#the moon in May

[ladyxskywalker]

A Beautiful Pleasure

Klaus Mikaelson x Werewolf OFC

falling in love happens when least expected, even faster when your dreams seem to have plans of their own

rating: T | word count: 1.5k

a soulmate au for the moon in may challenge 🌙 hosted by @lavenderursa 🌸

prompt - perfume (week one - new moon)

Just before nightfall, when the Summer air is calm, all else seems to fall away. The sky becomes a softened shade of blue, fading with a certain kindness beneath all the clouds. It makes it so that a rose colored glow marries all of the water when the sail boats pass by. Their sounds, as vivid as the ones in your dreams, awakening your mind to something – or rather, someone you’d once seen before.

When your eyes finally close after having been so restless from your days spent running or hiding from yourself, there’s always that certain distance to be found there, throughout every shadow covered corner. There is only a small inkling of light in your slumber, fanning past – waning. Like an overcast morning where your sight tends to squint throughout a mask of fog.

And so, you wander. Slowly, and the slightest bit unsure. Set out upon a path toward nowhere beneath what soon will be a universe of stars. A darkened sort of magic that reveals a silhouette waiting for you amongst the forest shore line – the bayou’s river passing right through where that mysterious figure tends to stand amidst your mind’s eye above it all.

There’s a man forlorn in his stillness, his back turned away from you, so pensive and brooding. An enigma who from what you’ve been sensing, has been holding onto centuries worth of demons made all his own. His hands, all the while, wound tight inside his jacket’s pockets, as if he couldn’t make sense of what to do with them there at all.

should I call out to him?

You wonder.

But you don’t – silently hoping for this vision to become more clear so that perhaps you might not have to.

Is he someone I know?

and why does this endless stream of water glisten here so peacefully? despite all that I sense here that he might feel?

how is it then, that this gentleman always seems so lost, when it is me who has longed forever to be found?

For a single moment, you had wished that he’d been real.

And in those vivid dreams, amongst every uncertain eclipse he had been.

Atleast…

That’s what you’d like to believe...

Every night when looking up towards all the cloud cover, hoping for the rising of a new moon to come, you had yearned for him. Even through the pain and struggle of when you turned. Your emotions felt completely heightened and deepened by an immortal heart unseen. An unexplained, possible manifestation that you hadn’t realized you’d been conjuring up for yourself for far too long.

And maybe that’s all that it was – a pure and senseless bit of imagining.

Hanging onto each cycle of the moon, until it was time to transform yet again, and you’d wake up shrouded by your tattered clothes in a mess of dirt and brush, entirely unable to forget all about whoever this person was...

That is until you’d gone to the cobblestone square one evening just to paint – to look upon the fountain at the city’s center as though it had been the only thing to fill your heart’s most precious cup.

The one thing that spoke to you – the falling water, and how it traced every stitch of your memory with the trickling of its sound; a song left adrift just as much as you’d been meandering all alone in your thoughts...

A quiet artist who’d sought emotional release in a blank canvas, finding it easiest just to settle on one color in particular. Cool and steady strokes evoking all hope to be found inside a visual story of depth and shadow, forever told by way of sight and fingertips.

Depictions of possibilities perhaps you had been missing in the time you’d be focusing on the thoughts entwined by strangers.

…

“Ah, prussian blue, one of my favorites…”

Beside you there is an elegant whisper to be felt – a gentleman, sharply dressed, yet somehow casually timeless, who sits down with his own work to fold into, interpreting all of his surroundings in ways that speak to having intricately spent time with all of them there once before.

He’s gleaming with a sense of arrogance and an overall insufferable kind of certainty. A prominent, modern day renaissance man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Incredibly handsome with a subtle grin to be shared only in the quiet to be had amongst yourselves. Waves of light hair to accentuate the features you secretly wish for in those seconds to spend an irrational amount of time with. And now you’ve begun to fully understand what your confusing dreams had been about…

The act of stumbling upon someone in the daylight who just might have taken all your breath away…

An accent and capable lilt to his speech that has you hanging onto every word, no matter how simply put the sentiment…

And you wonder then whether or not you should keep talking to him.

…

He notices how you’ve been looking – far too strange, and excited; curious even, as if you’d been caught up all the while in your staring. Smiling lovingly as if you’d known him in many passing lifetimes there before. A slip of amused laughter, and a shake of your head in disbelief, sifting through secrets you only wish to tell, had you been yourself.

