Giadesstrin - The Devil Makes Us Sin

Gia Desstrin as Daenerys Targaryen

Werewolves who reject anthropocentric identities; who are neither wolf nor human, who see the beauty and power in being both or neither.

Werewolves with pawprint stickers on their cars and tattoos on their wrists, werewolves who are proud of who and what they are, despite what they’ve been told for generations

LGBTQIA+ werewolves who eschew traditional ideas of gender and sexuality, who craft their own identities with hackles raised and teeth bared; trans werewolves who know that skin is only skin, that what is within can withstand transformations of all sorts and remain authentic; werewolves who have different partners in different forms; werewolves in loving, polyamorous packs

Werewolves exploring their spirituality: werewolves who find their homes in churches and cathedrals, who believe that all sins can be forgiven; werewolves who find Loki, the wolf-sire, god of boundary-crossers, singing in their blood; werewolves who find their own gods in the wilderness; werewolves who search and search and find no gods at all. 

Werewolves who fiercely, adamantly reject the idea that they must be ‘good’ monsters to deserve a place in this world, who are frightening and violent and feral and refuse to apologize, who know that they are not obligated to make humans comfortable

Werewolves who become werewolf hunters, who see great power used for great evil and are called to stop it; werewolves who believe that every werewolf is family, who protect other werewolves at all costs; werewolves who hold themselves accountable for no one’s sins but their own, and leave both the hunters and the guardians to their battles

Werewolves who are form-fluid, whose skin is as soft and supple as water, whose shadows are mismatched, whose shape you can’t quite distinguish when you catch them in the corner of your eye

Werewolves who shake and suffer and scream through each transformation, who find ecstasy and escape on the other side, who leave human thoughts and cares in human skin and never look back

Werewolves who see their wolf form as something outside of themselves, something primal or transcendent; werewolves who see their wolf form as their real body; werewolves who see their wolf form as just another shape the unchanging inner-self can take

Werewolves protesting for animal rights; werewolves eating vegan when they’re human-shaped; werewolves freeing dogs from testing facilities and sabotaging factory farms because they know that sentience is not just a human trait

Werewolves eating as much meat as they please and feeling no guilt, because they know that nature is soaked in blood and caressed by death, because they are predators in every form

Young werewolves with human parents: parents who fret over the full moon and donate to research for a cure; parents who learn ‘lycanthrope-inclusive language’ and encourage their children to embrace every bit of who they are; parents who take one look at the thing that was their child and never look at them again.

Older werewolves with human families: mothers who let their children snuggle into their fur; packs who would kill for their member’s human kids; sisters who introduce themselves to their sibling’s bully one full-moon night and know they won’t be bothered again

just give me more werewolves okay

Gia's brows arched at the thought of that. "I think I'd hate to be in any situation where our only hope is Kol, to be honest," she admitted, honestly. "Because by virtue of that fact, I would probably already be long dead. I guess that's one of the advantages to being 900 years old," she mused. "It's pretty hard to tell you not to do whatever you want to do." Gia tiled her head softly as Vera praised Kol, her chocolate curls brushing across her shoulders, eyes twinkling. She knew what that could be like, she realized - that kind of trust and understanding of another person. The bond of Maker and Progeny might be lost on her, but love was not and, smiling to herself, she was proud of the fact. As they left Fangtasia as one, she turned to Vera. Their relationship was confusing to her on another level, as well. Sure, they had the open relationship that Everett and Gia had had for a time, but they'd never moved beyond that stage. Maybe it was the boredom of centuries, but it still struck Gia as odd. Proportionally, Gia and Everett had had hardly any time together at all and they were already exclusive. Not that Gia was judging them - she wasn't the sort of person to go there - but she just wondered about the mechanics of it. And despite that, Gia felt, they were pretty lucky. You saw so many vampires who appeared so very lonely. It was a real blessing, she was sure, to have each other. "He seems pretty in love with you...Not that anyone could ever blame him," she added with a large wink. "It must be good to know you've got someone to travel all time with."

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