#matsuuno

[cujoh-not-kujo-blog]

💪+reverse. you have permission to yeet.

Send “💪” for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up!  REVERSED

Jolyne was never really insecure about her height. Even growing up, being taller than most of the students in her school bothered her very little– save for the few times someone would comment that she was ‘too tall to get a boyfriend’. But right now? With Osomatsu? Well, maybe she just wished he was any other height than the one he was. 

A.K.A. Not fucking, perfect boob height.

Grabbing Osomatsu firmly by his upper arms, Jolyne pressed them tightly against his torso before lifting him up to her height, teeth gritting she channeled her inner Jotaro.

“If I have to tell you one more time where my face is, I’m going to punch yours in. Got it?” 

She then promptly dropped him into the nearby water fountain. 

[youllgocrystalcrazy]

   Now here’s a familiar face, and it’s his next door neighbor of all things! Leaving his house next door, Cortex hadn’t failed to notice him. He’s seen this young man once, back in the last city he was pulled to. In brief passing as well. After hearing some whines about needing a ‘kind’ and ‘generous’ stranger to give him money, Cortex complied and was willing to give this man a chance. The rest was a bit hazy in his mind. Certainly something to do with being put back home shortly afterwards. Normally, Cortex wouldn’t do this for anyone, but if someone was willing to sell out for whatever means, surely he wouldn’t have minded the evil scientist bending his ear for a bit. “You There!!! YES, YOU YOUNG MAN!” He calls out, waving an arm around as his large head stuck through the window of his room. All an attempt to grab his attention. “You There!! In RED!!” If he wasn’t careful, he would certainly- “I Have a propositiooooooooAAAHHH!!!” 

   Finally succumbing to gravity, poor Cortex falls from the window, comically rolling off the roof, and into a tree. A few pained grunts and yelps are heard until finally he falls on the grass of the front yard, limp. “...oww...” He’d feel that in the morning... Slowly, he pushes himself up off the grass, pressing a hand to his temple. “That is not... how I imagined this would go down. Heheh... Ugrh.” Not only has he hurt himself pretty badly, but now he’s made a fool of himself again. Only this time, it was in front of a potential ally. His steps shaky, he sways to-and-fro a he approaches him. “Ow... I- Ahh! Apologize for the sudden call for attention, my boy. But I have a question... Nay. A Favor to ask of you. AH!!!” Despite his age, he’s definitely durable. A few pops are heard from his body as he tries to stand before him, wincing and yelping with each crick.

   “Ahhh... If I recall from our last encounter, you were in search for a means to get an income, right? A Job?”

[bashfullygreen]

@matsuuno x

“What do we do?” Mizi was quick to keep himself shoulder-to-shoulder with Osomatsu. “I don’t want to be rude..!” He his kept his voice low as well.

[bubonem]

@matsuuno

Eto wondered just how far she’d been wandering about now. People seemed wary of strangers, which she thought to be a safe ideology to have. However, such wariness had lead to violence, of which Eto may not have started, but she certainly did finish. With a feline at her side, Eto desired to find a place to stay for the evening. It was getting dark, and while she knew she would be particular fine camping out, she did believe her spoiled pet could do the same.

So, she stopped within the first establishment she could find-- a tavern offering rooms to those willing to pay the price. Dust was no problem, and Eto was pleased to see that it was still the effective currency used. It didn’t make sense, but nothing currently did, so Eto didn’t think too hard about it.

Stepping inside, Eto noticed the hostile glares she was given from passersby. She hardly cared, so long as she could find a place to stay for the evening; apparently the man behind the front counter was of a similar mind. So long as her money was good, he didn’t seem to care whom his tavern served.

A few minutes was all it took for Eto to put her pet and belongings away within her room. She didn’t particularly like the idea of leaving such precious things in an unfamiliar space, but, she supposed she had little other choice. Either way, food was necessary-- meat and water would have to do for both her and her pet this evening. 

Coming downstairs to place her order from the tavern’s bar, Eto was immediately annoyed by the level of noise. In particular, one loud man was making a ruckus-- the smell of the entire room gave explanation why, and her nose crinkled at the stench of alcohol. Though, while most of the bar-goers appeared to be human, the one making the most noise had distinct horns. Eto regarded him with a glare, and could only sit and wait until her order was prepared.

“...”

[roughandtumblewakeupcall-blog]

Now that was a guy who looked like he could have fun. And well, he was all decked out in red just like Flip, which meant he must have good taste. 

“Hey!” He shouted, waving his arm and crossing the street to the other. 

“Cigar? Peppermint? How ‘bout excitement? I’m Flip! Please tell me I’m right in thinkin’ you don’t have a mile long stick up your ass like half the rest of the people around here.” 

@matsuuno

[empurrress]

matsuuno replied to your post “   // RP a Lego. All the cool kids are doing it.”

don't tempt me))

   // J̷̠̆͑o̸̻̟̾ḯ̴̮n̶͕̤̋ ̴̧́Ư̴̺̾ṣ̴͗͒

[landsharkbite]

You’ve always gotten this odd, satisfying rush from forcing others to guess as to whether or not you’re really paying attention to what’s happening around you. Keeps them on their toes, you’ll say. Unpredictability adds another protective layer to your personal bubble, even if it’s only really effective with people who don’t know you.

Folks who are willing to chance it regardless are a rarity, but you deal with them. Case in point... you’ve just caught a young man by the wrist after you felt your holster bag jostle just a bit too tellingly.

“Rethink that move, son.”

