#Protector

[metamorphicmuse]

Guardian Angel

[undead-knick-knack]

That's his mom 😭

[marejadilla]

Allison Reimold, "Protector Of The Small", 2024, oil on Gessobord. American, b. 1987, L.A. native, pop surrealist painter and illustrator.

[thesunnyowl]

King, Leader, Chief and Father of the Gods and Humans.

God of the Sky, Lightning, Thunder, Rain, Storms, Fate, Law, Order and Moral Conduct.

Protector of People, Cities and Homes.

The All-powerful Overseer of Earthly Events and Human Destiny.

[mystery-aberration]

System roles do not have to be your entire identity. You do not have to conform to the stereotypes of them, and you do not have to hold your role alone or without help. You do not need to keep them forever, either. They may be what you were placed into the system to help with, and they may be something you are good at--but it does not have to be you forever.

I am a persecutor, and that does not mean I should be treated differently or harmed. Being a persecutor does not mean that everyone should be scared of you by default either.

Protectors should not be expected to be strong and emotionless walls to put in front of everything all the time. They do not need to be tools.

Comforters might need a break to unload their own stress and need comfort in turn. They do not need to give all of themselves to everyone else and never expect help back.

Littles may not be littles forever, and should not be devalued just because they are children. They are just as real and alive as any other system member and should be taken into account.

Trauma/memory holders might need help to cope with the things they hold, and sometimes when the time is right it means sharing that burden. Maybe there is no right time, but they deserve support whether they can share those memories or not.

Gatekeepers may need a break from controlling switches or access to front, and should be allowed one if needed. Gatekeeping can be a lot of work.

Hosts do not need to do everything for the body or system all the time. Sometimes, being the host of a system can be hard, and support and breaks are deserved.

Systems often put a lot of weight on roles, and it can impact the way that those who have them can feel about their role. It is okay to fit into your role, but it is also okay to not fit, or to end up not fitting your role over time. Some headmates can feel like a failure if they do not uphold their role, some can feel like they have no other choice even if they wanted to not perform it. But a role is a description, it is not an essence of who you are and will forever be. This may be non-traditional but we use roles exclusively as self descriptors so that we do not get wrapped up in what we "should be". If the label no longer fits, or if you need help more than you might have in the past, that is okay.

Be kind to yourselves, and be kind to your other headmates.

[anretoga]

Destined to lay down their lives for those they cherish in this isolated world.

[aventurineswife]

Running in the Shadows

Summary: Caught in a chase under the moonlit sky, you believe you can outrun Moze, the elusive Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing. But Moze quickly catches up, only to surprise you.

Tags: Moze x Reader(can be read as platonically) Chase scene, Hurt/Comfort, Protector, Slow Burn, Tension, Fluff with Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Barefoot Running.

Warnings: Mentions of panic and fear during the chase, Slight physical restraint, Mild emotional tension.

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Original Idea

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the deserted streets of the city. You sprinted down the narrow alleyways, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you glanced back over your shoulder. The sound of footsteps echoed ominously behind you, but you believed you could outpace your pursuer. After all, you were nimble and fast, and this was your territory.

You turned sharply, weaving through the shadows, your breath quickening as you picked up speed. However, the footsteps only grew louder, each step punctuating the air with an unsettling promise. Who was chasing you? You didn��t have time to think about it; you needed to escape.

As you rounded another corner, the alley widened, and you felt a rush of hope. Perhaps you could find a place to hide, a chance to lose whoever was behind you. You pushed your legs harder, ignoring the sting of your bare feet against the cold pavement, the gravel digging into your soles. You were almost there—just a few more steps.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed ahead of you, and instinct kicked in. You turned to run the other way, but in an instant, the figure emerged from the darkness—a tall, muscular silhouette with gray hair cascading over one shoulder. You recognized him instantly.

“Moze...” you gasped, feeling a mix of fear and an inexplicable thrill.

He moved with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you with ease. Panic surged through you, and you quickened your pace again, but it was futile. With a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed your waist, effortlessly lifting you off your feet.

“Got you.” he said, his voice low and steady, but there was no malice in his tone—only an unsettling calm.

Before you could react, he lowered you gently onto something soft. Confused, you looked down to find your shoes—waiting for you. The act was so unexpected, so disarming, that you almost forgot about your fear.

“Why were you running?” Moze asked, his violet-blue eyes locking onto yours, a hint of concern flickering beneath his stoic demeanor.

You stammered, “I… I thought you were after me.”

“I was,” he admitted, a faint smirk teasing the corner of his lips. “But not in the way you think.”

His hands remained on your, grounding, you as you tried to catch your breath. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface—a connection that transcended the chase.

“Put your shoes on,” he said, his voice softening. “You’ll hurt yourself running around barefoot.”

The warmth of his hands lingered on your skin, and you nodded, slipping your feet into the shoes. The fit offered a sense of security, a reminder that despite the shadows surrounding you, there was someone watching over you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, looking up at him. “I didn’t expect you to… uh help me?”

“Neither did I,” he replied, his expression unreadable. “But you shouldn’t have to run alone.”

