#oc: kozue

[koyoriin]

last dance

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[marshpufu]

Regardless of form, it is in Kozue's DNA to find ways to chew on Dante

[donatellowithabookinhishand9000]

"Merry Christmas Eve"

(Model outfit by Bikonos from Booth, RainUnderMyEyes created the holly tiara facepaint, background built by me in blender)

[radishly]

@honeybunsart AND I ARE MAKING SILLY LITTLE TWEETS WITH OUR HAIKYUU OC TEAM!!

INTRODUCING THE MASAYOSHI BOYS VOLLEYBALL TEAM! From Masayoshi High School, a Tokyo based high school with a powerhouse volleyball team. These are all OCs and were silly and just having fun so

Kim Youngjin, 3rd Year, Captain, Starter, Setter, #1

Mikawa Kouki, 3rd Year, Starter, Outside Hitter, #2

Fuchise Eriko, 3rd Year, Co-Captain, Bench, Middle Blocker, #3

Okitsu Umeko, 3rd Year, Manager

Eijiro Taio, 2nd Year, Starter, Middle Blocker, #6

Hata Masumi, 2nd Year, Bench, Outside Hitter, #7

Edamura Ryusaku, 2nd Year, Starter, Outside Hitter, #4

Kim Junah, 1st Year, Starter, Middle Blocker, #10

Adachi Kozu, 1st Year, Starter, Libero, #13

Ikeda Asa, 1st Year, Bench, Setter, #9

[juniperjellyfish]

Hmm. Two requests? Feel free to do one, two, or none

One: your PFP in your style

Two: Grand Sensei Dareth and his loyal General Kozu

Here you go!

My pfp and a (very) rough sketch of Grand Sensei Dareth and his loyal general Kozu (based on that one meme)

[hitomi-kozue]

Fujin, his OC and his child (OC).

I really wanted to finish this before his birthday,

so I haven't decided on a name for the OC yet (I drew it slowly and in a hurry).

[da-bestest-writer]

Unnamed Baki Next gen au. part 1

The main character is Tomoe Hanma

she's Baki and Kozue's daughter, Obviously considering her name and the kind of au this is.

She would probably start the 'series' at around 12-14, and sheltered from the fighting world by her parents. as far as she knows initially is that her father was an amateur martial artist who didn't get to go professional since her mom thought it'd be dangerous.

she knows of her grandfather to a degree, Mostly that her mother doesn't like him very much, While her dad's relationship with him is very comploicated, She's a clever enough girl to realize it was abusive but not to what extent.

Eventually Yujirou comes for a surprise visit for her birthday. And initially seems to be a /mostly/ normal grandfather, Sure he lacks social graces, and he gets really intense about things,, And he speaks like a character from her favorite fighting manga But he's not scary in the slightest.

Baki and Kozue decide to humor Yujiro, and the day goes on as normal, Until Tomoe overhears her father and grandfather talking. "Ya know baki, I was real dissapointed when i heard your woman gave birth to a girl, Even more so when the idiot doctors she trusted so much more or less made her infertile. " Yujiro spoke, Making Tomoe's heart sink a little, Was she a disappointment?"But, She's still my blood, And yours too... I shouldn't be disappointment in her lack of potential, Because as a hanma it's certainly there, But i am pretty pissed at you for not helping her to bring it out."

"c'mon dad, " Her own father starts to speak "It's not like she has to follow the same path we did, She's just a kid. If she wants to pick up fighting she'll do it on her own time, When she's an adult." Tomoe listened intently. "I'm not interested in being the strongest in the world, And i don't need my child to be either. She's Tomoe hanma and she's her own person."

Yujiro leaves it alone at that, The conversation shifts to more normal family stuff, Almost as if they knew she was listening in... \

Later on, When its time to open gifts, Yujiro steps forward with a pair of tickets. "Here kid" Yujiro says with a smirk that would almost be mistaken as dangerous if he weren't her granpa "Two tickets to Androv Dade's title defense match,Tonite at 7:30"

Kozue has none of it, She looks ready to throw hands with her father in law then and there. Fighting is dangerous, And barbaric, she's not letting her kid see such things...

