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[sleepy-natalie]

PSA - Blog w Sexual Content Containing Minors

This is a callout post. Please reblog.

TW Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content. But PLEASE read if you can.

The more I think about it, the sicker I feel that there were people in my DMs that think it's okay to write about Eddie Munson molesting a 4 year old. Not just think it's okay but actively, publicly liking that kind of content.

I reported and blocked the post and the blog owner from every blog I own but something still wasn't sitting right with me. The original post is gone but the blog is still there.

I didn't give the url in my previous post because this person is a minor and I didn't want them to be harassed, no matter how vile and disgusting their content is. But upon seeing that there was more disgusting content from this user, in my quest to block every single person that's interacted with them, I've reconsidered.

I still don't condone the harassment of another user. But I strongly encourage everyone that is able to report their (ickybatz) posts and blog. I see that they've said they "don't condone the sexualization of a minor" but in openly imagining the reader in the fic to be SEVEN TO EIGHT YEARS OLD and encouraging the people interacting with the post to imagine her as ANY AGE they are doing just that.

I vomited in my mouth a little at the "twins fr" comment. Just to be clear, incase you haven't been following. THE COMMENTS BELOW ARE DISCUSSING THE READER IN A SMUT FICTION TO BE SIX TO EIGHT YEARS OLD. They aren't making cute lil jokes.

This person is posting their content on the "ickybatz" tumblr.

There are 178 notes on that post! Some of the people in the notes are FOURTY years old. There are Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn blogs in the notes of that post, liking this content. I hope they're fucking ashamed of themselves.

I am actually legitimately sad about some of the people I had to block. I also have no interest in fandom discourse. But protecting children from predators is a hill I'm willing to die on. A hill I am most certainly willing to give up this blog for.

Lastly as this person is a minor and I am an adult that does not interact with minors online, I just wanted to say that their post was sent to me by a concerned friend. I did not seek it out or find it organically by scrolling through their content.

[sleepy-natalie]

Fear (E)

pairing: kylo ren x kidnapped!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: minors dni, kidnapping, mentions of anxiety, force use, mentions of injury, let me know if there is anything else.

notes: graphic made by me. this is my first post on here, so please let me know if you have any tips! i would love some constructive criticism on this (and it is welcome on any other post), so if you have any notes, please leave them in the comments. check out my pinned post for information on requests and other tidbits, thank you for reading!

Fear was a terrible thing to feel. The emotion was commonly felt, however, especially now. Especially in this situation.

You were well acquainted with fear. Fear often collides with anxiety, forcing antsy and chaste apologies from one another before continuing on their jog to the back of your mind. You were anxious enough for fear to be ever present in your day to day life.

Whether it was over something silly, like wondering if you had remembered to lock your door after leaving for work, or wondering what would become of you now that you had been kidnapped by the First Order.

That was your current dilemma.

You were sat in a small cell, chained to the bench against the wall with very little to stimulate your mind. This left you to think about all of the possibilities in which your life would lead, thanks to your anxiety. Dried tear stains littered your grimy cheeks, your eyes puffy and bloodshot. Your wrists were rubbed raw from where you were attached to the wall, and your hands were shaking. From fear or hunger, you could not tell.

You had no way to tell how much time has passed since you've been taken, no clock or window to watch from. You could feel yourself teetering on the verge of a psychotic break, restless from your time in the cell and the constant wondering of the what if's and the then what's.

You didn't know why you had been kidnapped in the first place. You were a caretaker, helping out an old, lonely man in his small hut. He had had an important visitor that night, a few hushed words shared between them and a message passed along. That was when they came. The First Order, looking—hunting—for someone, or something.

The guest had left quickly, managing to narrowly escape the merciless wrath of the stormtroopers. You had no time to escape into the desert before troopers raided the home, killing your employer. That's when you fainted.

You woke up in the cell, alone and unaware of your surroundings. No one has come to visit you, torture you, feed you. What felt like days could have been mere hours, minutes even. But the steady taps of your foot grounded you, giving your brain something to do. One, two, three, four taps of my toes.

Your feet made quiet tip-tap noises, and a louder, heavier stomp accompanied your sounds soon after, stopping right in front of your door.

It slid open with a whoosh, revealing a man dressed head-to-toe in black. His hands were gloved, boots heavy and made of leather. His robes covered the entirety of his body, a metal helmet covering his head. He had a dark, powerful aura, causing fear to roll through you once more. Fear and anxiety were having quite a long chat this time.