But it’s those deep shades of alizarin crimson that have you all but forgetting who and where you are, watching him as he begins dampening the tips of all his brushes once he’s started on a picture just waiting to unfold. A handsome grin written across his face, as though he just couldn’t quite keep it all to himself.

If his eyes hadn’t been so startling and breathtaking in those passing moments, you probably would have let something slip by now.

And so he breaks the weightlessness of which you feel with the trailing off of something else.

A good kind of different to make up for the wordless shift you’d been taking on all by yourself...

But not anymore.

“...a remarkable pigment used by…”

“Van Gogh. Starry Night – I know.”

You smile, playfully, hoping that there’s the slightest chance he’s caught on to your hint of flirting. That when he gives it to you right back, you aren’t worried anymore about the possibility of ever having been rude.

“Apologies. Perhaps I’ve forgotten that there are other people in this city that do in fact appreciate fine art.”

Looking down upon his palette, your stranger for the time being begins to swirl his brush around in a mason glass jar of water, grinning once more – relaxed, and revealing nothing; intrigued.

“Mm. What is that?”

"I'm sorry?”

“Something truly divine…that scent. Can you place it?”

Honing in on the softened breeze that passes by so freely, your senses seem to cloud what’s left of all your better judgment. Sensing the inner lady wolf inside yourself, and letting her take over.

“Hm. Citrus, Spice…an intense hint of Lavender?”

He shakes his head, setting down his brushes. Shifting against the small table in front of him that’s been housing all of his pleasantries and wildly drawn marks.

“Magnolia. Jasmine, then…Lotus flower.”

Looking toward him then, it feels as though there is a powerful pull between you; his eyes, alight all at once with a mysterious and youthful sense of wonder, changing incredibly from a piercing tint of blue toward a brightened, honeyed gold.

A glimpse of something you’d only ever heard about in tales told along the river when you were little…

Woven stories kept safest with many generations of your elders.

soul bonds.

twin flames.

wolves meant for one another who’d been separated by ages of anguish and millennia…

had your sight just done the very same? had he known?

“I am wearing perfume, but usually it’s very subtle. I’m surprised you’ve picked up on all of its underlying notes…I’m rarely one to be seen as something other than invisible.”

“You are far from that, sweetheart.”

And then, there’s a pause to be had where you’d both left your forgotten artwork.

darling, bashful girl…

“You’re kind…”

“Doubtful. Some might even say otherwise…”

“Really?”

“Care to find out?”

The gentleman stands, offering his hand to you – cheeky, though welcome and completely old fashioned. A sudden glimmer of blind faith to set you both free from the torment of small talk. Discussing fragrances as if all of that had been normal.

he can’t be human.

another wolf, perhaps?

an ancient alpha?

or something else?

Nodding in the closing space between you, your hand settles down into a perfect fit inside his own, smooth to the touch, and somehow entirely unbreakable.

You want to know what it feels like to breathe again, but this impenetrable feeling bearing down upon your chest right now seems so overwhelming – both too much, and not enough at the same time.

It’s him.

the man by the glistening dream river.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself…”

It’s her.

the young woman I somehow could not bring myself to turn around for…

“Klaus. Perhaps you’ve heard of me, Little Wolf …”

he knows…

“Such a beautiful pleasure.”

…💞

a/n – thanks so much for reading 💫 this is my first piece of writing that i’m posting since nov. been on hiatus for a while. felt the spark ! hope you do too. all the love always xo

[hopeamarsu]

The Moon in May - New Moon

Joel Miller x reader (no pronouns)

Word count 1,8k

Warnings Tracking someone, confrontation, wolf shifters, fated mates, TLOU AU

Summary He’d been tracking you for hours now. Despite the evasive tactics you had used, he had remained on your trail and it made cold sweat break out on your skin.

A/N The first of Moon in May fics is here. I wanted to explore wolves within the Last of Us universe and this little AU was born. It doesn't go too deep into wolfshifter lore but sort of dips its toes in which I found fun.

He’d been tracking you for hours now. Despite the evasive tactics you had used, he had remained on your trail and it made cold sweat break out on your skin. You’d always been able to slip away from those who tracked you or tried to bite you, your years as a shifter working to your advantage. 

