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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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Heya! I know I've got a busy few weeks ahead of me, so I'd like to put Matsuno Osomatsu from Osomatsu-san on a semi-hiatus please! Today's February 6th. Thank you!!

One osumemetsu placed on semi-hiatus!

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#thank you!#he is the osomemetsu indeed #•●• ooc #Happy Chinese New Year everyone!! \o/#I'll be busy with family stuff but I'll get to replies whenever I can :D

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“Well, you looked like you were sitting here all alone, so I thought I’d come say hi!” Either not registering or not worried about the other’s tone of voice, Osomatsu leaned in further, looking greatly surprised as he caught sight of the page.

“Wow, did you draw this manga all by yourself?” His eyes snapping back up towards his interlocutor, Osomatsu tilted his head slightly as he took a long look at the man in front of him. “When I think of manga artists, I kind of imagine people more like Akatsuka-sensei...” This guy certainly could not look anything less like his own creator, with both the crazy hair and how young he looked.

He had been on a roll. His hand flowed as the page all came together; blocking, then buildings, and then finally, the characters themselves, all in a beautiful flow of ink-splattered fingers and pristine white paper. His eyes were widened, his pupils dilated fully as Rohan worked.

Screaming brought his hand to a stop before the mark could be messed up. His pupils retracted to a normal position, and his head whipped around, a scowl written deep inside of his mouth. His eyebrows scrunched, bringing his headband down with them.

“What.” He growled unhappily, blowing lightly on the page before the other could ruin it with their paws.

#heavensvdoor #•●• rohan ic #sORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY WOW #also this sounds fourth wall breaking (and it is) but they have a picture of akatsuka-sensei hanging on their wall so :'D #queue here for cute girls

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“Oh, uh,” Osomatsu fumbled a few seconds longer, briefly lapsing into silence, his gaze shifting between his brother and the two cats as he focused on finishing the food in his hands, using that as an excuse to stall. There just really was no good way to put this, and it wasn’t like he frequently went to Ichimatsu for issues like this - or any issues at all - anyway. In fact, how would he go about telling any brother that he felt like there were weird blanks forming in his memory, not only in regards to his siblings but also other people in general?

“It’s just...” he started, before clearing his throat slightly, “I mean, isn’t this place just super weird, Ichimatsu?” Pushing away from the rail, Osomatsu crouched down next to his brother, staring at him intently as though wondering whether he would suddenly morph into someone different, or just disappear altogether. “Tell me, when’s the last time you remember seeing me, ever?”

He knew, in the back of his mind, that that probably wasn’t the best question when it came to trying not to trouble his brothers about the whole memory thing, but the scary part was that he wasn’t even sure what his own answer would be, if the situation were reversed. Even if he hadn’t seen Ichimatsu in this city before - as much as that fleeting edge of a memory suggests he had - he wasn’t even completely sure when the last time he saw his brother back home was. Sure, it’s been a month and a half since he’d gotten here, but he had expected memories of home to stick more than they currently did, right? Apparently not.

Ichimatsu isn’t even surprised, when Osomatsu simply takes it at face value and doesn’t see any kind of possible, thinly-veiled intent behind it. (Then again, Osomatsu didn’t see the intent behind much anything.) He was wondering if Osomatsu would remember the events from back home, (The-One-Karamatsu-Should-Never-Speak-of-Ever-If-He-Wants-to-Fucking-Live), and if offering the same treats he’d so impulsively and— stupidly stolen would strike him as some kind of odd. Maybe he’d even realized, back then, that the whole thing was actually happening and that he’d been simply playing along (Osomatsu was stupid, but— you couldn’t really be sure) and that said offering would prod him to comment on such a thing.

Apparently, though, he didn’t: only looked surprised and happy at the idea of offered snacks, and so Ichimatsu spits a scoff from between his teeth, looking faintly irritated, and turns away from the sound of joyous munching and thanks as he thinks about how he’s going to have to buy some more later, at the rate his older brother’s eating them now. ESP Kitty meows from atop a box by his heels, and lowers his head to take a nap.

