#tw child molestation mention

[fxtalitygod]

VII. ~Survival~

Summary: You were determined to survive longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, theme/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentioned pedophilia, child molestation, attempted child sexual assault, mentions of adult murder, implications of impregnating, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies, slight misogynistic themes (if you squint).

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Soooooo... this is the shortest chapter I've ever written, but it wasn't my intention. To be honest, I kept becoming unhappy with the results and kept going back to fix it, but it never felt right. At the end of the day, I decided to touch into an uncovered territory of (Y/n) that I had debated on for a while and enjoyed the results. I promise the next chapter will be longer and will cover more bases! Enjoy Chapter 7 of Survival!!

P.S. I know I said I'd get this chapter out in May, but it's currently June 1st, 12:26pm (for me), so take it or leave it!!! (╥﹏╥)

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"Y/n, wait up!"

You turned to see your little sister running over to catch up to your quick pace, grabbing her hand as she extended it to you. The two of you were pushing through the crowd in the market, holding on to each other as if it were for dear life. You would rather be damned than lose any of your younger siblings upon your watch.

"We need to hurry! We have to be home before Mother starts dinner," you noted breathlessly, "She cannot even start if we do not get these ingredients to her on time," referring to the basket you were holding close to your form.

Your sister gave an obedient response as she focused on your swift gait. You could only smile at the young girl's compliance— had it been any of your other more youthful siblings, they may have given you replies of retaliation out of their immaturity, but she was a sweet child who clearly looked up to and admired you. Turning your attention back towards the road of the market square, you saw that you were close to the exit that would lead you on the path home, sighing in relief as you slightly sped up your stride; however, before the two of you could exit you felt a hand wrap around your arm, pulling you and your sister into a secluded area.

"Now, what do we have here?" A gruff voice sounded, "Two pretty little buds have stumbled upon my path."

The voice was clearly a male's, and he was undoubtedly intoxicated as his speech was slurred, plus his stride was far from straight as he walked closer towards you. He circled the two of you like a vulture over a carcass, his eyes narrow and intimidating as he looked at your youthful figures, disgustingly licking his lips. The predator eventually moved into the light, revealing his aged appearance. The man was clearly an older one, his rough, oily skin and few missing teeth being a telling sign of his seniority; if he was any younger than you had assumed, he did not age gracefully.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” you started, unintentionally stuttering as you spoke, “b-but we have to be home before sunset,” you finished explaining, your voice slightly cracking as you spoke due to the fear swelling in your chest. Despite your own terror, you tried to keep your stance straight to give your sister peace of mind, pulling the little girl behind you to act as her human shield.

“No worries,” the stranger chuckled, before reaching around you and grabbing your sister by her forearm before pushing you onto the ground, holding your chest down with his foot, “I’ll make you both into proper women before then,” the man closed his statement, making his advance on your younger sibling first.

You struggled as you tried to push the man’s foot off your torso, but your attempts were futile. The sick individual only grew tired of your punching, moving, and scratching as he decided to kick you to the nearby wall. Your gaze followed his figure as you weakly got up, only to be pushed into the wall once more, feeling cuts and scratches being made upon your flesh. The male took hold of something at the corner of your eye, still keeping your sister in a tight grip as she struggled. In moments, your hands and legs were tied, and a solid heavy stone was placed upon your lap to keep you from getting up anytime soon.

“Y/N!” Your sister screamed with tears in her eyes as the predator began to touch and kiss her pure skin with his contaminated flesh.

Your mind paced watching the scene, bile rising to your throat as you grew repulsed. Before long, the disgusting creature decided to yank at her clothes— that was the moment you snapped.

“Wait, take me instead! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!” You yelled in haste. The decision was made with little thought, but as long as your sister was safe, you could live with the disgust.

The man paused to think for a moment before a repulsive grin overtook his expression, quickly going to restrain your sibling before removing your bonds. The moment you were free was the moment you were infested by his greedy touches. If the contact of his fingers and lips didn’t make you want to gag, the feeling of his bulge between your thighs made you want to vomit.

