#as you had that family channel that adopted a child...and basically sent him to another family

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Did not have 'Demi Lovato helping with ending family channels' on my 2024 bingo, but holy shit.

[littleoddwriter]

Pride | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

“Hiya! I have another idea: it's a Zsaszmask fic with their teenage son. Roman and Victor relax in their penthouse while watching TV, and they are surprised to see their son taking part to a march against homophobia. Moreover, the boy pronounced a powerful speech, saying he was grateful to be raised by two men who loved him while his biological parents left him. The pair is so proud of him that when their son comes back, he is warmly welcomed. Hope it'll inspire you and have a nice day!” @jiejie-eonni-onee-sama​ 

summary; what it says above, basically.

notes; Fluff; Kid Fic; Their son is called Andrew and he is 17 years old. They adopted him when he was still a young boy, around 4 years.

It was a hot Sunday evening in June, and Roman and his partner Victor sat on one of the former’s expensive chaise longue’s. Zsasz had his arms around Roman’s shoulders, since his boss lied between his legs, the back of his head resting against Victor’s bare, scarred chest. They were watching TV to relax from the busy week they’ve had. They had been zapping through the channels for quite a while, until they’ve finally given up and agreed to watch the Gotham Pride Parade that’s been live-streamed on almost every news channel instead.

Both of them startled a little, when they suddenly heard a very familiar voice come from the television. Apparently, their seventeen-years-old son, Andrew, was giving a speech on one of the stages that were part of the parade. They knew he went out to be part of the march, but he hadn’t told them about, well, that. Roman was gripping tightly onto one of Victor’s hands, which has been resting on his chest.

What the fuck did Andrew think he was doing there!?

Someone could be hurting – killing – him, being on display like this. A lot of rivals were out there, trying to tear Sionis down, and Roman didn’t fancy admitting it, but he was terrified of losing his son to any of those bastards every single day. Which is why he hadn’t let Andrew go to the Pride Parade all by himself, he had some of Roman’s staff with him. Staff that wasn’t visible anywhere on TV. Fuck, he hoped they only stayed out of frame for safety…

“He’s okay, baby. You worry too much,” Victor remarked calmly in his gravelly voice that sent pleasant, hot tingling shivers down Roman’s spine every time he spoke.

Sionis fixed his partner with a deathly glare, “What the fuck? I don’t worry too much! I’m worrying just the right amount, thank you very much. But you’ve got to admit that what he’s doing is not only dangerous, but also fucking stupid!”

Victor just swayed his head from side to side in a – “I kind of agree with you, but also not really” – manner.

Huffing, Roman turned his attention back to the TV.

“… And this is why I’m proud to say that I’ve been raised by two men. Two wonderful men, who’ve taught me so much and who’ve always encouraged me, no matter what. It’s nothing shameful, or disgusting, or odd. It’s normal! This is what the modern family looks like. Not just man, woman and child, but two men, two women, non-binary parents, queer children and parents, no parents, one parent, no human children, but pets, and so forth! The point is that no matter what, a family can be anything you want it to be. There is no rule, nor a ‘perfect family’. And every day, I’m so grateful for the two men who’ve raised me, when my biological parents didn’t want me. Thank you,” Andrew finished his speech on TV, receiving a very loud chorus of applause, praise, and love from the spectators.

They would never dare to admit this outside of their apartment, but both Victor and Roman felt such a swell of pride – and love – in their chests; it momentarily took their breaths away.

“That’s our son,” they both breathed in unison, huge, genuine smiles on their faces.

  Hours later, when it was already nearing midnight, Andrew finally returned home. As soon as he stepped into the penthouse’s living area, he was greeted by two very familiar faces staring back at him. There was warmth in both pairs of eyes, which Andrew only got to see every now and again.

He smiled brightly at his parents, “Hey, dads!”

“We’re very proud of you, son,” Roman replied, smiling back at him.

For a moment, Andrew frowned, confused about why his father would say that so unexpectedly.

Then it dawned on him.

“Have you heard my speech?”

His dads nodded and the teenager felt his face turn a little hot. He hadn’t expected that at all. In fact, he had hoped they wouldn’t know about it. He didn’t know how they’d react after all and he really didn’t want to be kicked out for embarrassing them in public or something. Even after so many years, he was still afraid that they’d have enough of him after all.

