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[horrorgamesandmagicalgirls]

Made another protection banner. Remember Madokami protects us from mean posts that threatens you to reblog it! It's ok if you ignore certain posts online.

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[findadnibanner]

Are requests still open? If so, can I have the tsugidoka from pop’n music on this bg

With text that says “The tsugidoka protect this blog! SFW interactions only! Pls?

lmk if you need any changes! ^^

[steve-language-rogers]

Should Have Known Better

A pool day with the Avengers causes Steve to figure out your secret. Hurt/comfort. Steve Rogers x f!reader. Steve being so sweet and protective and perfect. Set sometime when all the Avengers (including Bucky) are happy and living in the tower together. Reader is also an Avenger. Oneshot. 3.6k.

Tw: Reader is being abused by an unspecified male someone close to her. Dissociation. Bruises. Anxiety. Please take care of yourself if this content may trigger you.

A/N: This is my first fic and has been in my notes a LONG time. Wrote it for myself when I was going through something tough and figured there might be others who could use a lil fictional man comfort.

18+ only. Minors DNI. I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, put on other platforms, or stolen.

GIF by @buckyscombatboots

You should have known better.

Some snide remark you make with a mischievous look at Tony about being a little rusty after his bad dive into the water would come back to bite you in the ass. He's the king of snide remarks, and no insults, no matter how playful, go unpunished. Most of the time, you took his teasing as a sign that he liked you. Today, the consequences of his taunting were much more than you bargained for.

August in Manhattan was scorching, so the team was lounging at the Tower's rooftop pool for a rare day of relaxation. You used to love swimming, but you chose to stay dry in your coverup for a reason–a good reason.

However, Tony could never have known this. A few drinks later and, "You know what makes iron rust faster, Y/N, water!" The next thing you knew you were pushed from the edge of the pool straight into the water.

Gasps of disbelief and giggles filled the air from the team, alongside a lightly chastising, "Tony!" from Steve. When you got your head back to the surface, you shrieked at him with indignation, a smiling tugging on your lips as you pulled yourself back onto the edge. Thankfully, it had all happened too fast and the water made too much of a splash for them to have seen your skin when you went under.

"You'll pay for that when you're least expecting it, Stark," you warned, stamping your soaked feet inside.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Natasha., smiling You paused in the doorway.

"To dry off..." you say with a laugh, said as if it was obvious.

"Why don't you just take your coverup off and dry off in your bathing suit out here?" Bucky offered.

"Uhh...I don't want to get sunburned," you explained lamely.

"Sugar, there's an umbrella five feet away from you," said Sam.

"C'mon, no one's gonna judge you if your six pack isn't a defined as Thor's." Tony joked. Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Bruce, who shook his head in exasperation.

"Guys, just let her go," Steve defended.

Your response rushes out of your mouth and you shift your weight from foot to foot, "I'd really rather just dry this off inside quickly. I'll be right back." You turn and continue into the room, and turn to close the door after you, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Right behind you!" he called out, "I just have to grab something quickly," he smiled.

You held the door open for him and gazed up at his sweet expression, hoping he couldn't see how your eyes sparkle for him. "You didn't have run, Steve. I would've waited for you."

"Well," he tilts his head shyly, "I know, but I didn't want to hold you up," he says. "I know you didn't want to get wet today and I'm sure you're uncomfortable." Ugh, why did he always have to be so conscientious?

"Plus," he whispers, leaning close to your ear, "you're dripping all over Tony's expensive hardwood." He meets your eyes with a teasing gaze and nudges your elbow before heading down the hall.

You walk as quickly as you can to the closest bathroom, trying your best not to drip all over the place. Since you're wearing a bathing suit under your coverup, you don't bother to close the door as you strip off the garment and start drying it with a hair dryer.

You should have known better.

The loud whir of the dryer prevents you from hearing Steve's footsteps as he returns. "Y/N?" he calls. You don't notice him approaching until he right on the other side of the doorway. "You can wear this if you wan–what the fuck?"

Shit! You slam the bathroom door shut but it's too late. You know he's already seen the purple and yellow bruises covering most of your ribcage and abdomen.

