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[pharmaclinix]

Dark Patches in Armpits: 5 Simple Ways to Lighten and Revitalise Your Skin

Dark patches in the armpits are a common skin concern, affecting many people. While they are typically harmless, they can be frustrating and may cause self-consciousness. These dark areas often appear due to a variety of factors, such as shaving, friction, hormonal changes, or even the use of certain skincare products. Fortunately, there are simple ways to lighten and revitalise the skin in your armpits, leaving you with smoother, brighter underarms. This article explores five effective methods to help you achieve clearer and more even skin.

1. Exfoliate Regularly to Remove Dead Skin Cells

Exfoliating the skin helps remove dead skin cells that can contribute to the dark appearance of your armpits. Over time, layers of dead skin can build up, making the skin look dull and uneven. Regular exfoliation promotes skin cell turnover and brightens the area.

How to exfoliate your armpits:

Use a gentle exfoliating scrub or a homemade mixture of sugar and olive oil.

Massage the exfoliant in circular motions to slough off dead skin.

Rinse thoroughly with lukewarm water.

Exfoliate 2-3 times a week for the best results.

Avoid harsh scrubs that can irritate the sensitive skin in your armpits. Opt for mild, natural exfoliants to avoid any damage or excessive dryness.

2. Use Natural Skin-Lightening Ingredients

Several natural ingredients are known for their skin-lightening properties. These ingredients can help brighten dark patches in your armpits by gradually fading pigmentation. Some popular options include lemon juice, turmeric, and aloe vera.

Lemon juice is a natural bleaching agent due to its high vitamin C content. It helps lighten dark spots and evens out skin tone. Simply apply fresh lemon juice to your armpits, leave it on for 10 minutes, and rinse off with lukewarm water. Be cautious, as lemon juice can cause dryness or irritation in some people.

Turmeric is another excellent remedy for dark patches. This golden-yellow spice has anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties that can help reduce pigmentation. Mix turmeric with milk or yoghurt to form a paste, and apply it to your armpits. Leave it on for 15-20 minutes before rinsing it off.

Aloe vera is known for its soothing properties and can help lighten dark areas. It contains compounds that reduce hyperpigmentation and promote skin healing. Simply apply fresh aloe vera gel to your armpits and leave it on for 15-20 minutes before washing off.

3. Switch to Gentle, Natural Deodorants

Many deodorants contain chemicals and artificial fragrances that can irritate the skin and lead to dark patches over time. These products can cause a build-up of residue, clog pores, and contribute to skin discolouration.

Switching to a natural deodorant may help reduce irritation and lighten dark patches. Look for deodorants that are free from alcohol, parabens, and synthetic fragrances. Instead, choose options that use natural ingredients like baking soda, coconut oil, and essential oils.

Why natural deodorants are beneficial:

They reduce the risk of irritation and allergic reactions.

They are less likely to contribute to skin discolouration.

They allow your skin to breathe naturally.

If you have sensitive skin, opt for deodorants with soothing ingredients like chamomile or calendula to prevent further irritation.

4. Moisturise and Hydrate Your Skin

Dry, dehydrated skin is more prone to irritation and dark patches. Keeping your armpit skin well-moisturised helps maintain a healthy, glowing complexion. Dryness can exacerbate pigmentation issues and make dark patches more noticeable.

Apply a nourishing moisturiser after showering to lock in hydration. Choose products with ingredients like coconut oil, shea butter, or vitamin E that can help hydrate and repair the skin. These ingredients are rich in antioxidants and essential fatty acids that promote skin regeneration.

How to moisturise your armpits:

After showering, apply a moisturiser with a gentle, hydrating formula.

Massage it in circular motions to ensure even coverage.

Consider using a soothing body oil, such as rosehip or almond oil, for extra hydration.

Using a daily moisturiser will help improve the appearance of your armpits over time, making them look smoother and more even-toned.

5. Consider Professional Treatments

For more stubborn dark patches in your armpits, you might want to consider professional treatments. Dermatologists and skincare specialists offer a variety of options that can help lighten and revitalise the skin.

Common treatments include:

Chemical peels: A chemical peel involves applying a solution that removes the outermost layer of skin, revealing brighter, fresher skin underneath. This can help reduce hyperpigmentation and dark patches.

Laser therapy: Laser treatments target the deeper layers of the skin to break up excess melanin and reduce discolouration. This is often an effective option for more severe cases of dark armpits.

Microneedling: Microneedling involves tiny needles that stimulate collagen production and help fade dark spots. It can be an excellent option for uneven skin tone and scarring.

Always consult with a professional before undergoing any treatments to ensure that they are suitable for your skin type and condition.

Additional Tips for Preventing Dark Patches in Armpits

In addition to the five methods above, here are a few simple steps you can take to prevent dark patches from forming in the first place:

Avoid tight clothing: Tight clothing can cause friction and irritation, which can lead to dark patches in the armpits. Opt for loose-fitting clothes made from breathable fabrics like cotton.

Shave with care: Shaving can sometimes cause irritation or ingrown hairs, which can lead to dark spots. Use a sharp razor, shave in the direction of hair growth, and apply a soothing aftershave balm.

Wear sunscreen: If you're exposed to the sun, apply sunscreen to your armpits to prevent pigmentation caused by UV rays. Even the skin under your arms can be damaged by the sun, leading to discolouration over time.

Conclusion

Dark patches in the armpits are a common issue that many people face. The good news is that with consistent care, these patches can be lightened and the skin can be revitalised. Whether you're exfoliating regularly, using natural remedies, switching to gentler products, or seeking professional treatments, you can achieve smoother, more even-toned armpits.

By incorporating these five simple tips into your skincare routine, you can gradually see improvement. Remember, results take time, so be patient and consistent. With the right approach, your armpits can regain their natural glow, leaving you feeling more confident in your skin.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Why do dark patches appear in my armpits?

A: Dark patches in the armpits can be caused by several factors, including friction, shaving, hormonal changes, the use of harsh deodorants, and certain medical conditions. Genetics and skin type can also play a role. Additionally, the build-up of dead skin cells or excessive sweating may contribute to pigmentation in the underarm area.

Q: How can I lighten dark patches in my armpits naturally?

A: You can lighten dark patches naturally by using ingredients like lemon juice, turmeric, aloe vera, or coconut oil. These ingredients have skin-brightening properties and can help reduce pigmentation over time. Regular exfoliation also helps by removing dead skin cells and promoting healthier skin.

Q: How often should I exfoliate my armpits?

A: Exfoliating your armpits 2-3 times a week is generally recommended. This helps to remove dead skin cells and prevent the build-up that can contribute to dark patches. Be sure to use a gentle exfoliant to avoid irritation in the sensitive underarm area.

Q: Can switching to a natural deodorant help with dark armpits?

A: Yes, switching to a natural deodorant can help prevent irritation and reduce dark patches in the armpits. Many conventional deodorants contain chemicals and fragrances that can cause skin sensitivity and pigmentation. Natural deodorants free from harsh chemicals are less likely to irritate the skin and can help improve skin tone over time.

Q: Are professional treatments like chemical peels and laser therapy effective for dark patches in the armpits?

A: Professional treatments like chemical peels, laser therapy, and microneedling can be effective for stubborn dark patches in the armpits. These treatments work by targeting pigmentation at a deeper level and promoting skin renewal. However, it's important to consult a dermatologist before opting for these treatments to ensure they are suitable for your skin type.

[yogurtkags]

❝ DELICATE ❞ — kageyama tobio

cw: gn!reader, fluff, depictions of eczema/skin issues, insecurity, hurt/comfort, established relationship, extremely self-indulgent | wc: 507

it’s so itchy.

the sensation of your nails dragging against the bumpy and dry flaking skin scratching an itch like no other, the satisfaction of peeling a scab so great until it stings. and bleeds. and then all of a sudden showering hurts—

“i can hear you scratching.” tobio calls out from the kitchen as he walks out with a tall glass of water and a bowl of berries, setting it down on the coffee table and sinking down on the plush couch next to you.

your hand pauses in it's movements for barely a minute before going back to it's bad habit, words dragging out in a whine when you hear him let out a tch in disapproval, "i can't help it."

“i know, but you gotta stop it.” he chides, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together, thumb rubbing soothing circles to distract you and effectively put a stop to your scratching. "picking at it isn't going to make it better."

hands still clasped together, he leans off to the side and blindly pats around the side table, feeling around for the small tube of healing ointment sitting in the black ceramic cat trinket dish (obviously you picked it out, saying it looked just like him).

coming back to you, he wraps his arm around your frame and pulls you closer, squeezing a pea sized amount of ointment on his fingertip and gently spreading it across your broken skin, raw and red from your incessant assault. it’s your fault really for letting it get this bad, but you hiss at the sting anyway, never quite getting used to the burn no matter how many times this has happened.

it’s always been something you struggle with, not just the itch but also accepting the way the patches looked. it’s ugly, and discoloured, the splotches unsightly, and seeing it in the mirror everyday comes with a matching frown. exposing the affected skin doesn’t come easy for you, avoiding it as much as possible and hiding it behind a layer of fabric where you can, but some materials make it itch even more, feeling helpless and insecure as you bare it to the world.

“almost done.” he mumbles, catching you stare off dejectedly from the corner of his eye.

tobio doesn’t need to pay a penny for your thoughts to know you’re feeling down about it again, your silence says a lot. you’ve been together long enough that he can mostly tell what you’re thinking from just your body language and facial expressions, you’ve always been an open book and wore your heart on your sleeve around him after all. he learned to pick up on your cues and subtleties with time, the same way you’ve slowly softened his edges.

a lingering kiss to your temple leads you out of the dense forest of your thoughts like a light in the darkness, his fingers gently holding your chin up to look into his softened, doting eyes.

“i love every part of you.”

and don’t you forget it.

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notes. the self insert is inserting, i literally had a mini flare up and was scratching at my ezcema while writing this

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

What if foul legacies abyss corrosion wasent making us sick, but instead transforming us into an abyssal moth creature thing aswell, likeit starts out small, slight scales forming on your skin, nails growing a little bit sharper at a time, you know, all the features of foul legacy slowly starting to appear on you.

oh i like the way you think

you barely notice it at first- who would? it's wintertime, everyone's skin is dry and flaking, so your hands being a little rough and itchy is nothing out of the ordinary. you scratch at your skin without a second thought, putting on some lotion every night. but it doesn't go away, slowly spreading up to your wrists until the skin is cracked and bleeding. it's more annoying than anything, the cuts stinging whenever you soak them in water and catching on anything with even a bit of tug to it. you frown as you fill out paperwork, hands aching with every flick of your pen, Legacy curled up in his usual nest of blankets and pillows and snoozing the day away. you toss your pen down to scratch at your skin, nails raking lines against the dried mess and reopening a few of the cuts

your nails hit something hard and tough under your skin, and your blood runs cold

the tiny wounds in your hands have been hiding patches of night-dark chitin, metallic and brittle and still forming. you have to hold back a gasp of horror, but Legacy snaps awake anyways when the scent of your blood reaches him, immediately on his feet and beside you with a concerned whimper. the sight of your cracked skin draws a sharp yelp from him, gently cupping your hands in his and tracing around the edges with his claws. Foul Legacy's wings tremble, shaking as he pulls you into a desperate embrace. although you make no sound, you grip him back tightly, head swimming with fear and questions, questions about what's happening and why is it happening and how can you stop it

Legacy can only shrug helplessly, trying to soothe your cuts with tiny licks and wrapping you up in his arms

[magniloquent-raven]

kill me sweetly

(read on ao3)

One second, Chrissy is walking down concrete steps outside the public library, arms full of books she’s considering for her English final, and the next she’s plummeting, falling farther than seems possible in the few frozen seconds before she scrapes her knees hitting hard, cold…dirt?

