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.
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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


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Question of the Day!

If your Warrior of Light wasn't the Warrior of Light, what would they be doing instead?

(Alternate: if your character wasn't working in their current job, what would they be doing instead?)


Shorkgirl
@Shorkgirl
Aellae Neru in a short Ike jacket in marine corps green, with military trousers in the same colour. If I wasn't Hydaelyn's Advocate, what would I be doing? That's a grand question. I can see myself running a shoppe in a rebuilt Brume or rebuilt Garlemald. A coffee, tea, and cocoa shoppe, also serving croquetten and tosti's called Ancient Beans.

self indulgent chuckle goes here

Honestly I really do think that would be it. Put all the military service behind me, never having had to save the world. Just a quiet life for a shard of Igeyorhm, sharing a love of teas, coffees, and cocoas with the world one cup at a time. No more death. No more destruction and betrayals. Just a quiet life.


Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Valeria the fallen Cherubim. Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find
Ten years have gone behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

So you run and you run
To catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you're older, shorter of breath
And one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell