#and when my eczema has been flaring up

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I’m alive, here are some WIPs.

[dredshirtroberts]

i have acquired a mystical and powerful ointment (hydrocortisone cream) from the village herbalist (rite aid) to assist with the curse set upon my bloodline from many generations ago (eczema)

[robitherat]

Love love looove getting new eczema patches in the WORST spots like I've had one on my fucking eyelid (FOR WHAT) for like my whole life but while I was showering today I noticed just. A streak of a patch on my foot. Like what the fuck is that about pal

[russellsppttemplates]

could you do a little something about Lando's reader having chronic skin issues and him being supportive of her? I have psoriasis and eczma and i've been feeling a bit meh because of them (always happens when the weather gets warmer but still meh)

Note: I have psoriasis too so I wrote it based on my experience and one of my cousins has eczema so I based it on what I know from her! I can absolutely relate, last week my regular shampoo wasn't doing the trick and it put a dent on my already low self esteem 🫠

"Have you put your creams on, baby?", Lando asked as he heard you come out of the ensuite bathroom.

"No", you mumbled as you walked around the room to put your dirty clothes on the laundry bag you carried in your luggage so you had it sorted out for when you flew back home.

"You know you'll regret, Y/N - c'mon, I'll help you!", he promptly smiled, getting up from the bed and getting the tubs from the bathroom before he sat on the bed, "turn around, beautiful girl", he whispered before he lifted your top, kissing your lower back and then proceeding to rub the thick product on the areas you needed it most.

You rubbed it on your elbows and the skin around them, not wasting the remnants and massaging it on your hands and cuticles.

"Don't move too much okay? I know it tickles but I'd prefer it if I didn't have to walk into the paddock tomorrow with a black eye", Lando giggled before he worked the product on the back of your knees, careful of the tender skin.

Tidying the products away, Lando pulled you to lay on the bed with him once you had your pyjamas on, "I love you, thank you for doing this for me", you kissed his lips.

"I don't do this for you - I do this with you", he deposited a kiss your forehead, "I noticed you weren't feeling too good and you kept trying to hide the marks, but they're part of you, and all of you is beautiful and I worship all of you as well", he smiled, tracing your face softly with his fingers.

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"Don't scratch your scalp, lovie", Lando gently took your hand away from where you had been scratching the itchy skin and taking it into his lap as he drove.

"But it's the best relief", you groaned, "I just hope they have it because at this point I don't think anything else will solve it", you pouted.

Even though you followed your routine and had made the dietary changes to reduce the flaking, it wasn't a permanent fix and every now and again, your psoriasis would flare up.

"We're almost there, gorgeous, let me just park here", Lando mumbled as he did so, getting out of the car so he could walk to the pharmacy with you.

"You don't need to come with me, it will be quick", you offered as Lando took your hand in his.

"I don't mind going with you", he kissed your temple before letting you step into the pharmacy.

The gentleman at the counter was quick to get you two bottles of the shampoo you needed, making you pay for it and wish him a good day before you left.

"Have you got your dog shampoo?", Lando snickered. As much as he hated the idea of you comparing yourself to the dog the first time he heard you call it that, he was now much more comfortable joking about it once you told him it was the smell of the product that made you sat it like that.

"Yes, the good are secured so can we please hurry home so I can finally wash my scalp?", you cuddled his side as you walked back to the car.

"Only if you let me in the shower with you", he winked as you reached the car.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for how I reacted after I discovered my ex has herpes?

So I initially was quite sure that I was not the asshole in this situation, but my friend group, who are usually pretty level-headed, seem to be split about it. Thought I'd get some impartial opinions, because if I'm in the wrong, I want to try to make it better.

I (mid 20s, F) recently ran into my ex (mid 20s, F). Over the course of the conversation, she mentioned that she had a flare-up of cold sores. For those who don't know, cold sores are a symptom of HSV-1, or herpes. I asked if she was okay and how long she's been having them. Turns out she was diagnosed with herpes 10 years ago, and she knew she had it but didn't share that with me. Which means I was exposed during the 8 months we were together.

I asked her if she'd had any flare-ups while we were together. She said yes but that she'd taken precautions so it was fine. The thing is, I'm immunocompromised and also have eczema, which means that if I get herpes, it might be quite dangerous for me (encephalitis and eczema herpeticum, for instance).

I shared this with her and asked her if she could remember the specific dates of flare-ups when we were together and if she knew where I could get blood work done (I moved abroad a year ago and don't really know how that works here). She knew about my health conditions before we started dating.

She became upset and said that I was distressing her and accusing her of not caring about my health and trying to pass it to me on purpose.

I tried to say that I was sorry if it came across that way, and that I was just trying to get as much information as possible because of my immune issues. I also tried to add that she might consider sharing her condition with future partners. She raised her voice and said that I was trying to prevent her from moving on and living a regular life.

