#characterxoc

[shenqyuii]

hello everyone! i want to start writing a fanfic series. i have always read the character x reader fanfictions but now i’m having a really hard time to choose what to use READER or ORIGINAL CHARACTER for my series READER is fine by me but describing will be more harder and more vague on some scenes ORIGINAL CHARACTER will have better descriptions like hair, eyes, clothes, etc what do you guys prefer?

Reader

Original Character

Voting ended onApr 24

[maz1e]

prologue 2 — nefarious.

#. synopsis! — nemuri and hizashi paid a visit to a young girl .

#. characters! — villain akumu , kazehana , midnight(kayama nemuri) , present mic(yamada hizashi) , unnamed staff.

#. warnings! — bnha x oc , talks about trauma , ooc , personal headcannons .

#. word count! — 757 .

#. masterlist!

“i can’t believe this kid is the villain akumu.” said a worker as they stared at the surveillance video in front of them. they were tasked to watch over his containment cell in case something terrible happens. knowing akumu, he’s unpredictable.

“i know right, it’s scary nowadays, criminals are everywhere. may it be a child or an old person.” another one spoke out, shivers running down their spine at the thought of villains.

on the other side, akumu sighs heavily, chains on both wrists and ankles. his neck was itchy, and so is every part of his body. despite his calm demeanour, he was panicking upon seeing midnight as one of the heroes who personally arrested him and took him to this cell. his ears were ringing due to the constant quietness of the room and rattling the chains wasn’t helping the problem. he needed to escape this damn prison room because in the past 48 hours no heroes have visited him and asked him stupid questions and with midnight in the picture, she might’ve recognised him and kazehana.

it was like history repeating itself.

the two heroes who were dispatched; present mic and midnight are walking up to an apartment complex in their civilian clothes. they thought its best to approach as a civilian.

“nemuri, i’m kinda worried about this, shouldn’t we at least brought back up?” hizashi says, he was more worried about kazehana seeing how this neighbourhood is full of lowly villains and if they were ambushed right away, kazehana might get injured, or even worse, get killed in the crossfire.

“kazehana might not speak with us if she sees a crowd of heroes, when i last met her, she was careful, she took random turns just in case we were being followed. this young girl is smart.” says nemuri. “i’m worried too hizashi but there’s no other way we can bring her in by her own will.” she then took the step up the metal stairs. she was slightly annoyed how these stairs look unstable.

she sighs, worry clouding her mind again, she remembered how kazehana talked to her about her older sibling. she made him sound like a saint. when she actually met him, no one would suspect that this kid— this kid who takes care of his sister alone and is loved by people around him be a vicious villain. they had more than one encounter, nemuri saw how he was loved by everyone. nobody would suspect him. not even nemuri suspected anything wrong.

“room 422.” said hizashi.

nemuri sighs as she knocked twice on the door as everything went quiet except for the obvious sizzling inside this house and the news on t.v practically on blast. but no one was answering.

she tries again. she knocked 2 times and spoke loudly. “kazehana? it’s me nemuri-onee-san!” with those words, she heard loud running as the store was slammed open, on the other side, kazehana was smiling brightly, she was even prettier than before even hizashi was dumbfounded. what a glow-up at such a young age.

she looked exactly the same as akumu, with some differences of course but the facial features, the eyes, and even the hair look exactly the same.

“onee-chan!-” she says, excited to see nemuri again but she saw someone else which caused her to slam the door shut from fear.

“hana-chan? is everything okay?” nemuri asks as she looked at hizashi worriedly.

“nee-san, who is that.. were you followed? should i call onii-chan..?” she says, her hands slightly shaking from the traumatic memories, wanting to press the call button but then—

“hana-chan, gomen— onee-chan isn’t being followed.” nemuri squatted down, she kind of forgot how kazehana reacts to strangers. “this is hizashi-onii-chan and he is my friend!” she says cheerfully as kazehana slowly opens the door to look at the blond. he seems kind. his blond hair was in a bun and he wore a black jacket. she immediately hugged nemuri and has no intention of letting go. she was protective over her as the two adults practically melted under her glare, nemuri was the first one to crack and hizashi followed. the air was filled with laughter.

akumu was woken up in his deep slumber, his heart felt heavy, and started to throb with each beat. he knew something was wrong— he knew it— his eyes latched onto the wall clock as he read the time.

