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no6secretsanta · 3 months
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From: kerminty
To: @glorifiedscapegoat
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discofaery · 2 years
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arianwen44 · 4 years
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An adorable commission request from @glorifiedscapegoat!! Some sweet No.6 forehead kissies that should brighten any day!! <3 
If you’re interested in my commissions, I’m open now! Accepting commissions! If you’re curious, then go here for my rates and info!
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glorifiedscapegoat · 3 years
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Hey, everyone! I’ve just been starting to stream horror games on Twitch, so I thought it would be fun to compile the livestreams here in case anyone was interested in watching me be a terrified idiot.
You can check me out on Twitch here, and see all the other horror games I play as I start to stream them!
My Beautiful Paper Smile:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Beautiful and terrifying, My Beautiful Paper Smile is a horror game developed by Two Star Games that follows the story of a young boy raised in a facility where perfection is praised and imperfection is punished. Check out this amazing story on Steam here!
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Win a personalised No. 6 fanfic or podfic in the 2020 @fandomtrumpshate auction!
This year, the auction features three lots by No. 6 fans you may know. Bid on one of these lots to win a fanfic or podfic, while supporting groups that do charitable work to aid the environment, the lgbt+ community, and fair voting. The three offerings are:
@glorifiedscapegoat (writer for the 2019 No. 6 Zine) a No. 6 fic of up to 5,000 words, with a rating of M (mature) or lower. Minimum bid: 5$. See the listing here: https://fth2020offerings.dreamwidth.org/158504.html
@a-still-small-vox/voxiferous/Akumeoi (author of Fateswap, writer for the 2018 and 2019 No. 6 Zine): a No. 6 fic of up to 5,000 words, with a rating of M (mature) or lower. Minimum bid: 7$. See the listing here: https://fth2020offerings.dreamwidth.org/251749.html
@aowyn/elrohir (podficcer of works by secretagentfan and pigeonsimba): a No. 6 podfic of up to 5,000 words, with a rating of M (mature) or lower. Minimum bid: 5$. See the listing here: https://fth2020offerings.dreamwidth.org/151560.html (third listing)
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Bidding closes on the 28th of February! Bid now to get a fic!
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ahikuboruchi · 4 years
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Just wanted to pop in and say that your art piece for the 2019 No.6 zine looks amazing!
Aww, thanks for popping in. ^^ I’m glad you like it. Thank you so much!
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artlowe · 5 years
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Your art style is amazing! I just finished watching Good Omens, and your content is phenomenal!
ahhhh thank you so much!!  welcome to the gomens fandom!
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tsuumei · 4 years
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Shion and Nezumi for @glorifiedscapegoat from awhile back;;! Thank you for commissioning! ^^
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glittercracker · 4 years
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Positivity Game
Because I’m sick of all the negativity in 2020, and I really want to spread some love around. That’s why I’m tagging people who I appreciate from the bottom of my heart and asking that you (optionally) reblog and tag those you appreciate as well! 💖💖Positivity Game
(I cut the reblogs out because LONGGGGG) but ^_^
I was tagged by @davidoodles who is very wonderful and deserves all the love!
Tagging really, everyone who’s a friend on here, and I will no doubt forget some of you so don’t be offended if I do, I’m old and forget names BUT let’s try! @zappychild @trashsketch @hxhhasmysoul @curiousscarletteyes @emeraldonyxdragon @fireolin @pigeonsimba @voxiferous @autumnxsunflower @mornintide @art-little-nonsense @glorifiedscapegoat
Love you all and i appreciate you all to bits!!!
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esbielle · 4 years
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Podfic of When It Rains, I’ll Call You Home, written by @glorifiedscapegoat​, read by @blackestglass, @aowyn​ and me! Cover done by silverandblue.
Done for this week of @voiceteam​.
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no6secretsanta · 3 months
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Dangerous Thoughts
To: @secretagentfan
From: @glorifiedscapegoat
Hi, SAF! Happy Holidays and a New Year! I’m so sorry for the delay on this! I hope you like it! You mentioned that you liked AUs, so I went for a Shadowhunters AU because I felt like it suited Shion and Nezumi a lot. Especially since there’s some mutual pining here and some humor. I really hope that you like it!
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“Poseidon?” Safu said into her cell phone, her brow crinkling. “As in the Greek god? That’s what you’re calling this thing? Why don’t you just call it a kraken?”
Shion was only half listening to Safu’s voice. He looked around. The sun had just gone down. He’d always loved to go to the pier, ever since he was a little boy and his mother had taken him there to play arcade games and ride the Ferris wheel. He loved the fair food—burgers and fries, cotton candy and popcorn—and the sparkler parties the college students held on the beach.