You thought that by sacrificing yourself for your sister's safety, you would be able to tolerate his blatant violation, but you could only feel your resolve weaken as his lingering touches began making your skin burn, but not in a good way. Despite your discomfort, you continued to indulge in his horrific actions, deciding to let out your emotions with tears and balled fists. Things weren't any easier as you heard the choked sobs of your younger sibling as she watched the setting, feeling your dignity and pride being washed away. Everything was going as the man wanted– he was getting his fixture of pleasure while two young girls suffered. If his hard-on wasn't a signal of his enjoyment, his chuckles and wretched words were an unmistakable banner.

"You're such a pretty little thing, so obedient for me. Y'know, I think that deserves a reward," the aged man cackled, moving his hands to remove his garments, changing course to strip you as well.

"(Y/N)!!!" your sister screeched, loud enough for her voice to echo in the alley.

Before you could say any words of comfort for the little girl, the man turned around, obviously not pleased with her outburst. The man's nostrils flared as he raised a hand and hit the young girl. The audible smack did not settle with you, and you could feel a temper you had never felt before build up inside you. You do not remember what happened next, but everything went pitch black for a second, and when you opened your eyes...

All you saw was the body of the pedophile lying on the floor, unmoving and breathless.

You stared at the lifeless figure, not knowing what to say as the scarlet liquid began to pool in a puddle beneath his form. Lifting your crown, you looked around to maybe see who the culprit of killing the man was; however, the alley was empty– just you and your sister. Speaking of the sibling in question, you swiftly moved to retrieve the girl only to see that her restraints were already broken and that she was unconscious, yet breathing.

Questions began to fill your mind, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the current circumstances. You wasted no more time as you went to lift the little girl onto your back, picking up the basket of ingredients before making your trek home. Although one problem was resolved, there was still another pressing matter...what would you tell your parents? Unfortunately, you did not have much time to think up an answer to that as you were now at your front door, sliding the object to reveal the worried expressions of your parents.

The couple rambled, asking what had happened, questioning why the two of you were late and battered. The more they interrogated, the louder the ringing in your ears started to develop, effectively drowning out their uneasy voices. You didn't know what to say or what to do. Would it be a good idea to tell them the truth? What if they wouldn't believe you? Would you be punished? How would they even react?

"We were playing in the fields and had an accident, but we're alright now. (S/n) fell asleep on our way back, she really exerted herself."

The lie was sour in your mouth, but you thought it was the better route when you pictured the corpse lying on the dirt floor. How would you explain such a gruesome sight? The answer is you would not because there wasn't an explanation to give– you didn't even know what had happened.

The night went on as usual, your parents buying your story and continuing regular activity. When your sister had risen, she didn't remember a thing, only saying the last thing she recalled was shopping at the market. Your parents didn't think much of it as they gave her a simple reply before having her eat with the family. When you were presented with your plate, you could hardly stomach the sight of the food; however, you knew it would be rude to waste a precious meal, so you ate and shoved whatever bile threatening to scale your esophagus down.

After the meal, you were tasked with helping your mother clean the dishes. It was quiet between you both as you scrubbed the dishware and bowls, not yet feeling comfortable to voice words. Although you opted to stay muted, your mother did not make indications she would do the same.

"Thank you for taking care of your sister," the woman started, giving you a warm smile, "she really looks up to you, and I could not be prouder of that."

Her words broke you then and there as your eyes glossed over, feeling tears cascade down your face. Your mom stopped what she was doing and took hold of your face to have you look at her, "Whatever is the matter, dear?"

"But I didn't take care of her. She got hurt today because of my incompetence. How can I call myself a good sister after that?" You choked out between quiet sobs.

"Accidents happen, my dear," the parent soothed as she pulled you in, petting your hair to calm you, "The best thing you can do is learn from them."

You could only nod into your mother's bosom, not trusting your own voice at the time being. Maybe she was right– you just had to ensure the incident wouldn't repeat itself. You repeated that statement mentally as she held you, so why did you still feel guilty.

"After all, you took care of it, my dear," your mother sounded, "You killed that vile man."

Your eyes shot open, your breathing heavy, and your pulse uneven as you woke from your nightmare. It wasn't the first time that night terror had occurred, but you had to admit it had been a while since it had. Ever since birthing your children, the nightmares had been more consistent.

