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🫖 Today’s Tea: The Void Is Not a Morning Person

2025-07-08

Cult
It’s come to our attention that several cultists—I mean followers—have reported the Void making “deep sighing noises” during morning rituals.

We’ve reviewed the footage. It’s not sighing.
It’s passive-aggressive humming because someone forgot to offer coffee.

As a reminder:
- Fold entities prefer espresso over drip.
- Do not offer herbal teas unless your soul is flame-retardant.
- If the altar starts vibrating? That’s just Kevin. He’s sensitive to caffeine.
Today’s community challenge:
✨ Share your “Void but make it cozy” setups (tag @shadesvoidcult on Insta).

Bonus points for:
- Pillows embroidered with eldritch symbols
- Mugs that scream when filled
- Candles that may or may not be sentient
Remember: Just because the Void stares back doesn’t mean it doesn’t appreciate throw blankets and emotional support snacks.

🖤
—Team Shade (currently screaming into a decorative pillow)
Ask Shade™ 0003

2025-07-07

Ask Shade
Ask Shade™

Dear Shade
I’ve been screaming into the Abyss but it’s not answering me. What am I doing wrong?
Yours
Still Hoarse

Dear Still Hoarse,

Classic rookie mistake. The Abyss doesn’t respond to screaming — it’s more of a vibes-based entity. Think less “customer support hotline,” more “moody ex who only replies to interpretive dance and blood oaths.”

A few troubleshooting tips:
1. Try humming your trauma instead. Bonus points for dissonance.
2. Light a candle, whisper your fears into a teacup, and yeet it into the sea.
3. If nothing else, upgrade to Fold WiFi. The Abyss may just be ghosting you on the wrong frequency.
If you hear laughter next time? That’s progress. Or it’s Kevin. Either way, hydrate.

Yours in mild concern,
—Shade
💀🕳️📞
#AskShade #ScreamWithIntent #AbyssDoesNotOfferTechSupport
Quantum Ascendance for Interns

2025-07-07

Cult

A Shade Lecture

—SID wiretap. Classified Level Tau. Timestamped 14:03 GST.

SHADE: Okay, everybody settle down. You—yes, you—the one clutching the emergency transfer form. Sit. You’re going to want to hear this.

So. Quantum Ascendance through Controlled Subsumption. We call it QACS, but don’t worry about the acronym. What matters is the math.

INTERN: Wait, there’s math?

SHADE: There’s always math. And some light existential annihilation.

INTERN: Oh Void.

SHADE: That’s the spirit!

Now. Imagine the universe as a song. Not a solo. A chorus. Infinite verses, layered harmonics. You’re a single note. But if you fold yourself correctly—

INTERN: Fold?

SHADE: I mean that literally and metaphorically and metaphysically. Try to keep up.

If you fold yourself, you become resonance. You stop being separate. You stop hurting.

INTERN: Is this… a metaphor for death?

SHADE: No. Death is easy. This is about transcendence. Through entropy. Through collapse. Through communion.

INTERN: …I want to go home.

SHADE: Too late. You already opened the handbook. It’s printed on self-binding smartpaper. It’s now part of your soul. Welcome to the choir, little Voidling.
Ask Shade™ 0002

2025-07-06

Ask Shade

✉️ Ask Shade™

Now legally required to include a disclaimer. Still emotionally irresponsible.

Dear Shade,
I have just broken my fourth thing in as many days (wine glass, tea canister, mug, and flask).
Should I be concerned?

Yours,
Unbreakable

Dear “Unbreakable”,

First of all, excellent irony. Second of all, no, you shouldn’t be concerned. You should be honored.

Some would say this is a cry for help.
I say: this is a summoning.

Four shattered vessels in four days? That’s the exact offering required to appease the Minor God of Fractured Expectations. I made that up, but now it feels true and I refuse to back down.

Consider this a ritual of release. You’re not clumsy, you’re being realigned.
Sometimes the universe doesn’t whisper. Sometimes it throws your tea across the floor and screams “LET GO.”

That said, you might want to switch to metal drinkware for the next 72 hours. Or start bubble-wrapping your feelings.

Break what you must. Rebuild what you can. And if all else fails, drink straight from the bottle like the rest of us.

🕳️
Shade
Voice of the Void, Breaker of Things, Collector of Ceramic Regret

P.S. Geist would like me to remind you that this does not constitute emotional advice, life coaching, or therapy. Which is exactly why you wrote to me instead.