She tries to steady her breathing but only manages short gasps that burn her throat with musty air. Her books are spread on the ground around her, pages bent, scattered among odd, slimy vines and patches of dark moss that sprung up out of nowhere. Her heartbeat hammers in her ears. She’s struggling to find her bearings, still catching up to her surroundings. 

All she did was trip down the stairs, landing on the sidewalk below, but the aches and future bruises on her shins, her jarred shoulders and sore palms, all seem to think differently. Not to mention. The way this place looks.

She didn't have time to go anywhere, and yet everything’s…different. The sidewalk is in pieces, taken over by alien-looking plant life. The streetlamps are dark. Motes of dust hang suspended in the air. And the sky. The sky is dark, darker than before, but shot through with streaks of red, lit by constant flashes of lightning.

“Hello?” she calls out, voice hitching in her dry throat. She feels stupid for trying, but anxiety is starting to blur her vision and muddy her thoughts. This can’t be real. She must’ve hit her head on the steps, and now she’s hallucinating. The librarian was still working at the front desk when Chrissy left, she must’ve heard her fall, and. And she’ll call 911. And it’ll be fine. Because this isn’t real.

Chrissy wipes her palms on her skirt, petting over-starched material like it’ll provide any kind of comfort. It’s just as itchy as it was when her mother pressed it into her hands this morning. “This isn’t real,” she whispers, fingernails catching on stiff threads.

Saying it out loud doesn’t make it sound any more convincing.

If this is a dream, it’s the most vivid one she’s ever had. The stink of mud and sweetish rot coats the inside of her nose like she’s been inhaling smoke. Goosebumps prickle her bare thighs and forearms. The chill in hanging heavy around her feels unnatural. Sudden and humid, the slow exhale of something with no body heat.

She shivers, and tears sting her eyes.

A terrible screech echoes down the empty street. The sound jolts through her like she’s been struck by lightning, stopping her heart and raising the hair on the back of her neck. She scrambles to her feet, nearly tripping on one of the books she dropped.

She might die here, but she still hesitates for a split-second, overwhelmed with guilt over leaving them on the ground. They’re library books…

Another shriek makes her jump.

She’s relatively hidden here, near all the big, dark, looming buildings, even though it’s terrifying not knowing what might be lurking around the shadowy corners, and the plants seem to move of their own accord—big fleshy looking leaves waving in nonexistent wind and thick tendrils creeping up crumbling stone walls. Every tiny motion she catches out of the corner of her eye draws her paranoid gaze.

Something cold touches her ankle. She shrieks, recoiling, her sneakers scuffing loudly against the cracked pavement as she stumbles away.

Floundering backwards in a blind panic turns out to be a bad idea. She collides with something growing next to the library’s staircase—a squirming, stinking, bulbous something that deflates when she hits it, expelling a cloud of tiny white particles. All over her.

Her skin warms everywhere it touches, flushed like she’s spent an hour in the sun.

It would be a nice reprieve from the cold, if it wasn’t such an alarming shift. Swiping at the mystery pollen does nothing but leave slimy streaks and buildup on her palms. It’s impossible to tell if her climbing heart-rate is another side effect or just her panicking, but either way it plays a vicious drumbeat against her sternum and roars in her ears. She feels sick.

And then the warmth changes. Flares with new intensity and turns her blood to molten gold. She drops to her knees with a strangled gasp as her insides twist, coiling around one singular point of tension low in her belly.

It takes her more than a few measured breaths to recognize the feeling for what it is.

She’s felt it before, but never this intensely. In flashes, maybe, while she stared, transfixed, at the talented fingers of a lead guitarist when she should have been practising her talent show routine, and the first time Jason kissed her in the privacy of his car, before he pulled away, embarrassed by her enthusiasm.

But if those were sparks, this is a bonfire burning her up from the inside. She presses a hand to her stomach, sweaty palm sticking to her ruffled blouse, and half expects to flinch away like she’s touched a stove-top.

Instead, she toys with the waistband of her skirt, fingertips tracing the neatly ironed creases. Somewhere around her hip she pauses, feeling around at unfamiliar stitches. Shame lands heavy in the pit of her stomach, and her snatches her hand away.

Shifting in place, another stab of mortification hits her. Her underwear is soaked through.

Did…did she wet herself? That can’t be it, she used the bathroom at the library before she left.

There isn’t time to dwell on that particular mystery, however.

Something emerges from the alley across the street. Cloaked in shadow it could almost pass for human, but there’s a wrongness to it that sets her on edge immediately. Its silhouette is too tall, too spindly, long-limbed and towering next to the overgrown newspaper box sitting open on the sidewalk.

The closer it gets the more Chrissy feels like a mouse cornered by a cat. Her lungs can’t seem to get enough oxygen and her chest heaves so fast it hurts. Fear pulls her taut, so tense a touch might snap her in two. The longer she sits there the more her muscles ache, but the creature takes it time stalking her, moving agonizingly slow, with a predator’s gait.

It’s reached the middle of the street by the time she realizes it doesn’t have a face.

Its head is like a closed bud, petals of flesh where features should be.

The creature’s strange flower-face ripples as it draws near, opening towards her and vibrating with the inhuman rattle of its breath. Jagged teeth line the thick edges of its petals, damp with saliva and reflecting the red glow of the sky. It has no eyes to see her with, no recognizable anatomy atop its grotesque approximation of a human body, but it seems to know where she is, regardless.

She clamps a shaking hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her panicked breathing. Her heart beats wildly against her ribs, pulse heavy in her throat. Sweat beads on her forehead, her palms, sticky on the back of her knees. If she could run, she would, but her legs are jelly beneath her. She’s not sure she could stand, let alone run.

Arousal is still simmering under her skin, flushing her cheeks and warming her core. It makes for an odd combination of sensations.

The creature stands over her, even more imposingly tall up close. She flinches when it starts to lean forward, invading her space.

Humid, sweet-smelling air buffets her face, gusts of it from the depths of its gaping maw. Its petals quiver again, and another sound rumbles in its chest, a different sound, lower in pitch. Liquid pools in its mouth, and she whimpers when a drop hits her flushed cheek.

It growls again, long and guttural. Its shoulders tremble, muscles in its sinuous torso tensing, rippling, like it’s exerting itself doing…something. She manages to inch away, biting hard on her bottom lip to stifle another whine as awkwardly scooting backwards rubs her sticky thighs together and tugs at soaked cotton underwear. She stops dead when the motion brushes a sweet spot and pleasure jolts through her. Her head spins, and she trembles with the effort it takes not to rut against the packed earth beneath her just to chase that sensation again.

She’s far enough to see what’s happening now, but her brain sluggishly refuses to comprehend it. A slit appears at the apex of the creature’s gangling legs, leaking translucent fluid and clenching around the tip of something beginning to protrude from it. She stares with dawning horror as a ridged appendage emerges, pale pink, slick, and glistening.

The thing is nearly as long as her forearm by the time it quivers to a stop, bobbing obscenely with the creature’s jerky movements.

She can’t stop staring at it, and she’s not sure why. Curiosity? Fear? Anticipation? She’s not stupid, she knows what that is and on some level what it means, but she can’t make herself think it. Her brain feels foggy. All awash in heat and static and in the back of her mind there’s a terrified little animal screeching up a storm.

Her stomach does a nervous flip when the creature’s bony grey fingers reach out. Despite its initial slow approach, there’s nothing hesitant about the way it manhandles her now, knocking the air from her lungs when it shoves her onto her back and wasting no time tearing the skirt from her body.

There’s an odd, guilty thrill in that. Seeing that particular skirt torn to ragged pieces.

Then with one hooked claw, it rips her panties too, leaving a scratch on her thigh and a sting where the elastic snapped against her skin. She gasps at the suddenness of it. Being exposed.  The reality of the situation hits her all at once, and she squirms away, squeezing her thighs together. The pressure makes her nether regions throb, and she shuts her eyes tight, suppressing a helpless sob.

She doesn’t make it far. She’s not sure she expected to. The creature doesn’t seem to notice or care about her feeble attempt to preserve her modesty. She yelps, once again unceremoniously tossed into position, this time on her hands and knees. Her face burns hot as a trickle of wetness runs down the back of her thigh.

Her embarrassment seems useless here. Out of place. Yet she can't help but cling to its familiarity. This thing doesn’t have eyes, can it even see her? God, if anyone saw her like this…naked from the waist down, dirty and panting, bent over for a monster looming at her back.

She shivers.

The creature gives her no warning before plunging into the damp heat between her legs. She cries out, shocked, but also…

The stretch isn’t as painful as she would’ve thought, given the size. In fact, it’s the least painful penetration she’s ever experienced. She’s only been with one boy this way. As sweet as his kiss was, he was fumbling and overeager to get his dick inside her, and the experience was nothing but sharp, pinching discomfort.

When she first started dating Jason, she experimented with the handle of a hairbrush, hoping to figure out how to enjoy it before Jason started asking to try, but she had no luck with that either. It was pointless anyways, in the two years they’ve been together Jason’s only ever touched her over the clothes, occasionally rutting against her until her thighs chafe and he cums in his jeans.

But this is. Different. So different. In every way possible.

It’s got a vice-grip around her waist, fingers so long they interlock around her, claws scraping her belly, thumbs digging into the small of her back. The clammy, unyielding texture of its flesh, angular hipbones slapping against her bare backside. The ground beneath her is damp and cold against her splayed knees. Saliva continues to drip from the creature’s maw, a steady stream down the back of her neck.

By all rights, she should be uncomfortable. Everything about this is wrong. But…the feeling of being stuffed full. The slick drag of every eminence along the length of its cock.

It makes her stomach twist—she’s disgusting for feeling this way, for feeling good. Heat flares in her core, tingles up and down her legs, and she somehow feels weak and tense all at once when the creature rubs against some magical spot deep in her cunt that she never knew existed.

It thrusts into her with no mercy, no regard for her weak protests, keeping a bruising grip on her while it takes what it wants.

Time seems to blur as her world narrows to noise, colour, and sensations. She goes pliant. White spots dance across her vision, every deep stroke sparking them anew. She hardly recognizes her own voice in the gasping moans that break each time its cock slams back into her with overwhelming fervour.

