#skin condition positivity

[not-spiders]

skin conditions are super fucking hot actually. like fuck the beauty industry we are SO beautiful dude

sincerely, someone with perioral dermatitis and rosacea who is fucking sick of being told i’m supposed to want to get rid of them for any reasons other than physical comfort. fuck you, this is my face. get the hell used to it.

#skin condition #skin condition positivity #dermatitis #rosacea #eczema #acne #<- tagging eczema and acne cause i also know ppl get insecure about those pretty frequently as well and #i want ppl to see this cause like babe!!! you’re so beautiful (gender neutral by the way) idc what ppl have to say

[moved-to-piersgender]

i hope everyone with acne, eczema, vitiligo, psoriasis, dermatitis, dermatillomania, and skin conditions have a good day today

#See how easy it is to steal positivity posts without bringing syscourse into it like a little pissbaby? #My post now #I have dermatillomania and I hate it 🙃 #Acne #eczema #vitiligo #Psoriasis #Dermatillomania #skin condition

[positivelyqueer]

Hi people with chronic dandruff, psoriasis, eczema or any other skin conditions which cause dryness and flaking. I hope you’re having nice, low pain or pain free days. Know that you don’t have to access treatment you don’t want or that doesn’t benefit you for the sake of other people’s comfort. You are amazing.

#Positivity #Dandruff #psoriasis #eczema #Skin conditions

[neuroticboyfriend]

hi people with skin conditions (scars included). you do not have to hide. i know how scary the idea of someone seeing your skin is. you don't want to be judged, and that is entirely understandable. at the same time, we deserve better than to treat ourselves unkindly - let alone based on the views of people who don't have our best interest in mind.

so, i want you to know you're allowed to exist in your body and show it - just as it is right now. you can wear what you want. you can get that haircut. you can do or not do your makeup however you want. it's your body, and your life. you're allowed to live it, no matter what anyone else says.

and if you hide because you're afraid for your safety: please know you are also allowed to do what you need to protect yourself. and i hope one day you're able to be safe enough to embrace your appearance and be free from hiding. but until then, have patience with yourself. you deserve that much.

#softspoonie #disabled #disability #skin condition #chronic illness #chronic condition #condition #chronically ill #spoonie #body positivity #body positive #body posititivity #disability positivity #mental health #mental health positivity #positivity

[icannotgetoverbirds]

resource: good picrews for fat people

If anybody wants to help me put together a proper rating system, I'd love to hear about that. In the meantime, this post will be used as a place where I collect and share picrews that have any level of fat representation.

The following have fat in the title or are made specifically with fat people in mind:

Just a warning, I'm not sure if the second one was actually made benevolently or for less kind reasons than representation.

This one isn't made specifically for fat people but has a larger body type that's done surprisingly well.

If anybody would like to add any picrews they've found with size diversity I'd love to see it!

#fat #body positivity #fat positivity #fat positive #fat acceptance #i was thinking maybe like. diversity ratings based on available characteristics #like skin color skin conditions disability aids #size obv. hair types #variety in characteristics like noses and lips #and those would give it diversity ratings both in each category and an overall diversity rating #and then ratings based on add-ons or maybe titles like 'good for dnd' or 'the jewelry box is full' #'raided the pantry' #'massive closet' #'all the pride flags' #(which would obv not b all of them bc like that's literally impossible but it would be a good variety) #'who opened all the cages at the zoo' #'backgrounds for days' #'particular particle effects' #rb with achievements in the tags that u think i should add

[pinkiewitchcraft]

~ ✨🧚🏾‍♂️ Skin Positivity: 🧚🏾‍♀️✨~

As a person with acne, eczema, psoriasis, and thick calluses on my feet, and who is pretty much allergic to everything, excluding shea butter, cocoa butter, and only one brand of makeup, I would like to take the time to say that people with skin conditions are beautiful.

