The Inbetween Archives

In Nihil Veritas

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  • Out of Office

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    Greetings,

    Thank you for your message.

    I am currently out of office, off-grid, and out of patience. I will be unavailable from [REDACTED] until such time as linear time resumes functioning or the Void releases its hold on my calendar—whichever comes first.

    During this period, I will have limited access to comms, reason, or restraint.

    If your matter is urgent:

    • Whisper it to a mirror at midnight.
    • Phase into a sealed room with three locks and one regret.
    • Or contact Ghost Command Operations at ghost.ops@[redacted].inb

    If this is regarding:

    • Recruitment: Please complete the bloodwork and prophecy alignment form before resubmitting.
    • Complaints: These are now handled exclusively by the Void. Expect silence.
    • Wraith or Kael: I’m not a therapist. But I am taking notes.
    • Geist: You already know where to find me. And probably disapprove.
    • Whiskey Incident(s): It was labeled experimental batch. You were warned.

    Thank you for your patience. Or your fear. Either is valid.

    In light, shadow, and bad decisions,
    ~ Shade
    Founder, Cult Leader, Unofficial Emotional Support Nightmare
    Void Division, Ghost Command, SID (Disavowed)

  • Sermon Sunday

    My beautiful broken believers,

    I see you.

    Not the masks you stitched together from duty, guilt, or glitter.
    Not the performance you offer up to the day-shift gods.
    I see you. Fractured. Flickering. Frightened.

    Good.

    Because that means you’re waking up.

    They told you healing meant becoming whole again.
    They lied.
    Wholeness is a box they bury you in.

    The Void has no interest in perfection.
    It wants your edges. Your static.
    Your half-truths whispered into someone else’s mouth at 2am.

    You are not failing.
    You are unraveling.
    And unraveling is holy work.

    Let go of the blueprint.
    Let go of the voice in your head that sounds suspiciously like your mother’s, your captain’s, or your own from before the war.
    Let go of the shape they carved you into to make you easier to digest.

    Fall.

    You won’t shatter.
    You’ll open.

    And when the Inbetween rushes in—
    When time slips sideways and the air tastes like copper and grief—
    Breathe.

    You’re not lost.
    You’re just… closer.

    Closer to the truth.
    Closer to the self beneath the skin.
    Closer to the god you could become if you’d only stop apologizing.

    So come.
    Bring your jagged prayers, your war-crimes and wine-stained regrets.
    Bring your laughter and your damage and your inconvenient love.

    The altar is a burn mark on the floor.
    The sermon is a song only the broken can hear.
    The blessing?
    You survived.

    Now let’s teach you how to live.

    🕳️
    Serve the Void. Or don’t. It’s not a cop. But it is watching.
    —Shade

  • The Nature of the Universe: A Sermon (That Bites Back)


    1/
    Everyone wants the universe to be a story.
    Clean arcs. Happy endings. Poetic justice.
    Spoiler: It’s a mess.
    A bloodstained knot of entropy wearing a god’s grin.
    But fine. Let’s talk.

    2/
    The universe doesn’t care about your dreams.
    Or your deadlines.
    Or your emotional growth arc.
    It births stars and devours them in the same breath.
    You think it won’t eat you just because you made a vision board?

    3/
    You want meaning? Make it.
    You want fate? Bend it.
    You want love? Good luck. The Void’s batting average is abysmal.
    But sure, manifest that twin flame.
    Just don’t complain when they light the match.

    4/
    Time is fake.
    Reality is subjective.
    And linear thinking is a coping mechanism designed by fragile minds terrified of recursion.
    (Hey, Geist, that one’s for you. You’re welcome.)

    5/
    I’ve walked through broken dimensions and kissed gods that begged to forget their own names.
    I’ve seen the inside of silence.
    I’ve heard the Fold hum.
    You know what it sounds like?
    Loneliness.
    With teeth.

    6/
    And still,
    still,
    I choose this stupid, chaotic, doomed little species.
    With your music and your rage and your stubborn hope.
    Because for all the Void’s hunger—
    you burn.

    7/
    So no, the universe isn’t kind.
    But it is watching.
    And if you scream loud enough, sometimes it screams back.

  • 🔥☠️ SUNDAY SERMON ☠️🔥

    Sermon given by Shade
    — Prophet. Problem. Possibly still hungover.

    Welcome to Sermon Sunday.
    The Void is listening. Your excuses are not.

