The event comes to a close!

“I won the vote,” Choromatsu says, “so I’m proud to say that our last number of the night has me as the center!” After the crowd cheers, he has even more to say, as always. “So, as you know, Totoko is why we got this job, and she had a completely different concept in mind for us at the beginning, and there were a lot of songs that were scrapped when we made the switch to this version of us. We figure, as a gift to you, and a little bit to her, we could bring one of those songs back, from when they were just barely used to us being us! One more present, and our last song this year. Thank you for everything!”

The boys thank the audience, giving a quick bow before they take their places.

((The song sample for this is Heart Attack by Chuu! …also from LOONA. I promise, I’ll try to chill with the LOONA. It’s still not 2018 on the west coast, so this still counts, right?))

Choromatsu winning first has given him a prominent place in this performance, taking over everything through to the first chorus with moxie. He’s proud of himself, active and playful even as the smoother, cooler version of him on the background screen is shot by Cupid’s bow so hard that he goes back to his normal self. He’s just barely brave enough to look you in the eye, how is he supposed to tell you how he feels?

When the others finally join in on the chorus, he still carries the melody. You’ve got his attention every time you’re in the room, and his thoughts when you’re not. How is his heart still beating out of his chest when it’s already in your hands?

The remaining five each get their turn afterwards, of course. Ichimatsu and Todomatsu splitting a couplet of lines, about their heart being bruised purple, but you still manage to make their cheeks go pink. Jyuushimatsu and Osomatsu bring their exuberance to a miniature rap verse, being so happy he wants to yell-ow, wondering if you’d let your love turn red. Karamatsu wonders how you can lift his blues so easily, and concludes that you’ve chased them all away like it’s nothing.

The chorus repeats, and there’s one last bridge of sweetness, Choromatsu interspersed with the others; he doesn’t want to push things, to monopolize your time, he just wants to let you know how he feels.

Even if you don’t feel the same, even if you love someone else, just hear him out.

All six join in, and cue key change. You’re kind and sweet, and bold and brash, and he sees so much good in you! It’s enough to make his heart burst! He wants to let you know that he sees so much to like when he looks at you– so much to love, if you’ll let him.

You’ve got his heart!

Confetti cannons!

“Thank you for coming out, everyone!” Osomatsu shouts.

“Stay warm tonight, Karamatsu Fans!” Karamatsu calls as he falls to his knees.

“Travel safe!” Choromatsu yells.

“Make sure you sleep enough.” Always helpful, Ichimatsu.

“Hit next year out of the park!” Jyuushimatsu swings so hard, he goes spinning.

“Stay beautiful, inside and out!” Totty shouts.

“And,” Choromatsu seems eager to lead them in this, “one more time!”

“Merry Christmatsu, and a Happy New Year!”

❤💙💚💜💛💖

Friendly seasonal reminder

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Don’t keep lilies in your house if you have cats.

They will die.

Even if they just breathe in the pollen. Or get it on their fur. They will fucking die. Do not do it.

SIGNAL BOOST THIS SHIT

I did not know this reblogging

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the most toxic household plants for cats is the common lily. In fact, eating as little as two or three leaves from the flowers can result in liver failure and, if left untreated, can have a fatal outcome for cats.” (Source: PetMD) 

Please take care of your feline friends!

Reblogging this even though it’s not near the season this is still important

Poinsettias too, and it is the season for those.

Yes Poinsettias and lollies. Highly toxic to housecats

Lastly, Ichimatsu!

Ichimatsu, whose background is all warm knit scarves and hats, looks uncomfortable. “Hey, uh. I’m…” he gets a full body shiver so intense it seems to travel down his spine and back up again. “I’m kind of scared, so bear with me. I’ve got a lot to work on, but they wanted me to work on this first, so here goes everything.”

He takes a deep breath, twiddling his fingers. “Big crowds freak me out. Sometimes when I can see everyone, I get a little dazed and I worry about what everyone thinks, and it’s stupid, yeah, but it’s hard to fix.” He’s still fidgety. “So my performance is not going to be too choreographed, but in exchange, it’s, um. It’s going to be going through the audience. I’m in the thick of it. Don’t be too…” he gestures vaguely, “aaah, y’know?”