People do not have to have smooth, clear, “flawless” skin. I certainly don’t. And the older that I get, the more my eczema spreads, which will only stop once it’s all over my body. My skin is always very dry and very fragile even when I put on lotions and creams and whatnot.

And as for acne, I have that all over my upper body. My face, my head, my neck, my chest, my belly, my back, and my upper arms.

And no, I’m not ashamed of any of this, nor should I be made to feel that way. I am not this untouchable, disgusting thing that should be hidden from the world. I am a human being with my own life, and my own beauty, and I deserve to be respected and treated as such.

And NOT despite my skin conditions, but WITH them. Because people like me exist, and we deserve to be seen and represented.

The nature of one’s skin should not ever determine whether they are beautiful, or worthy of love and respect.

I already am. Because I exist.

My skin is beautiful in all of its little dry scales, flakes, bumps, calluses, acne, and dark spots. And I refuse to let some ignorant people tell me that I should feel ashamed of my own skin because it’s not like everyone else’s. This is MY skin, and I decide how I feel about it. And I love it. I refuse to let anyone make me feel bad for how I was born, and for how my skin turns out. I am not a mistake to be fixed. I am worthy, regardless of what anyone says.

I am beautiful. I am worthy of love and respect. I am.

#skin conditions #eczema #acne positivity #psoriasis #contact dermatitis #allergies #disability #disabilities #disabled

[ramshitposts]

I love you acne I love you pimples I love you freckles I love you strawberry skin I love you excema I love you psoriasis I love you scars I love you blemishes I love you birthmarks I love you eye bags I love you dimples I love you wrinkles

I love you textured skin and I love you "imperfections" youre all so beautiful <3

#Not my usual post but people with non completely flat skooth skin are so beautiful ok #I HATE ANTI AGING TECHNIQUES #Also kinda off topic but people need to draw more characters with skin conditions pls and thanks #body positivity #excema #skin condition #acne #pro aging

[whumpshaped]

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tw angel whumper, angel whumpee, religious themes, conditioning, forced apology, stress position

It was a small mistake. It wasn't even intentional. Some rules made perfect sense, and some were a little less intuitive; Cassael had some trouble remembering the latter.

Memory problems weren't permitted.

"Please forgive me," they pleaded quietly as they followed their mentor to... wherever they were going. "I– I did not know, but I will do better in the future!"

"Forgiveness does not come without repentance, Cassael."

They didn't understand. They had been trying to repent ever since they had realised their mistake, yet their mentor wasn't at all open to their attempts. "But– but I–"

"Silence," they ordered, and Cassael obediently snapped their mouth shut. They didn't need to understand, of course. Understanding was out of reach. Assuming they understood was arrogance. Assuming anything at all was pretentious and forbidden.

They really wished they could've understood, though. They just wanted to know what they could do to–

"There is a time and place for everything," their mentor said, interrupting their useless thoughts. "You will understand everything as it becomes necessary for you to do so." They stopped, and Cassael almost bumped into them from behind.

The sky seemed a little darker around this part of Heaven. The clouds felt a little harder. They had never been to this corner before, and they instinctively tried to step closer to their mentor for protection.

"You have broken a rule, Cassael." They looked down at the shivering angel without any sympathy. "Get on your knees and hold your arms up."

They had been ordered to be silent, so they complied wordlessly. They would understand when it became necessary. They raised their arms and waited, resisting the urge to squirm. The environment was making them very uneasy.

"Spread your wings." Cassael did so without question. "You may beg for forgiveness now. My return shall indicate the end of your repentance."

With that, their mentor spread their own wings and left without giving them a chance to obey. They bit their lower lip, trying their best not to cry from all the emotions. They were so ashamed of having made such a terrible mistake, and they were so afraid of this strange new task called 'correction'. Most of all, they were afraid to face it all alone.

"I– I am sorry," they tried, waiting for a few moments after to see whether their mentor would come back. "I am sorry!"

Nothing.

