"Meenah dated a sixteen-year-old" Yeah no it's worse than that. It's so much worse than that. (Vriska) is physically AND mentally thirteen years old. THIRTEEN. And dating a NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD. (All the ghosts are implied to not have aged mentally since their death.) Even if you think that the ghosts have aged mentally, they start dating (at least in the comic's chronology) two years after (Vriska)'s death, which means she would have been FIFTEEN. Dating a NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD.
Meenah, a fully-grown adult troll, having definitively reached the age of majority, is dating the Alternian AND Beforan equivalent to a thirteen-year-old.
Not to mention that Meenah expresses romantic interest in a fifteen-year-old Karkat.
It is SO much worse than just "Meenah dated a sixteen-year-old". She dated a thirteen-year-old. There is a six-year age gap between Meenah and (Vriska). SIX. YEARS. And they're both TEENAGERS. BARELY even teenagers (on both ends of the scale).
I think it's weird that people would make an argument that "the ghosts have aged mentally" when, like... The Alpha Trolls haven't. That's kind of the point. They're still stuck in vicious cycles of teenage drama and brainrot. And it's verging way too close to the logic of "She's mature for her age" employed by pedophiles and the "Thousand-Year-Old Loli" trope, also employed by pedophiles.
It's also weird because (Vriska) isn't the one that says she's 16.
That's regular Vriska.
It's not unlikely that Meenah knew how old (Vriska) was. I get this info based on the fact that she says that Vriska's age of 16 is "a little more respectable", presumably than... You know, (Vriska). Who would be 13.
Let's not forget she had a weird thing with Karkat. Also 13.
She's a sleazy little bastard and she's aware of it to an extent.
At the end of the day, blaming (Vriska) or even Vriska for Meenah's behavior is fucking ridiculous. The former especially, because frankly, what the fuck. That is a 13 year old grooming victim. Yeah, Meenah was unhappy with the relationship and felt bad about it, but she was still the one that... Did the grooming.
Visual Metaphor Enjoyers, eat your heart out.
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PDSAF Chapter 1, Pierre Von'belle
Dave stood before the carousel, thin hands clenched into tight fists. Jack gave him a light nudge, to which he flinched.
"Awen'tcha gonna go get on? It doe'thn't even work anyway'th." Jack said impatiently. Dave felt his face become hot with embarrassment. He wanted to impress his friend, but that thing...
"Uh.... r-right... yeah..." He swallowed the lump in his throat, before approaching the carousel. It's cracked wood panels had peeling paint down the sides, and the three remaining horses on it were in varying stages of decay.
The first was mostly intact, missing its eyes and a front leg and baring flaking white paint and a scraggly mane,
The second being just its internal robotic skeleton and a tail,
And the final being just the head and back support on the pole. Dave stepped up onto the platform of the carousel.
In place of where the other wood horses would stand lay only the poles that supported them.
Dave stepped up onto the carousel platform and looked into one of the mirrors on the side, hesitating, before grabbing a hold of one of the empty poles and looking down at Jack, giving a false, cocky grin.
"See? I ain't no coward." He said with a smirk. Jack laughed, "You're shaking wike a weaf up there!"
"Am not!"
"Awe too!!"
The boy's laughter was interrupted as the carousel's lights came on, and with a jerky clunk, slowly began to rotate. Dave put both hands onto the pole and held on for dear life. "Shit-!!" He exclaimed before looking for a way to get off.
Just as he was about to step off, a crackle from the speakers startled him, then the music starting up slowly, distorted and breaking.
"LEAVING SO SOON?"
"Who--!?" Dave looked back at the center of the carousel where the mirrors were, but instead of his reflection, a man with slicked back salt and pepper hair and a proper suit stood.
"ITS BEEN QUITE SOME TIME SINCE I'VE HAD VISITORS."
Dave's heart was beating a million times a second, the hot lights of the old machine and the fear coursing through him made him sweat profusely "I-I need to leave- my dad's waitin'--" Dave attempted to weasel himself away from whatever was going on, but was interrupted,
"YOUR FATHER? WE MUSTN'T WORRY ABOUT THAT AT THIS POINT, DEAR BOY!"
The rotation of the carousel slowly increased in speed, Jack watched in horror.
"Dave what'th going on up thewe!?" He yelled up. "I don't know!!" Dave yelled back down, before looking back at the man in the mirror. "Listen-- Mr. Miller's waiting for me I can't be here anymore, please--"
"MR. MILLER? HENRY?" The voice blared over the crackling, dying speakers.
"Yes, he's my dad..." Dave said nervously as the speed of the carousel continued picking up, he wrapped both hands tightly around the pole as he tried not to lose his balance.
"HOW UNFORTUNATE."
Dave watched in abject horror as the face on the largest central mirror distorted, mouth stretching impossibly wide, eyes melting down the face.
"IT SEEMS YOU MUST DIE."