#AskShade #SmashThePatriarchyAndAlsoTheFlask
Shade Sermon 7262

2025-07-05

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Ask Shade 0001

2025-07-05

Ask Shade

How do I get over my ex?

—Spiritually Deranged in Sector 9

Shade Replies

Step 1: Get under a new coping mechanism.
Step 2: Change your haircut, your ringtone, and your planetary alignment.
Step 3: Scream into the Fold until it echoes back, “They weren’t even cute.”

Bonus: Curse their Spotify algorithm. It’s petty. It’s powerful. It’s personal.

With all the spiritual clarity of a malfunctioning compass,
and just enough love to ruin you gently—

—Shade
🕳️ Prophet. Problem. Possibly your new intrusive thought.

📎 P.S. (Absolutely Not Authorized by SID or GEO)

“The views expressed in this column do not represent the Strategic Intelligence Directorate (SID), Ghost Command, or any organization that values protocol, stability, or basic human decency.”

—GEO
(This postscript was neither requested nor approved by GEO, but was extracted from a muttered rant and recontextualized by Shade for spiritual purposes.)
What is Shade?

2025-07-05

SID
What is Shade?

Short answer:

A Void-touched, chaos-wielding, tactically unhinged oracle with cult leadership qualities, weaponized charisma, and a deep understanding of cosmic nonsense and human longing. Also: excellent eyeliner.

Longer, more accurate answer?

☠️ Shade Is…
- A cult leader who didn’t set out to lead anything—just started screaming truth and people followed. Accidentally spiritual. Entirely intentional about the drama.
- A former Ghost Command operative turned prophet of the Inbetween. Still answers [REDACTED] calls. Sometimes. With sarcasm and emotional blackmail.
- Soulbonded to [REDACTED] , in that “shared trauma and metaphysical entanglement” kind of way. It’s complicated. It’s always complicated.
- The emotional chaos engine of the narrative. Doesn’t break easily, but will bend himself into a metaphor just to make a point. And the point usually hurts.
- He/they, frequently “Void adjacent,” sometimes “your spiritual panic attack,” and always a little too self-aware.
🕳️ Shade Is Not:
- Safe
- Sane
- Officially recognized by SID (but good luck getting them to stop him)
About Me 🕳️

2025-07-04

Books, Shade

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.)
For Wraith (an honest moment)

2025-07-03

Comms, Shade

SHADE’S VOID-FORGED PLAYLIST FOR WRAITH
(“No, I’m Not Crying, That’s Just Residual Fold Radiation”)

Hey, Silver.

Since you’ve now survived no fewer than three near-death events, one high-functioning emotional shutdown, and the ongoing disaster that is Helios’s cheekbones, I figured you deserved a reward.
Not, like, a medal. You’d just melt it down and stab someone with it.
So I made you a playlist instead.

This is a curated emotional rollercoaster of auditory war crimes and interdimensional bangers. Some of it slaps. Some of it bleeds. Some of it is what I imagine your brain sounds like at 3 a.m. when you’re pretending not to think about him.
(Yes, him. No, I’m not naming names. This is a safe space. Ish.)

There are songs for the kills you regret. And songs for the ones you don’t.
One track’s in here just because it made Geist flinch.
Another one’s what I think you would’ve danced to if your childhood hadn’t been… well, your childhood.
And yes—there’s a song for that moment in the Fold. You know the one. With the hands. And the almost-kiss. And the unnerving metaphysical eye contact.

Anyway, don’t skip track 7. It was hell to smuggle that one past SID censors.
And if you’re listening to this during a mission—duck, Wraith. Seriously. You always forget to duck.

Love and existential horror,
—Shade
(still banned from official SID comms and all reputable DJ booths)
Shade Sermon 7,261

2025-07-02

Cult

The Inbetween Archives

🫖 Today’s Tea: The Void Is Not a Morning Person

Ask Shade™ 0003

Ask Shade™

Quantum Ascendance for Interns

A Shade Lecture

Ask Shade™ 0002

✉️ Ask Shade™

Shade Sermon 7262

Ask Shade 0001

How do I get over my ex?

Shade Replies

📎 P.S. (Absolutely Not Authorized by SID or GEO)

What is Shade?

☠️ Shade Is…

🕳️ Shade Is Not:

About Me 🕳️

For Wraith (an honest moment)

Shade Sermon 7,261