9:44.

“fuck.” he said. the first words he said being in this hellhole were fuck.

“they found her.”

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[4-komacery]

It’d been awhile we hadn’t dating.

We spent a night at Tokyo Tower for dinner and, you know, i love seeing city lights, that was why he took me here. The best spot.

Cery: Nooooooooooo...i don’t want goin’ home Johann: It’s 11pm already.

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Tokyo is always the best date spot to me. I love city lights ❤️

Sometimes change myself into a blonde curly long hair girl. Not many hairs fit my face ;;_;

[moonartemisia]

Hanamaru Danshi (F5): Swords Over Boys || Touken Ranbu Au FF||

Note: Disclaimer I don't own the characters from Touken Ranbu it belongs to DMM Games and Nitro+. I only own the main original character, and this is an AU fanfiction. Please keep in mind! Hope you all folks enjoy!

That Is Just Only The Beginning

I hear soft, silent and whistling cherry trees. I opened my eyes slowly each petals falling down onto my face.

It's breathtaking......

I slowly stand up from a flood of cherry pink petals that touched my delicate bare feet. I feel like I'm in heaven, honestly taking me light and free. Walking as I stepped on them, my face expresses enthusiastically. The carefree vibe that hung myself through this destination.

If only it's not a dream.

Suddenly, I postponed when a light began to struck upon me, shielding my arm under my eyes.

It hurts...too bright..!

But, what's underneath that shining light?

Soon as the light started to fade, my eyes shifted open and laying my arm down to my side.

There in front were mysterious 5 silhouette figures beyond the white background before them. In a moment I take a further step, they were about to vanish into thin air on merely seconds. So I rushed towards the figures, walking fast, but I ran in hope of knowing who they are.

Their identities...Who are you all? My thoughts sneered, immediately chasing their shadows when...

"Hello, our precious miss flower...." all of them spoke in unison.

Are they referring to me?

"W-wait, who are you!?" I called out.

No answers were given, but as I reached out my arm to them. Same time as the light reappeared shining through the figures and me, embracing through the brightness like it could take me somewhere...

**RIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG**

"Anee-san, wake up!"

"Waaaahhh--! H-huh!?"

"Dummy, it's already passed 7:00. You're gonna be late."

My eyes blinked multiple times. It felt as if my soul was returned from my dead body. I turned my look at this little boy beside me, who's my brother.

"A dream....." I stuttered.

My little brother only rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Anee....mama is waiting for you."

With that, he left...

"W-wait-WHAT!?"

I jumped from the bed, quickly looking at my alarm clock. It's passed 7 in the morning! CRAP, SUPER LATE!

Time is running late, I hurriedly prepare the usual routine I do. Fixing my bed, taking a bath, dressing myself up with my fresh dried uniform. Before heading down to the kitchen, I make sure I'm all set and neat. Lastly, brushing my hair. Now, I'm good to go!

"Michiko, hurry up! Breakfast is ready or it'll get cold!"

Mother calls, I grabbed my neck tie and bag as I dashed downstairs while fixing it.

I arrived in the main ground, facing the kitchen seeing mom doing the dishes and my little brother sitting across the dining table. Already done eating his meal, currently playing mobile games on his phone.

I placed my bag first on the couch, then heading inside the kitchen and dining hall. Finally, I sat down quietly starting to eat my breakfast.

"This is the first time you woke up at this hour, Michiko." My mom worded behind.

I didn't reply to her, but I gained a sweat drop on my head. Ignoring what she said as I continue to finish my meal. Instant regret? I've never been like this since the past. This is what it feels like when you're going to school, especially Monday occurs. Gosh, I hate Mondays.

Can we just replace and invent a new calendar that has full of Fridays?

Ugh, that dream I recalled. What was that? Probably, it's the dream kinda made me awake, right now....late. So strange, I thought I was in a fairytale land and what if those figures are princes who are-no...too cliche at such. I'm facing a ridiculous reality...my life and mine alone. But, I've set the time at 5:30! How come!? Maybe, I was too sleepy I didn't even feel like it's morning. Oh, well sleep always win. I wanna be in cloud nine.