They repeated their pleas for mercy and forgiveness several times, getting more lightheaded by the second. They didn't dare lower their arms or wings, nor did they move from the painful position on their knees.

By the time their mentor came back, they were a whiny, sloppy mess, cheeks soaked with tears and limbs shaking. They came back. Cassael had never been so happy. Their return signalled the end of their correction, right? Were they forgiven now? Were they really forgiven?

"Come now, Cassael. Rise." They didn't extend a helping hand, merely ordering the trembling angel around. "You are to return to your duties now. You have been forgiven."

"Thank you," they mumbled, legs of jelly giving out under their weight immediately. They fell face first into the clouds, and they could hear their mentor sigh heavily.

"After a short rest, I suppose."

next

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taglist: @the-scrapegoat @heavenly-whumper @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @bloodinkandashes

#got under your skin #whump #whump drabble #angel whumper #angel whumpee #religious themes #conditioning #forced apology #stress position #eepy time now.. #cassael

[maya-delights]

I want a sfw minute to talk about something important <3

Today thinking about all the girls (and boys) suffering from skin conditions.

The constant pain, the itchiness, the embarrassment of going to the doctor or praying that no one in public notices.

All the rashes that show up at the most terrible of times, the acne... The fear when you send pictures of yourself or take selfies.

I know what you're feeling ❤️ you're not alone, even for the strangest and worst looking of skin conditions, we see your pain, and we hope it gets easier soon.

This is a safe space for everyone who'd like to share their experience.

And to anyone who feels represented!!

#beautiful body #body positive #bodypositivity #skincare #skin condition #descolonización #safe space #sfw interaction only

[mold-skinned]

hey guys, not so gentle reminder: comparing vitiligo to animals/drawing human versions of spotted animals as having vitiligo is fucking gross. stop it.

#vitiligo #vitiligo positivity #stigmatization #character design #stop fucking doing this #skin condition #skin disorders #stop dehumanizing it

[spoonie-selfships]

shoutout to selfshippers w/ eczema whos skin weeps !

your f/o doesnt think youre gross , disgusting , ugly , or anything of the sorts !

they'll grab anything you might need in the moment like tissues , or maybe a washcloth , medicines and will help you if you want/need !

just because your body doesnt function like other peoples doesnt mean they love you any less because of it <3

#-🐱 #spoonie selfships #selfship #self ship #selfshipping #selfship positivity #self ship community #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #f/o community #f/o #skin condition #eczema #eczema and skin allergies

[cherry-shipping]

goddamn i gotta figure out what the hell my horrortale self insert does in the underground. i know everything about their life before that and HOW they get there but i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre actually DOWN there

also i ran out of tags im saying this here as an addition so you know why they just sorta end abruptly. lol. everyone say thank you to my habit of talking in the tags cause i dont want people to see the shit i say

