Welcome, my Karamatsu Girls!

Indie semi-selective, multi-everything blog for Karamatsu from Osomatsu-san. Please read rules and about! Corner pixel by daxrachet. Penned by Cat.

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Moved!

I love you Kara, but something has to give.

This blog is an archive and my Kara muse has been moved to a dual blog for both Kara and Ichi. You can find these new boys here!!

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RP: I’m (not) Blue

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belovedcerulean:

“Anyone could’ve done that. Anyone should’ve done it. If anything, you should be pissed at me, since it’s kind of my fault that you got attacked anyway… quit painting me like some kind of hero already…” Despite his words, his face was flushing ever so slightly.

God.

God, this guy was so, so painful.

And he was speaking French, too.

Kara didn’t know whether he was impressed aggravated or in physical pain from his lookalike’s way of talking. He could just walk away and sleep on the couch, and let this… utterly painful man take the whole bed, but—

—with a frustrated sigh, he sat down on the side of his bed, next to the injured man.

The French really got to him, okay? Fucking bite him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Aren’t we both?” he asks as the other finally joins him, his expression a mix of pride and something else. Borderline cocky. He did good and he knows it.

“You may be part of the cause...  but you didn’t leave me there. That’s the point that I’m trying to make. You didn’t let me die or something. You may be a grumpy clone, but you’re not heartless. Heh. So, Karamatsu Angel still stands.”

God he was tired, but sleep would have to pry him from the brink -- he was going to spend as much time as he could staring at this clone.. person.. man.

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{/dusts the blog off

I updated the theme and some small stuff in the hopes of waking the son up from his long nap. I’m around (ish) if someone needs me!}

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wear

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATSUNO BROS!!

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Any song that has to do with sunshines and guitars always reminds me of kinniku and nothing will stop that

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(( It’s been awhile since I’ve drawn blue poison I think…?? so here are some warm-up doodles of my shit son. drawing bodies is harder than I remember wtf, I feel super rusty rip ))

(( I also tried drawing in an ososan style. I’m getting the hang of it, I think—?? I really like drawing in this style, tbh it’s very refreshing— ))

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THE COOLER KARAMATSU

(Lowkey really like the concept of Todomatsu teachin Kara to be less of an 80s kid when it comes to fashion.)

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{*sobs happily* I finally got him!}

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{I saw these on Facebook and my first thought was of Kara HELP}

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I’m a hopeless romantic in a world that doesn’t love me back

12:29 a.m. (via beautilesss)

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The princess and the... that

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There wasn’t anyo-

Oh. Dear. God.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Two screams rang out in the cell as the poor knight quickly raised the small shield on his arm to defend himself. “Wait! Wait! I’m not here to hurt you! I’m here to rescue you!”

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The princess would’ve barely registered the poor, shocked knight’s plea, were it not for the sharp pain that shot up his leg for having it hit something much harder than a person’s face. The moment of pause and pain gave him a few moments to actually listen, and when the words reached his ears—

“—oh.”

Then, his eyes lifted up to look at his rescuer’s face, and then there was another, a little bit more surprised, “Oh.”

He stared for a few moments, frazzled, before clearing his throat, face reddening slightly. “O-oh, oh no—I’m sorry! I thought you were a guard, or another one of those horrid interrogators…! Are you hurt, sir?”

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Thank goodness for shields. Of course he was a pretty pathetic knight if a screaming human being in a dress was enough to get him screaming bloody murder. Still, he was about to be kicked in the face. Desperate times = desperate measures.

Finally getting a look at the princess (after he’s done peeking out from behind his shield like a chicken) he’s surprised at what he sees. He knew the princess wasn’t your conventional royal but he wasn’t really expecting his own face. Suddenly Kara was wondering if the princess could tell that they were identical, or if his helmet was saving him some of that awkward grief.

“I-I’m alright,” he finally says, standing straight. “It’s quite brave of you to jump your captors like that. ...How have you not escaped yet?” Might as well give his efforts the benefit of the doubt.

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RP: Thrift Store

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lapisjumiknight:

“Which name do you prefer to be addressed as? … Where are we? Why am I even here?… Are you a king? Is that why you have gemstones on your pants?” Normally he’d ask about Pearl again , but this guys fashion was way to distracting! Why was he dressed like that?! So strange.

“I’m so confused… all I remember was the world pretty much ending. Earthquakes… Destruction… For much fear and death…” The Jumi mentioned wth sadness as he looked down. He had his guesses about this place. It wasn’t Fa’Diel. But he should at least make sure. “This place isn’t called Fa’Diel is it…”

That was a lot of questions. Kara blinks a few times before finally speaking up. “You can just call me Karamatsu and no, I’m not a king,” he says before posing painfully. “I can be quite, heh, kingly but these are not gemstones. They’re called sequins.”

The mention of sadness and death causes his expression to droop. It sounded like he’d seen it all. He felt bad that he couldn’t help, but it was almost worse having to confirm his fears. “No. You’re on Earth, it’s 2017.”

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A - Age: 28 B - Biggest fear: Losing touch with my bestie. C - Current time: 10:58PM D - Drink you last had: Dr. Pepper E - Every day starts with: A groggy get the heck out of bed. F - Favorite song: It depends. A good fall back fav is Not Alone! from FF9 G - Ghosts are they real: I think I might have seen one once, so maybe. I - In love with: Someone. M - Middle name: Madeleine Elizabeth N - Number of siblings: One older sister. O - One wish: Stable income/financial security (lowkey wish: 5-star Takumi) P - Person you last called/texted: On my phone: my sister; online: Roe. Q - Questions you are always asked: ”Everything okay?” or something to that effect. R - Reasons to smile: Family and friends. S - Song last sang: Not includhing what is currently playing, I think it was Lost in Thoughts All Alone. T - Time you woke up: After 1pm sometime. Clock went off at like 10:46 but w/e. U - Underwear color: A very bright pink. V - Vacation destination: Nova Scotia or Japan. W - Worst habit: Nail biting. X - X-Rays you’ve had: Teeth, mostly. I don’t recall any others. Y - Your favorite food: Chocolate Z - Zodiac sign: Virgo/Libra on the cusp (identifying as a Libra) and a Dragon

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P.S: Happy Family Day! (It’s a provincial holiday, don’t ask!)

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IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.

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• NAME. Karamatsu • ANIMAL.  Kangaroo • BOYS NAME.  Ken • GIRLS NAME.  Karly • COLOR.  Khaki • MOVIE.  Karate Kid • SOMETHING YOU WEAR.  Kimono (”No one ever said I had to wear it.”) • DRINK.   Kool-Aid • FOOD.   Kentucky Fried Chicken • SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM.  K-Y Jelly • PLACE.  Kamloops (woo thank you geography!) • REASON FOR BEING LATE. Knocking your head on the sink

{I don’t feel like tagging anyone, but interested parties who see this are free to blame me!}

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Rules: Use this to pixel yourself and your muse

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Muse:  Karamatsu

Mun:  Cat

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