Hello everyone!
I’m creating a webseries called pineapple upside down cake. ! The only thing is, I need voice actors for it. If you’re at all interested, please audition here!
Thank you so much! And even if you aren’t personally interested, please share it!
((my pal is making a cute thing! Go check it out or speed the word!!))
((You’re not being dense, no need to fret! Maybe my wording was just convoluted.
Your vote needs to be an ask including these three things:
a heart symbol so I can be sure it’s a vote. Text symbols and emojis are a-ok,
who you would want to give a gift or confession to, and
who you would want a gift or confession from.
If you leave only one name, or only say one category, I will assume that you would choose him for both.
people have voted for all six.
On anon and off anon are fine, and… psst, you can vote multiple times. I won’t tell management.
Happy voting!
🍀Mod Clover))
The video wastes no time in jumping into the content, the boys seated in two rows of three looking excited and just a little worried.
“Hello, internet!” Osomatsu waves, not quite as tense as the others. “February is coming up, and this means two big things that you guys might be stoked to hear, so listen up!”
Karamatsu takes his turn as Todomatsu grumbles about outdated slang. “February, as it turns out, is when Totoko made her declaration to train an idol group on national television, thus beginning our training before our debut last May! It’s very nearly our one year anniversary!”
“And,” Choromatsu says, “on a more universal note, um.” He sucks in a deep breath, voice cracking when he says, “Valentine’s day is on its way! Oh, wow, it’s kind of intimidating to say. We have a lot planned!“
“This means we get some new songs with romantic undertones,” Ichimatsu says in a purposefully dull monotone, “and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Definitely not on the verge of freaking out all the time always.”
“But! We’ve all recorded the center part, and the staffers are having a hard time picking who should be the lead!” Jyuushimatsu leans over the older brothers in the front row until his sleeve is nearly touching the camera. “That’s where you people come in!”
“We need you, our fans, to tell us who you’d want to give a Valentine’s gift to, and who you would want to get a Valentine’s confession from!” Todomatsu holds up a paper with a few emojis from different platforms and other text hearts. “Send in your asks with a heart, be it an emoji, a text shape, or a ‘less than three’ along with who you pick for each category!”
Osomatsu comes back in, “We’ll be doing meet and greets nonstop until then! You need to get your votes in by February 10th before midnight for your vote to count! We’ll be sure to see every last one of you at the meet and greets and fanclub events! G’head, get to voting! And, uh,” he jokingly whispers behind a hand, “don’t let me lose to Karamatsu and Totty again. As always, we are…”
“F6! Bye!”
The side on top this time is a single red dot. “Osomatsu! Quit lollygagging and get up there!”
“Oh, thank Akatsuka, my turn!” He waves to the audience with a smile, microphone in hand rather than on his face. “Sorry that I gotta show you all up and win so soon! I know, I know, it’s gotta suck, huh?” He plops down in his seat, staring at Iyami. He breaks the silence with a nod, “’Sup.”
Iyami sits still for a second before turning to the camera, “Haven’t I suffered enough?” A pause. “Non? Damn it. All right, Osomatsu, tell us about what you’re doing.”
“You can’t even pretend to be happy to see me? Sheesh, what a host,” Oso grumbles, immediately moving on before any comment can be made. “Anyways, uh! Everyone who’s worked with us so far expects me to be a lot… newer, you know? Like, ‘yo Osomatsu, how about that music that’s cool with the hip crowd,’ I’m just sitting here like… does anyone still listen to old soul and disco? No?”
He laughs nervously, “I’m cool with newer stuff, but there’s something real solid about older stuff. Makes me nostalgic. I’m mixing the old and new in this, some good brass and catchy backup stuff, and, uh. Just hoping I don’t completely mangle the bit before the last chorus.” A few whoops come from the audience. “Yeah! I’m not gonna be second worst anymore! I’m gonna be, like… third! Sorry, Karamatsu, even though I’m not sorry at all, oniichan’s gotta wreck your good times a little.”
Iyami stares, frowning. “Are you going to get on with it already?”