Her elbows give out, and she flops gracelessly to the ground, unable to care about the mud smearing on her cheek, and the stains she’s surely getting all over her blouse. The punishing pace rocks her whole body, and all she can do to brace herself is dig her fingernails into the dirt. 

It’s almost a relief to just let it happen. Let herself empty out and be filled with something else.

Part of her remains terrified, trying to remember how easy it would be for this thing to end her life if it wanted to. One slip of the hand and it could tear her open, leaving her to bleed out. She still can’t comprehend why it hasn’t. But the longer it fucks her the less she cares why.

The first peak her pleasure reaches is a surprise. It isn’t sudden, it’s been building for who knows how long, spark after spark, a stroke at a time, but when she loses control entirely, shuddering with the intensity of it, warbling out a breathy “Oh God,” as her whole body quakes. It shocks her. The flood of wetness that seeps from her core, the unfamiliar tone of her voice, she doesn’t know what to make of any of it.

Unsurprisingly, she is not given a chance to think. The creature doesn’t pause in its crude rutting, continuing to buck its hips while she twitches in its grasp. The ardour building in her reaches fever-pitch, over and over again, pleasure so dense she’s crushed under the weight of it and the pressure feels something like pain.

Her own juices trickle down her thighs, sweat and slick pooling in the crease of her knee.

“Please,” she gasps, “Please.” Writhing is pointless, she only manages to cut herself on its claws as it continues pounding into her. With every lewd, wet slap she crumbles a little more, tears clumping in her eyelashes, pooling along the bridge of her nose, the words spilling out of her mouth growing more incoherent. She’s not even sure what she’s begging for anymore.

Another wave of white-hot, mind-numbing pleasure crashes down, and she feels more slickness gush out of her as her pussy convulses around the creature’s unrelenting cock. 

It roars, and in her woozy state she can’t even begin to interpret why. She’s a prisoner to its unknowable whims.

Her sides go cold all of a sudden, and she realizes just how sweaty she is under her blouse. The thin material is stuck to her skin, and provides no protection from the chilly air. She makes a feeble sound, a question that receives no answer.

Then claws tangle in her dishevelled hair, scraping her scalp almost enough to draw blood but it makes her skin prickle in a good way. Her cheek squishes against the ground, held in place by her damp locks, and she’s steadied by a second hand clutching her shoulder. The pressure draws a moan from her, and she’s mindlessly rocking her hips before she realizes she wanted to.

It’s unclear what spurs the creature on, whether it was about to finish anyways, or if it liked her getting involved, but it roars again, speeding up, its pace getting frantic, erratic. She’s so sore and spent, her thighs are aching from the spasms and aftershocks of her pleasure, but the renewed frenzy starts her tingling again. It’s a swift build, a flood of heat that she nearly drowns in, screaming her throat hoarse through another cresting wave that crashes down on her just as suddenly as it appeared.

While she convulses, spine rigid, mouth wet and open around a plaintive cry, the creature curls around her back with a thunderous rumbling in its chest. Hard, sinuous muscle tensing, it thrusts one final, messy time, and spurts its load into her oversensitive cunt.

She quivers at the sensation of it. 

Finally, finally, it stops its brutal onslaught, laying still against her back, gentle tremors resonating in its chest. Its length remains sheathed inside her, pulsing with what she assumes are aftershocks. There's just enough stimulation to make the base of her spine tingle while she catches her breath.

She can already feel the anxiety start to creep back in. What’s it going to do with her now? Even if it leaves her alone she has no idea where she is, or what’s happening, or…anything. She doesn’t know anything.

Her eyes fall closed, and she lets out a long, slow breath.

One thing at a time. 

[infinite-orangepeel]

a whumpy af steve harrington excerpt from ch. 2 of my soft dom eddie fic

aka this boy has a lot of unresolved trauma & eddie munson is going to help him heal

(the rest of the chapter that contains the actual smut will be linked below, i’m scared of tumblr shadow banning me again for posting the full thing in here)

READ THE TW BEFORE YOU PROCEED PLEASE !! THIS ONE IS HEAVY !! : angst to the max, panic attacks, self-injurious behaviors, blood, suicidal ideation, vomiting/nausea (as symptom of panic attacks), head trauma/partial memory loss, disordered eating habits, ptsd, heavy themes, smut, lots of emotions & general sadness for stevie

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Steve wakes up in clothes that don’t belong to him, struggling to the surface from the dark recesses of yet another nightmare. His linen sheets are drenched in a cold sweat that makes it seem like he was running away from a real physical threat instead of a discarnate mental one. He doesn’t remember the exact contents of the dream.

Only distantly aware that it must have been somehow related to The Upside Down, because his heart is racing, his blood feels thin beneath the layer of blue veins, and the fine hairs on the back of his neck are standing straight up–like that of a cartoon cat spooked by its owner. The need to throw up his knotted guts, to purge the diseased thoughts in his brain, arises before he can even release a proper yawn or check the clock on his bedside table.

He has no idea what time it is, no memory of crawling into bed, no recollection of how he ended up in a faded Judas Priest band tee and navy briefs.

Or, at least he doesn’t, until he’s shaking from the drying sweat on his chest and can’t handle the itchy overstimulation of the tag sewn along the back of the shirt. It scratches ruthlessly against his skin and that’s going to send him into a whole other level of crisis if he doesn’t get it off his body right this instant.

Crossing his arms over his front and pulling at the hem, he frees himself from the prison of thick cotton and inhales as deeply as his shallow lungs will allow him to. Oxygen is apparently in limited supply today–not a total surprise post-nightmare, but still frustrating to confront depletion on a constant basis. Everything about his existence feels watered down, barren, and sapped of purpose–it’s been that way for a while. Never can the glass be half-full, there’s always a leak somewhere or a chip in the side–draining the liquid no matter how many times Steve bends over backwards to patch up the problem.

It’s unfixable.

He’s unfixable.

At that thought, acid burns in the basin of his esophagus and Steve recognizes that it’s only a matter of moments before the ugliness living inside him paints a putrid surrealist scene across his duvet and becomes tangible. Maybe it will be olive or yellow or translucent; that part’s invariably up to chance. Luck of the draw. Anyone’s game.

The act itself is the constant. Eyes flutter open–mechanized by his fucked up circadian rhythm–and then one, two, three pitiful almost breaths are taken as he reenters reality.

On most mornings, Steve’s throat is still swollen and scratchy from his nightly routine. As a boy, he was never scared of the dark–ran past the tree-line in his backyard until the moon was his sole source of light, unbothered by what may lurk in the shadows. As a man, he dreads the fall of the sun, mourns its disappearance like a devoted follower would grieve a lost prophet.

Night is black. Night is void. Night is terror. Night is fear. Night is shame.

The creatures that disturb and haunt his withered soul draw their strength beneath the cover of dusk. The darker it gets the more powerful they become. Naturally, Steve vomits from the torture they inflict. His body attempts to defend from the attack by luring the invaders out from the fortresses they have built between his organs.

It’s no use. Their poison lingers and eats him alive no matter how many times he kneels in front of the porcelain bowl and unearths the truth–that he is useless, loveless, worthless, and so, so very alone.

Through the hangover of fear and loathing–and a generous helping of unresolved blunt trauma to the head–Steve forgets about Eddie’s visit from the night prior. He forgets the whispered confessions and breathless kisses shared on the couch downstairs. He forgets moaning into each other’s wanton mouths and Eddie’s strong hands coaxing him out of his head.

He forgets and forgets and forgets and then–suddenly, dizzily, all at once–Steve remembers.

It’s an out of body experience–automatic by nature of careful practice–pressing his nose to the borrowed t-shirt and breathing in the distinct, musky scent of cigarette smoke and caution thrown to the wind. It’s the sweet, filtered fragrance of risk and flame and ringed fingers gripping his hips. Rolling them down with control onto firm, grounding hardness and delectably licking each whine out from behind Steve’s teeth. Waves of passion and pleasure and belonging and Eddie’s broad chest providing a safe place to land when all was said and done.

Steve remembers and he wants.

There’s a blip in time–like the thin pause of a lucid dream–in which the corners of Steve’s smart mouth twitch up in memory. Beaming golden light from cheek to blushing cheek; like the bliss of the setting sun warming the remains of the day with one final pink hued glow. A last hurrah, a gentle kiss, a bid farewell as childhood horror ensues in the form of shadowless creatures.

Feelings of euphoria and desire are torched by the sudden realization that Eddie is gone. The left side of the bed appears untouched–pillows fluffed, sheets tucked in and—

Oh, there it is again. Hello, old friend.

Acidic vulnerability merges with confusion and tears sting his aching flesh. Every nerve is ablaze with pain and hurt and the abandonment that Eddie promised wouldn’t happen. He’d sworn it up and down, palm practically pressed to the exoskeleton of a Bible with the way he’d taken Steve’s heart in his hands.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?

Never, Stevie. Never leaving you again.

He’s out of his mind with the hyperfixated belief that this is to be his permanent script–the character written out of the story the moment act two begins.

Why give lines to the actor who can never seem to speak them correctly? Why write them for the anxious wreck of a man who stumbles on every word and can’t follow a single stage cue without fucking up miserably?

Morning arrives as a stab in the back. A knife that goes from spine to heart, severing connection.

Eddie left. Eddie promised to stay and promised to care and promised to protect and still, he left.

Eddie showed up on his doorstep with the offers of comfort and presence and certainty and still, he left.

Eddie left.

Like Tommy.

Like Nancy.

Like Robin.

Like the kids.

Like Mom.

Like Dad.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to peer behind the curtain and see what everyone else always has–that Steve Harrington’s a fucking mess and cleaning him up is pointless work, because he’ll just ruin the effort and puke all over himself again the second the job is finished.

Thankless and tireless, just like what he’s doing right now. Except, he’s the maid in this version of the tale.

Capillaries break from the force of the raw hurt, as Steve retches into his own lap and coats Eddie’s forlorn t-shirt with the ideation of his betrayal. Vitriol burns and burns and he’s sick to the core.

It’s gross. God, Steve knows it’s gross.

It’s rare that he doesn’t covertly and politely participate in his worst habit these days. Sneaking off to the bathroom when he’s in a public setting and the anxiety strikes. Pulling over on the side of the road to hurl into the bushes when he gets triggered driving by the bones of Starcourt. Rationing the few shreds of dignity he still holds claim to by using the toilet or trash-bin when he’s home alone.

This particular scenario has only happened once before and it was much more excusable back then, because he’d been partially drunk and thus, able to blame the foul mistake on the alcohol. Though, he knew it had far more to do with Nancy calling him “bullshit” earlier in the evening than it did with the cheap beer rolling around in his stomach. Trust issues and self-hatred won out in the end, covering his mattress in vile colors that dripped from the edges of his own mouth.

Why should Nancy have ever wanted to give her love to someone so incapable of normalcy? Someone so incapable of loving himself?

