#baki musashi

[corvlth]

It was cut down to move the story along but I just know he's been playing with that lighter for an hour at least

#baki the grappler #baki #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #baki memes #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #shitpost

[turtle-boris]

No words can explain how down bad I am for this man. (Like DAMN, YALL SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS IN THE NINTH PHOTO) he's got me goin feral😍😍😩

#baki musashi #hot older men #cutie patootie #my bbg fr #hes so bbg #he's hot

[yandere-writer-momo]

Starting the Baki Christmas off a little early. With Musashi Miyamoto!!! Enjoy some fluff!!

Merry Christmas to my friend, @corvlth!!!

Baki Short Stories: Christmas Cookies

“This is a gingerbread house and we have to put it together- what are you doing?” (Your name) turned to Musashi who was eating the gumdrops with a perplexed expression on his face. The samurai hummed at (your name) with his face scrunched up.

There were various candies, icing, and even some gingerbread men on the table before the two. (Your name) had baked gingerbread men especially for the occasion so Musashi could decorate cookies for their house… but he was only interested in eating everything. Greedy bastard.

“The texture is strange.”

“You’re not supposed to eat those…”

“Why not?” Musashi asked as he went to grab another of the colorful, sugar coated candies but (your name) stopped him with a light smack on the back of his hand. “Hey. Why can’t I eat them? Aren’t they candies like the others you showed me?”

“Well they are candies… but they’re for decoration.” (Your name) tried to explain to the samurai but it only made him more confused.

“So you waste food for decor?” Musashi’s eye brows were furrowed, which made his face look even more like a grumpy feline. “That’s wasteful.”

This ancient man frustrated (your name) like no other… they should have never offered to teach him about the modern world. It would have been easier to teach a toddler not to put edible decorations in their mouth than Musashi Miyamoto.

The samurai went to grab one of gingerbread sidings for the house to nibble on but (your name) held his hand.

“Would you stop trying to eat everything I try to show you?”

“… I just wanted to know if it was tasty.” Musashi then sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I’m bored. Can’t you feed me anything?”

If this man wasn’t so strong and there would be no repercussions, (your name) swore they’d smash their wooden chair over his head.

Mushashi bit off one of the gingerbread man’s head while (your name) was lost in thought. It wasn’t nearly as good as he thought it’d be…

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“What do you think of all the lights? Aren’t they pretty?” (Your name) asked Musashi who stared at the lights in awe. He kind of looked like a cat ready to knock over the tree with how awestruck his expression was, but it was short lived since he quickly came back to reality.

“Why do people decorate a tree and thief houses with lights? Aren’t they only going to have it up for a month?” Musashi asked with furrowed brows. “Seems like a waste of time to me.”

“Just admire the lights with me so we can get this over with quickly. Don’t you want to eat cookies with me?”

“… yes. I am quite peckish.” Musashi turned around and started to lead the way back to (your name)‘s house. With all the coats he had on, he kind of looked like a penguin but (your name) didn’t dare say that aloud. He’d probably cut them.

This year’s christmas was the most frustrating yet interesting time (your name) has ever had. Yet it was fun to show Musashi the way of the modern world… even though he was very food motivated.

“Are you coming? I want to eat more cookies.” (Your name) shook their head and sighed.

“Coming!” (Your name) quickly caught up to Musashi who gave them a slight smile. He liked this Christmas… but mostly the cookies. Musashi really liked cookies.

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #musashi miyamoto x reader #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #Baki #bakihanma #baki fanfiction #baki fanfic #baki x you #merry christmas #Baki Christmas #christmas fanfic #christmas cookies #baki fluff #fluff fanfic

[baratiddyappreciator]

I was so upset that your NSFW cuddling scenarios got flagged 😭

But I have to ask, what would spicy cuddling with musashi, spec, and Doyle be like?

you’ve reawoken my old man thirst

omg wait it did?! SKskks I didn't even notice- But yes, if the beloved moot asks, they shall receive! Spec was the hardest to write for by far because I couldn't figure out if this man would actually cuddle but fuck it we ball(s deep in this bitch someone please throw me a rope to climb out it's wet in here) Kids: get bent lmfao

Musashi: His stare was intense enough to make you feel naked normally, but now that you were actually naked, his eyes locking on yours in the mirror only made you feel hot, his hips meeting yours from behind, slow and methodical, but not gentle. No, anything but gentle as he grabbed your throat, leaving you to make choked noises as his hips met yours over and over again in a slow, powerful grind that had your eyes rolling back into your skull with little to no effort on his part. Mean? Oh absolutely, he was so cruel, driving you insane by moving so slowly, and god you regretted asking him to cuddle you within view of a mirror, because you really should have known that he was going to make you watch him watching you taking him. And you could see him perfectly, each forward thrust of his hips making his shaft disappear deep within you, before it would be slowly dragged out only to slam back into you with dizzying force. Trying to turn your head to the side to nuzzle into the blankets only had him snatching your face to turn you to face the mirror again.