“Oh, right, the actual thing.” He steps away from the desk, stepping down to the stage, getting front and center just in time.
((For an example of the sound he’s going for, listen to Pepe by CLC!))
The pianos are crisp and clear, the stage initially dark save for a few lights at the front. As the drums kick up, the rest of the stage lights up in swirls of red and orange. He’s definitely gunning for all the retro nostalgia points, concentric circles spinning like records, a small live band and singers behind him as he hams it up.
The lyrics are all cheeky, jokey, and as flirty as he can manage. It may be the closest auditory approximation to a butt grab halfway through a dinner date in pop history.
What little instructions Karako gave him for the choruses is the only strictly structured thing he brings when it comes to moves. Oso does his best to recall what advice he was given, once upon a time, by a different him. He scrapes together everything he can recall and hopes that it works, calling forth a sort of hungover, hip-rolling laziness that another Osomatsu would surely pull off better. (That @askthesamefaces Osomatsu has a certain semidrunken worldliness that he can’t quite manage. Their manager, Osoko, would have his head if he showed up buzzed.)
It’s all very playful and exactly as expected. Then the rapping starts.
So that’s what he meant by not being second worst anymore. While he celebrates his victory before crossing the finish line, yelling the last line excitedly and bouncing for long enough to disrupt what little choreography he was given, he still does well enough to make the audience scream back.
After making sure due attention was given to his backup band and singers, he bows, standing up with a yell of “I did it!” He accidentally sends his mic flying right into Iyami’s face. After a second of snickering, he returns to his seat.
“Wow. These songs don’t completely suck. Takes a lot to make you dumbasses sound good!” Chibita pushes the giant die down the stairs again. “Next up!”
Just as Jyuushimatsu was getting his hair ruffled and his face pinched for doing so well that they want to be mad, they really do, the die lands with six facing up. Jyuushi holds out a fist to bump, and Todomatsu stands up just as Chibita shouts his name.
“Todomatsu! Get your pink butt to the desk!”
Todomatsu waves happily to the audience before he sits down, turning horrifically sparkly eyes to Iyami.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
The shimmering gets worse. “Like what?”
“I’ll never get through to you, will I?”
“I don’t think so.”
Iyami groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m already tired of you. Anything to say while I try to retain my patience?”
“Right! With this song, I’m really trying to open up. You know,” he looks at the camera, the picture of rosy-cheeked innocence, “under all the confidence that I show onstage and all, I still have my moments of feeling a little insecure. This song was made to show off that side of me, so I really hope it goes well!” After a few quiet “aww”s from the crowd, he adds on, almost as if he was surprised, “Oh! And today’s an extra special performance of it! I’ll be doing this song other times in the future, but this performance is extra special, just for your show, Iyami!”
He looks genuinely surprised for a moment. “Are… Are you serious?”
“Mmhmm! Look, they’re setting up my props right now, it’s all French cafe stuff. I thought it’d fit super nice!” Glasses, an espresso mug and saucer, and a few pieces of silverware are carefully set atop a white-painted wrought iron cafe table with a wooden top, a small mic clipped to its surface.
“For once, one of you was thoughtfu– wait. Was all this just to gain my favor?”
“Sorry, Iyami, I gotta go! The show must go on and all that stuff!” Todomatsu scampers down to the stage, calming down to an idle stroll as the calm guitar kicks in, settling down in his seat and twiddling his thumbs as he takes a deep breath. Then the beat drops in.
((For an example of how this would sound, try Inferiority Complex by Park Kyung featuring Eunha! Jams under the read more))
He drums out the beat on the tabletop, and begins an adorably nervous melody, talking about how the person he’s fallen for makes him feel braver just by being around.
Totty falls into a comfortable groove in the first verse, dinging out a few notes on the glasses, all filled with different levels of water, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the pale wood, looking a bit fretful, but exhilarated. The chorus kicks up again, and he nearly hides behind his hands once or twice.
