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

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Interact with me? Yes, I luv it
In FFXIV a lot of the time
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@Dispatches-From-Amaurot


I have lost cohesion with reality. It feels thin and wrong. It feels a veneer, thin and pale, on top of the world that I knew, the one that I could understand. I no longer grasp the linguistic patterns and methods of communication utilised by other sapient beings. Like unto some ancient sleeper waking to the world anew it is a cavalcade of horror. Language feels meaningless. People feel unmoored and marionette like. Strutting and dancing before me. Uttering moppet noises that dance like cacophony upon my ears.

I want to go home

This world is not home. This world is wrong. This world is hell upon my senses. It dances madness and knives in my mind. I need a way out. Desperately. I need a way back. To the time before the madness took hold. If there was such a time. The sensation of hiraeth engendered by this false reality is killing me.

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It is a constant state of being. Today it just snapped quite a bit sharper when the girl was trying to keep up with communication. The feel of modern technology as opposed to computers when she came of age twenty five years ago. The world rang with the dissonance of an illusion she could shred with her fingers if she could find the thin places.

When she says she wants to go home. She doesn't mean her apartment. She is convinced that she just can't find the doorway back to Arcadia. What is also known as Alfheim or Faerie.

The moment she learned Fae pronouns were a thing was a profound one. As if she had been physically struck. In. some ways, she/her are more pronouns, and Sidhe/Fae are a state of being to her. Sometimes the line becomes murky.

She tries, always, so often, to see if today is the day when she can step through the looking glass, and back home. She looks for the strange thin places, but they are hard to find as the world pushes more and more mundanity in her path.

Any therapist on the planet would call her delusional.

I truly think she needs to find her way home. Fae little witchling that she is.

Believe it or not we understand entirely what you mean. This reality cant be home, its a poison. But for us home isnt a reality other than this one, its a being we only see when we sleep. All we want, all we have ever wanted is to be with her.