Inspired by this picture ^.

I first dwelled in Deviantart's fanfiction of the Sonic the Hedgehog Fandom. I feel a sort of gratitude to them, for introducing me to the many basics of how to survive in a fandom. However, I left them, when I found out that my branch's canon was cancelled.

I walked among the Marvel fanart, and then found and stowed away on a ship, to the docks of their fanfiction.

I then lived a rather humble life as a peasant. I was the desperate kind of beggar who scrabbled for any and all fics of a trope I liked. But those skills have helped much to where I am now.

I stumbled the borders of the Transformers fandom, thought of staying there awhile. But my heart wasn't in it, and so I wandered once more.

Soon enough I fell through the borders of the Merlin fandom. I didn't know then that I crossed a limit. I only followed the angst, if only from a distance.

I had always been inexplicably attracted to angst, and could smell the tragedy even if it was long gone.

I told myself, I'd best distance myself. But their hope for Merlin's happily ever after, his meeting with Arthur, won my heart and with a heavy and hopeful heart, I became one of them.

Those were wonderful days of fighting bandits, accompanying ambassadors to the crossovers, magic reveal fics, stupid cryptic reptiles, and running from leeches.

Next, I remembered my days of the Harry Potter fandom, and moved. I remeber my days in Merlin fondly, but the first ever fandom I ever joined was Harry Potter. I went, and became an average fanfiction buyer. I had a respectable job as a reader and commentor.

It was in those days that I spotted all the ships, and became a Multi-shipper. I sailed them far and often, and was ready to jump if it sunk. But when they stayed in my heart, I'd burn with them in hell.

Every once in a while, I had close calls with the Supernatural fandom. I had heard rumors of them, the fandom that didn't die, the ones who lost themselves to the angst of canon. I hoped to keep away, but deep down I knew I'd find them or they'd find me.

I went back to visit the Marvel fandom through a crossover portal and the road of Ao3. I knew more, and thus was able to make a better life than my previous time in Marvel.

I spent many a day alternating between Marvel and Harry Potter, when a third path arrived one day at an author's profile. It led to the Sherlock fandom, and unable to resist, I went to see them.

I perched on the wall and saw their lack of fucks, their chases of murder scenes and the Italian food. I snickered to myself at the Big Brother hate. I was fascinated, and decided to plunge in.

I sailed their ships and took on angst. I screamed in frustration as ships didn't go canon. I grabbed the tea and looked at any crossovers. By now, I could afford to learn about fandoms despite never seeing the actual episodes.

I always found out through fanfiction. It was my speciality.

I had in mind a particular crossover, but I wasn't really satisfied with what I found. But as always, I grew a little weary and soon enough, returned to Harry Potter again, and stayed for a long time.

Though I'd still keep tabs on my other fandoms, and I kept an eye out for the SuperWhoLockians.

Somewhere between my second visit to Marvel and my return to Harry Potter, I found Rise of the Gaurdians, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons, and HTTYD. They were feral and wild and free, and exactly what I needed for a breath of fresh air.

After a mishap with an au, I slipped back to my life of a Harry Potter fan.

I arrived at Hetalia by the Tumblr Train, and stayed a bit. When they amped up the angst and slaughtered grammar, I silently left. I do still visit occasionally, but am much more picky with the fics.

Once again, I came back to Harry Potter. I always came there as a backup and rest. If only due to Edenbild's Baslisk-Born fanfic. That was and still is one brilliant piece of ongoing work (on fanfiction.net if you were wondering).

And then, in a crossover, I wandered where I shouldn't have, and came to the Supernatural fandom. I stayed a short while, and tried to leave.

I always came back. And then, I was dragged kicking and screaming in. I sailed many a ship, suffered many an angst, and got mad at many a fugly. I commiserated with many about Destiel over their fics, however silently.

I explored their aus, and ended up living a fairly good life in a place that bordered between angst, tragedy, and fluff. It was an extreme combination, I was warned.

Did I hear the warning? Yes.
Did I heed it? Hell no.

I ripped my heart over and over. And they had the nerve to fix it with fluff!

Then I came to the Good Omens community, a fairly sized fandom.

It was peaceful, with the right amounts of angst healed with fluff, the ships were sturdy and largely acknowledged, and I loved it. I am currently locating a safe path to go to them.

But deep in my heart, I know that I will never truly stay long in these fandoms. I visit them, never stay, and return soon enough to the docks in the au sectors.

I hope to one day find a fandom that I will stay in, but till then, I will keep travelling the crossovers and ships and live my nomadic life.