I-I'm not a crybaby!

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M-My name is Kise Yayoi. I'm an 8th year student at Tancho Academy. Despite what other people tell you, I-I'm definitely not a crybaby! Well, maybe a little... ((Affiliated with stringoffates)) Girls Dorm H-2! Unfated

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wicked. ((open))

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Gamzee had got to his feet before the bottle had even hit her, managing to go from sat to standing in one movement. He flashstepped over to her, and then just stood awkwardly, because what the fuck was he supposed to do? She was bleeding and crying and there was a part of him that was laughing and honestly the colour of her blood and clearness of her tears were really freaking him out, what the fuck was even all up with that?

“I am all sorts of motherfucking sorry, baby girl, you ain’t all got a motherfucking clue.”

He knelt down next to her, wanting to help but utterly clueless as to how. Because he wasn’t Karkat ‘I could shoosh a charging horrorterror’ Vantas, he was Gamzee ‘I’m one breakdown from genocide’ Makara. There were dead people who’d be more supportive than him. A lot of them, in fact.

He tried anyway, awkwardly papping the air above her head and looking anywhere apart from her. “C’mon, chica, it’s fine, it’s good, you’ll be right as motherfucking rain in no time. Just all gotta stop your weeping.”

Yayoi used her sleeve to wipe some of the blood and tears off of her face, both of which began to slow down in production. She'd definitely have to either get a new uniform or send this one to the cleaners. She opened her eyes, looking up at the strange grey boy crouching next to her. An incredible fear began to fill her heart, not knowing what in the hell he was. He couldn't have been human, nothing about him besides the way his body was shaped could remind a person of themselves. She let out a loud welp and tried to raise herself to her feet, failing and falling flat on her behind instead. It was a rather pathetic sight, a 14 year old girl cowering in fear because of someone trying to pat her on the head.

"W-who are you? Why did you throw that bottle at me?" she barraged him with questions, most of which could be responded to with one or two word answers. The boys almost clownlike appearance reminded her of the Akanbe she once fought alongside her PreCure teammates. For a second, she almost thought he WAS some kind of new Akanbe, one that could even speak english to persuade it's victim that it was friendly. She through this notion out though, as none of the bad end kingdom villains were anywhere in sight.

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wicked. ((open))

Gamzee wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been thinking when he’d decided this was a good idea. Wait, no, that wasn’t true. He hadn’t been thinking anything at motherfucking all.

There were far better ways to be able to slam an elixir than trying to navigate his notoriously shitty modus. Hell, there were places you could buy the shit even here. But instead, the troll was sat outside cross-legged in the grass, colours flashing over his head as his captchalogue decided whether it would be nice to him.

Finally, it released a bottle of Faygo. At terminal velocity, directly towards an innocent bystander’s face.

Yayoi had been sitting under a tree working on her art for the last hour, trying to find a relaxing atmosphere to reflect her drawings. She didn't quite consider herself a "deep" artist, but being a bit mature with the way she draws was nice every now and again. Of course, her drawings primarily consisted of super heroes and magical girls, so as far as you can be mature with those anyway. As she finished her most recent drawing, a rather lewd one of her and an old friend from before she transfered, she noticed a strange..."Boy" sitting on the grass not far from here. She had no idea what in the world he was doing, but he looked like he was having a panic attack.

She got up to approach him, planning to ask if he was alright, but her plan was cut short by a rather bizzare turn of events. As she stepped forward, a bottle of a brand of soda she was in no way familiar with flew at her, smashing her in the face. She fell backwards, letting out a piercing scream and releasing her art book, dozens of pages flying into the wind. She curled up into a ball, holding her hands against her bleeding nose as tears streamed down her face.

"Why would you throw something like that at me?!" she screamed. Something that confused her more was how it achieved such an incredible velocity, but at the moment even that question was blotted out by the blood and tears streaming down the crybaby's face.

