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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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Finding Home

a fic about @asocial-nebula‘s demons and angels AU!!!!

i’m sorry it’s kinda short. i had to use my mom’s Adderall today and that’s only, like, 20mg, so it doesn’t last as long. plus it’s the evening so it’s mainly worn off, but i really wanted to write something for this AU!!!

also, Nikola, i am so sorry if things are inaccurate. is Hell an underground cave system? does it have animals? running water? blankets???? i don’t know. i am very, very sorry if it’s inaccurate. i tried. but still!! i hope you enjoy!!!

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Joan remembered the first time she disappointed the House of Pride. And everyone else around her.

It was still morning and Hell’s caverns were as hot as always. Joan had wiggled out of her cave and glided down to the craggy pavilion where a female demon with cold eyes and large cinnamon colored wings stood. She hissed for attention and Joan, along with the others around her, straightened up.

“This hunt is for the head of the House himself.” The demon had said. “The first one to bring back a Magma Pig will get a spot next to him at dinner this evening.”

Joan perked up. That was exactly what her poor reputation needed, so she had been one of the first to shoot off from the pavilion after the word was given.

She wasn’t the best flier, especially because of searing back pain from the strain of her big wings on her little body, but she pushed through the screaming of her aching muscles this one time.

She flapped through the tunnels, barely dodging pillars of rocks and pointy stalagmites that seemed to be doing everything in their power to knock her out of the air. She spun through two reaching rock shelves and broke out into a large cave where a glowing pink waterfall flowed from a crevice in the wall, drifting into a winding river. Steam rose from the surface; everything down in the caverns seemed to be boiling hot. The sultry heat made her wingbeats sluggish and her scales feel like they were melting off, but she shook them out and scanned the cave.

There!

A Magma Pig was drinking by the river. She was huge, with fiery red pelt and streaks of gold that glowed like active lava. Her tucks were long and wickedly sharp, and she would definitely put up a fight, but Joan would win.

Joan flexed her claws, flashing her fangs in a smirk. She could already hear all the praise she would get when she brought back such a big swine. Her tail began to wag excitedly. She spread her wings and swooped--

But something stopped her mid-dive.

Piglets. Baby Magma Pigs.

There were three in total, and they frolicked out of a crack in the wall, grunting and squealing blissfully. Two began to playfight, while the other hobbled over to its mother and headbutted her leg affectionately. The mom made a loving noise, nuzzling the baby’s cheek, then submerged her snout back into the water for another drink.

Joan’s claws lost their slack. She hovered in the air, unable to bring herself to kill the family. What would the babies do without their mama? They would die!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A voice suddenly boomed across the cavern. A large demon with orange-gold wings came zipping out of one of the tunnels, followed by two others. “Are you a demon or an angel? Kill that pig!”

Joan floundered, nearly falling right out of the air. The orange-winged demon sneered in disgust and shoved past her roughly. She spun down to the cave floor and hit a rock roughly.

“Wait--” She shouted, but one of the other demons already dove down and snatched the pig up, slicing her throat. The other one managed to grab two piglets and snap their necks, while the last one got away through a hole in the wall.

The baby was alone. It was going to die.

“Why didn’t you kill it?” The orange-winged demon asked. “No kill could be easier! Are you really that stunted and useless?”

“I-I--” Joan pulled her wings around her like she thought they would protect her.

“I bet she was worried about the little baby pigs.” The demon that had killed the mother said, landing with a thump and a splattering of pig blood. “She didn’t want to leave them all alone with no mommy to take care of them. The poor wittle furballs.” Her voice was mocking and cruel.

“No!” Joan cried. “That isn’t it! I-I was going to kill it! I-I just--”

“Save it.” The orange-winged demon hissed. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re pathetic.”

Joan had stared miserably at her feet. That day, she knew her treatment would only worsen, especially when the news of her failure got to the rest of the House of Pride. And it did.

For as long as she could remember, she was not like the other demons that prowled around Hell. They were all strong and big and powerful and knew what they were doing at all times. She was the exact opposite, it seemed, with her too big wings and too small body and too bright eyes. She wasn’t enough, ever. No matter how much she sharpened her claws on rocks or filed her teeth to points with bones or perfected her magic, her attempts always blew up in her face--literally, sometimes.