My perspective is that it was unfair of her not to tell me beforehand so I could take proper precautions in consultation with my healthcare specialist, and that it wasn't unreasonable of me to ask her for more information and to want to get blood work done right away.

Hers is that I'm overreacting and that asking her for the information and being worried about her having herpes is taking things too far and making her out to be a bad person.

Some of my friends agree with me, but the other half think that I shouldn't have asked her anything and just have gone to get tested because I should have seen that it would be an upsetting subject for her.

I'm open to whatever you all think because if I've been unfair to her then of course I want to apologize. Thanks for reading this!

[luveline]

okay this is so specific but!! 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 with remus and shy!r who has bad hand eczema? mine’s flared up today cos I’ve been washing my hands too much and it’s so awful </3 maybe r is shy about it and doesn’t want to tell remus but he notices anyway and then insists on looking after her 🤍🤍🤍

weirdly enough, I also get eczema on my hands so this was really fun for me! tysm ♡ 

"Could we share? I've forgotten mine," Remus asks, nodding to your textbook. 

You push it in the middle of your desk. Remus was a friend before he became a lecture mate, but something about sitting next to him in such close proximity sets your nerves on end. He can see every line and wrinkle, all the details. Like your sore hands. 

You tuck them between your legs. You and Remus follow along as the lecturer reads from the textbook, glancing up when she shows a diagram in more detail on her huge projector screen. 

"I've been meaning to ask you, are you okay? You're quiet today," Remus whispers, his gaze on the screen. 

You sneak a look at his nice jaw and the triangles of his eyelashes. "I'm okay," you whisper. 

He meets your eyes. "You sure?" 

"Fine. Sorry for being quiet," you say, turning a page of your textbook. Eczema, especially on your hands and fingers, feels raw sometimes, itchy, a platter of bad feelings, and even something as simple as turning a page hurts. 

"Oh, is this why you're unhappy?" Remus asks, sliding his hand under yours. He holds your pink with his thumb to display your palm. "It's getting sore again?" 

You hate for him to see, but you're too shy to take your hand back. "It's not that bad." 

"It looks painful," he says sympathetically. 

Remus doesn't touch the disturbed skin lining your palms, the pad of his thumb running carefully down the side of it. 

"It's disgusting, I know," you mumble. 

"It's not disgusting." He puts your hand down gently, reaching under the desk for his bag. You freeze as his face ducks down. "Your hands are tired, that's all." 

You bring your hand back to your chest. Remus digs for something, and when he sits back up, he asks, "Sorry, can I see?" 

"There's nothing you can do," you say. 

"I brought you something." Remus pushes you're textbook and notepad back to place a round object on the table. It looks like stick deodorant. "That's what I use when the scars on my stomach get dry. It's a new one, though. Didn't think you'd want to share." He smiles at you tentatively. "It really helps me, it might help. There's no harsh chemicals I promise." 

You don't know what to say. In silence, you read the label for irritants (just in case) before you uncap the balm and rub it over your palm, dabbing so as not to drag the skin. It doesn't feel nice to touch but the balm helps soothe the itch, which is enough to ease the pinch from between your brows. 

"That's for you to keep," he says, giving your elbow a friendly shake. "If you hate it, chuck it away. But I can get you another one if it works, angel. Okay? Let me know." 

You swallow around a lump. It's nice to have someone care so much. "Thank you very much, Remus," you say quietly. 

"Don't, 'cos I'll want to give you a cwtch," he admonishes in a whisper. "I'll owe you one after. Shit, don't have a pencil, do you?" 

Only later do you realise that, despite how ill-organised Remus was that morning, he remembered to bring you the balm he bought especially for you. When he offers you the owed hug, you wrap your arms around him and melt. 

[pickingupmymercedes]

Hiii I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you can make a Lewis x reader where she has some type of chronic illness and one day she gets a really bad flare up and he takes care of her :)

If you’re not comfortable or don’t feel like writing it you can ignore this ask :)

Hi love, of course! I did a shortish one-shot

Btw, I chose eczema because my beautiful best friend has battled it a good chunk of her teen years and I'm so incredibly and forever proud of the amazing woman she's become, and how she continously lifts other people even when she doesn't have to . Love you H.

Warnings: description of eczema

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky. In the serene twilight, Lewis Hamilton sat by the window, watching the Melbourne lights twinkle like distant stars. His thoughts drifted to the upcoming Japanese Grand Prix, the anticipation of this week off tingling in the air. But amidst the excitement, a sense of worry gnawed at him.

Beside him, you lay on the couch, curled up in discomfort. The gentle hum of the evening enveloped the room, but your soft whimpers cut through the tranquility. Lewis glanced at you, concern etched on his features.