Steve really should get up at this point–to clean, to shower, to toss the filth into the laundry. Washing away his sins is just part of the process. He knows this, he’s accustomed to it. He’s built a new life around it–walls of thick, dirty concrete and bulletproof cinder blocks.

But, as much as he knows he should get on with the day and toughen up—like the man his father raised him to be—Steve can’t. He simply can’t. His body is weak, his heart is empty, and there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from the cruel voices in his head and the poison in his veins.

It follows him, it always follows him. Knows all his tricks.

Steve’s heaving non-breaths and chewing on the guilt he has for merely existing and there’s not enough space between his stupid blood and his stupid skin. He needs to rip open the flesh and crawl out of the body and bury it under the floorboards.

Maybe then he’d be able to greet the pretty sun and her rays without crying, instead of choking himself on the idea that he’ll never be capable of creating such warmth with his own form.

Blinded by an ocean of salty tears, he crashes into the shore of his mattress. Curling into himself on his side and pinching the insides of his thighs as hard as he can. His nails are long enough to tear into the skin and he relishes this fact.

He wants it to hurt, he wants to punish himself for all the things he can’t be– functional, stable, happy.

White hot pain sears his skin, which should be reason enough to stop, but it only serves to egg Steve on. Just another fucked up thing about him. Pain shouldn’t be enticing, but it is to his defiled brain.

Sharp edges pushing deeper and tearing at the seams–only slightly satisfied when drops of red finally trickle down and mix with the rest of the mess. Stains that will take so much bleach and soap and exertion–energy he doesn’t have anymore.

It’s a new low, but he tepidly thinks that maybe he’ll sleep like this tonight–maybe he’ll stay in this rotten bed of expiration all day long. Maybe he’ll lose track of time and melt into the springs and let them slice him limb from limb.

There has to be peace at the end of the tunnel? Right? Follow the light and bleed your last and then you’re free? Isn’t that how it works? Isn’t it?

Blood pools between his legs–gory and without miracle–in a slow, steady stream. His mouth is dry, the bed smells like death, and no one is coming to save him.

He’ll die here–in this house, in this room, in this bed–and no one will be there to kiss him goodbye. No one will jot down his last words for future reference in his eulogy.

Not a bang, but a whimper–that’s how Steve will go out. A tree falling in the forest and no one around to confirm or deny if it made a sound. Blood will color him and his bed the darkest red and that will be how he leaves this Earth.

He just needs to push a little deeper. Maybe a kitchen knife or the edge of one of the nails in his bat. That might work. He’ll go grab one or the other or both once his own hands reach their limit.

Will they even wonder? Will they even care?

No one is coming to save him. No one is coming to save–

Except, well, except apparently, Eddie Fucking Munson.

“Morning!” He sings into the festering room, as if he’s blind to the crime scene and thinks this is the set of some early bird talk show, “I got us coffee and bagels–toasted of course. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to get some caffeine in you too, after last night. Uh–don’t know what you like, so I got two of my favorites. Not to brag, but I’ve been told I have impeccable taste in the–”

Eddie trails off and gasps sharply as he approaches the bed. Steve can’t look up at him, can’t begin to process what’s happening–he’s trapped by his ceaseless pain. His eyes stay shut, refusing to let Eddie in for fear of what he’ll find.

A monster, a beast, an unsightly creature with nothing to live for.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and places a hand on Steve’s trembling shoulder–shuffling around to place the coffee and bagels on the desk, “Are you– Steve –are you okay? What can I do? How can I help you? I want to help. Let me help. Please.”

Steve can’t talk, he can’t find the words to explain what he needs. His tongue feels like a ten ton brick in his mouth–it’s impossible to unhinge his tensing jaw and his teeth feel like overgrown fangs. He doesn’t want to disappoint Eddie. He wants to be good for him, wants to behave, wants to earn his praise and kindness, but he’s as good for nothing as a walkman without batteries.

A bicycle without wheels.

A car without an engine.

Useless. Useless. Useless.

Instead, he groans and rolls towards Eddie–bloody thighs cloaked beneath the sheets. A hideous surprise that would make just about anyone pass out or join him in puking on sight. It’s a lethal picture of a grisly love affair–Steve and the bed he plans to turn into a grave. Forever intertwined.

Honestly, he’s shocked Eddie hasn’t run straight out the door with the bagels and coffee in tow. How could anyone want to share a meal with him in this state?

“Stevie,” Eddie cards a hand through his greasy hair–so gentle and soft, using careful fingers, “If this is like last night–if it's bad again and you can’t talk–can you try another way for me, when you’re ready? We’ll make it simple, something you can do without using any words. You can tap my hand once if you want me to get closer, twice if you’re not sure yet, three times if you don’t want that at all and you’d prefer I leave.”

Hesitation prevents an immediate choice; but only because the slate of options is something that usually intimidates him. Fearful in all instances–mundane and complex–that he’ll choose wrong. But, Eddie’s hand is so warm and kind and safe–cradling him and keeping him present.

And he left, yes that’s true, but it seems he left for good reason. Not for lack of care, but because of it. To nourish Steve and himself. To give instead of take. Maybe it’s okay to trust Eddie. To tourniquet the quiet bleeding and reach for the reprieve of a bandaid in the form of another.

“I swear I’ll shut the fuck up soon, but Stevie-”

Steve loves that nickname. His heart swoons and skips beats at the sound of it in Eddie’s gravelly rasp. Loves the way Eddie brings his name to life like the last line of a love letter or the beginning of a delicate melody.

“Stevie, I’m–I just need you to know that I’m here, okay? I’m here and I don’t want you to be scared. I don’t know if you’re scared actually–but you sure look it–I just, I just really want to make it better. Can I do that for you, sweetheart?” Eddie coos low in his ear and the shackles loosen from Steve’s wrists–allowing him to pry his violent hands away from where they bite into his thighs.

He blinks his swollen lids open, knows this next part is gonna hurt, but Eddie’s so beautiful that the panic dissipates–numbs. The man stands beside his bed–bathed in divine light, like a God of some old world–and pets Steve’s hair in sweet repetition. Coiled electricity lives beneath his skin, bringing color to his pale cheeks and caging angelic concern behind his doe eyes.

Painfully present in the moment with Steve, painfully there to share in his pain and shield him from all that he can.

Decidedly, Steve reaches up to tap Eddie’s hand with one definitive motion. Singular and communicating what can’t be spoken aloud.

Eddie’s face lights up–like Joyce Byers’ living room four years ago–bright and verging on chaotic. Hard to contain in such a limited space.

“Yes! Okay, that’s a yes, right? You want me closer–like to hold you?” Eddie confirms and Steve nods, appreciating how thorough he is–how much he wants to maintain a safe boundary at all times.

“P-please,” Steve mutters and taps Eddie’s hand to reiterate his point, even though it’s somewhat unnecessary now.

He likes the ease of it, the simplicity. Taps seem far less likely to be misinterpreted than words–which Steve tends to jumble by using improper tone or speaking too fast. It’s a more foolproof system than the English language and there’s a large appeal in that. It makes his brain feel fuzzy and coddled, as if there are big earmuffs surrounding the pink matter and nothing bad can get inside. Impermeable.

“Okay. I can do that, absolutely. Just wanna take the covers off and throw them in the laundry real quick,” Eddie says calmly, like the vomit really isn’t all that unappealing, “I’ll be right back.”

He starts peeling back the duvet to clean and Steve whimpers without meaning to. Fresh tears spill down his face and dampen his exposed chest hair. There’s no way this is the same guy that won the superlative for “biggest heartthrob” his senior year. Something must have been chemically or genetically altered since then. Crying, bleeding, covered in his own puke, prepared to die before Eddie provided a welcome distraction—no way.

Eddie notices the sobbing, because of course he does. Pausing in the midst of his cleaning mission, he balls up the duvet and kneels onto the carpet to level himself with Steve. Letting them view each other eye to eye.

“Hey, hey, honey,” Eddie says with compassion, “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Do you want me to put the covers back on? I should have asked you first, before ripping them off the bed. Shit I’m such an idiot.”

Steve sniffles pathetically and snot joins the growing mix of bodily fluids coating his sticky skin. Eddie uses the sleeve of his leather jacket to dab at his nose and cheeks, gentle pressure that brings him strength.

How he’s not disgusted, Steve isn’t sure, but he knows for certain—in this moment—that Eddie Munson is a good man.

A good friend, a good—well, Steve’s not exactly sure what to call him after the way they kissed last night on the couch. Hot and heavy and full of need.

Friends don’t kiss and friends definitely don’t kiss like that.

“Not the covers,” Steve cries and chokes out a breath, “Don’t want you to leave, Eddie.”

A crease forms between the man’s dark brows, hidden in part by his tiered fringe. Steve recalls how it felt to take those tendrils in his hands and pull in desperation. To cling onto the soft curls as pleasure coursed through his body. Eddie’s lap so solid and safe.

“I’ll be right back. I promise. Just don’t want you to lay in this anymore. It’s not good for you and you deserve a nice, clean place to rest. I’ll bring you fresh sheets and then I’ll cuddle you for as long as you like. No rush,” Eddie reassures him, but doesn’t move away from the bed—clearly waiting for a response.

Probably lingering to see how much Steve will break at the suggestion of their temporary separation.

How weak he is, how fragile.

“No,” Steve says firmly and tears punctuate his small demand.

“No, what?” Eddie prompts lightly and sits on the edge of the unkempt bed to further their conversation–somehow he still hasn’t noticed the blood, “No I can’t do your laundry or no I can’t cuddle you?”

“Laundry,” Steve winces as he readjusts his position, the blood is drying thickly between his legs, “Don’t want you to do the laundry, because—because I don’t think you’ll come back.”

There’s no point in scaring him away by explaining that Steve’s little meltdown had quite a bit to do with Eddie’s well intentioned coffee run this morning. That he’d believed Eddie had left him—full stop–without hope of return. That it was a terminal decision that hammered in the final nail in Steve’s coffin.

“Oh,” understanding develops in slow motion over Eddie’s concerned face, “Like my deadbeat dad going to the grocery store for milk? You’re scared that it’s just an excuse, that I don’t actually mean it? Like I’ll say I’m just going to do some laundry, but I’ll run out the door instead without telling you? Is that it?”

Steve laughs a little at the ridiculousness and truth in Eddie’s analogy. He’d known Eddie hadn’t grown up with an overtly present father figure until Wayne, but he hadn’t realized just how similar their childhoods were in that sense until now. Steve’s dad may have been on endless business trips—which was code for having a multitude of affairs—but the absence held a dagger to his heart at the same angle. Aimed at the same vein.

“It’s stupid,” Steve hears himself say in a voice that sounds much closer to the one he typically associates with his public persona, “I’m being immature and you’re just trying to do something nice for me. You shouldn’t have to clean up my mess in the first place. I’m more than capable of doing it.”

No I’m not and I was planning on laying in it for the rest of the time to punish myself, he thinks, but Eddie doesn’t need to know that.