She was just--messed up. And she didn’t know how to fix herself.

The other demons saw her a mockery to their race. A waste of magic and scales. Their harassment became a ritual of sorts, a daily cycle of let’s stomp on Joan’s tail and let’s leave Joan stranded up on the tallest cliff because her wings were too weak and too big for her to properly fly and let’s dunk Joan into the scalding pools until she starts to drown and let’s rake our claws down Joan’s stomach again and again and again until she squeals like a stuck pig beneath our talons. It never ended.

And then, Cathy entered her life.

Cathy was like a rope ladder dropped from heaven--and in a way, she was. She was a fallen angel, banished from the ethereal world for reasons Joan didn’t know. But even with her new horns and darkened scleras and black wings, she was still an angel in Joan’s eyes.

Cathy had saved her from a particularly painful beating from a trio of demons. She thought they would have ripped her tail right out of her back if Cathy hadn’t come along and scared them off with very rude threats and mighty wingbeats and slashing claws. They didn’t speak to each other, rather just exchanged looks before Cathy walked away silently, but Joan felt a connecting between the two of them.

So she started following Cathy around. She was like a duckling of sorts, always somewhere near Cathy, whether the fallen angel liked it or not. A silent bond was created--at least on Joan’s part. She felt safe and happy around Cathy, even if they barely interacted. Being near her was enough.

But of course, like every good thing in her life, Cathy was taken away.

One day, Cathy just--disappeared. Joan looked everywhere, searching every nook and cranny in Hell, but couldn’t find a trace of the fallen angel. All that she had left of her were the things in her cave, which she started staying in to retain a shred of that connection they had. Cathy’s scent on ragged blue blankets were the only thing that kept her calm during anxiety attacks. She liked to pretend the covers were actually Cathy’s wings swaddling her and holding her close, protecting her from everything, no matter how different she was. And Cathy would be there when she looked up, smiling lovingly down at her, telling her how wonderful she was and how much she cared about her. Sure, Cathy never said that before or made any indications that she thought that way, but it was her fantasies that kept her going.

The abuse from other demons started back up shortly after that. Shoving, biting, scratching, vicious maiming that left her bloody and bruised--it all seemed so much worse than it did before. Perhaps because of what her attackers would say, telling her that Cathy left because of her, that she couldn’t stand being around such a pathetic waste of space, that she would rather die than be around her for one more second, that she ran off into the human world because facing the dangers there would be better than having to be with her.

The last comment sparked something in Joan’s head mid-beating. If Cathy wasn’t in Hell, then she was somewhere else.

After a year of Cathy being missing, Joan set off to the portal to the mortal realm.

Everyone said not to go in there. Everyone said they wouldn’t make it out alive, but Joan still went anyway. All she brought with her was Cathy’s blue blanket, as the fallen angel’s scent would keep her going when she wanted to lay down and die.

And she did.

A lot.

The pits leading to the portal were worse than everyone said. They were dark, for one, and so tight in some places that Joan got stuck for several terrifying moments. There were also.../things/ down there. Awful things with sharp claws and hundreds of eyes and gnashing teeth. One that Joan encountered was pale white and wrinkly. It crawled across the cave walls and ceiling, only jumping down to cling to Joan’s back and shred her wings. She just barely managed to shake it off right as it was going to pull out her spine.

There was also something very big and very red and very scary. It broke Joan’s ribs to pieces when its tail swung into her chest. For a few moments, she stopped breathing, then splayed her claws and stuck them into the monster’s eyes. It screeched and left her alone. For now.

By the time Joan finally got to the portal, she could only crawl, much too weak to stand up. Her chest was so bruised it looked black, she was bleeding all over, one of her horns was broken, her tail was bent at an abnormal position, and she couldn’t even feel her wings anymore. In fact, she wasn’t feeling a lot of things...the pain was starting to go away…

Joan collapsed into a pool of her own blood and began to weep. Everything hurt so badly. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if she just laid here for a little while… She didn’t even have to go through the portal because when she looked up, Cathy was there, smiling at her and saying sweet things to her. Her ears were too clogged with blood to actually hear her, but she was sure they were the nicest, most loving comments ever.

Joan reached out to Cathy, and Cathy disappeared.

Only her blanket was there, so stained with blood there was only a single splotch of blue left. But Cathy’s scent still lingered.