"Oi, Anee stop daydreaming. You're ahead of time. Mama, I'll be going out now!"

"Aaaahhh--WAIT KANBE!!"

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And by the way, did I even introduce myself yet? No?

Well, nothing special about my simple life that can get through tough and struggle times! For a quick short note, I'll begin with my introduction....

I'm Tensetsugi Michiko, an eldest daughter of only 2 siblings in the family. Age 17, like an age for a sophomore, although almost high than that. Planning to change and improve my ways in both settings of life. School and my residency. I'm determined and progressive to aim my achieving goals and dreams after my studies! Though, I can procrastinate and curse alot of school works which is pretty moody of me to do so. But, I assure everything will be alright!

Student at Hanami Academy, which is the school I enrolled is a huge one! All of the school years were there and provided. It'll be no hassle to enrol there, if you're transferred anyhow.

Hope, you'll get to ride along my sto-No, OUR STORY!

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"Chi.....umm look."

"Seriously, been a long time here in the campus. And there's this letter that's catching up!? What on earth Michin!!" Chiho snickered, nudging my arm.

I scoffed, "Please, Chiho...it's impossible! Don't be fooled, maybe it's a prank." I began to inspect the letter.

"But, hey! That's the signage of the Hanamaru Boys!" She pointed.

"You've gotta be-no way!? No one on earth those popular guys would take interest in me!"

"Who knows, what if there is?" Chiho gave me a smirk with her eyebrows wiggling.

"Quit it Chi!"

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*Bang*

"M-mika-w-what are you--!?"

"Shh...keep your voice low, Tensetsugi-san. So you won't get caught by those fan girls or else your reputation will be broke."

You should at least cover me up in a proper way! The hell this senior is cornering me!!

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"Can I court you?"

"Court me, what for? When you don't know the word itself?"

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"Nobody messes with Tensetsugi or else you have to get in the way with me...."

"M-ma-manba......"

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"MICHI-CHAN~"

"T-tsurumaru, you're being clingy!"

"Whatever! I want to hug you~ Say wanna hear a joke?"

"I don't wanna hear one from a duck....."

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"It's my promise, Michiko......that I will always stay here by your side always..."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I just want to bring back my story and yes I'm still continuing it. Just some edits that have been gone crazy. I read .y latest updates on my old main account, finding it cringe to the point. I have to do some major editing to do (wow it'll take a while!) Sorry for the lack of response, sadly I couldn't get back to my old one. Although, since it's a fresh new start again. Hope you still continue to support me! Please comment and vote this story if you like it! -S.S. <3

[aoibhs]

All Dressed Up

Chapter One 

Chapter Sixteen

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from The Riot Club/Posh, and all OCs were beautifully crafted by @club-riot