"Don't look away, I want to watch you come undone."

Spec: He didn't really cuddle, no, he was too tough for that. But him lounging around the place only to have you plop down on top of him to join him? Yeah, that was about as close as you'd get. Though if you were hoping for a peaceful nap with him, then you were sorely mistaken, since most of the time you did this there was a 50/50 split that he would wind up fucking you right then and there, and this was a gamble you'd lost (or won) as he bounced you up and down on his thick shaft, smugly chuckling as you were winded time and time again as his thick head kissed your insides, making room for itself so he could nestle deep inside of you. It was like he was trying to stab you to death with his dick, but instead of killing you, all he manged to do was succeeding in having you shaking and crying on top of him as an orgasm was forced out of you, one so powerful almost all your upper body strength vanished, leaving you slumped against his chest as he kept fucking you through it, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead with a breathy chuckle.

"That's right darlin', just like the perfect fuck toy fer me."

Doyle: It had been perfectly peaceful until you'd moved your hips an inch. A singular inch, not even, and he'd pounced on you. No more peace and quiet for you, the couch repeatedly slamming into your wall (god your neighbours would hate you if they didn't already) to the rhythm of Doyle's harsh thrusts. Fast but deep, there was no mercy as he left your head spinning from the pleasure and slight sting that it brought along, his hand sealed around your throat teasingly as he loomed over you smugly. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across, he knew how turned on you already were from him using you like a pliant and obedient doll, and honestly, for him? That's what you would be. Each snap of his hips was driving you closer and closer to your climax, and almost like he could taste it, he grinned, licking his teeth, and leaned over you, staring right into your eyes.

"So needy, you're behaving so well for me. Let's see if you can keep it up for just a bit longer, hm?"

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #grappler baki #baki dou #baki rahen #baki headcanons #baki musashi #miyamoto musashi baki #spec #spec baki #hector doyle #doyle baki #x reader #x oc #reader insert

[boku-no-bunbun]

My random baki character thoughts

I think baki has a Playlist for different situations or its just all over the place. I definitely think he has juiceworld and Melanie Martinez one the same playlist.

Hanayama gets his eyebrows waxed and the lady who does them loves him because hes nice and brings flowers.

I think retsu judges people based off the tea they drink. If it's black tea or a calming green tea he thinks your good people, but if you like something spicy, fruity or add alcohol in it he keeps his distance.

Katsumi likes doing tricks for people. It helps him maintain his flexibility and it's a part of him the like making people happy from when he was in the circus.

Doppo hates golfing. It could be because of his eye or just feels like it's pointless in general.

Mr Tokugawa takes pickle on walks and when he's good he'll buy him a new treat to try out like ice-cream or creaps.

Jack likes getting little gifts for baki, though they have fought he loves his brother and bond over there shares feelings and trauma over there dad and there moms.

Yujiro hates cats... I don't know why I just think he does. Probably feels like they're a weak pet and pointless to have when you can have a tiger or lion instead.

Musashi (the dog) constantly hates when baki tries to take him for walks, it's nice to get fresh air but only when it's on his time.

Kureha likes taking care of people but gets frustrated when his patients (especially jack) don't get rest or heal and get out of bed. Like a mother trying to put her toddler down for a nap and they keep getting up to play.

#baki hanma #hanayama kaoru #kaiou retsu #katsumi orochi #doppo orochi #jack hanma #yujiro hanma #baki musashi #kureha shinogi

[moonlight-alphafemale]

If deadly, why sexy?

#willow yelling #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #musashi #pickle baki #pickle the caveman #pickle love #baki pickle #hanma baki #baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki

[mangacharacters]

#art #baki the grappler #my art #illustration #musashi #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #biscuit oliva #oliva baki #baki son of ogre

[duhstbunny]

"I’m literally one of the most dangerous characters in the baki verse. I’m an expert swordsman resurrected from the Edo period and could literally kill you in the blink of an eye."

This you?

#i feel like he purrs #i swear i do things other than make shitposts of anime swordsmen #baki #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #anime #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish 

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

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke 

>30<

<end of book 1>

Whenever Kaoru was going to be late, he would let her know. Either he or Kizaki. This time neither one nor the other spoke. Hanabi walked around the whole apartment. Seemingly zero marks, but she found traces of blood on the living room carpet. Small but significant. After all... where from? Cut his finger with a knife and said he would leave something as a souvenir? Probably thought she didn't know anything. She knew. She read the news on the Internet. Had heard of an unknown man with two swords. In fact, she felt his presence, from time to time a shiver ran down her spine, which she had never known. Hanabi talked to the sisters - they also sensed that something was happening. Guessed that newcomer had come to his premises, and whatever happened...Kaoru couldn't remain silent. The police chief himself pleaded with him for attention and for fighting the problem. She wasn't there, but she was standing outside the door listening. Only such a simple thing as crossing the border tipped the scales? She had plans to call Kizaki, but in time stopped herself. What would it do? After all, he will not turn back! Instead, outraged to the limit, she chose a completely different number.