A few members of the audience recall an episode of the web series– he mentioned that tutting seemed like fun, and that he wanted to give it a try before the trend faded away. Now was his chance, it seems. As he began rapping, the syncopation playful but intricate, his fingers start twirling around each other, interlocking and moving in and out of grooves and shapes made by the opposing hand, forming heart shapes more often than not.
He moves the miniscule mug and twirls the saucer that was beneath it, a cocoa brown heart painted on both sides of the disc, and he lets the audience know that this is the last sing-along ba-da-ba-ba-ba section, singing just a bit more himself, looking into the camera through his eyelashes, thanking the person who he fell for, promising he’ll keep getting bolder. The song ends, and he resumes his stance from the start, twiddling his thumbs and taking breaths to calm himself down.
When the audience claps, he giggles for a second before standing back up, bowing. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
It was a sly trick, and it worked.
“Next one to perform!” Chibita punches the die down the stairs again. This time, the one facing up is…
The die landed with a heavy, frightening thump. The side facing up was…
“Five! Jyuushimatsu, you’re first, idjit!”
Jyuushimatsu jumps up, running over to the chair next to Iyami with an excited wave to the audience.
Once everything died down, Jyuushimatsu still fidgets and kicks his feet as Iyami asks him a few things.
“So, Jyuushimatsu–”
“Yes! I’m Jyuushimatsu!”
“Ouais, ouais, we know this already. The staffers who helped you on this song mentioned that you worked through an issue when it came to this song.” Iyami braces himself for stupidity. “Tell us about that.”
“Hmm… so, I’m a little high-tension, you know? I get super excited and I can’t stay still!” He’s already bouncing in his seat. “So, you see, uh. Sometimes I have to remind myself to stay in one spot during choreography, so this is sort of how I worked through it.”
“Really? How so?”
“Most of it is miming and I have no steps to remember or marks to hit outside of the choruses! It’s a pretty sweet deal!!”
“I should have known. Get on with it, already, go!”
Jyuushimatsu stands up straight, and… marches to the stage as the rat a tat of drums sounds out. As he draws close to the stage, so does a marching band dressed in yellow. (A miniaturized arrangement, of course. Iyami’s stage is rather small, so only a few of each instrument make it onstage with a small amount of space left for him up front.)
((The song example for Jyuushimatsu barely needs to be changed; just a few girl->boy swaps and some extra teasing and he’s set! Saboten To Ribbon By Momoiro Clover Z. You can find the translation at papercoleena! More stuff under the read more.))
It’s all very… cute, despite being mostly rapping set to a marching band that’s desperately trying not to laugh. He enthusiastically mimes an excited festival day, carefully giving a gift, the immediate destruction of said gift, and wasting no time in mending what was broken, kissing any scrapes or cuts from reassembly (by blowing a kiss right into the camera)! This date, this relationship, it’s all so dreamlike and lovely that he can hardly stand it!
It all seems standard until he whips out the impressions of his brothers. To his credit, he’s giving his older three brothers more rhythm than they have.
Hunched over, the lights purple, “You know what? I honestly don’t think this is going too bad.”
Stiff and pointing, lights green. “But he doesn’t hang back, or think, or question if he’s doing everything the best he can!”
Smooshing his own cheeks, lights pink. “He might be kinda awkward, but he’s still doing his best! Kinda childish, kinda dippy, but he’s still doing his best!”
Rubbing his nose, lights red, “He must be really interested; it takes a lot to keep his focus, right?”
Dropping to one knee, lights blue, “An eternal love can be a finicky thing– perhaps this is what his cautiousness looks like!”
He returns to himself and his sunny yellow-amber lights without a second of hesitation, continuing his excited bouncing and singing until everything goes orange and fairytale-like. Suddenly, he’s singing in all seriousness, and it’s enough to leave his brothers a bit slack jawed in the front row.
But just when he wonders what will happen to him and the one he loves… the excited music picks up again, and he carries on like nothing happened, declaring this story as something only just beginning!