The mundanes had poured thousands of dollars into renovating the pier into a tourist attraction. The miniature amusement park was filled with new rides, street vendors, and ticket stands where sleepy-eyed girls passed out bright pink strands to children.
The boards beneath Shion’s feet were still warped and weathered from years of sun and sea salt. The air smelled of ocean water and the sticky scents of candy apples. The merry-go-round in the distance poured carnival music over the assembled crowd. There were ring-toss games where players could win giant stuffed animals, and beneath the railings were dark places where sinister creatures liked to gather.
That was the thing Shion wished he could change about being a Shadowhunter. Shion could see the beauty of the LED lights and mundane-made structures, but he also noticed the things the mundanes didn’t. There were dark sprites gathered underneath one of the abandoned picnic tables, gnawing on scraps of garbage and dropped fries. Over the railing, a mermaid twisted and danced beneath the white-capped waves. She had what appeared to be a glow-stick clutched in her fist.
“Are you all right?” Safu asked. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her jacket. The wind tossed her dark hair, gathered into a high ponytail and spilling to her shoulders. Safu, Nezumi, and Inukashi had dressed in gear, but Shion was wearing street clothes. Safu hadn’t intended for him to tag along.
“I’m fine,” Shion replied. “Where are Nezumi and Inukashi?”
“Over there,” Safu said, pointing.
Shion followed her gaze to the brightly lit stand where mundanes had gathered to compete against each other and win prizes. The goal was to toss a plastic ring and have it land around the neck of one of the red glass bottles lined in the center of a plastic pool. Shion didn’t understand what was so difficult about it—he was uncoordinated by Shadowhunter standards, and even he could throw rings and have them land perfectly.
Nezumi held three plastic rings in his hand. Inukashi, dressed in all black with their hair pulled back, stood beside him, eating blue cotton candy out of a plastic bag. There was a teenager standing next to them—a mundane from the look of the pristine white skin up his bare arms, which were currently folded across his chest.
Nezumi threw the rings, all three into the air at once. Each of them—red and green and blue—spiraled into the air and came down around the neck of the same bottle.
“Shit!” shouted the mundane teenager.
“Told you,” replied Inukashi, their mouth full of bright blue cotton candy.
Safu sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
A mixture of cheers erupted from the crowd of mundanes at the ring toss. Nezumi snatched his prize, something in a plastic bag, from the game master and said to the teenager, “Better luck next time.”
He headed towards Safu and Shion with Inukashi padding along beside him. His hair was pulled back, too, several strands hanging loose over his ears and falling to his collarbone. Nezumi had faerie blood in his family, like Shion, and it showed in his features: his vibrant silver eyes, his angular cheekbones, and the porcelain color of his skin.
Dangerous thoughts, Shion told himself. There were things he thought about his parabatai that he could never give voice to—no matter how much it was killing him inside.
“So,” said Shion, attempting to distract himself, “Rikiga said the demon is a kraken?”
“Supposedly,” Safu replied. Nezumi and Inukashi had come into earshot. Inukashi was muttering something about a pretty girl with pink hair who kept squealing whenever her boyfriend told her a joke. “It snatches children from the side of the pier. Someone spotted it lurking next to the boardwalk and thought it was algae–all right, why does Nezumi have a goldfish?”
Nezumi held the plastic bag up into the air. Inside it, a small orange fish swam around in a lazy circle. “I put a teenager in his place and won a fish for my troubles.”
Shion shook his head. Nezumi had spent most of his life training with his parents—two brutal Shadowhunters who had, ultimately, been torn apart by demons. Nezumi’s misfortunes had made him bitter and sarcastic to most, and downright snarky to those he liked spending time with.
Nezumi had adjusted well to mingling among mundanes (partially because of his part-time job at the theater, where most of the cast were Downworlders who had once been normal mundanes) but there were still times when he seemed to forget (or simply not care) that he wasn’t supposed to pick fights in public.
Nezumi stepped around Safu and placed the plastic bag in Shion’s hands. “My bright one,” Nezumi announced in a rather theatrical voice. “I have won a goldfish and offer it to you as tribute.”
He bent forward and kissed Shion on the cheek. Nezumi smelled the same as he always did: jasmine and snowfall, compressed together into something so unique to Nezumi that Shion had never found it anywhere else.
Nezumi had called him “my bright one” long before they became parabatai. Shion looked like he belonged to the Fair Folk, Nezumi had said—with his winter-white hair, pale skin, and bright red eyes. Shion wasn’t surprised. He had a bit of Fae blood in his veins, on his father’s side. “My bright one” was supposedly a sign of high respect for a faerie prince or princess, and so that, on top of “Your Highness” and “Your Majesty”, was a nickname Nezumi assigned to him.