Joan had to get up.

She crawled the rest of the way to the portal, clutching Cathy’s blanket to her chest. She leaned against the onyx mantle, breathing harshly. She stared into the swirling white mass before her, so bright it made her eyes prickle in discomfort.

“Cathy…” She mumbled, feeling very dizzy. She wanted to rest. She was so tired… “Wait...for me...Cathy… I’m...I’m coming…”

Then, she reached out and touched the portal.

There were flashes of bright white and blinding silver. Joan screamed into the light, feeling like she was being burned alive. Her little body shook with violent tremors, then began to tingle intensely.

Was she dying? Was the portal really a trap to fry demons? Was this all a trick?

Would she never see Cathy again?

Joan opened her eyes to a clear blue sky. She was laying half in green grass that wasn’t completely charred and half in water that didn’t feel like it was going to boil her. Noises sounded all around her- distant talking, far away laughing children, croaking frogs, chirping birds.

She was here.

The mortal world.

She made it.

And when she looked up, she saw her.

Cathy.

She didn’t have her wings and horns and tail, and her eyes looked normal, but it was Cathy.

“Cathy--” Joan staggered to her feet. She nearly blacked out, but clung to consciousness, which felt much weaker than it did in Hell, and began dragging her agony-infected body forward.

“Cathy, Cathy, Cathy, Cathy…” Joan mumbled over and over again. She clutched the bloody blanket close to her chest. What if Cathy got mad that she got it messy? Maybe she should go back to the pond and wash it really quickly… No, she had to see Cathy first.

Weird. Cathy seemed so happy with those humans around her. Weren’t humans disgusting and weak and useless? Why did that one in the green shirt kiss her cheek like that? And was that Jane? She remembered that she had gone missing, too. She looked different as well. Did the humans do something to them? They must have cut off their wings and tail. She had to save Cathy!!

Joan tried to run, but her knees buckled and white hot agony rocketed through her entire being. She whimpered sharply.

“Cathy, please-- I need--you--”

One of the humans, one with short brown hair, turned its head in her direction and shouted something in shock. The others all looked over and had the same reaction. But Joan was only looking at Cathy.

She dropped the blanket and reached out her shaking hands.

“Cathy…”

And then, the ground rushed up to meet her; she was back in the grass. Everything was starting to fade into darkness. She began to cry. She didn’t want to die. Not without Cathy holding her.

But the blackness was closing in. She was so weak and everything hurt so much and she was just so tired…

The last thing she remembers was someone yelling her name, then everything cut out.

She hoped Cathy wouldn’t be mad about the blanket.

#six the musical #six the musical au #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six fanfic #catherine parr #joan on the keys #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #jane seymour #finding home

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miraclealignersv · 5 years ago

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Truce (George Luz x Reader) High school au

Ask: @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz : i think i've been following you for a while and i'm only now learning you write??? oof??? but i was wondering if you could do a george luz high school enemies to lovers au if you can? thanks! (ps i'm reading ur writing and it's really good :))

A/n: aww thank you cutie! I really hope you enjoy, really tried my best! Also fun fact I learned while doing my research for UCLA, apparently in the 50’s all you needed to get into UCLA was a good transcript and a $5 fee. Y’all I got rejected from UCLA last year I’m—

Tag list: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl

Everyone knew about the rivalry between Y/n Y/l/n and George Luz. Hell everyone had gotten tired of said rivalry that had originated freshman year. With senior year coming to an end it had only died down, no one knew why they despised each other so much.

Y/n when asked would say he was annoying and egotistical, she would go on and on about his inflated ego and how much of an asshole he was. However when George was asked he would reffer to her as the spawn of Satan, calling her all sorts of things from conniving and narcissistic to an all around bitch.

They would often hold their heads high when either was in the same class room. However at times it did get nasty, and teachers would have to get involved. Y/n could tell anyone off the top of her head how many afternoons she had to spend in detention all because of him, it was 67 times.

The school year was coming to an end, this also meant the graduating class of Toccoa High School was to spread their wings and fly away. Many of the seniors getting their acceptance letters from various universities. Y/n had been called into the principals office, scared that Luz had said something that had gotten her in trouble. However she was instead handed six envelopes, all with her name written in the front.

