#cw dermatillomania

[tender-traps]

i want whumpees with bfrbs (body-focused repetitive behaviors) as stress responses

(dermatillomania: compulsive skin picking

trichotillomania: compulsive hair plucking

onychophagia: compulsive nail biting)

owner whumper being horrified at how their pet with a bfrb is damaging their appearance

whumper commenting on how bad the scabs/bald spots/nails are to taunt whumpee

prisoner whumpee having their hands tied behind them specifically so they can't have the stress release of picking/pulling/biting

stoic whumpee’s teammates noticing them being careful to keep their arms covered/their hair thinning out in one spot/their ripped-off nails on their scabby fingers

captive whumpee having only one way to try to reclaim the body that doesn’t belong to them anymore, and getting punished for it

please add more ideas if you have them i love to see bfrb rep

(really sorry if this triggered yours btw i tried my best to tag appropriately)

[gabessquishytum]

Retired Dream struggles with how he looks. He used to be known as the shaper of forms. Dream would change his shape; change his species as easy as most beings blink. And now he is stuck. In this one form. This one gender. This one species. In the form he wore when he was murdered.

Oh I am sad and soft tonight, let's be sad and soft together.

Hob quickly notices the signs that Dream is struggling to adapt to the fact that he's just... a guy, now. He can see Dream agonising over his reflection in the mirror. Draping his body in so many layers he's at a risk of heat stroke. Sometimes Dream scrapes at his skin and Hob has to grab his hands to stop him hurting himself. Dream doesn't even seem to know that he's doing it.

Hob can offer only a few comforts. He makes sure that Dream has access to clothes that are traditionally masculine, feminine, and some that are neutral. He introduces Dream to ways that he can express a particular gender by tucking or using padding on his body. He buys Dream a whole crate of makeup, and this is really a hit - Dream watches hours of tutorials and becomes quite an expert at contouring, as well as making himself look pretty.

Hob also provides fidget toys. For the days when Dream just wants to pick himself to pieces.

It isn't easy, but there are ways of coping and ways for Dream to express himself. Art, textiles, singing, screaming, being loved by Hob and loving him fiercely in return. He's not Lord Shaper any more. But he is Dream. And that, as it turns out, is more than enough.

[cicada-candy]

Best Gurl Ever I Support All Womens Wrongs 😌

[pt: best gurl ever i support All Womens Wrongs 😌]

My half of an art trade with @mousehusband of her OC Eule!!

[sphylor]

Mountain ghoul with strawberry arms (keratosis pilaris). also, Mountain ghoul who has a bad habit of skin picking (trust me this is such a bad combo jfhdhf). he does try to keep himself busy and calm and he has it under control but whenever he gets stressed he instantly starts searching his arms for things to pick for stress relief. all of the other ghouls always make sure to be on the lookout for if this and always distract him whenever they see his hands make their way up his arms. whether thats Swiss taking Mountain's hands and pulling him in to dance with him, or Cirrus asking to hear about any cool birds he's seen in the forest lately, or even Rain the princess that he is asking Mountain to fetch him a glass of water or carry him somewhere. Mountain appreciates it all even if he doesnt always realise that he's being distracted from picking at the bumps on his arms fhdbfbdb. at the end of the day if he or Dew find any spots on his arm that he has accidentally scratched and they've bled, Dew takes so much care cleaning them and applying antiseptic cream and a plaster if needed even if the marks are only a millimetre big. Dew kisses each and every one of them as well of course and it makes Mountain blush so hard dhfhhshfh

[that-purple-creature]

Guise the holes in my face are HEALING we are so back

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day four !!!!

prompt: wound tending/first aid

relationship: aurora/rain

word count: 700

cws: dry skin, dermatillomania, skin picking, wounds, blood. no graphic detail for any of the above though

notes: this is purely self indulgent so please be nice. also i am not recommending the wound care procedures displayed in this fic and i cannot vouch for their safety, proceed with caution and do not try at home :))

below the cut or on ao3 :))

Aurora jostles Rain awake, “Rainy you gotta get up, started my period and it’s got on the sheets.” She sounds an equal part panicked and fed up.

“Hmm, whatcha doing?”

“There’s blood all over the sheets, Rain, we gotta clean up. Can you strip the sheets while I clean myself up?”

He opens his eyes, a thick film of sleep blurring his vision. Blinking, his eyes focus on first the sheets and then his own arms. “Shit, sorry Rory, that’s me. You’re fine, no period, promise.”

Rain’s skin is naturally dry and flaky. As a water ghoul out of water he struggles with keeping moisturised. Combining that with dermatillomania makes for a vicious cycle of dry skin, picking, and sometimes, if his mind and body let him, healing. He glares at his inner elbows, shit, he must have scratched them in his sleep again.

“Really sorry Aurora, thought I could get away with it, but,” he hiccups, struggling to find his words or his breath.