At first, they were an occasional occurrence, but as the months passed, once or twice a month turned into three to four times a week. Some lasted longer than others, and others were more frightening than some. Either way, your once dreamless nights began to fill with discomforting and restless evenings. Despite the abnormality of some of the dreams, you only deduced it as a result of stress. You kept yourself levelheaded on the outside, but within, you were drowning in your overwhelming thoughts.

Ever since your everlasting pact with Sukuna, things around the temple began to change significantly, at least for you. Perhaps someone with an ordinary eye would not notice these small changes, but you were focused on the finer details. Minimal adjustments such as staffing, specifically the addition of two new guards. It was not a large sum of security, definitely not an army, but for even one guard to join Sukuna's ranks was unusual. Your husband had not much need for any more manpower as he had plenty of that as it already was; however, the stranger part is that they seemed to be patrolling the areas where the mothers resided. This did not go unnoticed by anyone as rumors were already spreading, but everyone seemed to hold an opposite reaction from your own.

"Well, they definitely do not hurt my eyes.~"

"I heard from one of the kitchen maids that they're Sukuna's spies. Apparently, one of the moms here is being distasteful."

"Our dear husband protecting his prizes, how sweet.~"

"This was bound to happen since last year's inspections– truly disappointing how many failed progeny there were."

Meaningless jokes, endearing words, bustling rumors, but no mentions of concerns. You found this new detail far from good because the guards were not focused on the mothers nor the children but rather on the surroundings of the room they inhabited. Their eyes were cautious and were jumping from place to place, their forms tense, almost as if they were waiting for something to happen. Despite these prominent cues, everyone seemed to overlook it– you had heard a few women state that `Sukuna did not want them looking upon his prizes.`

"Y/n-sama, I've been requested to escort you to the gardens," a voice sounded; however, it was not your attendant but rather Uraume who had called out to you.

You had been seeing the individual more often than usual– what started off as passing glances and minimal greetings had turned into confrontational meetings and regular appearances; this happened to be one of those instances. It did not take you long to rise from your relaxed state, moving to take hold of your children before turning to Sukuna's right hand. Uraume did not say anything, only giving you a bow and a gesture to follow them to the gardens, where your attendant would most likely be waiting. Usually, the girl would be the one who greeted you on these mornings, but because of your recurring night terrors, you opted to have her take the time to focus on other tasks, telling her that you could wake yourself; however, when you first brought this conversation up, she hesitated on the idea. After some convincing, your attendant finally caved and gave you the mornings to yourself, but that did not last long.

It took around a week or two for Sukuna to figure out that you were spending most of your mornings alone, which your partner did not appreciate. Despite his detesting of the news, he did not lash out at anybody for it– the man seemed more apprehensive than infuriated. It took only a few days for Sukuna to appoint his direct helper to retrieve you. From then on, you were seen with Uraume for most of the morning before they left to perform their other duties.

You followed the individual down the corridor, glancing at the walls and what inhabited them. There wasn't much decorating the temple as Sukuna was not a sentimental man– he hardly kept his offerings unless they were of necessity. The walls were blank and lifeless, and viewing them could drive you insane if you focused on them.

"Y/n-sama, do you love Sukun-sama?"

Your breath hitched as you moved your gaze to look at the back of Uraume's head. There question left you speechless; however, it was not because you did not have an answer but rather their sudden interest that took you aback. The person did not vocalize their thoughts much, but you could always tell when they were thinking to themselves.

"Yes, he is my husband. Why would I not love him?" you quickly stated.

"You do not have to lie to me (Y/n)-sama."

You could not help but worry at Uraume's comment. Did they know your intentions? Were they going to remove your twins from your care? Had they already discussed this with Sukuna? How long did you have left?

"And where is your evidence of that, Uraume?" you managed to keep your voice leveled despite the anxiety creeping up on you, but you needed to keep your composure if you wanted to win this little tussle, being if you had to fight at all.

A chuckle resonated through the hall.