Y/n didn’t want to make a big deal, hell she didn’t even want to open them. There was a fear that she didn’t get accepted to any of the ones she applied to. Hell she had perfect grades, always had them. However her SAT score was low, no matter how many times she took it she could never have a perfect Score. To add to all of that she wasn’t good enough— especially since David Webster had gotten his Harvard acceptance letter days before.

At lunch time she hid out in the halls where no one usually hung around. From the nervousness alone she felt as if she was going to die, she couldn’t open them. Pacing back and forth she took her bottom lip in between her teeth and chewed at it, there was no way she was going to open the letters.

Holding them in the grip of her fingers and stared at each individual one. Tears forming in her eyes from the desperation and how nervous she was. The sudden urge to sit and cry just outside a classroom hit her, and that’s exactly what she did. Lowering herself down onto the floor of the hallway with her back to the wall. Setting the five envelopes to the side she then placed her hands over her face and cried silently.

She didn’t care if people passed by and saw her like that, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to open the goddamn letters, and sooner than later she would have to. She heard footsteps coming down the hallway, she didn’t even budge she just kept silently weeping into her hands. Then the footsteps steps stopped in front of her.

Slowly raising her head up she expected to see one of the annoying freshmen that wandered the halls. She even expected a teacher, but never did she expect George Luz. He just stood there watching her as she tried to compose herself.

“Spawn?” He asked, y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes as she brought the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. George only stared confused at the crying girl.

“What Luz?” She spat back before sniffing slightly annoyed that he was there, George chuckled and turned his gaze over to the envelopes that laid face down next to her.

“Heard a demon kind of scary sound coming from this side of the hall thought I’d check it out” he teased, y/n sniffled again and continued to wipe her face with her hands. His eyebrow raised up in confusion, 10 times out of 10 y/n y/l/n always had a sassy remark. “Didn’t realize you were capable of human emotion y/l/n” y/n scoffed this time and gathered her bag, in the process sliding one of the letters towards George’s feet.

“Shit...” she muttered under her breath as she reached for it, instead George placed his foot on it causing y/n’s Jaw to clench. “Luz I’m really not in the mood for- Just can you give it back” she sighed, George furrowed his brows and bent down to pull the letter from under his shoe. His eyes widening as he read the university name, Dartmouth.

“Dartmouth...” he read, y/n only felt the tears in her eyes again at the mention of the university. “Rejection or acceptance?” He asked, y/n rolled her eyes and shook her head trying to fight back the tears.

“Why do you care” she asked, George sat down and inched his way towards her. “Luz can you just—“ George shushed her and grabbed the rest of the envelopes.

“Harvard, Rice, Dartmouth, Princeton,Cornell, UCLA?! Y/n why haven’t you opened them yet?” He asked, y/n shook her head and looked away. “I got mine back from Pen State, although it’s not my first choice I think I’m sticking with it” he explained, y/n swallowed hard as she tried to reach for the letters.

“Luz just...” he only moved them away from her and continued to babble on about his top choice being UCLA.

“Haven’t gotten my letter, I was called to the office maybe I did get them— whoa why are you crying?” He asked still very shocked that the girl who returned his fire was crying. He respected the hell out of her for how proud she was, and he knew that their rivalry wasn’t all hatred. George has known her for years, hell they practically grew up in the same neighborhood. He remembered the first time he ever met her, they raced down the street on their bikes, y/n falling and breaking her leg. And never once did she shed a tear.

“It’s just.. they’re rejection letters” she sniffles still not looking up, George only furrowed his eyebrows. Y/n was known for her grades, hell she had been on the high honor roll list for all four years of high school. “I bombed my SAT” She sniffled and looked down at her lap, George raised his eyebrow.

“What was your score?” He asked after a while, y/n inhaled deeply and felt the tears in her eyes again. “I got a 1250” George shrugged, y/n sighed and closed her eyes.

“1525” she muttered, George’s eyes widened at the number and slowly nodded.

“Hey, just open them.” He urged the letter into her hand. When she didn’t take it he patted the letter onto the end of the envelope before ripping the other end and pulling out the folded letter. “Here,” he handed her the letter she only shook her head.

“I can’t Luz,” she whispered, as she stared down at the letter as if it was going to bite her. George waited a while before groaning.

