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Tag: shade

  • 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

  • Folded Hearts

    We were not born for softness,
    We were built of breach and burn.

    But I have seen them look at each other
    Like the universe still turns.

    I have watched her bleed on stars
    And laugh with a mouth full of war.

    I have watched him try not to need her,
    And fail, a little more.

    We are stitched together by secrets,
    And spite, and what we lack.

    We are the dead who won’t lie down—
    And ghosts who crawl back.

  • ✨🕳️ 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.)
    🐟🕯️🕳️

  • Aftertaste

    🥃 Aftertaste – a poem

    by Shade (unfortunately)

    I drank her memory in a glass too wide
    and called it healing.
    Said: “This time, I won’t flinch.”
    Then flinched anyway.

    The burn was expected.
    The honesty wasn’t.

    I named the bottle Retcon
    because “Mistake”
    felt too fragile
    and “Hope” would’ve shattered.

    It tasted like the first time I said “I’m fine”
    and meant
    I’m surviving out of spite.
    It tasted like
    what I would’ve told her
    if I’d been braver
    or drunker
    or bleeding slower.

    The Fold didn’t blink.
    It never does.
    But the mirror cracked
    right down the part of me
    that still wanted to be forgiven.

    I poured the last mouthful on the floor.
    Not as an offering.
    Just so I wouldn’t drink it again.

    [Note scribbled in the margin later, likely by Spook:]
    You could’ve just said you missed her, idiot.

  • 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 🕯️🖤🕳️

  • 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)

  • About Me 🕳️

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    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.)