This time it turns out you were paying attention. An unyielding grip of iron says you’re not about to let him go without having made your point.

@matsuuno

[gildedusurper]

🖕

Nonverbal starters || NOT ACCEPTING

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

“ What an interesting way of saying hello! I don’t think I’ve quite seen that hand gesture before. ” 

     Not even seconds after and he’s already mirroring his actions, examining his own raised middle finger with intrigue before chuckling lowly to himself. How mysterious. He’ll have to try this with a few people close to him. Maybe it was some new and hip form of giving someone a compliment.

[haarlequinade]

matsuuno replied to your post “❛ Is my face the problem? ❜”

[ Oso voice: i'll allow it ]

“Sweet!” 

And so she punches him right in the nose, no holding back!

[suplex51]

♑

FANTASIA ASKS!

♑ “How do the townspeople view your muse?”

“Yeah, remember what I said about how cool it is to be Scryo? It IS, don’t get me wrong! But if there’s one thing I’m starting to get really tired of? It’s the fetch quests. The ‘Collect-A-Thoning.’ All the time, around every corner, someone’s gonna be there, begging me to find the stupidest shit!” 

“And my goddamn video game character instincts won’t let me say ‘no!’” 

Side missions mattered. Always.

[isolaradiale]

Hi mods! I couldn't stay away for long. Reapping Osomatsu Matsuno from Mr. Osomatsu/ Osomatsu-san. My previous url was nagomioniisan, and you can find my app at /app!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Osomatsu!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 236.

You will receive everything you had in your previous stay.

– mod pleiades.

[idylle-enclave-blog]

And without further ado, here's Osomatsu Matsuno from Osomatsu-san! App is to the right, or under /app.

Welcome Osomatsu!

I hope you don’t get seasick ‘cause you will be living in SH-2, right next to your little bro who went vacationing without you. How rude!

Happy Vacationing!

-Mod Articuno

[anglerfishnabe]

↱

being lost with them .

“ …. “

No matter how many times he taps the screen, nothing seems to happen. The paper map is soaked, rain really got him at an inopportune time. He shoves it to trash. Ogata has little idea where exactly this is. Somewhere in Cotes, Little Tokyo as they called.

“ You. “

He turns to the guy standing there not far from him. Maybe he could see if his phone would do the job better.

“ Give me your phone. “ 

[cujoh-not-kujo-blog]

@matsuuno takes his first sip of Respecting Jolyne Juice!

Jolyne figured if she was going to be subject to her stand ability being so limited, she might as well learn to fight with the limitations. Maybe if she herself got stronger, even the individual strands of string would as well, seeing as they were a part of her. Finding the parks in her own ward to be a bit sparse, Jolyne headed to the Rasen Ward in order to look for some privacy.

There, the parks were a bit more dense, despite having many picnic-goers that enjoyed the ever-blooming cherry blossom trees. Jolyne walked past them, down a dirt path that some would use to head deeper into the cherry blossom-speckled forest. She would be in relative privacy there.

Using Stone Free, Jolyne turned her hand into a length of string when she knew that no one was around, and began to try to train the single strands strength. While she definitely could hang from things when her strings were braided together, a single strand could barely support her own weight; that’s what she wanted to work on. Raising her arm and throwing the string around a cherry blossom branch, Jolyne started to climb it, feeling the pain in the tense string as it struggled to support her. Naturally, it unwound and she landed back on the ground, but Jolyne remained undeterred.

A couple hours later, panting heavily and sweating, Jolyne finally began to see a bit of progress. She could now almost reach the cherry blossom branch she hung off of (not that it was too high up). If she could just reach and pull herself up on it, she would call it a day. With her hand grasped tightly around the string, she was in arms reach of the branch, and all she had to do was let go and snatch the thing before falling. Licking her lips, Jolyne yanked herself up one last time and reached for the branch, wincing from the added stress on the string. Her fingers just barely grazed the branch, unable to grip, before she started falling.

“Oh, hell--!” She yelped, landing on the ground with a loud ‘oof!’. The young woman groaned as she felt her body ache from the impact, but was surprised to find that her landing was... cushioned... Oh no. Looking under her back, Jolyne realized she completely landed on someone, and she felt panic swell in her chest. Quickly getting up and winding her hand back to normal, Jolyne pushed her bangs back in worry as she looked at the victim, her eyebrows knit together.

“Oh my god-- I’m so sorry are you okay?”

[envymachine]

You’ve got mail. By the way, you’re fucked.

“Hey! Language! And why are you looking in my mailbox, anyway?” Despite his words, Darrell held out his hand expectantly. “So, was there something really bad?”

[vexxcore]

@matsuuno

[cotes was shiroki's playground, and he was happy to roam wherever drew his eye. if he had half a mind to ditch his archimedes place and get his hands on one of those keys, he'd move out here, just enough of a home vibe without the dystopian nightmare qualities he had grown so used to. moving was a hassle he'd rather not entertain, though, and so he simply found himself spending more and more time amongst the kanji-laden streets, the dead of night leaving only bright neon to light his way.]

[and it seems tonight lead him to the red lights, cheap tavern after cheap tavern passing him up until he said fuck it and dipped into one of the more seedy, shady ones, slick and sliding his way to the bar with one eye scanning over the nights patronage. and as he settled himself in a seat, about to hail the bartender for something strong, an unfamiliar man tried to stumble himself into a stool adjacent, already three sheets to the wind and tripping over himself.]

[normally he wouldn't really cast a passing glance in a situation like this, but.. eh, fuck it. this could be fun to at least observe.]

oy.

you okay?