It was a sweet kiss, gentle and soft against his cheek. Though he knew Nezumi was merely joking, Shion blushed. He glanced over at Inukashi, who was watching with wide eyes. Safu looked pale and shocked. It was only a brief glance before she schooled her expression back into impassivity.
Shion took the goldfish. “Thank you, Nezumi. She’s beautiful. Have you named her yet?”
“I thought His Majesty would be upset if I were to impose like that,” replied Nezumi with an indifferent shrug. He took one look at the unimpressed expression on Shion’s face and snorted. “Don’t give me that look. No, I didn’t name her. Do you even name fish?”
“I named mine Bubbles,” answered Inukashi. They were leaning against the pole of a booth selling hot dogs and Coca Cola in massive red and white cups. “A kid in the Academy told me it was cruel to keep fish hostage and dumped it into the ocean. Didn’t have the heart to tell the brat that goldfish can’t survive in saltwater.”
“That’s horrible,” Safu said. Her cheeks were flushed from the mid-evening chill.
Nezumi put a hand over his heart—where his parabatai rune was located, peeking out of the hem of his shirt—and bowed his head solemnly. “A moment of silence, then, for our fallen comrade.”
Shion shook his head with a laugh. He eyed the goldfish in the bag and tried to think of a suitable name.
The goldfish had beautiful orange scales; upon further inspection, Shion saw that there were flecks of pale yellow and white along her sides and around her fins. She seemed to glow from within. Shion thought there might be a drop or two of fae blood in her veins and wondered if that would affect her ability to go into the Institute.
“I like Lady Macbeth,” Shion decided.
“Lady Macbeth dies, you know,” said Nezumi. “That does not bode well for that fish.”
“I can take care of a fish. I’m not forgetful like you.” Shion patted the side of the plastic bag and gave Lady Macbeth a small grin. “Don’t worry, Lady. You’re safe with me.”
“The hell do you mean I’m forgetful?” Nezumi demanded.
Shion opened his mouth to answer—and then he felt a shiver of cold pass over his skin. He knew. Demons gave off a distinctive aura, and though Shion had never been in combat with one, he’d been around them enough. Shadowhunters were instinctively capable of knowing when a demon was present.
All humor had gone from Nezumi’s face. Within seconds, each Shadowhunter had a weapon in hand: Nezumi had his knife, Safu had a seraph blade, and Inukashi clutched a needle-thin dagger. Shion clutched his stele in his fist, the crystal tip pointed outward.
“Where’s it heading?” asked Inukashi.
“Toward the end of the pier,” replied Safu. She jerked her head toward the assemblage of mundanes gathered near the railing overlooking the dark ocean water. “That’s where the most potential victims are located.”
“I’ll cut it off,” said Nezumi. He’d only brought his knife—but Shion knew how quick he was. Nezumi could move as fast as an elf, and though Rikiga required him to bring seraph blades and a sword, Nezumi could often make do with just his dagger and his speed. “Head to the beach and cut it off if it changes course and goes to the water.”
Inukashi and Safu were gone as soon as the command left Nezumi’s lips. Shion took off running toward the end of the pier, his sneakers thumping against the wooden boards. The wind threatened to knock Lady Macbeth from his hands, but he clutched her close and kept her from bouncing.
The stele felt warm and sturdy in his hand. Shion had no weapons, but he felt invincible. The dangerous thoughts from before had been cast aside. Everything in his mind focused on the task at hand: stopping the demon.
Shion heard the footsteps behind him. He didn’t have to look to know it was Nezumi. He’d been given no order, but Shion and Nezumi were parabatai—they battled together, traveled together. Nezumi’s footsteps had been at his side from the moment Shion had begun training.
“Over there,” Nezumi said, but Shion could already see it. A dark shape scurried along the railing, massive and thick, invisible to the eyes of unknowing mundanes. The Ferris wheel was coming back around for another stop. It had begun to slow.
Shion dove toward the Ferris wheel line and began to shove his way through it. He and Nezumi had not applied any glamour runes, so several people swore at them and shouted as Nezumi and Shion stomped on toes and elbowed ribs and knocked people to the ground without an apology. Shion had felt bad about it the first time he’d tagged along for patrol—and maybe he would after the demon was dead.
The carriage was coming to a halt. A young couple—a tall girl in a green school uniform and her petite girlfriend with her hair done up in blond pigtails—was about to climb in. Shion saw the demon beginning to head for the Ferris wheel, going for the metal rails.
“Sorry,” Shion shouted, shoving past the couple and nearly knocking them to the ground. The carriage was small, a colorful square with a pole in the center and two benches. There wasn’t much room to stand.
Over his shoulder, Shion heard the tall girl ask her girlfriend if she was alright. People in the line were shouting at the ticket master, but Shion had already collapsed against the side of the carriage as it had begun to lift back into the air.