In typical protective Cap fashion, the door instantly yanks back open as he storms in. Does Steve respect his teammates privacy more than any of the other Avengers? Yes. But his concern for their safety always takes precedence over privacy.

His eyes are wide, his brows are furrowed, and his mouth is hanging open. His whole body is tensed and you can see that Cap quickly replaced easygoing Steve the moment he caught sight of you.

"What the fuck happened to you, Y/N? Why are you covered in bruises like you've been beaten to shit?!" You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him. He's sounds mad. In a different situation, you'd have the wherewithal to know that he's just scared for you.

After recognizing your fear, he takes a deep breath to calm himself and softens his voice. His eyes are trained on you, desperately searching for a hint as to what's going on. Stepping closer to you and placing his hand gently on your arm, he asks again, "Y/N, what happened to cause all of these bruises?" His anger has dissipated from his words, but the question hold just as much authority as anytime Cap speaks.

"Steve, please" you whimper, trying to back away from the intensity of his gaze. "Please don't worry about it, it's nothing," you beg. You're staring at the marble counter, the tiled wall, even the damn wet coverup that started all of this as you attempt to avoid his gaze.

It's completely futile, as always when Steve is concerned about you and won't relent. "Y/N," he holds your jaw lightly, forcing you to face him, "I need you to tell me how you got those bruises."

The statement is final. You know he knows that they're not from a mission (he reads every report to make sure no one has gotten injured) and that he's not going to believe they're from some clumsy accident (he's had too many bruises himself and can tell what kind of marks a targeted attack leaves).

You can't tell him the truth. You close your eyes again to avoid his gaze, "It's fine Steve, they're almost healed," you say to try to deflect the question. He still doesn't let up.

"Y/N, did someone do this to you?" he asks, already half-sure of the answer. Your silence confirms his suspicions. He lowers his voice as soft as it can go, knowing what the next question will do to you. "Did someone close to you do this to you?" he asks.

Your eyes pop open involuntarily. You feel trapped and screwed because he knows–how did he know?

The instant he sees terror in your gaze, his heart breaks for you. How could he not have known? You're frozen in shock, reactionless. He moves his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair and bringing your face into his chest. His other arm wraps around your back, soothingly rubbing circles on it as he hugs you into him. "Oh, Y/N..." is all he can say for a moment, his voice wavering with the pain he feels for you and the guilt he feels for not seeing the signs sooner.

Tears stream down your cheeks but your face is frozen still in worry. You couldn't break down sobbing now to save your life if you needed to. It felt like your emotions just shut off completely. All you could do was hyperfocus on what you needed to do to keep yourself safe in that moment. Which was ridiculous, considering you were with Steve who had never, ever hurt you before. For some reason, danger still felt imminent.

Steve pulled back, cradling your face in his hands, brows furrowed with worry and eyes the slightest bit glossy. "You're safe now sweetheart. We're gonna keep you safe. I'm gonna keep you safe."

You nod because your brain tells you it's the right response. You're not sure if you're actually hearing anything he's saying. You register the feeling of his thumb, swiping across your cheek. He must see the glazed over look on your face. You think he calls your name a couple times and the next few minutes are blurry. You're breathing, breathing deeply and slowly with him. He's guiding you back to yourself.

You blink a couple of times as your awareness sharpens back into focus. "With me again sweetheart?" Steve asks, thumb still caressing your cheek. It's bad, he knows that. You need to see a professional right away, but he needs you conscious and present in your body first. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that this has happened to you. I'm never going to let it happen again. But right now, we really need to get you to a doctor."

You're shaking your head violently halfway through his sentence. "No, no I don't need a doctor," you say instinctively.

"Sweetheart, I've seen bruises like this before and we need to make sure that nothing is broken," he says. "I can call in Bruce, or Helen, if you'd like. No one else on the team has to know if you don't want them to. But we need to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" you ask, confused. "He's going to know, he always says I can't go to a doctor or the hospital, that they won't even treat me because nothing is wrong and he'll be so mad if I do it, I promised not to." The look in your eyes is wild, but you're speaking in sentences again and Steve takes this as a good sign. What you're saying is an entirely different story. But if he wants to help you, he can only take it one step at a time.