But he was too good at this, elegant and stealthy, which meant he wasn’t human or part of the infected. He was a wolf shifter like yourself and that made him twice as dangerous. So you only had one play left if you didn’t want him finding your den. You had to confront him.

In another world, you hadn’t been much of a fighter but since that day when the infected broke loose, you either had to learn to fight or die. And so you learned, honing your skills with the few wolf shifters you had encountered before moving on again, not wanting to settle down. You hadn’t been comfortable with the pack life and they had respected your wishes on being a lone wolf. 

Sure, sometimes that meant the wolves you left behind tracked you for some time before you left their air but never had one tracked you like this. To say you were nervous as you planted your feet and let the wolf inside you surface, was an understatement. And now you waited, teeth bared but silent. 

“I mean no harm,” the man said, arms raised when he approached you after a few tense moments. He wore clothes that had seen better days, his jeans grimy and crusty and his shirt patched in many places. The brown boots seemed to be held together with duct tape and the brown hair covering his head and jawline was shaggy and streaked with silver. But his eyes were clear and sharp, watching your wolf with interest and a slight bit of trepidation. 

You watched him back, your eyes sharper now as a wolf as you cataloged even the tiniest of his movements. He seemed alert but relaxed, aware of his and your surroundings but also giving you his full attention. This was no recent shifter, he’d been like this ever since he was born perhaps because he knew exactly what to do and what not to do. No sudden movements, no running, but holding his ground and advancing slowly. From the way he moved, you also suspected he had seen a fair amount of battle and blood in his life. He moved like a warrior, sure and steady. You wondered briefly if his wolf would move the same. 

He took measured steps closer until you growled menacingly and he halted. “Okay, not getting any closer, got it,” he nodded his head approvingly. His eyes flashed around you, checking if there were others nearby. “You alone?” You knew the question was redundant, he was already aware you were alone here. So why ask it? To try and fool you, or to ensure you knew he could do whatever he wanted? 

You sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of deceit in him, but you couldn’t find any. The man waited for your move, arms now by his side but he made no move to come closer. You could easily jump him, and rip out his throat before he could shift, but something in him told you he wasn’t a danger. Something that called to you from inside him and with a startle, you realized it was his wolf. His wolf wanted to meet yours and you wanted it too. 

You growled once more but lowered your snout a little, hoping he would catch on and he did, nodding as well. He lowered to the ground and his magic roared, transforming the gorgeous man into a gorgeous wolf in seconds. His fur was dark brown dotted with silver, much like his hair and beard and he was large. Possibly one of the largest wolves you’d met before, towering above you even a small distance away.

Despite his size, he didn’t try to run you over, instead trotting closer almost shyly, keeping his paws on the ground and his snout pointed downward. He got closer than in his human form until you stood nose to nose, both wolves scenting one another. The eerie silence of the forest fell away as his scent enveloped you. Your wolf whined softly when the notes registered and you nearly shifted back at the intensity of it.   

He smelled like all your dreams and hopes wrapped into one and amped up. He smelled like petrichor, a long-forgotten memory from your childhood that still made you smile, a hint of vanilla and something darker, something menacing but never towards you. He smelled like you had always dreamt of and hoped for, even in a world as doomed as you lived in. 

He smelled like your mate. 

My mate, your wolf told you quietly, letting the small words bounce around in your brain. My forever.  

The eyes of your wolf popped wide open as your hind legs dropped to the ground in shock. You opened your mouth and the wolf whined low, a deeply sad sound echoing on the forest floor. He was your mate. Your wolf had a mate! The front paws followed closely behind when you understood the magnitude. The world turned upside down and suddenly your wolf was lying on the ground and he was there with you, positioned equally next to you. He looked at you with glowing eyes, asking for permission to come closer and you whined again, beckoning him. 

The large wolf crawled closer until you felt his hot breath and wet nose touch you before he let out a tiny yip of happiness. He nuzzled close, rubbing his long head against your ears, your muzzle, and your throat. You returned his touch, feeling happiness grow in your chest and heart. You had a mate! Your wolf had a mate! 

This was something you never thought you’d get. With the infected roaming around and QZ’s not being a safe space for wolves, you had been resigned to your faith as an outsider and as a loner. Finding a mate was a pipedream, a distant wonder you hadn’t really thought about before. But now that the moment was here, now that he was here, you were overwhelmed and flabbergasted. 