“It’s not stupid, Steve,” Eddie scoots closer to lean against the headboard and gently places Steve’s head in his lap, “You’ve been through a lot in your life, especially these past few years with all the monster shit. Reacting to that—dealing with your trauma—however that may look to other people shouldn’t matter. You’re doing your best to fucking survive and that’s a success in itself. You should be proud of yourself for continuing to push through every day. I’m proud of you, Steve. It’s okay. You don’t have to hide from me and if you don’t want me to leave your room yet, if you’re not ready, then I’ll stay. All you have to do is ask.”

It hurts too much to say it out loud, so Steve taps Eddie’s denim clad leg once and Eddie pulls him closer. Rubbing a hand up and down Steve’s back, like he’s weaving a fairytale to lull him to sleep.

“You can rest, now,” Eddie murmurs and Steve wonders how they got here—to this place of reversed roles, “Let go. Whatever that looks like, I don’t care, okay? You’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

[queenclaudiabrown]

Jurassic Wildflowers

Content warnings: mosquitoes, mentions of killing animals, mentions of Ethan’s violent tendencies

Word count: 737

     The Jurassic heat was sweltering and humid, even in the middle of the night.  Early mosquitoes swarmed around the camp, dissuaded only by some horrid-smelling plant that Ethan had found and encouraged everyone to slather themselves with.  It was nearly impossible to get off when still wet (the jury was still out on whether or not soap- which they didn’t have- would have helped), and it took ages to dry.  When it did, it had to be peeled and scraped off, leaving the skin underneath irritated, itchy, and often unpleasantly exfoliated.  It had a vaguely yellowish tint to it, an echo of the petals of its flowers.

     It was these flowers that Charlotte Cameron was collecting now, their stems too.  Mercifully, they didn’t smell so terrible until they were ground up.

     Charlotte wasn’t a hunter or a fighter- more of a gatherer and mender.  She didn’t like killing, but before she met the others her only companion had fallen ill, and she’d resorted to killing and cooking a rabbit to get some protein into him.  It had worked, and Aaron had lived.  But when she had finally found her place among many others, she had been happy to step back from that role.  She did her best to patch people up, and she and Emily often sewed the repairs in clothes or makeshift tents, as long as there was a substitute for needle and thread available.  She helped cook as well, and she was generally regarding as the most soothing presence.  She had been the first person among them that Ethan Dobrowski, when he’d joined them, had trusted.

     He made her feel safe like no one else quite did.

     He was their best hunter, with a disquieting proclivity and aptitude toward killing and violence in general.  If he couldn’t kill something, he usually split wood with their one axe (one of their companions had lived alone in the woods before getting chased through an anomaly by what he believed to be a raptor of some kind.  He’d been splitting wood when it happened).  Still, they didn’t pry, and they tried very hard not to judge- when it came to survival, it was difficult to determine where uncrossable lines could be drawn.

     He was out hunting now, along with Emily and another of their member, a dark-skinned woman with short-shorn hair named Maya.  She was as tall as a man and as quick and cunning as a snake, yet she had earned their trust time and time again.  She had made bows and arrows for those that hunted, and she certainly knew how to use her craft.

     Charlotte finished collecting the flowers and returned to the camp, where she was greeted by the sight of the three hunters returning with their bounty.  Ethan’s crocodile-green eyes swept over the ramshackle collection of tents and lean-tos before landing on her.  His mouth twitched pleasantly, and he deposited the creature on his shoulders onto the ground before striding over to her.

     “Hey.”  She greeted.

     “Hey yourself.”  He returned.

     A pleased smile morphed her features as her eyes flitted over him.  “I see you made it back without getting clawed this time.”  She noted.

     He chuckled.  “You know I only got hurt because I was staring at you.”

     She blushed and looked down, her gaze landing on the horrible flowers in her hands.  His eyes flicked down to see them.  “Not these again.”  He groaned.

     Ethan surprised her by plucking them out of her hand, and as her head lifted in surprise, he reached into his pocket and produced a makeshift bouquet, their stems shoddily tied together by a strip of leather she recognized as belonging to one of the dinosaurs they’d killed and eaten a few days before.

     Some were purple and some were yellow, some were red and some were blue.  Some had four petals and some had nine, some were round like carnations and some were pointy like poinsettias.  They were all utterly alien to her, nothing like any she’d ever seen, but beautiful in their own strange way.

     She lifted her head, her mouth in a sweet smile.  “I love them.  Thank you, Ethan.”  She leaned up onto the tips of her toes- a difficult but impressive feat in her stiff boots- and pressed a kiss to his unshaven cheek.  He smiled, the warmth of it a rare thing, and his eyes softened.

     “Anything for you, my Charlotte.”

[despairforme]

It was going on day - well, night three of crappy, rainy weather accompanied by a drastic drop into freezing temperatures. Earlier it had been warm enough that her work shirt and jeans were causing Roxy to sweat, but now, she was shivering, soaked to the bone from both the sweat and rain as she tredged forward through the elements. At least if it's gonna be this cold, snow, don't rain. She cast a bitter glare at the clouds above, as if the weather could hear her thoughts or cared even if it could.

A helpless, plain white business envelope shoved into an otherwise empty plastic bag crinkled against the interior of Roxanne's shirt as she gripped it tightly to her chest. A very late, last addition to Nnoitra's birthday present, or an early Christmas present, whichever worked better. On the exterior of the envelope bore a large N accompanied by the black haired, eye patch wearing stick figure, signed with a calligraphied R. She figured she'd used up all her luck for the next month - no, the next year - just getting the envelope's contents, she wasn't taking her chances of having anyone notice it and being mugged on her way to give it to him. She crept down dark alleyways, past piles of broken glass and carelessly discarded cans as she gingerly made her way across town. Thankfully it was a short walk, and being past midnight, no one in their right mind would be out in this weather at this time willingly. Nobody in their right mind, she repeated to herself with a hint of amusement.

"O-Okay bub," She chattered, voice barely above a whisper as she approached the now somewhat familiar door. "I worked my ass off for these, and I'm gonna lose what's left of my tits to this cold, so you better fuckin' like this."

Hunching over the bag gripped tightly to her sternum, she carefully unzipped through layers of coats and jackets before finally reaching the original shirt she'd been wearing and removing the itchy plastic bag from against her skin. With almost too firm of a grasp, she took hold of the envelope, inspecting it carefully to be sure it was still well sealed shut and dry, then gingerly wedged it into the doorframe as high up as she could reach. That was about eye height for him, right?

"F-fuck me, I hate winter." She muttered to herself as she hurriedly zipped back up her numerous jackets. "S-see ya around, I hope," She spoke up towards the direction of the door, as if it would respond to her. "It would be n-nice to catch up here soon. It's been way too long, I know, but I hope that you're-..."

Roxanne's train of thought suddenly came to a dead halt. The Nnoitra she remembered would usually scoff at her well wishings, no matter how genuine or not. Wishes were for kids, she nagged herself, and they sure as hell weren't kids anymore. Tucking her head to her chest as she shivered harshly, Roxanne instead buried her reddened nose in the front collars of her jackets as she felt the cold biting at her face.

"...Come see me at work." She continued with a sniffle and pulled her arms in from her sleeves, pinning them against her torso for warmth. "You can have all the cheap cheeseburgers you can eat and management can cry about it. I don't care enough about that job to fight them on it."

Roxanne turned away from the door, then paused for a moment to glance over her shoulder at the helpless envelope. It would be fine, right? Who the hell would notice it? It was damn near 3 in the morning, nobody was out... But what if someone did steal it? Or it blew away or got ruined by the rain? Then what? No good deed ever went unpunished in some way with her, but she couldn't stay here and watch it. Hypothermia doesn't seem like a fun way to die, she reminded herself. Looking around the empty stoop, then at the abandoned, flooded streets, she hesitated, glanced back at the envelope, then seemed to finally make up her mind as she exhaled a puff of steam and turned and jumped off the stoop, headed for home at last.

People could really suck, she told herself to get her attention off of her freezing extremities, but nobody ever has gotten anywhere by letting themselves sit around and pout about the unfairness of it all.

...

It was a small miracle the envelope made it overnight without getting so much as a droplet of water on it. Once opened, it contained two things: A piece of scrap paper with some scribblings on it, and tickets of some sort. The scrap of paper had one string of info on it; "McB's, M-F, 2-10 PM", and a drawing of the same fast food logo that had been on the previous bag she'd left him. That had to be where she worked, it seemed.

The tickets seemed to be to some sort of five day weekend music festival just a few towns over, a rock and metal based one it seemed based on the name. The "VIP" punched at the bottom was sure to imply something, but it couldn't be ascertained just what exactly from the vague abbreviations on the back of the ticket stubs. No doubt these had to have been expensive, and there were four of them.

...

Elsewhere, the cold mist of the morning was overtaken by the first few rays of sunlight as Roxanne lie practically comatose to the world, buried deep in a nest of blankets and pillows like a bear in hibernation. A deer stood just outside of her small yellow tent, helping itself to Roxanne's unattended box of wheaties as she blissfully snoozed the day away.

(@gildedgriffon)/(@serpent-of-feathers)

His hands were pink, borderline red from the cold. He'd lost feeling in them a couple of minutes ago. He would've kept them stuffed in his pockets, but he got paranoid as hell when he walked around without his hands at the ready. Especially at night. Especially through the shady part of town. Nnoitra had decided on a short-cut ( or rather, the rain had decided that for him ), which took him through some alleys that you'd best be prepared for a confrontation if you ventured into. There was ONE good thing about the weather ( and the fact that it was past 3 at night ) - there was nobody out. The only people Nnoitra passed were some tragic looking homeless people. Not that they should be underestimated. Who ever said a homeless dude couldn't try to shaft you? He shivered.

This was late for him to be going back home ( Ikkaku's place, was that really ' home '? ), even for him. His fight was always the main event of the evening, and saved for last. Normally it would be around midnight, maybe a little later. It would always be over quickly, simply because nobody stood a chance. Tonight's fight had gone smoothly. It wasn't HIS fault that he was walking home so late. Nah. There had been staffing issues at the bar. The new guy hadn't turned up, or - he HAD turned up, but he'd turned up in hospital, like some fucking jackass. Nnoitra didn't give a shit about that. There was nobody else who could step in, and so HE had been asked to man the bar. It was the last thing in the world he wanted, but at the same time... Grimmjow had worked there. Walked the steps behind the counter. Touched the glasses and bottles. Somehow, that had made Nnoitra unable to say no. He missed him. Missed him so much he thought it would fucking kill him any day. Pathetic, wasn't it?

In any case, he'd reluctantly accepted filling in for the night. He knew jack-shit about bar tending. That hadn't been a problem. The bar had been FILLED with people who were there just to talk to him. His ' fans ' or whatever. People who came every night only to watch him fight. Nnoitra liked that people admired him. However, after two hours of intense attention... He could say that he'd had MORE than enough. At least nobody cared that he was unable to mix up drinks. He wouldn't say it had been a BAD experience, but certainly exhausting. And he'd been unable to think about anything other than Grimmjow the whole time. To complete the night - he now had to walk home in the coldest rain in history. He felt pretty gloomy.

