#nail biting as self harm

[poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter]

Bloody Hands

[bugflies00]

hands

[skunkes]

are the side gills on talon (and nyalon) a vampire thing too or whats the deal w those

talon has regenerative ability only at a slightly faster rate than a regular person, and when he hasn't fed it kinda dips into the negatives and wounds actually take a bit longer to heal... he often grabs at his sides out of nervousness/general torment and anguish and rumination, and when his claws are out he tears into himself, so he almost always has new cuts over healing ones (i jst get lazy to draw more faded ones, + drawing them more realistically/less uniform looks too messy for my tastes)

its adjacent to nail biting, skin picking etc (or jst general fidgeting) ^_^ it's also why he often has patches on the sides of his clothes (and why he took up mending to begin with, cant just be tossing away what little clothes you have when they can be fixed)

though i havent been drawing em as much on nyalon recently/this month! i shld go edit some of those scribbles ^_^

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1093

It's a small thing but: nail biting. 

Maybe A measures their recovery/good days by how much they bite their nails, and lately they had been doing well!

But as always, mounting pressure and stress cause them to fall into bad habits... and before long their nails are a mess of sore skin, shredded cuticles and raw, picked at skin. 

[noctilionoidea]

me, reading somthing relating to cannibalism: I wonder what I taste like

me: … oh

[wyndigos-blog]

I got distracted lol

[lee-sol]

things i may start including if i get the chance: if he’s in a really stressful situation he’ll pick at his fingers or his lips, oooooor he’ll bite his nails. it just depends on what kind of situation hes put in

[straydogsys]

I was about to fall asleep like a normal person and then I fucking realised that Fyodor canonically self harms and I'm back on my bullshit

[tallyhoot]

I should be less of a pussy

like maybe I should use something sharper then my nails for once

But yk I’m too lazy to clean up and I’m too lazy to hide that sorta thing from the ppl around me

so nails it is

[thestarsofpines]

i've been out of my adhd and mood stablizer meds for a week and i feel like i'm going to either cry or bite someone

[larjb3]

Possible TW: nail biting, cuticle biting

Okay but why do so few people talk about biting more than just the nails. Yeah, yeah, "I'm not supposed to even bite my nails". Whatever. I've been doing this since I was a kiddo. It's only gotten worse. Now I bite my cuticles too, when they're not perfect. Like, when the skin starts to bend backwards a lil bit, then I scratch at it until it comes off, which sometimes requires biting to take place.

This feels really important to talk about not just because it can look bad, but I'm also (pretty) certain that it makes me more prone to infections (based on a vague recollection of something I read online a long time ago so who knows if it's true but it'd make sense to me, logically). It can be a symptom of anxiety, which this may be due to, but (again, I'm only pretty sure) that it's now its own disorder in the DSM-5-TR (not that that book is the most reliable because...well it's the DSM).

[taviokapudding]

Everybody do whatever y’all do for good vibes and positive energy

On Tuesday I will find out if tiktok will pay me to make content & I will finally have a consistent income

I am terrified I will get rejected because I’m not advertiser friendly- not because of the content I make but because I genuinely don’t give a fuck about algorithms and trending

I’m literally just taking what I would post on here and putting in on there just because enough people have told me they like my voice & don’t mind the rambling and tangents

I need money so bad y’all YouTube has me in the demonetization trenches so I can’t post regularly yet on there unless I have some stability irl for once in my life and help my dad pay our bills. I don’t mind being my mom’s caretaker but I always feeling like a burden & failure because I cannot find work that allows me to care for a dementia parent that needs care 24/7 at the same time. I need the stability so bad omg

[ebbarights]

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[luvfy0dor]

“You Know That I'm Obsessed With Your Body ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, H.P. Lovecraft

Warnings; Suggestive, kisses, hickeys, bite marks, allusions to self harm (Dazai), sh scars (Dazai), prolly a little ooc