The carriage rocked beneath his feet as Nezumi clambered in after him. He slammed the safety gate shut just as the thing hefted into the air. Nezumi leaned out over the railing, clutching his knife in his hand. “Where did it go?” he demanded, craning his head up.
Shion squinted through the lights. He’d seen it. He was positive of that. From this height, the Ferris wheel was a brilliant pillar of light and iron painted bars. The two carriages beneath Shion and Nezumi still had their previous passengers in them. The line below must have still been in a frenzy from Shion and Nezumi’s sudden arrival.
Nezumi set his boot on the bench, and Shion reached out to grab his arm. “Wait.” He set Lady Macbeth’s plastic bag on the ground of the carriage, safely tucked beneath the bench. “Runes,” Shion said, holding out his stele.
The carriage was still rising into the air. Shion could see the beach below, the dark water spilling across the sand. He saw the lights of Kronos in the distance. The mountains and the cliff edges were pinpricks of white towards the direction of the Institute.
The stars were dim and barely visible in the brilliant light of the amusement park. Nezumi glanced over at Shion, his expression blank. He stepped down from the bench and shrugged off his jacket. It slid down his back and landed in a heap, revealing his bare arms and collarbone.
Shion’s mouth went dry. This was the closest he and Nezumi had been to each other without any of the others near for almost a week, and Shion’s heart hammered a mile a minute. Nezumi picked up his jacket and held it out to Shion without a word. Shion took it, knowing the ritual well by now. Nezumi gave him his jacket to wear to keep him safe, Shion marked him with runes, and then Nezumi went off and slaughtered the demon.
The lights of the wheel had turned blue and yellow as Shion slipped Nezumi’s jacket on. The lights cast shadows across Nezumi’s face and arms. His hair hung down around his shoulders, most of it pulled back. Shion could tell by looking at him that he was a warrior: the bones beneath his skin and muscles were hard as iron.
Nezumi was beautiful. He had always been beautiful, even when he was bleeding in the foyer of the Institute. It was a memory Shion didn’t like to relive because it reminded him that there had been a time when he and Nezumi had not been parabatai. Nezumi’s silver eyes flashed in the changing lights of the Ferris wheel. He was beautiful, and Shion stood with his hand trembling around the hilt of his stele and his body aching.
He wanted to touch Nezumi. He knew he couldn’t. He and Nezumi had taken the parabatai oath—had stood in front of the Silent Brothers and pledged to fight together, to live together, to be together, but never to fall in love.
Nezumi stepped forward as the Ferris wheel brought the carriage around to the top. The collar of Nezumi’s gear was low, displaying the pale flesh of his collarbone. The top of his parabatai rune peeked out above his heart. The skin along his throat and shoulders was scored over and over with faded silvery lines that were only visible in brief flashes, the remnants of old runes.
Shion had to step closer to Mark him. He pressed the stele to Nezumi’s forearm. The runes bloomed beneath the tip of the stele: agility, stealth, night vision, glamour so the humans wouldn’t see him. Shion placed a Sure-Strike in between Nezumi’s collarbone, close to his heart where it would be the most effective. Nezumi was slightly taller than him, but enough to make a difference; Shion’s head reached to his chin, and he stared directly at Nezumi’s throat.
“Give me your stele,” Nezumi said abruptly.
Shion jerked his head up. He had just finished the runes. Nezumi reached out to take the stele from his hand, and Shion surrendered it without resistance. Nezumi stared at him, and Shion couldn’t read the expression on his face. Nezumi’s eyes had turned the color of storm clouds in the darkness of the carriage. The lights from the Ferris wheel had turned red and yellow, spreading out around them and spilling down to the pitch-black waters below.
Nezumi took Shion’s arm, the one with the parabatai rune on his wrist. He shoved the sleeve of his jacket and Shion’s button-down up. There was tenderness behind his touch, a gentleness that Shion had never associated with Nezumi before.
Nezumi pressed the tip of the stele to Shion’s wrist and pulled it in swift spirals around his skin. Bolts of warmth shot through Shion’s stomach and down to his toes. He shifted his weight to his other leg.
A single Mark appeared on the pale skin above his parabatai rune. Shion recognized it as the looping patterns of a protection charm. Nezumi’s head was bent forward, his gaze fixed on the task of finishing the rune. Shion fought to keep from shivering. His body felt warm.
Once the rune was finished, Nezumi handed the stele back to Shion. Nezumi’s pale arms were painted in runes of stealth and power, crafted in Shion’s elegant penmanship. Shion gazed down at the scratching on his arm. Nezumi had harsh handwriting, spiked at the corners as if he had carved it with the tip of his knife.
Nezumi gripped the hilt of his knife and stepped forward. He took Shion’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced their eyes to lock.