Baki puts his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Aw, C'mon now, It's not like she'd be getting in the ring. It's juist a way for her to spend time with her grandpa, Nothing more." Though Tomoe can hear some distrusting tension in her father's voice, The subject is left alone for the time being.

Later that night, Yujiro and Tomoe go to the Tokyo dome to watch the fight. And Androv Dade winds up winning the match very quickly.

The arrogant romanian begins taunting the crowd, Saying he has pleanty of gas in the tank and he'd take on any man there. Taking that as an invitation, Yujiro steps into the ring.

"Is this really the world's greatest welterweight? Even the world class punching bags of my day had more talent in their left pinky than you've got! A little girl without a day of training in her life could take you out!"

Dade questions who Yujiro is to say such things, Only for the old, but No less powerfully built man to reveal the dreaded demon back, Flexing hard enough for his shirt to disintegrate. "They used to call me the ogre, When i was a young man. You should be honored to even be standing here with me... I can see the excitement in your eyes. But i'm not the one challenging you. "

He leaps back to the stands, and with ease picked up Tomoe with his hands on her shoulders. "Meet my granddaughter! "

[kennycantdecide]

This is the funniest thing I’ve ever written in my life

Raiden Ei would kin Nana Daiba I said what I said

[kogameh]

HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM AGKOKORO!!

[marshpufu]

Give him lööps

[leleouwu]

Characters whoever from where ever you want wearing onesie like the cute ones NOW! 🫢😤

Almost forgot to reply to this today but I'm done! And I know u probably meant only one character buuut I got 3 since I found a funny reference for it, anygays, have poly Me, Baki, Kozue and Hanayama in a slumber party!

Yaay frog onesies! And here's some closeups bcz ye(and yeah I'm wearing a beanie under the onesie bcz I had a schmol problem with my hair and have to wait sum time until I can shave it like Jack's hair lol)

[animewolf38]

Update on Kozue!!!! 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 6th picture by @55cdfc-f7a8b8-ffffff-f7a8b8-55cd which I still owe like $80 next time we see each other I’ll pay you I swear

[radishly]

Masayoshi Twitter 2 😋🙏

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish - special chapters

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>On the mat with Mrs. Hanayama: memories of Matsumito Kozue<

Matsumoto was still shivering at the mention of that evening. She made an appointment with her friends in the city, they spent a very pleasant evening, and then, as usual, split up to go home. Kozue had never been followed by anyone, and this time clearly felt that she was being watched. She tensed mechanically, quickening her pace. She heard people walking behind her. Not even one man, there were several of them. She was scared, even though she had few streets to go, especially since could take refuge with Baki. The sound of the footfall accelerated and it came closer, she began to run, felt someone's hand, a strong jerk, the weight of body on her, and after a while... darkness. She always thought she could at least scream, but it turned out that all she could do was close her eyes, cry silently, listen for the scuffling, and silently pray that the torment would end as soon as possible. Kozue felt them tearing clothes on her, sneaking in where she didn't want anyone but her beloved boyfriend. She didn't know how much time had passed, but at one point it was all over. She felt the sweet, refreshing scent of yuzu, and the people that held her stopped. Instead of tearing her thin blouse and quick breaths, gasps or disgusting comments, she heard the sounds of punches, solid blows, bones cracking, something splashing around. Then probably a knife was put to her throat, after a while it was gone, but she clearly felt something warm running down her arm.

It was no different this time, something warm again, quite thick, but this time on the face. She fell painfully on the hard, battered tatami, hiding mouth in hands. She licked the crack in a hurry, tasted the iron she was slowly getting used to, as well as the hideous stench of the room on the edge of Suginami she had been in for that freak evening. The next morning she woke up in a practically furnished room, next to sat a black-haired woman telling her to get dressed, because they had to go to the hospital, and Kozue knew that despite the amount of kindness she received, for which she would never be able to repay, she would have another, enormous a request, even if she was to beg on her knees or lie down obligingly at Hanabis feet. She was very impressed with how Mrs. Hanayama dealt with Doyle, with whom some of the Tokugawa gladiators had a problem, she was shocked by the hell she had gone through and the path she had consciously chosen ... but Matsumoto couldn't help but take advantage of this incredible opportunity given by fate. She decided to take the same path a little so that she could become more independent.

