direhuman:

Whenever there are kinks to be had, or weird alien genitalia to be explored, Dave Strider is there.

In a dream bubble with Tavros? I wonder if he’s got an enormous tentacle I can put up my ass.

Older brother’s into puppets? Well now he’s into piercings and bloodplay, too.

Terezi’s got a chest-vagina where her sternum would be? Karkat’s got a lotus blossom of tentadicks? Sweet.

Trapped in the future? Better fuck my own sister.

Oh, hey Jade. You’re still surprisingly normal, right? We’re just going to have normal, hetero missionary sex for procreation? Sigh, I guess… wait. What’s that? You’ve got a dick? And have 6 breasts like a dog? And we’re going to have a threesome with my time-displaced bird clone? Whew, for a second I was worried.

Dave Strider, everyone. Real American hero.

You know, the phrase “lotus blossom of tentadicks” is a phrase I need to read more often. Just, so poetic.