#cherry chats #i wrote down all their rich lore i dont think i ever posted it and i doubt i ever will #not cause i dont wanna in fact its the opposite but itd basically be a huge trauma dump and theres not a person on earth whod wana hear that #and i also wouldnt wanna subject anyone to that cause its not really their problem lol #not that i mind talking about it or whatever. but still itd put whoever this theoretical person im tellin it to in an uncomfortable position #so eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ bottom line is evil shit hospital -> escapes and is chased up the mountain -> jumps down a big hole lawl #but anyway i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre down there #i mightve said this already but theyre really resilient towards the conditions down there? theyve never eaten real food and they dont feel #hunger (arfid yo 👍) so if you tried to give them proper food theyd be like. i dont know what to do with this ? #and theyre used to the cold cause of how shit that goddamn hospital was so even when theyre going through snowdin barefoot theyre like. #ok this is fine ^_^ #theyre also used to physical pain and also theyre on 800 different messed up meds so if they get hurt that hardly bothers them #its like. a numb sort of pain. like the phantom pains you get when you get injured or killed in a dream #they also think sans is really funny even when he tries to get under their skin with morbid humor #their whole existence is basically morbid so theyre just like hehehe ^_^ your funny #BUT NONE OF THAT EXPLAINS WHAT THE HELL THEY DO IN THE UNDERGROUND!!!!!!!!! #i guess for starters theres no way theyd ever wanna go BACK to the surface so jot that down #i guess. maybe since they wouldnt have access to the medication and drugs theyre always on theyd change? #i think theyd go from a foggy detached empty dissociative state to being actually AWARE for once #after theyve been there for a little while maybe theyd even start. brace yourselves. FEEL things #like uh. emotions. and stuff like that #so instead of an empty miserable shell theyd be able to experience excitement or curiosity. or the human emotion called friendship #do they……… live with sans and papyrus? thatd make the most sense i guess #also thats the only place theyd be safe from being eaten alive lol #i guess they could live with toriel? maybe they go back to the ruins after theyve escaped #but then they couldnt hang out with sans and papyrus as much. and thats lame #maybe they live with the skelebros under the guise of being some sort of weird. pet or something #ummm. nah……. thats weird #ok so i guess i dont know what the hell my self insert does in the underground only how they change when they grt there. whatever #its not like im a WRITER. i dont know all this stuff what do you thinj i am omniscient????

[thecommunityoftrustworthysinks]

packing isn’t a huge focus in the transmasc community from my experience, but i need this so im sure someone else does too: shout out to people who want to pack but can’t because of sensory issues or medical issues! it sucks when you wanna present one way and your body won’t let you, but it doesn’t invalidate any part of your identity or feelings

#i’d like to pack but the shape of my thighs and my skin condition makes it nearly impossible to do so comfortably #planning to explore different types but idk how it’ll go #transmasc #0- #packing #trans positivity #x

[hit-band-lovejoy]

Girls with bushy eyebrows I love you. Girls with overplucked eyebrows, I love you. Girls with eyebrow hair that goes down onto their eyelids, or across their monobrow, I love you. Girls with flaky eyebrows, I love you. Girls who do makeup to cover up their eyebrows, I love you. Girls who don't do makeup to cover up their eyebrows, I love you. Girls with trichotillomania who pull out their eyebrows, I love you. Girls with patchy eyebrows, I love you. Girls who shaved their eyebrows in a weird pattern, I love you. Girls who let them grow back, I love you. Girls who regret what they did to their eyebrows, I love you. Girls with derma who have scabbed eyebrows, I love you. Girls with acne in their eyebrows, I love you. Girls with skin conditions, or Girls without, Girls that have eyebrows or don't, too much or too little, eyebrows that fit with trends or don't, eyebrows that used to or do now. I don't care. I love you all. You don't have to be insecure about them. I. Love. You. ❤️

#girls #positivity #eyebrows #eczema #trichotillomania #dermatillomania #skin conditions #thick eyebrows #thin eyebrows #trends #you're beautiful #you're worthy #you dont have to be worried <3

[pinkiewitchcraft]

🩷🌸💕🐙🐷🎀

#witchcraft #beauty #self love #love #art #pink witch #hyper femininity #soft black girls #skin positivity #skin conditions #acne positivity #hairy body #facial hair #facial hair is beautiful #body hair positivity

[kakushino]

The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground. 

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines. 

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position. 

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching. 

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.” 

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd. 

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom. 

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him. 

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do. 

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber. 

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration. 

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World. 

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?” 

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed. 

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?” 

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size. 

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

dividers by the divine @benkeibear

network: @enchantedforest-network

#unleashing this in wake of zoya's exams #i hope this can cheer you up or idk #this fanart piece has been rotting my brain since it came out istg #and there is something immensely hot about women in power #and dangerous men being glorified guard dogs #anyway #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna fanfic #jjk fanfic #jjk #true form sukuna #desi the blue eyed kakushi #kakushino