mama josie

anonymous asked:

Ok, so I had this cute idea in my head all week and like, what if after defeating one of their villains, Cat Noir finds a lost kitten and decided to take it in. And the kitten is this little black cat with big, bright eyes and he buys her this little red collar with a ladybug tag and names her Bugby and she's just this tiny little thing that likes to play with his bell and climb on top of him. (Just a shy, rambling watcher. Love your art and hope you feel better!)

good luck trying to pry that away from him, natalie

also, i am feeling better, thank you! still not one hundred per cent, but at least i get a break at the end of next week to go home so i can take it easy for a little while.

timidcrow  asked:

Lavellan x Josephine for 4, 14 and 17. Your art is so soft. <3

I’m sorry this took so long!!!! *weeps* anyway here they are featuring my own inquizyy, myriani‘s Aisling, and ribbonandcrown‘s Luthien because I didn’t have a Lavellan that romanced Josie

4. Forehead Kiss

had to do at least ONE platonic kiss soooo….here have mama Josie helping heal my pitiful lavellan’s broken heart aha;;;;;;

14. Kiss Along The Hips

myriani‘s Aisling Lavellan~

17. Goofy Kiss

ribbonandcrown‘s Luthien Lavellan

Supernatural Recap: "Mother's Little Helper"

Previously on Supernatural: Dean did this secret handshake thing with a guy from the Bible and ended up getting branded with the “Mark of Cain.”

“…and then we lean forward and each grab the other’s ankle, right?”

Currently on Supernatural

A lady comes home from the grocery store to find her husband watching golf infomercials on the teevee. “What’s on the menu?” he asks, like she’s his maid. “Meatloaf,” she tells him. He complains about that, so she picks up a candlestick and beats his head in. It would have been funnier if it had been a golf club.

“I’m making meatloaf… OUT OF YOUR FACE!”


Sam’s about to leave the Lair O’ Letters, then stops to tell Dean that he’s going to Illinois to figure out why this lady bashed in her husband’s brains. Dean doesn’t think it sounds very supernatural, so he decides to stay home and look for Abaddon. He starts by looking in a bottle of whiskey.


Sam drives the Impala (now free of Enochian symbols) up to Illinois to talk to the sheriff. The sheriff doesn’t seem especially silly or twitchy, so we know he’s not in on the evildoing this week. Sam smoothly asks stuff like, “Did you notice a smell of sulfur at the crime scene?” And the sheriff’s like, “No, I sure didn’t, Agent Crazypants,.” He then takes Sam back to the murderous wife’s cell, only to discover she’s hanging by a makeshift noose from the ceiling. Her fingers are still dripping blood from where she used them to scratch graffiti into the walls. Sam and the sheriff stand there just looking at her. Nobody wants to rush in there and see if she’s not beyond resuscitation, apparently.

“Eat your heart out, Banksy!”


Dean is elbow-deep in books when he gets a call from Sam. “How’s Mrs. Manson doing?” Dean asks. “Dead – hung herself in her cell,” Sam says. Coincidentally, she also hanged herself. He says there was no sulfur, no funky EMF readings, no signs of a demon. Dean wishes Sam luck on his totally mundane-sounding case, then turns his attention to the whiskey bottle before him. By now it’s empty and somewhat alcoholic, just like Dean. It makes him feel all introspective and stuff, which means it’s time for flashbacks.

He remembers Cain’s words to him: “With the mark comes a great burden.” He remembers using the First Blade to lop off Cuthbert’s head. Mm, yeah, that felt good. The trembling hand of his memories becomes the trembling hand of the present. Dean is messed up, yo.

He picks up his phone, calls somebody, then quickly hangs up. He grabs one of his eighteen jackets and heads out.


Back to the small Illinois town of murder and mayhem. A teenaged boy hitchhikes along a dark country road, having apparently never seen a horror movie in his life. He’s on the phone with his girlfriend when a helpful motorist stops. “A van’s pulling up,” he tells her. Looking up, he recognizes the driver. “Oh, hey, I didn’t realize this was your ride, Mr. Richey!” He’s all smiles, but as soon as he gets into the van the screams and the regret start. A bluish white light can be seen from the back windows. “St. Bonaventure” is painted on the back panels.

“I pray, please don’t mention me in a Supernatural episode 800 years from now!”


Sam stops in at the local diner, where he partakes of a fresh salad, as is his wont. Somehow, he and his nine-foot-tall body can subsist on meals that would leave guinea pigs starving. The hitchhiking kid from the last scene stomps into the diner, looking all surly. “Be with ya in a minute, Bill,” says the waitress. Bill doesn’t wait before grabbing food from somebody’s plate and cramming it into his mouth. The waitress scolds him, but he just sasses her right back. Sam is taken aback. “She works hard for the money, so you better treat her right!” Billy Boy grabs a knife and stabs the waitress in the hand. Sam springs into action and knocks the kid out. Can he get that salad to go?

