I Dont Believe In Humans!🦄

Cassandra Labelle

Star Sign: Taurus Crew: Vashani

Position: Cartographer Height: 5’3”

Who do that voodoo that you do? Also maps. Having the grace and charm to slither herself out of any situation...and get her and the Vashani into new ones. Having amazing abilities in cartography and in the magic of voodoo Cassandra has always been the one to make the most out of worse case scenarios.

Born out of wedlock to an aristocratic mother and a poor father, having a picture perfect childhood was never in the cards for Cass. Although her parents did the absolute best to give her a life worthy of their love for her and each other, at the age of five Cassandra’s life came to a heart breaking halt when her mother’s family forbade her from associating with her and her father, going as far as to killing him in cold blood right in front of her. They drug her mother away as she promised Cassandra that she would find her once again. That night the mantion in which they were holding her mother burned to the ground, killing everyone inside.

After her tragic loss Cassandra was raised by her aunt an avid practitioner of voodoo who found herself raising a little apprentice. Passing down her knowledge to Cass, she became quite the clairvoyant with a knack to tap into the supernatural. As part of her daily life Cassandra also found herself amongst the books of her local library were she devoted herself to learn all that she could get her hands on, it is here where she discovered her passion within the atlas, geography, and history books. Going hand in hand, Cassandra also discovered her livelihood in creating accurate maps for her most popular customers, Pirates. As her business grew she stumbled upon a customer with a particular set of eyes with an offer she could not refuse.

Now as part of the Vashani, Cassandra works closely with Oliver, setting the crew on the right path to each of their destinies, even though she may not like what she finds at the end of hers.

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DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE ACTUAL GAME WILL GO!!!!THIS IS JUST A SCENARIO/HEADCANNON SO DO NOT COME FOR ME....ok thank you sooooo much😘

Asante will be represented by an “A” and Bébbin will be “B” (...duh...). This font will be setting and physicality (?).

Asante’s quarters. After a fire broke out at a local tavern caused by some people who wanted to run the pirates out of their town, Bébbin notices Mel was not with them. Stopping in her tracks and running towards the burning building, Bébbin was able to get both her and Mel safely but not without new scars.

A: (Sits quietly next to Bébbin, bandaging her shoulder that got badly burned, he listens to her slight hiss at the pain she feels as he applies the healing salve, he breaks the silence with a faint helpless voice) ...I thought I’d lost you...

B: (Focused on looking at the floor biting her lip to distract her from her searing pain she feels as Asante mends her shoulder, is snapped back to herself as she hears him speak) What?

A: I thought I’d lost you... (Picks up gauze and begins to wrap her wound) ...you and Mel...the fire broke out and everyone was told to evacuate... (Regret and guilt infiltrate his tone) ...you noticed before I did that Mel wasn’t with us. (He finishes his wrapping as his eyes begin to water at the unimaginable). I was looking around and saw Kiernan with Saafi so I just assumed she had Mel too, and when Saafi asked where Mel was that’s when I noticed you were already halfway into the building.... (He falls silent contemplating what could have been and thanking every deity he knew for the persevation of the loves of his life, he feels Bébbin’s stare and makes eye contacts).

B: (The pain is dulling away as her expression softens with a mix of understanding and restrained determination) ...and I would do it all over again, for Mel, for Saafi, ...for you (she turns her body fully facing him, cupping Asante’s cheek and wiping away the tears in the corner of his eye) Asante; you and Mel and Saafi, you’ve all changed my life in such a short amount of time... (She lets her hand fall, gracing his chest and landing in his hands; Asante closes his grip on her hand and Bébbin holds his firmly, squeezing them, reassuring him. She leans in placing her forehead against his, she feels his shudder as he realeases all his built up tension; she hears him sniffle) ..my life , it was all lived for me , for my selfish gain and what i wanted to do ; in theory it worked for a while, being away from my family, having my own voice...but then I found myself not knowing what to do next (She separates from Asante looking into his eyes again, she releases her grip from his hands and places it back on his face and this time he closes his eyes and leans into her touch) If it weren’t for the cubs I would, quite literally, not be here right now. They led me away from my persecutors, they led me to the Vashani, they led me to you. I owe them more than they will ever know....don’t tell them that though, they’ll be blackmailing me for sweets until the end of time.