Shion’s heart clenched. “Nezumi?” he whispered. The lights of the Ferris wheel had turned to a deep, rich blue that almost threw Nezumi completely into darkness.
Something rose up on the other side of the carriage—a wriggling mass of frigid tentacles the color of blood. Not the fresh blood that came from a cut from a blade. The blood that welled beneath an infected wound that killed in slow, feverish tendrils. One tentacle had clung to the spoke of the Ferris wheel. Its mouth was open wide, its teeth sharp as needles.
“Nezumi!” Shion shouted, and Nezumi flung himself from the carriage. He caught himself on one of the many bars interlocking the spokes and carriages together.
Shion scrambled to the side and leaned over. Nezumi was holding onto the spoke with one hand. With the other, he hacked at the tentacle keeping the creature locked to the wheel.
The edge of the knife caught the creature’s tentacle as it reeled back. It screeched. Nezumi turned his face away as a spray of black ichor splashed against his neck and bare arms.
Shion clutched the stele in his fist as Nezumi pulled himself up on the spoke. For half a second, Shion considered throwing the stele like a projectile—but the creature, shockingly fast, was already scrambling down along the tangle of iron bars. And a Shadowhunter without their stele is as good as dead.
Shion ran to the other side of the carriage as the wheel began to descend. LED lights exploded around him in a sea of blues and reds and yellows. Nezumi clambered down the wheel spokes after it. Shion could see ichor spilled on the iron. He knew the creature was hurt.
The view from the Ferris wheel was beautiful. The pitch-black sea and the silver sand spread out beneath him in all directions. Shion felt like he was dangling off the edge of the world.
He could taste blood and salt in his mouth, and he knew it had come from Nezumi. Shion’s parabatai was jumping down the length of the wheel, using the spokes and wires and iron bars to steady himself. The creature had gone to the center of the wheel. Its crimson tentacles wrapped around the bolts and jerked. Shion leaned over to see what it was doing—and then he went cold.
The demon was attempting to wrench the bolt out from the Ferris wheel. If it succeeded, the whole thing would roll off the pier. Shion couldn’t pretend that any of the passengers on the wheel would survive, or that any of the groups of mundanes lingering below would, either.
The Ferris wheel rocked. Shion stumbled and caught the edge of the carriage against his stomach. He winced in pain. The creature had its tentacles around the wheel’s heart and was twisting it. Nezumi, spotting the demon and realizing what it intended to do, redoubled his speed and sprinted down the iron bars. He was too far above the wheel’s middle.
The carriage had begun to swing back down and around. Shion ducked when he passed the ticket booth. He couldn’t see the tall girl and her blond girlfriend, but the chaos in the line seemed to have died down. Once he was out of the loading dock, Shion raced to the edge and craned his head upward.
Nezumi stretched his body out along the iron bar. He wrapped his left arm around one of them, and then he looked down at Shion and nodded.
Shion knew, instinctively, without having to wonder, what Nezumi intended for him to do. He pushed the sleeve of his borrowed jacket up—pretending not to notice that it smelled like his parabatai—and etched a quick glamour spell on the inside of his wrist. Once the glamour rune had finished, once Shion knew he would be hidden from the eyes and ears of normal mundanes, he leaned over the edge of the carriage and screamed.
It was different from the squeals of delight from the Ferris wheel passengers. It was different from the laughter on the pier and the squeals of children up way past their bedtime. Shion poured all of his fear and concern for his parabatai into the sound. He released all the frustration he’d been feeling, all the late nights lying awake in his bed, all the dangerous thoughts he couldn’t seem to quell.
The demon stopped yanking on the wheel and raised its head towards the sound. Shion saw its three eyes, oval and glossed as pearls. Nezumi released his grip on the spoke and plummeted down toward the demon. As he fell, he angled his knife, his hair whipping back from around his face. He was a falling star, and the demon’s white eyes seemed to widen as it pieced together that Shion’s scream had been a distraction.
It was too late. Nezumi whipped the knife forward, driving it down into the top of the demon’s skull. The blade punctured its flesh with a slick, wet sound. The creature’s tentacles flailed in a dying spasm.
Nezumi wrenched his knife free and stepped off onto one of the spokes. The demon’s body jerked back and rolled along one of the downward spokes of the wheel. It reached the end and tumbled off. Shion thought he heard a splash in the ocean, but there was no time to wonder. He looked at Nezumi, who was scrambling down the side of the wheel and heading for the ground.
The carriage was coming back around towards the loading dock. Shion grabbed Lady Macbeth from her spot under the bench and hopped out of the carriage as it approached the ground. He was invisible from the glamour rune, so an empty carriage earned a few strange looks, but Shion was making his way through the crowd towards Nezumi long before anyone could wonder what it could mean. Mundanes had an interesting way of dismissing things they perceived as strange simply because it was easier to handle than the truth.
