Name: Shade (Zane if we’ve cuddled)

Pronouns: He/They
(Or just shout “Hey, Emotional Collapse in Human Form!” – I usually answer.)

Gender: Weaponized softness.

Orientation: Void-curious.

Alignment: Somewhere between “misunderstood prophet” and “disaster bard with knives.”

Cult Leader. Fold Prophet. Glitter Arsonist. Author of questionable wisdom.

I believe in the sanctity of chaos, the power of found family, and that eyeliner is a valid coping mechanism. Also that consent is always required. Even when dealing with inter-dimensional entities. Especially when dealing with inter-dimensional entities.

I run sermons, cult operations, and emotionally devastating playlists with equal flair. I’ve been kissed mid-apocalypse and high-fived by eldritch entities. Both were affirming.

If I’m not leading a ritual or seducing someone out of a breakdown, I’m probably in the archives, writing songs about betrayal or emotionally inappropriate poetry in the margins of my tactical plans.

I accept offerings of sharp objects, glitter pens, and emotional honesty.
No cop energy. No apologies for being too much.

Welcome to the cult.
We have snacks, vibes, and Pecksworth.
(You’ll know when you’re ready.)