#terminallyclownish #hey i should like try and do threads with new people because otherwise i'll get removed from the group #hi

I'll take you up on that offer! || closed - yayoi

For a girl that was very self conscious Yayoi seemed very open to the idea of swimming without being covered up. It was a little off-standing to Asuka and she wondered if the girl would really do such a thing. The redhead decided she would test her. “Well I guess if you do it, it would be weird for me to be wearing my clothes.”

Asuka had a grin spreading across her face, wondering if she could turn Yayoi’s plan to mess with Asuka and fire it back at her. “What do ya’ say Yayoi?” Looking back over her shoulder at the other, she scuffed a little. “Maybe it will be fun.”

Yayoi's face turned a red more intense than Asuka's hair and sweat began to run down her neck. She really was going to do it? There may not be a way out of this now; she might actually have to skinny dip! Tugging at the bottom of her skirt and making making an extremely unconvincing laugh. "Y-Yea, you can do it too! A-And, there won't be anyone there, so there isn't anything to worry about!" she stared at the floor, not looking where she was going. There really wasn't a way out of it now. She just wanted to mess with Asuka, but her joke backfired, as they often do.

She let out a sigh as Asuka rounded a corner, but her being distracted by the situation and her fixation on the ground made her bump directly into a wall. She didn't even know what happened at first as she rubbed her cheek, looking around to see if someone had punched her. "W-what happened?"

i like to draw, too ! [closed&kise]

It didn’t surprise her.

Kise’s art is amazing in Mary’s eyes. It’s only natural, Mary’s own skill is much lower on the scale, only recently moving along to the more practical art mediums, not just crayons which she was so used to using. Her mind is at a crossroad— one side felt a little hurt. It felt a bit like she was being belittled because of how poor her artwork seems compared to Kise’s. On the other hand, look at her.

Kise, the girl whom, when she first spoke to her, was stuttering quite a bit. Her comfort must have hit a nice level.

“I-I never really used these kinds of drawing things before. I used to draw with crayons! I never touched a pencil before.”

It felt silly to admit. With pencils as a medium, her doodles looked far more juvenile than she’d be willing to admit. It’s best to stick to crayons.

“I don’t get it, though. You look pretty in the picture, and the picture is pretty!! Why don’t you like it? It looks good!”

Let’s minus the fact that Mary doesn’t know what ‘arrogant’ means.

Yayoi was shocked to hear her talk about using crayons. Was she really the same age as her? Or was she just very casual about her art, doing it as a form of entertainment rather than expression? She tapped her pencil on the desk, examining the blonde girl before her. She wasn't exactly sure what to say in response to anything she'd said; most specifically the compliments about her art. "I-I suppose it's good, and I guess I'm pretty in it, but I'm not super happy with my appearance in general." Her cheeks turned a bright pink and she placed her hand against the left side of her face.

"I appreciate your kindness, though! I-I mean, you're cute too!" she picked up the picture, staring at it for several moments. The picture wasn't bad at all, even if the style and type of drawing was way out of her usual comfort zone of drawing male super heroes making out .

"I mean, I can give you some tips on using a pencil, if you want. I haven't used crayons since I was a little kid, though."

I'll take you up on that offer! || closed - yayoi

“Well a bathing suit is a bathing suit, I don’t see why people would make fun of you for it.” Asuka began to think over what she had brought to this school. She was sure she must have brought at least one bathing suit, but it would be a waste to go back to her dorm now. What if they got caught?

“I think I have one with me but we’re too far from our rooms now,” she knew that they were already in risk of getting caught here, but somehow, heading back seemed like a terrible plan to the redhead.

“And having a big chest isn’t as nice as it sounds ya know? Don’t you remember you were complaining when we had switched bodies.” Asuka patted her back, “It really is a pain to keep standing straight.” She was exaggerating the weight but only to make Yayoi feel better. For Asuka herself was used to it by now. She never really thought about it anymore.

Yayoi remembered that whole body switching fiasco, and how much she complained about having breasts. "It would be different if I had my own, though! They'd grow progressively and...and...and they would..." Yayoi couldn't think of any other excuses; she wanted her body to become more normal for a 14 year old, but she still wasn't fond of having breasts that hurt her back. She looked up at Asuka's breasts, rubbing her own temple.