A: (A small chuckle eminates from him as he relishes in his lover’s touch; he opens his eyes and parts from Bébbin’s hand only to capture it within his hand again, intertwining his fingers with hers directing himself to kiss her hand gently) They got into so much trouble for that... (The smile fades as memories from those day’s events flood back into mind) I felt so helpless...Kiernan was holding Saafi back and Mateo and Oliver had to hold me back, saying how they couldn’t loose anyone else...they had already counted you for dead (he chuckles at the next memory , rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb) the last thing anyone expected was to see you crashing through one of the windows barrel rolling with Mel in your arms.

B: (She laughs) Then everyone was on me trying to put out my dress; they almost left me naked out there (She laughs again, getting Asante to laugh too) I’m glad you were able to check on Mel first though. How is he by the way?

A: (Asante looks at her with a smile in his face, tired) He’s alright, a bit shaken of course; physically he’s perfect, no scratch or burns, he was more concerned for you. It took me a good ten minutes to stop him from crying and assuring him that Papa was going to give you a thorough checkup (He notices her eyes well up, Bébbin closes them and chuckles to herself as tears flow freely. Asante cups her face with both his hands, kissing away the tears as they fall, it’s been a very emotional day for them).

B: (Through her laughter and tears she’s able to compose herself enough to stop Asante’s onslaught of kisses and reciprocates with a kiss of her own in return. The kiss goes a bit deeper than intended and leaves them both slightly breathless; they part, a smile gracing her lips as she wipes away a the trail of moisture left by her tears) He’s a sweet boy. He’s so lucky to have such a doted Papa like you. (She reaches out to tuck one lone dread away from his face and behind his ear, noting a weary smile hiding things, thoughts) Asante? What’s in that brain of your love?

A: (How does she know? He stares at her in mild amusement) You say I’m a doted father...i didn’t feel like that today, I wasn’t... (Bébbin stops him with a sound that closely resembled a Gatling gun).

B: No, absolutely not Asante, don’t you dare say that you aren’t a good father. You are a great father, one incident does not tarnish this spotless record you have with your children (She feels slightly crazed, bewildered).

A: (He looks at her from looking at his hands and lap for some time know) It was an incident that could’ve cost Mel his life, how can you sit here and not think that I didn’t do right by him!! ( The guilt he was trying to shove into the recesses of his mind comes back, full force on him and physically weighs him down).

B: Because it was ONE incident (she puts her index finger in front of him symbolizing the one) And thank the heavens that it didn’t lead to the loss of any life. (Her fingers rake through his hair, resting in the nape of his neck positioning him in such a way that his gaze will not depart from hers) Asante, you are just one man taking care of two children marvelously, two children who adore you. Mel will not hold a grudge against you over one mistake if he even had a grudge to begin with. Saafi and Mel love you Asante, both of them are your hearts work, you are what many men would hope to be as a father, and what many men aren’t even capable of becoming as human beings. You make them better, you make me better just by being around you. So don’t you ever say that you aren’t good enough, or unworthy, or undeserving or whatever it is that is rattling in that head of your. The Vashani loves you, I love you, but most importantly Mel and Saafi love you...(there’s a pause, Asante looks at her with every emotion he can muster, grateful. Bébbin wraps her arms around his neck as he instinctively reciprocated by fully enveloping her waist in his arms, both of them resting their chins on each other shoulders, they melt into each other, the day’s events becoming a distant memory).

Amaya Rosales

Star Sign: Aquarius Crew: Vashani

Position: Sniper Height: 5’8”

If you want a banging good time with someone who gets stuff done Amaya is your gal.

Being the eldest of three, Amaya was surrounded by family and she quickly adopted the leader position and aspired to be someone that her siblings could look up to and her parents could be proud of.

Growing up in a rancher her father would always take her out during his target practices and would allow her to shoot at inanimate objects and small critters that they would find. In no time, Amaya quickly learned her way through a gun and graduated into handling heavier artillery, making long range shots her specialty, and catching the eye of the local mafia interested in her particular set of skills.

