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He has had enough (/ ^ \ )""

(Click on the pic to make it look less of a mess~)

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a sort of mock origin for my joke au again, it was just excuse to self-indulge and draw for funsies.

im not really sure where i wanted to go with this. maybe ichi and jyushi are assigned to be oso’s shoulder devil and angel. maybe oso’s fate will determine where the rest of the brothers will go after death. maybe ichi and jyushi remain true to their NEET nature and not care about their new afterlife responsibilities since oso’s pretty doomed anyways. and life just continues on as normal

maybe. i didnt really plan to go any further lol

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💙Smoking hot 🚬

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🐯ガウガウ！50000サマー！☀️

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Ichimatsu is the best boy and y’all know it!

I’m so inconsistent both in terms of art style and fandom

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I've been watching neko Karamatsu and neko Ichimatsu what they're doing

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okay but shimamatsu oso is peak oso this is already a fact

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The Late Train Home

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SQlTVk

by Trashmatsu

It started when Karamatsu joined the theater club. At the time, Ichimatsu was happy that his brother was trying new things. It wasn’t lost on any of them that they were pulling away from each other, wanting to escape the laughter they heard behind their backs, their schoolmates cringing at the way they sometimes talked together, the way they unconsciously mimed each other, how they posed for photos. They’d been stopped and asked for photos all their lives, they figured high school would be the same. But after the photos were taken, the laughter had started, and they stopped talking to each other at school, stopped eating lunch together, stopped walking home together, stopped doing anything together. It seemed to Ichimatsu that Karamatsu was taking the separation the hardest. Whenever he spotted him at school he always looked so sad and so lost.

Words: 3629, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: おそ松さん | Osomatsu-san (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matsuno Ichimatsu, Matsuno Karamatsu

Relationships: Matsuno Ichimatsu/Matsuno Karamatsu

Additional Tags: blmatsu, 18 year old Ichimatsu and Karamatsu, Pining, Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SQlTVk

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A new 4-star set is coming, and it’s the return of the Drag Queen set!

They’re donning white and ready to fight some intergalactic foes! …I’m not sure they’re doing that great of a job though.

This set will release in the gacha after maintenance ends on February 21st around 18:00 JST.

💙 Mod Kara

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Passing on the street

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“Niichan is here, everything is going to be alright." 

 OK. I rendered the sketch of this ahaha because I was having intense choukei feels. And wanted to add more choukei+matsu stuff for a con.

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Pajamas💤❤️💙💚💜💛💗

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So… did anyone of you receive this for Valentine’s Day?

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okay but shimamatsu oso is peak oso this is already a fact

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this piece of shit.

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Karamaniichan!

“Ahh, Choromatsu-oniisan, look at this selfie Karamaniichan just sent me!” Todomatsu scooted closer to his older brother, both of them seated at the low table in the living room. Choromatsu looked toward Todomatsu’s phone but paused, recalling something strange about what Todomatsu had just said to him.

“What did you just call Karamatsu?” He asked, not even looking at the selfie yet. He needed a moment to prepare himself in any case. Whatever the selfie was, it was probably some new fashion trend Karamatsu was experimenting with, and there was no way Choromatsu could look directly at it without bracing himself.

“Karamaniichan?” Todomatsu said, head canted like a puppy. He shoved his phone at Choromatsu, but still, he refused to look, wanting an explanation for the sudden appearance of this cutesy nickname first.

“Since when do you call him Karamaniichan?” The nickname was so cutesy, so affectionate it made Choromatsu’s stomach turn. It was the kind of thing he expected from Totoko when they were in high school. It wasn’t quite what he expected from his youngest brother, an adult man in his 20s.

“Since he started calling me Totty-tan.” Todomatsu shrugged, and again shoved his phone into Choromatsu’s face while Choromatsu suffered a second round of pain over hearing Karamatsu’s sickeningly adorable nickname for Todomatsu. Todomatsu’s nose wrinkled and he pulled his phone back, looking at the screen. “Ewww, Choromatsu-oniisan, you got my screen all greasy!”

“Wait - so Karamatsu is Karamaniichan, but I’m still Choromatsu-oniisan?” Choromatsu frowned, smacking both hands down on the table. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was upset about this, but he was. 