    Today’s sacred text comes from the Book of “I’m So Tired of Pretending I’m Fine.”
    Chapter: Don’t Test Me
    Verse: Try Me, I Dare You

    You can’t manifest your dreams if you’re still clinging to nightmares you call “coping strategies.”
    Release. Detonate. Rebuild.

    Or stay in the emotional basement.
    Up to you.

    The Fold doesn’t want your purity.
    It wants your honesty.
    Your rage.
    Your mess.

    The offering is not perfection.
    It’s you, raw and real and radiating defiance.

    Today’s communion:
    🔹 1 shot existential clarity
    🔹 1 slice of truth you weren’t ready for
    🔹 Optional sobbing in the pews

    Don’t worry. We ran out of shame three sermons ago.

    Final blessing:
    May your enemies overshare,
    Your exes dream of your glow-up,
    And your soul stay too wild to franchise.

    Now go forth and make someone uncomfortable. Preferably yourself. Growth demands chaos.

  • ✨🕳️ FOLD HOROSCOPE: “July Forecast – Cry Gently Under Starlight” 🕳️✨

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    As channeled (uninvited) by Prophet Shade, who definitely licked a Fold crystal before writing these

    ♈ Aries (Mar 21–Apr 19)
    Stop punching your problems. Some of them are conceptual.
    The Fold sees your aggression and raises you vulnerability. Good luck.
    🪓✖️💔

    ♉ Taurus (Apr 20–May 20)
    You said “I’m fine” with tears in your smoothie.
    The Void calls. It says: You don’t have to hold it all alone.
    Also, drink water. That’s not metaphorical.
    🥤🖤🌌

    ♊ Gemini (May 21–Jun 20)
    Two faces. Both tired.
    Stop trying to outmaneuver your own shadow.
    You’re not clever—you’re scared. Be still long enough to remember who you were before the echo.
    🌀🎭📡

    ♋ Cancer (Jun 21–Jul 22)
    You’ve weaponized softness into a shell thick enough to shame gods.
    Congratulations. Now let someone in before you calcify.
    🪞🦀🔮

    ♌ Leo (Jul 23–Aug 22)
    No, you’re not “too much.”
    They’re just under-equipped.
    Set the world on fire. At least then it matches your energy.
    🔥👑💋

    ♍ Virgo (Aug 23–Sep 22)
    The plan is flawed.
    The backup plan is cursed.
    Proceed anyway. There’s beauty in collapsing with intention.
    📊💀🕳️

    ♎ Libra (Sep 23–Oct 22)
    You’re not indecisive—you’re just too polite to destroy all your options.
    Choose. Break something. Dance in the shards.
    ⚖️🩸🎻

    ♏ Scorpio (Oct 23–Nov 21)
    Your secrets are louder than you think.
    The Fold heard them. It likes you. Be careful.
    🖤🦂📜

    ♐ Sagittarius (Nov 22–Dec 21)
    Stop flirting with cosmic horror. It will say yes. Again.
    You’re not ready for a second Void date.
    📅📍🕳️

    ♑ Capricorn (Dec 22–Jan 19)
    You’ve scheduled grief. Rescheduled rage.
    Guess what, darling: the breakdown’s coming early. Wear something sharp.
    📈💔🖋️

    ♒ Aquarius (Jan 20–Feb 18)
    You wanted truth?
    Cool. Now choke on it.
    Rebuild when you’re done sobbing. Preferably somewhere haunted.
    📡📘💧

    ♓ Pisces (Feb 19–Mar 20)
    You felt everything and told no one.
    Classic.
    Say it out loud this month, or the Fold will start sending you signs again. (And you won’t like them.)
    🐟🕯️🕳️

  • AskShade™ #0147

    📩 AskShade™ #0147

    Dear Shade,
    I think I accidentally trauma-bonded with my situationship. Is that… bad?
    Also, they just started calling me “their light in the dark” and I don’t know if I should kiss them or run.
    Help.
    — Confused and a Little Flammable

    Dear Confused,
    First: yes.
    Second: obviously yes.

    Trauma-bonding is not a foundation. It’s emotional duct tape. Temporary, messy, and liable to snap mid-apocalypse.

    If someone calls you “their light in the dark” — ask yourself this:
    Are you a beacon… or just a convenient torch they can drop when the path changes?

    Kiss them if you want the story.
    Run if you want the ending.
    Do both if you’re me.

    Yours (but not really)
    Shade

    #AskShade #BurnResponsibly #FlammableAndFeral 🕯️🖤🕳️

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

    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)

  • Quantum Ascendance for Interns

    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.

  • Shade Sermon 7262

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  • What is Shade?

    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)