Having such insane jiraiya brainrot that I made an oc to ship with him
Her name is Ito Ren and Shes a hermit of an author who writes a rivaling series to Icha Icha but no one knows her true identity and shes actually thought to be a male author. (Jiraiya eventually figures it out ofc)
Ink-Stained Guilt's chapter three is brewing, so here you have a little sneak peek.
As always: CLAIR OBSCUR POST GAME SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT
special tag for @fantalpacca for helping me thinking this whole fanfic out
and for @janusfranc15 bc I think you wanna read this!
@optimisticgrey beat the game so you can bless me with reading this one *puppy eyes*
Run.
Just. Run.
That being the sole thought in her head but her legs seemed to be made of lead at this point. So instead she inspected who called her out. It was a child, approximately ten years old, give or take. He was short but not much shorter than Cecile, his hair was something of a light brown and short, combed to one side, his face freckled a bit and his hazel eyes were looking at her curiously.
Then, like with a snap of the fingers his facial expression changed.
- Hey, what’s going on…? – she said, raising her hands.
- I… I don’t know you. I should. W-who are you? – the child started backing away like he was about to get eaten alive by the Writer.
Before she could respond with some name she made up he ran off to the town.
- Oh, great – then she realised. It was great. It was her opening.
With the last bits of adrenaline she turned around and walked away quickly. Truth be told she did not know where to go or how to get out of here but at least she could get away from the questions. And from being found by Alicia.
She grumbled under her breath because despite her spy training she was too tired to run. Her legs were begging for mercy, her muscles burning, entire body asking to stop and rest.
But she had to continue. For the sake of her own safety.
Although the fate had other plans.
- Hey! – she heard someone in the distance – Wait!
And then she heard running.
No. No no no no, a thousand times no.
Cecile wasn’t sure what to do. Should she stop? Try to run anyway and get caught because that scenario was the most likely in that case? Fight despite her being trained to melt in the shadows and avoid combat at all costs? Just let her body fall down and let the strange man ask his questions for she believed he has so many?
Damn.
Before she could even think about the right course of action she fell down to the ground, her body making the decision for her. And before she could fully meet the dirt a set of arms caught her. What she noticed immediately was that one arm was made of metal.
- Hey, hey – she heard care in the man’s words – Are you alright?
- As alright as one can be after a full day of marching. Why?
She looked at the man now. He was probably in his thirties, had curly dark hair and a well-trimmed beard, that was all she could tell in the darkness now surrounding them both. It seemed he had a prosthetic arm made of metal she felt earlier when he caught her.
- Because you look exhausted, now I see why. But... what are you doing here? W…Who are you? – the last question was asked with uncertainty as if he was touching some delicate topic.
- I wish I knew why I’m here. As to who I am… name’s Cecile – it was all she could tell him now.
And probably ever.
- Very well… Cecile. I’m Gustave, chief engineer of Lumière, – he sounded proud – But you… don’t get me wrong but we all know one another in here after Maelle… repainted us all. And you’re a stranger. Where do you come from?
Damn, he’s intelligent, she panicked.
There were two cards she could play. Honesty which she almost never used or spin something about obviously being painted…
Wait a minute…
Was that a painted person? And… he was sentient?
She couldn’t help but stare in shock, her mouth opening and closing without her even thinking about it. It was so different from the books! Here in the painting it was not scripted, not written, no dialogue to put in character’s mouth. Just… a person that seemed whole. Of course she heard about characters from the books getting sentient, but it wasn’t that frequent.
- Is everything truly alright? – he asked again, holding her tighter.
She lacked an answer for she was not sure anymore. Nothing was in its place, herself included.
- Everything is trying to be alright – she bought herself some time – And I’m just as trying to make sense of… - her head suddenly burst with pain and she winced. It was dull, like her mind was being turned into something distant to herself.
- Questions can wait, but you’re going with me. You need help – his voice was firm but yet she could hear that he cared about her state. Exhausted stranger who probably shouldn’t be here in the first place now seemingly having the worst night of her life.
He lifted her to her feet and holding her up with his metallic arm he led her to the city apparently called Lumière. The lights and the buildings, people and animals were getting closer.
She didn’t let herself pass out because she still had to run away from here, but after that pain she experienced she knew that even the Canvas didn’t want her here.
First time her and the Canvas were on the same page.
Page, how amusing, she laughed in her thoughts.
Among the lights she could finally see Gustave’s face properly. He was taking good care of himself both in grooming and she believed that it was the case with dressing too but now he was in what she’d call a work attire. A shirt was wrinkled and had few stains on it, presumably from crafting new inventions, few rogue curls were on vacation and he overall seemed like the child from before pulled him out in the middle of his work.
If only you ignored the kid.
But it looked like the man was too empathetic and trusted said child.
[TOP] Fanart for a character for the podcast The Magnus Archives - Tim Stoker, and art of my Original Character for the podcast The Magnus Archives - Riley Shin
[BOTTOM] Art of my Original Character - Karmen, and art of my boyfriend's Original Character - Keres
