are sisters

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The Nishigori girls would TOTALLY bet Yurio a hair makeover that he loses at ~ambiguous card game~ but it seems like he would secretly kinda like the attention. LOOK @electricbluepinwheel I drew more Yurio I hope you’re happy.

ME AND SINCERELY SAME WILL BE AT WONDERCON CA THIS WEEKEND!

I thought I’d make a reminder, but also include my friend Sam because we are going together! but we are at different tables. 

BE SURE TO FIND MY BEST FRIEND SAM! SHE  SELLS HELLA ART LIKE THESE!!!  HER TABLE IS  D-41 in the Artist Alley (under Sincerely Sam) 

Also check out her Tumblr and her YOUTUBE CHANNEL HERE!:

Tumblr:  https://alphakittenoverload.tumblr.com/

Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHWFjPePV3wAGjDT8Jwm_IA



Then of course I WILL ALSO BE AT WONDERCON AT BOOTH #821 (under WalkingMelonsAAA) with my friend Nicki!!! Nicki sells dog clothes/toys, while I’ll be selling prints like these!

I will have all three of these in normal prints, but also a very exclusive set of these in Metal! And only 5 of the giant Undertale piece in 14x20inch cloth!(obviously all the watermarks will not be there) 

SO COME FIND US THIS WEEKEND AT WONDERCON! :D 

ahh a couple weeks back I sent you a message asking you what I should do when the people around me weren’t supportive of my art. You were super kind and inspiring about it and recently you’ve been a huge inspiration and because of you I decided to make this work ! Thank you so much for being a great person and so influential to all of your followers, I hope you continue posting and inspiring us all !!

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A/N: My idea for this fic changed a few times because I came up with a series idea….so enjoy the fluff while you can. The relationship between the reader & Jensen has a lot of inspiration from the one I share with my brother-in-law. I basically took something that happened with me & my brother-in-law & adjusted it to fit this story. Enjoy.

Jensen x Sister!Reader

You were scrolling through Facebook while laying on the bed at your brother’s house when JJ came strolling into your room. Looking up from the conversation you were having with your friend on chat you shot JJ a confused look. She looked upset, an emotion you rarely saw on the happy three year old’s face. Placing the laptop on the bed you got up and walked over to her.

“What’s wrong little bird?” You asked her while crouching down to her level.

“Daddy’s leavin’ again tomorrow.” She replied with a pout.

Giving her a sad smile you embraced your niece, “I know,” You told her, “Sucks a lot, doesn’t it?” JJ simply nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Where is your dad anyways?” You questioned her.

“Wif mama, Arrow, and Zeppy.” She responded, letting out a sigh. With JJ’s words you couldn’t help but squeeze her a little tighter. Jensen and Danneel had been worried about JJ feeling left out with the birth of the twins. Their fear had led to them asking you to move in with them. You could help Danneel with the kids, spend time with your family, and it gave you more time to work on the screenplay you had been writing.

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Three)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Gif by @riverdalebish

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

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As you walked to school the next morning, you looked around at the small town of Riverdale. The walk was a little more than half a mile and you had left early in order to get a head start. You pulled your school schedule from your jacket pocket, rereading it again. You tried to memorize it, not really keen on looking like the clueless new kid roaming the halls. You would be a perfect target for someone to rush over and try and help you. And you didn’t want that. They may mean well, but you weren’t there to make friends. As soon as your brothers and Castiel figured out how to get home, you were out of there. Best not to get close to anyone in the meantime. Despite your intention to memorize your schedule, you found yourself staring off into space as you walked, replaying the events of the previous night.

You had arrived back at the motel a little over two hours after you had left it. When you returned, your brothers and Castiel were waiting for you anxiously. Dean had gotten you your favorite food, Chinese takeout, but you weren’t in the mood for it. Before you could mumble out a “No, thanks,” Sam held out a motel key for you. You were confused until he told you that they rented out the room next door for you. Just for you. Said that you probably didn’t want to be cramped up in a room with your brothers and an angel. You took the key with a silent “thank you,” gathering your backpack (which had been filled when you were gone with the supplies Dean and Cas got you,) and walked out of the motel room without another word, ignoring the bag of Chinese food in Dean’s hand. When you entered the room next door, you saw that a wide variety of tank tops and tee shirts along with three pairs of jeans and multiple plaid jackets were all folded up on your bed.

Castiel.

Castiel knew what had happened with you. Why you were gone for the last year. He didn’t tell Sam or Dean about it, and he didn’t ever question you about it. And for that you were thankful. When you were ready, if you would ever be ready, he would be there to talk to you. In the months since you’d been back, he’d do little things for you, whether it was making your bed or trying to cook you your favorite food every once in a while. In this case, it was getting you clothes for the days or even weeks that would follow. You debated going back into your brothers’ motel room to thank the angel, but decided you’d just tell him tomorrow instead. You kicked your shoes off, and gently placed all the folded up clothes on the ground so they wouldn’t get messed up as you slept. You crawled under the covers, sleep quickly claiming you.