The audience is laughing and cheering, and Chibita and his die are already at the top of the steps again. “Man, what a tough act to follow! I feel bad for you dumbasses. Ok! Next up, we got…!” He headbutts the die down the stairs this time.
It bounces, tumbles, and lands. Next up is…
I hope all my Muslim followers are safe and loved; what’s happening in the USA right now is an absolute crime and not a single part of you has deserved it
Iyami seems stern. Serious. Almost melancholy.
He sighs, and he speaks. “I thought I was done with these six little branleurs, but here I am, stuck with them again. Because of their upcoming Valentine’s day vote, they wish to all plead their case with a song. Be warned: you can dress them up, but you can’t take them anywhere. Get out your helmets and earplugs! It is time for the Valentine’s Day Battle!”
The sextuplets all rush the stage, screaming and brandishing weapons, and just before they collide, Iyami’s opening sequence plays, with the original version of Valentine Kiss laid over the usual tune.
As a janitor crosses the stage, mop bucket stained just a little… reddish… Iyami settles behind his desk, hastily combing his hair back into place. “Bonjour, viewing audience! Sorry to disappoint you with tonight’s content; Mr. Flag is in charge of more than just musical talent.” Under his breath, he mutters, “I’m not in the mood to go back under the bridge just yet.” He seems to snap back into jokey host mode as he waves an arm toward the front row, showing the sextuplets lined up in some rather nice duds.
“These six rapscallions are holding a vote right now, for who would be the most appealing to give a gift to and receive some amour from. Personally, I’m hoping enough people write in ‘Neither! It’s Iyami or nothing at all!’” The audience laughs, and he frowns for a moment. “I do hope that you’re agreeing with me. But, these six still see a reason to fight, and that is why tonight is a battle of the musical sort! All six are premiering a solo song full of the romance their crusty little hearts couldn’t manage without songwriters and a team telling them how to pose.” Bless their hearts, the boys are laughing too. And doing stupid poses.
Iyami gestures behind the camera. “I’m not the only one on set who’s known these brutes since they were small! In the back of the audience is my former protege, Chibita,” the camera cuts to the short man standing by a large white box in the aisle of the back row, “who, might I add, will be getting a cooking show of his very own at the start of next month!”
Chibita grins. “While I’m not giving away the secrets of my oden to just anybody, I figure I could do something about bringing good ol’ traditional comfort food back to the masses without breaking the bank! You’ll be able to watch it on this channel at–”
“Chibita.”
“What?”
“Save the self promotion for the end of the show. Give these poor people a reason to watch this episode until the end!“ Iyami snickers, and Chibita can’t help but smile back.
“All right, you old fart. So!” The camera moves back, revealing the box to be an oversized die. “To decide which of these damn idiots is going when, I’m gonna roll this bad boy down the steps towards the stage! Everyone got their arms and legs in their seats?” A few people near him snicker. He smiles and says “Don’t make me turn this show around, damn it!” and proceeds to laugh at his own joke more than the audience does. As he wipes his eyes, he lifts a leg. “Our first dumbass to get up and sing his heart out is…!”
He kicks the die, and it goes bouncing and tumbling down the stairs. When it lands, the side on top is…
((Stay tuned!))
((You’re not being dense, no need to fret! Maybe my wording was just convoluted.
Your vote needs to be an ask including these three things:
a heart symbol so I can be sure it’s a vote. Text symbols and emojis are a-ok,
who you would want to give a gift or confession to, and
who you would want a gift or confession from.
If you leave only one name, or only say one category, I will assume that you would choose him for both.
people have voted for all six.
On anon and off anon are fine, and… psst, you can vote multiple times. I won’t tell management.
Happy voting!
🍀Mod Clover))
((to save time and heartache, I’m just going to assume that every ask containing only half of the vote has chosen that brother for both categories. I’ve gotten a llllot of those.
Also, anon? You can totally vote for all six, but. If you want your favorite(s) to have a special edge above the rest, get specific! Who would you confess/give a gift to, and who would you want a confession from? Tell us! The name change doesn’t mean the event is over ❤))
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