- Hi, I have something... - she began, but was quickly interrupted.

- We know, we'll be there soon. - She heard a firm tone in the receiver. - Get ready.

She waited for nothing. Pulled on dark, close-fitting pants, a black tight blouse, threw a leather jacket over it and, almost jumping into light-heeled ankle boots, shot out like a slingshot from an apartment building. Hoped it wouldn't be too late. She caught them on the way. Ayame in one of her immortal plain colored corsets and jeans, Shizuka in a colorful jumpsuit and Yui in a white T-shirt, khaki pants and dark army boots. Last one took with her two swords strapped to her belt. She knew them. They were hung by their grandfather for a long time, passed down from generation to generation. HIS swords.

They arrived at the last minute. They broke through the crowd screeching something about manga and characters from history. She had to arrive on time. The samurai apparently had a great time feeling everyone's eyes focused on himself. Hanabi felt her heart stop beating for a few seconds. First, he had cut Hanayama's back open, and she could see perfectly well that it wasn't the first time. Then, as the husband was about to attack, he slashed the face - across, through the nose and vertically, tearing the hazel iris in two. Final blow down the spine. Hanayama did not fall. He stood like his fucking Otokodachi, to finally sit down with the utmost calm in his own blood. Baki was waiting nearby with a bottle of Wild Turkey. Before him knelt down the police general, the same one who had accepted the whiskey in his office. He fell face down in front of the mafioso, thanking him for the effort.

- Kaoru... - she sighed, coming up.

- What are you doing here? - he was surprised to see her next to him.

- The usual, Kaoru-san. She does everything her own way. - Shizuka replied, standing behind his back and placing her fingers with long nails on the man's temples. - The ambulance might not be on time and you will lose your eye. I'll improve your energy flow a little...

- What...

- What an incredible coincidence! - samurai said excitedly. - I am glad to see you, Kitsune. I suspect you know perfectly well how well I feel the bond between us.

- The more I regret that we meet in such and not other circumstances...great-grandfather. - Hanabi replied arrogantly.

She was a little sorry not to see Kaoru's face. Instead, she heard a muffled cry of surprise from Kizaki. In fact, not only his, because after a while a wave of whispers from the crowd started. At times like this, felt like she was watching a movie on TV thinking "well, no, like some fucking sitcom, just not funny at all."

- You are a vessel for Sakurai's soul, aren't you, child? - he asked, tucking his sword into the duvet cover. - I recognized immediately...you have a demon in your eyes. My beautiful demon.

He was going to touch her face, but she definitely pulled away. He will not charm her with sweet words. She had to buy enough time. Fortunately, relief has come.

- These aren't your time, you shouldn't be here. - Ayame said.

- Exorcist, healer, spirit guide... Kuko*, Tenko**, Byakko***... Beautiful and gifted I have children, right? Right?! - he turned as if to Hanayama and the police general. - One is missing. Where is... the devourer? Where's Kokko****?

An elderly woman, dressed rather strangely for her age, with furiously red nails, fell between them. Hanabi frowned. A special energy was emanating from her.

- Medium? - she was surprised.

- It looks. - Yui replied, standing next to the sisters, then bowed politely towards the samurai. - Hello, great-grandfather.

Hanabi felt not particularly well. She felt sick, dizzy at the same time, had spots in front of eyes, but surprisingly didn't lose balance. Tried to focus on the situation, but her head ran away somewhere far, beyond the limits of consciousness. Blood was bubbling through her veins, hitting every nook and cranny, making her feel terribly hot. She often got pissed off that she would "come out of herself and stand next to", and right now she wondered in horror whether it would actually come to that.

- Since my blood survived, I hope the dojo is as well. - Miyamoto asked with a charming smile.

- It's under my protection. - confirmed the master, placing her hand on the hilt of one of the swords.

- Lovely! You make me proud, really! - samurai applauded. - I'd love to stay with you longer!

Wasn't sure she heard it right, but he didn't seem to want to leave. So it remained to force him... but how? Another massive wave of nausea attacked, this time she staggered on her feet. Fortunately, Kaoru was right behind. She felt strong hands on shoulders, creating an incredibly warm feeling of security, but that didn't stop her body from reacting oddly. She leaned back on still-weakened husband, feeling that something was coming from her. She closed eyes and when opened them a woman was standing in front of her. Raven's hair, reaching the ground, was tied up with a jade ball, fuzzy white tails twisting beside it. Nine tails. On top of her head, she noticed cute, pointed ears. When the figure turned to face her, long earrings rang, and Hanabi saw... herself, only like ten years older. Dressed in a beautiful, slightly loose kimono with sleeves tied with blue strings and with tasteful, black okobo on the feet. Smiled radiantly at Hanabi, reaching with a delicate hand with long fingers to her face. She was too shocked to remove herself and for some reason didn't want to.

