undecided)

03. (Undecided)

04. (Undecided)

05. (Undecided)

CHAPTER 3 - My Love (date undecided)

"My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul." ୨ৎ

(number of parts undecided)

Taglist: @busyreader17, @polarbvnny, @@xxemmarldxx, @ran6ia, @shigarakissidepiece

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GOJO SATORU: GUILTY CONSCIENCE

contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), pet names (detective, princess, smart girl, pretty girl, etc.), gojo cums in your mouth. non-sexual threatening. non-sexual usage of knives/guns. more plot than porn. this is not good for you btw !!! 4K words.

author's note: pls appreciate your smut writers bc this shit is hard !!!! the sk!series might be over after this one bc i'm not feeling it anymore, but nothing's set in stone yet. posting this for the ppl who wanted a part two, but personally i would've just left it as a standalone.. oh well, i didn't want 4K words to go to waste, so enjoy 🤍

“satoru gojo, what are we going to do with you?” your subordinate asks, resting his hands on the table dividing the dim interrogation room in two. you and your coworker sit on one side, facing the serial killer on the other side—who also happens to be the man you fucked in an alley two weeks ago.

ever since that first encounter, you haven’t been able to get his face out of your mind. at work, his ice blue eyes haunted your every move. at home, he was all you could picture as your mind strayed back to your time beneath him. and now, as you and your boss interrogate him, all you can think about is how good satoru’s hands felt roaming over your skin when you cornered him—or, more accurately, when he cornered you.

“i dunno,” satoru replies, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. he grins shamelessly, looking you up and down with interest. “so, pretty girl, how’ve you been since we last met?”

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

offspring loyalty 🦊🧼🫧✨

and hilariously that is not why it is called that.

It is the circle of the bears cause of ursa major and ursa minor, and the circle without bears cause ya'know opposite part of the sky.

We lucked right into that one....

#so what you’re saying is#the stars dictate whether bears do or do not exist in places

Astrology is real but only for predicting where bears will be

Bears do not travel to places they cannot see their gods

I've seen this post before but it only just occurred to me that there might be some sort of underlying reason that "places where bears are" and "places where people name stars after bears" overlap.

Reblogging for that last comment.