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so i have decided while i will probably end up using icons of all of shade’s versions.. im going with the first version of him ( from the peter milligan run i mean ) he changes bodies and forms a few times and his personality changes with them? and i really prefer the first version of him before he turns into a moppy bum so yeah we gonna keep it my way lol.

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@35min // sc.

shade could see madness. not in a person’s behaviour, or how they spoke, but something more physical. like light or colour, an aura swirling around them, and sometimes the madness took on more complex form, like a monster, or a person. rac always tried to keep a clear head, that was really the only way to keep the m-vest from creating something from his own imagination. however that wasn’t always so easy.

and now out of nowhere really, an old dream comes to his mind. a nightmare. one he hadn’t thought of in years. why did the mind bring up things like this without any prodding? the m-vest latched onto that memory and manifested a monster before the two of them. one only a child’s imagination could possibly create. 

rac stepped toward the wall and instantly it changed, a waterfall of shimmering blue, sparkling like water rippling in the sun. he reached his hand out and it disappeared right through the portal he had created. this will take them out of here.   ❝ i think it’s best if you come through here, ❞ shade said quickly, turning back for a moment.  ❝ i don’t have the energy to fight that thing right now. we must go. ❞

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meta is a numbness cesspool and it needs to learn a thing or two if you ask me.

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the change masters: rac, to stay on earth you need to send your conciousness into a human body. dw your body will be safe and waiting for you in the zero zone its all good.  the change masters: *have their fingers crossed behind the back the whole time those lying bastards.*

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like for a starter 

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“I want to kiss her, tell her my thoughts. God, I’m ready to love her. I’m burning, I am beside myself. I worship her.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by N. C. Germanakos, from “Kassandra and the Wolf,” (via museidea)

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dumbpatrol‌ : mr. nobody

   “ oh,   i  positively  hate that  question.    who, what,  where,  when,  why,  and how   are  all  dumb  conversational tactics   invented  by  big  wigs  to  press the  natural  world  into  the  machine  of  the  human   mind!    basic understanding  is the  tedium of the modern world. “   nobody  insists,    one  hand crossing behind his  back  and  the  other  shooting  its  index  finger  into  the  sky.    he was always on  the figurative soap  box  about  these  things.     wrapping a  lithe  arm  around  shade’s   shoulders,   nobody  winked and said:     “ why don’t you let your  experience   inform  you  as to  who  i  am?    it’ll do you one  better. “

 madness  next to  madness,    feeding  off of  each  other,  encouraging each  other:    maybe not the best place to be if you were a  simple  bystander.      “ –     yet    if you  must  know,   they  call  me  mr. nobody,   because   ♪   nooo - body knooows  the  trouble  that  i’ve  seen  … !   ♪  “      arm  extracts,   and  he  spins around  on  the  ball  of  his  foot  like a   ballerina  as he  sings. 

shade watched, rather dumbfounded as the figure before him danced and sang in from of him. he wasn’t really used to that kind of thing, he was used to weird things...lots of weird things...but he supposed when it wasn’t his madness, when it was totally out of his control... ❝ mr. nobody huh.... ❞

rac tried to keep his mind clear, ignore his coat which was now swirling around with colour like a flashing neon sign. if he could just not think of anything, maybe he could come out of this crazy fever dream without any problems. whenever he let his madness go wild it never ended well.

❝ oh for the love of--... ❞ shade felt a sort of tingling in his hands, like pins and needles, and upon looking down he found his hands were now made of wood, like a rather intricate marionette puppet. 

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i still exist here. im just horrible and slow and we all know it. rip.

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me: :(

the moon: 🌙

me: :)

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i love you, i hate you rp meme

“feeling used, but i’m still missing you”

“just wanna feel your kiss against my lips”

“i can’t see the end of this”

“it hurts me every time i see you”

“all this time is passing by, and i still can’t seem to tell you why”

“i hate you”

“i love you”

“i hate that i love you”

“i realise how much i need you”

“you want her, you need her”

“i don’t want to, but i can’t put nobody else above you.”

“and i will never be her.”

“i miss you when i can’t sleep.”

“i still got sands in my sweater from nights we don’t remember.”

“fucked around and got attached to you.”

“do you miss me like i miss you?”

“you wouldn’t like that shit.”

“friends can break your heart too.”

“i’m always tired, but never of you.”

“i got these feelings but you never mind that shit.”

“you’re still in love with me, but your friends don’t know.”

“i don’t mean no harm.”

“you ever wonder what we could’ve been?”

“if you wanted me, you would just say so.”

“you say you wouldn’t and you fucking did.”

“lie to me.”

“lie with me.”

“if i were you i would never let me go,”

“now all my drinks and my feelings are all fucking mixed.”

“i know that i control my thoughts”

“always missing people that i shouldn’t be missing.”

“i guess this is moving on.”

“i should stop reminiscing.”

“i learned from my dad it’s good to have feelings.”

“sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance”

“everyone i do right does me wrong”

“all alone, i watch you watch her”

“you don’t care, you never did”

“she’s the only girl you ever see”

“how is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?”

“you don’t give a damn about me”

*feel free to change the words to fit your muse!

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Shade, the Changing Man

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my circle so small i almost cut myself off

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susan sontag’s writing on writing, from her journals

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im gonna go for a walksie. but when i get back im gonna write some metas about rac. so i hope you’re interested in learning more about this crazy lad. and if you’d like a starter, just give this a little heart and ill do a thing for you.

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❝ CHRIST, LOOK AT THE STATE OF MY HAIR. RED. BLOOD RED. THE COLOR OF PAIN. THE COLOR OF DANGER. THE BITTER STAIN OF A GUILTY STRANGER. ❞ // ind. rac shade of vertigo comics. adored by bells

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parting is such sweet sorrow

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brandedboston‌ : deadman

“Naw. This is it. Best idea ever. All I got to be honest with yah.” Boston looked Rac over and thought about how bad this could go. He thought about how it might tear him apart but he had to try. “So stand still, pretty boy.”

rac would of much preferred to be the one coming up with the ideas, then he’d have more control of the situation. he was more comfortable that way, but considering he didn’t HAVE an idea...  ❝ alright, ❞ he said with a sigh.  ❝ im ready, go ahead. ❞