Ichimatsu’s gone to petting the tabby, now, pulling his fingers through her rather well-kempt fur, pausing to give her a little itch behind her left ear; she seemed to enjoy that one, as she plops onto her side and flails her paws at the sky, pink belly of soft fur unraveling. Ichimatsu lifts his hand, warily, in case she got feisty and wanted to take a nip. Meanwhile, to Osomatsu he says, “Feeding the cats. And I know. I just happened to buy the snacks here. I don’t want to walk all the way to somewhere else.”

And then the munching falters. Ichimatsu looks up, a bit startled by the sudden silence with a couple of blinks, and sees Osomatsu’s expression before frowning up at it.

“What?” he says flatly, a bit warily.

#nekosmatsu #•●• ichi ic #lil bros #I don't think I've said this anywhere yet #but the premise I've been operating under is that oso has clear memories of his world up till when he (I) joined #which is ep 10 #and then he gets spirited back for each episode with his citta memories temporarily wiped #and then he comes back and gets the fact that that happened somewhere in between his stay in the city also wiped #so as of right now if he's not thinking too hard about it (which I mean... given he's oso he rarely does) he'll think he came to citta #AFTER the events of 17 #but if he really thought hard about it (like now) he'll realize wait no all he can clearly remember in a continuous way is up to 10 #and then everything after that is just fragments of about half an hour in a week #and since he's been here like 7 weeks his sense of time is just about at that royally screwed up point #:'D #queue here for cute girls

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Huh. He didn’t even know there were forests on the edge of his town, much less that he’d end up here after taking what he thought was a detour on his way back home from the convenience store. Sure, it was almost dinner time, but come on, beer and dirty magazines were staple items in his life! Just as important as any meal, and worth heading out for.

...And apparently, also worth getting lost for, as Osomatsu was quickly realizing. How exactly two blocks had become ‘all the way to the edge of town,’ as well as how exactly he managed to get lost on the way back from a place he’d thought he knew like the back of his hand, the eldest Matsuno had no idea. He gave a sigh as his stomach growled. “I’m hungry... Maybe I’ll get home if I turn around and go straight back,” he muttered to himself, turning away from the dark forest and heading back out into the light. Why exactly he’d chosen to go any distance into the forest in the first place was also not something he was giving much thought to.

Though, now that he knew there was a huge, dark forest here, maybe he’d take his brothers exploring one day or something. This place was as good as any for a hangout, and coming with them would make it much more fun than being here alone--

Ow. Osomatsu flinched a bit as he felt several sharp points pressing against his shoulder, interrupting his train of thought, but relaxed when he heard what the person behind him was saying. Even though he hadn’t heard the other approach, it was very obviously one of his brothers coming out to find him, and then trying to scare him after they’ve succeeded, right? Edge of forest at dusk, the whole ‘little human’ thing, ha ha. Sure, if the situation were reversed, he’d totally pull the same prank, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was super weak. Not to mention rude, because whatever his brother was using to simulate fingernails was going to rip actual holes in his hoodie. Osomatsu crossed his arms, speaking without turning around for a moment.

“Ok, if this is your idea of a joke, let me, as the oldest brother, tell you that I wouldn’t give it a score of more than--” He finally turned. And promptly fell silent, the bag in his hand falling to the ground in a rustle of plastic and clinking of glass.

Yeah, this wasn’t one of his brothers. The whole demon getup with the wings and the tail, sure, they had costumes of that at home, but said appendages were currently moving, which was not normal by any stretch of imagination. The face that looked back was also his - not one of his brothers’, he could tell even in this dim light - not to mention this guy had his voice, now that he really focused on it, and this made no sense at all. Osomatsu shuffled back several steps.

“W-whoa, what are you?” he asked, “Your face looks just like mine!” Which was pretty much what the other guy said, only more eloquently. You know, if this was one of his brothers’ idea of a prank, maybe he would give them a higher score after all, for all the effort that went into it. “What, are you Todomatsu?” he leaned in a bit despite his earlier apprehension, focusing on the other’s face to look for any telling details. Something this thorough would probably be the brain child of his youngest brother. Who was, fittingly, demonic enough for this outfit anyway.

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The demon scoffed to himself. Today, normal as ever - humans were far too wimpy to even take a step into this place. He expected that, and began to gnaw lightly on his pointed fingernails, out of what he could call complete boredom. Or what anybody could call it. Who wouldn’t be lonely given these circumstances?