“Oh. I- Wait. You’re actually proud of me - for my speech?”

Roman chuckled, “Yes! Fuck!”

“Wow, thank you! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before, I was just afraid that-,” he never got to finish that sentence, since he was startled out of saying it, when both of his dads suddenly embraced him tightly. Andrew melted into the hug, wrapping his arms around his parents. This was actually quite rare to happen at all, so he savoured every second of it. Tears shot into his eyes – he was so exhausted that controlling his emotions was even harder than usual – and he snivelled a little.

“Are you fucking crying, Andrew?” Roman asked surprised, the hint of a laugh in his voice. It wasn’t mean, or mocking, though.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted quietly into Sionis’ chest, who laughed heartily in response, muttering “fuck” under his breath. Andrew smiled in response.

“He’s got that from you,” Victor chimed in and Andy could practically hear his smirk.

“That- No! You’re sleeping on the fucking roof tonight, you asshole!”

“Dad, no!” Andrew laughed, finally letting go of his parents, who were both smiling, still.

God, he really loved them so much. Some people might think that it was odd for those two particular individuals to adopt a child and be somewhat decent parents to it, but Andrew couldn’t possibly imagine it to be any better than this and he was happy he didn’t have to.

[iseul2056-blog]

hiii everyone! i’m finally here. this is rosé bringing in my son, byun iseul, who’s also the biggest sponsor to damsu. tl;dr he’s a robin hood-esque slash masked vigilante that happened to have a superstitious father that foresaw a kind of incoming apocalypse, thus training him for survival. if you’d like to plot with him, i’m easily reachable via discord ( rosé.#6236 ) more than tumblr im, although i don’t mind the latter either. just like this plot and i’ll come running to you! without further ado, i’m going to dump information about iseul under the read more!

INTRODUCTION.

birthed in one of the richest families in south korea 5031, his father and mother used to be that quixotic couple with his father leading in a multitude of industries as both a stakeholder and in some, owner. both parents came from long lines of inherited money, legacies that only expanded in his father’s hands.

his father was rather unorthodox, predicting that the world would collapse soon with theories to back him up. survival of the fittest, so he trained iseul in terms of physical and material and mental advances. he was homeschooled until the end of primary school, attending various courses to support and enhance his physical and intellectual capabilities.

his friends as a child came from the same social circles, especially from his mother’s side as she is a socialite. when he started school in a public setting, he went along well with some people while remaining private for the most parts of himself. has a penchant for compartmentalization for sure. dishonest as a person in general, and in result of realizing this himself, has slight trust issues.

when he was twelve, his mother left the family due to not having enough attention from his father mostly — who was always busy with both work and thoughts. his mother remarried two years after the divorce, and her new husband is also within the same social status as them, so iseul did have a period where he would avoid attending galas and the likes.

he loved his father, and always does, but there are significant values that his father held which he couldn’t truly grasp, let alone practice. it enveloped the entire view of having their money for themselves, including preserving any means to survive the collapse. every man for himself was basically how his father drilled him, but he grew a good conscience that led him to feel internally conflicted.

unbeknownst to his father, he often stole from fellow influencers to give the money towards the poor. this was done out of slight malice, in which he believes that every rich person should be contributing to the cause. and when the great divide occurred, there was a huge rift between his father and him for the first time in forever. the difference in principles made him run away for approximately a few months, until his father summoned him during the last dying breath.

in 2054, he inherited his father’s wealth in its unadulterated form, including the bribes, the corruptions, the malpractices. he started understanding to what extent his father was willing to preserve their safety in a world where money rules. it touched him, yet startled him in a sense that he’s certain all the hates would be redirected towards him later on as the face of this extreme affluence.

he made a few changes to the companies his father previously had a power in, and started building and reaching out towards more ecosystemic endeavors. his money is mostly delegated to the greater good, spending so much to support the attempts to make seoul a better place. when he deemed it wasn’t enough anymore, he began to steal small, thanks to his father’s years of harnessing his abilities.