"Are you okay, love?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

You managed a weak nod, but the pain etched on your face betrayed your words. Lewis sighed softly, his heart heavy with concern. He knew all too well the toll your chronic illness took on you, especially during flare-ups.

Your eczema, a constant companion in your life, often made its presence known at the most inconvenient times. Lewis had witnessed the struggles you faced; the silent battles fought behind closed doors. Yet, through it all and much to your comfort, he remained steadfast by your side.

That night, however, your flare-up seemed particularly severe. Lewis could see the discomfort etched in every line of your face. Gently, he knelt beside you, his touch feather-light as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I'll take care of you, darling," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody in the dimly lit room.

Despite his assurances, you couldn't shake the feeling of shame that enveloped you. The raw, red patches on your legs, a stark reminder of your condition, made you feel vulnerable and exposed. The thought of facing the world, especially at the upcoming Grand Prix, filled you with dread.

Lewis sensed your inner turmoil – it was a place your mind tended to take you – his heart aching at the sight of your distress. With a tender smile, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "You don't have to hide, love," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance. "You're beautiful, just as you are."

Days passed, and the Japanese Grand Prix loomed ever closer. The excitement in the air was palpable, anticipation crackling like electricity. But amidst the flurry of preparations, you couldn't shake the lingering doubt if you should go at all. As the day of the race dawned, nerves fluttered in your stomach like a restless butterfly. The thought of facing the world, your eczema on full display, filled you with dread.

Regardless, you made your way to the track, the air alive with the roar of engines and the buzz of the crowd. Amidst the sea of faces, Lewis's support anchored you, a steady presence in the tumultuous sea of life.

The days following the Grand Prix went as usual. Another Mercedes bad weekend, the headlines filled with the dread of how they would bounce back, but amidst the bad press, a simple message on social media caught your eye, touching your heart in a profound way.

In a picture of you and Lewis, taken during the Grand Prix, was accompanied by a heartfelt caption.

"I've always been ashamed of my eczema, hiding it away from the world. But seeing [Your Name] embracing her skin and being open about her struggles gives me hope. Thank you for showing me that it's okay to be myself, flaws and all. 💖 #EczemaWarrior #TrueBeauty"

Tears welled in your eyes as you read the heartfelt words, the impact of your openness suddenly crashing you, the realization that your journey could inspire and empower others was almost overwhelming.

With a trembling hand, you liked the post and replied with a heartfelt message of your own. "Thank you for your beautiful words. You are strong and beautiful just as you are. Never be afraid to show it. 💖"

The outpouring of support and encouragement that followed was overwhelming, a testament to the power of authenticity and vulnerability. Messages from fans around the world flooded your notifications, each one echoing the hope you felt.

However, amidst the sea of positivity, a few photographers at the Grand Prix had been less than kind. Their whispered comments and mocking glances hadn't gone unnoticed, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

One evening, as you sat in Lewis’ lap in his home back in Monaco, he turned to you with a gentle expression, his eyes filled with concern.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine care and love reflected in his gaze. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"You don't have to talk about your eczema just because people are noticing it, you know. You owe them nothing" he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "I just want you to be happy and comfortable."

"I want to do this, Lew" you said, your voice steady with conviction. "I was the kid embarrassed of it, hiding it away from the world. Other kids need to know they have no reason to be ashamed. If sharing my story can help even one person feel less alone, it's worth it."

Lewis's eyes softened, a proud smile gracing his lips as he nodded in understanding. "You’re so brave, babe.” he whispered, pulling you close. "I’m forever proud of you”.

[moonstruckme]

could you please write lily evans with a she/they fem reader who is having a flare up with their skin condition because of the weather getting more humid and warm

(skin condition similar to eczema with dry and itchy skin)

Thank you for requesting !

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 534 words

Lily has confiscated your lotion from you, claiming you’re being too rough with yourself. You’re both sitting crisscross on the floor of your bathroom, knees touching as she works the product into the crooks of your elbows. You have to admit, her hands are kinder, fingertips massaging the lotion into your angry flesh rather than trying to push it in as you’d been doing. Perhaps she’s just more patient with you than you are. 

“You’ve got to stop scratching, sweetheart,” she says, fingers smoothing tenderly over the reddened skin of your arms. “You can’t keep hurting yourself like this.” 

“I think I’m doing it in my sleep,” you admit. Your hair, damp from the shower, cools your shoulders and drips down your back. The aroma of the cookies you’d put in the oven just before hopping into the shower wafts into the bathroom, mingling with the scent of your shampoo.

“We could start taping oven mitts to your hands before bed,” Lily suggests, laughing when you frown. “I’m kidding! Though it might not be the worst idea…” 

“This is completely your fault,” you tell her. “You willed for spring to come early, and now it’s tormenting me.” 