"You're right... I have no proof, only my own conspiracies. I admire your ability to hold that over me– your defensive side is a site to see. If I'm being honest, when you first came to the temple, I did not think much of you as I thought you were just another woman to bear Sukuna's kin; you proved me wrong (Y/n)-sama. I do not understand how you managed, but you have Sukuna-sama wrapped around your finger like I have never seen before," Uruame voiced, a lightness to their tone before continuing, "Perhaps it is for the best, after all, you are both seem satisfied with your current standing."

For the rest of the trip, you sustained the following stillness, only giving the individual a hum in response to their last comment. When the garden came into view, you internally sighed in relief, glad to rid yourself of this mind-wracking conversation. Too bad things couldn't stay that way.

"Y/n-sama, your village has started to retaliate against Sukuna's command. Truth be told, it has been going on for the past year; however, things have started to escalate— for the sake of your family unit, keep yourself on guard," The righthand warned, turning to leave you to your daily activities.

Just peachy, another occurrence to write down in your list of troubles.

You would not get proper rest in a while.

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[revacholian-girl-utena]

There are no stars. There is no light. There will be no future. (Requested by @thediscoelysiumlesbian )

Alt text: Screencaps from Revolutionary Girl Utena with overlaid text. 1: A closeup of Anthy's eyes, hair down and no glasses, staring down Utena in the moment she discovers Akio abusing Anthy. Text: "Oh, yes."

2: A closeup of Utena's eyes, wide with shock, from the same scene. Text: "This is real darkness."

3: A framed photo of Akio and Anthy, half in shadow as the window shades rise to reveal the room. Text: "Real darkness has love for a face."

4: Anthy's silhouette, hair flying wildly, pierced by many blades. Text: "The first death is in the heart." End alt text.

[kcyars99]

it goes without saying that child molestaton is nothing to make fun of nor you should out the victim of sexual abuse because it’s the victims story to tell

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Drake has zero problems harassing and targeting the wives and fiancé of his rivals (pusha t and Kendrick Lamar) and targeting women who once were associated with him but want nothing to do with him (Rihanna, Serena, Megan) but had to be shamed into being a father to his own son

and while he’s sitting here talking about how Kendrick being a "woman beater” and his son not being his but Dave free he’s out there being friends with that leprechaun who shot at Megan four years ago advocating for his freedom which is never gonna happen , possibly hiding an 11 year old daughter , text messaging teenage girls like a lovesick boyfriend even though he’s old enough to be their father and him being loud and wrongo about his rivals rough childhood(see the critical and commercial flop The Heart Part 6 in which f Drake claims that Lamar fixates on the topic of pedophila because of his own supposed molestation as a child, labeling this "trauma from [Lamar's] own confessions". Drake traces this to Lamar's song "Mother I Sober" off of his 2022 album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, referring to the song as "that one record where you say you got molested". However, the referenced song is actually about generational trauma and Lamar's mother not believing him when he truthfully told her he had not been molested.)

so it’s a problem for Kendrick to have a successful hit making record breaking potential song of the summer and song of the year, which is a complete annihilation of Drake but it’s okay for Drake to make light of molestation, messing with his male rivals family members and children’s, being inappropriate with teenage girls and hide children and not take care of them and make light of the trauma of black folks more specifically black women traumatic experiences and hangs out with these women’s abusers and it’s all friends with them? Are you kidding me? Don’t make me laugh.

I don’t care if there’s a gummy bear, teddy bears, the bearstein bears, Chicago Bears, Chicago Cubs, Yogi Bear, polar bear, black bear, grizzly bears, mama bear , Jeremy Allen White from the TV series the bear, little bear from the children series little bear, Paddington Bear, corduroy bear, Winnie the Pooh, Bear Grylls, heck, even smoky the bear I’m choosing those bears over Drake every time because they are not a sassy immature biiich like him

[troythecatfish]

Recently I just found out that "Pedophile Hunters" exists and their job is to hunt down and bring pedophiles to the authorities. I just want to let y'all know about these relatively unknown heroes. I am truly grateful that these kind of people still exist because of them I feel safer and more secure. ( pedophile NOT referring to LGBTQIA people )

[cyarskj1899]