in 2055, he started adopting the alias zero, as both a masked vigilante and also a thief, a robber. he’s been creating a lattice of networks both inside and outside the borders, although it took a while for those in the outskirts to believe in his cause when he barely keeps in contact with them apart from dropping sums of necessities. his presence renders some dysphoria to happen, with some factions getting more fragmented seeing what he’s been doing for the poor.

his façade is definitely polished to perfection, parading accordingly to his status as a really wealthy man. he’s amicable, but he keeps his distance from most people, especially those who appear close to him. his lies are often coherent and cohesive, causing people to think it’s his actual self, when in fact, it’s somewhere far. he’s actually fairly private, constantly wedging a gap with others, although some managed to penetrate the barriers, getting to know him a tad deeper.

as his front in his daily lives, he has a dozen of bodyguards and k9 dogs to protect him. it makes him seem even more unreachable as it is, as it gets under his skin when plenty of people inquire over donation because of his status as damsu’s biggest sponsor. also, has enough servants for his old mansion, marbled with ivory walls.

actually distrustful towards the green party, and sides better with the poor since it’s whom he wants to protect. he has many underground channels as zero, helping him get his gears and technology, as well as other utilities he needs to perform his field thieveries. he’s not completely blank when it comes to hacking either, although he’d prefer allocating the work towards those more experienced than him.

he has a certain flair to his being zero, mixing various martial arts to concoct his own moves. parkour is a forte as well, with good instincts towards danger that he honed during his stay in the outskirts. will never show any fight as iseul seeing that people might be able to connect the dots if they notice his movement patterns.

CONNECTIONS.

the right hands ( 0 / 2 ): one person inside the border, and another in the outskirts to ensure that he can have backups sent to him as soon as he’s injured if necessary. they are the only ones who have discovered zero’s identity, and have been supporting iseul’s plans since he ran away from home. one of them might be a hacker and the other has connections with technological advancements.

rebel informants ( 0 / ? ): the outskirts people that happened to encounter him as zero — ones which exchange information with a sum of money, water, or sometimes with a deed. this is an underground channel that assists him in his endeavors; some of them would know his motives while some are there purely for the symbiosis.

the so-called social circle ( 0 / ? ): those who are of the well-off communities, meeting him as byun iseul. he’s one of the richest in the circle, and he’s always presenting himself well as his father’s successor. some of these connections could span from his childhood to adulthood. he tends to be charismatic, and oftentimes would refuse inebriating himself.

miscellaneous ( 0 / ? ): green party members, those working for the companies he’s sponsoring, also some journalists that make zero into news. also, victims of his stealing — especially stingy wealthy families.

INTERVIEWS.

what are your thoughts on the green party? are they really going to make a change?

❛ this might sound rather feigned to some, if not most, but i do want the best to occur for everyone’s benefits, even when it would cost me quite a fortune, and i urge for everyone else to do the same even when the price of a better world is not cheap. i understand that people will be in the sides they’ve chosen to be in, but we’re fighting for what we see as the better in any ways that we can. any ways that we see as… just. ❜ presses his lips into a thin line, as though he’s deep in thoughts. ❛ but i definitely want to believe that they would make a change, even if it has to come with various hurdles. in that sense, nonetheless, i wish that the next steps taken would bloom into something beneficial. ❜

on a scale from 1-10; how much have you suffered during the great divide and why?

❛ i didn’t deal with it entirely well when it comes to the psychological aspects, ❜ his syllables are almost too indifferent, edged with a distance set between him and the interviewer. ❛ however, compared to how the others outside our walls, physical and metaphorical, have suffered… i’d rate it as naught, almost. my battles were personal as they came, the great divide becoming nothing but an icing on top of it all… but i don’t suppose making this about myself is the right step to execute. suffering is, after all, relative… to rate it as a one, or a ten, they remain an illusionary perspective that i don’t think we can afford right now. material-wise, i did have no suffering to bear, but there were other aspects as well — ones which i don’t wish to disclose. ❜

what are your plans for the next few years? work? love? adopt an animal? any changes in your life?