“I wanted for us to be able to go outside so we could have picnics and read together in the park, not for your skin to revolt against you.” Your girlfriend’s tone is jokingly bitter, but when her eyes flit up to yours they hold a timid affection. “I’m sorry, love.” 

You roll your eyes, leaning forward to peck her on the lips. “I forgive you,” you say. 

“Thanks.” She looks as though she really means it, which is terribly sweet and vaguely alarming. She reaches for the tube of moisturizer next to your lotion on the floor. “This is the one for your face, yeah?” 

You nod, and she takes a piece of your wet hair, slotting it behind your ear. You close your eyes as she begins to smooth the moisturizer into your skin, taking special care with your inflamed cheeks. Her thumbs rub in symmetrical circular motions, pausing just near your jaw before beginning to work the extra product down your neck. 

“Does it feel any better?” she asks softly. 

You open your eyes. A bit of pink has colored her cheeks. Not much, but it’s impossible to hide with a face like Lily’s, freckles faded and skin paled from the winter, with coppery hair to contrast. Makes any hint of a flush immediately perceptible. 

You feel your face warm in response. “Yeah, it does.” 

Her lips tilt upwards, a forefinger skimming your collarbone as she retracts her hands. “Good,” she says. She takes your hands in hers, and your palms are both moisturized and soft against each other’s as she stands you up with her. “Now, can you remind me where the oven mitts are?” 

She crosses towards the room and unconsciously, you pivot to face her. A flower tilting towards the sun. “Um, you’re not going to tape them to my hands, right?” 

“Mm, not yet.” She flashes you a beatific smile. “For now, I’m pretty sure our cookies need to come out of the oven. So that first, taping possibly later.”

[thebibliosphere]

TW: MEDICAL TRAUMA AND GASLIGHTING- UK FRIENDS, PLEASE HELP

Hey, this is a long shot, but do I have any followers in the UK--specifically Scotland, but I’ll take anywhere--diagnosed with MCAS/D with a doctor they can recommend?

My younger disabled brother who I share a lot of health problems with has just been hospitalized at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital (aka 'the Death Star') for symptoms consistent with a prolonged MCAS flare. He's hardly eating, he's got undiagnosable bladder pain, blinding headaches, worsening allergies, and his skin/eczema is so bad he’s at risk of sepsis and losing his eyesight because he’s been left to claw himself raw with chronic urticaria near his eyes that has been brushed off for years as “anxiety.” (Which he was then prescribed diazepam for and nothing else 🙃)

When my mother brought up my MCAS diagnosis over here in the US and how similar my brother’s symptoms and reactions are, the attending doctor said that MCAS “isn’t real” and won’t even prescribe famotidine for what my brother is describing as “suffocating acid reflux”—presumably because this doctor is now on some sort of bruised ego trip over my mother questioning his prognosis that my brother is suffering from anxiety and “a lack of personal hygiene.”

(My brother is severely disabled, and my elderly mother has to bathe and dress his wounds daily, just like she’s been doing for the last 32 years since he was born. This is not a lack of personal hygiene this is a lack of medical care!!!)

My mother is trying her best, but she’s got her own health problems and suffers severely from her own medical trauma, which is making advocating harder. They do have an appointment to see a dermatologist on Friday, but considering it's at the same clinic that said my chronic urticaria was also anxiety (🙃), we're not holding out much hope.

I've managed to find him some OTC meds that might help stabilize things, but he's at the stage where he needs a knowledgeable MCAS doctor to either confirm or rule this out and figure out what the hell is going on.

I'm trying to help, but from 4000 miles away, it's proving difficult and every possible lead I've found so far has been a dead end.

NHS is preferable but it doesn't have to be. I will find a way for him to go private if I have to. Fuck if you are an MCAS doctor in the UK, I'll pay for your petrol to go to Scotland. I'll pay for anything. I just can't listen to my mother crying in the Queen Liz car park anymore because she might be about to lose her second child to the illness that almost took her first.

Thank you. Sorry. I just don't know what to do anymore.

[maybank-archives]

Can I get one with Jj, one where the reader has a skin condition like eczema. And they are at a pool party and the reader is having an Eczema flare up, and they practically drag her to the pool not knowing she has eczema?

no matter what - jj maybank

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warning: mention of self esteem but other than none i think? lemme know if i miss something.

pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

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author's notes: just like jj said: you look smokin' hot. to all my eczema people, love y'all be safe and don't let a skin condition stop you to feel beautiful and have fun.

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Sarah Cameron knew how to throw a pool party, everybody knows that, so when you refuse to go, your friends and boyfriend practically carry you to her place.It was incredibly hard to get away, almost everyday they came up with something and most of the time, out when the sun is peaking.

