when i was younger, i sometimes used to cut my bottom lip with a small scissor. i wanted to be cool and to have a cool going across my lips! never worked out.
jesus what was little me on

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when i was younger, i sometimes used to cut my bottom lip with a small scissor. i wanted to be cool and to have a cool going across my lips! never worked out.
jesus what was little me on

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Do you know how when you're younger, you watch something, perhaps a cartoon, an anime, a movie... And you latch on the coolest character... It happens so easily! You are now that character.
(You may have been the type to get miffed that someone else near you might claim they are that character too. If you've experienced this primordial "no dubs", you know how it represents the extent of your rapid and innocent assimilation of that character.)
Whatever incongruities exist between you and the character are irrelevant. Whether it be Data from Star Trek, Suigintou from Rozen Maiden, Catra from SPoP, or whatever Bleach character tickled your budding aesthetic sense a little too hard, you know this character is utterly cool. You know this character is you, or at the very least could be you.
If you don't have conviction, you at least have such a warm hopeful feeling about it. You connect! Even if the connection is much more with an image of an image than the character in the canon-reality of their respective fiction.
Now, generally, as you grow older, this ability starts waning. A gradual process that almost never makes its decline known.
You start noticing all the ways in which, no, you're not really like those characters. Characters in general can only be a subset of real people.
They are fictional, you are not.
You have to function in a society, they do not.
You're bound to be less extreme.
You appreciate these characters perhaps with a new light. You are more particular. Over the years you have become more of a person, you have more nuances. You're richer now, no character can contain you, and this can in its own way feel good. But it contains a great loss.
Before, you needed literally nothing but the burning conviction of how utterly cool this character is to give you ultimate and undeniable right to become them. Somewhere along the line, you started to feel like you needed reason and permission for this! You are shy to wear the mantle now. Your big and mighty grown up ego is timid about what clothes it gets to wear now!
Consider what characters represent the most wish fulfillment for you. Tap into your inner child. Ignore your differences and imagine yourself as them! Are you them but less exuberant? That's fine, you are now that character but less exuberant.
Deviations do not make it false. You do not need emulation. You need affinity, conviction and enjoyment!
Take my hand and take a step towards it, practice being whoever you want to be!
Trust me. Chuuni is in. Chuuni is hot. I want some chuuni. Chuuni its gonna be.
do you really want to exist on earth and never have a catchphrase?
imagine using up your whole entire life never having come up with one thing You in Particular™ shout with a flashy pose and sparkles
chuuni! is proper and refined!
Just an old doodle of Carrion I forgot to post

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Chaotica
Spin attack into spin attack! Spin around and let it go off track Give up on restraint and order Take my hand, we'll erase every border
Cease yearning and doubting all day There's things to be and angels to slay! You don't have time to worry mid motion Queue up this move, unleash your emotion Allow your muscles a moment for slack Up next, explode that tension: spin attack!
Forget returning to your senses Become our chaos overlord We rescue winsome princesses So we can put them to the sword!
Forget those saints in lonesome chains Kill your old self and take the reins Let's have it written on her plaque Tedious bitch killed by spin attack
Kantonian Espurr
See, the beautiful thing about grown-ass trans women being chuuni is that most of us never got to be kids. Our childhoods were stolen by someone else. I might just be speaking for myself here, but I never got to be an 8th grader and have delusions of grandeur or dream of having magic powers or secret knowledge or wear edgy little outfits. He had the opportunity to do that. But I never got that, and now he's dead. So now here I am, a 20-year-old woman wishing I were a magical girl and a princess and thinking about wearing outfits with spikes and black leather and lace and growing my bangs over my eyes to keep from unleashing my secret power. It's really cringe, but it's beautiful.