Description; BSD men and their physical attributes

A/n; CAS lyric title!!! But I cannot bring myself to write reqs RN so............but guys i actually talked to a guy OMG never thought I'd have big enough balls but I got his ig ^w^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

Chuuyas arms are beautiful to you, they're not insanely buff and they're not thin, but at a perfect equilibrium. They're decorated with intricate tattoos and beautiful colors, and sometimes small dotted lines left by your teeth or maroon spots formed by your love and passion for each other. You loved feeling them wrap around your torso or waist with him leaning his head against your back, letting all the thoughts in his mind flow from his mouth like a waterfall. Other times, he'd hang his arms over your shoulders, letting you feel his biceps against the nape of your neck, ghosting over the baby hairs on your skin. His arms can carry you too, no matter your weight. If it'd make you feel better, he'd use his ability to help and reassure you that he won't drop you or let you get hurt.

“There we go, darlin', see, I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Literally not even the strongest gust of wind could knock me over with you right now, so quit worrying.”

⑅Osamu Dazai⑅

Dazai has such a gorgeous torso, bandaged or not. His skin is soft on contrast to the rough and volatile life he's always lead. The only patches of skin that aren't smooth are the ones that are littered with past scars, whether self inflicted or from other people. When Dazai trusts you enough, he'll ask you to help him take off his bandages before bed, letting your fingers brush over the rigid bumps and sharply inhaling while adjusting to your sweet touch in a new, naked place. He lets you kiss the scars and it helps him feel a little relaxed receiving your acceptance through soft kisses and affection instead of being pitied or shamed for his past. It's not like you encourage it, but you don't waste your breath on lecturing him on why he shouldn't have. It's in the past, so instead you'll offer your support for him now rather than dwelling on what you can't change.

“Mmnn...your lips are so soft on my back, baby...keep going, sweetheart, you know how much I love feeling your kisses on my skin...”

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

Nikolais thighs could resurrect a dead man, and you couldn't help but feel the same way every time you had your head between or against them. Occasionally your hands would hold them apart and squeeze or grope at them, feeling the firmness beneath the palm of your hand. The pressure from your fingertips leaves temporary pale spots with every pinch and your teeth and tongue leave red ones in your wake as you kiss, suck, and bite all over his thigh, and he loves it. Nikolai loves the harsh feeling of your teeth clamping around his skin, making him gasp and giggle in excitement with a hand on your neck encouraging you to continue. He's got a higher pain tolerance, so if you like to give lovebites, especially on thighs, he's your guy.

“Ah-! Oh, don't worry dove, it doesn't hurt. You know I have a good pain tolerance! You can keep going, hehe, I don't mind it.”

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

Fyodors hands are thin and pale aside from some select spots with higher blood concentration. His nails are bitten down to the quick almost always and his fingers are bony and thin. They rest gently on your hips when you sit on his lap while he types or just relaxes with you, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of either your top or bottoms. Sometimes they'll travel upwards, resting against your midsection and making you shiver from their low temperature. He'd laugh under his breath at your reaction and slide them further up, loving the idea that he has you squirming in his grasp. Otherwise, he'd keep a hand on your thigh, rubbing it out of habit modestly. In public he keeps his hands to himself, but in private his hands have a mind of their own.

“Are they that cold, Moya Lyubov? You'll get used to it eventually, unless you'd like to find your own way to warm my hands up?”

⑅Sigma⑅

Sigmas jawline is so defined and Everytime you look at it, an overwhelming urge to kiss along it bubbles up inside of you. Sigma doesn't dislike it, but he'll act like he does, always squirming and playfully grimacing. Eventually he'll give in though, holding your hand while you pepper soft pecks along his skin. He'll return them all over your cheeks and nose, tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can't help but watch Sigmas fingers trace over his jawline while he's deep in thought about this that and the other, admiring how perfect it looks on him.