- Sakurai! My lovely wife! - Miyamoto crowed in delight. - My Kitsune...

- SILENCE! - she snapped at him ferociously, not taking the crowd of onlookers at all. - I'm extremely disappointed in you, Musashi. With pain and disgust, I think of you as my husband. If I could, I'd get a posthumous divorce!

- But the flowers of my heart...

- Do you know how much shame I have eaten because of you?! The goddess Amaterasu herself graced me with her presence to REQUEST your return! - the inexorable fox screamed. - You'll be on your knees begging forgiveness forever, I swear to you. You must appear in the Golden Palace IMMEDIATELY!

- Sakurai... dearest...

- Pray that Amaterasu-sama doesn't sell you to a brothel. Or I. - she hissed, then turned much more gently to the tall blonde. - Kuko, darling, please do an exorcism. Let that old fool go back where he belongs.

- Of course, great-grandmother. - Ayame agreed.

- I would love to stay with you a bit longer, my children, but there's no chance. And as for you... - she muttered, walking gracefully to Hanabi. - Enjoy your life, Byakko.

Mrs. Hanayama was still in severe shock, not knowing what was going on, and the tall woman wrapped her arms around to blend in with her body. She took a deep breath. She felt good again. Meanwhile, the eldest sister muttered a prayer under her breath and snapped fingers. The samurai spirit flew away and body was burned to ashes. The witch froze in shock. It probably came as a shock to her as well. Surprisingly quickly her resonance returned.

- Impressive...

- You think we'll leave you without consequences? - Ayame asked rhetorically. - What you did was shameful. Hundreds of people died!

- What can you guys do? Well, I listen?! - the woman chuckled. - But you can't, blonde, chase the soul from the still alive body! Nor is it possible to take away an ability!

- I am heartily fed up with you. - Hanabi whispered hard as she approached her. - You've done enough. We collect toys...

- Oh, no, no, no, honey. - The red-haired girl interjected, standing by her. - This isn't a good idea.

- Shizuka is right, you will lose the body. - The blonde supported her. - It's too much of a risk.

- Hanabi, what are you planning? - Kaoru asked anxiously.

- She is going to throw herself off balance to take away the witch's ability to use her powers. - Yui explained dryly. - And that almost certainly amounts to losing your flesh.

- No... NO! - her husband tried to stop her, but she broke away. - You can't!

- The problem won't end without it. I can't believe she won't do it again... - she replied quietly.

She approached a woman who still doubted the success of her plan. She was quite the opposite. She knew how to do it, though she wasn't sure where from. As if it has been in her for a long time, a bit like riding a bicycle, when we learn as children, then we don't have time, and as adults...we get on and go. She placed a hand on the woman's forehead, staring the light green irises straight into her unwavering eyes. Hanabi was losing touch with the world, hearing nothing but the flow, swift as water in a waterfall. She felt an enormous mass of energy running through every cell, every vein, every ankle. The witch consciously and very skillfully opened her chakras, trying to saturate her. But she wasn't going to be stifled. Thanks to the flowing chi, she found her way to the weave of interest. She closed it and blocked it. There was no way anyone else would open it. She painfully felt her return to the ground. Her whole body felt as if it were a pile of stones.

- Sabuko-onee-sama*****! - she heard a screech that made her ears ache. - Onee-sama!

She turned on her heel, tired and in pain. The owner of the Arena ran towards them, in traditional clothes as usual. The witch was in a mute shock. Only Tokugawa's arms woke her from lethargy.

- She locked it... b...blocked it... - she whispered in horror. - I... I don't hear anything. No souls...

So his sister. Yeah. It couldn't be that accidental or supernatural. Real life is neither a cartoon, nor a movie, nor a comic book. She felt dizzy again, something warm under her nose. Her knees felt as if she had come home after a very tiring day and wanted to lie down so badly. The last thing she heard before she fell into her husband's arms was Kizaki's terrified scream.

- Hanabi-sama!

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He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The mere fact of Miyamoto's return to life was madness enough, shortly afterwards a white fox emerged from his wife's body, and the icing on the cake was Hanabi's ability to block energy in the chakras. Everything seemed to be back to normal, he was even feeling pretty good. Whatever Shizuka has done, she has done it brilliantly. He wanted to hug his beloved, whisper that everything would be fine, they could go home, and in the same second she fell into his arms as if had lost contact with her body. Thick, dark blood was leaking from her tiny, upturned nose. It wasn't looking good. He looked at the sisters-in-law. They shook their heads. There was nothing they could do. Only Yui walked over to them, knelt down, chattering with two katanas, and grasped her sister's bright hand. Even that didn't help. Yang couldn't hold her Yin. He looked into the green eyes he loved so much.

- Kaoru... - she muttered softly.

- You can't leave me. - he whispered, leaning forward.