In that moment, as the city around you buzzed with the life of the night, the world felt a little less chaotic. Moze, the enigmatic Shadow Guard, had pulled you from the edge of fear, reminding you that sometimes, the shadows held more than just danger; they held unexpected allies.

Just then, a distant siren blared, cutting through the stillness of the night. Moze’s expression hardened, the vulnerability replaced by a shadow of tension.

“We need to move.” he said, suddenly alert.

“Where?” you asked, glancing around nervously.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes scanning the dark alley as if he could sense something looming just beyond the edge of the shadows. “Anywhere but here.” he replied, a cryptic urgency lacing his tone.

Before you could question him further, he reached for your hand, pulling you toward the darkest recess of the alley. The grip was firm, yet the moment felt surreal, as if the very air around you was thickening with unspoken truths.

As you ran, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air. Just ahead, you spotted a narrow doorway that led to the unknown. With a fleeting glance over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of movement—a flicker of shadows beyond the light.

Just as you reached the door, the echo of hurried footsteps filled the alley behind you—voices, angry and demanding. Moze’s grip tightened, and in one swift motion, he yanked open the door, revealing an inky darkness that swallowed you whole.

“What’s back there?” you asked, your heart racing.

“I don’t know,” Moze replied, glancing back at you, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. “But we don’t have time to find out.”

You hesitated at the threshold, the fear of the unknown clashing with the urgency of the moment. “Moze, wait—”

He turned, his violet-blue eyes piercing through the dark. “Trust me,” he urged, an intensity in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine. “We can’t let them catch us.”

And in that moment, as the door creaked open wider, you were faced with a choice. You could step into the darkness with him, leaving everything behind, or retreat to the light where you might be safe but alone.

As you weighed your options, the footsteps grew louder, and the shadows began to close in around you. The last thing you heard before the door swung shut was Moze’s voice, a whisper that echoed in your mind: “Sometimes, the darkest paths lead to the brightest futures…”

The door slammed shut, and the world around you faded to black, leaving you to wonder what awaited in the unknown and whether you would ever find your way back.

[chillhypocrite]

Magic protects Arthur Pendragon

[milktoooth]

𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜r

[sys-protector-culture]

Protector culture is having to shut down emotions every time the Host goes to look at something he knows will hurt him.

I’d follow him to Hell and back but I just wish he’d stop going there. /ref

[tsubaki94]

Happy Truce and Happy New Year @auroraphantasma I'm your gifter for the Truce this year. XD

I liked the idea of found family and Danny having role models he can look up to and learn from so I went with the first prompt:

Lost time (mentor/parental Clockwork + Danny), (all my prompts are kinda found family themed bc i love this scrunkly teen ghost getting adopted by increasingly weirder/more powerful beings); i love them interacting, hanging out and joking doing pranks.

Couldn't decide how to illustrate this relationship either so it turned into three moments when Danny appreciates having the master of time around. (Being saved in the nick of time) (Getting help with his history homework) (Finding that Clockwork has taken his time to ensure Danny gets a good night's sleep.)

Now onward to a new year. ^^

[tuliptruth]

Hot take but I don’t think when a system is asked to take accountability it’s always the systems fault. First of alters are always there for a reason they form from when we are in a stressful situation or need care/protect/gatekeep etc etc. a lot of the times I’ve been called out for my system “acting out” was whenever my “interact with caution” alter would be fronting or the ones that you’re not allowed to talk to at all. But despite this boundary people would still provoke or try to talk to that specific alter despite us as a system recommending not to do that for that exact reason. Now I don’t say what my alter did www right (insulted my friends threatened and harassed people) but if our boundaries could’ve just been respected and you wouldn’t of have provoked such an aggressive alter this whole thing could’ve been avoided. See,now I don’t say it’s an excuse but it’s rare that alters act out for no reason. Most of the time it’s because they feel threatened or scared so they behave strangely or act out. For me personally our alters like that can be normal as long as you treat them normally or are very cautious with them. Whenever people tell me “x alter did —-“ my first question is on what happened. I doubt my avenger alter would’ve harassed someone for fun! I mean their whole role is being an avenger. Besides they are normal to people outside the system if they don’t feel scared so whenever I get reports like that I honestly can’t feel like I am in the wrong for it. You provoked, talked, scared and aggressive/sensitive alter and they responded badly. What did you expect honestly?

No matter what if my system caused serious damage for no reason (which has never happened there was always a reason as to why my alters did “bad stuff”) I will take accountability and even if they did bad stuff for good reasons I will take accountability but I won’t ever feel sympathy for you if you know alters like that act out and still enable them.then get mad that they react like they do. That’s your fault. Fuck around find out

[metamorphicmuse]

Road Trip (pt. 9) - Stay For The Beaches

This concludes a series reimagining a 1950s ad campaign for travel to the California Coast.

[sysboxes]

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[thesunnyowl]

Goddess of Wisdom, Courage, Warfare, Military Victory, Military Tactics, Strategy, The Defence of Towns, Heroic Endeavour, Weaving, Pottery, Handicraft, Practical Reason and Good Counsel.

Protectress of the City and Patron of Athens.

Member of the Twelve Olympians.

The Wisest, Most Courageous and Most Resourceful of the Olympian Gods.

The Favourite Daughter of Zeus.