"Wh-what!?"Before Dave could protest, the speed of the carousel increased rapidly with several clunks below the main platform, and it began to spin at such speeds that when he looked out at Jack for help, all he saw was the rapid motion blur, he began to feel nauseous.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS, BOY?"Dave didn't respond, looking around and trying to find an out to leave.His attention wss grabbed suddenly as the lower wood paneling in the central support were broken down, two mangled, twisted arms slithering their way out and trying to grab at his ankles, Dave screamed in horror and attempted to kick the hands away while still holding onto the carousel pole for dear life.
"YOUR FATHER IS NOT WHAT HE SEEMS, HE IS A MONSTER BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION."
Dave released a shrill screech as his ankles were grabbed and he was yanked away from the pole, the only thing keeping him on the carousel were the cold, mangled hands gripping him.
Jack ran over to the dusty controls for the carousel, eyes scanning over for something that could stop the infernal machine. He grabbed the emergency stop handle and pulled hard on it.
The brittle metal snapped off at the base, and Jack pulled the detached metal lever into his face, injecting an immediate sharp pain in his nose, and causing warm blood to trickle down his lower lip from his nose. He gave a soft grunt of pain and fell back.
"YOUR FATHER HAS DONE AWFUL THINGS, BOY. HE KNOWS HE WILL BE PUNISHED, AND HID ME WELL. TODAY WILL BE HIS RECKONING."
Dave desperately grabbed at anything to hold onto, and managed to wrap a hand around the base of one of the poles that once supported a wooden horse, but when his hand made contact with it, his sensitive skin was met with harsh, agonizing burning, the metal was red hot. He immediately released it with a gasp of pain.
Jack felt helpless as he watched this, his friend was burned and--
Jack had a sudden idea.
If that metal was hot enough to burn Dave, that meant this thing was overheating.
"I DO HATE TO BRING A BOY LIKE YOU INTO THIS, IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW"
Dave stared in horror as one hand released his ankle, he was only held by one now. "P-please- you can't!!"
"OH BUT I CAN, MY DEAR BOY. AND I SHALL."
There was a sudden pop and crackle from below the carousel, and in a moment, flames engulfed the bottom of the machine, and a horrible screech emanated from the speakers. Jack had thrown gasoline into the open panel on the bottom of the machine. Dave laughed. "Good work, old sport!--"
Suddenly, Dave's ankles were released, and in the blink of an eye, he hit the wall across from the carousel hard, the air forced from his lungs, and his arm twisted behind him painfully as his reflexes forced him to try to brace himself. He slumped to the floor, cradling his arm.
The screeches emanating from the machine slowly died down, as it set ablaze, stopping in its tracks with the dying clunk of machinery.
Jack ran over to Dave and sat next to him. "Awe you okay dude?" He asked worriedly, brow furrowed. "Uh... y-yeah..." Dave said, trying to ignore the pain in his arm. He stood up and looked up at the carousel. He and Jack just stood next to eachother, watching the fire slowly engulf the dilapidated machine, killing whatever the hell was inside. Their expressions were nothing short of horror.
The door to the basement opened, the concerned voice of Henry spoke, "Boys? Are you down h--" He stopped in his tracks as he saw the flames, and the two boys, one with a crooked arm and a raw hand, and the other with a crooked and bloody nose.
He rushed over and knelt down, wiping the blood off of Jack's face and tried to examine Dave's arm. "I told you not to come down here, what has happened!?" He asked in a panic, fretting incessantly over them both.
Dave stared at Henry, he wanted to explain, but he couldn't. Not after what just happened. Henry did something to this thing, somehow, he had to have. What even is this thing? Why did Henry have it?
Dave opened his mouth to speak, but only a horrified whisper escaped.
"Dad...?"
He established eye contact, brow furrowed, eyes wide.
"What did you do...?"
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Lily ochards a rapist????
Allegedly, yes. To her own sister, Courtney. There's a couple interviews done with her going into it, but I have to supply a grave warning for Discussions of Rape, Incest, Abuse, COCSA, and CSA:
The above video speaks more on the actual events themselves, while the next one here speaks more on the aftermath of this and Lily's responses to the allegations.
I have to note, disgustedly, that Lily was also a rather prolific writer and artist of underage incest rape material, and it's alleged that a lot of it has been directly stated by Lily to be projections of fantasies Lily had about her sister. Just absolutely heinous.
The deal with Lily Orchard is slipping under the rug for the most part, because while these allegations are severe, she's in that sweet spot where she has enough followers to have a major influence on a lot of people but just little enough that nobody really cares. Ew.
There's also a series on her by YouTuber EssenceOfThought, though, going over her history as a creator (meaning, that one talks significantly more about her production of underage incest rape fics) and how she uses her platform to (allegedly) groom the (many) minors in her audience.
It's best to just watch the videos yourself, because I do not think paraphrasing these is at all a good idea.
I will give the additional warning for Misgendering and Transphobia. Lily keeps doing it to EssenceOfThought (another trans woman) and Courtney initially came out the gate doing it to Lily, but quickly stopped. It's complicated.
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