Approached by the mafia members and their leader;La Víbora, she was offered a position that she couldn’t refuse. To hone her craft while making some quick cash to help support her family. Little did she know her agreement would become a life sentence. When she found herself staring face to face with a task that she simply could not complete La Víbora took her family for ransom only promising their freedom if she is able to complete one last task. Enter the Vashani Crew. As she sails through the seven seas will the crew be able to help her or will she find out that the debt was to much for her to pay?

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Huang

Star Sign: Aquarius Crew:Vashani

Position: Executioner/Mortician Height: 5’3”

The Death Bringer, The Reaper from the East. She’s gone by many names, but none are emblematic of her true nature and desire.

A former morticians apprentice; she was taken in after she found her niche in death. A care taker of the children who lived in her same alleyway, she grew up not knowing who her parents where so the village around her raised her, the epitome of “it takes a village”.

As she grew older she would find herself burying her peers more than taking care of them and from that her interest was peaked. Finding a job with the village mortician all was well until her master found himself in a debt he could not pay, leaving her high and dry and to take his blame she had no other choice but to eliminate these debtors. And then she met Deneb.

Functioning as the crew executioner, she takes care of all the dirty work the crew leaves behind or finishes it for them. All of her actions have lead her to find her former master and ask him why. But something in the back of her mind keeps telling her that she will never get her answer.

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OMG!!!! So here’s my first (but not my main) stowaway for @tempest-tides-game . I hope you guys like her cause there’s more where that came from.

In honor of @thearcanagame releasing book 20 Judgement (and the fact that i got the upright ending for my precious baby Julian) here is the final piece of the drawing i had been working on for my apprentice Lirio. Happy Judgement day guys 💖

Yona Ironcloud

A circus magician who has come back home because her visions only show her the destruction of what her heart yearns for most. ♈️

❇️Favorite Food: Wild Rice

❇️Favorite Drink: Juniper Tea

Saffron Stainthorpe

A dissociative magician far away from home who’s past binds her from her future. ♉️

❇️Favorite Food: Callaloo

❇️Favorite Drink: Rum

So I’ve been working on my drawing of Lirio (my fan apprentice for @thearcanagame ) so here a little WIP of her. Enjoy while i suffer with her masquerade outfit 👌🏻

Hello everyone!!! as promised this is the fan apprentice x Julian fanfic I had been . working on for the past couple of month. This takes place right after book ten ends on Julians route. I would like to say that I wrote this mainly because I needed something to coupe with while @thearcanagame developers were hard at work to give us book eleven, so I am fully aware that allot of these events/happenings may be very wrong or may become completely obsolete after book eleven is released. So please just bare with me as I try to provide you some good quality fluff and angst. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

“Speaking”

‘Thinking’

“J-Julian?…” my voiced trailed off.

‘What is he doing? After  all we’ve been through, after everything was said and done, why is he doing this?’

“Julian what are you doing?” demanding a reason for this sudden change of mind, my voice is laced with an incredulous tone.

‘I thought he had found his answers back in the forest, he wasn’t guilty, the restoration of his memories gave him a clear answer, he had such high hopes for his freedom…where did that all go?’

“GUARDS!!! Apprehend him!” Nadia beckons her guards.

“Julian, WHAT are you doing?” Emphasizing my presence and concern.

“I told you, I am not here to mingle with strangers…” Julian answers back. A twinge of hurt makes its way to my face.

“Strangers?!” My eyes sting at his answer. As I prepare myself to confront him I feel a tug at my arm. I look back at the source and see Portia, tears staining her face.

“Let’s go Lirio, please…” All the previous victories we had were washed away by the defeat that now consumed her. All of her hopes of being able to help her brother for once in her life had been drained  at the sight of his presence. She pleaded once more: “…please…it’s over”. Her trembling voice caught in her throat. I trace my eyes over her hands holding on to me as disbelief turned to dread, which turned to anger

‘We did NOT come all this way just to give up now. Julian IS innocent and I will not allow them anyone to stand in the way of his freedom and our future…not even himself’.

I yank myself from Portia’s grasp leaving her stunned by the sudden action. I walk, almost stomping my feet against the ground I confront the plague doctor.

“We are NOT strangers Julian, how dare you…” My breath hitches as a lump forms in my throat.  Thinking back to what was said between us in the dungeon, the future he envisioned beside me, standing in front of him the security I used to find in those words starts to dwindle away. “You lied to me.” I expressed, thought gritted teeth and blurry eyes, tears burning my skin. “You said…” My sentence is cut short when Nadia decides to give me an impromptu interrogation.