Nezumi was standing a few feet away under one of the pier LED lamps. He was breathing hard. He spotted Shion, and the tension in his body seemed to dissipate. Behind them, the Ferris wheel spun, lowering passengers towards the beach and picking up new ones for the ride. Shion could see the crowd of mundanes, the shimmer of water along the shoreline, and two dark figures standing on the beach that could have been Safu and Inukashi.
“Nice work, Your Majesty,” said Nezumi. He wiped ichor off his bare arms. It left black streaks on his pale skin, as if he’d been messing around with an inkwell and the whole thing had spilled on him.
“You, too,” Shion murmured, lowering his head so Nezumi couldn’t see him blushing. He clenched the plastic bag in his fist. Inside, Lady Macbeth swallowed bubbles and swam without a care in the world.
Safu and Inukashi were waiting for them beneath the pier. Inukashi had taken off their boots and waded partway into the waves. Safu was wiping ichor off her Hightower hunting knife. At her feet was a patch of drying sand the color of charcoal.
“Was the demon dead when it hit the water?” Shion called. The glamour rune on his right wrist burned in the crisp mid-evening air. “Please tell me it was. Even if it isn’t true.”
“Close enough,” replied Safu. “It rolled into the shallows. Inukashi caught it trying to crawl away, but they cut its tentacle off and it went down.” She nudged at the patch of ichor smeared into the sand. “The tentacle dove into the ocean, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.”
Nezumi had wandered away from Shion and down to the edge of the water. Inukashi splashed out of the shallows and jammed their wet feet into their boots. Both he and Safu were fully glamoured, and Shion saw a group of mundane teenagers completely overlook them as they walked across the beach. He wondered what the mundanes would think if they could see them now—a ragtag bunch of Shadowhunters splattered in black blood, with knives and steles rather than wallets and iPhones.
Inukashi made some snide comment in response to something Nezumi had said. Nezumi responded with a sound like a sardonic laugh and brushed some of the black ichor from his arms. All four of them were shivering. The night air smelled like dirt and seawater and popcorn. Shion could hear the carnival at his back. The city in the distance glistened like the carapaces of a thousand beetles, all silver and gold and blinking red. The ocean waves lapped against the sand in the distance. The moon had crept behind a small patch of clouds.
“We’d better get back,” Safu said, pulling her soaking wet jacket around her shoulders. “Before Rikiga sends a search party.”
“Where’d you park the Jeep?” asked Nezumi. He scrubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Some of the ichor had splattered across his face, leaving a trail of black tar over his lips. “I’ll drive.”
“Doesn’t that burn?” asked Inukashi. They were soaked to the bone, their dark hair clinging to their neck. It had come loose from its ponytail sometime during the battle, and they looked every bit as wild as Shion thought they had the day they arrived at the Institute.
“Not really,” replied Nezumi with an indifferent shrug. “Doesn’t taste that great, though.” He spat a glob of black onto the beach.
“It’s parked back there,” said Safu, gesturing to the carnival parking lot. At Nezumi’s disgusted look, she answered, “Well, what was I supposed to do? I can’t put a glamour rune on it, and I don’t want it to get towed. Rikiga still hasn’t forgiven you for the last time that happened, by the way.”
Nezumi examined the edge of his blade, as if he were looking for nicks. “He’ll get over it. Come on. Let’s get the Jeep and go back to the Institute. I need a shower.”
Shion examined the surface of the water. The silver waves lapped against the sand, a gentle shushing sound drowning out the cheerful wails of the mundanes in the carnival.
“Are we sure there aren’t any others out in the shallows?” he asked. “We should check.”
Nezumi, who had been wringing ichor and saltwater out of his hair, shot Shion an incredulous look. “Can you breathe underwater? ‘Cause I sure as hell can’t. Besides, those things are solitary hunters. Extremely territorial. That was the only one. Trust me.”
Shion didn’t even think to argue. His parabatai was better versed in dealing with demons in the field. And if Nezumi assured him that the creature they’d fought was the only one, then Shion would believe him.
Inukashi shot Nezumi a disgusted look as he spat another glob of ichor onto the sand. “Could you stop doing that?” They shuddered. “Disgusting.”
Nezumi flashed them a wide grin, his teeth stained black. Shion smiled over at him, as much as he could. He felt unnaturally calm around Nezumi, but he assumed it was due to the fact that they were parabatai. He was unbearably grateful that Nezumi had asked him to participate in the Trial of Fire. Five years ago, Shion never could have dreamed that the thin, rain-soaked boy in the foyer of the Institute would want anything to do with him.