That was why she was lying again, rubbing her buttock and side, sore from the impact, staring with the expression of a beaten dog at the woman standing in front of her. Legs hip-width apart, hands at the sides, head slightly tilted, so that the loose mane remained on the half of her head, fell slightly on her shoulder. She was dressed in a short, sporty top, a very loose sleeveless blouse tied in a knot in the abdomen, and shorts tightly tied around her massive thighs. She sighed heavily, looking at the lying girl with the expression "I told you so?"

- Get up. Break. - she ordered firmly, heading for the mattresses stacked on top of each other. - And sorry, there were supposed to be no traces...

- No, nothing happened, it's my fault. - Kozue muttered sluggishly, struggling to lift herself. - I'm hopeless.

- Yes, you will not be a champion, but I wouldn't be so strict. - Mrs. Hanayama assessed, sipping pink fluid from her water bottle.

- A woman's body is so weak and imperfect... - she whispered, feeling the tears stinging under her eyelids.

- FOR FUCKING GOD SAKE, GIRL! - Raven-haired snapped at her. - Weak?! Crippled?! Show me a man who would survive childbirth! Month after month, a man who suffers from pain from the most natural and healthy processes in his body! One that takes over life in multitasking mode! You will not find it, I guarantee you!

- But what does that change?

- "What does that change"?! Nature made us just like this, capable of withstanding it all and more! We are to live and give life and also protect it. A real woman is strong and aware of her power, while at the same time overwhelming with inner beauty. - she replied forcefully. - Yes, we are exposed to great pain ... but in all this pain, suffering, what some people think are our weaknesses, our bodies are also designed to give us a sea of pleasure!

Matsumoto blinked quickly. "Seas of Pleasure"? She wondered... she couldn't remember any pleasure in her own body. The only thing that popped into her mind was a night with Baki, but... it's him, isn't it? Not her. How could she even think about it?! After all, it is so embarrassing, pathological, inadequate ... Apparently, she thought too long about the meaning of Mrs. Hanayama's words, because she looked at Kozue with great astonishment.

- The clitoris, such an organ, designed only for "good for you". - she blurted out without pardon. - Between the legs.

Kozue felt she was burning with living fire. She didn't have such an open conversation with her own mother, the wife of the mafioso absolutely surprised her with a direct statement. She didn't know? She knew a little, had pretty good grades in biology, but no textbook was so thorough and simple in its descriptions. So it's her after all?

- Are you ashamed of your existence? - Mrs. Hanayama asked, looking at her searchingly. - So go ahead and kill yourself. Take the knife and stick it into the aorta. It's hard to screw it up, death is pretty quick ... only then a lot of cleaning ...

- Hanabi-sama ... how can you be so direct? - she asked finally, still blushing like a ripe tomato. - It's not appropriate ...

- It would be good if the disc from the spine did not fall out, I am not interested in any more. - the woman muttered, shrugging her shoulders. - Kitsune don't have something as redundant as shame. I can give you a definition, but I absolutely don't feel it.

Kitsune... she mentioned it once, a bit, when asked why such skills came from. According to what she said, Kozue concluded that the Fox-Women were kind of the missing link between a woman and a man, or so it sounded like. Strong, independent, with highly developed battle skills, incredibly volatile, intelligent, and endowed with captivating bodies. Beloved, they grew even more, an unstoppable force. Ever since she met her, she wanted to be, at least in a modest fraction, just like that, to support Baki, not just a burden for him. She still couldn't quite understand what the boy saw in the fights, but she decided not to get in his way, and to help him, for this she needed basic, even minimal skills to deal with difficult situations on her own. That is why she once again rose from the mattress, slightly straddling in front of her opponent, at least partially ready for the next blows. The loose t-shirt fell over long, black pants. Mrs. Hanayama smiled slightly as she jumped off the mattresses and walked over to her.

- I will not teach you martial arts, Kozue. - she announced.

- But you said ...