He might not be lucky with the weather, but at least he didn't get fucking JUMPED on his way home. He got back safely ( though drenched to the bone and freezing ). With numb fingers, he fished his ( Ikkaku's ) keys out of his pocket, struggling to unlock the door. Then he spotted something ON the door. It looked like someone had tried to push some paper in through the gap between the door and the doorframe. It looked like an envelope. For fuck's sake, didn't the mail-man know there was a fucking MAIL BOX right over there? Annoyed, Nnoitra yanked the envelope free. He assumed it was for Ikkaku - it wasn't. When he realized this, his annoyance immediately switched to curiosity. He RARELY got mail.

Back in his room, Nnoitra shook his head like a wet dog, his long hair splashing a little bit of water everywhere ( including his bed - he did not think that through ). His fingers were stiff from the cold, but he was too impatient to wait. He flopped down onto the bed, the mattress bouncing gently from the added weight. Nnoitra opened the letter.

It was probably because of his birthday present, that he quickly realized who this letter was from. The stick figure, the writing - this was from Roxanne. Nnoitra looked at the letters written on the scrap piece of paper. His tired brain TRIED to comprehend. WHY did she have to write in coded messages? The cogs in his head were struggling to turn. In the end, he really was too tired to even understand what the letters meant. He'd give it another try tomorrow ( or ask Ikkaku, who, unlike himself, was not fucking retarded ). He moved onto the other content in the envelope. Tickets. SEVERAL tickets. They were for a music festival in a neighboring city that Nnoitra had never been to. It was hard to miss the VIP-stamp on them. Even if he was tired ( and depressed as fuck ), he had to admit this intrigued him. Being a VIP on a music festival... He liked the thought of that. He had no idea what he'd do with four of them though... One was for Roxanne herself, of course, since she had gotten the tickets in the first place. Who else could he bring though? Nnoitra lay back in bed, still fully clothes in his wet pants and hoodie. Tomorrow... He was going to figure out the mysterious message... Yeah, tomorrow. / @serpent-of-feathers , @xx-gold-n-sunshine-xx .

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TOP 10 Winter Skin Care Tips

Winter is full of swing, colder and dry weather outside can wreak havoc on skin. So, if you are not careful for your skin then it can lead to chapped and red in this winter and it is really hard to overcome this issue. That’s why it is obligatory to follow skin care tips for winter season.

In each season, the skin condition keeps changing. Thus, it is crucial to switch winter skincare routines, so the skin does not suffer. Especially in winter, the skin will lose its natural moisture, which results in itchy and dry skin. In some situations, it will lead to eczema, psoriasis, and other skin conditions.

But, if you prepare yourself for the season then you won’t face any issue with dry or irritated skin and enjoy healthy or glowing skin. So, read out this blog and discover some amazing winter skin care tips that keep your skin issues at bay in the winter.

Skin Care Tips for Winter

Here are ten expert-backed skin care tips that will take your skin health from nada to Prada. So, let’s discover it here:

1.Switch Up Your Skincare Products

Contrary to popular belief, skin care depends on each season, and as the weather changes, it expects more care from you. So, it is vital to change the routine accordingly. Various products are available in the market, so use them to make your skin glow. Try to buy products that hydrate skin in the winter.

In winter, dry skin gets irritated quickly, so you must ensure that skin’s moisture barrier is healthy, select the skincare brand’s fragrance and alcohol-free product. The best body yogurt product is the secret of glowing and radiant skin. It makes you protected against harsh winter waves.

2.Use Calming Cleanser

Cleansing is the first and most crucial skincare step in the daily routine. So, when you are scrubbing to remove makeup, dirt, and oils, then consider honey almond scrub bar that treats your skin gently and does not strip away the natural moisture of the skin. Some people wash their face so aggressively that even damaging natural moisturizer leads to dry skin. The cleansing bar is go — to in the winter season to dissolve the day away and hydrates your skin.

3.Moisturize the Skin All Day

We all love fresh and lightweight gel moisturizers in summer, but winter require a richer formula to lock skin from hydration properly. The cold air depletes the skin moisture. Thus, moisturizing your skin is vital to keep it hydrated and soft. So, rather than using lotions use body butter creams and petroleum-based products which are excellent choices to treat dry skin in winter. Thus, always apply moisturizer after cleansing your face. Even people with oily skin should use lightweight, unscented moisturizer. It will nourish your skin deeply.

4.Use Sunscreen

Moisturizer makes your skin smoother, but sunscreen will protect the skin from UV rays. Whether outside is cloud or dark weather, your skin always needs sunscreen to protect from the sun. Even the temperature drops, sunscreen is always important to apply because there is always a radiant year around, and even a small amount of radiant can add to cumulative damage that is prone to skin cancer, pigmentation, aging, and wrinkles on the skin.

5.Invest in Humidifier

In the winter, it brings dry air inside and outside the home. Due to this, the water will start to evaporate from the body quickly. Thus, it becomes even more crucial to take care of your skin moisture and install a humidifier in your home. If you have dry patches, then moisturize them. However, the best way to avoid this issue is to order body butter online, giving the skin the required nourishment. Apply it to the body and massage it in a circular motion till absorbed by the skin.

6.Don’t forget to Exfoliate

Exfoliation is a crucial part of maintaining skin glow even in winter. If you fail to exfoliate your skin at least once a week, then you are not doing favors on the skin. An excellent approach to exfoliating the face in winter is using a body yogurt product and scrubbing it gently. It helps to remove dead skin cells and get rid of dirt and oil which builds on the skin’s surface.

7.Keep Yourself Hydrated

Anything you consume will reflect on your skin and body. So it is essential to eat healthily and drink as much water as possible. However, staying hydrated by consuming fluid and the best source is to intake water. The water will help you avoid skin dryness and make it younger and fresh. In the winter, people usually forget to drink enough water, which creates skin hydration issues.

8.Protect Your Lips Too

The skin on your lips is thin and loses its moisturizer quickly, which can lead to chapped and flaky lips. So, it is always essential to carry lip balm with you and rehydrate it from time to time. The lip essentials will not only add an extra layer between lips and moisture–sucking air but also provides essential nutrients that help your lips to moisturize from the inside.

9.Don’t Use Chemical Soaps

Harsh soaps are entirely prepared using a chemical and artificial fragrance that irritates the skin and leads to excessive dryness. But ordering honey almond soap online will keep the dryness issue at bay. So, using organic soap maintains skin shinning and makes them refreshing. Also, washing the face twice a day is mandatory as it will remove all the dirt and pollution from the skin.

10.Use Hydrating Mask

Due to low temperatures in winter, the humidity levels create various skin problems. Thus, pick a yogurt products, hydrating cream or sheet mask with moisturizing emollients and more active components like vitamin C and ceramides. This hydrating mask will remove impurities, calm dark spots, and exfoliate the skin.

Conclusion

As the winter season is here. Those with dry skin are worried that their skin will become more dry and flaky in winter. So, if you are facing a similar issue, then purchase organic products from Natural Splash. We assure you that our products will keep your skin healthy and glowing.

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Jaundice-Related Skin Conditions: Understanding the Connection

If you're dealing with jaundice-related skin issues, understanding the root cause can significantly ease your concerns. Jaundice, a condition that causes yellowing of the skin and eyes, often indicates underlying liver problems. Beyond the visible discoloration, jaundice can lead to skin-related complications that require medical attention. If you're searching for Jaundice treatment in Chennai, visit GEM Hospital for comprehensive care from specialists.

What Causes Jaundice?

Jaundice is primarily a result of elevated bilirubin levels in the blood, a substance produced during the breakdown of red blood cells. When the liver fails to process bilirubin effectively due to conditions like hepatitis, gallstones, or cirrhosis, it accumulates, leading to jaundice.

Common Skin Conditions Associated with Jaundice

Yellow Discoloration (Icterus)The most apparent sign of jaundice is the yellowing of the skin and eyes. This discoloration occurs when bilirubin builds up in the skin, signaling impaired liver function.

Itchy Skin (Pruritus)Patients with jaundice often experience intense itching due to bile salts accumulating in the skin. This itching can disrupt daily life and sleep quality, requiring targeted treatment.

Dry and Flaky SkinJaundice can cause dehydration, which manifests as dry and flaky skin. This symptom emphasizes the importance of staying hydrated and using gentle skincare products.

Darkened Skin PatchesIn some cases, jaundice-related liver conditions may cause hyperpigmentation, leading to dark patches on the skin, particularly in areas prone to friction.

Bruising and BleedingWith severe liver dysfunction, the production of clotting factors diminishes, making the skin prone to easy bruising or minor cuts that bleed excessively.

How to Identify Jaundice-Related Skin Issues Early

Early detection of jaundice-related skin conditions is crucial for effective treatment. Look for the following signs:

Yellow tint in the whites of your eyes or skin.

Persistent itching without a clear cause.

Sudden changes in skin tone or texture.

Increased sensitivity to minor injuries or bruising.

If you notice these symptoms, consult a specialist immediately.

Treating Jaundice-Related Skin Problems

1. Manage the Underlying Cause

Address liver diseases such as hepatitis or gallstones through medication or surgery.

Lifestyle modifications like reducing alcohol intake and following a liver-friendly diet can help.

2. Relieve Itchy Skin

Prescription antihistamines or bile acid sequestrants may alleviate itching.

Use unscented moisturizers to soothe irritated skin.

3. Hydration and Skin Care

Drink plenty of water to combat dehydration.

Avoid harsh soaps and opt for gentle cleansers to prevent further skin damage.

4. Medical Interventions

For severe cases, phototherapy or plasma exchange may be recommended to reduce bilirubin levels effectively.

Regular monitoring and lab tests ensure optimal liver health.

Preventing Jaundice-Related Skin Conditions

Prevention is always better than cure. Here’s how you can lower your risk of jaundice and related skin issues:

Maintain a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and lean proteins.

Avoid excessive alcohol consumption.

Stay vaccinated against hepatitis A and B.

Practice safe hygiene to prevent infections.

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Common Skin Problems Girls Face and How a Skin Doctor Can Help

Skin problems can be frustrating, especially for girls dealing with skin changes as they grow up. From breakouts to pigmentation, understanding the root causes of these common issues is essential for finding the right solutions. Consulting a Skin Doctor in Karur can make all the difference in helping you achieve healthier, glowing skin. Here’s a look at some common skin problems girls face and how a professional can help address them.

1. Acne and Pimples

Acne is a frequent skin issue that many young girls encounter. It often begins during teenage years due to hormonal changes but can persist into adulthood. Pimples, blackheads, and whiteheads appear when hair follicles become clogged with oil and dead skin cells. While over-the-counter products might provide temporary relief, seeing a Skin Doctor in Karur ensures you get a personalized treatment plan that targets the cause of your acne. Specialized treatments like chemical peels, laser therapy, and prescription medications are options that only a professional can offer effectively.