It was frustrating living in a place aka an island, where summer lasts forever. You were almost running out of excuses, a pool party filled with the tourons and young mean people was not what you needed right now. Avoiding the questions was your best way out so you agreed on going.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing if there was any missing spot, the sunscreen and moisturizer was applied at every bump on your skin, you couldn’t help thinking about your look, our brain loves to trick us but no matter how much you tried to avoid being mean to yourself, the comparison and embarrassment always seems to be there.

It was always “easy” to cover the rashes but recently, due to the extremely hot weather plus stress of your work, it was impossible to not wear something covering your body. You left the house covered in moisturizer, you had your hat, sunglasses and a long sleeve cover up on, you walked to Sarah’s house overthinking all your decisions.

I glanced over at JJ, who was totally in his element, having a blast with our friends by the pool. He looked carefree, all smiles, and I really didn't want to throw a wrench into his day. Truth is, I'd been dodging the pool like it was hot lava, making up lame excuses about not feeling like swimming or not wanting to get wet. But the real deal was that I was trying to keep my eczema under wraps.

JJ, being the observant dude he is, picked up on my hesitation and came over with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, ma’am, why aren't you taking a dip? It's hotter than Hades out here," he said, giving my shoulder a friendly slap.

I nibbled on my lip, trying to play it cool. "Ah, you know, I'm just not feeling the whole swimming thing today," I replied, hoping my voice sounded casual enough.

JJ raised an eyebrow, clearly smelling the bullshit. He lifted my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. "Y/N, what's the deal? You're usually the first one to suggest late night swims. C’mon, cut the crap."

“JJ…” I heaved a sigh, feeling a lump in my throat. "It's my skin k?," I admitted, barely louder than a whisper. "My eczema is acting up, It used to be like nothing and my whole fracking body is covered and I did not want people talking about it."

JJ's face softened as he absorbed my confession. "Babe, you don't have to put on an act for me or anyone else. We're all friends here, and they'll get it." JJ said, reaching for your hand. "C’mon, you look smokin' hot, just like always. It's gonna be really tough to change that, y'know?" 

I probably did not look convinced enough cause JJ was analyzing my face before pulling me to a hug. It felt like a weight off my chest, having JJ in my corner. "I just didn't want to make a big fuss or become the star of the show," I admitted.

"You don’t need to worry about that, I got ya. Your comfort is numero uno. We can head inside, whip out some drinks or chill far from the sun, and you don't have to swim if you don't want to, but you sure oughta be havin' some fun. Don’t let this shit stop you now,”

He was right, hiding my eczema had only given me unnecessary stress, it felt good to see that in another's perspective and realize that all that overthinking was useless. JJ's understanding and support were like gold, and I knew I hit the jackpot with him.

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[harmlessghosty]

Hi, Ghosty. I've been wondering if you can do demon brothers with mc that is insecure with their eczema 👉👈

As someone who grew up with (granted, mild) eczema, I feel this in my soul. Even with a little, it can be embarrassing and unbearable, so I can imagine how hard it is with more. Hugs, because it absolutely sucks, and sometimes there’s SO little you can do about it. I usually treat it with creams, but I’m sure everyone varies.

I’ll preface this with the very clear statement that the Obey Me characters do not care what you look like, as long as you’re comfortable and happy. Being insecure of your appearance means you aren’t comfortable and happy, and they’ll each do whatever it takes to change that into something that empowers you, or at the very least helps you feel better in your skin.

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Lucifer

More often than not would notice early on that you’re self-conscious of your appearance. Long sleeves? Pants? Turtlenecks? All in summer weather? How unusual, and you even seem to be sweating uncomfortably.

At first suggests gently that you should dress for the weather until he realizes that something more must be happening for you to behave so unusually. He asks directly what the problem is, and you decide to tell him—but only in absolute privacy.

Nods in understanding. You don’t want people to see your skin, and he relates to that. After all, the scars from his fall are…

Well, we don’t talk about the scars. All you need to know is that he understands.

Offers to help you find creams, spells or other treatments to settle flare-ups. Lessens your stress so that it doesn’t get worse. Offers his office and bedroom for you to lounge in without covering yourself—whether he’s there with you or not. If he is there with you, he treats you as he would normally—respectful and calm, without acknowledging the rashes unless you want to talk about them.

Mammon

What do you mean you’re not burning up in that get-up? C’mon, take off that sweater. It’s a million degrees and you’re making him feel like he’s sweating!

You agree on the condition that he doesn’t tell anyone and that he doesn’t laugh or make a comment. After all, he won’t shut up forever if you don’t let him see what the problem is.

Oh. Ohh, that explains it.