The screen cuts away, and there’s a hushed mechanical whirring. From right by the stage, right in a wide gap between tiers of the crowd, emerges a cart, rolling safely  through the middle of the audience. Atop of it, between some baskets of something or other, is Ichimatsu, in some cozy, wintry pajamas. He looks like he just saw a ghost.

((The sample song for Ichimatsu is Dreamin Chuchu by emon.))

Ichimatsu’s a bit tense. Ok, very tense, but he’s still got his pants all the way on, so he’s better than he used to be. He reaches into a basket, revealing that inside those baskets sat a bunch of stress balls that look like… cat shaped onigiri? An odd choice, but a cute one. “No fighting for these, or I’m not doing this again.”

As he tossed them into the audience, as far as he can, he waves a bit shakily, and sings. The song is actually rather sweet once he gets into it.

He was too much of a coward to ask you out on a Christmas date, he says, and the regret is eating him alive. You’re already friends, the worst that’d happen is you keep being friends with some mild unease, so why is this such a terrifying prospect?

He flings the rice ball stress balls as far as they can go, occasionally pointing to someone to make sure they’re the one to get it. Somehow, this is respected, and the audience is also certain to get their penlights lit in purple to support him, a few singing along with the chorus (so he doesn’t feel like they’re just staring deep into his soul and examining his mistakes as he would say later in an interview).

As he realizes, hey, maybe these people aren’t terrifying. And, if they’re cheering him on, they’re definitely not too intimidating, right? He eases up, and feels more comfortable in those cat pawprint pajamas, as the song picks up, he and his imaginary crush rushing to see each other just before dark. So he wasn’t the only one wondering?

As he realizes that he won’t be alone on Christmas after all, he flings his last two stress balls into the audience, bowing wordlessly as the cart retreats into the wall on the other side. After everything is dark, you hear a half second of Ichimatsu scrambling down off of it, chanting “I did it, holy shit” at ridiculous speeds.

Totty, let’s get going!

Todomatsu is surrounded by little pink Christmas balls, comfortably swaddled in a nice pink sweater. “I guess I have to admit I’m not perfect, huh?” He giggles, “I’m kidding, promise. I have a bunch to improve on too,” he says like a child having to admit they broke something.

“I have the opposite of Jyuushimatsu’s problem. I tend to not exert myself as much so I still sound good! My stamina gets a little iffy sometimes. I can keep up, but I’ll end up breathing funny, and I’ll sound a little weird, and I hate it! So, we worked on my lung strength, and I promised to stay in formation and keep up with everyone. Wish me luck, ok?”

The screen in the back lights up like a pink and orange sunset, neon stars and hearts floating in the foreground. Everything lights up in peach and coral, and Todomatsu stands center stage, looking strangely summary with a Santa hat perched up on top. “When it’s winter up here,” he says, “it’s summer in the southern hemisphere! Christmas gets to run hot and cold, so why can’t we?”

((This song sample is Pink or Black by livetune.))

Todomatsu is more lively than usual, finally opening up his frame so every move is clear, open, precise. He’s well prepared, and he’s got a fiery determination in his eyes to make this the best he can make it. He’s not last, and damn it, he’s not going to be last again!

Totty has a knack for duality, and he sees it as essential. Versatility is key nowadays, and the way you love can benefit from it too. He can fulfill your every need, if you want,and all you need to do is tell him what you want.

Hot or cold, which do you prefer? Suave or sweet? Practiced or honest?

The world is always changing, and he’s keeping up. Todomatsu’s moves are smooth, well rehearsed, but they seem to come as easily as breathing, changing in style with every verse, and he’s keeping up just fine.

He can change up a lot about himself, but he can’t change how attached he’s gotten to you. He’ll love you through the changes, and an honest to goodness constant is how much he cares.