Drake has zero problems harassing and targeting the wives and fiancé of his rivals (pusha t and Kendrick Lamar) and targeting women who once were associated with him but want nothing to do with him (Rihanna, Serena, Megan) but had to be shamed into being a father to his own son

and while he’s sitting here talking about how Kendrick being a "woman beater” and his son not being his but Dave free he’s out there being friends with that leprechaun who shot at Megan four years ago advocating for his freedom which is never gonna happen , possibly hiding an 11 year old daughter , text messaging teenage girls like a lovesick boyfriend even though he’s old enough to be their father and him being loud and wrongo about his rivals rough childhood(see the critical and commercial flop The Heart Part 6 in which f Drake claims that Lamar fixates on the topic of pedophila because of his own supposed molestation as a child, labeling this "trauma from [Lamar's] own confessions". Drake traces this to Lamar's song "Mother I Sober" off of his 2022 album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, referring to the song as "that one record where you say you got molested". However, the referenced song is actually about generational trauma and Lamar's mother not believing him when he truthfully told her he had not been molested.)

so it’s a problem for Kendrick to have a successful hit making record breaking potential song of the summer and song of the year, which is a complete annihilation of Drake but it’s okay for Drake to make light of molestation, messing with his male rivals family members and children’s, being inappropriate with teenage girls and hide children and not take care of them and make light of the trauma of black folks more specifically black women traumatic experiences and hangs out with these women’s abusers and it’s all friends with them? Are you kidding me? Don’t make me laugh.

I don’t care if there’s a gummy bear, teddy bears, the bearstein bears, Chicago Bears, Chicago Cubs, Yogi Bear, polar bear, black bear, grizzly bears, mama bear , Jeremy Allen White from the TV series the bear, little bear from the children series little bear, Paddington Bear, corduroy bear, Winnie the Pooh, Bear Grylls, heck, even smoky the bear I’m choosing those bears over Drake every time because they are not a sassy immature biiich like him

[coockie8]

y do u write such fucked up shit like the dark ace/lightning strike relationship like whats the point?

A couple of reasons.

1: I can. It's fiction, these characters are not real people, and if I wanna torture them I can do so without bringing harm to a real human being; discomfort is not harm, if you don't like what I write/draw, fucking block me like a sensible adult, or get off the internet if you're so young you need someone else to curate your online experience for you. I'm not your parents; I'm a random stranger on the internet.

and

2: To cope. With a lot of different things. I was groomed, molested, and raped as a child, and writing about similar things in fiction helps me to process. Posting it helps other people who might not be as creatively inclined to process as well; I know this because I had countless people tell me my writing helps them cope and/or process. And also Group Therapy is a thing.

I also suffer from deeply disturbing and violent intrusive thoughts. Antis are so worried about fiction turning people into predators that they never stop to consider a lack of a fictional outlet would probably turn me into a murderer.

So honestly, which would you rather? I write some fucked up fiction about cartoon characters, or I let the intrusive thoughts win and bludgeon my coworker to death with a lead pipe? :)

[the-fruit-tea-devil]

Chomos who were unalived

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, rape⚠️

Chomos that were unalived part 2

1. Richard Huckle

Huckle worked as an English teacher to get close to kids so that he can groom them. He sexually assaulted almost 200 young children (under 12) from Cambodia and Malaysia and created a CP website. His murder: A guy named Paul Fitzgerald beaten, stabbed, strangled and sodomized him for about an hour. Turns out, Fitzgerald was also a violent s*x predator who even targeted minors.

2. Theodore Dyer

He m*lested a 9 year old girl. His murder: His bunker was a man named Steven Sandison, who was sentenced to life without parole for murdering his girlfriend. When he found out his new bunkie was a chomo, he told him to Dyer to shut up and find a new cell. But Dyer kept trying to justify his actions. Sandison had enough so he knocked this guy down and strangled him to death

3. Robert Munger

Robert Munger was serving 43 years in prison for CP possession and r*ping underage girls, including the younger sister of his killer Shane Goldsby. Shane Goldsby was arrested for stealing a police car but decided to give his life to God and become a man of peace during prison.