The man entered your cell, door closing behind him as he stood in front of you. You gulped and looked down at the floor, quaking in his presence and unsure of your purpose here. You were an average person, nothing special enough about you to kidnap you. His motive confused and frightened you.

"Do you know why you're here?" His modulated voice startled you, causing you to jump in surprise. You quickly tried to gather yourself as you shook your head, aggressively swallowing to try and gain some moisture in your cotton-dry mouth.

Your head jerked upwards suddenly, the speed causing your neck to ache. You gasped as you made eye contact with the mask, noticing his hand had tensed at his side, "You will look at me when I speak to you," He growled, you could feel his glare burning your skin, "Do you know why you are here?"

You tried to shake your head again, only to discover that you couldn't move, "N-no sir." You mumbled, tears pooling in your eyes. The fear hasn't left, normally it would have left by now. This emotion, fear, seems to be the new norm, a constant in your ever-changing life.

"That's better," He acknowledged, a slight twitch of the helmet making it seem like he nodded in approval, "You are here because you have demonstrated signs of the force. Do you know what that is?"

Again, you tried to shake your head, still unable to do so, "N-no, sir." Your bottom lip quivered now, the strain on your neck causing more pain than you thought was necessary. You had shown no signs of resistance, following his orders, so why were you still forced to look up at him?

"And do you have any idea where the man in your hut has gone? What he talked about?"

You didn't even try to gesture your answer this time, "No, sir."

A sudden, sharp pain throbbed in your skull, making your eyes overflow with tears as they started to stream down your face. You bit your lip to muffle the scream of pain you let out, feeling like a hand was rifling through your brain, searching for something.

It was gone as quick as it came, and so was the hold on your head. You slumped back against the wall; quick, uneven breaths escaped you as you trembled. Again, fear present in your shaky form.

The man watched you carefully as you attempted to gather yourself. He noticed the constant shake of your hands, the anxious bouncing of your leg. He could see the remnants of your attempts to escape, wrists rubbed raw from resisting the cuffs chaining you to the wall. But, he could also sense your curiosity, your confusion. The underlying anger buried so deep within yourself, you probably didn't know it was there. Covered by anxiety and, above all, fear.

He smirked at that, knowing he had that power over you. Knowing that he could frighten you so gave him a confidence boost, a reassurance of his position and yours. You were the prisoner, and he decided your fate.

He felt comforted, knowing that beneath the timidness you held, you were just as enraged as him. He could mold you, help you become something great, help you channel that anger and create something beautiful of the universe, alongside him.

You flinched when he spoke, an unseen smirk creeping its way onto his lips, "You will become my apprentice. I will show you how to use the force, and in return, you will obey me as your superior." You looked up at him in confusion, the expression on your face caused sinful thoughts to flash in his mind, "Am I clear?"

A shaky breath left your pouty lips, dry and bitten, "Yes, sir."

[sleepy-natalie]

WELCOME

Hello, and welcome to my tumblr page! Here, you can read and request stories featuring the reader and some of your favorite characters. This is a new blog, so there aren't any posts yet, but feel free to request anything you want written. A masterlist will be linked here in the future to make it easy to discover all of the stories soon to be written <3

Requests: OPEN

It might take a while for requests to be posted after I respond to you, because I haven't written in a long time, but I promise they will get done!

I will ignore requests if it includes something I don't write for. More information about requests can be found here

[sleepy-natalie]

REQUESTS

Requests are OPEN

Please read below before you send in your requests:

I'll try answering requests as best as I can, as long as I am comfortable enough with them. Feel free to request smut, fluff, and angst.

If I am uncomfortable with them or if I can't come up with anything for them, I won't be answering them. If you don't hear back from me for a long time then your ask was probably deleted.

Please do not send the same request over and over. I will 100% get to yours as long as I feel like I can answer them, so please be patient.

Anything too specific or broad, I probably won't do, UNLESS the idea is bomb af. I need enough room for creativity but it needs to be specific enough for me to be able to do what you want.

I am open to writing for any movie/show (as long as I have seen it), but I will not write for actors out of courtesy for them being real people. I also do not write male readers specifically. I will try my best to keep readers gender-neutral, but I don't think I'm the best writer to request a male reader.

All requests should be made through my asks.

Movies/Shows I Write For:

The Boy

Enola Holmes

Harry Potter/Marauders

The Hunger Games

The Labyrinth

The Last of Us

The Maze Runner

Narnia

The Queen's Gambit

Scream (First Movie)

Shadow and Bone

Stranger Things

Twilight

Any Others