Shorkgirl

That Queer Shark 🏳️‍⚧️☭∍⧽⧼∊🦈

  • Sidhe/Fae/They

Oh Yeah, Our name is Aellae on Discord.

A House of Madness
If I am not I
Then who am I
Jewish
Gay Poetry Nerd
Still Searching for Arcadia
Distinctly Abnormal

My Scribblings
Gallery that has Aellae Screenshots - Including the NSFW ones.
✡ - ϴ⨺ - Plural - Poly - 44 T1D

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Korps Agent West Coast

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Feel free to ask us anything!
Interact with me? Yes, I luv it
In FFXIV a lot of the time
Moon Code : B4ENK65XV4
Carrd : https://aellae-catte.carrd.co/#
Aellae's Mostly IC Place:
@Dispatches-From-Amaurot


Shorkgirl
@Shorkgirl

CW: Existential Horror, Strangeness

Aellae and I opened our eyes to find the blades of a slowly spinning ceiling fan above us, we were both in the same form, it was our body, the rest of our system was not present. It was a strange sort of calm and quiet, akin to everyone else in our head being asleep, but even then, we knew that they weren’t there. I was able to pinpoint where we were with no information beyond that ceiling fan, the layered coats of paint on the ceiling, and the smell.

It was a copier room at a school.

The scent of stale coffee, the gentle mustyness of the carpet beneath us. The lack of air conditioning, and the lingering scent of generations worth of people. A school has proven to be the only place in my forty some odd years of existence that has that particular milieu to it. As I looked up from the floor I spotted her. She was wearing a brown dress. Her hair was a pale blonde, worn in a waist length braid. There was a stack of photocopies clutched to her chest as she looked down at us. Her eyes were a crystalline sheen of pale steel blue.

It cannot be stressed enough just how crystalline those irises were. It was not simply that the colour was stark, it was as if that portion of her eyes, the iris rings were crystal within the orbs. Her skin was a gentle tan, yard duty, is what I could surmise. Days spent out watching the children at play and breaking up fights. She helped me to my feet. With gentle words, she explained that my appearance coincided with the photo-copier erroring out on her run of worksheets. She was only briefly startled. People had come to this world through stranger manners than this before.

The world was very like the one I had come from, the school was similar to many that I’d worked at when I was with the school district I’d been employed at. Ageing, but beloved by many who worked there. It was their home. They’d ushered so many children through the halls, doing their best. She led me towards the faculty lounge where several of her colleagues were seated.

I was given a glass of water. The clarity of the water was shocking, like the water of a high alpine lake. It was cold and crisp, sharply so. It was delicious, if water could be considered such.

One of the girl's colleagues wore a pastel blue suit, and matching lipstick. His skin was dark. He was beautiful. There was something magical about him. His eyes held a brilliant twinkle. I could imagine the infectious charisma he bore was able to captivate the minds of the students he taught. His lipstick was brilliant. I told him it was exquisite.

The girl and I walked to her home. It should be noted that at this time, our body had turned more to Aellae’s than mine. We were in her legatus armour, with her magitek reticule over our right eye. The town was along a rocky coast, high sea cliffs sloped down to waters both cerulean and abyssal in their blue tones. High in the sky was a moon of brilliant crystal, refracting the light of countless stars in the depths of its body. I was warned to be careful looking at the horizon, for if you focus too long upon it, you may see things you should not see.

In the backyard, there was a little hillock in the centre of the yard, a family of little mole dogs lived in it, there was a little dusty hole that was their nest. Their bodies cuddled up like little bread rolls when they slept. They weren’t precisely the family's pets but they were neighbours after a fashion, sharing the yard. The house was redwood in construction. The garage was filled with various things, generations worth of them.

It was then the girl explained how jealous the world was of its matter, and that it would claw it back should I choose to leave, but that I must choose to stay or leave soon, for if I ate, or drank much more, the world taking its matter back from within me would be brutal, and I might not survive.

I did not want to leave, but I knew it was not my time to stay. I awoke and my throat hurt.


Shorkgirl
@Shorkgirl
Is it home? I have started to feel that it is. Part of me was left there that night. Was there terror in that place? Yes, but it also felt like home. I will go there again someday. I am still here, but also there. The door of dreams will open again.

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