Salty or sweet, flashy or simple, soft or strong, he’s your guy no matter what you are or what he is, because one unchanging thing is that he loves you so much it hurts.

He finishes with a flourish, and he looks surprised that he pulled it off. He’s overjoyed when he takes his bows. “Merry Christmas, everyone! Love you!”

Jyuushimatsu’s ready!

Jyuushimatsu lights up the screen amid a cluster of gold foil stars. “Guys, I… I’ve got a lot to improve on, aha. If I didn’t have all this hustle, my energy wouldn’t be able to redeem me!” He’s swinging his legs, thinking about what he wants to add. “I’ve got a lot to fix, because I want to be the best Jyuushimatsu I can be. So!”

He’s a bit less subdued now. “Usually when I perform, I kind of overexert myself, and I end up sounding shaky. I’m going to make sure I sound nice, because everyone deserves a good performance from me. I want to make everyone proud, so keep cheering me on!” He waves, blowing a few big kisses before the clip ends.

A soft tinkling of piano plays, and then a blast of brass seems to light up the entire stage. “Hey, everyone!” Jyuushimatsu shouts from onstage with an absolutely massive candy cane wielded like a bat. “Merry Christmas!”

((The song sample for this is Tsuchinoko tte Iru to Omō…? by Otome Shinto!))

He’s excitedly pacing the stage; fastwalking at first, then skipping. He’s excited.

His big goal is to make you happy this year, and he’s determined to get it. There was only one logical solution.

He’s got wrapping paper and ribbons out for a special gift! The cookies are fresh out of the oven, the lights are twinkly and everything is beautiful! His plan is only waiting on one thing:

He twists a section on his candy cane, and a net springs out.

His prey!

He’s going to catch Santa Claus! He’s done it before, and he can do it again! Jyuushimatsu has seen that you’ve had some bad times this year, and he wants you to at least have a good holiday. He’s so excited to make this coming year better for everyone! You deserve that much!

He details all the traps he has set, all increasingly Looney Tunes-esque in nature, and he’s somehow certain that he can make it work. He’s spent too long hearing that you’ve been sad. You’ve been apart for far too long. Jyuushimatsu, even if Santa manages to remain uncaught, will make this year as good as he can.

He’ll do anything to make you feel better! (He hit that high note well; even he’s taken aback.)

Anything he can do for you, he’ll do with no hesitation!

But catching Santa sure would help, so he’ll keep on trying! He launches a few small bags full of cookies (and one with a dolphin plush) into the audience with a “Merry Christmas! Happy new year!” and one more line, “Anything to see you smile!”

Santa Claus rolls onstage, wrapped in ribbons, one bow atop his head. Jyuushimatsu cheers that his trap worked, and happily hikes Santa over a shoulder to carry him offstage, waving as the lights go dim.

Osomatsu, you’re up!

Prerecorded Osomatsu is sitting in front of a plethora of little Santa hats and candy canes, looking disgruntled but smiling nonetheless. “This whole challenge thing is really throwing me off my groove! I thought that I was fine as I was, but apparently I need to,” cue air quotes, “’fix my flaws and evolve as a performer and a person.’ Jeez.”

He steeples his fingers. “So! Of course, you’re asking yourself, ‘What could Osomatsu possibly need to fix? He’s The Osomatsu, he’s number one by birthright, he’s fine as is!’ I agree, I agree! But, hey, guess I’m not perfect. I need to stick closer to choreography, I need to not look like I’m on the verge of bursting into laughter all the time, apparently. I also rely on my brothers too much to see if I’m in order, so they’re gonna be out of sight. When I don’t have my brothers, I rely on the band too much for company, so they’re offstage, and I’m confined to that little three by three meter stage in the middle of the audience, at the end of that path thing?”

Osomatsu leans forward, slamming his hands onto the armrests of his chair. “So, in short, how dare they? Without almost corpsing and checking on my baby bros and friends, I’m left sticking to the steps they set for me, and where’s the fun in that?! ‘You have to stick to what you practice!’ Hmph.” He stands, walking off camera. “’K, niichan’s gonna die, you all hafta watch his public execution.”

