I’ll Take Care Of Them @anya-mouth-washing

Real tbh 😔

i NEED a boyfriend or a girlfriend..,.,.,.

Vi, Jinx, Sevika and Caitlyn (separate) with an s/o who self harms? I couldn't find any rules on your pinned page, so sorry if this violates anything!

SELF HARM CONFESSIONS

Arcane woman x f!reader

Synopsis: How arcane woman (Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika, Ambessa, Mel, Grayson) would react when they find out that you cope with your mental struggles through self-harm and respond with different types of comfort as a result.

Request: Anon 🤍

VI

Vi had always been observant. Her years in the Lanes taught her to read people, spot dangers, and sense when something wasn’t right. That’s why, as much as you tried to hide it, she noticed.

You were seated at the kitchen table, mindlessly picking at the hem of your sleeve unconsciously while Vi leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Her brows furrowed, her red hair glowing faintly under the warm kitchen light.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” she started, her voice soft yet probing. “And don’t tell me you’re just tired, babe. Something’s up.”

You froze, keeping your eyes downcast. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t give me that,” she pushed, stepping closer. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Her use of the pet name chipped away at your resolve, but you stayed silent. Then her hand was on yours, her calloused fingers tugging your sleeve up. You flinched, trying to pull away, but she was faster. Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the faint scars and fresh marks that littered your arm.

“Sweetheart,” Her voice cracked, breaking through your defenses. Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled your arm away, hiding it in your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession. “I didn’t know how else to—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. She crouched in front of you, placing her hands on your knees. “Don’t apologize for this. Just why didn’t you tell me?”

You bit your lip, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Vi let out a shaky laugh, one filled with disbelief and heartbreak. “A burden? Babe, you’re my whole damn world. I’d carry whatever weight you’re holding if it meant you didn’t have to feel like this.”

She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest. You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, her fingers running through your hair.

“We’ll figure this out,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got me, okay? You’re not alone, and I want you to know that.”

JINX

Jinx had been watching you closely for weeks. Her scatterbrained nature didn’t stop her from noticing the way you winced when she grabbed your arm or how you avoided her eyes when she asked if you were okay.

That night, she cornered you in her workshop. The dim lighting cast shadows across her face, her wide blue eyes boring into yours.

“Alright, spill it, toots,” she said, hands on her hips. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, trying to sidestep her. But Jinx wasn’t having it. She grabbed your wrist, gently but firmly, and tugged you closer.

“Liar,” she teased, though there was no humor in her voice. “You’re hiding something.”

When she rolled up your sleeve and saw the faint scars, her playful demeanor evaporated. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Tears filled your eyes as you tried to pull away. “It’s nothing. Just forget it. I told you, it’s nothing.”

“No way,” she said, her voice wavering. “It’s not nothing, sugarplum, and neither are you, because I know that you are probably thinking that right now to do this. You’re my favorite person.”

The sincerity in her voice made your tears spill over. “I’m sorry, Jinx. I didn’t mean—“

“Shh,” she cut you off, pulling you into a tight hug. “Don’t be sorry. Just promise me you’ll tell me when you’re feeling like that, okay? I’ll never judge you for something like this. We’ll figure it out together, step by step, even if they’re small.”

You nodded against her shoulder, her chaotic energy melting into a rare moment of calm as she held you, lightly rubbing your back.

CAITLYN

Caitlyn had always prided herself on her investigative skills. So when she started noticing the long sleeves you wore in the heat of summer and the distant look in your eyes, she knew something was wrong.

She confronted you one evening in the parlor, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched you fidget.

“Darling, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

You hesitated, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your hands gripped your sleeves. Without a word, she reached out, brushing her fingers over your wrist.

“Please,” she said softly. “Let me in, tell me what is wrong, dear.”

The tears came unbidden as you rolled up your sleeve, revealing the scars. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, taking your hands in hers.

“Oh, my love,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you, and I was scared of how you might see me because of this.” you whispered.

Caitlyn shook her head vehemently, her grip tightening. “You could never disappoint me. You’re the most important person in my life. Please, let me help you.”

She pulled you into her arms, holding you like you might break. “We’ll get through this,” she promised, her voice steady. “I’m sorry you’ve felt like this for so long, my love.”

SEVIKA

Sevika wasn’t one to pry, but when she noticed the scars on your arms during a rare moment of intimacy, she couldn’t stay quiet.

“What’s this?” she asked, her voice low and measured as she traced the faint lines with her prosthetic fingers.

You tried to pull away, but her flesh hand caught your wrist. “Don’t,” she said, her tone soft yet firm. “Talk to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t hold it back anymore, knowing that you were already painted red, so you confessed, your voice shaky. “It’s just… sometimes it’s too much.”

Sevika didn’t speak for a long moment, her eyes locked on yours. Then she pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you protectively.

“Listen to me, doll,” she said, her voice steady. “I don’t care how messy things get—I’m here for you. Always, mk?”

