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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Gallery that has Aellae Screenshots - Including the NSFW ones.
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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
I need to mod my characters skin texture so that we can all have a CGM on our upper arm in game. I hate the disease, I've had it for nearly thirty years now, and yet, being able to have it on the arm in game... would in some strange way let it be seen? I don't know.

Maybe it's a reaction to the doctor's appointment that's gonna happen tomorrow, where she and I are gonna talk about my kidneys for a little while. I'm kinda tied up in knots about it. Anyway, time to swap out my sensor for a new one. The cycle continues. God I hope I have more than a dozen to twenty more years left.

Shorkgirl
@Shorkgirl
It's going to take quite a bit more work, but it's a start. I may have to try creating it as an item in Blender, and then work from there. What a way to get into Blender that would be. 'So yes, I learned blender so I could render a CGM for my system members to wear in a game where maybe only a handful of people will see it.' I mean... there are likely worse reasons to try and teach yourself 3D asset modelling! XD

Goodnight from all us nerdballs in this choir. Sleep sweet when you all do! Securi Dormite!


Dispatches-From-Amaurot
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DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - AD INTERROGATIONEM
1208 BELLS - DIE 1 - ASTRAL MOON 3:

SUBJECT: Regarding a desire for asks.
POLICY: quaestiones cupio


Please send asks to any one of us, myself, @Shorkgirl, or @Sharlayan-Dragonbun

Pinned this post because, well, it should be a daily thing, really!


I want to vanish out into the chaparral every day, and have the energy to climb to the top of the hill and scream out to the ocean for her to reach and drag me back to her bosom.

When I was a child I spent several weeks over a few summers at marine biology camp on Catalina island. The days were variously spent clambering over dusty hills, meeting wild life and plants, learning to eat cactus fruit. Or in the tumultuous surf and waves or beneath them. Petting little sharks and feeding them bits of squid as a reward for letting us learn about them up close. Learning that the biomes under the waves are as varied and wonderful as their terrestrial counterparts.

It was school after a fashion and yet far more educational than any classroom could pray with the grace of a saint to be. Like any school day, there was recess.

I remember vividly the gray clouds one day, and the surf being more powerful than usual and how we were discouraged from going out in the water. Several of us went anyway of course. We were precocious little shits, and we were body surfing. Catalina isn’t as dangerous as the Sonoma coast for this, but I know what it feels like to be caught in the undertow because of that afternoon. The back draw of the wave and getting pounded down into the sand over and over by the tidal cycle. I never felt quite so alive as in the moment when I finally was allowed to bob back up like a cork and breathe. I must have had five pounds of sand in each pocket after that.

I could have drowned, I’m ever so aware, but I didn’t feel death in that moment, not even the threat of her. I was laughing as I lay on my back in the pebbly sand of Toyon Bay.

That is how I want to spend every remaining day. Laughing at being alive and cheating my way from death again and again, making her chase me, and then laughing when her arms finally wrap around me and she whispers caught you, as that kiss of hers lands on my lips.