His murder: Then Robert Munger unfortunately became Shane’s new bunkie. Unlike Sandison, Goldsby gave his chomo bunker many many chances to be removed before killing him. He tried alerting the prison warden to remove this guy many many times. Not to mention, Munger kept talking about and even bragging about what he did. He even admitted to raping Goldsby’s younger sister. Once he found out, that was the last straw. He punched and stomped him to death. Because of this, Goldsby was given another 24 years in prison and he tearfully apologized to Munger’s family

4. Mateo Condelucci

What he did: Mateo Condelucci was convicted of cases of CSA charges, including 5 year old boy and a 13 year old girl. He served seven years total, if I recall correctly . (I’m no expert of the law but that is too damn low)

His murder: James Fairbanks, a school teacher and divorced father of two, apparently knew about what Mateo had done. He also felt Mateo could be targeting his children so he went over to his house and shot him. He was then given 40-70 years. Even his own daughter wasn’t upset about his death.

5. Klaus Grabowski

What he did: R*ped and murdered 7 year old Anna Bachmeier. He had also previously abused two other girls. The Murder: Little Anna skipped school and came over Klaus’s house to pet his cats and then he sexually abused her and strangeled her. He lied to the court by stating she tried to extort money from him. The mother, Marienne, then shot him 7 times at court.

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

He also did a lot of other terrible things to her

[knightscanfeeltoo]

If there's anything Casey Jones Hates more than Robbers, Burglars and any Lawbreakers, its Child F*CKING Molesters...

(i didn't wanna talk about those creepos but i feel like i have to post some anti-pedos pic, also please do not be like casey jones no matter how much you hate those disgusting people...)

[timeisacephalopod]

It is absolutely wild to me that America is having a groomer panic when the supreme court basically just told Mormons they can diddle children and not report it because "religious freedom" and I'm really starting to wonder when this "religious freedom" stops if not reporting literally the worst crime you can commit is fine under the guise of God. Perhaps these people would be fine with a father murdering his daughter because she had premarital sex and that brought dishonor on the family, or are they against that only because they associate so called "honor killings" with Muslims? Because the way it's going they are ONE stop away from genuinely arguing this with the way they've allowed religion to shit all over everyone else's rights by holding the feelings of Christians above literally everything else, including CSA victims. Religious freedom is not the right to take away everyone else's rights regardless of what a Certain Brand of Christian thinks. Especially when the only religion that gets this freedom in the US (and Canada) is Christianity.

Like don't panic about groomers if you're going to make it legal for Mormons to rape children and do nothing about it, and instead of calling trans people pedos come out and saw what you mean because I'm tired of the political right couching everything they say in coded fucking language so they can hide their actual intentions. If you need to do this much subterfuge to hide your political goals you damn well KNOW your ideas are unpopular and fucked up I wish these people were even a quarter as oppressed as they think they are because then we'd actually start violently and virulently questioning literally everything about everything whenever a republican or a conservative opened their fucking face instead of only doing that to people we don't like while accepting whatever horse shit falls out of the political rights ass no matter how ridiculous or who gets hurt, children they want to "save" so bad included.

[potatoo-whump]

*Tests you* tell us about your oc!

*inhales* OH BOY!

Okay so, Dante (and all of our other ocs) are part of this giant OU that me and my partner made and,,, it's big,,, and expansive,, we've been working on this story for over a year so there's a lot jfjfj

Read more cause long post, tw for child abuse, molestation mentions, suicide attempts and a lot of fucked up shit

In the main OU, we like to experiment with different ideas, is an urban fantasy world with a fuck ton of creatures (non-humans are called "monsters" because... racism). Dante is a werewolf, which unlike in popular culture isn't "masquerading" as a human, werewolves are simply that,,, wolf men. They're very hairy, have wolf ears and tails, inhanced hearing and sense of smell, a wolf form and a stereotypical "full-moon form" where they turn into what most people think of a werewolf. There's also a lot of different types of werewolves like there's different types of wolves, grey werewolves are the most common, but there's also artic werewolves, desert werewolves, etc etc.