❛ i’m not entirely sure. there are too many visions to be realized within a short span of this life that we have, with the crisis to be resolved. there are several plans in mind that i’d like to reap myself, of course, but my priorities lie in ensuring that there’s enough sustenance for everyone. ❜ a calm smile is splayed on his lips as he fixates his gaze. ❛ there’s a lot of worries, but as for me myself, i’d like to find more effective ways to maneuver around my line of work, distributing towards the better world than what we have now. as for love, i don’t think we’ll ever know when we’ll find the person that comprehends us best. it’s a matter of circumstances. animals, i don’t think i can divide my attention as of current, so the ones i have around me now have to suffice, even when i don’t take care of them personally. ❜

HEADCANONS.

circa survive, the world was never fractured for a boy that was prepared for when the structure would collapse. appa was a believer of anticlimactic armageddon, foreseeing the future just from the mere understandings in regards to the past and present. the fittest was destined to be a boy that shouldn’t be frail, and therefore, he was trained, groomed to the tallest skyscraper with a spine made of the strongest metal appa could get his hands on. appa lived in the paranoia that eventually killed him. there was no sustenance to a man that could never be sated; his lack of satisfaction led him to be one of the biggest giants in the industry. at home, appa was a figment of violent imagination, turning the only son malleable to seek delight from performing an open heart surgery on a nightly basis. there was knowledge poured into a casket too young, and iseul knew that when given a chance, appa would nail it shut with iseul alive inside. calculative, maladaptive, appa was everything that he was afraid of — the face of his night terrors, personified.

except appa eventually passed during the fall of the apocalypse. appa’s prediction was true, however: the world doesn’t come away with a bang. instead, it withers, slowly but surely. it’s been withering for a while now for a boy that grew into a man with too many teeth, and he’s been sinking all the canines into the core of this bereavement. appa paved a path that was too skewed for his liking, with the great divide erupting into a full-blown verbal argument between appa and him. there was an entire line that should’ve led to the head if he chased after the tail enough, and so, that’s what he did regardless of how appa disapproved. they should’ve utilized, exploited what they had as opposed to distributing it around the society. resources could be limited even when they probably were one of the wealthiest, their culture of affluence divided into too many strata. they fought, and he often walked away with anger. justice should’ve been preserved, but he wasn’t one to say a thing when he wasn’t one on the shorter end of the stick.

appa was his crux, still. the death did not do him well during the great divide, returning home to an open coffin ceremony. and so, for years he became complacent with what he inherited, trying to live off his legacy. when damsu came out unscathed, he was there first, believing that somewhat it was a compromise. and poured more into it until it became a bottomless well. he shouldn’t be the only one responsible when the rich still remained as the rich, the poor likewise. he began to steal, to lie, to cheat. everything that appa prepared him for in a world where there was no survival but through violence thrived in an environment that didn’t support justice. and so, he became the man in the myth, the modern robin hood with a supportive delegation with him as the head. he rebels against appa’s commitment towards selfishness, even if it costs him his sleep — a reminder that even after appa’s death, he still lives under appa’s shadows.

[becausetherearestars]

Destruction of a Goblin Office

Chapter Three of Lord Thanatos here 

~ As soon as Hadrian closed the door, Tom dropped his glamour and flopped, very ungracefully in Hadrian’s opinion, into the wingback chair behind his meticulously organised desk. Running his hand through his chin length chestnut locks, taking and deep breath and turning crimson eyes to the young man in the room, Tom visibly prepared himself for what was undoubtedly going to be a long and difficult conversation.

“How were the Goblins?” he asked with a wary look on his face. Hadrian began to think the Dark Lord needed to channel his inner Gryffindor for this conversation, not that he’d ever say that out loud. He liked all his limbs where they were thank-you-very-much.

Hadrian seated himself in front of the desk, throwing his cloak over the back of the chair. “Now, now Tom. No ‘Hello, Hadrian’ ‘How are you Hadrian?’ ‘Well done in front of my scary minions Hadrian’?” A smirk grew on his face as the Dark Lord scowled. “You mustn’t forget your manners, my dear.”

“Hadrian, I swear. We only have an hour and, horcrux or not, I am not afraid to Crucio you. Please get on with it, I just know I’m not going to like it.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your wand in a knot. I walked in to the bank and as soon as they saw me they headed me off to Director Ragnok’s office. Apparently they’ve been sending me letters for 6 years and I haven’t received a single one.” Tom’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the head of British Gringotts but he stayed silent and motioned for Hadrian to continue.