"Tamsin?" Dimitri turned to her. They were just after finishing the main course and were waiting patiently for pudding, "What have you been doing all night? "How do you mean?" Tamsin was still leaning her chin against her propped up hands, gazing at him innocently. "This is what I mean," He gestured to her entire being, "Why are you acting like a crazy person?" "No, I'm not," She shook her head. It was exceedingly unconvincing and she knew it. "I'm not-" Dimitri stopped himself, and sighed, "What do you want, Tamsin?" "What?" She straighten her back, sitting upright again. "Is it money?" "No," "Then what?" Tamsin didn't reply straight away. She paused. Then picked up her glass of red wine and knocked it back. Then she placed the empty glass back on the table and reached over the corner of the table to get ahold of both sides of Dimitri's face and kissed him, full on the lips. They didn't break away or stop or anything. It just went on and on and on. "Oh wow, gosh," Elizabeth looked at the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone and blushing ferociously. "You're married, Lizzy," George laughed, "Surely, you and Leighton are used to this sort of thing," "Only every Tuesday," Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk a little at her own comment. "What do you have on Tuesdays?" James looked at her. "Well, I-" "She has two English lectures from ten until twelve, followed by a tutorial in modern English literature at three and then drama rehearsals from half six to half eight," Guy said. He said it as if he were the most clever person on earth. He said it as if he had just cured Cancer. "I'm impressed," George's eyes went wider than usual, surprise evident on his face. "I'm not," Elizabeth frowned looking at Guy, "How did you know that?" "..You're looking lovely tonight," He replied solemnly, his clever imagine of two seconds beforehand had been shattered. He was now reduced to a creepy stalker. "Guy," She didn't look impressed. Not scary. Just not impressed. And Guy had to mentally slap himself because there was a point where all he could think of was how cute she looked. "Umm..," He began to shrug. Over her shoulder, he could see James looking like he was about to burst with the containment of his laughter. Guy had really dug a hole for himself. "It was me," Poppy waved her arms slightly, getting Elizabeth's attention, "He asked where you were once and I just gave him a copy of your timetable," "What?" "I didn't think you'd mind," Poppy scoffed, both her and Alistair laughing at the situation. "Do you.. mind?" Guy looked at her so awkwardly. So awkwardly. Like a child in trouble. "I mean," She raised her hand to her burning face, "Next time don't make it sound like you follow me around," "He does," Dimitri briefly broke away from Tamsin. "I do not," The look of panic was hysterically evident in Guy's face. "God, I hope not," Elizabeth chuckled, reaching for her glass of gin and lemonade, "You'd be so bored if you did," "Don't put yourself down," George said sadly from in front of her. "Yes. I'm sure loads of people would love to stalk you," Alistair said in a very calm voice. Poppy burst out laughing. Elizabeth wasn't sure how to react. "That is not what I meant," George tapped the edge of the table with his index finger as he spoke. "It's fine," Elizabeth shook her head, wishing that would be the end of the conversation. "Dimitri dear, stop that please," Elena touched her nephew's shoulder as she entered the room again, "Or at least go upstairs," "Mum!" Honora's one word argument told her mother to stop talking. No one needed a translator for that. Not that Elena cared. "Now pudding will be out shortly. Is anyone still thirsty?" "Wine please, madam," Ed actually fell off his chair once he had finished speaking. "Are you sure?" Elena grinned at the state he was in. "It's collective wine, Mrs. Honora's mum," Toby added, "He's asking for all of us," "Very well, I'll have someone bring in two or three bottles," Elena went to leave. "Did you finally realize you've got employees?" Honora snorted. "Honora, do you want to be sent to your room without pudding?" Elena turned back around again, "I can do that. You live here, you know?" Then she left the room again, leaving the group to tease Honora about being sent to bed early at twenty years of age. "Lauren would love all this," Miles said to no one in particular as he looked around the room. After drinking quite a lot already, Poppy was fed up with listening to him rambling on about Lauren. She began to face away from him, speaking to Alistair instead and letting Hugo deal with all the Lauren talk. "He's not worth the effort, Poppy," Alistair said to her, almost coldly, "He's blinded by the commoner," "It's just annoying, Alistair," Poppy pouted, looking like she was about to cry but she wasn't, "I got all dressed up and he doesn't even care," "You do look nice though," He nodded in reference to her navy swing dress. It was different in comparison to what she usually wore to fancy dos. She generally picked brighter colours as well. The darker blue was charming to see on her. And Alistair noticed. She smiled and reached up to hold his hand lightly. She appreciated that he said it, even if he didn't mean it. Alistair was never the type to give out compliments. But he did mean it. "Ooh! Pudding!" James' face lit up when the staff put a selection of cakes, tarts and merengues. "I love chocolate cake!" Elizabeth squealed, "It's literally my will to live," "Would you like to try some cheesecake?" Guy held up his fork of Bailey's cheesecake. "Mmm hmm," She nodded, about to take the fork off him but he instinctively shoved it into her mouth, feeding her, "Mm, it's delicious!" James, George and Hugo exchanged glances, smirking, feeling it wouldn't be long till the Leighton-Masters/Shaw marriage would be forgotten about.