Tries hard not to stare because ouch, that looks painful. He’s gotten his fair share of rashes and wounds from…Well, being an idiot with spellcraft. But that just means he has tons of sympathy for your condition.

Offers for you to use any of his special, expensive products as you want. He even goes out of his way to find things that’ll settle the flare-ups, even if that means spending more money. “Forget about it. Ya made me itchy, so start usin’ it before I go crazy.”

Doesn’t shy away from physical contact, and doesn’t treat you like you’re a pariah. If you suddenly feel anxious without covering your body, he offers his jacket to lay across your lap or cover your arms or neck. It’s the least he can do, and you look kind of cute with his clothes on. Just make sure ya give it back, and it better smell like those lotions he’s lettin’ you use!

Levi

It’s okay. He looks weird too, especially when he’s in his demon form. I mean, have you seen all his scales? They’re super itchy too when they shed off, and he’s got a mess on his hands making sure they’re cleaned up and not giving him even more skin problems and you must think it’s so weird and inappropriate that he’s comparing his stupid problem to your totally valid one and—

You hush him up quickly, but somehow, his anxiety helps you feel somewhat better?

He sighs and covers his reddened face. “I-I mean, I don’t know if it’ll work on humans, b-but I have…ideas of what works for me.”

Totally understands the social aspect of wanting to cover up or not go out, especially when your eczema is worse than usual or in an obvious spot. Always keeps his door unlocked for you to come and go as you please, and tries extra hard not to stare at your rashes when you’re there. It’s not that he’s judging you, but they just look so painful, and he wants to help so badly…

Absolutely offers to distract you in any way possible. If that means he has to t-touch you to rub on creams, or he just listens to you complain and offers his room as a place of comfort, then he really hopes you take him up on it. He even researches and buys tons of stuff online to try and help, though maybe you’ve tried it all. It’s the thought that counts, right? Right? Tell him he did good.

Satan

“Oh? I’m not familiar with that, but it looks uncomfortable. No wonder you’re insecure about it.”

While it doesn’t help you feel better at all, you respect his ability to be pragmatic, realistic and honest about your eczema. Yes, it’s painful and itchy and really obvious, but did he have to say the quiet part out loud?

So he researches. And he researches. And he asks questions that make no sense, some that do make sense, and others that even researches in the human world probably never thought of. And in the end, he comes up with a game plan that’s…not really what you wanted, but you appreciate the thought behind it.

Maybe you’ll take him up on the offer, or maybe you won’t. It’s totally your decision, but the door is always open. He’ll make all the potions and spells you could ever want to try if it means you’re more comfortable with yourself.

He’s a bit pushy on asking about it sometimes. He wants to help, but he’s not always sure how he can, so he needs a little direction. Once you tell him that you need a place to rest, or some lighter clothes to cover up, or maybe just someone to complain to, he’s always there to listen and offer a shoulder to lean on or a lap to rest on. Please, take advantage of it. It’s the least he can do.

Asmo

Very quickly notices your outfits are too uncomfortable for the weather and the season. “Darling, you really must dress with the times! You know that long sleeves should be reserved for after September, and you shouldn’t be wearing those pants when they don’t flatter your figure hardly at all, and—“

Will literally pull a jacket off of your shoulders. Try him. He’s trying to be helpful and playful, but he doesn’t realize you’re insecure because of your eczema until it’s too late.

Is confused. He doesn’t have a comparable idea for what that is in Devildom. He doesn’t have creams or treatments for anything like that,, but damn it, he’s going to find something that helps you feel better.

If you’re going out, he offers to help cover it up with makeup or a light shawl that matches your skin well enough to hide. If that upsets your skin and you don’t want to go out, he plans an elaborate indoor date and makes sure that the brothers aren’t home to ruin it. Trust him; they won’t be anywhere nearby. Don’t ask how he managed that, love.

Will give you all the oatmeal baths he can possibly offer. Maybe they help, maybe they don’t, but it does give him an excuse to see you au natural or in a bathing suit, and that’s something to appreciate, isn’t it?

Beel

His first concern is that you’re allergic to something you ate. He’s heard of people breaking out in hives for allergies, and he’s worried. It doesn’t look good, and he’s pretty sure that humans can’t have reactions like that without getting sick, and—

When you explain to him that it’s something you’re basically born to suffer, he nods in understanding. So it’s like a battle scar, he thinks, because that’s about the only comparison he can make. Maybe it’s even like a sweat rash; he gets those on occasion if he doesn’t take care of himself after exercising, so he gets it.

Lets you wear his oversized clothes to help cover up. If you’re in public, he’s absolutely not above stripping shirtless so that you can cover up, or even carrying you around so that no one can notice your eczema but rather look at you for being carried. Hey, at least they won’t notice the thing you’re worried about.