“It’s alright Rainshower, I was going to change the sheets anyway, no matter the reason.” Puppy dog eyes reach her own pupils, please don’t leave, they say. “Or I could help you out first, yeah? How does that sound?” Rain nods silently.

Guiding Rain to the ensuite, Aurora has one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back and another texting for Mountain to bring the water ghoul’s special first aid kit. She sits him down on the closed toilet lid while she wets a cloth in warm water.

“Okay, this is going to hurt like a bitch but you’re gonna be brave about it,” Aurora commands. She doesn’t ever come across as mean or indifferent but it’s her own unique form of encouragement. Rain winces before hissing and thrashing as the ghoul in front of him gently wipes away the dried blood and cleans the wounds.

“Don’t know why I keep doing it,” he laments. Why does he continue to scratch and pick and peel away when he knows it’ll have to be cleaned up and he knows the pain will be unbearable every time?

“Because it’s a compulsion, sweetheart, you can’t help it.” She continues to wipe him, making sure the remnants of the night are minimal. A knock comes at the door accompanied by a hand blindly reaching in with a battered old plastic bag in it.

“Gotcha things Rainy, take care,” the disembodied hand says before placing it on the counter and leaving. The medical kit contains a big tub of moisturiser, plenty of dressings, scissors to cut to size, enough medical tape to repair ancient mummies, and tubular bandages to keep it all in place. In true Rain fashion, it’s all been chucked in the tatty bag haphazardly. The scissors are sticking out through a hole and the bandage has come off its roll, swimming freely among the other items. Aurora just laughs.

“Of course this is your kit,” she chuckles. “Go on then, what do you need?”

“Impregnate the dressing then attach it with the tape, if you could please?”

The look on her face is priceless, eyes wide and brows high, a smile of disbelief, “Um, not sure I have the uhh equipment for that Rainy,” she giggles.

He shoots her back a dead stare but behind it, she knows he appreciates the humour. Squirting a big dollop of ointment onto the dressing she secures it to his arm. She pats it to spread the cream and signals to Rain to get up.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of changing the sheets, mister,” she says.

But upon exiting the bathroom they find a fresh set of sheets adorned with drawings of birds and flora, looking at each other they both shout out, “Thanks Mount!”

They cuddle up into bed, Rain once again spooning Aurora, “Thanks, songbird,” he says, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Thought you were gonna freak out about it but you just, took care of me. Was really nice.”

“Of course I took care of you Rainy, I hate seeing you in pain and, besides, it’s only a little blood, I’ve seen Dew produce a more impressive piece of art with a paper cut!”

Rain sighs contentedly, “Lie in?” He proposes.

“I’d rather nothing else.”

[starbuddy003]

The irony of having dermatillomania yet absolutely hating watching pimple popping videos

[kits-ships]

winter. my worst enemy as a skin picker

[hardly-an-escape]

ugh I can tell that my stress and anxiety levels have been real high lately because I am picking scabs like nobody's business :(

[griftermp3]

i absolutely understand why we shouldn’t pick at zits/acne and like yeah don’t make open wounds on ur face but have dermatologists considered: it’s WEIRD that there’s something in there and i need it OUT of there,

[cloverpicking]

-tillomania

[bobateastay]

resources masterpost

here's a list of links that i've compiled with resources to help with mental health issues, bfrbs and stress! this list is updated every now and then to add new helpful sites i find so feel free to bookmark.

➸ international helplines

➸ dealing with suicidal thoughts

➸ strategies to stop skin-picking (dermatillomania)

➸ grounding techniques (for anxiety, dissociation or distressing thoughts)

➸ ways to cope with eating disorders (includes advice from people who are recovering/have recovered)

➸ substitute activities for BFRBs (dermatillomania, trichotillomania, etc.)

➸ 50 ways to stop hair-pulling (trichotillomania)

➸ masterlist of links with help for BFRBs (dermatillomania, trichotillomania, etc.)

➸ 25 quick ways to reduce stress

➸ ways to reduce stress in 5, 10 + 30 minutes

➸ tips for coping with SAD (aka. seasonal depression/winter blues)

➸ talking/rambling audios designed to help with falling asleep

[irritablepoe]

Picking at your skin without making it bleed challenge💀

[thimbell]

I am working so hard rn on comic, but my focused face looks a little intense.

[leoputer]

i must not peel the skin off my lips. peeling the skin off my lips is the mindkiller.

[onemillionwordsofcrap]

(yo skip this post if you have issues with skin picking etc. that might get triggered)

I have a dime-sized super deep scab/effin crater on my leg from a biopsy (no worries doc says we're just being safe about a mole but that it's not setting off any alarm bells for her) and I've been wanting to mess with it for days but I am being SO EXTREMELY GOOD. Not messing with it at all no sir hnnngggggggg.