"He's never going to find out, I promise. Okay? You're not even going to leave the building, just downstairs in the medbay. No paperwork, no records, nothing. I'll stay with you if you want." You don't look convinced. "I promise he'll never know, alright? Do you trust me when I say that?" he asks, hoping to appeal to your rational side.

"Steve, I–I... he always finds out everything I try to keep from him. Why would this time be any different?" you're desperate and terrified, and Steve wants to rip that guy's throat out for everything he's done to make you like this.

"Sweetheart, because this time you have a team of superheroes and spies who are behind you," Steve says with a small smile.

This is what gets through to you. Your gaze flickers between his eyes, and your brows are still taught with fear. Slowly, however, you nod your head and say, "Okay Steve."

Relief floods his face as he pulls you back in for a gentle hug. "It's gonna be alright," he promises. You want to believe him so badly.

Thank you for reading! Comments & reblogs are always appreciated. If I can help anyone feel comforted by this, I'll have done my job<3

[kat651]

protective (Bucky x reader)

summary: Bucky helps reader out of an abusive relationship (reader is peters older sister)

You were sitting on a chair in the bruce’s lab, he was currently peering through a microscope as soft classical music played in the background. Bruce wasn't as ‘beefy’ as the others and the soft music that was always playing kept you calm so naturally you spent a lot of time there. Bucky had recently started spending all his free time in the lab as well, claiming that it was quiet there, making it the perfect place to think. 

You scratched your wrist before quickly pulling your sweater sleeve back down, you didn't want Bucky or Bruce to see the bruises on your wrist. You looked at the tiled floor and your mind began to wander, you really didn't want to go back home. If you could even call it that, your boyfriend was a horrible person when he was drunk, and he was drinking a lot more lately, a lot more. You shivered at the thought, you didn't want to go back and him take his anger out on you like he had last night. 

You jumped as a hand fell on your shoulder. “Sorry i didn't mean to startle you but i said your name twice,” bucky said, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You tried not to wince as he squeezed the bruise on your shoulder, but the expression on your face didnt go unnotaced by him. “You ok?”

“I yeah…” you quickly thought up a lie. “Just slept on my shoulder wrong is all, its a bit sore today.” 

“Oh, sorry.” bucky withdrew his hand. 

“Were you going to ask me something?” 

Bucky smiled. “Well, its just getting late, i didn't want you to have to head home in the dark, the city isn't exactly safe at night.”

You smiled and shook your head, “ill be ok…” you looked at your phone, checking the time. Eight o’ clock, you sighed. “I should get going.”

.-.-.

In the morning you dug through a drawer, searching for a head band, you had a new bruise on your temple, one that you needed to cover up. You sighed when you found it, quickly putting it on before exiting the bathroom. “And where are you going?!” you flinched as your boyfriend raised his voice at you. 

“Im going to work…” you lied. 

“No you're not its saturday, you always have saturdays off!” he yelled, grabbing your arm.

“They needed someone to fill in…” you whimpered. 

He let go and pushed you, causing you to trip and land on the ground, you went to catch yourself but ended up only hurting your wrist in the process. You let out a yelp of pain. 

“Well if you have to work then go, i don't want to hear about how you got fired because you were late!”

You jumped to your feet and ran out the door, a tear falling down your cheek as you clutched your sore wrist. 

When you arrived at the Avenger’s base, Bucky was standing with a cup of coffee, “good morning.” he said, giving you a smile. It quickly faded when he saw your sad face. “Are you ok? Did something happen…” he asked.

You nodded. “Im ok…” you whispered, not meeting his gaze. “Just tired.” 

“Oh…ok. Coffee?” he asked, going over to grab another coffee cup. 

You nodded. “Sure, that sounds nice…” 

Bucky poured you a cup and turned to hand it to you. You took it with a soft smile and took a sip as Bucky began to empty the dishwasher. As you sipped the hot coffee, your sweater sleeve pulled back enough to reveal your bruised wrist. 

“y/n, what happened to your wrist?” Bucky asked softly, turning. 

“Nothing.” you said, pulling the sleeve back down. “It's nothing…”

Bucky walked closer, a cup in his metal hand and a dish cloth in his right. “y/n you can tell me.”