“You big baby..” he muttered as he opened the unfolded letter and cleared his throat. “Miss y/n y/l/n... were sorry to inform you...” George trailed off before turning to y/n who quietly let the tears that had accumulated in her eyes stream down her cheeks. “C’mon y/n, Rice is lousy anyway! They don’t know what they’re missing! Let’s see what Cornell has to say” y/n bit at her lip trying to hold her sob. George only continued to rip the end of the envelope and open the folded letter in his hand.

“Holy shit, y/n... you got accepted” he said in disbelief, y/n gasped and reached for the letter reading it over and chuckling in disbelief as George opened the rest of them. “What’s your first choice?” He asked as he ripped the UCLA one open.

“Dartmouth” she urged as she grabbed a hold of the Harvard one. They both unfolded the letters at the same time. “Its a no from Harvard” her voice saddened a bit as the words left her mouth.

“Acceptance! UCLA wants you y/l/n” he cheered as y/n reached over to grabbed Dartmouth as he grabbed Princeton . She watched as he skimmed over it and raised his gaze, giving her a head shake letting her know that she wasn’t accepted.

Taking the envelope in her hands she sniffled before ripping the edge open. Pulling the letter out, she took a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her eyes skimming over the letter. Her mouth opening and tears forming in her eyes. George only watched and sighed in disbelief, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder as he got up.

“I’m in” she whispered, George turned around and furrowed her brows. “I’m in!! Holy shit I’m in!” She giggled before getting to her feet and pulling him in for a hug. George didn’t question it, he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. Before pulling away she giggled again and jumped from how happy she was. “Whoa did we just..?” She asked taking a step back, George’s eyes widened and took in a sharp inhale.

“This damn rivalry has gone on for too long dont you think?” He asked, y/n placed her hands on her hips. “You’re off to your private school to succeed and I’m off to succeed, why don’t we call it a truce huh?” He asked opening his arms, y/n raised an eyebrow at his request and sighed. She shrugged and embraced him.

“Truce” she hummed as she held onto the letter, once she let go she reached down to grab the rest of the letters as he waited for her to recollect her things.

“You owe me a milkshake, after sitting there for the past 20 minutes I deserve a kiss at least” he shrugged as they walked down the hallway. Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully.

“I can totally take that truce back y’know” George chuckled at the words, he only shook his head and pushed her back.

“And I’ll tell everyone you cried like a wittle baby” he mocked fake tears making y/n roll her eyes.

“Fine, strawberry or vanilla?” She asked with a smile as they headed out of the building.

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #george luz #george luz x reader #george luz imagine

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cramenjoyer · 4 years ago

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not to go apeshit but sam naming herself after a saint is making me go fucking batshit so im going thru my encyclopedia of catholic saints to remind myself who’s who but i’m gonna base a bit of this on my personal feelings and what i remember from other sources so bear with me pls, and feel free to correct me. i’m not catholic nor do i venerate any saints, i just think they’re kinda rad and im love them a lot, so i’m not gonna talk about them with like.... the utmost respect or veneration. trigger warning for discussion of s*xual assault and r*pe of both adults and minors, disordered eating and fasting, mention of emeto stuff, a lot of death (you have to be dead to be a saint but their lives sucked a LOT on top of that), burning, self harm of a sort, torture, and me talking abt them casually and familiarly. like i’m not gonna be rude or something but i did say genevieve has BDE so.

anyway here are my top picks in no real order:

- joan of arc. i literally cannot even think about this bc its making me go GGGFEGIGGGFGWP but just think about it okay. woman with a fire in her chest and holy words on her tongue and a war all around her. they tried to burn her and she wouldnt die, they had to throw her heart in the river cuz it would not go to ash. a dove flew from her forehead as she succumbed, finally, to the flames, but she went to death with her teeth bared in either a smile or a challenge. literally need to move on i can NOT think abt joan, especially not in relation to sam. god imagine sam thinking about joan...... baby sam imagining being a girl warrior burning up!!!! owie.

- irene!!!! she hid holy scripture basically. they burned her sisters and she was sent to a soldiers’ brothel, chained and stripped, but god protected her from anything happening. she was killed either by flames or an arrow to the throat. she was also a martyred virgin so thats a thing also. idk i like her and her name is nice so she’s going on here.