2. Dark Spots and Pigmentation

Hyperpigmentation, or dark spots, can be due to acne scars, sun damage, or hormonal changes. These dark patches are often stubborn and may not fade with regular creams. A skin specialist can help identify the exact cause and provide targeted treatments like chemical peels, microdermabrasion, or laser therapy to lighten the pigmentation effectively. A dermatologist will also guide you in using the right sun protection, which is crucial for preventing further pigmentation.

3. Dry and Itchy Skin

Dry skin may not seem like a major concern, but it can be extremely uncomfortable. Many girls experience this problem due to climate changes, allergies, or inadequate skin hydration. Dry skin can lead to itching and even cause cracks, making it vulnerable to infections. A skin doctor can suggest the best moisturizers, recommend lifestyle adjustments, and prescribe treatments for underlying conditions like eczema, which may contribute to the dryness.

4. Sunburns and Sun Damage

Exposure to the sun’s UV rays can damage skin cells, leading to sunburns, premature aging, and an increased risk of skin cancer. Sunburns are painful and can cause lasting skin damage, including fine lines and wrinkles. A skin doctor provides valuable guidance on protecting your skin from UV rays, recommends safe sunscreens, and can treat sunburns with professional-grade products that promote healing.

5. Uneven Skin Texture

If you have rough or uneven skin texture, it could be due to a lack of exfoliation, poor skin care, or underlying conditions. A professional dermatologist can provide treatments like microdermabrasion or chemical peels that smooth your skin, giving it a more radiant and even texture. Regular check-ups with a skin doctor ensure your skin stays at its healthiest, especially if you face frequent issues with rough patches.

How Sanjay Rithik Hospital Can Help

At Sanjay Rithik Hospital, we understand that every skin type is unique, and we’re here to provide expert solutions to help you achieve beautiful skin. Consulting a Skin Doctor in Karur at our facility means personalized care, professional-grade treatments, and long-lasting solutions to your skin problems. Our dermatologists will work closely with you to understand your concerns and create a treatment plan tailored specifically to your skin needs. Whether it’s acne, pigmentation, or skin hydration, our team has the expertise to guide you toward healthier skin.

Contact Us: +91 89030 09723, +91 75983 23022

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Understanding Eczema Dark Skin: Effective Management Strategies

Eczema is a common skin condition that affects millions of people worldwide. However, when it appears on dark skin, its effects and manifestations can be vastly different from those seen on lighter skin tones. This disparity can often lead to misunderstandings, misdiagnoses, and ineffective treatments. If you or someone you know has been navigating the challenges of eczema on dark skin, this guide will shine a light on what to expect, how to manage it effectively, and the best ways to maintain healthy skin.

What is Eczema?

Eczema, also known as atopic dermatitis, is a chronic skin condition characterized by inflammation, itching, and dryness. While it can affect people of all skin tones, the appearance and symptoms can vary based on skin type.

How Does Eczema Appear on Dark Skin?

On darker skin, eczema often manifests differently than on lighter skin. The redness typically associated with eczema may not be as noticeable, and instead, affected areas may appear purple, grey, or brown. This variation in colour can make diagnosing eczema on dark skin more challenging, potentially leading to delays in treatment.

Common Symptoms on Dark Skin

The symptoms of eczema on dark skin may include:

Dry, itchy patches: The skin may feel rough, dry, and itchy, often worsening during flare-ups.

Discolouration: Dark patches or lighter spots can appear, especially after repeated scratching.

Swelling and bumps: These may appear on the skin's surface, potentially filled with fluid.

Thickening of the skin: Known as lichenification, it can occur in areas that have been scratched frequently.

Understanding these symptoms can help you identify eczema early and seek treatment before it worsens.

Causes of Eczema

The exact cause of eczema remains unknown, but it's believed to result from a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Some people may have a genetic predisposition, where a family history of eczema or other allergic conditions (like asthma or hay fever) increases the likelihood of developing the condition.

Environmental factors, such as exposure to allergens, irritants, or changes in weather, can also trigger eczema.

Triggers to Avoid

Certain triggers can worsen eczema symptoms, including:

Harsh soaps and detergents: These can strip the skin of its natural oils, making it more prone to dryness and irritation.

Extreme temperatures: Both hot and cold weather can exacerbate symptoms.

Stress: Emotional stress can cause flare-ups in some people.

Dietary triggers: Some foods, like dairy or nuts, might aggravate eczema in certain individuals.

Recognising these triggers can help manage the condition and reduce flare-ups.

Treatment Options for Eczema

Treatment for eczema on dark skin typically includes:

Topical corticosteroids: These reduce inflammation and itching. However, it's crucial to use them as prescribed, as overuse can cause skin thinning.

Moisturisers: These help retain moisture in the skin, providing a barrier against irritants.

Antihistamines: For severe itching, antihistamines may be prescribed.

Phototherapy: Light therapy can be beneficial for some individuals with stubborn eczema.

Consulting with a healthcare professional will help determine the most suitable treatment plan.

The Importance of Moisturizing

Moisturising is one of the most vital aspects of managing eczema, especially on dark skin. Using a thick, fragrance-free cream or ointment immediately after bathing can lock in moisture and help restore the skin's natural barrier.

Regular application, even during periods without symptoms, can prevent flare-ups and keep the skin soft.

How to Prevent Eczema Flares on Dark Skin

Preventing eczema flare-ups involves a combination of lifestyle changes and skincare habits:

Use gentle, fragrance-free products: Avoid anything that could irritate the skin.

Stay hydrated: Drinking plenty of water helps maintain skin moisture.

Dress in breathable fabrics: Natural fibres like cotton reduce irritation.

Manage stress: Practicing relaxation techniques like meditation can help keep symptoms at bay.

Consistent preventive measures can significantly reduce the frequency and severity of eczema symptoms.

Eczema and Hyperpigmentation

Hyperpigmentation, or the darkening of the skin, can be a significant concern for those with eczema on dark skin. This occurs when eczema causes inflammation, and the body produces excess melanin (the pigment responsible for skin colour) in response.

While hyperpigmentation isn't harmful, it can affect self-esteem. Topical treatments containing ingredients like niacinamide or vitamin C can help fade dark patches over time.

Consulting a Dermatologist

If over-the-counter treatments and preventive measures are not effective, it may be time to consult a dermatologist. They can offer prescription treatments and specialised advice tailored to your skin type and severity of eczema.

Natural Remedies for Eczema

Natural remedies may provide some relief for mild eczema symptoms:

Aloe Vera: Known for its soothing properties, it can reduce itching and inflammation.

Coconut oil: Acts as a natural moisturiser, helping to retain skin moisture.

Oatmeal baths: Adding colloidal oatmeal to bathwater can soothe irritated skin.

Although natural remedies can help, they are often most effective when used alongside conventional treatments.

Living with Eczema on Dark Skin

Living with eczema can be challenging, but understanding your skin's unique needs and taking proactive steps can make a big difference. Developing a consistent skincare routine and being aware of triggers are crucial to managing symptoms and reducing their impact on daily life.

The Emotional Impact of Eczema

Eczema doesn't just affect the skin; it can also impact emotional well-being. The visible symptoms can lead to self-consciousness and anxiety, especially when flare-ups occur in prominent areas like the face or hands. It's important to seek support, whether from friends, family, or support groups, to manage the emotional side of eczema.

Eczema in Children with Dark Skin

Eczema is common in children, but when it appears on dark skin, it can be more challenging to detect. Parents should look for symptoms like persistent itching, dark patches, or rough skin. Early diagnosis and treatment can prevent long-term skin changes and provide relief for the child.

Conclusion

In summary, gaining a solid understanding of eczema on dark skin is crucial for effective management and treatment. This skin condition presents unique symptoms and triggers that can complicate both diagnosis and care. However, with the right knowledge, a proactive skincare routine, and a supportive approach, navigating the challenges of eczema can be achievable. Prioritising moisture, steering clear of known triggers, and seeking professional advice when needed are key steps towards healthier skin and an improved quality of life. Remember, you’re not alone on this journey. With the right support and resources, such as those found at Pharmaclinix, you can take charge of your skin health and feel confident in your own skin.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Can eczema cause permanent skin discolouration? A: Eczema can lead to hyperpigmentation, where dark patches form on the skin. While this discolouration is usually temporary, it can take several months to fade.

Q: How can I treat eczema naturally at home? A: Natural remedies like aloe vera, coconut oil, and oatmeal baths can help soothe the skin. However, it's best to use these in combination with prescribed treatments.

Q: Does eczema affect different skin tones differently? A: Yes, eczema can look different on various skin tones. On dark skin, it may appear as purple, grey, or brown patches rather than red.

Q: Are there specific products for eczema on dark skin? A: Look for products that are fragrance-free, designed for sensitive skin, and contain ingredients like ceramides, which help repair the skin's barrier.

Q: Can diet influence eczema? A: Certain foods may trigger eczema flare-ups in some people. Common culprits include dairy, gluten, and nuts. It's advisable to consult a dietitian if you suspect food triggers.

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Best Skin Doctor in Lucknow — The Velvet Skin Centre

Are you seeking a reliable, experienced and best skin doctor in Lucknow to transform your skin? Look no further than The Velvet Skin Centre in Indira Nagar. Our skincare clinic offers a comprehensive range of treatments and personalized care to help you achieve healthy, glowing skin.

Why Choose Us?

Expert Dermatologists: Our team of highly qualified dermatologist in Lucknow is dedicated to providing exceptional care and effective solutions for your skin concerns.

Advanced Treatments: We utilize the latest techniques and technologies to deliver cutting-edge treatments.

Personalized Care: Each patient receives a customized treatment plan based on their unique needs and goals.

Comfortable and Welcoming Atmosphere: Our clinic is designed to provide a relaxing and enjoyable experience.

Common Skin Conditions We Address

Acne and acne scars

Pigmentation disorders (dark spots, hyperpigmentation)

Wrinkles and fine lines

Rosacea (redness and visible blood vessels)

Eczema (dry, itchy skin)

Psoriasis (thick, scaly patches)

Vitiligo (loss of skin pigment)

Hair loss

Skin infections

Popular Treatments Offered

Chemical Peels: Exfoliate the skin, revealing a smoother, more youthful complexion.

Laser Therapy: Target specific skin concerns, such as acne scars, unwanted hair, and skin rejuvenation.

Botox and Fillers: Enhance facial features and reduce wrinkles.

Dermabrasion: Exfoliate the skin surface for a refreshed appearance.

Microdermabrasion: Gently exfoliate the skin to improve texture and tone.

Skin Revitalization: Restore skin health and radiance with customized treatments.

Our Commitment to Your Skin Health

At The Velvet Skin Centre, we believe that healthy, radiant skin is essential for overall well-being. Our team is passionate about helping you achieve your skin goals and regain your confidence. We strive to provide the highest quality care in a comfortable and welcoming environment.