Chapter Eighteen

[avathae-mangaka]

Inking the Kakashi x Oc request! #micronpen #micron #pigmamicron #illustration #art #artist #anime #anbublackops #anbu #kakashithecopyninja #kakashi #hatake #hatakekakashi #kakashihatake #naruto #narutoshippuden #creativeillustration #originalcharacter #characterxoc #drawing #ink #sketchbook #cansonpaper #canson

[mochidrabbles]

Last Words [The Arcana]

Title: Last Words

Pairing: LucioxOC

Fandom: The Arcana

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Minor spoilers, character death

The masquerade was a time for jubilation for all of Vesuvia. Normally, none would be more excited than Lucio himself, more than happy to strut about the castle with obnoxious grandeur as he watched the entire city gather to celebrate his special day: to celebrate him. For the first time in the masquerade's history, since Lucio had turned his own birthday into a national holiday, this wasn’t the case.

“Stuck in my room on my birthday.” The count had been sulking for the better part of the day, outraged by his confinement and even further outraged by the lack of faithful servants surrounding him. A few of the courtiers had checked in, only to duck out quickly in favor of the festivities and Nadia hadn’t visited once. She seldom had since he’d come down with the plague. The only person kind enough to keep him company, there when he needed it most, was Rae.

“What do those doctors think they’re doing down there? Damn that Devorak, wasting time.” His thanks to her, to perhaps the only true friend he had, had been to rant and rave. He’d spent the better part of the night complaining and Rae had been the only person he hadn’t directly scolded yet, threatening even the servants who brought him the best part of each meal the masquerade served. He could hardly eat in his state of weakness, but Lucio wanted no one to forget that he was still the star of this show - even if it seemed as though most of the city already had.

“Hey.” Rae, more long-suffering than usual in the face of Lucio’s current state, placed a soft hand on his arm, trying to ignore how sickly and cold his skin felt beneath her palm, “You have them working everyday and they have the best resources Vesuvia has to offer. They’ll find a cute soon.” Rae wasn’t sure who she was comforting more now: Lucio or herself.

Lucio could be insufferable, was more often than not. He was selfish, belligerent, sometimes stupid, but in all her years of knowing him Rae could see through all of it. She could see the scars that pushed him to be better, to constantly fight to prove himself, that fed his need to be adored. More than anyone she could see the good qualities that lurked beneath. He treated those closest to him, those most loyal, well. Even on his deathbed Lucio ensured Rae was taken care of, heaps of her favourite food and drink piled high on the grandiose nightstand sat next to the bed. Lucio was oft a pain in the ass, but no matter how she complained about him Rae couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him. She didn’t want to.

“Tch. Bastards are probably happy to watch me die, ready to claw their way in here and take my position.” Feaverish and angry, Lucio was testier than ever, “Well they can claw it from my cold, dead--” A cough cut him off, one turning into many as he was overtaken by yet another coughing fit. Rae rubbed his back, offering what little comfort she could as the count hunched over, too weak to fight against his illness. Lucio had always been proud, strong, refusing to show weakness. Seeing him so frail was frightening.

“Ah, shit.” Retracting the arm that had covered his mouth, finding it smeared with fresh blood Lucio slumped back against the ornate carving of his headboard. For the moment he was too exhausted to argue, spent by the coughing fit.

Pity and concern mingled in Rae’s eyes as she took a cloth from beside her. Dipping it in a basin of water she leaned forward to dab at Lucio’s lips, cleaning the blood that stained them red.

Lucio stared at Rae as she worked, cleaning his mouth before rinsing him arm. She was the only one left; Rae was the only person to stay beside him when he had nothing to offer. She was probably the only true friend he had - the only true friend he’d ever had. Lucio had always known it, but until faced with to so bruntly he’d never wanted to admit it.

“Hey…” Once he blood was gone, filthy red stain cleared from Lucio’s palled skin and dirty cloth discarded Rae turned to Lucio again, forcing a smile. He was grouchy, tired, and had been for days. Futile as it may have been, Rae wanted to try to cheer him up, even if just a little. She knew just the story. If this didn’t make him at least crack a smile, nothing would.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Asra and I--” Rae was cut off suddenly. Lucio, fueled by a sudden spike of anger that came as a surprise to both parties in the room, stood suddenly forcing Rae to follow suit. Her eyes were wide, round and scared as she felt the anger in Lucio’s gaze, made all the more intimidating by the burning, sickly red of his eyes.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear about Asra!” He’d heard the name far too much in passing days. Asra, the magician who was supposed to help save him, use some hocus pocus ritual to restore his health. The entire castle was abuzz with talk of his ‘amazing feats’ and not a single person had a bad thing to say about him. Not even Rae.

