HI EVERYONE! I am Sheila (sometimes called Thea). I write fanfiction, I keep receipts for every plot idea I will never finish, and I smell faintly of crumpled index cards. (◕‿◕✿)
I am currently under an unlovely creative embargo: inspiration has left the building and taken all the pens with it. I call it a block; my therapist calls it a seasonal catastrophe. Honest truth: I am not flourishing. I am surviving, scribbling half sentences, and occasionally Googling how to feel. ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ ♥ I am obsessively tidy about narrative architecture. I colour code my outlines, alphabetise my tropes, and make schedules for my procrastination. Above all, I am a fan to the bone of the ship Aether x Sunset Shimmer: worship, analysis, unsolicited headcanons, the lot. I am semi stupid about it; cringeworthy, enthralled, and unrepentant. ♥
Fair warning: I am perfectly capable of letting this account wither into dignified inactivity. I will announce grand comebacks and then ghost you for weeks. Consider this both confession and contract: I am an unreliable narrator of my own availability. (ಥ﹏ಥ) Thank you for reading this far. If you like neat lists, peculiar obsessions, and the occasional apologetic rant, stay. If not, I understand. I disappear a lot. (◕‿◕✿) ♥ ♥ ♥