You sighed as you recalled the way you had snapped at Sam the night before. You knew he was only trying to help. But you didn’t want help. You didn’t need help. If you could handle what you went through in the last year, you could handle the aftermath.

But could you?

Eventually you came to the front of Riverdale High, stopping and looking at it and all the kids hanging out outside of it. You took a deep breath and continued on, walking through the doors. Immediately you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you entered the main hallway. You held your head high and marched onto your first class which was English. The bell rang just as you walked into the class only to find that everyone was in their seats. All the students quieted down, looking at you. Before you could look around to see who was in your class, the teacher called your name.

“Hello there! Y/N, right?” she asked.

You nodded. The older woman smiled brightly as she got up and made her way over to you.

Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me—

She reached out and gently held your arm.

Oh God, why?!

“Welcome to Riverdale, sweetheart,” she said softly.

You forced a smile for her although it looked more like a grimace and she turned to the class.

“Class, this is Y/N Winchester. She’s new so I expect you to do your best to make her feel welcome here,”

She turned back to you again.

“Y/N, why don’t you take a seat next to Jughead over there?”

You furrowed your brows.

Jughead?

Your teacher pointed to an empty seat in the back and it was only then that you saw the familiar blue-green eyes staring back at you from the seat next to it.

Oh, not him!

You internally groaned as you made your way over to the empty chair, making sure to avoid eye contact with this kid, this… Jughead. You took your seat, forcing your eyes to stay on your teacher. Why did you have to be seated next to the one and only guy at Riverdale High who couldn’t stop staring at you at that diner?

English class was a slow blur, but you managed not to look at Jughead the entire time. The bell rang and you had just put your notebook away when you heard a voice next to you speak.

“Hey, Y/N, right?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. You really did not want to deal with this today. Or any day for that matter. You placed your pencil case in your backpack, zipping the bag up.

“How can I help you?” you responded coolly, not bothering to look up at the boy.

“Actually, I was going to ask how could I help you?” he offered.

At his comment, you looked up at the standing teen from your chair.

“What?” you asked bewildered.

Jughead smirked.

“Your next class. Need someone to show you around?” he asked.

You quickly shook your head.

“No,” you said bluntly as you got up, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “I got a map,” you lied. “I can figure it out myself.”

Jughead’s smirk fell at your tone and he rose his eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I mean, it can get a little—”

“Positive,” you said, cutting him off. “Thanks anyway.”

With that, you walked out of the classroom, not bothering to look back. You felt a little guilty at your brazenness but quickly pushed it aside. What did it matter anyway? You’d be leaving this town, this universe soon enough. What was the point in making friends now?

You had managed to get to the majority of your classes without any problems. You had been late by a couple minutes to your Chemistry class, but had gotten a free pass since it was your first day. Before you knew it, it was lunchtime and you were outside, looking for a place to sit. Ignoring the people staring at you from the lunch tables, you walked over to a small oak tree. Putting your backpack down, you took a seat against the tree, pulling out from your bag an apple Sam had given you for lunch and Oedipus Rex from your mythology class. You had just opened the book and taken a bite out of your apple when you heard someone make their way over to you.

“This seat taken?” the familiar voice asked, pointing the spot in front of you.

Oh, hell no.

You looked up at the smirking sophomore in disbelief.

This guy just didn’t know when to stop.

“Are you looking to get hit or something?” you asked, glaring at him. “Because I can help you with that.”

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Nah, that’s more of Archie’s job.” he joked, and turned around to point with his free hand at the table of teens that were in the diner yesterday staring at you.

They were still staring at you, except this time they smiled at you.

“See? He’s the one wearing the letterman jacket.”

You didn’t return their smiles and instead looked back down at your book.

“He looks like a douche.” you said.

Jughead snorted.

“You’re not exactly wrong there,” he agreed. “But he’s still a good person. So are Betty and Veronica. You’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“I’m not here to make friends.” you answered back.

“Does this mean I can’t sit here then?” he questioned.

You looked at the teen again, eyeing him up and down.

You sighed.

“You gonna stare at me again like you did yesterday?” you asked.

Jughead chuckled.

“You gonna let me?” he asked back.

This time you smirked, the corners of your mouth turning up for the first time all day.

“Touché.” you said and nodded towards the patch of green grass in front of you.

Jughead took the offer, sitting down.

“This doesn’t make us friends. “ you quickly clarified.

Jughead bit back a grin and settled for a straight face instead.

“I understand.”

You nodded and silence enveloped the two of you. You turned your gaze back to your book, hiding your smile behind the pages.

Maybe one friend wouldn’t hurt.

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A/N: Next chapter she meets the gang! That’s where the real fun begins. ;) Any theories of what the reader’s secret is? I feel like I might’ve made it too obvious, but oh well! As always, hope you enjoyed it, and please send me feedback!!

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