#cw skin picking

[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)

[arunningjoke]

some emojis i made !!!! mostly inspired by mamimikey and custom-emojis !!

first two are lip skin-picking emotes , one w/ blood and one w/o blood , and the third is a silly sticking out tongue emote !!

[ittybittybumblebee]

shedding skin

[gobstoppr]

the most important part of anthro characters is that they can stim and pick at shit in ways we can barely dream of.

fish anthros especially man. can you fucking imagine . all those scales to pick at . gills you can get your hands a little too close to. dorsal fin, something close to hair visually but in practice has nerves all throughout,, delicate but still hard and plenty of spots to pick at ,,

[deftinesia]

Hi, I loved the last chapter of Risk. I might be looking into it, but the scene where she cuts lemons and ghost notices plasters on her fingers that hadnt been there before, had she done that to herself? If so, how would ghost react to that?

hiii -`♡´- you’re right luv ! CW NAIL PICKING reader has plasters from picking at her nails until they were bloody and raw. we’ll soon see ghost’s reaction when it finally hits him that she wasn’t pretending to pick at her nails in the jet (and after)—that she wasn’t simply bored and too exhausted to maintain the “facade” he convinced himself she had. that she was as triggered as he was, and very overwhelmed by what she went through. he’ll probably end up feeling like a knob : (

[maxcatz]

vent ish ??? it’s a vent in the format of a rant - i encourage people relating to this btw please i feel like such a freak sometimes

i HATE HATE HATE PICKING AT MY SKIN SO MUCH. i hate it how im always asking my teachers and going to the nurse just for bandaids because i keep bleeding. i hate how ive gotten used to the feeling of my nails in my throat. it hurts but i can’t stop doing it because I CANT STOP BITING. everytime SOMETHING appears on my face it needs to get OFF i need it to POP and it HURTS AND WITH MY BLACKHEADS I USE THE TWEEZERS GOD I HAYE USIJG THOSE TWEEZERS BUT I CANT STOP USIJG THEK AJD I PULL OUT MY SKIN AND THEJ IT BLEEDS AND I HAVE TO PUT A BIG ASS BANDAID ON MY FACE AND I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT AND I CANT STOP I CANT STOP ITS BEEN LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG FIDGETS DONT HELP GETTING MY NAILS DONE ONLY SORT OF HELPS BUT I RIP THOSE OFF TOO. IM ALWAYS INSPECTING MY SKIN FOR INGROWN HAIRS BECAUSE IT HURTS SO GOOD TO PULL THEM OUT WITH THOSE GOD FUCKING DAMMIT TWEEZERS. i hate it i hate it i hate remembering when my finger bled at my cousins house and they went “why do you pick at your skin? why can’t you stop?” LIKE I FUCKING KNOW AND I HATE REMEMBERING HOW I USED TO PULL MY HAIR OIT AND HOW IM SO SCARED TO FALL BACK INTO MY BAD HABITS AND IM JUST GOD IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS I WENT TO CHECK MY SPOTIFY TO SKIP A SONG. AND I IMMEDIATELY LOOKED AT MY ANKLE AND FELT IT TO SEE IF I SHOULD GO TO THR BATHROOM AND PULL OUT THE TWEEZERS. WHY DO I DO THIS WHY WHY WHY ITS NOT EVEN ANXIETY ITS JUST FUCKIJG EXISTING NAIL POLISH DOESNT WORK NOTHING WORKS NOTHING WORKS

[ocdculture-is]

Tw for skin picking.

OCD [dermatillomania] culture is

My skin has a bump. I need to pick apart that bump so it's smooth again.

A few hours later, and damn it, now there's a scab. I need to pull the scab off so my skin is smooth again.

A few days later of picking at the scab that keeps coming back because I'm tearing it off, and now there's a slightly raised scar. Now it'll never be smooth -_-

OCD Culture is

[hussyknee]

I'm so fucking mad.

Yesterday I took 50mg of Atomoxetine (Strattera) out of sheer frustration instead of my prescribed 30mg which was doing nothing.

And then...I was like "get up" and I would get up. "Go find the electricity bill" and went and found the electricity bill. "Sort through all the mail and organise it" and just. Fucking. Did it. No getting stuck for half an hour and spiralling in anxiety because my executive commands weren't going through.

I went to the hospital and begged those fuckers to increase my dosage and spent half an hour trying to convince them that this is clearly my ADHD symptoms being exacerbated by anxiety that's fucking me up. They refused, said "Oh, but anyone would find it difficult to function in your situation", and increased my Venlafaxine (Effexor) instead, although that fuckin plateaus any further than the dosage I already take. My primary doc knows this, but I have better luck catching Bigfoot than her at NHSL anymore so I keep having to tussle with the junior dipshits.

Granted I seem to have overshot a bit, because I spent a while vibrating into the fifth dimension. Felt like I'd had six cups of coffee and needed to do three things at once. Perhaps I should have attempted 40mg first. But 50mg very much did catapult me out of this neverending rut.

WEEKS OF BEING TRAPPED BY THE STATIC IN MY BRAIN LIKE A ROOMBA ON A RUG. I couldn't get out of bed, eat on time, shower, make my bed, do my laundry, go to bed. The simplest fucking tasks like pushing a boulder uphill with a stick. Sitting on the bed doomscrolling and tearing the soles of my feet into strips so bloody that it hurt to walk. I don't pick at my feet anymore! Didn't even realize I hadn't until the end of yesterday. This is the first time I've stopped in months. I stock up on band-aids and keep them next to my bed because I usually bleed in about three places within a day. And I pick the scabs off the still-healing wounds. All stopped by 20mg more of Strattera!!!