“Do you…do you know him?” She asks incredulously scanning me for the answer that she does not want to hear. With the small amount of courage I have left I leave his gaze to lock my eyes on Nadia and begin to answer.

“I do, he and I are…” Another interruption erupts only this time Julian grabs me by my arm and  whips me around to face him again. He digs his fingers slightly in to me and I can feel him trembling. We make eye contact as he slightly shakes me as if to get some sense into me. I search his eyes trying to find a reason but all I see is a man fueled by determination, different from before, it’s a desperate determination quiet and subdued yet ready to burst. It was less about him and more about me .

“Damnit Lirio, what the hell are you doing?, I’m trying to save you!”

“SAVE me? From who, you?” I retort with a delirious look on my face.

“YES!!! I’m not good for you Lily…please for once just listen.” His last words laced with defeat, sleepless nights evident on his face, and his features have grown mature. His eyes fix on the ground, my hand reaches for his face cupping his chin to slightly lift it up and his gaze fixes on mine. His hands reach out to grab my head, cupping my face so delicately in his grasp and on instinct I bury my face in his warm grasp. My eyes flutter closed as I take in the warmth and comfort his touch gives me, the hands that bring me joy, peace, safety, pleasure, and every other fathomable feeling that could course through my body. He brings himself towards me as he places his forehead against mine lost in this moment only for a moment.

Nadia, needing no more explanations on our relationship status, beckons on the guards to once more obey her commands growing ever impatient.

“GUARDS!!! Get this murderer away from my sight, keep him in the dungeon until it’s time for justice to reign upon his head.”

At her command my eyes shot open pulling me from my trance like state. I see the guards coming towards us and my hands grab on to Julian’s forearms pulling him closer to me if it were even possible.

“Run away with me, please Julian, just…just…” My voice trails off in an almost breathless whisper and I close my eyes letting the tears fall freely taking their course over my cheeks. Julian pressed his lips against my forehead placing a kiss on it as he dug his face into my hair and my face rested on the crook of his neck. He breathed against my locks, committing my essence to memory.

“Forgive me love…please forgive me.” I pull away, looking at him through blurry eyes, pressing my lips together to contain the sobs that threaten to come out as I shake my head letting him know:

‘I could never be mad at you, I could never hate you Ilya.’

An apologetic smile graces his face as his last words come out as a sigh and seconds later Nadia’s guards yank Julian from my embrace putting him in handcuffs and escorting him away. My reflexes kick in as my feet star to move forward and my arms stretch out reaching for the lapel of his coat. In that moment I feel Portia’s hand grab my arm and pull me away turning me to face her.

“Lirio, let’s go please, I don’t…I don’t want to see this…please.” Her face buries itself against my shoulder, not being able to look me in the eyes as I feel her hot tears flow against the fabric of my blouse. The only view I have is the top of her head as I look down. I breath in and exhale a heavy sigh as I wipe my face with my sleeve putting on a brave face for her even though inside I'm crumbling. I look behind me one last time as I see Julian staring back at me as his figure disappears through the maze and into the dungeon. I focus back on Portia squeezing her shoulders to make her look at me.

“Hey, c’mon look at me, we’ll find a way. I don’t know how but we’ll find a way, I’ll make sure it happens. Let’s go, we have no time to waste and…” Nadia interrupts.

“Where do you think you are going with my handmaid?” I freeze at the sudden coldness in her voice as she continue to speak. “We still have some…”events” to discuss that have taken place without my awareness.”

I look at my surroundings trying to find a way out to no avail. With heavily guarded exits of the garden , I let out a defeated sigh as the realization hits me, there is no escape from this. I turn from Portia to face the countess. Her face is still, a hint of hurt masked in her eyes as she stares me down.

“What do you want to know?” I retort back and the countess’s pursed lips form into a slight frown.

“Let’s review shall we. For starters you were invited into my palace to help me solve the murder of my dear Lucio, bring Dr. Devorak to justice, and bring peace back to Vesuvia but here I see what I can only assume is a conspiracy against me forged by my handmaiden, a murderer, and my once beloved guest.” I stare back at her give her the same intensity she gives me. “Well? Are my assumption true?” She finishes her accusation and I firmly plant my feet to the ground beneath me ready to expose her to the truth whether she likes it or not.

