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Creepy 14yo foid wanting to looksmaxx

mimecel said:
reproducing with thai ladyboys to create TRUE htns (untapped method)
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arvid + orb ended up in thailand so yeah basically im going there next
 
appledermis said:
Hello! I am a 14 year old Brazilian girl who is mainly cutemaxxing. I’m going for a slightly creepy look tho like Allison Harvard or Tim Burton characters. Im looking for rating and advice here! Also wondering if I have any potential? Allow me to also clarify a few things

1. Yes, I have wide eyes, that’s just how they are (though the first picture is a bit widened)

2. My goal isn’t really to look like a super true eve, I just want to seem cute or like a creepy doll so I’m trying to cutemaxx with my features so I can get cuter and of course I’m still gonna look creepy because I just do

3. I do take some pictures weird, it just is what it is

4. I’m wearing braces currently so my jaw will likely experience some change

5. I’m 14 so I cannot hardmaxx (obviously)
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jeff the killer phenotype
 
appledermis said:
This is all so fun it’s like we’re all friends joking around :DDD
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ur 14 tho u can easily cutemaxx if u want, ur going for a doll like look right? fraud with makeup.
try inner corner eyeliner, droopy outer corner eyeliner, big fake lashes, heavy blush, stuff like that. just try to max out ur dimorphism kinda
 
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mimecel said:
ur 14 tho u can easily cutemaxx if u want, ur going for a doll like look right? fraud with makeup.
try inner corner eyeliner, droopy outer corner eyeliner, big fake lashes, heavy blush, stuff like that. just try to max out ur dimorphism kinda
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no one said this becuase its water clearly appealedermis is a r****d which should follow this advice
 
mimecel said:
ur 14 tho u can easily cutemaxx if u want, ur going for a doll like look right? fraud with makeup.
try inner corner eyeliner, droopy outer corner eyeliner, big fake lashes, heavy blush, stuff like that. just try to max out ur dimorphism kinda
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Tysm! I’ll try it sometime!
 
appledermis said:
Tysm! I’ll try it sometime!
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yes and if u want ur eyes to look bigger for some reason try the nyx white jumbo pencil in ur waterline, tho i wouldn’t recommend it because ur eyes are already quite big.
if u ever want them to look smaller, try a brown eye pencil on your waterline.
 
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Also Ill give u a tip cuz I jestered enough, maybe debloat and get skinnier if ur trying to look more time burton esque, cuz them fellas be high key anorexic but i don't recommend getting as skinny as them
 
Dopeman said:
Also Ill give u a tip cuz I jestered enough, maybe debloat and get skinnier if ur trying to look more time burton esque, cuz them fellas be high key anorexic but i don't recommend getting as skinny as them
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Yeah I’ve been kinda bloated lately so that was my goal lowkey
 
appledermis said:
Tyyy! I draw lots. I also write poetry and do choir (do I’m only an alright singer)
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i'm shit at drawings but i like seeing them icl, i lowkey write poetry sometimes too i like writing poems, damn u probably got crazy vocals
 
I call this one “Substitute”

The winding road home ahead had curled into cursive swears, so prominent they evolved into promises. They’re walked on by this afternoon’s doppelganger, in the mirrors, in the window, you wear my face. The skin was initially bright. Bright as the artificial lights you pranced over, as me cemented in that pristine spotlight or the searchlight I cast. You’re a crimson-lipped woman with a red-deficient interior, sporting my integument. .





Today’s dawn is soaked with the supple bone broth. I down even the bitter tea as a preventative measure. The morning imitation pours outside the ladle. But you can not stay, dormant inside me. You could not return to my dermis.





The daily bathing is sterile. I shed self in strips, in exposure and in search. The scrubbing and whittling. It probes for the residue of my sanitary core.





I was an unprofessional volunteer, to disrupt the tesselation of umbrella, upheld by a crowd. With absolute aim, the acrid rain pricks my cheek. I beg it to strip me sterile. But even biting into my marrow, the bleached bland one is me.





The skinny crescent moon rises. A sliver is cut for the waning devil. The evening hunt grows in hunger with the swelling moon. The perp is found in the budding flower of my outstretched hands. I perceived it through my pupil as frequently as it came. I’ll catch you with a staccato pierce with this frame as my guide.





The luminous chest was pried into by my fingers. A tepid interior buoyant with updraft, the pale heart resembled a bagpipe and the carcass decayed with the brazen sunset glow. If not today, then tomorrow’s substitute has stolen my pristine core.
 
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appledermis said:
I call this one “Substitute”

The winding road home ahead had curled into cursive swears, so prominent they evolved into promises. They’re walked on by this afternoon’s doppelganger, in the mirrors, in the window, you wear my face. The skin was initially bright. Bright as the artificial lights you pranced over, as me cemented in that pristine spotlight or the searchlight I cast. You’re a crimson-lipped woman with a red-deficient interior, sporting my integument. .





Today’s dawn is soaked with the supple bone broth. I down even the bitter tea as a preventative measure. The morning imitation pours outside the ladle. But you can not stay, dormant inside me. You could not return to my dermis.





The daily bathing is sterile. I shed self in strips, in exposure and in search. The scrubbing and whittling. It probes for the residue of my sanitary core.





I was an unprofessional volunteer, to disrupt the tesselation of umbrella, upheld by a crowd. With absolute aim, the acrid rain pricks my cheek. I beg it to strip me sterile. But even biting into my marrow, the bleached bland one is me.





The skinny crescent moon rises. A sliver is cut for the waning devil. The evening hunt grows in hunger with the swelling moon. The perp is found in the budding flower of my outstretched hands. I perceived it through my pupil as frequently as it came. I’ll catch you with a staccato pierce with this frame as my guide.





The luminous chest was pried into by my fingers. A tepid interior buoyant with updraft, the pale heart resembled a bagpipe and the carcass decayed with the brazen sunset glow. If not today, then tomorrow’s substitute has stolen my pristine core.
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woah, i liek ur vocab im genuinely savings ts lmao
 
appledermis said:
I call this one “Substitute”

The winding road home ahead had curled into cursive swears, so prominent they evolved into promises. They’re walked on by this afternoon’s doppelganger, in the mirrors, in the window, you wear my face. The skin was initially bright. Bright as the artificial lights you pranced over, as me cemented in that pristine spotlight or the searchlight I cast. You’re a crimson-lipped woman with a red-deficient interior, sporting my integument. .





Today’s dawn is soaked with the supple bone broth. I down even the bitter tea as a preventative measure. The morning imitation pours outside the ladle. But you can not stay, dormant inside me. You could not return to my dermis.





The daily bathing is sterile. I shed self in strips, in exposure and in search. The scrubbing and whittling. It probes for the residue of my sanitary core.





I was an unprofessional volunteer, to disrupt the tesselation of umbrella, upheld by a crowd. With absolute aim, the acrid rain pricks my cheek. I beg it to strip me sterile. But even biting into my marrow, the bleached bland one is me.





The skinny crescent moon rises. A sliver is cut for the waning devil. The evening hunt grows in hunger with the swelling moon. The perp is found in the budding flower of my outstretched hands. I perceived it through my pupil as frequently as it came. I’ll catch you with a staccato pierce with this frame as my guide.





The luminous chest was pried into by my fingers. A tepid interior buoyant with updraft, the pale heart resembled a bagpipe and the carcass decayed with the brazen sunset glow. If not today, then tomorrow’s substitute has stolen my pristine core.
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I like poetry
 
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