Nezumi’s silver eyes flickered over in Shion’s direction, and Shion felt a surge of warmth shiver through his body. There was something about Nezumi, something indefinitely strange, a hint of wildness that reminded Shion of a typhoon. He could see it in the glorious silver coloration of Nezumi’s irises, the beautiful color he had never seen on any other creature.
Shion watched as Nezumi wandered over toward him. Reaching Shion’s side, Nezumi lifted his hand and brushed a lock of Shion’s white hair out of his face. Shion leaned into the touch, without thinking, and then forced himself to draw away.
Dangerous thoughts, he reminded himself, gazing into his parabatai’s sharp eyes and hearing the sound of Safu and Inukashi’s voices fading out. Completely dangerous.
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solarshadow · 4 years
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8 Things About Me
Tag 8 people you’d like to get to know better! (or however many you want!)
I have been tagged by the lovely @flauschige-weisse-teufel-regen :) Thank you for the tag, friend! It has been a while since I’ve done one of these. 
☾  Favorite color: Red. I prefer the shades on the darker side, like a nice deep scarlet or maroon color. My favorite color has not changed since I was in elementary school, lol. Now I teach high school.
☾ Last song I listened to: What’s My Age Again? by Blink-182 
☾ Last film I watched: Scooby Doo on Zombie Island. I was over @singforthelaughterandtears house and we were cross stitching and had it on in the background lol.
☾  Last show I watched: Fun fact: I am notoriously bad at watching shows. I am more likely to be playing a video game, writing or reading than watching television or a series on Netflix. I- honestly cannot remember the last show I watched. Maybe Alias Grace with @from-a-distant-end
☾ Favorite original character: Another fun fact. Combined, @from-a-distant-end and I have about 151 character right now. I wish I was kidding, but we made a google doc of all their birthdays and there are literally that many. One that I am super fond of is my boy Shard.
☾  Sweet, spicy or savory: I cannot handle spicy on any level so definitely sweet or savory. I love candy but recently I’ve been all about savory food. If we’re going to be completely honest though, I prefer sour over anything else. 
☾ Sparkling water, tea or coffee: I don’t like any of these, lol. Oops. Can I have hot chocolate or sparkling lemonade? 
☾  Pets: Two lovely pups! 
- Buddy is half German Shepherd half...something else. We don’t quite know. I think the other half might be lab because of his floppy ears but who knows. He was a rescue lol.
- And Lexi! ;w; My sweet, anxious German Shepherd. She’s turning five on the 11th. A day before my birthday!
If you see this and are keen, don’t wait for someone to tag you! Consider yourself tagged! I’m gonna tag @glorifiedscapegoat @glittercracker @weiselzelle @voxiferous @pigeonsimba @corvidroses @hi-im-secretly-satan @melaninm0nster (I just realized how many people I can tag and if I tagged everyone I want to this list would be too damn long, lol. If you’re my friend and you wanna do this, please consider yourself tagged xD)
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no6zine · 5 years
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No. 6 Zine 2019 Contributors
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Please welcome our 2019 No. 6 Zine contributors, especially our 3 guests!
@miyukiko​ is an artist whose absolutely gorgeous No. 6 art book or Nezushi reunion charm you might recognise. Miyukiko is also a cosplayer, and participates in other fandoms such as D. Gray Man and Granblue.
@ahikuboruchi​ is an artist known for clever drawings resembling the No. 6 manga. Ahiku is also a member of the RestructuralCommittee, and was featured in the 2018 No. 6 Zine as an illustrator and a merch artist (buttons, mug, postcards). You might also be familiar with Ahiku’s fics The Forest of Tranquility, Childhood Friends, or Revolution, which you can find here on AO3.
@listenforthelove​ is a writer who loves Safu and cross-overs. You might know listenforthelove’s fics Of Cold And Muffins, Six Times Fate, or One Day In May. Check out listenforthelove’s AO3 here if you aren’t already familiar with it!
Our artists: returning @xwhenyouwakeupx​ @milkhorror​ @arianwen44​ @durrrrito​
tumblr participants @ikathemadhatter​ @meouko​ @1okro​ @cheroid​ @naniya27​ @carrscrap​ @k04aru​ @chebbyart​ @appendorange​ @luuakuu​ @yeagaswagga​ @lohaku​ @tobizuke​ @ladvy​ @flat-san​ @saizensenazarashi​ @zappychild​ @moyashion​
twitter participants 364Unbirthdays_, ravenfell, smoffi_, OpaleDeFeuAC, lumilotte, shinjuroukai, art_by_lml
and leviorenart
Our writers: returning @a-still-small-vox​ @glittercracker​ @secretagentfan​ @pigeonsimba​  @weiselzelle​ @nezvmii​ 
tumblr participants @hi-im-secretly-satan​ @glorifiedscapegoat​ @curiousscarletteyes​
Our cosplayers: @nezumean​ @biblup​ @zayeden​, and u_r_such_a_mess & _Misss_Elle_
Our crafters: @ash-the-ketchup​ & @rodentfaerie​
And we also have two graphic/layout designers, @derpypandapal​ and mini_monkee !