“Ragnok made me take an inheritance test and well, this is where it gets into the ‘of fucking course this happens to Harry bloody Potter territory’…” At this Hadrian handed Tom a sheet of parchment and motioned for him to read it. “See for yourself, you won’t believe me otherwise.”

Tom looked down and his eyes widened almost immediately.

Name: Hadrian James Potter

Age: 16 (emancipated, Tri-wizard Tournament)

Parents:

Paternal: James Charlus Potter (deceased)

Maternal: Lily Rose Potter (deceased)

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black (blood adopted father, incapacitated)

Alice Longbottom (incapacitated)

Magical Guardian:

Albus Dumbledore (inactive since emancipation)

Creature Inheritance:

Living Vampire (paternal, Peverell line)

Mate: unknown

Donor: unknown

Lordships:

Lord Most Noble House of Potter (paternal)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell (paternal)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (blood adoption)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw (maternal)

Heir Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (conquest)

Blocks:

70% Magical Core Block (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (50% broken)

100% Parseltongue ability (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (100% broken)

100% Metamorphmagus ability (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (10% broken)

100% Natural Occlumency (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (30% broken)

100% Creature Inheritance (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981)

100% Elemental Magic (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981)

Potions:

Loyalty potion (keyed Albus Dumbledore)

Loyalty potion (keyed Weasley Family)

Loyalty potion (keyed Ron Weasley)

Loyalty potion (keyed Hermione Granger)

Love potion (keyed Ginny Weasley)

Hate potion (keyed Slytherin House)

Hate potion (keyed Severus Snape)

Hate potion (keyed Draco Malfoy)

Submission potion (keyed Dursley Family)

Submission potion (keyed Albus Dumbledore)

Contracts:

Marriage contract to one Ginevra Weasley (illegal, not filed)

“I think the old coot’s biggest mistake was he counted on me hating you on my own, purely for killing my parents.” Hadrian said casually once he thought Tom had come out of his shocked state.

“His biggest mistake... no, his biggest mistake was not forgetting to make you hate me! For fucks sake Hades, he might as well have altered your entire personality! And how in Merlin’s name are you still alive? You had 70% of your magical core blocked! I’m going to murder the old fool.”

Magic was whipping around the office, the air heavy with the thickness of the dark magic expressing the Dark Lord’s rage. Hadrian sat in awe for a moment, enjoying the sight of Tom’s addictive magic throughout the room. He wouldn’t say it out loud but the fact that Tom was so worked up over something bad happening to Hadrian warmed his heart a little bit. He did think he should probably stop Tom before he destroyed his office or something though, especially since this wasn’t the worst of the news he received at the bank.

Hadrian reached out with his magic for the link that connected Tom to the horcrux in his scar and sent a wave of calming magic through the bond. “It’s fine Tom, the Goblins put me through a purging ritual as soon as they saw this and put their office back together. They managed to unblock everything and get the potions out of my system and talk me through the creature changes,” he said waving a dismissive hand.

“You destroyed a Goblin office?” Tom asked with a sigh watching Hadrian intently as the younger man attempted to school his sheepish expression into something more befitting of a Lord.

“Ah, well… yeah, maybe I did,” he said nervously. “But they forgave me and we put it back together! No harm done!” Not liking the way this conversation was now going but thankful that it managed to pull Tom out of his rage for a moment.

“That’s not all is it?” the older man asked gravely.  

“Not even slightly, darling.” Hadrian said, grinning at the Dark Lord, “our ammunition for destruction only gets better from here.”

“So, the old man was my magical guardian, do you know what that is?” At the shake of the Dark Lord’s head he continued. “No, you probably wouldn’t, I don’t think you had one. Anyway, it’s the person who’s in charge of looking after a minor’s living arrangements, vaults, inheritances and, most importantly in my opinion, making sure the minor knows about the magical world. That they know how to navigate it and are prepared to take over the family when they come of age. Obviously, old Dumbles sucked at being my magical guardian because I had to learn all that shit by myself and didn’t even know about the magical world ‘till I was 11.”

“He named himself the magical guardian of Harry James Potter on November 1st, 1981, before Sirius was arrested I might add, dropped me off at the Dursley’s and walked away with almost complete control of the Potter vaults and seats.” Hadrian could see understanding come to Tom’s face as he figured out where this was going.