Dante is a direwolf, a kind of werewolf that is... very largely extinct (due to monster hunters, who find and kill any monster they come across due to a lot of reasons, religion, plain old sadism, trying to make the world better through very fucked up bad means etc) except for some large families/packs, direwolves tend to get,,, fucking massive,, normal heights being around 6'2-6'5 with a lot of muscle mass... but Dante is not that height jfjr

Dante was born in 1957 in Sicily, to a horribly abusive father, and a mother that abandoned him at birth to save her own skin from said father. Werewolves, while the government didn't encourage hunting them, were still thought as heartless monsters instead of people, so there wasn't the laws to protect him from.. horrible abuse. Dante spent his first few years with his father's side of the family, mostly cause Dante's father was too "immature" to take care of a newborn baby turned toddler. And it was when he was 4 where he got practically tossed back at his father so he would "learn responsibility"... which backfired horribly cause all that it resulted in was horrfic abuse.

From the very beginning, when Dante got given back to his father, he didn't get a bed, he slept in the closet with a hard old pillow and a moth eaten blanket. With no toys or friends or anything. Locks on his "bedroom" door and on the pantry.. and the only side of the family he knew, his father's side, did nothing but make up excuse after excuse for his father while he was abused.

His extended family did love him, but not enough to help him, ignoring the abuse and thinking it would get better.

His father cut off his pinkie finger when he was 6,,, which is an ow

When he was 8, his father pushed him into being a choir boy for the church, as all of their family is deeply catholic, which lead to him spending a very very large amount of alone time with a not great priest.. who ultimately molested him for years until he outgrew the position and spent a lot less time with the priest. But also at that time, Dante learned about something way too early for his age..

He learned about death. He learned about it when one of his aunts died of an overdose and when a 16 year old girl killed herself by jumping off a bridge.. and Dante.. tired and depressed despite being so young.. climbed to the highest story of his grandmother's house,, opened the window and tried to jump. Only to get snagged at the waist by his uncle, who pulled him back inside and held him while he sobbed

Dante tried though,,, he tried again and again, and everytime he failed.

His father pulled him from school when he was 9,, so poor man never got past 5th grade

He tried when he was 12 by swallowing whatever pills he could find,, only to wake back up

When he was 13 he started going to parties... a lot of parties with drugs and alcohol and a bunch of things a depressed 13 year old shouldn't have

He got addicted to coke,,, and then lost his virginity when he was 14 to a guy who was almost 18

Another attempt when he was 16 by slitting his wrists, which didn't work either he didn't cut deep enough

Then when he was 23 he sleeps with a women for once (he's very gay,,, he was experimenting) and accidentally got her pregnant... whoops.

This women is Elisabetta... she's a cunt,,, another abusive bitch who gave him.. more trauma

Let me know if you want more, he still goes to prison, has his kids hate him for something he didn't do, and have two more attempts left jfjfjf and this is just one character we have so much-

[frilledshark-enthusiast]

I am not a psychologist, but if it comes out that Colleen was severely abused sexually, I would absolutely not be surprised. Her obsession with sexualising children is disturbing, and animal abuse could also be a symptom of all the abuse. It would never make everything okay, but there are just too many jokes in these areas. especially with her brother being a pedo. Lighting doesn’t usually strike twice.

[xx-slug-xx]

Idk anon, I feel like while telling someone to kill yourself is undoubtedly bad, saying that if you say it to a litteral child predator makes you just as bad as the predator waters down the severity of the other’s misdeeds. Telling someone to kill themselves still makes someone a bad person, regardless of who they say it to. However, it’s not comparable to a sexual predator or abuser of an kind since the topics are completely unrelated and the actions are completely different :/

Love the enthusiasm anon, and I know what you mean (in a way), but maybe it’s a bit too enthusiastic /lh

My thing is that I believe anyone who tells someone to kill themselves is automatically worse than the person they harassed.

Say it to a rapist? You're worse than a rapist. Say it to child molester? You're worse than a child molester.

Say it to a proshipper? Guess what! You're worse than a proshipper

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[george-rr-binks]

Honest question. How many bigots have to turn out to be child predators before we can just make that the immediate assumption/stigma of any and all homophobia? Cos I guarantee they did it for LGBT people with a lot fewer.

[ratvillainy]

According to Steven Tyler:

SA of your birth child: Bad ☒ (1)

SA of child you have guardianship over: Good 🗹 (2)