“Bucky, I said it was nothing to worry about,” you said, backing up and placing your cup on the table. “Im ok…”

Bucky’s grip on the cup tightened slightly. “Who did that to you?” there was anger in his eyes. 

“Bucky…” 

His grip tightened more and the glass shattered, falling between his fingers and to the ground. You flinched and went to take another step back. You found that there was nowhere to go, the wall was right there. Fear and instinct took over and you covered your face as tears fell from your eyes.

Bucky’s face portrayed shock and he frowned, stepping over the broken glass. You slid to the floor as he came closer, scrunching into a ball and covering your face. “Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “Bucky, please…”

Pain filled bucky,s eyes and he knelt next to you. “y/n, im not going to hurt you, i promise…” he slowly pulled your hand away from your face. “Look at me, please…”

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up. Bucky slowly pulled you into a hug. “I would never hurt you…” he paused. “Did your… did your boyfriend do that?” 

You slowly nodded, letting out a sad whimper. “He wont let me leave, every time i do he threatens to hurt peter and our aunt… i- i cant risk that…” you whimpered. 

Bucky frowned before rubbing your back. “I wont let him hurt you or them… i promise…”

“Why do you care so much?” you asked softly.

Bucky sighed. “Because i… because i love you…”

You slowly looked up at him. “You love me?”

Bucky nodded. “Why do you think i've spent every day in Bruce's lab? Because that’s where you are.”

You blushed and let your head fall on his chest. “I love you too…”

Bucky chuckled. “ yo- you feel the same? I never thought you would…” bucky chuckled in disbelief before pressing a kiss on your temple. You quickly pulled away, wincing and covering your temple with your shaky fingers. Bucky frowned. “Let me see…” he whispered, slowly pulling your hand away from your face before gently sliding your headband off. Anger immediately filled his eyes. “I’ll kill him…” 

“Kill who?” Bruce asked as he walked in along with Steve, Tony, and Clint. “And why is there broken glass on the floor?”

“Can I tell them?” Bucky whispered. You nodded. “y/n’s boyfriend has been hurting her…” he said as he stood and pulled you to your feet, before gently hugging you. 

“He what?” Thor asked, walking in. “y/n what didn't you tell us?”

“He threatened to hurt peter!” you sobbed, hiding your face in Bucky's chest. 

“What?!” Tony shouted. You knew how protective Tony was of peter. “That's it, im gonna kill him.”

“Guys, let's be rational, we can't just go and kill him…”

“I'll go get Nat, we’ll handle it.” Clint said, turning to leave the room. 

“Why did none of us just think of calling the cops?” Steve asked. 

“I did,” Bruce and Tony said in unison. Tony fell quiet and let Bruce continue. “If we called the police all they'd have to do is put up a court order which could take who knows how long? Then y/n would have to go and give a testimony, it's just… it would take too long and be too much, this is better, it's faster too.” 

Clint came back with Nat. “we’ll be back soon, y/n, just stay here…” 

“We’ll go back and get your stuff later ok?” Bucky whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Oh. y/n, your welcome to stay in the tower if you'd like…” Tony said. 

Bruce smiled softly as he grabbed the broom and began to clean up the broken glass. “It would be nice to have you around, ive come to like your company in the lab.”

“But i rarely even say anything…”

“True, but its nice to not have to be completely alone in the lab.”

“Bruce, she's mine, go find your own girl,” Bucky said, putting a protective arm around you. 

Tony laughed. “No offense but he doesn't want ‘your girl’ he's only got eyes for Nat.” 

“Well clearly i'm not needed here,” Thor said, disappearing. 

“Wait, since when are you and y/n a thing?” steve asked, crossing his arms. “How did i miss this?”

Bruce put the broom away. “You didn't miss it, it just happened… y/n had a boyfriend…”

“Ok, can we talk about this later?’ bucky asked, tilting his head toward you as you stared at the ground.

“Yeah…” tony said, pulling out his phone. “I've got a date with paper anyways, bye…”

 Bucky pulled you away, grabbing your cup of coffee on the way out and handing it to you. “Come on, lets go somewhere quiet…” he whispered, heading to the elevator. He pressed a button and the two of you rode it to the roof. 

“What are we doing on the roof?” you asked. 

“Come on… i'll show you.” he whispered. 