“Anyway, using my money, Griphook told me the old coot has been paying himself 1000 galleons a month, the Dursleys 500 galleons a month to ‘condition me’, the Weasley’s 100 galleons a month for ‘looking after me’ in the magical world, Weasel and Granger 100 galleons a month each for being my friends and the Weaselette 50 galleons a month in preparation for being the next Lady Potter.” At this Hadrian rolled his eyes dramatically. “like that would ever happen, i’m gayer than a herd of rainbow unicorns.”

Tom muffled a snort at that. Hadrian heard and counted it as a win.

“When he dropped me at the house of hell, he had my parent’s wills sealed, took control of all of Sirius’ stuff after the heirship passed to me at the end of last year. How he got that one done I don’t know, he has no connection to the Blacks…” Hadrian thought old Dumbles must have had to pull a lot of favours to get that one through and sat with a thoughtful expression on his face until Tom cleared his throat and motioned for him to continue. 

“Right, sorry,” he said ignoring the Dark Lord’s exasperated expression. “I listened to both wills and both my parents said I should go to literally anyone in the magical world before that bitch Petunia and her whale of a husband, so there’s another shot at old Dumbles’ good record. Along with condoning the abuse of a magical minor. I was supposed to go to either of my godparents, then Snape, then whatever nice wizarding family the ministry could find for me. Honestly, I think they would have preferred I went to you before the muggles.”

Mirth danced in his emerald eyes as a look of horror, then disgust passed quickly over the Dark Lord’s face. “Nope, nope, nope. I don’t do children. That would not have been good,” Tom said, barely repressing the shudder that threatened to wreck his body at the mere thought of having to look after a child..

Hadrian chuckled, briefly imagining a little kid calling the big bad Dark Lord ‘daddy’ before quickly pushing that thought aside (and the horror that came with it) and continued on with his story.

“Anyway, they left a few things to Snape and the other Marauders but, basically everything went to me.”

“I’ve looked through the Potter vault records. The Goblins have decided they like me so they’re recalling all the gold he took from there with interest. He’s also taken a boatload of books and artefacts from the main Potter vault and distributed them to his minions. Those will be harder to recall but the Goblins said they should be able to get 90% of the stuff back and payment for anything that can’t be returned.”

“Only you Hadrian, could get the Goblins to like you,” Tom said giving Hadrian a look mixed between fondness and exasperation. “Of course I can, old man, i’m nice.” Hadrian said sending a charming smile and a wink to the Dark Lord before a curse could be thrown his way as Tom muttered something about not being that old.

[canaryatlaw]