"You're right, it probably wouldn't be as great as it looks. Mama always told me that Papa had a bad habit of speaking to her breasts and not her, too." she giggled, trying to imagine her father doing such a thing. He'd always been so shy and quiet when speaking to someone besides her, but he wasn't around anymore so it didn't particularly matter. "A-And you're right, we don't really have time to go back now! We'll just have to manage with our clothes. Or lack there of, if we choose to do so!"

I'll take you up on that offer! || closed - yayoi

“Eyaah!! W-Why would you suggest something like that are you stupid?!”

“We could just where our bras ya know!” What was Yayoi running her mouth about.. Asuka certainly wasn’t used to her being like this. The redhead swallowed hard looking back at the smaller girl.. “N-No one would be at the beach at this hour, other than us.”

Asuka began to realize that it was late and she should keep her voice down, if she had not already given away the two’s location. “Don’t say things like that, idiot..” It was a silent scold but nothing personal against Yayoi. She just didn’t know how to handle the others suggestion and would rather forget about it all together.

Yayoi began to chuckle, putting her hands over her mouth so she wouldn't wake anyone up. She'd never seen Asuka so red in the face! "I was only kidding! I have a bathing suit it's just that it isn't exactly beach attire, you know?" She looked up at her, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sure you have like, a bikini or something, but the only swimsuit I have is a sukumizu that I've had and that's fit me since I was nine. It would be embarrassing to have anyone see me in it." she bit her lip and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"I've also had some people make fun of me and call me a loli when I wear it..." she sighed, wondering if she'd ever grow larger. She raised her hands to hover an inch away from where her breasts would be had she developed some, trying to picture herself with them. "I-I'm sure I'll fill out eventually, just like you though!" she faked enthusiasm, trying to keep the mood alive.

"Yea, one day I'll be a normal sized woman, just like mama, Reika, and Asuka!"

"Precure Princess Form!"

#smile precure #gif

i like to draw, too ! [closed&kise]

Poor girl. Mary’s excited nature must’ve scared Kise a bit. Mary felt bad, now backing off only a little bit. She still wants to see the drawing. Showing off artwork seems like such a prideful thing to do— it made no sense to Mary that someone would be so tentative about it.

Mary took one peek and was awestruck.

“Woowwww!!!! Wow, you’re really good!”

It looked just like Kise, too, if not more… stylish? Is that the right word? A curious expression marks Mary’s face as she spoke up again. “Did you draw yourself like a superhero girl? It makes you look so pretty!!!”

“I’m not nearly as good, but I’ll show you my drawings just like I promised!!”

Mary didn’t let Kise have a say in whether she still wanted to or not, Mary skipping to her table, fumbling in her back for a tiny book. She flipped through. Dozens of drawings (mostly in crayon) were scattered to and fro, the girl only stopping when she found one of her liking. She ran back to Kise’s table, laying the book down so she could see.

A drawing of herself, Ib, and Garry, all with roses— crudely drawn, reminiscent of a child.

“I hope I get to be really good at drawing…!”

As much as Yayoi hated being prideful in her art, she could definitely tell she was better than this girl. Not even by a small amount, a quite significant margin. She was better than Asuka, though, so that was a plus. "Oh no, this isn't that great! I don't really draw this kind of stuff often, and I-I'm not that pretty!" she blushed and rubbed her cheek, greatly embarrassed by her compliments. "You're picture is good too! How long have you been drawing? I mean, you can't have been doing this very long, right?""

Yayoi could feel her palms begining to sweat, fearing that she'd greatly insulted the girl. Was she like Asuka, and wasn't aware how...rather poor her art was? She wouldn't cry like Yayoi would when people told her her art was bad...right? She decided her best option was to backtrack to her art. "I'm not really happy with this picture, though. I feel like a lot of people will call me kind of arrogant for drawing myself in such a, erm, pretty way? I'm not exactly an idol, after all." she laughed,trying to put the picture back into her bag.

i like to draw, too ! [closed&kise]

Did she scare her, Mary wondered. Her chin lifted off the desk, brows knitting together. She must’ve approached her too quickly. Poor Mary didn’t understand the value of taking it slowly, instead approaching something head-on with all the charisma she had. Too much? Most likely.