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Common Skin Conditions: When to See a Dermatologist

Our body’s biggest organ is the skin which serves as a protective shield against many environmental insults. Unfortunately, though, it can easily be plagued by different ailments which may tamper with its health and appearance.

It is very important to be able to identify the most common skin ailments and know precisely when you should acquire assistance from a dermatologist such as Dr Sneh Thadani on how to handle them effectively. Here we examine some common types of skin disorders to give you tips on when you might want to see an expert in this area.

1. Acne

Acne is one of the most common skin conditions, affecting individuals of all ages, particularly teenagers. It manifests as pimples, blackheads, and cysts, typically on the face, back, and shoulders.When to See a Dermatologist

 If over-the-counter treatments fail to improve your acne within a few weeks.

 If you experience severe acne or cystic acne, which can lead to scarring.

 If you are unsure about the type of acne you have or if it is accompanied by unusual symptoms.

Dr. Sneh Thadani emphasizes that early intervention can prevent scarring and improve confidence, particularly in adolescents.

2. Eczema

Eczema, or atopic dermatitis, is a chronic inflammatory skin condition characterized by dry, itchy, and inflamed skin. It often appears in childhood but can persist into adulthood.When to See a Dermatologist

 If your eczema is severe or not responding to home treatments like moisturizers or over-the-counter hydrocortisone creams.

 If you notice signs of infection, such as increased redness, swelling, or pus.

 If the itching or discomfort interferes with daily activities or sleep.

Dermatologists can provide tailored treatment plans that may include prescription medications and lifestyle changes to manage symptoms effectively.

3. Psoriasis

Psoriasis is a chronic autoimmune condition that speeds up the life cycle of skin cells, leading to red, scaly patches. It can be itchy and painful, and it commonly affects areas like the elbows, knees, and scalp.When to See a Dermatologist

 If you suspect you have psoriasis or if your symptoms worsen over time.

 If over-the-counter treatments are ineffective.

 If you have a family history of psoriasis or experience joint pain, this could indicate psoriatic arthritis.

Dr. Sneh Thadani notes that early diagnosis and treatment can help manage symptoms and improve the quality of life for those affected.

4. Rosacea

Rosacea is a chronic skin condition characterized by facial redness, visible blood vessels, and sometimes acne-like bumps. It often affects middle-aged individuals and can be triggered by various factors, including sun exposure, stress, and certain foods.When to See a Dermatologist

 If you experience persistent redness on your face that does not go away.

 If you develop small, red, pus-filled bumps on your skin.

 If over-the-counter products cause irritation or do not provide relief.

A dermatologist can help identify triggers and recommend prescription medications or laser treatments to manage rosacea effectively.

5. Hyperpigmentation

Hyperpigmentation is a condition characterized by dark patches or spots on the skin, often caused by sun exposure, hormonal changes, or inflammation. Conditions like melasma and post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation fall under this category.When to See a Dermatologist

 If you notice sudden changes in your skin’s pigmentation or if it becomes a source of concern for you.

 If over-the-counter brightening creams and treatments do not yield results.

 If you want to explore options for treatment that may include prescription creams or procedures like chemical peels and laser therapy.

A dermatologist can offer effective solutions tailored to your specific type of hyperpigmentation.

6. Fungal Infections

Fungal infections, such as athlete's foot, ringworm, and yeast infections, can affect the skin, hair, and nails. These infections can be itchy, red, and sometimes painful.When to See a Dermatologist

 If you suspect you have a fungal infection and home treatments have not resolved the issue within a couple of weeks.

 If you experience recurrent infections, which may indicate an underlying condition.

 If the infection spreads or causes significant discomfort.

Dermatologists can provide targeted antifungal treatments and assess any underlying causes.

Conclusion

While many skin conditions are common and manageable, knowing when to consult a dermatologist like Dr. Sneh Thadani is crucial for optimal skin health. Early intervention can prevent complications and improve your skin’s appearance and comfort.

If you are struggling with any of these skin conditions or have concerns about your skin, don’t hesitate to seek professional help. Your skin will thank you!

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10 Common Skin Problems and How to Solve Them Naturally

Our skin is the largest organ in the body, and it often faces a variety of challenges that can leave it looking less than its best. From acne to dry patches, common skin problems can be both frustrating and difficult to manage. However, the good news is that many of these issues can be treated effectively using natural remedies. Here are ten common skin problems and how you can solve them naturally.

Acne: Tea tree oil is a powerful natural remedy for acne due to its antibacterial properties. Apply diluted tea tree oil to acne-prone areas to reduce inflammation and prevent breakouts.

Dry Skin: Honey is a natural humectant that can help lock in moisture. Apply raw honey as a face mask for 15 minutes to deeply hydrate dry skin.

Oily Skin: Use a clay mask made from bentonite or kaolin clay to absorb excess oil and reduce shine naturally.

Eczema: Oatmeal baths can soothe irritated skin and reduce the itchiness associated with eczema.

Rosacea: Green tea has anti-inflammatory properties that can help calm the redness and irritation caused by rosacea. Apply cooled green tea to the skin as a toner.

Dark Spots: Lemon juice is a natural bleaching agent that can lighten dark spots over time. Apply it sparingly and always follow with sunscreen.

Wrinkles: Aloe vera is rich in vitamins and antioxidants that can help reduce the appearance of fine lines. Apply fresh aloe vera gel to wrinkles daily.

Blackheads: A mixture of baking soda and water can be used as a gentle exfoliant to remove blackheads.

Sunburn: Aloe vera and cucumber slices can cool and heal sunburned skin naturally.

Under-Eye Circles: Place chilled cucumber slices or tea bags on your eyes to reduce puffiness and dark circles.

These natural solutions are gentle on your skin and can help restore your complexion to its healthiest state. Always remember to do a patch test before applying any remedy to your face.

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On a lighter note so my page isn't completely depressing today: self care beauty things I do!

♡ Sugar Waxing!!!! I love it more than regular waxing because you can go over spots as much as you need, it removes dead skin, it naturally makes the skin super smooth and soft, and it's 100% natural and biodegradable! You can literally make it in your kitchen if you wanted! Additionally I feel like it's more effective at reducing hair growth and giving you more time before needing to do it again. I literally waxed my peach fuzz with it a week and 2 days ago and it's still hair free, smooth af, and majorly boosts my self confidence. I have really dark peach fuzz so small or not it is noticeable af and one of my biggest insecurities.

♡ Eyebrow Shaping! I opt to use a razor for this, just a dollar general snag pack of em. Having groomed eyebrows also makes me feel more confident! No stray hairs, no questioning if they look too masculine, messy, etc. It looks clean and sculpted and pretty.

♡ Body Hair Removal! I am not someone that can afford laser hair removal so I sugar wax, shave, etc for everything. I personally hate body hair on myself so this helps me.

♡ Exfoliating! Huge, huge, HUGE part of my beauty care! Dead skin makes for razor burn, dry looking skin, itchiness, blotchy patches, etc. I use a sugar scrub and wash rag to exfoliate every other day since I don't want to overdo it. I exfoliate my face once a week since that's a more sensitive area. Washing daily and moisturizing daily is super important for the soft supple skin look too!

♡ Customized Routine! I found a 4 step face routine works best for me. Hot wash rag to prep, face wash for step 1, spray toner for step 2, serum for step 3 (mine has vitamin C in it), moisturizer for step 4! My body care is also personalized to what works for me! I use tree to tub sugar scrub since it works best for my skin, lavender alaffia moisturizer, and all natural body soap bars from a local vendor! Find what your skin loves!

♡ Hair Care! I switch out my shampoo between 2 brands every couple months since sometimes I have dyed hair sometimes I don't recently. My hair type does best only washing every other day so I shampoo every other day twice to really cleanse it, I condition it once per week, but I do leave in conditioner around 3x a week! Hair masks are also great for like once a month or so with my hair type!

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Lichen Simplex Chronicus: Its Causes, Symptoms, and Common Risk Factors

It is no secret that skin issues have always been a global problem. Lichen Simplex Chronicus is one such example that is prevalent worldwide.

What is Lichen Simplex Chronicus?

Lichen simplex chronicus is a skin condition that starts with repeated skin scratching and/or rubbing. It seems normal when it starts, and that is the reason most people neglect it. However, as time passes, its symptoms get worse and turn into chronic itching and scratching, which causes skin thickening. 

The truth is this scratch-itch cycle can be vicious and, if not treated, cause additional skin thickening. 

Causes

Lichen Simplex Chronicus, also common as neurodermatitis, can be triggered by something that irritates the skin. The following are the causes  that can lead to a skin rash and itching:

Insect bites

Dry skin 

Eczema (atopic dermatitis)

Psoriasis

Anxiety and stress.

Symptoms

After reviewing the causes, let’s look at the symptoms of LSC so that you are aware of the signs you need to be alert to.

Symptoms include:

Itchy skin 

Dark red spots on the skin

Raised, rough patches 

Discolored, wrinkled genital skin

Thick, leathery skin

Skin lesion

The areas most commonly affected sites include:

Wrists

Ankles

Genitals

Upper eyelids

Neck

Forearm 

Elbow crease

Genitals

Upper eyelids

The outer side of your calf

Who is at Risk?

Lichen simplex chronicus is not restricted to one nation, it can occur in people of any age, ethnicity, or sex. However, it is more common in women with a ratio of 2:1.

Additionally, it most commonly occurs in mid-late adulthood, with the highest frequency in people aged 30–50 years.

Common Risk Factors

Though this skin problem is curable, sometimes, people don’t give it timely attention, which results in worse skin conditions. 

That is why you must be aware of the few factors that can work wrong and become the major reason for the condition.

Factors that can increase the risk of Lichen Simplex Chronicus include:

Other skin conditions. The risk factor of the problem is always higher in people who have other skin conditions, such as atopic dermatitis or psoriasis. So be careful, and don’t neglect the condition.

Family history.  People with a family history of hay fever, eczema as a child, or asthma may be more likely to get LSC.

Anxiety disorders. Anxiety and emotional stress can be other factors that trigger neurodermatitis. The problem can result in Permanent changes in skin color and permanent scarring.

The skin problem is common in many people. If we talk about numbers, it has been estimated that this occurs in approximately 12% of the population. 

The number shows the problem needs attention and more study to be done so that it can be stopped before it becomes problematic.

So, for students who are interested in learning more details about the issue, its symptoms, solutions, preventative measures, and other hidden facts, it's best to enroll in our dermatology course.

About Dermatology Course 

Dr. Rashmi Sarkar and Dr. S. Sacchidanand, the chief editors of E-learning Dermatology MD, created this course. To create the best of all, they collaborated with 78 eminent faculties in India, which means the course includes the knowledge of different people who have their own experience in the subject.

The course includes online video lectures on dermatology, evidence-based studies, and clinical presentation/histopathological images within each topic. All these resources make it convenient for students to understand things in depth. 

So when are you planning to enroll in our MD in Dermatology course?