The two wolves became bolder, more playful in their joy, and soon they were tussling on the ground, one on top of the other. Their elation of finding the one meant for them overflowed and it seemed they couldn’t go seconds without one paw finding the other or nuzzling closer. Noses bumped in an imitation of a kiss before cheeks brushed. One of his paws found its way on top of your neck before he tousled you to the ground, only to start grooming you. The rough tongue felt like heaven on your fur and skin and your wolf purred at the delight. You didn’t want to leave this place ever, feeling safe and warm at that moment, but you knew you needed to talk human to human before things progressed further. 

With a tinge, your wolf disentangled from his and you shifted back quickly. He followed your lead, shifting back and rising to his full height in front of you. Once more he seemed to tower over you, the wideness of his shoulders matching his wolf. 

“I’m Joel,” he offered before you could get a word out. You gave out your name, which Joel repeated softly. He nodded, seemingly liking how it sounded on his tongue. “And your wolf? Does he have a name?” 

“I’ve been calling him Shadow in my head, but we have yet to come to an agreement.”

“Oh? You are not born wolf then?” Your mouth snapped audibly shut, embarrassed over being so blunt but Joel just shrugged, not seemingly caring you had committed a faux pas. “Nah, was bitten some years back. Thought it was an infected bite but no. Shadow joined me and kept me safe.” 

“He’s done a good job, I’ve never seen a tracker like you before.” Joel tipped his chin at your praise and you had to grin at his nonchalance. “Not one for praise?” 

“Nah. You on the other hand, your tactics were good. I lost you multiple times before you stopped.”

“But you found me again.”

“Shadow.” He flashed his teeth in a small grin. “He was insistent and told me that the perfume he scented was something that we couldn’t lose. And if I’m correct, he’s telling me you are my … mate?” His brown eyes seemed a little hesitant like he was unsure of what it meant. 

“Yeah, mine’s telling me the same thing. It’s not common to find a mate, so what we have right now is very rare. One in a million shot,” You offered the words quietly, still not fully believing your luck yourself. Here was this gorgeous man, this gorgeous wolf, and he was yours as determined by fates themselves. And not only was he gorgeous, he was capable and strong and his wolf mirrored those traits. You could only hope he saw the same traits in you and wanted this too. 

“Hmmm. And you, you want this?” Joel asked and you knew it was Shadow asking. They weren’t the proper words an alpha was supposed to ask its mate before the ceremony, those texts and rituals were now lost to the world, but the seeking of consent was there. A true alpha never took or demanded, they left the final decision to their mate. Accept or reject, no matter how his heart wanted it. 

You looked deep into his eyes, seeing his want and desire flashing behind the irises, and knew instantly it was what you wanted too. You wanted both the man and the wolf. You stepped closer, sharing his space and warmth. Joel’s arms banded tight around your middle, erasing any remaining air between you. His lips hovered over yours, the need coursing in his veins pushing him forward but still, he waited for your words. You fell a little in love with him, knowing he would always put your comfort above his, even at this first meeting. 

“Yes, Joel. I, we, want it. Want you. Want Shadow. Our mate, our forever.” Your words weren’t perfect either, your sentences were choppy and fast, but it didn’t matter. He moved closer, capturing your lips into a soft kiss and you could feel your soul burst with happiness when it banded with his.     

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this! Tagging the creator of this wonderful challenge @lavenderursa

[artemiseamoon]

Dancer between worlds

A fic for The Moon in May 2023

Status: hiatus, back in December 2023

Moon in May fics/ masterlist

(Read my 2022 fic here)

Summary: Being head librarian and bookkeeper for the Alliance of Shifters, Sahali spends her days inside the quiet and quaint Hudson Valley branch. When a threat surfaces, one that affects all shifters, the founders of A.O.S seek the help of one of their best investigators; the retired lone wolf Frankie Morales. When Sahali is sent to locate him, her curated world changes drastically.

Warnings: typical warnings for werewolf & shifter stuff (biting, blood, injuries and healing), typical warnings for hunters (hunting, trapping, killing), missing persons, sexual themes and situations (I’m not in a smut mood these days so there won’t be anything explicit)

Themes: supernatural elements, mediumistic abilities, shifters vs hunters, soul mate au

An: I am working on a number of things, so may or may not stick to schedule on this one. We’ll see! As usual, full chapters only post to A03, previews to tumblr.