“Yeah?” Todomatsu looked confused, the pieces slowly moving into place in his thoughts. “Oh! Is this about that ‘I never tell you anything’ thing? Do I need to report a new nickname to everyone else? Should we hold a committee to vote on it? Do you not like ‘Karamaniichan’? Should it be something else? Perhaps ‘Karattan’, because I considered it since Karamaniichan started calling me Totty-tan, I thought it would be cute if we matched, but then I thought it would be less special if he was also -tan, and since I’m the cute one-”

“TODOMATSU.” Choromatsu groaned, loudly speaking over Todomatsu and his sarcastic tone of voice.

“No, you don’t need to report a new nickname.” He groaned. “Just… Why Karamatsu? Why not…”

“Why not you?” Todomatsu finished the statement Choromatsu couldn’t quite bring himself to finish. It sounded so juvenile, like he was jealous that his older brother and youngest brother had cute nicknames to share between the two of them. He was a grown man! But it stung all the same. Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu had their own thing going, the two clearly preferred each other’s company to the rest of their brothers, and now Karamatsu and Todomatsu seemed to have picked up where they left off when they were little and spent all their time together. Where did that leave Choromatsu? With Osomatsu?

Todomatsu sighed deeply and set his phone down for a moment, the picture still open and ready to scar Choromatsu. Choromatsu glanced toward the phone and caught a flash of something very shiny, very blue. He quickly looked away. He still wasn’t ready. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But definitely not yet.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t like you, Choromatsu.” He started, and Choromatsu cringed and flinched away, letting Todomatsu know without words that he’d hit on Choromatsu’s deepest unspoken fear with the cutesy nicknames that he never seemed to be on the receiving end of. “You’re still my big brother. But Karamatsu and me spend more time together. Unless you want to go shopping for skincare items with me?”

Todomatsu watched a cringe roll through Choromatsu’s body from his head to his feet.

“Uh huh. Or go clothes shopping with me? Go to cute cafes together and Instagram our food?”

Choromatsu looked sicker and more nauseous the more Todomatsu listed how he and Karamatsu spent their time together.

“Didn’t think so. But I like to do those things, and so does Karamaniichan. And the more time we started spending together, well, the nicknames just kind of happened. But if it makes you feel better, Karamatsu called me Totty-tan first.’Karamaniichan’ happened later.”

Choromatsu relaxed a little, unclenching his shoulders and back. That did make him feel better, actually.

“We could try spending more time together, maybe we’ll come up with nicknames for each other.” Todomatsu shrugged, “But I don’t really know where our interests overlap.”

Choromatsu re-clenched. There was no overlap in their interests. Nothing Todomatsu had listed sounded interesting in the least. And he knew the only interest Todomatsu had in Nyaa-chan was interviews where she discussed her skincare routine. He sighed deeply, arms folded on the table, head practically sunken into the wood.

Todomatsu frowned, trying to think of something to cheer up his brother when he remembered the selfie Karamatsu had sent.

“I know what we can do,” Todomatsu started, picking his phone back up, Choromatsu looking up from the table’s surface without actually moving his head so Todomatsu could see how sad and pathetic he was. “We can make fun of Karamaniichan’s selfie.”

Choromatsu’s eyes lit up and he sat up straight, taking the phone when Todomatsu offered it again. 

On the screen was a picture of Karamatsu standing in a disaster of a fitting room, discarded clothes all over the floor, each item more painful than the last. There were sequins. There were rhinestones. There was something that looked like see through pants, and Choromatsu’s brain helpfully blacked out that part of his vision so he didn’t have to think on that concept any further. But none of the clothes on the floor were as awful or tacky or downright painful as the outfit Karamatsu had on. He wore blue vinyl pants cut and styled to look like regular skinny jeans, a sheer gold shirt with a faint star pattern, and a cropped leopard spotted faux fur jacket with each spot outlined in gold glitter. Choromatsu already felt faint seeing the outfit, but then his gaze fell to Karamatsu's shoes, which were probably the worst part. Along with the blue vinyl pants, the sheer shirt and fuzzy leopard spotted jacket were Karamatsu's very own gold rhinestone encrusted shoes. Worn with one of Karamatsu's comparatively tame outfits like his booty shorts and selfie tank top, the shoes were enough to give Choromatsu an allergic reaction. Like this, worn with the worst clothes Choromatsu could have never imagined, they were downright lethal. 

Choromatsu felt his eyes burning and his pulse slowing. His vision fuzzed out and he fell backward, hitting the tatami hard. Todomatsu reached over and set two fingers on Choromatsu's neck, finding no pulse. While he waited for Choromatsu to recover from his fashion-induced death, Todomatsu took his phone back and texted a reply to Karamatsu. 

"Choromatsu-oniisan thinks it's to die for." 

Todomatsu was definitely going to borrow that jacket.