So much muse, so little time.

Leon collapsed, vision swaying, flashing in cool tones of blue. His time had run out; the infection spread up his neck in dark tendrils, marring up his cheek. The pain slowly quieted to a distant throb, his limbs numbing...

"I wish my life would change. Every day is the same bullshit, you know?"

His tongue retracted messily, smearing his smiley mouth with a coppery, red sheen. Then, he lifted Ichimatsu's shirt and peered up it, searching for his prize.

What did the purple ticket even do? He had no idea, but that didn't stop him from wanting it.

It was true, Ichimatsu loved all animals. But he didn't love all animals equally. Still, he loved them more than people. Rather low on the list, though, were dogs.

And sometimes, he had to admit, hanging around Jyushimatsu felt like hanging around a dog. It wasn't too far from the truth either, considering past instances that have… happened.

A quiver ran through his whole body once his shirt was lifted---from the chill of the air, of course. A hot and cold sweat mixed. His gaze darted around the room as if trying to find an escape from this. "A-actually . . .," he took a step back, gently pressing his hands to the other's shoulders in order to slide him away from him a bit.

A small, awkward smile tugged at his lips, "I got the Wonka Ketchup accidentally all over me since I was also looking for the purple ticket too. I even found it. Would you like to come see?" he gestured towards the door.

Outside! Yes, that's where that door led to! Jyushimatsu loved being outside. It was his only outlet to fully unleash his boundless energy safely. Whether it was practicing his swing or swimming in the canals, he always found some way to occupy himself out there. With Ichimatsu, he bet they could find way more fun stuff to get into!

Leaping towards the door, he repressed the urge to drag out his dog costume for walkies. His curiosity for the purple ticket outweighed his love of chaos.

"It's just around back here . . ." a single, low laugh fell from him as he directed Jyushimatsu to the back garden yard. There was Karamatsu's stupid ass bike he was working on sitting there. And to the left of that, a mound of dirt.

Then, to the left of that, was a rather sizable ditch.

Upon taking a few more steps closer to the ditch, Ichimatsu gestured towards it. Within it was one of the Hijirisawa twins. Shonosuke Hijirisawa, not looking his best. Actually, not looking at all because he was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Dead, ripped open, and doused with the Wonka ketchup. "If you want the ticket, it's right down there. Though you might have to dig around a little first. Say, . . . how good are you at chewing through bone?"

Why was ketchup coming out of Hijirisawa's insides? Did he eat so much that he burst? It wasn't that tasty...

A voice whispered to him from the back of his mind. It said, 'I know what that really is. He's hurt... maybe worse.'

However, the voice was quiet. It came often but Jyushimatsu usually found it hard to listen to when he had so many other, louder thoughts. A sleeve came up to rub his mouth thoughtfully.

His tongue retracted messily, smearing his smiley mouth with a coppery, red sheen. Then, he lifted Ichimatsu's shirt and peered up it, searching for his prize.

What did the purple ticket even do? He had no idea, but that didn't stop him from wanting it.

It was true, Ichimatsu loved all animals. But he didn't love all animals equally. Still, he loved them more than people. Rather low on the list, though, were dogs.

And sometimes, he had to admit, hanging around Jyushimatsu felt like hanging around a dog. It wasn't too far from the truth either, considering past instances that have… happened.

A quiver ran through his whole body once his shirt was lifted---from the chill of the air, of course. A hot and cold sweat mixed. His gaze darted around the room as if trying to find an escape from this. "A-actually . . .," he took a step back, gently pressing his hands to the other's shoulders in order to slide him away from him a bit.

A small, awkward smile tugged at his lips, "I got the Wonka Ketchup accidentally all over me since I was also looking for the purple ticket too. I even found it. Would you like to come see?" he gestured towards the door.

Outside! Yes, that's where that door led to! Jyushimatsu loved being outside. It was his only outlet to fully unleash his boundless energy safely. Whether it was practicing his swing or swimming in the canals, he always found some way to occupy himself out there. With Ichimatsu, he bet they could find way more fun stuff to get into!

Leaping towards the door, he repressed the urge to drag out his dog costume for walkies. His curiosity for the purple ticket outweighed his love of chaos.

(@multimusemadness)

"It's . . . the new Wonka ketchup . . . Comes with a golden purple ticket."

His tongue retracted messily, smearing his smiley mouth with a coppery, red sheen. Then, he lifted Ichimatsu's shirt and peered up it, searching for his prize.

(Hello, this is a Bottom Osomatsu BLMatsu R18 Askblog. What a mouthful. If you made it this far, great.)

Okay, let’s go over a few things:

1: Ask anything really, it doesn’t have to be BLMatsu related. You can even ask something to any of the brothers. They’re there to keep an eye on the eldest. *wink wink nudge nudge* If you know what I mean.

2: I have every right to refuse an ask that I feel uncomfortable with so nothing too dark. (Although I do like dark stuff.) This is supposed be somewhat lighthearted, probably suggestive and funny. And please don’t spam, no one likes that.

3: I’m slow, so don’t feel discouraged if I take a while to upload. I’ll eventually get to them.

4: If something is R18, it will be properly tagged and marked. But of course, Tumblr doesn’t allow certain… unmentionables so I’ll be avoiding that.