Tries to find foods that would help inflammation and will offer them to you on a regular basis. It’s something he knows will help in the long run, though it’s not exactly the most quickly helpful.

The best at making sure any creams you use are rubbed in perfectly. Have eczema anywhere on your body? He notices it quickly and offers to help cover it right away, whether with clothes or a treatment. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Belphie

Doesn’t care about the rash at all beyond a simple, “What’s that? Oh, okay.”

Secretly wonders if he can do anything to help. Is honestly a bit worried to touch you when you cuddle because he doesn’t want to irritate your skin further.

If you’re nervous about napping with him, don’t be, because he really doesn’t mind how you look as long as your shoulder or lap is available to him. It makes you feel good to be needed by him, doesn’t it? Then accept his generosity.

Really tries to listen to you talk about it, but he just…keeps thinking about ways to help. He’s smart; it shouldn’t be hard to come up with something that works, but surely you’ve been trying to work with it for years. In the end, he defaults to whatever you want, and does whatever he can to listen to what you need from him.

Constantly reassures you that the appearance doesn’t matter to him, as long as you’re cozy in his arms.

[cryiling]

P for the fandom ask game! Your AUs are always so yum 🐀❤️

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P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

do u wanna hear abt my headcanon where bakugo has eczema 🤭 LMAOO yeah the constant exploding of sweat on his hands actually irritates the skin there so he gets rlly bad eczema, but it's pretty much just on his hands

the first time the itchiness flares up is when he's 7 years old. the skin on his middle finger splits so bad, it bleeds when he scratches at it. his mom jokes that it's because he flips ppl off so much before they realize it's just quirk-aggravated dry skin LOL

he gets prescribed a hand cream to mitigate the irritation (someone needs to get shigaraki that too istg) and he carries a tiny tube of it in his pocket wherever he goes. when deku finds out about bakugo's dry skin, he also gets a tube of the cream to carry around in case kacchan ever needs it :>

later as a ua student when bakugo is developing his cluster move, the eczema starts to spread as he uses explosion all throughout his body. his elbows and neck see the worst of it, but the sides of his calves also start to develop irritation. the itchiness is sooo bad, bakugo starts taking really hot showers to quell the itchy feeling

some days, it gets so bad it feels like his insides are itching and his sweat glands are burning. on those days, deku sits with him and helps him ice the irritated areas with some ice packs borrowed from recovery girl. bakugo has been getting better at acknowledging his weaknesses but he still doesn't tell a lot of people abt his eczema. he feels embarrassed about it, and sometimes even ashamed that he has the same skin condition as shigaraki. but deku has always been non-judgemental about it, and he always helps him get through his flare-ups

anyways MY eczema has been sooo bad lately i just needed to self-project onto bakugo LOL :>

[papermint-airplane]

Ngl besties depression is kicking my ass rn. I'm gonna whine a little bit under the cut so nobody has to see this, I just need to get it off my chest.

* I am experiencing the worst eczema flare up of my entire life. I have rashes all over my body: chin, lips, neck, wrists, backside, labia, scalp, and feet. They're swelling and causing so much pain. Sometimes when I move, my skin rips open and bleeds. I am basically covered in open wounds right now.

* I keep having dreams about my abusers (parents). I know this is stemming from the Christmas card they sent me in December. I never gave my parents my address when I moved but my mother cyberstalked me to find it and then sent me a letter to gloat about how she did it immediately after. She's been sending me unsolicited things in the mail ever since. I never reply but she never stops. I literally havd left that Christmas card in the mailbox since December because I don't even want to touch anything she's touched but I accidentally brought it into my car the other day and I feel like my space has been invaded. I don't know what to do about it.

* Work is horrible and getting worse by the day. Sometimes I feel like I'm being punished for being a horrible child like I was always told I was. Like maybe I'm already dead and this is my personal Hell which is why I'll never be allowed to leave.

* I am exhausted all the time. I have so many things I want to do but I pass out the second I get home and don't wake up till it's time to get ready for work again. I can't even play my game. And it doesn't matter how much I sleep, I never get any less exhausted.

* I'm lonely but all I want to do is isolate myself. I wonder if anyone will notice if I do.

* I want to update my story but I feel like nobody really gives a shit about it. I got 3 times more notes when I posted a zero effort picture of a Sim dog than I do on story posts I work on for hours. I feel like just giving up. Nobody will ever want to read my shit. Nobody cares about my OCs. I am fundamentally untalented and uncreative.

* I want to cry but if I do, I won't stop for hours, and I just don't have the energy

* My therapist is on vacation this week so I just have to carry this around with me until next Monday.

