Homestuck-Shipping

     “Hey Dirk?”     He grunted.     “What’s your favorite kind of cake?”     We were at his house, sitting a respectable distance apart on the couch. Parks and Recreation played on one of his state-of-the-art TVs. I’d been the one to bring it.     “Why, are you going to bake me one?” he asked.     I rolled my eyes. “Alas, your detective prowess will soon outmatch Sherlock’s. Your birthday’s in a week.”     “Along with Jake and Roxy. That’s a lot of stuff to make,” he said with a ghost smile.     I turned to him, almost knocking over one of

You're not entirely sure why, but right now you are soaked to the bone, lying on your back on what you're assuming is sand, with a frantic seadweller leaning over you. At least, you think they're a seadweller. Yes, they are definitely a seadweller; they have the cute little fins on either side of their head, there is no doubt in your mind they are a seadweller. Whoever the seadweller is looks really concerned, and you're pretty sure they're saying something, but you're a little out of it and it takes you a moment to clear your head enough to pay attention. When you do you recognise the troll above you immediately, and can't help grinning a l