“You came to me asking me to help you seek justice for the death of count Lucio, I did my job, I investigated every route available including going directly to your prime suspect and found nothing in his wake. Nothing to prove him guilty, however I did find more than enough evidence on your courtiers, they know more than they are leading you to believe and are showing you what they conveniently need you to see. So as far as I’m concerned I. DID. MY. JOB.” Nadia’s eyes widened in bewilderment, surprised that I actually responded.

“I CAME to you asking you to help me put Dr. Devorak to justice!!! He killed my Lucio!!!” She exclaimed.

“No you came to me wanting someone to validate your bloodlust and simply agree with you on the murder of a man you didn’t even care for.” The countess is stunned. “If that is what you wanted then you came knocking at the wrong shop that night.” If it would've been possible smoke would've been emanating from her ears and her eyes would've grown several shades of red.

“So…my assumptions are partly true, you’ve fallen in love with a criminal” She relaxes her facial features as she said this, unrolling her fists with each syllable.

“He is not a criminal! He is a kind, amazing, inspired man who wants nothing more than to make things right for the ones he loves; thats the man I have fallen in love with, not whatever assumption you've made him to be, besides, what would you know about love countess, remind me how long it took you to actually start a formal investigation on the matters of your “husbands” death. Let me also preface that I don’t like to repeat myself. If you want real answers ask your courtiers otherwise my “investigation” is over.” Nadia’s face contorts back into anger at my declaration.

“Careful miss Lirio.” She warns. “You wouldn't want to cross me, I might just hold you liable for treason against Vesuvia…” For a moment my whole body jerks in place as fear takes over, the thought of facing capital punishment over something I wanted no part of to begin with consumes me as I lower my gaze.

‘How did I get here? All I did was forget to turn of a lamp outside of the shop and now I’m standing in front of the countess facing possible charges I’m nowhere near guilty of and loosing Julian. Ilya. I’m so sorry my love, I promised you we would do this together and now…’

A lightbulb turns on. A plan is born and the corners of my mouth jerk up slightly into a knowing smirk. I lift up my face, facing Nadia one last time.

“Fine, if thats what you desire, I won’t stop you. Put another innocent life to death, you seem to like that.” At the challenge of her authority Nadia’s lips snarl. Portia stands stunned next to me as she squeezes my arm. “Lirio, no…” Is all she manages to say throw her still sobbing state. My hand reaches for hers squeezing it back  as I give her a reassuring smile knowing full well that this plan means the end of my life also.

“I, countess Nadia Satrinava, hereby sentence you, Lirio Iturburua, to death by hanging on accounts of treason against your country…guards take her away.” Nadia’s voice falters on her last words, not even she can believe the commands she has given. Two guards come from behind the countess as they proceed to grab me by my arms. Portia barely stands to the side shaking from each sob raking her body. I direct myself towards her.

“Portia. It’s ok, we did everything we could. You did everything in your power to save Julian. You did enough so please do not beat yourself up for this alright…promise me.” Portia nods her head without looking at me. Before the guard escort me away I speak to Nadia.

“I only have two simple request before I go.” Nadia perks her head up, she was previously looking at the ground in a sort of melancholic trance.

“Go on.” Nadia replies dryly.

“Do not blame Portia for any of this, she was only trying to protect her brother. As a woman with siblings you should hopefully know the feeling..”

“I suppose.” The countess’s reply is short but more than enough for some of my burdens to ease away from me. With this I make my second request.

“My other request…” As the thoughts of what I'm about to say cross my mind my throat becomes dry almost unbearably so. I close my eyes, refocus, and gulp some moisture back to my vocal cords. “…hang me before you hang Julian. I do not wish to see him in that state so please…” Nadia scans me, knowing this will be our last encounter until morrow’s day break. Her brows furrow, hurt established in her gaze and for a moment I believe she would say no. She shakes her head trying to focus on the task at hand as she finally replies.

“Fine.” Her sentence now cemented the guards escort me through the foliage of the garden maze, through a back door of the palace where the setting sun’s light begins to disappear.