alright. it’s 9 pm here. I’m obviously trying to get to bed early since I have to wake up at 5:30 am and go take the fucking bar exam. Predictably, I’m a ball of nerves right now. But I’ll be fine, I always am. I’m good at tests, it’s easy for me to recall information, and though essays always give me anxiety initially once I get there and start writing them I actually like them, and tomorrow is all essays. 10 of them total. 1 where they give you a whole packet including law in the jurisdiction and write your analysis totally from that, which will probably be the best one for me. Then there are 3 Illinois specific essays and 6 multistate essays. it’s a lot. but anyway, today. I did get up when my alarm went off at 10 because I didn’t want to sleep in too long and not be able to fall asleep tonight. I had decided I would skip showering this morning and shower tonight so I wouldn’t have to shower tomorrow morning, but upon waking up I found I really wanted to shower, so I did, and now it’s night and I really want to shower again lol but I won’t and I’ll do it after I get back tomorrow. So, woke up, showered, made oatmeal which only resulted in one kitchen disaster (I was trying to get the brown sugar to go into the pot a little at a time but then it shifted and all of my brown sugar was now liquified in my pot, so that was fun) and was looking on my computer for stuff when I saw an email from the health insurance company that does our prescriptions, upon which I remembered oh fuck, I need to call my doctors office like today and get this figured out. Basically, I was at the doctor like two weeks ago, and they gave me the prescriptions, which I mailed onto the health insurance company I referenced above, but they haven’t sent me the meds yet, and I’m running out of one of them, and I was set to run out Wednesday afternoon, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about that until like, Wednesday evening, so I needed to call my doctor’s office and ask them to call in an emergency supply for like two days, and like, I love my psychiatrist so much he’s great and I wouldn’t trade him for the world, but god I have his receptionist staff so much. Whenever I call for anything it turns into such a production, at least this time they didn’t tell me he can’t call in prescriptions to Illinois like he does every time I call, but they had me call the insurance company to find out when the meds would get to me so they could then give me enough of the meds, and the insurance company people said it’s set to come on Wednesday in the mail but like if that didn’t happen I would’ve been screwed so they called in like 2 days emergency supply of it but I don’t actually take it at the dosage he prescribes so I have more than 2 days worth lol but I don’t expect to need to use them, I’m just glad I’m covered. but yeah, I did other things around the house and started getting ready for a bit, then took an uber to target that was somehow like $2 because of some promotion they were running, and grabbed the prescription plus some candy because I needed candy to bring with me here. I have pretzels and potato chips, various candies, granola bars, and these microwave muffin things that has the dry mix in a little cup and you add water and microwave it and it’s like this awesome chocolate muffin, which are super good except you have to be really careful to get all of the mix wet or at the bottom it gets grainy and really gross but otherwise it’s good lol. I also have some of the Starbucks via refresher packs that I’m gonna add to a water bottle tonight and stick it in the fridge so it’ll be good to go in the morning because that’s my method of getting caffeine, which will obviously be much needed. I ubered back from target but it took forever to get to me which was obnoxious, but oh well. I continued getting ready and eventually didn’t have much else to do, so I just kinda hung out for a bit. The school bar people told us not to study today because we wouldn’t remember anything anyway, but like, I know that’s not true for me lol so I did a little. The hotel didn’t have check in till 4 so I was basically just killing time at this point. When we eventually got there I got yet another uber, but I put it on pool and nobody ended up joining so I only paid $10 for the same ride I would’ve had to pay $24 for (#winning). The hotel is kinda small, but it’s nice, the bigger hotel that’s actually at one of the test sites (not the one I got assigned to regardless) but all their rooms were booked because I had to book late since we didn’t know which bar I was taking for like, fucking ever. But yeah, I checked in, easy enough, came upstairs and settled in a bit, figured out how to get the wifi to work and turned on the tv then subsequently broke the tv and had to figure out how to make it work again. I ordered pizza from the same chain place I normally get it from except this was different and I didn’t really like it very much, idk what the difference was but it just wasn’t doing it for me, plus my tongue was being really obnoxiously sensitive so I really couldn’t eat anything other than like, the crust, so that was also irritating. But I sat here on my computer and looked over the mini-outline book (and by mini I mean some of them are like 70 pages). It’s funny to look over the secured transactions material, because at the end of the semester I already had the bar books and used them to study because they had a comprehensive summary of everything I needed to learn, I actually printed one and brought it with me to the test (which was open book, obviously) and it was very helpful and I somehow got an A- in that class that I had no idea what was going on in for a solid 5/6ths of the semester, and when I listened to that lecture yesterday I retained a good amount of it, so I was happy about that. But I went through the ancillary subject outlines that were generally more like 20 pages, so much more manageable, and made sure I had all my mnemonics down, including the one for the hearsay exceptions which is like, 20 letters long lol. I then did go over the Illinois distinction section for the main subjects, because if I get an essay on one of those in the Illinois part I obviously have to answer under Illinois law. I watched the office on comedy central while doing all of this because I couldn’t find the channel guide and the office is always a solid choice. It’s funny to see Ellie Kemper as Erin because she looks so little there as compared to how she is on Kimmy Schmidt now. but those were very entertaining. So I got to the end of the outlines, turned off the tv, took my pills so there would be a little time for the more sleep causing ones to kick in, then started writing this, and now here we are. I have a lot of mixed feelings about everything going on tomorrow. I know I’m smart, that’s never been in question, I’m just worried I didn’t spend enough time preparing and I feel ill-equipped, because it’s just so much information....like you could get a question on the lesson from one day of class, for all of your classes, for three years. it’s a massive amount of information. I’ve also been acutely aware of just how alone I am. My brother never moved out, so he was with my parents every step of the way through this, but I chose to stay out here and do it myself because that’s always been who I am, the independent one who can’t wait to get out into the world. And I’m here, but it gets lonely some times, especially being that I’m super-extroverted so not being around people for this whole studying period was not doing well for me (one of many reasons I was all to eager to get ice cream whenever Jess wanted to). Even now, it’s just me here. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a hotel room completely by myself before, except for that awful night when I got stranded overnight in Philadelphia and had to go to that awful creepy hotel where I didn’t sleep a wink, just stayed up reading, because I did not feel safe at all (and I was only 19) but obviously this is a very different situation. And I mean, I am more or less a proper adult now, I’m 26, which feels like ages older than 25, because now I’m in my late 20s, and I don’t know how I feel about all of that. I mean, these are all choices I made, and they’re not ones I regret, not at this point at least. It would’ve been nice to have someone here with me, but I made the decision to leave those people in New York and come out here and do it myself, and I am doing it. I want my legal career to be about the things I did, the prestige I brought to my name, not following in the shadows of my dad and brother, I want that name to be known for me and what I’ve done, what I will do. And I know I can do it. Got all the way through law school, this is just one more hurdle I gotta jump over before I can actually be a full blown lawyer. I don’t know if my parents are gonna come for the swearing in, it hasn’t come up yet, I mean it would be nice to have them there just because I would feel very, very lonely if I was all by myself surrounded by people who had their families there with them.....because they didn’t move halfway across the country from their families. Sigh, I know I’m rambling at this point. Just a lot on my mind. But tomorrow I’m going to wake up confident and ready to crush this test, because I know I can do it, I KNOW I can, and I will, and I’m going to be a total kickass lawyer who is instrumental in instituting reforms in the child welfare system that will increase adoptions, decrease foster kids getting bounced between homes, better prevent kids from being brought into foster care when it is preventable by providing parents with the right resources, better support to keep foster teens in high school and bridge them into college (the college rate for foster care kids is something dismal like 2%, not even exaggerating), decrease the number of children in residential facilities who do not really need to be there, increase the number of foster homes nationwide, provide resources for the teenage mothers in the system so they don’t end up having their child taken from them and continue perpetuating the cycle, and so many more, I could go on all day about all the things I’m going to change. And I’m going to do it. I know I can, so I will. 

