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


I spend so much time
Pondering the fleeting
Sand drifting down
As if it were aware of
Each particle caught in
The crashing torrent
Of time itself

Is the grain of sand aware
Of the role it plays
When caught in the
Marching advance of
The whorling surf
And tremulous undertow
Of the tide

The utter impotence
And complete ignominy
Trapped eternally reaching
To escape the cloying
Irrepressable truth that
You are but a mote in
Poseidon's eye.


The magenta hued field rests
As it always has spread across
A snout that no longer snarls
Shielding eyes that no longer
Find rage so easily as before

The hammer in hand singing
Through the air crashing
Through splintering wood and
Ancient plaster a hand reaches
Supplication and hope calling

What is the point of villainy
If all that power and indignation
At the status quo is not brought
To bear in the most visceral manner
As succour and relief to the hopeless

The heroes may consider you
As an acceptable loss to their metric
Society may not care so long as
The damage is no longer visible
We will not forget you in the ashes

We will burn the old world to save
Your precious life.