Being a demon certainly did have its downsides. All of the other devils down there in Hell, Osomatsu deemed bullies. (He wasn’t wrong, though, really! Rather, he didn’t think he was wrong….) Ruthless predators who ate humans every other day. That would make others think that he was a bully, too. How assumptive. Personally, Osomatsu thought humans were kind of cute, although a little stupid - that latter opinion tied into that of their ‘assumptive’ trait.

He let his wings drift in the light breeze, lidding his eyes a little exaggeratedly; dramatically, that is. The demon was glad he let the wind play with them, because that allowed him to see something that really caught his attention. Much like an alert dog, he raised his once-slouching back; widening his red eyes; stilling his tail.

The sight was all thrilling, surprising, and very, very unexpected.

Osomatsu rubbed his eyes, blinking them repeatedly, trying to convince himself that he was nothing but merely hallucinating. Or dreaming. But yet the figure still stood there - the figure that resembled him, minus the demon parts. But still - what the hell? This was like his human counterpart… he could say that with more than just ease. Anybody would say that.

Or… no. Maybe the person could be some sort of exorcist. Trying to trick him, trying to confuse him; once given that they’d pour holy water on his wings, chop off his tail…! That was probably the most plausible answer, seeing as someone who looked exactly like him, out here, meeting so indirectly and randomly - that, that was stupid. (Destiny probably wasn’t real. Who believed in that stuff?) With that thought, immediately it became the only one, the only answer he considered. Osomatsu tensed his shoulders, snorting as he did, with what resembled a smirk more than anything else.

“Oh, little human,” he mused to himself, as if trying to tone his voice for when he would approach his prey. “Hm. ‘Why is it that you have the same face as me? Surely that isn’t a coincidence.’” Even in the midst of the hunt, he let himself chuckle, shielded under his hand. “I like the sound of that!” he cooed playfully to himself, trying to prevent his earlier snicker from turning into a blatant cackle.

Osomatsu took his every step with a sly caution, his red eyes narrowed, fixated on his victim. It was hard for him to be seen in any case, even though it was in the early morningtime. The forest was naturally pitch-black, seldom did it let even the tiniest slivers of light in. But he took notice that his human doppelgänger had approached the light - wow, they were at the entrance of the place? He hadn’t noticed, whoops - and so maybe this hunt would be a little more difficult.

But given that the human was off-guard; unaware, perhaps it wouldn’t be as difficult as perceived. Judging again, he realized that all it took was for him to slink up to the other’s back, and block out the light by spreading his wings… how dramatic!, but it certainly would add tension. All more fun.

The mortal hadn’t noticed him yet. That was good.

The demon scoffed, first, but then let it roll into a quiet laugh. Grasping the other’s shoulders, he lightly dug his pointed fingertips into the human’s clothing. He slowly waved his tail back and forth, as if he was pleased, awaiting to see his prey’s reaction. “Little huuuman,” Osomatsu purred, bringing out the latter word. “What’re you doing here? How especially suspicious, seeing how if we gaze into each other’s eyes, we see our own faces… it’s like a looking-glass.

“What do you say?”

#akumatsusan #non ca #•●• demonoso ic #if you're oso and I'm oso the plane would crash bc this neet 1000% does not know how to drive a plane :'D #queue here for cute girls

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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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♥ - my muse tends to cling to {cutie-matsu}

Put a symbol in my ask for a character that…

Any of his bros, really ;w; The ratio of ‘degree to which Oso wants/needs to hang out with his brothers’ to ‘degree to which said brothers want/need to hang out with Oso’ is probably fairly high, and he’s almost always the one to go ‘hey let’s play together!!!’ He’s also not prone to be the one to walk out of a conversation first, no matter whether it’s an argument or parting on amicable terms. For all that he’s the eldest, he really is a rather clingy sibling.