My eyes begin to adjust to the new lack of brightness as we walk down a set of stairs into the prison. Cold and damp we walk past several cells dimly light by the faint glows of the torches hanging on the stone walls. We finally stop and I realize we are in the deepest part of the dungeon, consumed by darkness with a small window in the corner of the cell that emanated the remaining light of the sun and welcomed in the faint glow of the moon. As one of the guards opens the cell I notice a tall figure stand to his feet and call my name.

“Lirio?!?” My eyes widen as the figure emerged from the shadows walking closer to the cell door but I don’t have to see him to know who it is.

“Ilya!!!” I start to fight against my restraints, trying to break free from the remaining guards grasp just so I can wrap my arms around Julian.

“Stop resisting!” The one guard calls out as the other finishes unlocking the cell door. As soon as it’s doors swung open the guards didn’t even have to push me inside, they let go, I bolted crashing into Julians embrace. He received me with open arms ready to catch me as I flung my body towards him. Confusion wrapped in his stare, he instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist as I draped mine around his neck burying my face in the crook of his neck. Julian places one of his hands on the back of my head running it through my hair.

“Lirio…what are you doing here?” He asked against the top of my head. I lift it up to meet his eyes, stormy, growing darker with concern.

“I promised you wouldn’t go through this alone, I always keep my promises Julian…Nadia sentenced me to death with you.” Julian lost it, he gripped my arms hands shaking, wild eyes staring back at me.

“WHAT?!? No, nononono, this can’t be happening, this is not happening, Lily, please, PLEASE for the love of anything that is holy, please tell me this is a sick joke.” He doesn’t let me respond as he turns away from me and centers his attention towards the cell door screaming at the guards. “HELLO YES FINE GENTLEMEN  THERE HAS BEEN A MISTAKE M’LADY HERE TELLS ME THAT THE KIND COUNTESS HAS SENTENCED HER TO DEATH, IS THIS TRUE?” The guards do not seem faced by his outburst and blatantly ignore him, Julian clings to the bars of the door. “…hello…” I reach out my hand touching his shoulder.

“Julian…it’s…it’s ok.” He turns to me, throwing away any sense of calm.

“How? How is this okay Lily? You are not supposed to be in here. I am. You are not supposed to DIE tomorrow. I am. You…you…you were supposed to live a long full life and it’s not fair…” His voice breaks and so does he. At his last words Julian falls to his knees in front of me finally letting himself feel everything. His back shakes as the tears spill from his face. I kneel in front of him, my hands finding his face, cupping his cheeks and wiping away the tears. Lifting up his face to me.

“You and I both know that none of those things would have happened without you Ilya, besides, how is it fair that I get to live without you.” He snorts at that, his hands mimicking my own touching my face , marking every curve and dot on it. He bends down to kiss my forehead, my temple, my eyes, cheeks, nose, and eventually my lips. Tasting the saltiness of his tears we linger there neither one wanting to part first. Eventually we separate but only enough to look at each other. We decide to settle in to the cobblestone floor below us, setting my head against his chest listening to his heartbeat lulling me to sleep. Before drifting into unconsciousness Julian breaths into my hair one final declaration.

“I love you Lirio” Almost like a prayer, he hugs me ever tighter to his frame as I find my final resting place just beneath his chin, nuzzling my face into his neck.

“I love you Ilya.” I feel his chest heave in a sigh of relief as we both drift in to restless slumber.

At the first sign of light I hear keys struggling against the cell door and my body shoots up from its rest. Julian not following far behind me lifts himself up and gets to his feet as he helps me get to mine positioning me behind him with an arm protectively over me. The guard finally manages to open the cell door and swings it open revealing two pairs of handcuffs. I look at Julian who has his eyes set on the guard brow furrowed and lips pressed shut. I press my body closer to his waiting for the guards command, the only command that is left to say. I brace myself against Julian as he finds my arms giving it a hard comforting squeeze, then the guard opens his mouth.

So i wanted to let everyone know that: 1)No this blog is not dead...yet, 2)I’m working on a new OC profile/fanfic for The Arcana since this game has stolen my heart and my soul slightly it will be my focus for a while. That being said the next OC profile I’m working on is on my fan apprentice named Lirio, so keep in the lookout for my precious child.

KTHANKSBYE