Full version of “Maboroshi Wink”! I’m used to the full OPs being up by the time I get hold of the b-side, but that doesn’t seem to be the case this time, so here!
non oso-san person 1: why is the john arbuckle anime man on radar?
non oso-san person 2: god just by looking at the art i can tell the artist draws incest xDD
non oso-san person 1: lol right?? XD
the artist: (has 0 incest on their blog)
me:
on a more serious note, i’m really disappointed that at this point, anyone who isnt in the fanbase would see you like oso-san and immediately assume you probably like incest
like the fanbase has reached this level of it being a warning sign to anyone and it grosses me out so much. Theres so many incest shippers in this god forsaken fanbase it would be nice if we appreciated the ones who actually don’t ship fucked up shit
Todomatsu wiped the sleep from his eyes. It was another long night on the road, an anonymous highway rolling away under them in the dark. Jyushimatsu’s whisper had been a little too loud, rousing his younger brother from his admittedly light sleep. Totty turned to him. Oh, headphones. That explained it.
“What is it, Jyushimatsu-niisan?” Todomatsu could hear the rhythmic pulse of his brother’s music through the cheap foam pads, and Jyushimatsu wriggled a bit, excitedly.
“I got an idea, Totty! There’s enough of us, we should be a ska band!!”
“Go back to sleep, Jyushimatsu-niisan.”
“Ska baaaaaaaand,” he whispered to the bus ceiling.
“To be honest?” Osomatsu says, gesturing at the crowd. “This one! Right now!”
The others immediately shout in agreement, the audience seeming a little confused.
Ichimatsu looks at his hurt leg, then looks at the audience. “My only complaint is not being able to stand up for long. It’s kind of scary, how… how good this is. It’s freaky to be this happy, how do people get used to this?”
“We’ve never felt this loved before, so greatly by so many! It’s confusing, but it’s so nice.” Karamatsu’s crying, oh, no.
Choro has tissues, eugh. “And we’ve never seen this much chocolate in all our lives! We’ve never been large scale liked before.”
Jyuushimatsu keeps running into that runway into the audience with no warning. Jeez. “We were made to make audiences happy, and it’s super good to be at it again!”
Todomatsu runs after him, hugging him right as they both reach the end. “We feel good about ourselves, and we get to help you guys feel good too!”
Osomatsu snickers. “Plus, hey, no more begging for treats or dates, no more punches to the gut. Totoko’s given us a gift, and it’s this job! It’s you guys! We’re actually enjoying work, and our work makes people happy. How could this not be our best Valentine’s ever?”
Osomatsu reads this off with care, smiling as he proceeds. About around “same vase every year,” he starts fondly imitating his dad’s cadence, and the others elbow him until the last four words come up. Oso preens, and the others are smiling delightedly.
“Come on, dad, you didn’t get it by now?” Osomatsu sighs.
“And mom,” Todomatsu adds, “you didn’t find it either?”
Ichimatsu’s smiling for once. “Check your pockets, you two.”
“Remember,” Jyuushimatsu asks, “when that crew member passed by your seats with those cables over his arm?”
“Let it be known that those who have practiced pickpocketing can do the reverse as well!” Karamatsu says, arms flung skyward.
“In your pockets, you’ll find our gift to you, which we really, truly meant to get to you for Christmas.” Choromatsu gestures to Osomatsu, silently asking him to make the big reveal.
“Inside those envelopes is a check with a large chunk of the money we’ve made over these past two years of training and touring, and two tickets to Hawaii. You’ve worked hard enough to deserve twice that much, but we’re still rookies compared to everyone else, so that’s all we could scrape up for now!” He laughs a bit nervously, “And half the money we earned went to Chibita as a late apology, but that’s not relevant. What’s relevant is that you guys get the romantic getaway you’ve been wanting for literal decades.”
The screens up behind the stage show Matsuyo staring in wonder at how far her boys have come, Matsuzo trembling as he turns away from the cameras. “Happy Valentine’s Day, mom and dad!”
The audience can see the two of them shouting it back, as Matsuzo scoops up and twirls the love of his life, Matsuyo tearily laughing in delight.
Bitter/Sweet Valentine’s Event day two is underway!
The Sweet day begins on a bit of a delay, and the concert needed to make some emergency adjustments.
The agents at Flag Production had this to say:
Ichimatsu Matsuno can take a hit and keep going if it’s observed by a group and seen as entertaining, a.k.a. “slapstick,” as most toons can. Sadly, his trip and fall from the company van was met with worry, and that was sadly the opposite of what he needed. The show will go on with a slight delay and some modifications of the stage and choreography. We appreciate your support and patience with this matter.
The stage is dimly lit, with the matsus moving out a little early to the sound of the overture. They escort Ichimatsu to the side, leg wrapped up and adorned with purple hearts for the occasion, seated in a chair with plush purple cushions. He looks uncomfortable with the extra attention from the crowd, but can’t help but gawk as many of the penlights lit up with his brothers’ colors turn purple as the opening tune continues. Ichi is a bit intimidated but comforted as the crowd shouts his name. (He tries to grab his crutches to leave, but the others hurry to get him seated again. Only one of them gets punched, so that’s good.)