#Anonymous #cutie matsu #hello!! :D #thank you for the ask!#meme sunday #•●• responses #queue here for cute girls

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☑✉♫

Put a symbol in my ask for a character that…

☑ - my muse wants to know better

There are many new people in this city compared to back home, but when it really comes down to it, Oso’s answer is going to be his brothers again! For this one, I’d say he’d go with either Ichi or Juushi. The former because he’s so overtly cagey about things, and the latter because… well… /gestures at the last segment of today’s ep like??? There are many moments he acknowledges he knows almost nothing about Juushi, and it’s not like he’s the best at explaining /more gestures @ McHorny >8(

✉ - my muse likes to pester / talk to

EVERYONE like this one isn’t just all his brothers but also every single person that he is acquainted with. I’ve said this before, but Oso really likes being with people; even though he might prefer being with his brothers sometimes (I’ve noticed a few weeks ago when stuff started getting really irl busy on my end, I had a hard time getting Oso to do any replies with anyone who wasn’t a brother), he’s usually happy with just having someone to chat with.

♫ - my muse likes to get into antics with

Oof, when he was young, this was Choro for sure, but now… well, it’d probably still be him just by precedence, but he’s just such a wet blanket about things sometimes now that his other brothers are climbing. Totty would be almost up there with Choro if he participated willingly and wholeheartedly more often. Juushi too if he were more accurate with his octopus hold targets. Ichi if he weren’t too busy playing with (and turning into) cats all the time. Kara if he didn’t try (and fail) so hard to make everything look cool.

…Yeah, his options are depressingly more limited now that he and his brothers are grown up, aren’t they?

#hassurumassuru #meme sunday #•●• responses #I sAW THAT LINK SLKDFJALSKDFJASDCFWPE #WOW????#THANK U FOR THIS PAIN #aND THEN AFTER I READ THAT A PROMO FOR THE TOUGOU-AU OSO CAME UP ON MY DASH #AND I WAS LIKE hhhhhHHHHHH #MY HEART #;A;#queue here for cute girls

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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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ooc--{{In about ten minutes I’ll be boarding a flight back to California. I’ll finally return to the land of GMT-8 as is my natural habitat *v* Feel free to send me more symbols, and I’ll get to them (along with all the replies I owe) after I get home! Thanks and have fun!!}}

#•●• ooc #thus ends (temporarily) the tale of eri the timezone hopper

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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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☁ - makes my muse wish they could fix their relationship

Osomatsu’s way too optimistic about all his relationships, platonic or otherwise, to actually have someone in mind when faced with this question. If he really, really thought about it on a melancholy day, though... someone does come to mind, actually.

Choromatsu.

How close they were when they were little, how many antics they spearheaded as a team... Now his third brother is all ‘we have to get jobs!’ and ‘be responsible as the eldest sibling!’ with that high and mighty attitude... Well, not that he was that different. For all his talk, he didn’t have a job yet either. Hell, Todomatsu got farther than he did. Osomatsu didn’t know whether that thought should bring him more annoyance or relief. Both, probably.

And besides, the correct term still wasn’t ‘fix,’ exactly. There was nothing wrong with what they had now! He was still able to tease his little brother mercilessly, and Choromatsu’s reactions were always fun to see. There were still many moments when the two of them could talk to each other about anything, from the most serious to the most inane topics.

But just... sometimes it’d be cool if things didn’t have to change at all, even as they grew up, right?

#greenfilia #thanks! :D #ahaha this turned out an awkward half-IC thought stream half-OOC thing #meme sunday #•●• responses

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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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✎

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

this is moneymatsu reblog in three minutes or risk having your paycheck squandered for one whole year

#aaaaa thank you!!#so cute oh man #(but how much monetary luck can this neet really bring)#:'D #grimcire #matsu hell is real

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firstbornmatsu · 8 years

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Put a symbol in my ask for a character that...

♟ - my muse obeys ♛ - my muse admires ☯ - acts as a foil to my muse ♥ - my muse tends to cling to ☒ - my muse refuses to talk to ☀ - my muse refuses to talk about ☑ - my muse wants to know better ✉ - my muse likes to pester / talk to ★ - has the complete trust of my muse ☢ - my muse cannot stand being around ♫ - my muse likes to get into antics with ? - always manages to confuse my muse ♡ - my muse is crushing on / in love with ☎ - my muse first contacts in a emergency ☃ - my muse has very mixed feelings about ☮ - makes my muse feel calm when around them ✗ - my muse likes to pick arguments / fights with ◎ - makes my muse feel empty when around them ☁ - makes my muse wish they could fix their relationship ☊ - keeps my muse grounded or my muse keeps grounded ! - makes my muse piss their pants / run in fear at their presence ☓ - has scarred my muse in some way ( physically, mentally, emotionally, etc )

#meme sunday #writing prompts #o/

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Osomatsu instinctively retaliated by bringing his hands together and squirting a jet of it back at Karamatsu, before spinning off in another direction, raising his arms as though he were really on some amusement park ride instead of... this thing. It was more than a little bit weird, yeah, if you really thought about it, but he was really having too much fun to care. Except... wait. Now it was getting a little warmer - and what was with the strangely orange-ish glow up ahead? Oh... oh.