The screen behind him lights up in red, logs in opulent fireplaces roaring to life. The floor beneath Osomatsu’s feet lights up before everything else, silhouetting him for a moment as the opening loops a few extra times; he motions for the audience to join in, and he thanks them when they do, just before the beat comes in and the spotlights practically slam into full brightness on his miniature stage.

((The song sample for Osomatsu is I’ll Be There, also by LOOΠΔ!))

Osomatsu initially looks a bit wide eyed and nervous, but he seems to be abiding by the choreography rather well: his frame is open, his steps are controlled, his turns are precise. He’s doing well, and he seems to grow a bit more comfortable when given some encouragement.

His song is a bit more modern than usual, which isn’t saying much, given its New Kids On The Block late 80s early 90s vibe. Right around the last Osomatsu-kun reboot, nice. The lyrics seem to play into his usual playfully lascivious tone; the sun is setting, and maaan, it’s cold out! It’s winter, and all this snow has him shivering. You are too, right? Aren’t you chilly?

Will you help him get warm again? He can help you too! Get cozy, get comfy, get closer, closer! (He coaxes the audience to join in on “closer, closer,” and that seems to pull him into the same I’m-not-alone security his brothers and backing band usually give him.)

He continues his pleas, nearly getting off track and improvising some moves, but he visibly snaps himself back into his place. Osomatsu, with self restraint? Damn, he’s determined to climb up the ranks next time. Oso keeps going, thinking about different things to cozy up with. Some hot chocolate, some warm blankets, a roaring fireplace? Come on, help a guy out! He’ll help you too, so why not, right? Help him warm up!

The opening tune comes in one more time, the audience remembering and joining in again as he promises to be everything they need, through winter and beyond. He remains surprisingly measured and precise to the end, beckoning the viewers to get closer, closer!

The audience cheers, lit up in red, just like the stage, just like Osomatsu. He falls to his knees, both hands punching at the air. “I did it!” he shouts, thanking everyone for keeping him company before excitedly stomping and jumping his way back down the aisle while the lights go dim.

Karamatsu, your turn!

Karamatsu’s prerecorded message opens with him, a lot of blue snowflake patterns  and a little visible discomfort.

“My darling fans!” Leg kick, cross, stalling stalling. “My challenge today has been fraught with danger, turmoil, and,” he gulps, “honesty.” There’s a grand swish of his arms, and he’s got surprise confetti, look.

“I was encouraged to leave all façades and fronts behind, and portray this emotion as true and honest to myself as I could! It was a difficult challenge, viewers. I’ve fallen so hard for the chance to play other parts that, well… it’s grown hard to play myself. I shall do the best I can, and hope that you’ll appreciate the effort. My heart shall be open and vulnerable; treat it gently!”

The stage is lit in pale blue, and Karamatsu walks on, still dressed in his usual jeans and jacket (albeit a bit more flashy, look at who we’re talking about here), but he looks stunned, hand over one cheek. He’s moving slowly, nervously, like he’s still surprised by something. As the opening line finishes, a smile spreads across his face, and he moves with purpose, with joy.

((The inspiration for this was Kiss Later by LOOΠΔ!))

As it turns out, the source for his joy was simple and sweet: Karamatsu just got a kiss on the cheek.

He’s losing his damn mind.

Karamatsu is still at top energy, performing for the cheap seats and West Side Story snapping his way across the stage, but he’s not pretending to be more smooth and suave than he is. He’s literally jumping for joy, laughing in delight, and for once in his life, he’s not faking a deeper tone.

He went on a date, and that alone is enough to make him happy. With someone he’s liked for quite some time, and they like him too, that’s amazing! They kissed him on the cheek after he walked them home, it’s enough to make him scream his excitement to the heavens!

Or, well. Hit some very nice high notes, which he does very well despite the fact that he hasn’t stood still for a second. He can’t help it, he’s smitten and he doesn’t care who knows! He went on a date, and got kissed! Karamatsu may be freezing out here, but his heart is burning bright!