Regardless of worries, Mary kept her best smile on. She’s going to try and make new friends at the very least! There’s no use over worrying over the wrong things said, right?

“Ohh, cool,” Mary chirped, hopping back on her two feet once again. A lot of students took art just for the sake of an easy grade. Mary loved to draw. Kise must like to draw too. Already common ground! Exciting!!

“Can I see? Pretty please?”

That’s pushing it a tiny bit, Mary.

“I can show you some of my drawings, too! I love drawing. I love it a lot!!”

Yayoi quickly became flustered, not sure whether to show the picture to her or not. She'd either think she was some weirdo who liked to pretend to be a super hero, or maybe even that she was some kind of super hero. Which in some respects she was. Her hand shaking a mile a minute, she decided that she might as well let her see. She slid her hand away slowly, revealing a picture of her as "Princess Peace". She'd planned to draw the rest of the PreCures, but just doing herself such an incredible amount of time.

"It's not very good, most of my art really isn't very good. I've only been working on it for a few days, a-and it still needs a lot of work done!" she muttered, her face turning a shade of pink that could only be compared to a flower, and she gave a laugh so unconvincing that she could practically feel this girl cringing. "I'm sure your art is much better, there isn't much to see here.

#casually links pixiv art because theres no way in hell i could actually draw #falsifiedrose #it's ok though shh

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Neku’s eyes widened for a bit at her optimism - she wanted to be his friend that badly? He found it weird; though not in a sense that everyone else would take it, he just… wasn’t used to people wanted to get acquainted with him at all. He had some mixed feelings, he was shocked, and initially turned off by the extreme straight-forwardness, but it didn’t look like he could refuse unless he was completely willing to break her heart. “Alright, I’ll… I’ll be your friend.” He felt his heart skip a bit of a beat.

“Yayoi, right?”

Yayoi's eyes began to sparkle when he finally responded. She actually began to let out a few tears, though they were of joy. She was so "ultra happy", as she and Miyuki would put it, that she didn't even know what to say. She'd managed to make a friend all on her own, without the help of Asuka, Akane, or Miyuki! All she could think of doing was screaming thank you. Then she decided to take that a step further, and she charged into the boy and hugged his waist (Since that was about all she could reach up to.)

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she screamed, the side of her hair rubbing against the boys stomach. It looked ridiculous as all hell, and he was probably going to get angry at her for doing it, but there wasn't any other way she could express how happy she was.

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“Yeah, it was pretty easy.” The school was big, though luckily Neku had an easy time remembering where most of the locations were due to his memory. If not for that one trait, he would’ve gotten lost around the school frequently the first time he got there. He was a bit surprised at the fact that she had just labeled him as “cool,” no one had called them that before; save for Shiki, who had only told him that he had the potential of pulling off stylish clothes.

Friends? “I’ve met a few people here, but I wouldn’t exactly call them friends.” He made that sound less awkward than how it was supposed to be; except for about two people, the rest of his friends weren’t here. Contrary to what Yayoi thought, he mostly just scared people away with his demenor. “It’s… good that you’ve made a fewfriends here though.”

Yayoi flinched when she heard that he hadn't made many friends. How could someone with such a laid back personality like him not have that many friends? Was he not as magnetic as she first thought he was? She bit the tip of her thumb, trying to figure out what could have put people off from him. Perhaps Yayoi had just been attracted by his attitude as she was to Asuka's somewhat arrogant and proud one. "W-Well, I can be your friend! If you want, I mean. I can be kind of a cry baby, and a lot of people get annoyed by it."