“Asra this, Asra that! It’s all you ever talk about.” Lucio’s voice was raspy, strained, specks of blood flying from his lips as he shouted.

“Wh-- no it isn’t! He’s my friend and I haven’t seen him in forever since you’ve had me cooped up here with you! I miss him Lucio!” The confession came in anger as Rae planted her feet, narrowed her eyes and met the counts stare with a hard glare. She realized now how true that was. Asra was her friend, someone who’d always been there for her when she needed it. To be cut off from him completely even when he was so close was a lonely feeling.

Lucio froze for a moment, feeling his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. Rae was here for him… because she felt like she had to be? Lucio felt the hurt in his chest turn to anger, bitter and unbridled. Combined with his envy it was a messy mix that had Lucio’s chest heaving in fury.

“If you don’t want to be here then get out.” Of course she didn’t. Of course she’d rather be downstairs, taking advantage of her generosity like everyone else. Of course she’s rather be with Asra. Lucio cursed himself; he should have seen it before.

“What?” Unable to keep up with the count’s whirling thoughts Rae blinked up at him, “I never said--” Her confusion, doe-like eyes and shocked face had no bearing on Lucio. Not when he was like this. It almost made him angrier, that she couldn’t understand him.

“I said get out!” Lucio’s shout was punctuated by a crash as he set all the food piled on the end table to spill, throwing it to the floor in a mess of spilled foods and shattered dishes that had Rae scrambling to move away from the spread of the mess.

“Fine! Fuck you!” Hurt and angry, unable to understand Rae shouted back with equal ferocity. Hiking her skirts she turned from the room, slamming the door behind her and refusing to look back as she stormed down the hall. All she had wanted was to help, to make things better. Why did Lucio have to be like this?

Inside the room Lucio began to cough again, falling to his bed as his overspent limbs turned to jelly beneath him. Alone he was left to feel the blood trickle from his mouth, burn in his throat as he stared at the scene carved into the roof of his canopy bed. Soon enough. Soon enough he would be healthy. He’d be strong again and then he’d show them all… he’d make them all come crawling back to him then. He just needed to wait a little longer, get ready for this stupid ritual. Then they would all see.

In another wing of the castle Rae was finally reaching her room, wiping furiously at the most persistent of her tears as they spilled down her cheeks despite her best efforts to keep them. Shedding her clothes in favor of pajamas, curling into bed and hugging at her pillows, she cursed Lucio’s stubbornness, his selfishness. But she also cursed her own. He was sick, dying, and she’d left him all alone. But she couldn’t go back. She could only take so much, and Lucio had pushed too far. She couldn’t even hope to reconcile now - she wouldn’t be able to look at him. But perhaps in the morning… maybe the next sunrise would bring with it a new day.

Comforted enough by the thought Rae settled to bed, too angry, too exhausted to do anything but sleep. Despite her best hopes Rae’s sleep would be anything but peaceful that night. It would only be a few more hours before she was woken up by a frenzy of panic and activity only to find Lucio’s wing ablaze, onlookers screaming that the count was still inside. She’d realize then, staring up at the fire burning through one of the windows, that there would be no reconciliation; her argument with lucio would be the last conversation they would ever have.

With that weighing heavily on her heart, replaying painfully in her mind, Rae would fall to her knees and weep.

[avathae-mangaka]

HEY GUYS!!! I'm so so sorry that i suddenly went missing! A lot kind of happened and i had to take a few days to process what was going on and then i got really sick. But anyway, today, I'm drawing another image: kakashi hatake and, by request, an oc!! The requester only told me what her character looked like, but nothing about her village information and what not. So anyway, enjoy Kakashixoc!! #kakashi #hatakekakashi #hatake #kakashithecopyninja #hiddenleaf #hiddenleafvillage #villagehiddenintheleaves #characterxoc #originalcharacter #illustration #naruto #narutoshippuden #art #artist #sketch #sketchbook #cansonpaper #canson #drawing #creativeillustration #anime