- It takes a lot of time, a lot of sacrifice to learn martial arts. Besides, I don't think you are fit enough. You'll only hurt yourself in a hurry. - she heard in response. - I promised that I would show you how to defend yourself effectively. I will keep my word. Attack.

She pulled herself together, focusing on everything she had been learning in the last few intense days. It wasn't much, but it was nevertheless enough to deliver a relatively looking blow. It was immediately parried, Hanabi blocked Kozue's hand with hers, while preventing the other from counterattacking with the other. Then she cut her legs, still making sure not to break her shoulder during the fall.

- You need self-defense to fight off assholes like THEM, and martial arts are unnecessary. Sort of. - Hanabi said, almost straddling her hips. - What I want to show you is Krav Maga, a combat system based on the most effective techniques in boxing, ju jitsu, judo, muay thai, wrestling ... and a few others altogether.

- And will I be able to fight? - she asked hopefully.

- If you control your fear in the moment of danger, you will not get killed and cause quite serious damage without risking harm to yourself. Except for a few bruises or maybe a few accidental sprains. Let's be realistic. - The black-haired girl explained, jingling with earrings. - Nice effect, I guess?

- But everything comes at a price. - She looked defiantly, remembering one of their first meetings on the mat. - How will I pay in this case?

- You will have to exercise a little to strengthen yourself after all, run to keep you fit, eat a little more to have strength ... - Mrs. Hanayama enumerated. - For this you need to understand the basics of anatomy, because without it you will not find where to hit to hurt. In other words, time will be your currency here. City rounds, on the other hand, can turn out to be an interesting excuse for a date!

According to her words, Krav Maga was supposed to be a method fairly quick to learn, it even looked like it in the end, but ... one day instead of Mrs. Hanayama, ... he appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, in a perfectly tailored suit. She saw him extremely rarely, usually when she happened to be with Baki. He walked over to her, right into the shadow that concealed the stairs to the musty room, as if she was waiting for him, adjusted the glasses on his nose. She felt involuntarily shaking from the inside at the sight of the scars cutting across his face, especially since the two were very fresh. The effect was magnified by a dressing on his left eye, she swallowed. He stuffed a large, slashed paw into a jacket pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his men in black jackets standing perfectly straight by a luxurious car. She recognized only the one who hung around with Mr. Hanayama the most.

- Hanabi told me about a woman whom she saved from a hideous fate ... - he muttered. - I didn't expect it to be you, Kozue.

- Y...Yeah ... that's how it turned out ... - she gasped, finally gathering herself. - I owe Hanabi-sama a huge debt of gratitude and ...

- I would say a lot more, but it's her business, not mine. - he summed up dryly. - I only came at her request to tell you that your meetings are being held.

- Something happened? - she said in a fit of apprehension. - Is Hanabi-sama ...

- My wife is temporarily indisposed. - he interrupted her, sliding hand out of pocket. - We don't know how long it will take.

He opened his paw as if he was giving her something. Kozue couldn't believe her eyes. In the very center of the cut skin sat a tiny, white, fur ball, with sharp, pointed ears, pale green eyes, slightly swinging with two fluffy tails. A shimmering purple satin was tied around his skinny neck, with a tiny pin attached to it, identical to the one worn by Mr. Hanayama. Golden, which was the symbol of the clan they both belonged to. The pet looked at her in the same way as the mafioso's wife, when she was surprised Kozue didn't understand something, then sighed heavily, smiled and winked at her.

- Ha... Ha... a... - she muttered, unable to utter a word, finally covering her mouth with her hands.

- I think Baki will explain what happened. - he added, setting the fox on his shoulder. - Now forgive me, it's time for us.

She watched as a muscular yakuza with a crumbly trifle on his shoulder walked away, got into the car, then screeched away from the decaying building on the outskirts of Suginami, where she secretly met his wife, trying to get her head together. He was probably right. She had to finally tell the truth to young Hanma.

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[im2tired4usernames]

In case anyone forgot what a loser I am I make myself merch of my looooooooooooooooooooooong dead DND games because frankly they are my blorbos and I need merch

[hitomi-kozue]

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