In other medication fuckery, I stopped the anti-inflammatory meds I was taking for my back because 1) the total cost of my meds was getting insane and 2) I haven't been in pain the last two months. I looked up whether there were side effects for long-term use of NSAIDs and found that using any of them with Venlafaxine increases the chance of gastrointestinal bleeding?? The way I've been having all this time?? Was my rheumatologist ever gonna tell me?? I'm just so used to flares, so fogged in my head and so relatively pain-free that I didn't especially note it. Turns out– the only reason I haven't been in pain is because I was taking the fucking anti-inflammatories. Imagine that! So I can either take Venlafaxine (which I cherish like a child regardless of the wrath-of-God withdrawal any time I miss a single dose) or I can take NSAIDs??

*googles anti-inflammatory meds other than NSAIDs*

Internet: "eat pineapple idk. have you tried tumeric?"

I hate my life.

[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.”

[crypticferalfox]

Transmasc kinda personal little rant

Trimmed my fuckin "beard" with scissors tonight cuz waxing gives me acne and shaving makes stubble that i pick at (it feels too much like scabs/acne that short and i have a problem with picking at those), but it was getting long af so i didnt wanna leave it

Im not on t, i just happen to have fucky hormones, probably from pcos, so, yay! i have more testosterone for free,

But also, said testosterone couldnt have deepened my voice instead? Smaller tits maybe? Anything but the fuckin wispiest shittiest facial hair known to man???

Too little to be proper facial hair

Too much to just pluck with tweazers

Stupid face. Stupid little wispy ass hairs. And like, theres 30-40 of them, so like, definitely not enough to be facial hair but RIDICULOUSLY HARD TO TRY AND PLUCK THEM ALL WITH TWEEZERS

[luzzyluz]

had this idea ever since Kanye came out as a nazi

[trichy-jadie]

Reblog this if you want to show trichotillomania awareness!

[serial-serializednovelreader]

27. Their guilty pleasure - Seward

19. Vices/bad habits - Mina

3. Obscure headcanon - Arthur

Yay! Love these questions 🥰 very lightly implied spoilers under the cut. Spoiler-free ask with Jonathan character prompts here.

19. Vices/bad habits - Mina

I think she picks at the skin around her fingers whenever she gets nervous. That probably doesn’t sound too bad, but as someone who does this on a regular basis, without going into detail…it’s not a good habit. Your fingers will not look nice after a while of doing this. I imagine she’s tried to break this habit numerous times through various methods, but nothing has stuck. She was worried how Jonathan would see her fingers when he proposed (she attempted to stop picking when she had a feeling this was going to happen soon), but all he did was kiss her fingers and tell her the ring looked perfect on her delicate fingers (<33333). I would think up some way for her to break this, but as I have tried and failed to break the habit myself…uh…good luck, Mina! I will say in a modern AU, she comes close by using fidget toys to play with rather than defaulting to picking the skin.

Another “bad habit”, though it’s more of an instinct I think, is to always clear her plate and hoard food whenever possible. As an orphan, I’m sure she knew food scarcity as a child, and I imagine this is something she still finds herself doing, even though she has a more secure environment. This will fade with time and further security.

27. Their guilty pleasure - Seward:

I feel like because he likes recording himself on a phonograph, he would be a big fan of music. Therefore, he *loves* attending concerts, the opera, and, yes, theatre whenever possible!! He hasn’t had time lately because of his emotions, but hopefully he’ll get some time to attend soon (I say, fully knowing what comes next). I also think this is something he likes to do on his own, but perhaps he’ll be able to share his love of the arts one day with the people in his life! Or, he’ll keep it a solo guilty pleasure. You never know with Seward.

3. Obscure headcanon - Arthur

I hope you’re not mad about this, anon, but I honestly haven’t heard very many headcanons about Arthur (which is my own fault, I know, I need to branch out and read more Dracula fanfics — especially those with Arthur as the titular character). So, I came up with a headcanon based off of something I don’t think we talk about enough with Arthur’s character (although, since Arthur is such an underrated character, would that make all of his headcanons obscure? Things to consider).

So we know that Arthur went on adventures around the world with the other members of the Suitor Squad, right? Well, I think during — or even before — those adventures, he also unlocked a passion for all things ✨ cartography ✨ (for the uninitiated, this is the art of creating maps)! This man loves maps. I honestly think he and Mina (when they meet up) would totally bond over something like this! He could make her railroad maps!!! The potential!!!! I don’t think we talk enough about Mina and Arthur’s friendship (myself included) so, to me, this is a good launching point. :D

Ask game here

[fyodior]

who up participating in they favorite BFRB (Body Focused Repetitive Behavior)

[performing-personhood]

The fury i feel at stopped when i'm busy mindlessly picking is so funny actually because I immediately become the lady from that text post

My husband, gently laying a hand on my thigh as a Stop Now signal: you should eat more of that food you made yourself ❤️

Me, grumpily to myself: I'm literally not hurting anybody >:(

Me, tiredly to myself: ma'am we count as an Anybody

Still me, indignantly: WELL THAT'S RIDICULOUS >:( >:(

[cartoonscientist]

I am going to be thirty on the twenty-second of November and it really does feel like I’m magically starting to get my shit together, my skin is even clearer and I’ve made zero effort to stop picking, it just happened