⏱ as I have time & feel like it

Chapters

Preview on tumblr, full chapters only on A03

0. One pine road | preview | A03

1. The lone wolf | preview | A03

2. Making a decision| preview | A03

3. Title | preview | A03

4. Title | preview | A03

More chapters tba

Characters

Werecat! Sahali

Lone wolf! Mechanic Frankie Morales

Minor / Mentions only

The alliance & staff (see a moodboard at the bottom for the main ones)

Mentions of the TF guys, all wolves

Featured alliance members for this fic

1. Hudson Delmar, Founder & werewolf

2. Emi Bell, Founder & werewolf

3. James, Werebear division rep

4. Bembe, Werecat division rep

5. Ramia, Shifter/witch division rep

6. Demi, Hybrid were/vampire division rep

Background character mentions

Kai - scout/ agent

Tau - senior investigator/ agent

Moodboards | more | more

*** there will be background stuff I can’t cover in the main fic. So anything left unanswered will be visited via post fic Drabbles or one shots. 💕

[tio-trile]

@scorpling: *galaxy brains* someone should draw the TLT necromancers as their corresponding Sailor Guardians

Me: Oh that sounds like a great idea. Too bad I've actually never watched Sailor Moon tho

Me:

Me: Palamedes in a miniskirt tho.

[milkywayes]

there's downsides to ranking high in the hierarchy [prints]

[leminaus]

red and vee :)

[shortbreadly]

OH FUCKING FANTASTIC they’re both covering up their faces in photographs now

[zegalba]

Yoshitaka Amano: May :: 月 (1993)

[berrythefish]

Got more doodles of moon man!! He really took over me at one point <33

[ajsartstation]

@kianamaiart 's Magical Girl Aika, as that one Sailor Moon redraw.

[mitathemita]

SURPRISE FANART FOR THE AMAZING WORMS @way2gosuperrstarr ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(alt. versions under cut!!)

[hopeamarsu]

The Moon in May - Full Moon

Marcus Pike x gn!reader (no pronouns)

Word count 771

Warnings Vague smutty smut, omegaverse

Summary “Not yet, Omega,” Marcus rumbles low. “Let me enjoy you like this.”

A/N The third Moon in May fic is finished. It was somewhat of a battle to get this done, but I am a little proud of how this turned out in the end. I tend to love to torture Marcus in my fics so this is something totally different with him.

It feels like thunder. How it grows from a low, distant sound to a rumble that vibrates through your entire body is an experience you’ve only had with thunderstorms before. But unlike that, this sound doesn’t make you feel small and scared. Instead, you feel warm and cherished in his naked embrace. 

Your back is to his front, the warm muscles in his chest pressing against the sweat-slick skin hard yet soft at the same time. He’s got the physique of an Alpha and you love it; his size and demeanor are designed to make you feel protected and it remains even when he’s under you. 

His fingers trace patterns to your forearm that make no sense to anyone but him. They trail from your wrist to your elbow and shoulder before venturing back and you’ve given up on trying to find any rhyme or reason in them. He’ll let you know if and when they mean something deeper than just a touch. It’s one of the things you really love about Marcus, how he will always tell you what he means, be it the words he speaks or the actions he does. 

The rumbling sound grows larger and captures you into its net, filling your senses with things that make up your Alpha. Care, love, and desire all circle around from his purr and you press your ass tighter into his groin. You feel his hardness press into your back and the urge to wiggle around is almost too much. But the purr shifts, growing lower in his register, and his other hand presses on your stomach to keep you grounded.

“Not yet, Omega,” Marcus rumbles low. “Let me enjoy you like this.”

“Like what, Alpha?” You breathe out, wishing he’d move his clever fingers a little down where you ache for him. You need him, you crave his fingers, his mouth, his cock. You ache for him to have you fast but the Alpha is determined to take this slow. 

“Content. Calm. Letting me show you my love,” He answers, returning to his purring. His body seems to vibrate in tune with his purr and it’s nearly impossible now to not squirm in his lap. He kisses your neck, his tongue laving over the sweet spot and you lean your head to the side, giving him more access. His teeth nip on the exposed skin and you gasp at the small sting. The answering chuckle before Marcus returns to his purring tells you exactly what his plan is.