At the jail, Billy joins a bunch of other wackos in the cell block. Some of them sit quietly in their cells, others practice their graffiti skills with the bloody nubs of their fingers. Seems like the sheriff would cuff those people so they couldn’t hurt themselves, but maybe not. The sheriff says they’d been acting weird for days leading up to this. As soon as the sheriff is out of sight, Sam spritzes Billy Boy with some holy water. The kid grunts like an angry gorilla, but displays no outwardly supernatural symptoms. “Why are you doing this?” Sam asks. “Because I want to, and I can,” Billy says. He’s like those annoying kids with “affluenza.”


Sam calls Dean while looking over some surveillance pictures. Dean is hard at work at a bar, because he’s depleted the LOL’s stores of booze. Sam fills him in on the case, saying the people were violent and aggressive. “Sounds like you’re at a Gold’s Gym,” Dean says. “Yeah, except it’s less steroid-induced and more Basic Instinct,” Sam says. Then a thought occurs to him: “It’s kinda like me… soulless me.”

Soulless Sam

Dean points out Sam didn’t go on murderous rampages, so Sam explains away the lack of continuity by saying everybody reacts differently. Sam wants Dean to come up and help him, but Dean would rather wallow in beer.

As soon as Dean ends the call, Crowley slinks up behind him. “You’re lying to Sam like he’s your wife,” he says. “That kinda makes me your mistress!” Dean rolls his eyes so hard he can almost see the back of his own skull.  


 Sam is looking at a picture of the St. Bonaventure van when he overhears an older lady talking to one of the deputies. “Those demons are back,” she insists. The deputy, of course, doesn’t believe her, but Sam takes her over to a quiet corner of the station so they can talk. Her name is Julia, and she’s quite the spitfire, and has great taste in hats. She notices that he doesn’t think it’s weird she’s talking about demons. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” she asks. A demon? No! But she means the Men of Letters, some of whom came to this very town in 1958. “They were a lovely couple,” she says.

Flashback to 1958, when Julia was Sister Julia, complete with wimple. One night, Henry Winchester and Josie Sands showed up at the door, dressed as priest and nun. “We’re from the Office of the Inquisition,” Henry said. The music’s all, “Dun DUN DUN!!!!” because OMIGOD Abaddon! She’s not Abaddon yet, tho.


Dean racks his balls. Because he’s playing pool. Crowley taunts him for a while about not finding Abaddon yet. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re stalling,” he says. Dean ignores him, so Crowley prattles on. “Just between us girls, how did you feel when you sunk the First Blade into Magnus’s head?” Technically, that was his neck. “Not half as good as I’m gonna feel when it’s yours,” Dean grumbles. Crowley talks about Dean’s power and virility while handling one of his balls. I am not making this shit up. But he thinks Dean is stalling because he’s afraid. Dean tries to smirk in a powerful and virile way, but it comes out more like a little lip tremble.


Sam is stunned to learn that Julia met Grandpa Winchester and Josie. They went to the convent to investigate a nun who had killed two people before taking her own life. “So I took them to see Mother Superior and Sister Agnes,” Julia says.

Flashback. Josie is wearing a fair amount of lipstick and mascara for a nun. Sister Julia leads her and Henry to the deranged nun’s sleeping quarters. On their way, they argue about the sexism of the age, and about how annoying it is to have to do “fieldwork” before their final initiation into the Moose Lodge. Henry worries what will become of John if something happens to him. (Spoiler: He grows up to kill monsters and have male models for sons!) “I don’t expect you to understand; you don’t have a family,” Henry says, then immediately apologizes for being a jerk. Somehow, Sister Julia manages not to overhear any of this. Josie notices a mysterious symbol carved into the deranged nun’s walls, along with the remnants of bloodstains. “It’s pre-Enochian,” she says. It looks like a lollipop on top of a mountain. “It’s a crest [for the] Knights of Hell.”

Knights of Hell

Julia’s flashback picks up later that night. She’s reading in bed when she hears something that sounds like somebody being dragged forcibly up the stairs. She gets up to check and sees that this is exactly what’s going on. Odder still, it’s the Mother Superior doing the dragging, and her eyes are all black. Sister Agnes pops up behind Julia and punches her. Mama said knock you out!

Julia wakes up bound and gagged in the basement, along with several other people in the same predicament. She watches helplessly as Sister Agnes takes captives into another room, followed by bursts of that bluish white light. Just before it’s Julia’s turn, Henry and Josie burst into the room and start flinging holy water at the possessed nuns. Remember when demons supposedly could only possess people who had some weakness they could exploit? Josie frees herself and hides while Henry and Josie exorcise the nuns. They start chanting at the Mother Superior, but she just looks at them like, “Bitch, please.” She knocks out Henry, then turns to Josie. “You hunters are always sticking your noses where they don’t belong,” she says. Josie blabs that they’re not hunters, but Men of Letters. Oops.