- Sorry to put you on a fait accompli. Don't worry too much. - she sighed heavily, reaching for sliced face. - I'll find a way to get back to you, I swear. After all, I promised to be your dragon, right? Whatever...whatever is left of me, give it to nature. Please.

- No, Hanabi...I will not give you to anyone.

- How stubborn you are! - she laughed with tears in her eyes, and after a while rest her head gently on his torso, as if was falling asleep; he heard her soft, fading voice - "I need a gangster to love me better than all the others do... To always forgive me, ride or die with me. That's just what gangsters do"******.

- ...Hana...

The slender body collapsed in his arms, and after a while, with a gust of wind, it dissolved into the sea of white and pink petals of Japanese cherries. His heart skipped a painful tear. The love of his life was gone, and there was nothing he could do. She died in his arms and she breathed her last. It felt as if the meaning of existence had gone with her. Hanayama had no idea what to do with himself. He felt a presence behind his back.

- Boss... I'm so sorry... - Kizaki whispered.

- Weird. - Yui muttered, wiping her face. - I thought I would...feel like she's gone. And I still feel like she's standing next to.

He barely heard what she said, stunned by his own thoughts. After a while, however, realized that he smelled a familiar scent. Subtle, barely perceptible... It might as well be a pile of Sakura petals that she had left behind, at least some of which he was going to take. However, he didn't think any type of cherry smelled like yuzu. She loved yuzu. A good pile of pink and white scraps has gathered near him. For a moment it seemed to him that the pile was gently moving. Finally something sneezed, making them fly. Tiny, white, fluffy, with a long tail. The shapely-eared fox brushed the fragrant petals off the tiny head, completely ignoring human existence. He gulped down at his nearest sister-in-law and the other two who were coming up with curiosity.

- Hanabi...is that you? - he asked incredulously.

The animal, hearing the name, turned to him and looked sadly with wise, light green eyes that looked like two large, shiny stones. She curled up inside herself, wrapping one ponytail around her paws.

- And where are the other tails? - Ayame whispered in surprise.

- Oh, you're so cute! - Shizuka squealed, holding out her hands. - Come on, I'll ruff your ear!

The fox looked at him again with pained eyes, lowering tail sadly, then turned and started to run away. He couldn't let her do that. Not after what he experienced. What they both experienced. Besides, she promised to find a way, and he made it a point of honor to defend what she had left behind. He grabbed gently under her belly so as not to accidentally damage skinny limbs. She tried to get away, but to no avail.

- Silly of you, the house is in a completely different direction. - he replied with a half-mouth smile.

In response, foxy stood on hind legs, cuddling tail. She looked suggestive as if to say, "Look what's left of me! It's just pathetic! Do you want THAT wife?" Silly one. He ran a finger lightly through shiny fur.

- Have you forgotten what I promised you? "In health and in sickness"...

Big bright eyes drowned in tears as she climbed over his shoulder to gently touch her paws over his cut cheek and lick her coarse tongue as if she wanted to shower him with kisses. They've survived a lot, and they'll be fine with it.

It seemed to him that this time he was in the hospital longer than before. Or maybe he just took a long time? They didn't let her stay, "such rules", had to wait. They broke a hundred needles on him, they spilled hectoliters of blood, even the eye was doing quite well. Utsumi demanded that they do everything to make him survive. He mentally thanked him a hundred times for it. Needed to be back as soon as possible, but chained to the bed had its advantages: he could think for a moment about what was happening, and what can in future. Don't think he wanted to know what his father-in-law thought about the fact that his youngest daughter, the apple of daddy's eye, got stuck in the body of a tiny fox. Still not solved the mystery of the bomber, the funds thief, Hanabi was at a standstill with the Wu Song building. One of the few pluses: the dojo problem postponed until she returns. He realized that she had wanted to help him so many times, however, and he hadn't given her an option. He pushed her away, didn't initiate in many matters "for her sake". Another thing was that in the end she pressed herself in front of each time. He felt guilty, some part of his existence insisted that he made her feel brought to extremes.

After two weeks, they finally allowed him to leave. He buttoned up his purple shirt, skillfully tied tie, threw a white jacket over shoulders, pushed glasses up on nose. In front of the hospital door, a black, glistening Mercedes was waiting for him as standard, and a Kizaki bowing at the waist. He opened the door. There was something waiting in the dark car seat. A pair of bright eyes. She raised pointed ears, waved tail cheerfully at the sight of him, and as soon as he sat down next to her, she jumped on his lap, making herself comfortable. He barely noticed the shiny purple ribbon tied around the skinny neck. The car started moving, and he gently ran his hand through the white fur, feeling a long tail fall down his legs, moving steadily left and right. Finally they went home.

~ THE END ~

…or not!