She lifted her hand and lightly cupped your cheek, her expression becoming even more sympathetic as your eyes swelled with unshed tears. “I’ve been through my own rough shit and I get how it is, all tiring, always frustrating, but I promise you aren’t alone.”

You cried into her chest as she stroked your back, murmuring soft reassurances. “You’re my girl,” she said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And I’m not letting you go through this by yourself, doll. I promise.”

AMBESSA

The sound of the door opening made your heart drop into your stomach. You hadn’t expected Ambessa to return so soon. You froze, the small blade still clutched in your trembling hand, red droplets forming at the edges of the fresh cut on your arm.

“Dove?” Ambessa’s voice echoed through the room, low and firm, tinged with the warmth she reserved only for you. You scrambled to pull your sleeve down, your movements clumsy with panic, but it was too late.

Ambessa stood in the doorway, her sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on you, taking in your pale face and the way you hastily tried to hide your arm. She stepped forward, her heavy boots thudding against the floor, and you instinctively backed up, bumping into the edge of the desk behind you.

When she saw how scared you were, skittish and small, she immediately looked confused and worried. “What were you doing?”

You stayed quiet, clenching the hem of your sleeve as you stared down. “Nothing, love, just waiting for you.”

“Let me see,” she said, her tone calm but commanding.

“No,” you stammered, clutching your arm protectively. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Ambessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes darted down to the faint stain of blood that had soaked through your sleeve. Her jaw tightened, and she exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Dove,” she said again, softer this time, her voice trembling just slightly. “Please, let me see.”

You hesitated, tears welling in your eyes as you slowly loosened your grip and allowed her to gently take your wrist. She pushed the fabric of your sleeve up with careful fingers, revealing the fresh cut alongside the faint scars of others that came before it. Her eyes moved over the marks, her expression unreadable.

For a moment, the room was silent except for your shallow breaths. Then Ambessa knelt before you, taking your hand in hers. Her usual unshakable confidence seemed to waver as she looked up at you, her golden eyes glistening.

“Why, dove?” she asked softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to stop it from trembling. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you whispered, barely able to meet her gaze.

Ambessa let out a low, shaky breath and reached up to cup your cheek with her free hand. Her palm was warm, grounding against your skin. “Weak?” she repeated, almost incredulous. “You’ve survived so much, little dove. There’s nothing weak about you. But this?” She gestured gently to your arm. “This isn’t something you have to face alone, nor do because it seems like the only reliever.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you broke down, your shoulders shaking with sobs. Ambessa immediately pulled you into her arms, holding you close to her chest. Her embrace was firm but gentle, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, clutching at her shirt.

“No, dove,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Don’t apologize. Just let me help you. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Her words wrapped around you like a safety net, her steady presence making the weight you’d been carrying just a little easier to bear. She rocked you gently, her strong hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“We’ll get through this together,” she whispered, her voice as steady as her resolve. “I’ll fight every battle with you, dove. You don’t have to bleed alone.”

You nodded weakly against her chest, your tears soaking into her shirt as she continued to hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because to her, you were.

MEL

Mel had a way of drawing the truth out of people, her natural elegance and empathy making it impossible to lie to her. When she first noticed the scars on your arm, a fleeting glimpse as you adjusted your sleeve, she didn’t say anything. Not right away. Instead, she observed, waiting for the right moment to approach you.

That moment came one quiet evening in her private study. You’d been sitting together in silence, the golden glow of the lamps illuminating her features as she worked on a painting.

“My love,” she began, her tone casual yet deliberate, “I’ve noticed something. Will you talk to me about it?”

You stiffened, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

She set her brush down, turning to face you fully. Her gaze was gentle, but it pierced through every wall you’d built. “I saw the scars, darling,” she said softly. “You don’t have to hide them from me.”

Your breath caught, and tears filled your eyes but you held them back as you stammered, “I—I don’t know what you are talking about, love.”

Mel crossed the room and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in hers. “Y/N, my love, you do know that you don’t have to hide this from me, yes? I know it may be a sensitive topic, and I get if you are not ready to fully talk about it, but I hate to see you hurt yourself.”

You stared down at her as the tears stung to far and started trailing down your cheeks, causing you to choke on a sob. “I—I just didn’t want to see how weak I am, especially if it makes me do this.”

Mel paused, looking at you with a look of disbelief and love. “Weak? My love, you are not weak for surviving through the pain in your own way. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do it alone, not anymore atleast.”

She brought your hands to her lips, kissing them tenderly. “I want to help you, however I can. You are everything to me.”

Her words broke through the dam, and you sobbed as she pulled you into her arms. “You’re safe with me,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “Always.”

GRAYSON

Grayson was the epitome of calm and collected, especially due to being an enforcer. Her steady presence made you feel safe, but it also made it hard to open up about the pain you carried. Still, she wasn’t one to ignore when someone she loved was struggling.

