#Ososan images
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kasmirkozel · 7 months ago
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I reckon it'd be rad if iyami, matsuyo and matsuzō had a poly relationship :3
the matsuno bros would fuckin hate it tho
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lordofthesillystraws · 1 month ago
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FINALLY MY OWN ART
UNFORTUNATELY ITS SELF-INDULGENT AS HELL
enjoy osomatsu being everybody's stupid dog ig
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bugdogg · 1 year ago
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cute image i came across
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flyingspicerack · 2 years ago
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☠️➕⚾️🟰💛
A gift for @oh-gh0st of Shinushi
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karamatsov · 2 years ago
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aughh fucking roomba
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ciicadidae · 1 year ago
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wip that i almost finished and gave up on from a while ago. have him
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hamueltobin · 1 year ago
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hey guys rate my fit
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polymathial · 2 days ago
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TOTONYAA VS IRO
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pekodayz · 1 year ago
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found what was uhh beta aini molly and usiuii. plus 2 other mystery ocs
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thebardisabird · 2 years ago
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As an ambassador for the thick thigh club, I felt this one in my soul. So to my Karamatsu babes with stretchmarks - this one’s for y’all. Will be tagging this as tw: body image & tw: body insecurity just in case!  Under the cut!
It had hit you just after you got out of the shower this morning, a small deep red stripe that shone bright against the curve of your inner thighs. Your fingertips traced it in worry, the flesh feeling soft and wrinkled under the pads of your fingers. It felt ugly.  You spent the rest of your day absentmindedly tracing over the mark through your clothing, it’s mere existence disturbing your peace. It made you hate the way you looked at your body, jagged with these same physical cracks littered all over you. The feeling of being broken with all the scattered lines - unlovable because soft, unmarred skin was now stricken through permanently. You had to force your thoughts away from it until you made it home, all of your emotions beginning to well into your throat unwillingly. 
-- Your day came and went, thankfully, and soon you were in the comfort of your own home. Your heart was heavy as you stared at your reflection once more in only your top and underwear, planning simply just to change out of your work clothes. Tears blurred your vision, and you let out a frustrated sigh at the streaks that splayed over your body. Amidst your sniffling, your boyfriend stood at the doorway to your bedroom, his quiet entrance going unnoticed as he watched you scrutinize yourself with such heart aching disdain. With a softened look, he called your name from where he stood. Your gasp was sharp and you moved to blot at your eyes almost immediately.  “Karamatsu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, I--” “...I love them, you know.”  Your heart caught in your throat, “I...I’m sorry?”  He moved closer to you, his eyes slowly drifting from your thighs and all the way upwards until he met on your dampened eyes, “I love them...those marks you seem to hate so much.”  You broke eye contact to stare off ashamedly, “You saw me, huh?” the sigh that left was heady, you both felt it; in embarrassment, you turned away from him, “I just...they look so awful. Like I’ve been wounded or like...I don’t take care of myself, I don’t know.” Frustration clawed at your throat once more, “They make me feel ugly.” 
Hands gently smoothed over your shoulders, “...Lay down, my love.”  You shifted back towards him, “Why? I need to finish changing first.”  “You can later, I promise...right now, I just want you to lay down on the bed, okay?” Karamatsu coerced you carefully, walking you over to the bed now. Confusedly you did as you were asked, the majority of your body laying across the sheets save for your legs that dangled over the edge of the mattress. Little did you expect for your boyfriend to slide himself between your thighs, the bulk of his shoulders lifting up the backs of your thighs as he did.  “Karamatsu!” came your surprised yelp, “I haven’t showered yet, I need to-”  “Hush, my love,” he cut you off once more, and your words fell from your lips. Dark brown irises found your slightly panicked stare, “I want you to understand something...” and his gaze shifted to the soft expanse of your thighs, “These marks...make you more beautiful than you could ever comprehend.”  His lips pressed to a spot just past where your knee and inner thigh connected. You bit your lip as you watched him kiss a few more spots on your thighs, interchanging between the two mounds of flesh. The gentle admiration and even more tender caresses of his fingers against your skin made you the tears behind your eyelids threaten to spill.  “In Japanese art there’s something called Kintsugi,” he sighed against your thigh, “Gold being used to fill in the cracks of damaged pottery...only to make it anew and more refined than ever.” His fingertips smoothed over your fresh stretch marks, “You were never ever broken darling,” and he kissed them with a  warm fondness, “Your body is a vessel of love, so much so that these are proof - stripes imprinted physically; made from a heart that loves and is well loved,” you caught him smiling now in admiration, “Stripes that only serve to make you as beguiling beyond measure...a work of art and beauty nearest to my heart.”  He kissed the softened scars once more and it made your heart start to race with how close he was to your sex. He didn’t miss the whimper in your voice, but instead chuckled low in response. His palms smoothed up your thighs, settling at your hips.  “Don’t you see, my flower?” Karamatsu cooed, “These stretch marks are a part of you - and with everything I am, I adore every part of you there is to have.”  Deft fingers curled around the band of your underwear, tugging them downward until he could get them fully off of you. With sincerity in his gaze, he gripped your thighs and settled your legs fully over his shoulders.  “Now,” purred Karamatsu, as he placed one last kiss on your thigh, “Allow me to rid you of your worries of today, and convince you of how truly exquisite you are both outside...and in.” 
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osomatsuconfessions · 4 months ago
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if someone sends in blmatsu art please tag the post as blmatsu (ToT) as to not jumpscare those who have the tag blocked
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lordofthesillystraws · 1 month ago
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hiiii i filled this thing out
template here!! (made by @cherryberrymatsu)
edited to include @ lol
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bugdogg · 1 year ago
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Nobody asked for this but here you go:
Ichiban Cafe Osomatsu-san ~Chokkai Kake Matsu!?
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flyingspicerack · 2 years ago
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just.... wanted to draw some of the cute s/is ive come across recently
@oh-gh0st @yosomats @ichikos
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notsobeautifuldisaester · 1 year ago
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Happy sushi day everyone (It's still Totoko months tho)
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vampthropologist · 1 year ago
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“Come on and freeze your brain.” /lyr
Yet another musical crossover. I can’t decide who should be JD and who should be Veronica.
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