“You… you are e-evil,” You pant out while spreading your legs and letting him know where you want him. His purr changes again, this time quieting down but remaining in the background, an erotic sound if you ever heard one. He finally moves his hand on your stomach, trailing down until his fingers find their target and you whimper loudly. But it’s merely a brush of a tease before his hand continues down to your knee. 

You are about to protest - there’s no calm or content fiber in your body left - but then he takes hold of one leg and moves it over his own knee before repeating the action with your other one. You are fully exposed to him now and the rush of cold air makes you tingle. You throw your head back at the sensation and when his hand finally finds your center, you can no longer hold back. The way he touches you feels too good to keep inside. “Fuck!” You curse and 

“Not yet, my sweet Omega,” Marcus repeats his words, determined to drag the pleasure out. He’s still not pressing down hard enough, his touch not strong or like you yearn it to be and you just know your Alpha is enjoying the tease too much. You can practically hear his grin.

But you are not without tricks of your own and you wiggle backward in retaliation, rubbing his cock on your backside. His purr grows into a groan but your victorious smile is cut short by a moan of your own as he pinches you just so that the pain and pleasure intermingle. You feel more than hear his slow taunt when he shifts his knees wider, opening you up further and his hand, the one that had idly traced the patterns on your skin, joins the other. They begin moving up and down your body, now full-on playing and robbing you of your breath. 

“Tsk tsk, impatient one, aren’t you? Let me show you just what I have planned,” He starts purring again, letting the sound carry both of you toward the unknown.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this! Tagging the creator of this wonderful challenge @lavenderursa

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Dancer Between worlds

Chapter zero: 1 Pine Road

An arte original for Moon in May 2023

Fic starts now thru June.

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Words: 2,199

Warnings: missing persons

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Please consider a reblog if you’ve enjoyed my work 💕

A single home sat at the end of 1 Pine Road. An enchanting four-story Victorian with red brick and a high tower in the center. Upon first glance, it seemed like any other home, but it wasn’t. This was the birthplace of the Alliance of Shifters, also known as the A.O.S.

An antiquated building atop a spawning property, hugged by an assortment of trees, with a lake running behind it. And to the left, the dark green lawns led to a dense patch of forest just before the mountains.

The A.O.S. started as a research center and library, a passion project by founder, Emi Graham and her lifelong best friend, Hudson Delmar. The idea was born out of Emi’s desire for community and being able to teach younger wolves about their history. Education and sharing resources have always been some of her driving forces.

It was small-scale and under the radar for many years. Emi purchased the lonely house on 1 Pine Road, renovated it, then opened it as a club house. At first, it was just Emi and Hudson, then their friends, then soon wolves of other packs, and lone wolves showed interest. It was sort of a secret club for many years. Always a book and history collector, Emi build the impressive library that stands today.

Over the years, general community support extended to educational tools and occasional workshops. Once a second branch opened with Emi’s blessing, she got the idea to expand the Alliance. Though Emi and Hudson were both very proud and involved in their wolf community, they had shifter friends of all kinds. They never limited themselves to in-species only. Though many groups were rigid about that whole thing.

With some nervousness, Emi expanded the Alliance. Though some wolves were unhappy, it was a success and the A.O.S continued to grow from there. Now, what started as a simple low-key passion project was something much larger.

The A.O.S. wasn’t military, government, or police, it didn’t play that role. The community roots never lessened in importance. Now the A.O.S, and all its locations, offered community, research, education, networking, and assistance in issues that needed outside help.

If something couldn’t be handled within a pack or community, the A.O.S. could send one of their Agents to intervene and assist. The Agent division consisted of scouts, negotiators, and emissaries. The A.O.S. could help with missing persons, territory disputes, petty crime, relocation assistance, and mediation. Since they weren't equipped for high crimes or serious offenses, they left that to the packs and communities to handle on their own. Their agents could only investigate and act to an extent before they hit a wall.

Aside from the founders and agents, the A.O.S consisted of the founders, the Elder (also known as the board) who were hands-off with the day-to-day, the hands-on council members, and guardians also known as the educators.

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[papabay]

I miss them ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

[drop-dead-dino]

I’m totally normal about these two totally normal dudes :) .

I don’t usually read fics, specially AU related ones, but this one GOT me, holy cow. Check it out if you fancy that sort of thing! 

Love, Death, and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious !

[koriweb]

Wuh woh L+Ratio