The whole venue is awash in red, pink, and white, and a blast of brass cuts through the tension.
The general theme is still as up and hyper as planned. The song begins with a declaration that they don’t care about if their teeth hurt, or if there’s too much. If there’s chocolate for them, they’re taking it all.
Ichimatsu does what he can, shouting to the crowd from the sidelines in the hopes that they’ll get louder. He can’t move around, and that has somehow made the usually lazy Matsu feel antsy. He’s making up for it in any way possible, and getting the audience to shout “Choco!” at the top of their lungs is his way of apologizing.
They’re all swathed in well cut suits in chocolates and jeweltones, enough give to dance in but not so much that they look anything less than supremely swanky, looking every bit like the snack they crave most this time of year. Perhaps they’re trying to <I>be</I> the chocolate in the hopes of attracting more?
They’re frantically thanking those interested in them, balking in collective disbelief that they’d be given something so kind. Store bought? Hand them over? Home made? They’re honored! Cakes, cookies, bark, brownies, anything? Everything! Live by the chocolate, die by the chocolate.
Ichimatsu’s spot in the choreography remains empty, the others making sure their blocking doesn’t come across as too terribly crooked because of it. When the group broke up into pairs, Jyuushimatsu took a moment to panic before running to Ichimatsu’s chair and aggressively bouncing there for a moment before sprinting back to his spot. (Ichi’s laugh was enough to make the audience scream.)
The boys don’t get it. They’re not the strongest, the most talented, the most handsome, but they’re loved anyway. They don’t get it one bit. Ah, well, why question it when there’s snacks to be had? Your gifts are kind, literally the sweetest things they’ve received in their lives, and not a single morsel of it will go to waste! Showing anything less than all the thanks they can would be criminal, wouldn’t it?
Thanks for the chocolate, everyone! They appreciate it so, so much.
With one last plea to keep the holiday sweets coming, the song explodes with one last blast of the horn section, and the six boys with t-shirt cannons blasting cellophane wrapped candies into the crowd as far as they could.
That went fairly well, considering who they are and what injuries they’ve sustained.
Bitter/Sweet day one has come to a close; day two coming soon!
“We still have another day of this celebration tomorrow,” Osomatsu says, smiling wide, fake fangs shining, “but I’m afraid tonight has to come to a close right about now!” The audience is already making a fuss, and he holds his hands in front of him, silently asking for them to calm down. “We’ve still got one more song for you tonight. Don’t let a crummy Valentine’s day get you down, ok?”
A brass trio plays a brief, triumphant fanfare, and the boys take their places with steely determination.
((The song reference for this is Tacoyaki Rainbow’s 踊れ！青春カルナバル!))
Jyuushimatsu and Choromatsu do all they can to get the audience jumping and cheering along, the six scattering to the winds (or at least to the paths through the audience, some choosing to walk through the aisles or pace the stage).
Todomatsu and Jyuushimatsu are feeling a bit nostalgic. Remember the old days, where getting up for Valentine’s felt like something to look forward to? It was always a hopeful day, and they always expected better things ahead.
Ichimatsu and Choromatsu are upset that they’ve gotten so bitter over the years. They’ve spent the last few years hating the holiday and everyone who liked it, and that’s just plain exhausting. A change needs to happen.
But what, Karamatsu wonders? How can they heal their wounded, aching hearts after so many years of pain? Osomatsu feels like it’s simple: take their bitter, dark chocolate kind of energy, and change where they’re using it. Instead of being bitter alone, they should cheer on the happy ones, right?
The boys are cheering on these lovers, young and old! Thought they haven’t found love yet, they’re glad that you have.
They’ll crash dinner dates, crash park dates, crash into your home if it means you know they’re proud.
Let your love show, and be proud of it, because they’re not gonna shut up about it until you do.
The cameramen make sure to get all attending couples up on screen for at least a few moments, the boys dashing to get into frame and shout in appreciation.
Yes, they’re overdoing it, they confess, but it’s time they overcorrect for those past bitter holidays. If others can make it without whining, so can they! Consider yourselves well-loved, folks.
Maybe you don’t need to do as much of a 180° as these six did, but there are better ways to spend the holiday than stewing in disappointment. (They’re corporate shills, but they mean well.)
Once they retreat back to the stage, the song coming to a close, they don’t linger for an instant. As the last blast of brass rings through the venue, the trap doors open, immediately leaving the stage devoid of capes and chocolate motifs. Well. Guess the boys are done being bitter! With their hunger sated for another year. They can go back to being sweet for day two!
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Jyuushimatsu reads this aloud, going a little rosy in the cheeks, covering his face and bouncing a little by the end. “Guys? I have such cute fans!” He decides, apropos of nothing, to give the lighting crew an unexpected heart attack by going dashing down a path into the audience. “You guys are the best! I promise, I’ll be your honeybee, everyone! Buzz buzz!!” That cape is sturdy; he’s flapping it like mad, and it’s not showing a single sign of tearing. Todoko’s sewing is next level stuff.
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