You and Bucky walked over to a bench and sat, looking over the edge of the roof and at the city. “What do you want to do today?” he asked. 

You didn't answer, you were already asleep, finally feeling safe. Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head before looking out at the city as you slept in his arms. 

[passionpeachy]

I sometimes get 1 or 2 people being weird or just straight up rude to me on my selfies but it’s a small price to pay for a lot more women and lesbians calling me pretty

[ironspidersblog]

Alternate universe where Tony didn’t tell the world he’s iron man and it’s the classic fake dating Tony pretends Ironmans his bodyguard/boyfriend and Tony shows up in the tower all beat up and the teams ready to jump their token man in a can bc how he let the one guys he’s supposed to protect get hurt like that and then it goes all protective avengers

Clint: oh my god Tony are you okay???

Natasha: I thought Ironman was supposed to protect you…

Bruce, starting to turn green: he is protecting you, right?

Steve: I’m calling a team meeting

Thor, about to punt that tin can:

Tony: so uh um guys something to tell you

[softmangoes]

true terror | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the sun dips below the horizon, tinging the waters of the lake with the day's final golden rays.

you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and the cold crisp of autumn. the wait is over: there will be a blood moon tonight.

before, you would await for that familiar pull to tug on your soul and reel you into the depths of the lake. those first few nights had felt like something out of a dream: a face made of moonlight, hands that brushed your skin as if to make sure you were real, eyes like shards of the night.

but at this point, you have made marking your calendar to count down the days a science. you have stowed away a bag of spare clothes in the forest. the waves lap at your ankles, beckoning you closer. you are so tired, so sore, and all you want to do is be engulfed by something that shouldn't even be possible.

once you wade until the waters have reached your chest, you take another breath and dive.

"beloved," a familiar voice hums once you surface. you don't quite hear his voice so much as feel it. the specter's joy feels bright, like the gleam of moonlight illuminating the crevices of your soul.

with a grunt, you climb onto the stones, gripping the length of rope you anchored into the ruin during your last visit. the inside of the old temple is lit with a soft glow. he is here. the abomination. the monster. the ghost that haunts you and your heart.

you expect to see his gentle smile to celebrate your arrival. but at the sight of you, the wraith falls silent.

he sees the bruises darkening your throat, listens to your ragged breaths, watches as the tears swell and stream from your eyes.

"i missed you," you say, trying to manage an assuring smile. oh, he's so beautiful. you don't want to ruin your time together with your pain. "i didn't want to keep you waiting."

like a wave, the specter surges in front of you. his hands are balled into fists.

"who made you weep?" he says slowly, reeling in his rage as a riptide pulls a current back to the depths of the ocean.

"i'm fine," you begin to say, but before you can continue, the wraith extends a cold hand to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. he brings his finger to his mouth, tastes the wet bead of your sorrow.

in that moment, the wraith sees the memory of a vile figure of a man with dark hair and an even darker heart. his hands are around your throat, telling you that you are worthless. that you better pay up or else.

when the specter's eyes open, they are nothing but endless wells of blue. his expression is placid. glassy. the calm before the storm.

"i will rend their flesh from their bones." ghostly tentacles manifest around him, writhing and roiling in the air as if itching to capture and constrict their prey. "they will bear witness to true terror."

"hey," you say softly, taking one of their hands in yours. you two only ever have so much time. already, the moon begins to wane. "i'm okay, alright? i promise."

the wraith softens. his tentacles calm. you are just how you have always been. how he has always loved you: gentle, optimistic, hopeful.

and in all the lives you have lived, you have always been a bad liar.

"the world is unkind." he gathers you into his arms and presses his lips against your temple. "but here, you will always be safe."

you sigh, the tension of the last few days leaving your body. it is only in the arms of an aberration that you can finally find solace. after a few moments, you fall asleep to his fingers running through your hair and the hum of a song that sets your soul at ease.

but soon the night ends as it always does. the wraith places your sleeping form back onto your bed.

his eyes are as red as the moon.

you are safe, as he promised. the hunt begins. you do not hear the screams that pierce through the night.

when you wake up the next morning, bailey's office is empty. you do not see him the day after. or the next.

[gum-iie]

“what part of immortal do you not understand?”