“H-hey, knock it off, I'm in the middle of fillin' out papers! I said quit it- huff...fine, just a few though! You're really distracting, you know that?”

Bonus; ⑅ H.P. Lovecraft⑅

His hair is so long and luscious- how could you not want to run your fingers through it while your sleepy boyfriend lays his head in your lap? The upper half is smooth and straight while it changes into silky curls towards the bottom, though they're not the tightest and allow for your fingers to brush through them with minimal effort. He loves the feeling of your hands against his scalp, giving soft hums and groans of a relaxed pleasure. His face has his usual neutrality regardless of how nice it feels to get his head massaged by his lover. He frequently lets you pull it into a ponytail or put it into braids or whatever style you please. He lets you brush it, too, as long as you start at the bottom instead of ripping the brush through his hair.

“Mnn...that feels nice, dear...don't mind if I fall asleep on top of you, I can't help it.”

A/n; I feel so bad for not getting to requests, something like this was the easiest thing to do this week though because I had mock trial comp right after school so i couldn't write anything from 8am-7;30 pm some nights and it was the end of the quarter so i had to focus more on school work.

[redr0sewrites]

i love you most - Jason Todd x reader

🥀A/n: based on this, basically this is jason comforting u when ur having an anxiety attack

🥀Word Count: 1k

🥀Cw: anxiety, slight disassociation, angst to fluff, incredibly self indulgent

acknowledging that it was a chemical imbalance was one thing, but using it as an excuse was another. you knew you should have taken your medication, you knew you shouldn't have stayed up so late, and you knew that pushing yourself too far would make you anxious, and yet you did it anyway. blame and guilt wriggles its way deep into your chest, lodging itself like a stone in your stomach and refusing to let go of its chokehold on you.

a small part of your mind, that sounds suspiciously like your lovers voice, whispers that it's not your fault. that your valid and loved. but the louder, raging, violent anxiety drowns out that tiny voice, like a tumultuous storm engulfing a small boat.

the only sound within the darkness of yours and Jason's shared bedroom is your own ragged, heavy breathing. you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, struggling to muffle your noises. it was bad enough that you had let yourself get anxious again, for no real reason at all, but it would be even worse if you woke up Jason. it was so rare that he got to sleep so comfortably besides you, and it wasn't fair to him.

it wasn't fair at all.

and yet, that didn't stop you from selfishly wanting him. attempting to self soothe, you start rocking in place, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes and the lump in your throat. you were barely aware of your nails digging into your scalp, fisting themselves into your hair as your breathing refuses to level out. tears of frustration slide down your cheeks, you hate this, you hate feeling this way. the anger only makes you cry harder, but at this point you can't even bring yourself to care.

your barely aware of rustling besides you, too engulfed in your own self depricating thoughts to notice Jason stirring.

"baby? you okay?" he murmurs, voice husky from sleep.

no. no no no no no. you weren't supposed to wake him, it was selfish, it was wrong, he was asleep and never got to rest and it wasn't fair-

"hey. hey, it's okay, its okay- fuck-" Jason sits up, immediately moving to place a comforting hand on your shoulder before stopping himself.

"can i touch you?" he whispers, and you nod fervently, collapsing against his chest with a soft sob as he wraps his arms around you. one hand rubs up and down your back while the other cups your face. your nails dig into his sides, pulling him impossibly close, but he doesn't even flinch.

"shh, shh, 's okay, i got you doll, i've got you. its okay." his words help soothe the raging storm in your head, but it isn't enough. guilt is still bubbling inside you, and you cry harder, sobs wrenching from deep within your chest.

"m sorry, 'm so sorry- hic- i can't-"

"shh, i know, it's okay. you don't have to be sorry, it's okay." his voice is calm and steady, like an anchor that weighs you down and keeps you steady. he continues rubbing your back, holding you as you rock back and forth, struggling to breathe. instead of digging into your own skin, Jason subtly makes sure your hands stay firm on his sides or back, where you couldn't do yourself any harm. its not long before you begin to level out, and Jason, as attuned as ever, notices as well.