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* Kuko Kitsune - air fox, of the genus Zenko (good foxes), living 3000 years old, considered a fox deity 

**Tenko Kitsune - heavenly fox of the genus Zenko, living over 1000 years 

***Byakko Kitsune - white fox, of the Zenko genus, strongly connected with the spiritual world, friendly to people, bringing luck

**** Kokko Kitsune - black fox, of the genus Zenko, comes from Chinese culture and is the embodiment of the North Star 

*****Onee-sama - honorary designation of an older sister or a person towards whom we have similar feelings 

******Kehlani "Gangsta"

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #iwanttobeyourkoifish #baki headcanons #baki dou #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki hanayama #hanayamaswife #hanayamahanabi #kaoru hanayama #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #musashi #kitsune #+18 only #+18 or +adult only #+18 content

[mothwingwritings]

Why The Baki Men Love You, Feat. Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Yujiro, Jack, Doppo, Retsu, And Musashi <3

Here’s just a silly little thing I wrote in between working on bigger stuff. I was feeling sappy and wanted to write something with a bit of a lovey-dovey flair. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ The Baki men love you for loads of reasons, but I wanted to pin point some of their more personalized reasons for loving you. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ I hope you enjoy!

(Also I have so many responses and questions that I need to answer, I apologize that it takes me 5-7 business days or longer to reply to basically anything. (´∀｀；) Thank you all for being kind and lovely and patient and talking to me, I will be getting to those soon! (シ_ _)シ)

WARNINGS: None really, it’s all pretty fluffy. The editing is probs ass though because I did sorta whip through this, so there is that. (ノωヽ)

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ﾟ。 Baki-Love

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That’s all he’s truly looking for in a partner, really. Someone who unequivocally loves him without him having to prove himself in some way was the dream, and through you he was able to achieve that dream. Back when you first met you had welcomed him into your life so readily, arms open and heart bared- there were no caveats or stipulations to your love. His upbringing lacked tenderness, a sense of family something that was sorely missing from his life as a small child. He yearned for the feeling of a warm home, a caring family, and he has found that in you. For this he treasures you, and loves you more than he could ever say. He’s completely devoted to you, his love and adorable boundless, and he plans on spending the rest of his life reciprocating the affection you have so selflessly provided him.  <3

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ﾟ。 Katsumi-Support

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It hasn’t been an easy road for the inheritor of the Orochi legacy. His young life has been full of as many defeats as it has victories, possibly even more so. He’s no strange to intense moments of frustration, so overpowering he loses control of himself. But when he hears your voice cheering him on, or when he I sat his limit and feels your steady hand on his back, he’s filled with such confidence he feels like he could take on the whole damn world and win. Simply seeing your face in the crowd, eyes bright and smile full of hope, fills him with a sense of certitude that he can’t achieve anywhere else. You are his lucky charm, his courage, his entire heart. He could spend his whole life thanking you and telling him how much you mean to him and still not be able to convey how much he adores you. <3

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ﾟ。 Hanayama-Understanding

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Kaoru is a busy man with a lot of responsibilities. It’s hard for him to find time for a relationship, let alone find someone who is willing to put up with all the red tape that comes with being his lover. But to you, it was never a huge issue. You had the patience of a saint, never once pouting or putting up a fuss when he couldn’t end up keeping promises to you. He knew it upset you, knew that you often felt lonely when he had to leave you behind. But you always smiled so brightly the next time you saw him, never cursing him or giving him the cold shoulder, just thrilled that he returned safely to your side. Any grievances you may have felt were completely overcome by your happiness to see him again, and witnessing that joy light up your face never failed to warm his heart. Many people respected him, pledging their lives to him, awarding him their earnest devotion. But your love was different, much sweeter and tinged with a kindness he had never previously experienced. His love for you was boundless, and even with all your empathy, he would make any negligence up to you tenfold the moment he returns-always. <3

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ﾟ。 Biscuit-Affection  

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Biscuit’s romantic obsession began when he got to know you, but truly blossomed once you began to reciprocate his feelings. He remembers very vividly the moment you became officially his-holding you in his arms as he sang your praises, practically begging you to become his partner, he expected you to be overwhelmed, maybe even somewhat annoyed. But when he nervously peeked over at you and saw that you were looking up at him with those big, love-struck, doe eyes, his heart nearly exploded. He lives for your praise, yearns for your touch, melts in your presence, and when he sees his presence has a similar effect on you it makes his heart beat so rapidly it may just rip out of his chest. To love someone so incredible, and be loved back in turn, is all he has ever dreamed of.  This man is absolutely head over heels for you, and his affections will only grow the longer you remain his. <3

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ﾟ。 Yujiro-Entertainment

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Maybe it’s not the standard definition of love, but there is definitely something about you that caught the ogre’s eye and kept him intrigued. The way you move, talk, think, act- all of it is so interesting to him. Your reactions and thought processes so far removed from how he would respond to a situation that he can’t help but be intrigued. What would you say if he told you this? How would you respond if this occurred? Silly thoughts like this plague his mind, eating away at him so much he’s halfway tempted to hunt you down so he can answer his own questions and move on. But even if he finds his infatuation asinine, his focus always seems to be drawn back to you. It’s ridiculous, and he can’t quite sort out why he cares so much, but your magnetic charm definitely has an effect on him. It pisses him off and amuses him in equal measure. Where you fit in his life is an enigma, but it’s one he’s happy to grapple with. The paradox of your company has held his interest much longer than he ever imagined it would, and he intends to ride that out as long as he’s able.  That certain je ne sais quo you have about you is what keeps him coming back for more. <3