- dympna / dymphna. i am gonna go genuinely nutso if i think abt sam as dympna for too long. she’s a virgin martyr saint and she’s a protector of children, the mentally ill and traumatized, victims of sexual abuse especially as children, psychology/psychiatry, and she was literally murdered by her dad. hello. her feast day is also the day of her martyrdom at age 15, the 15th of may, and that’s close enough to sam’s birthday that i am thinking about it!! or maybe jack... oh Fuck.... (also her name means little poetess and like,,,, thats cute as shit and im OBSESSED w it. not to be trans but Name Acquired for me AND jack AND sam.) if you don’t think 14 or 15 yr old sam went to the shrine of dymphna in ohio while john was hunting and she didn’t break the fuck down, you’re wrong! she’s often called the lily of eire or the demon slayer, and she’s depicted in green and white, holding a sword pricking the neck of a demon, having a chained devil at her feet, and/or wearing a crown. just a little boyking imagery for you all :-) i think this might be my favorite for sam tbqh

- mary, either the virgin mary OR mary magdalene OR mary of bethany. every single one of these hits and i’m gonna go buckwild about it, especially if we’er viewing mary mags (erroneously but sadly traditionally) as a penitent sinner and possibly a former sex worker....... im NOT conflating the two but imagine s6 sam thinking of herself as like the penitent magdalene after hell..... wow okay sorry im projecting a wittle bit but i think that’d cause me physical pain to think and write about sowwy. also? “she hath done a good act upon [jesus]... she hath done what she could” ahaha ;--;

- margaret / marina. this one hurts for s5 ahaha. so she was sent to prison for being christian and also cuz this one bitchboy was mad she didnt want to marry him. while imprisoned, the devil came in the form of a dragon and swallowed her. but since she had a crucifix on her and it saved her (my source says it “irritated his stomach... and [she] thus was freed” so i guess she caused ol nicky boy to throw up??? i think it’d be cooler if she cut her way out with the cross but that’s just my opinion.) she also overcame another demon but i don’t know specifics on that one and im so fucking tired, im not doing more research rn. anyway i think we all fuck w the escape from hell shit... crucifix saving her as cas.... yeah ok moving on. they tried to kill her by fire AND water and she was fine, and this directly caused thousands (!!) of spectators to convert on the spot, leading to their own executions. she was actually martyred by beheading in the end, and the executioner died the instant she did which is making me think of the fucking equalizer now so there’s that. she was one of the voices heard by joan of arc. she’s a parton of pregnancy and childbirth bc of the bursting out of satan’s stomach thing apparently?? and also of death in that by invoking her on your deathbed, you’ll escape the devil and reach heaven. in art, she’s stabbing, stepping on or bursting out of the dragon aka satan. good for her.

- genevieve ;--; obviously this fucks off the bat but okay. my girl gen was a virgin after being promised to jesus and consecrated at age seven by st germanus (he was bishop of auxerre at the time which i didnt know) and at age 15, she was orphaned and sent to receive the veil. she ate twice a week (sam thoughts....) and had extremely accurate visions of the future (SAM THOUGHTS). through her reputation and massive bde, she influenced multiple kings to act charitably and release prisoners, and even converted one all on her own. she did the pilgrimmage of st martin a few times. apparently she was so cool, they knew about her in syria cuz no one could stop talking about how epic she was. she led the whole city of paris in prayer for days on end (???) and through the protection of heaven, attila the hun’s course was diverted. she’s the patron saint of paris, disasters like storms and droughts and maybe earthquakes (which makes me think of demons and storms), and fevers (can i hear a yeehaw for s8?). in art she sometimes wears a coin around her neck and i literally do not know why but thats cool i guess, sam should do that ;--;. but also in art she holds a candle that satan’s trying to blow out which like..... symbolism....... okay time to move on before i get too into it!