[bookwyrminspiration]

if i may ask, who the fuck is fitz vacker?

This is a delightful ask to receive as someone known for being vocally unwell about and obsessed with Fitz

For those new/following for other things, a fair chunk of my blog is dedicated to the Keeper of the Lost Cities series by Shannon Messenger, a middle grade sparkly elf dystopia series that crawled into my head when I was 12 and still holds me hostage. I've literally been called a walking kotlc encyclopedia on multiple occasions

One of the main characters is Fitzroy Avery Vacker (official art linked), a teenage telepath from the secret elven world's most prominent (but not royal, that's not a thing) family. He's known for having teal eyes and the MCs undying ardor, which she conceals not at all.

He's the golden boy--top of his class, incredibly rare ability (the telepathy), charming, handsome, prestigious family, the works. But! He's also been sent on illegal missions to the human world by his father since childhood, looking for the MC.

Throughout the series he's drawn further into rebellion, following the MC as she uncovers the dirt under the shine of their "utopia." But even amongst friends, that Wonderboy status continues, creating this tension between the prestige he's been showered and burdened with his whole life and its slow unraveling. What worth does being golden have if the whole system's rigged? But how can he let go of all he's ever been?

And how the hell do you process that? He's got an incredibly strong sense of justice, values trust above all else--and his world and the people close to him are breaking it. How can he do anything but lash out, desperate to recenter himself?

To the point the Golden Boy, who bakes for his friends and has a sparkly red stuffed dragon he can't sleep without, nearly kills his traitorous brother with a knife to the throat. To the point when his traitorous brother is trapped behind glass, suffocating liquid pouring in from Fitz's frantic smashing at the control panel, Fitz deliberately steps away. Because he knows one of the buttons probably opens a drain, and he's choosing to let him die by his doing. Even though it wasn't on purpose. even though elves cannot abide violence, and risk shattering their sanity even witnessing it

GOD I love him. he's everything everyone else wants to be, he's deeply jealous and constantly fighting it, he's sweet and thoughtful, he's full of a rage so profound he can't think straight, he's putting his life on the line to better the world, he can't quite let go of what he thought it was, he's everything 2 me.

[irondadfics]

I'm looking for another one where peter is sick (i don't remember the circumstances) and -he keeps getting worst while Tony and Bruce (?) are trying to find a cure.They try this cure wich is giving really minimal results and it only makes peter feel like shit. At one point Peter refuses to continue with this cure because he want to be happy in his last days- I remember him and May thinking about going on a vacation and Tony getting mad at peter because he doesn't want him to give up. Tony finds a cure at the end tho!

(I'm not 100% sure but maybe the sickness was caused by his powers)

Could this maybe be the one?

The Difference a Day Makes byJadeys_World, snarkymuch

Peter thought he'd hit rock bottom, but maybe it needed to happen so he could find himself again. This is a story of making peace, of trusting those around you, and holding onto threads of hope. The sun will always shine again, even after the darkest of nights and hardest of storms. With Tony beside him, he might just make it through to morning. -or- Peter loses his powers, gets seriously injured, comes to terms to with his new normal, but then things take a turn and he's facing death. There are bucket lists and declining health until a cure is found, giving him his powers back. Lots of whump and irondad moments.

[rennybu]

ok emmrich volkarin i wasn’t aware of your game (warrior mourn watcher rook pairs so well with him!!!!!!!!)

[secretspiritmoodboards]

Banner with Medic (TF2) which reads 'medic protects this blog' For an anon!! Hope you like the look! :)

Send an ask, we're open!! :)

[kodaswrld]

can i get a "bill cipher protects this blog, sfw/kid safe interaction only!!" banner/divider set? with nostalgia/weird/kidcore themes? /nf gravity falls has been my SpIn since i was 5ish bio age [my agere age btw!!] -🌈💛Anon

hiii ~ yes you can! hopefully these fit what you were looking for! 💛

[broadwayfan92]

The remaining three OG 6 Avengers need to be protected at all costs.

[socialistexan]

The only valid sports youtuber.

[atypi-cals]

>i join a server for systems

> the rules dictate what my littles can and cannot do "for their own safety because they're literally children"

> i leave