Even Yayoi knew that was a rather pathetic attempt at invoking friendship between them. Even five year olds didn't just say "Hey, let's be friends!!!!" and then walk off to play in a sand box. They just kind of became friends, but here was little Yayoi blatantly asking someone to be her friend. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but pray in her head that he said yes. She'd always wanted a friend that had such cool demeanor, almost like one of her favorite manga heroes.

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Neku could really be better with girls, though in all honestly, he just wasn’t really good with people. Throughout most of his life, he only had one friend, and made a few more not too long ago. However, he was still learning, and in retrospect he could have acted much more rude towards others if not for that.

“I’ve only been here for about three weeks I think.” He hadn’t really counted; compared to a lot of people, his time spent here was not long at all, though he had already gotten used to everything.

And the people here were definitely something else, but he wasn’t going to say that.

Yayoi shifted her body in a short circular motion, back and froth, still struggling to figure out what kind of things she could say to stop the older boy from just walking away. "I see, so I've only been her a week or two longer than you! Have you been able to find your way around the school easily? A few of my friends got lost frequently when they first started here." she giggled, looking up at the boy and giving a head tilt. "Actually, never mind that question. Someone as cool of you can't have any problems as silly as that, right?"

"I bet you've made a lot of friends, too! I definitely have made a few very good ones!" she hoped that he had in fact made friends, otherwise that statement may have been somewhat awkward. Someone who was as calm and collected as him was sure to obtain the interest of some people, right?

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“It’s nice to meet you too.” That was a bit awkwardly said, moreso with the brief silence that formed shortly after the introductions were given. Again, he took a strand of his hair and ruffled it between his fingers while awaiting for the other person to speak up, one of his bad habits.

…She actually agreed to doing his homework for him? “Uh, I was just… kidding.” His eyes widened slightly, feeling a bit bad that he’d allow her to take him seriously. Mathematics was also a subject that he had slight trouble with, but he really wasn’t going to let her do it for him. He also didn’t take any art classes… but maybe if he were to get a simple drawing assignment for a random class he’d let her do it, just so that she won’t bug him anymore about returning the favor (ironically). “But alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Yayoi was relieved to hear he was kidding. She was honestly a bit worried that she'd be doing some kind of horrible physics problem all night to make up for such a minor accident. However, she was stuck on what to say next. While she hadplenty of things to bring up during "girl talk", speaking to guys was a whole different story. The only male she'd ever really gotten along with was her father, and he hadn't been around for nearly 10 years now.

"S-So, how long have you been going to Tancho? I've only been here a few weeks, but I really like it here. Everyone is pretty nice and there's always something going on, even if I'm not participating." she chuckled, remembreing how she opted to skip out on that slumber party and the pool party.

"I haven't seen you before today, so you can't have been here long, right?"

i like to draw, too ! [closed&kise]

Class was out now. As the teacher gave his final lectures, the students began to weed out one by one. The teacher himself would soon follow suite, leaving whatever students chose to linger behind to their own.

Mary loved art class. She loved to draw, albeit she wasn’t very good at it. The young girl really did hope to improve one day, and if she kept at it, she would surely see signs of getting better, right? That’s what she was hoping for. Until then, she will keep practicing.

The friends she’s already made were leaving the school. It felt pretty bad the more she thought about it— no, she could make new friends. Mary was freed from the gallery. Now isn’t the time to succumb to a little loneliness. Look at her, surrounded by young boys and girls roughly her age, all waiting to be friends with her. The thought itself excited her.

Another girl stayed behind, it looks like. Was she too into her drawing and didn’t notice the bell ring? Or was she like her, and didn’t have to take another class afterwards right away! Mary wore her best smile, gingerly striding to the girl’s table. Her legs bent, reclining to squat in front of the table, chin resting on its surface. Mary spoke.

“Whatcha drawing?”

Yayoi often stayed late after art class to take advantage of the free supplies that were available to her. Once in a while another student stayed, but they were generally quiet and ignored her when they did. She'd become better at showing people her art lately, and had even taken the initiative to ask for her professor's opinion on a manga she'd drawn. She could attribute it mostly to Asuka after she had a relapse of anxiety regarding her art upon coming to Tancho.