"i need you to breathe for me, is that okay?" you nod, and he grabs one of your hands, and places it on his chest. "just breathe at the same time as me. it's going to be okay, i promise." you nod numbly, listening to his instructions without a second thought. you shake and threaten to burst into tears as your breathing refuses to regulate, but you swallow hard, refusing to succumb to the anxiety once again.

you hiccup a little as you begin to get more grounded. you've exhausted yourself, and you slump against Jason out of pure and utter fatigue. your breathing matches him almost perfectly, and you can hear his heart beat rhythmically in your ear.

"i'm so sorry for waking you," you whisper, voice cracking slightly as you speak. "i tried to stop it, i really did, im sorry-" Jason cuts you off by wrapping his arms even tighter around you, nestling you into the crook of his neck and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"don't apologize. i want you to wake me up, i promise. i would much rather have you wake me up so i can help you than leave you to suffer in silence..." he trails off, and you sigh.

"m sorry."

"s'ok. i get it. you should go to sleep," he accentuates his words with another kiss on the crown of your head, squeezing you impossibly tighter. "you look exhausted."

Jason lays down on his chest, pulling you with him so that your laying on top of him. you're quick to snuggle in close as sleep sounds very nice at the moment, and with your anxiety mostly gone, exhaustion had appeared in its wake. Jason rubs your back absentmindedly as you begin to drift. your eyes are burning from all the crying, and you soon find yourself much less than conscious.

just as sleep begins to claim you, Jason speaks in a low rumble.

"i love you, doll. i hope you know that."

mustering up all of the strength you have left, you giggle softly. "i love you more," you whisper, inhaling his comforting scent.

"not possible. i love you most."

un proof read and un checked because um. yea. based on a real life scenario except there was no Jason and i made up with this mini fic idea in my head instead of actually coping lmao. i tried to keep the cause of the anxiety very ambiguous to appeal to readers, but overall this was definitely very self indulgent and based on my own personal experiences w anxiety. anyways!!!! hope u enjoyed, MY 2K EVENT REQS ARE DEFINITELY STILM OPEN I NEED MOREEE HEHE

[stormyelliotwritez]

i love your autistic s/o x wade&logan hcs so much >^< i was wondering if you could write how they would act with an autistic s/o (preferably male) who is chronic nail biter and skin picker (i do this and my nails and skin are always a huge insecurity of mine)

i do that as well and yes i would love to write it

DATING THEM AS M!READER WHO BITES THEIR NAILS AND PICKS THEIR SKIN

wade doesn’t realize its bad for you at first because he does it sometimes when his skin hurts

logan ends up explaining to him that its an impulsive thing that comes along with your autism (he did so much research)

wade starts switching his hand with yours so you’ll pick at his hand because he doesn’t feel much

logan gives you ice cubes sometimes when he’s eating them (i read somewhere its good with not self harming and this is kinda in the same vein)

they both know first aid so they’ll patch you up if you start bleeding

wade calls you a good boy when you get through a few hours without biting your nails or picking at your skin

logan tells you repeatedly that they don’t think of you any less for having these impulsive urges and you’re still their baby boy (baby boy just comes with dating them coz they’re old)

wade paints your nails and then paints his and logans so you don’t feel like its just so you don’t bite them

logan grabs ahold of your hands when he sees you picking at a scab or pimple

crazy of me to say but logan and his oral fixation means sometimes when he sees you biting your nails, he’ll just stick your fingers in his mouth so you can’t bite them

wade will just slap your hands away from your skin if you’ve been doing it a lot and he doesn’t have access to a first aid kit or anything else for you

they hand you fidgets to distract you a lot

if youre doing it coz you’re stressed, Logan will bear hug you with your hands against your chest so you’re grounded and not scratching