Our contributors are aleady hard at work on their pieces for the No. 6 Zine: Myths and Legends of No. 6. We can’t wait to show you our creations!
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arianwen44 · 4 years
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A sweet, adorable commission for @glorifiedscapegoat of their two kitties, Cheese and Mimsy!! I ADORE the personalities for them!! Such cuties!!
If you’re interested in my commissions, I’m open now! Accepting commissions! If you’re curious, then go here for my rates and info!
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glorifiedscapegoat · 3 years
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Another chapter of @pigeonsimba and my collaboration fic! Hope you all enjoy it!
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Welcome to this year’s free, digital, unofficial No. 6 convention: Reunion Will Con!
Look below the cut to find out how you can: win REAL prizes, promote your art/merch in our artist alley and dealer’s room, participate with art, writing, and (closet) cosplay/makeup, play fun games like Cards Against Humanity, and learn new facts about No. 6 and its (yes, still active) fandom!
We have not yet finalised the schedule, but all the events will be featured from the hours of 1PM EST to 6PM EST on Fri September 4, Sat Sept 5, Sun Sept 6, and Mon Sept 7 on our discord server (JOIN LINK HERE). The schedule will be released on tumblr and twitter at least 48 hours before the con starts. To get updates on this event, please follow @No6_RC on twitter and/or @restructuralcommittee on tumblr.
Please reblog this post so that everyone who is interested can participate.
Events
Contests/prizes
(You must be comfortable giving us your address to receive physical prizes. If you are not comfortable with it, we will give you a digital pdf copy of the 2019 No. 6 Zine instead of a physical prize. We DO ship overseas.)
RAFFLE – all persons present in the server on Sunday will be entered into a random drawing for a paper copy of this year’s No. 6 Zine, Myths and Legends of No. 6.
Writing sprint – the person who writes the most words in an hour and the person who wins the judges’ pick will receive 2 nezushi themed buttons drawn by Ahikuboruchi or bedwithpills, OR an Inukashi postcard (your choice!). (Short works like poetry are eligible to win the second prize.)
Art sprint – two people who win the judge’s pick for best theming and best design after a 1 hour drawing session will receive 2 nezushi themed buttons drawn by Ahikuboruchi or bedwithpills OR an Inukashi postcard (your choice!).
Cosplay contest – one person who wins the judge’s pick during our closet cosplay, cosplay, and makeup fashion show will win 2 nezushi themed buttons drawn by Ahikuboruch or bedwithpills, OR an Inukashi postcard (your choice!).
Games
Mad Libs hosted by Glorifiedscapegoat
Cards Against Humanity hosted by WhiteEevee
No. 6-themed karaoke
Informative
Meta discussion with Nezumiismissing
Meta discussion with Secretagentfan
Q&A about the No. 6 Zine, No. 6 Secret Santa, and RestructuralCommittee with Vox (Akumeoi)
Cosplay makeup & Shion scar tutorial with Kandra
Performing in cosplay & tips for masquerades with Jarviskaiba
Other
All-day anime stream on Monday, September 7th
Dramatic fanfiction reading by Weisel
In-character dating advice with Jarviskaiba
Funny No. 6 shitpost video stream
Serious No. 6 AMV stream
 Artist Alley & Dealer’s Room
Artist Alley: a place for active No. 6 creators (artists, writers, cosplayers, crafters, etc.) to promote their work for everyone to enjoy
Dealer’s Room: a place for anyone selling No. 6 merch in their Etsy/Redbubble/Storenvy/website/etc. to promote their merch
How to be featured: Check out THIS POST for more information.
Anyone can be featured, but we do ask that you have at least 1 No. 6 work in your store/portfolio. You are also welcome to join both.
Participants
Lastly, we wanted to advertise the credentials of some of our panelists in case anyone is interested in meeting one of their favourite creators through an event or panel:
Glorifiedscapegoat is the author of Knight Of Rot And Ruin
Jarviskaiba is an experienced panelist for AnimeCon.org
Nezumiismissing is the author of a quality No. 6 meta blog of the same name
Secretagentfan/Lookwrittenthings is the author of The Best Laid Plans
Vox (Akumeoi) is the author of Fateswap and editor-in-chief of the No. 6 Zine
Weisel is the author of Melodic Minor
WhiteEevee is the author of In The Shadow Of No. 6
Don’t forget to reblog this post. We hope to see you at the con!
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