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==> Be the super shiny new fandom
Your name is HOMESTUCK. You’ve gotten into Tumblr High School almost four years ago. You’ve been bullied a lot by some of the more powerful fandoms, but you don’t like thinking about that. Fortunately, you only have to deal with them for a few more months before you leave forever. Your hobbies include WATCHING CONTINUOUSLY FOR UPDATES, THEORIZING, and DRAWING FANART of your SHIPS. You tend to use ==> COMMANDS and EMPHASIZE IMPORTANT WORDS. What will you do?
==> Find your moirail
“Homestuck!”
You turn around to find your MOIRAIL running towards you, side curl bouncing excessively. A big grin stretches across your face as you hold out your arms for a hug. He jumps into your arms and nearly squeezes the breath out of you. You don’t mind though. Hetalia would never hurt you on purpose.
You and Hetalia have somewhat of an odd background. When you were a new fandom, fresh in the first year, you and Hetalia shared a strong rivalry, always getting into shipping wars and fighting with each other. One day, the two of you calmed down and realized that you really had a lot in common. Since that day, you haven’t fought with Hetalia once. You’ve been a friend for him and the two of you protect each other from the Terrible Three, as you have dubbed them. You realized one day that that was exactly what moirails do. After intense debating and a bit of a panic attack when you felt some of your pale ships sinking, you mustered up the courage to ask Hetalia to be your moirail.
Of course, he had no idea what a moirail was. Only you understand shipping quadrants. After explaining the quadrants in a long, animated manner, complete with playing cards and blood paint drawings, he understood and agreed. He’s the greatest moirail to ever exist. You would explain how the two of you compared to Nepeta and Equius, but you don’t want to get too far into the examples of quadrants (and potentially cause Hetalia heartbreak after he finds out what happens to the best pale ship ever).
You are pulled back to the present by his side curl tickling your neck as he nuzzles your shoulder. You giggle and say, “Hey, stop that!”
He pulls back with a mischievous smile. He raises his hands and starts wiggling his fingers. You step back and run as he starts chasing you, yelling, “The tickle monster’s gonna get ya!”
In your haste you don’t realize who you crash into until it’s too late. You go toppling to the floor. As you look up, rubbing your head, you freeze and let out a gasp.
Above you stands the scowling Terrible Three.