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ﾟ。 Jack-Strength

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Not necessarily physical strength (though he loves that too), but what really got him was your emotional fortitude. He’s seen you get through situations that would make lesser people roll over and quit, watched you handle problems that would make even the toughest of people second guess themselves and break down. But you always pull through, no matter what situation you are faced with. You may cry, you may scream, you may kick and thrash and question the trial you are going through… But you always make it through and come out the victor. He draws strength from you, admiring you greatly for all you have struggled to achieve. You are an inspiration to him, and he loves you more than he thought he could ever possibly love another. He just wants you to know you never have to struggle alone again, your burdens are his, and he’s happy to shoulder them with you. <3

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ﾟ。 Doppo-Morals

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It’s not that you were squeaky clean (and he wouldn’t necessarily want you that way, either), but there is a conviction about you that he can’t help but be attracted to. You stand up for what you believe in and don’t mince your words. Even if you are facing your opposition with a shaky voice, tears in your eyes, legs wobbling so bad you can barely stand… You still make you stand. It’s inspiring to him, and has made him so fond of you that he has vowed to never leave you fighting on your own. Maybe you don’t see yourself as particularly brave or outstanding, but Doppo begs to differ. You are an incredibly strong willed person who will put up a fight for their beliefs, and you have his full love and support each step of the way. <3

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ﾟ。 Retsu-Sincerity

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Retsu himself is a very earnest person, and like attracts like. From the moment he met you, he was taken with how authentic you were. You didn’t have a disingenuous bone in your body, responding to people and situations in such a heartfelt and unfeigned way he couldn’t help but fall hard and fast. Everything you did was so profound. Your actions, words, and emotions, were all so beautiful to him. You spilled your heart to the world, never fearing any backlash or mockery. He deeply admires how you wear your heart on your sleeve, facing the challenges of each day with a clear head and a caring heart. He knew you could hold your own, but he always wants to be near you so that he may protect and support you through anything life may throw your way. Your natural candor never ceases to stir him, motivating and influencing to be a better man. <3

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ﾟ。 Musashi-Respect

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When Musashi was revived, he was born into a whole new world. It was unrecognizable, foreign and distant, and he often felt as if he were just a phantom passing through. Just as in his previous life, people are star struck when they see him, vying to meet and speak with him, eager to challenge him. But it’s all a farce, a mockery of the past when warriors presented themselves to him for an honest battle, not some spectacle born out of misunderstanding and underestimation of him. It made him sick, to see how soft and ignorant mankind had become in the hundreds of years since his passing. He felt damn near ready to give up on this new humanity entirely, the notion that he may find someone he desired long term companionship in this new age laughable. That is, until he met you. From your initial meeting onward, you held him in a high regard, genuine in your esteem and admiration of him. He was quite struck by you too, as you were always polite and courteous, always indescribably beautiful. You carried yourself with a quiet dignity, having a distinct personality he found quite endearing. He was quickly ensnared by you, a warmth permeating him at finding a kindred spirit whom he felt safe sharing his heart with. The world is only destined to keep changing, but his love for you will remain everlasting. <3

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[corvlth]

BABYGIRLS WE GOT FRESH BABYGIRLS STRAIGHT OUT THE OVEN COME GET YOUR BABYGIRLS WHILE THEY'RE STILL HOT 🗣️📢

#god of war #baki the grappler #kengan #god of war baldur #baldur #baki musashi #meguro masaki #miyamoto musashi #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #shitpost #baki

[wakraya]

A little Baki reference, and a little Musashi, just in time for National Throw Short People Day!

Commission for Sjasogun on Discord!

"Swinging them was kind of similar to swinging a real Saber..."

#Fate Samurai Remnant #Samurai Remnant #FSR #Musashi Miyamoto #Saber #Theyber #Samurai Remnant Saber #My Art #Commission #Fate #Fate Series #Baki

[yandere-writer-momo]

This is canon

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[baratiddyappreciator]

Could you make a NSFW fic of musashi with a muscular fighter s/o?