- agatha. not to be homo but she is one of my favorite saints, i LOVE ol aggy. she was a martyred virgin. some little rat mustached guy wanted to marry her but she said no and he got so mad he made christianity illegal in sicily (maybe just a region? idk he was a consul but im not sure wtf that means). not the best way to get bitches dude. anyway she was sent to a brothel and was tortured with rods, hooks, the rack (dean mentions a rack guys. guys. guys.), and fire (which we know was used to torture sam). then they cut off her boobs which is why she’s depicted with them on a platter or plate in so much art, which is like.....,,, transchenger. also she’s often holding a knife (ruby’s knife...) and wearing a long veil (not to be cringe but long hair sam iconography). she was finally killed by being rolled over coals which sounds really weirdly specific to me. she’s invoked against fire and the eruption of volcanoes and she’s the patron of firefighters (and nurses too i guess but idc abt that part). you know exactly why i picked her. she could also work for trans dean. just saying :-) anyway a silly fact i like about her in that people thought her honkers on the plate were loaves of bread in the medieval period so her feast day includes blessing bread. that’s so funny to me. can you imagine when they realized it was her tatas and not bread viwhfihfeihheilvre!!! anyway! next.

- agnes. another aggy that im love but this one is kinda tenuous. i swear i have like 2 points to make tho and neither of them is about the heavenly fursuit okay. so she was like 13 when she was martyred. some guy wanted to marry her and we can all guess she said no and he got mad and sent her to a brothel (this is so fucking common w young female saints i knowwwww i know) bc he hoped that by losing her “prized” virginity, she’d relent. they also threatened her with racks and fire and other shit before the brothel part, trying to scare her into relenting, but she told them to go eat shit. what the fuck is up with these guys and brothels anyway?? they stripped her naked but she grew hair literally everywhere all at once which is like.... okay thanks god??? (i was gonna make a joke abt sam’s hair here but im too tired to be funny.) she said god would not let them “profane” her, which is nice of the woman upstairs. one guy was rude to aggy and went instantly blind but she was such a queen about it, she prayed until his vision was restored. pamela thoughts but i know its totally different shut up. she was killed by either beheading or a slit throat. (but here’s the thing okay. she’s the whole pure virgin thing and whatever. but she’s sometimes depicted with a dove. and the dove is holding a ring. samjess thoughts AND s5 fidget spinner of doom thoughts. also representing childlike innocence??? yeah okay sam i see you.)

- rose of lima. none of her story fits but she was associated with roses (lucifer okay) and she had supernatural powers and abilities. she wore a circlet of silver with spikes pointing inward, and regularly fucked up her face so people wouldn’t think she wsa pretty. someone complimented her hands once and she rubbed them with lime; she couldn’t dress herself for a month from the damage. hardcore but also kind of a trans lesbian mood.

- catherine of alexandria. was converted by a vision of the virgin mary and baby jesus.she was such a fucking icon. when she was 18, she went to yell at the king for persecuting christians, and he literally couldnt think of an argument so he summoned 5o philosophers. but she convinced them all and the king had them burned. he was like “wait she’s so smart and cool i want to kiss her!!” and he said he wanted to marry her????? she said no (big surprise) and he was pissed (as expected) so she was beaten and imprisoned. he left for a little while and when he got back, he found out his wife and an officer went to see her in her cell, and she converted them both along with a bunch of guards. genuinely iconic. all of them were condemned to death. she was killed with a catharine wheel which is named after her so i guess they just called it a wheel back then?? but when they put her on it, the thing broke and shot spikes into the crowd, killing people. legend. she was beheaded and her body bled white (???) and her body was carried by angels to mt sinai. (angels might refer to monks here but its unclear.) she was one of joan of arc’s voices. patron of philosophers, learning, students esp female students, libraries, young women and wheelwrights. she’s depicted as wearing a crown, holding a palm/book/sword and with jesus putting a ring on her finger.

okay im done cuz im tired but there are definitely more. these are just ideas. do with them what you will. but my top picks for trans tfw are dympna for sam, joan or agatha for dean, and dympna or agnes for jack. dean as agatha and jack as agnes DOES hit actually cuz babie girl could be aggy and like..... yeah. yeah.

If Sam was trans, she'd never stick with Samantha. Her choices would be:

Mary

The name of a female professor she had significant Feelings for, bit couldn't figure out if those feelings were gender envy or crush-y

A name inspired by queer history, such as Emily (Dickinson) or Virginia (Woolf)

A name from lore/the bible that she saw and fell in love with randomly

A name Jess liked and became very attached to

Clarice. Dana was too close to Dean... She had to settle for agent Starling over agent Scully. rip

#god this is long whoopsie #my bad #not to infodump but i have some thoughts your honor!!!

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