Holy crap, it was on fire--!

“Whoa!” Osomatsu tilted himself to the right, barely avoiding the spreading flames as he spun in place a few times, just managing to come to a sitting stop before any part of his body got caught in the flames. Wow, this looked less fun. More painful, and not in the sense his second brother usually brings to mind either.

Wait, speaking of which... where did Karamatsu go again?

#karasmatic #death by lube-induced fire #wHAT A WAY TO GO but I am saving oso from that fate omg #I'm a serious rper #we're all serious rpers #but just for today #that is an utter lie

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“Karamatsu! You’re already in it? Well, I can’t let you have all the fun to yourself, right?”

Instead of offering any help at all, Osomatsu elects to jump in right after him, deliberately ramming straight into his brother to increase his momentum. Come on, what did you expect?

Just so happens to conveniently slip by Osomatsu. The lube is too good, he’s sliding out of control. Help me, brother.

#karasmatic #oUT OF ALL THE BROTHERS #ONLY CHORO WOULD BE OF ANY HELP IN THIS SITUATION PROBABLY #OR BE WILLING TO BE OF ANY HELP #what do I even tag this #I'm crYING

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“A slip ‘n slide made out of what?”

Oh hey, that actually sounded kind of familiar, as though something similar has appeared in his life before. Not to mention fun! “Whoa, I’m definitely checking this out!”

#dash commentary #/flashbacks to ep 16 #no but srsly what is going on

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It wasn’t often that Osomatsu ventured out all the way into the district farthest away from the one he lived in, especially given its reputation of pollution. He did frequent Sector 1, however, and on this particular day he just happened to have both the extra time and the curiosity to take a spin around the Industrial Sector, instead of heading straight home, after managing to make a modest sum at the pachinko parlor that had luckily shifted near the main street. And a good thing I did, too! he thought merrily to himself, as he found himself face to face with someone all too familiar.

“Ichimatsu!” he exclaimed, leaning over his younger brother and grinning, not only at the pleasantly surprising meeting, but also at his rather unexpected generosity with his food. “Awesome, thanks!” Osomatsu grabbed a large handful out of the proffered bag, starting to pop them into his mouth as he leaned against a nearby, grimy rail. Man, these tasted just the same as the ones back home.

“Oh yeah, Ichimatsu, what are you doing all the way out in this icky place?” he asked with his mouth full, “There’s cats in the other sectors too, you know? Or do you live here or something?”

...Osomatsu paused, mid-chew, at his own question, feeling a sense of déjà vu creeping up in his mind. Didn’t he already know where Ichimatsu lived? But he couldn’t have, because this was the first time he’d seen his fourth brother in the city... Wait, was it?

He resumed eating, though now staring down at Ichimatsu with an odd expression. This city really messed with your memories sometimes, didn’t it?

@firstbornmatsu

He’s stuck in a new trashy city, living in a new trashy district, which is rather fitting. Or— that’s what they call it, at least. Beta, or whatever, as if they’re cool for naming places after Greek letters, and that naming them all fancy would somehow make up for how messed up this all is. If they really wanted to be smart they should’ve put him in Alpha, or Delta, but they’re probably too stupid to do that, anyway, though it’s not like Ichimatsu’s complaining any.

Anyway.

He’s got ESP Kitty with him, at least, and even though he’s lost that weird psychic ability of his and can’t spit out that bullshit anymore, Ichimatsu can’t help but feel grateful for the company. With the cat in tow, he’s managed to find the same snacks he’d fed to the strays back home to offer to the strays here, too. Maybe strike up some friendship with the the same way he’s done it at home, and make living here even at least little more bearable.

Ichimatsu’s waggling a snack at one of them— a small long-haired tabby with striking green eyes— when he hears someone approaching. Blinking, he looks up.

He frowns.