Mama Superior goes over to the unconscious Henry and is about to possess him when Josie stops her. “Take me,” she begs. Mama Superior thinks that Josie is in lurve with Henry, and she doesn’t correct her. “Please take me, you have my permission,” Josie says. Mama Superior scoffs. “Abaddon takes what she wants!” It was bad enough that Abaddon is a murderous demon, but now she talks about herself in the third person? Bleh! She smokes into Josie’s body, then instructs Sister Agnes to keep up with the good work.


Back to Dean’s one-pub pub crawl. He and Crowley argue about how he’s nothing like Cain, and he only kills for a reason. Then Crowley excuses himself to have a tinkle, leaving Dean to remember some of the sexy faces he made when Magnus placed the First Blade in his hand.

“Mm… that’s good bone.”

When he snaps out of it, he notices a guy at the bar praying the rosary. The music gets scary, so Dean knows something bad is about to happen. This is further confirmed when the guy takes a knife from his jacket in a not-at-all-subtle way and heads towards the restroom. Dean follows him and says he knows what he’s up to. The guy is a hunter, and he wants to off Crowley. Dean talks him out of it, basically saying he’s just going to get himself in trouble.

Dean waits for Crowley outside, then calls him out for lying. “Demons don’t take leaks,” he says. What happens to all the stuff they drink and eat? Does it just accumulate inside their meatsuit indefinitely? Crowley was in the john, partaking of a little human blood. He says he’s embraced his addiction, unlike Dean. Dean stomps off into the night. Before he’s even gotten across the street, the newbie hunter joins Crowley. “For a second, I thought he’d made me,” he says. “He has other things on his mind,” Crowley says. He brags about Dean saving his life, but it seemed more like Dean was trying to save the supposed hunter. Maybe Crowley is a wee bit delusional.


Sam pokes around Bonaventure Convent, and it’s exactly as creepy as you’d expect an abandoned convent to be. He finds a shelf in the basement, laden with glass jars, each containing a glowing ball of energy. Mr. Richey jumps him from behind, but Sam quickly dispatches him with his trusty demon-killing knife. Sam’s probably thinking, “Whew, good thing my guard was up!” when Sister Agnes pops up and throws him across the room. She grabs his knife. “Souls are a very precious and fragile thing,” she says. “Break one of those [jars] and them little buggers fly right back home!”

Best place to store “precious and fragile things” is in glass jars on a rickety old shelf.

Also, for some reason, Agnes is still dressed like a nun even though the convent is closed. Instead of just killing Sam, she whines about how hard her job is. Somehow, Abaddon saw into the future some 60+ years ago when this scheme started, and decided to start stealing souls to turn into demons, so that she could take the throne from Crowley. “We have factories spread throughout,” Agnes says. And yet, nobody’s noticed all this nutso cuckoo soulless people running around. She says she’s going to take Sam’s soul, too, which seems like something demons shouldn’t be able to do willy-nilly. Why would they have ever bothered with contracts?

Anyway, Sam starts up with the Latin, so Agnes chokes him. Luckily, Sam has the whole thing recorded on his phone and plays it back so he can exorcise her demon. He tosses it across the room. While she’s busy trying to grab the phone, Sam gets his knife back and stabs her. His next job is to open up all those jars.

Billy is in his cell when his soul comes flitting back to him. He watches as other souls make their way through the cell block and to their respective owners. Presumably, the souls that belong to dead people just end up trapped in the “veil” like Kevin. Sucks to be you, souls.


The next morning, Sam wraps things up with Julia. There’s still the small matter of continuity, you see. Why didn’t Julia warn Henry about Abaddon?

She has a flashback to the day that Henry and “Josie” left the convent. The freshly possessed Josie warned her to keep quiet, and she did. “I was ashamed,” she says in the present. She left the convent soon after. “What you shared with me saved lives,” Sam tells her. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” She watches as he drives away, and it reminds her of how she watched as Henry and Josie drove away as she stood silently by.


Sam returns to the LOL to find Dean digging through stacks of files. He picks up a stack of files, too, and takes a seat at the table next to Dean. “You were right about finding Abaddon ASAP,” he says. “She’s mining souls… to create an army.” Dean looks surprised, like Sam maybe didn’t call him before heading home to fill him in on the details. Shouldn’t they hop online and start searching for similar murders? Instead, they sit in silence and read. That’s our thrilling cliffhanger to hold us over until April 15!


I give this episode…

3 out of 5 Hellhounds and…

1 flippy little hair curl.