She first noticed when she brushed against your arm during a casual hug, her keen eyes catching the slight flinch you tried to hide. Grayson didn’t say anything then, but later that evening, right after shift as you sat together on the couch with a cup of tea, she addressed it.

“Darling,” she began, setting her tea aside. “I’ve noticed something, and I need you to be honest with me.”

You froze, your cup trembling in your hands. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a hand over yours. “I saw the marks, love. You don’t have to explain if you’re not ready, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you glanced at her before looking down at your wrists. You could feel the pain rise just from looking at the area, but the reminder that it helped.

Slowly, you took a breath and whispered, “I didn’t want to worry you. You’re always so strong, and I didn’t want to bother you with this.”

Grayson’s expression shifted, a flicker of heartbreak crossing her face. She set your cup aside and pulled you into her arms, her embrace gentle yet firm.

“Oh, darling,” she murmured, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re never a bother to me. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

Her calm voice washed over you like a balm. “Whatever’s hurting you, I want to be here. Whether it’s listening or talking with you about other options, I couldn’t care less, as long as you know that we are doing it together.”

You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice steady. “More than anything. And I’ll always be here for you.”

A/N: I honestly got a lot of requests for this, and I know that it might be a very sensitive topic for some people. However, for however it touches on a more personal level, I hope that you guys are okay and know that you are enough (and hoping this was able to comfort you a little).

i wish someone would actually care about my feelings

I really love this scene.

There are a few in depth topics I'd like to one day cover, but for now, I think opening up the conversation about her PTSD is pretty prevalent.

Also, I'm captivated by the way Manny shows up for Abby in this moment of vulnerability.

It genuinely confuses me when I read reviews or hear comments about Manny not having a personality or the story lacking in character development.

Just at a first glance, you can see their body language depicting a bond rooted in trust and mutual respect.

Manny wakes her perhaps too abruptly, but immediately leans into disarming language and open, non-threatening hands to calm her. He picks up on her defensive posture instantly and he's deliberate with his movements and tone after the fact.

He doesn't infantalize or shame her, which I think is extremely important and also speaks volumes about his character and their unique dynamic. But he understands how to approach her when her strength is peeled back to the cracks beneath.

The way he watches after her as she gets up off her makeshift bed stands out to me too.

Manny might be a womanizing pain in the ass on the outside, but deep down, he genuinely cares for the people in his circle. Abby especially.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏ?..🥀

୨୧ ɪ’ᴍ ʀᴀɪɴᴇ/ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ! ☕️

୨୧ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴅʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ <𝟹

୨୧ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sɪʟᴋʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴs

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୨୧ ғᴀᴠ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs: ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʙᴏʏs, ᴍᴄᴄᴀғғᴇʀᴛʏ, ʟᴀᴜғᴇʏ, ᴍɪᴛsᴋɪ, ᴡᴇᴇᴢᴇʀ, ᴍsɪ, ᴀʏᴇsʜᴀ ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄᴀ, ᴛɴʙʜᴅ, (ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!) 🎸🎧

୨୧ ᴀsᴋ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ! ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ sʜʏ xx

୨୧ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅs: ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇʀ (ǫᴜᴀʀᴛᴇᴛ) + ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ (ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴛʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ) 📚

୨୧ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇ ɪғ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs! <𝟹

୨୧ ғᴀᴠ ʙᴏᴏᴋs: ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴀɢᴀ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇxɪᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ + sᴜɢᴀʀ 📓

୨୧ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs: ⭐️ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʟᴏᴜ/ᴛʟᴏᴜ𝟸 ᴘʟᴜsʜɪᴇs ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʀᴇᴄs ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴍʏ ʙsғ 💋

ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs. ᴏʜ ɢᴏᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ɪᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ 💕 ᴄᴏsᴍᴏᴋɴɪɢʜᴛs (ʙᴏɴᴜs ɪғ ʏᴋ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ) ⭐️

୨୧ sᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ

୨୧ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪs ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ (ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏᴏ! <𝟹)

୨୧ ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs! ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ 💕

୨୧ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴘᴏᴛ <𝟹

୨୧ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʟᴏᴜ𝟸/ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ/ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ + ᴄᴏsᴍᴏᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀɢᴇ

୨୧ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs (ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs?)

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴀxxxɪɴᴇ

IKR and the plot is always so scrumptious

I rlly wanna watch the human centipede ugh

Just to let you know, if we ever watch horror movies together I will be screaming, jumping, and crying at everything, even if it’s not a jumpscare because I’m such a goddamn coward

I’ll just be sitting there

I love how me and elaya have a love for horror movies, but wolf hates it😋

Just to let you know, if we ever watch horror movies together I will be screaming, jumping, and crying at everything, even if it’s not a jumpscare because I’m such a goddamn coward

I’ll just be sitting there

”nostalgic for memories I haven’t had”

“I can’t put my finger on it”

“there are all these things that I’ll never know”

“all these things that I’ll never know”

@carcin0-88

lavender, orange, sky blue, purple

I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH

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