Wow I haven't uploaded anything in like over a week lmao, sorry about that! And sorry that this took so long! He may be slightly OOC because I haven't really looked into his character (from official sources at least). Obviously, minors DNI because it's NSFW. It's honestly just mostly foreplay (otherwise this would be eons long) so I can continue with actual smut if that's what the people want

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Beautiful. That's what he saw. Beauty. Sculpted muscles honed for battle, soft skin that still told a story of a life that wasn't easy, and eyes that bore straight into his as his fingers lightly passed over their body, trailing up from their hips to dance over their breastbone, pupils blown wide and eyes half-lidded. Their lips were slightly parted as they breathed, and he enjoyed how debauched they looked because of him. He smiled, tracing their muscles. "You are beautiful." He said earnestly, his wide eyes practically staring into their soul as he spoke. "Perfection." He muttered, picking up their arm to admire how dainty the limb looked in his hand, all the while admiring the feeling of powerful muscles coiled beneath his fingertips. "You are made for a life like this. No wonder you drew my attention. Even your fingers are built for fighting." He continued, before pinning your wrists above your head.

"I am going to enjoy showing you just how perfect you are. I'm sure even this will feel like a battle." He said, earning a groan from his partner, who rolled their eyes slightly, though he could see the slight amusement on their face.

"Not everything has to be a fight, you know that, right?" They asked, earning a chuckle. "We don't have to make this a fight. I'm willing to do whatever you want here."

"I know you are. And what I want to do is make this a fight." He continued, reaching down to grab their throat, hand sealing lightly over the thick column of their neck, admiring the the power in the racing pulse that greeted his fingertips. "Not like in the ring, not like on the battlefield. This is it's own kind of fight. One where we both win, and we both lose." He grinned. "Unless you're giving up?" He teased, earning a scoff, though the beautiful individual that was pinned beneath him didn't resist. They remained soft and pliant as he leaned down to kiss them with a chuckle. "Your lips are so soft, so perfect." He murmured, earning a shaky hum. He was flustering them, he could tell. But he could do more than fluster, as the hand around their throat left, trailing back down their body, more intent this time, an exact location in mind. Down their sternum to their navel, and then lower still to meet the treasure between their legs, making them shudder and gasp.

His fingers worked smoothly to bring them to a point of arousal, though it was fairly obvious that they were already there, trying and failing to hide minute tremors that wracked through their body as he worked them over, watching each little flinch or twitch, each hitching of breath. Of course, this was for him too, he would take his pleasure, but that could wait for a while longer as he watched the beautiful individual beneath him writhe and whine in pleasure, brows furrowed, bottom lip pinched between their teeth. He could do this all day, watching the muscles in their thighs jump and jolt with each pleasant surge that raced through their body as he brought them closer and closer to their peak.

A choked groan of pleasure escaped their lips, and he smirked. "You're losing~" He purred, earning a half-hearted glare, before their eyes promptly rolled back, their head following as their hips jolted and jerked against his hand, the pleasure reaching its crescendo, a moan slicing through the air in a melodic tone that made him grin, watching their tensed muscles as they sucked in air sharply, shivering, their fingers clutching the blanket beneath them in a white-knuckled grip, before a groan left them, and they returned to their body, looking at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes. "Shall we try again?" He asked, earning a grunt as he was promptly grabbed, their legs snaring around his waist, before the world spun, leaving him pinned beneath them.

"You keep playing games and I'm going to make you understand what losing looks like."

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[ozzgin]

Baki Headcanons: Musashi Miyamoto x Reader

I was recently considering getting back into playing Hakuouki and so the idea randomly came to me: Musashi Miyamoto and a reader that is very much into feudal/samurai otome games and is often on their phone/Switch/DS. Hopefully this hasn’t been done yet! Just a very short musing.

He notices your frown and focused expression as you stare at the screen and can’t help his curiosity. He asks you about the mysterious activity and you casually respond it’s just a dating sim.

A…what? You have realized your mistake. You proceed to explain what a visual novel is - really just an interactive story - and follow with awkward details regarding the particular case of an otome game. By the time you’re finished, you’re blushing pathetically. Musashi, on the other hand, seems very amused by the whole concept. He used to be a writer himself and the idea of a branching, immersive story is simply fascinating.

He insists on witnessing it with his very own eyes. You show him the screen. A man in traditional hakama and Shinsengumi robe holds up his sword. The dialogue goes on about protecting you in the midst of this military conflict, and your name is highlighted within the sentence. Musashi’s eyebrows raise further up. The technology may be foreign to him, but the narration depicted is rather familiar.

You outline the plot and the characters. You point to the man on the screen and confess, embarrassed, that he was your choice. As you name the features and characteristics that caused your decision, you begin to realize a lot of the traits might as well describe Musashi himself. He must’ve caught on, too, because a grin creeps onto his face.

“Hmmm. So that’s the kind of man you like.” He ponders with a smug expression. “Good to know.”

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[bakiuwu]

THERE GOES MY BABBYYYYYYY

If I were to tell younger me the Musashi arc js getting animated, they wouldn't had believed me, some mfs might be mad cause apparently alot people don't like Musashi/this arc.......TOOOO BADDDDDD GET FUCKED NIGGA, MY SWEET ANGEL IS GOING RO BLESSED MY SCREEEN I LOVE MY WITTLE BABY

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