[creations-by-chaosfay]

WOOOOT! I'm getting into pulmonary therapy almost two months earlier than planned! It was originally schedule for October 23rd, but I'm on the waiting list and someone cancelled their appointment. It's in just a few days! As for what it is, my asthma has been a nightmare, and the asthma specialist I've been seeing doesn't know what more they can do for me seeing as I'm allergic to one of the ingredients (milk protein, which is used to mask the flavor of the medicine) in the COPD medication she wants me to use. It makes my eczema flare up like fireworks on New Years Eve. She suggested and immunosuppressant, which I'm strongly opposed to seeing as I already get sick with extreme ease. The therapy is going to help me figure out how to basically breathe again. My doctor thinks I may also have reduced lung capacity due to the covid infection I had in 2022. Fun times!

Next week is going to be packed with doctor appointments now. Let's see, I have pulmonary therapy, an appointment with my PCP, and my twice monthly therapy. The following week, I'm getting an ECHO and EKG on the same day, and will leave with very angry skin because I'm allergic to adhesives. I'm still waiting for a PT clinic to contact me about the referral my doctor sent out when she diagnosed me with hEDS.

The place I had gone to for PT before the diagnosis is horrible. The doctor I was assigned to was an absolute nightmare, and the PT specialist was less than helpful. That doctor diagnosed me as hypermobile, but wouldn't say anymore "because that's not what this appointment is for." She spoke to me for less than ten minutes, told me I'm just imagining the pain in my wrists, informed me I must be incorrect about the ligament removal" in my right wrist "because that's not how things are done," and I need to give up my hobbies if I don't want to have problems.

Y'all, I gave up drawing, jewelry making, calligraphy, and writing by hand because of my right wrist. I'm not giving up making quilts nor playing video games, and need a keyboard I can physically split and set up at angles most favorable to me. A friend has helped me with the latter, but it's out of my budget for now.

Busy busy busy!

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Wonderful.

Medicare won't cover my nebulizer medication. What's a nebulizer? It's the machine some of asthmatics has that requires you either wear a little mask or use a mouthpiece and it give a higher and more concentrated dose of albuterol. That medicine is used for treating asthma attacks as well as severe asthma. The only pharmacy that carries said medicine in my area is Walgreens. It costs $73, which I don't have. This is ridiculous!

Ugh.

Well, let's hope smoke doesn't get too bad in my area. An emergency inhaler isn't enough when wildfire smoke decides to camp out, which it usually does when August rolls in. Bleh.

I'll see about acquiring free samples of the medicine from the allergy and asthma clinic on Monday when I go in for my allergy shot and a followup appointment regarding my asthma. The doctor wants me on another medicine, but all the medicines she wants to put me on contain milk proteins, which are used to hide the nasty taste of the medicine. Milk proteins make my eczema flare up like fireworks on New Year's Eve. That, and I develop a nasty ball of snot in the back of my throat and constantly have to clear it out. This results in frequent coughing and spitting out phlegm, and my voice sounds like RFK Jr's. It's awful! I will not use that shit again. It's been two months since the last time I used it, and I'm still dealing with itchy painful eczema patches. It's especially bad in my ear canals.

Please don't send money. I'd rather you purchase my work either as a commission or from my shop. My focus is paying off debt right now, and money left over from the purchase will cover medicine and a debt payment.

Thank you.

[natinbrackets]

I have entered a new chapter of, "I think I might maybe have mild allergies perhaps?"

It's now less "I think" and "I might" and more "it's probably ragweed, but pretty mild." A few years ago, I did get kinda sneezy and snotty during ragweed season, but it just happened that once and my dad complains every year so I thought it was a fluke. But this year, apparently, is bad for sufferers and I am also, uh... Well, I wouldn't call it "suffering". Cuz it's still pretty mild compared to most people, I think. And I'm kinda enjoying it?

I went on vacation to visit my partner, but I got back about 2 weeks ago and I've been sniffly and snotty since then. Yesterday alone I sneezed 6 times in the morning, 4 in the afternoon, and twice in the evening without inducing! I think that's a record for me! I've been having to keep tissues close because every few minutes I need to blow or at least wipe my nose (I mean, I already did that for the ✨aesthetic✨ but now I have a reason to do it).

I get why people hate this. I could do without the itchy mouth and ears and watery eyes. My eczema has been flaring up, too, and cream on my skin is a sensory ick for me so I hate it when that happens, but all the sneezing has kinda made up for it Imo.

Apparently this year is only going to get worse. I read an article put out by my national weather service that said ragweed loves a downpour followed by lots of hot, dry weather. It rained yesterday and is supposed to storm tomorrow and the next day, and then it's supposed to be hot without rain for a week straight; perfect ragweed weather! I also live somewhere very humid, which is generally bad for allergies, I guess.

Will I keep enjoying this or finally get a taste of the allergic misery I've been getting off to forever? Stay tuned to find out!