He’s anything but blue, and he knows it’s silly to be so moved by something so simple, but that’s just the kind of guy he is. He feels loved, and he can’t stop smiling!

Cough cough. Sunglasses, he fixes his jacket, and carries on his way. But first, he’s going to bow and wave, smiling one more time and giggling a bit at the applause he receives. He’s tearing up, he’s got to go, but first, he waves, shouting one more “Merry Christmas, beloveds!”

MATSU OF THE MONTH ~HOLIDAY EDITION ~

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It’s that time of year again. Santa is checking his list, preparing coal for our NEETS, and trying his best to avoid Jyushimatsu so he doesn’t end up like the rest of the Santa’s.. They’re all pieces of shit and we love them all the same, but someone has to be at the top of the Naughty list. 

So in celebration this NEET of the month is going to be a bit different. Instead of your favorite Matsu I want you to vote for the NAUGHTIEST Matsu. So without further a do, reblog or reply with the naughtiest Matsu and let the roasting begin!!!

We’ll announce the winner? on Christmas.

Be sure to vote and have a happy holidays from all of us here at MatsuMayhem~

Don’t forget to vote when while you still have a chance!!!

((Hey, friends! If you haven’t already seen this, go check out this blog and send in your votes! You’ve complimented the boys over here, so roast them there!!))

Choromatsu’s up first!

After the cheering faded, the boys filed offstage, still waving and shouting. The lights went down again, and the screen behind the stage lit up again, with Choromatsu and a whole lot of green. Pine trees, to be specific.

“I’ve got things to explain again! But, if you’re seeing this, it means I won! Thank you so much!” This is too high quality to be a live feed, so past Choro is already thrilled by the possibility of this. “I don’t see how I won, but I guess I did! So, these songs are all targeted at our weaknesses as performers. We want to get better, and our coaches definitely want us to get better.

“My weaknesses are kind of obvious, I think. My stamina is a little weak compared to the others, and I can’t loosen up as much. I need to work on balancing technician and performer. Hopefully, this helps!” He remembers something. “Oh, and I picked up a new skill, even if I don’t get to use it much, so keep an eye out for it!”

The stage lights up, and Choromatsu is center stage with a mic stand, the band playing a vibrant, breezy tune. In his scarf, his clean cut coat, and his shiny shoes, he looks somewhat at ease, or he’s at least doing his best to act at ease. Choromatsu is unchoreographed, leaving him at the mercy of the rhythm and his own somewhat shaky bobs and taps.

((The song example for this one is FUN! By Shin Rizumu.))

The song itself is perfectly pleasant, considering his initial awkwardness. His vocal tone seems much improved. He’s got better support, and without intense choreography, he’s less out of breath, less strained. The lyrics are just as sweet as he sounds; he wants to make this Christmas the best one yet, and he wants to make you happy.

What sort of plans would you want him to make? Something casual, a stroll in the snow, a quick bite at a cafe and a snowball fight? How about something mature– a reservation for dinner in a tall building overlooking the city, wine and steak? Would you still be ok with a Christmas date if things don’t go as planned? He wants you to be happy, and to be happy with him, and he’ll gladly do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Over time he loosens up, especially after some trickier parts earn some cheers from the audience. He’s proud, and he carries on.

Are you still warm, he asks? Can he get you tea? Coffee? Can he, maybe, just maybe, hold your hand for a little while? He’s so red that even the winter breeze seems warm to him.

Are you happy? Did he manage to make this work? He’s so glad! His plans worked!

The last instrumental section plays as he leaves his mic stand, walking– nay, strutting– down the path that protrudes into the audience, and toward a small platform on that miniature stage at the end. Ah, those shiny shoes make sense now! He has a tap solo, one that lasts for a grand total of roughly ten seconds. Those ten seconds hold all the energy he’s held back during this number, it seems, and the band is as excited for the big finish as he is!

He bows, again, again, and again, and shouts one more loud “Thank you! Merry Christmas!” before darkness overtakes the stage again.