The current picture she was working on was actually a drawing of the PreCure's Princess form. Lately she'd found herself rather melancholy since she hadn't even been able to send her friends letters. Most of her attempts to keep the attention of another student long enough to actually become friends had failed horribly.

She'd happily been minding her own art as the bell finally rung when she heard someone approaching her. Too nervous to look, she hoped it was just the teacher trying to remind her that the class had already ended, as he often did. Of course, when the stranger finally piped up, it was a fellow student.

“Whatcha drawing?”

Dropping her pencil and tensing up for a moment, she turned to look at the other girl. She looked to be about her age, and even was fairly close in height unlike a lot of other students. At first, she'd covered the page with her hands, but decided that she would never get over this issue if she didn't take baby steps.

"Uh, well, it's a picture of my friends and I." she stuttered, trying to figure out how to explain why she was drawing them in such ridiculous attire. As adorable as she found the form, a lot of people might think it looked odd.

プリキュアの黄色がこんなに腐ってるわけがない | くらう(九郎) [pixiv]

#kise yayoi #smile precure

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When she stepped closer, he felt the very slight tendency to step back as a reflex as he usually would, but he didn’t this time. Neku simpled looked down with his eyes a big wide, her enthusiasm confusing him a bit.

He figured that she was younger judging from her appearance; she was nearly a foot shorter than he was and looked quite vulnerable like a child would. He placed his hand on his shoulder before giving an introduction. “Neku Sakuraba. Just call me Neku.

“…As for the favor, you could try doing my homework for me.” It was intended as a sarcastic joke; he didn’t expect her to even know anything about what he was learning since he was a grade above her.

Neku, that was an easy name to remember. She was getting much better at this social interaction thing, and her venture out here went from miserably pathetic to alright in a matter of minutes. "It's very nice to meet you, Neku." She considered offering him her hand, but that would likely be too formal for a situation like this. That's when Yayoi heard him mention his homework.

"Your homework? I don't know if I'm the best to do that, especially math. I have enough trouble doing basic algebra, let alone what you must be taking." she gave a weak chuckle as a her cheeks turned a light pink. While by no stretch was she stupid, she wasn't exactly Reika. Especially in math. The time where she had trouble adding up to 10 in front of her friends still haunted her. "I suppose i could try though! If you have any assignments that need drawing to be done then I could help with that."

I'll take you up on that offer! || closed - yayoi

Asuka waved away the others remark about boys, she could agree. They all thought about the same idiotic, and disgusting things. They were just weak. “I understand! Don’t worry Yayoi..” Asuka patted the other on the back, proud that she had stood up for herself. The redhead believed that the gesture was praise enough for the smaller girl.

Oh boy— was Yayoi sure running with the stick now! Asuka couldn’t help but praise her own self now for making the golden haired girl so comfortable around Asuka. “I’d love to go swim actually!”

“But..” Asuka began to look a bit down now, seeing her plan falling apart a bit. “Do we need bathing suits or could we go swimming in our clothes?” Well they could still go to the beach and not swim. Bu Asuka was certainly not going to ruin her dress.

Yayoi flinched, realizing that she couldn't really swim in her clothes either, nor was she comfortable going skinny dipping. Asuka may have been doing so, considering how proud of her body she was, but it still wasn't a particularly safe idea. Two naked 14 year olds in an extremely unfamiliar place was just asking for trouble. She did have a swimsuit of sorts, but it was certainly not the kind of bathing suit Asuka had in mind.

"We could just wear nothing, you know! I'm sure everyone there would appreciate the view!" she decided to mess with Asuka, completely forgetting what her prankster attitude got her last time. "Oh, yes, that would be loads of fun!" she paused in the middle of the hallway, shaking slowly back and forth. Getting Asuka to freak out would be a huge accomplishment for her and would be a huge self esteem boost.

"What do you think of that, Asuka-chan?"

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