Just you wait. 

Goodnight babes. If you want to send prayers/good vibes/whatever my way for tomorrow, it’d be much appreciated. Thank you. ❤️

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Michal Introduces her Characters: Marcus Reynard

Name: Marcus Reynard Race: Half-Orc Class: Sorcerer (Storm) Gender: Male Alignment: Neutral Good

Bio: It all started with a small tribe of orcs and half-orcs. One day, as a female half-orc in the tribe began to give birth, a sudden freak thunderstorm appeared out of nowhere. The strength of the storm seemed to surge as her labor pains did, and as the baby was finally born, the storm suddenly climaxed in its fury and sent a single bolt of lightning crashing down outside of the cave where the birth was occurring before fading away just as suddenly as it began. The elders and shamans of the tribe grew worried, viewing the storm as a dark omen and the child as a harbinger of destruction. They took the newborn and descended from their mountainous home to find a pile of stones sacred to their people. There they left the baby as an offering to the spirits, hoping that by sacrificing the boy that the tribe could appease them.

Luckily for the newborn, the pile of rocks just happened to be next to a caravan road. While the road wasn't often used due to how close it ran to orc territory, the storm had blocked off the main road when it knocked over some trees. So it just so happened that a caravan was passing by shortly after the baby had been abandoned. At the head of the caravan was a carriage being ridden by the head merchant of the group and his wife, a slightly older human couple named Thaddeus and Gertrude Reynard. The Reynards had been together for many years and were trying very hard to start a family to no avail. So when the newborn let out a cry and the caravan halted to investigate, the Reynards knew exactly what to do when they found the baby boy. Who were they to pass up an obvious blessing from the gods? Why did it matter that the child was a half-orc? They immediately adopted the baby.

The child was named Marcus and the Reynards raised him with all the love and attention they could, truly treating him as though he was their flesh and blood. He was given all the best things their considerable money could buy, including a top notch education. Marcus grew up into a cheerful, personable child with an inquisitive mind and a selfless attitude. Sure, rumors were thrown around about the origins of the strange half-orc child that the Reynards were raising. Many whispered that Gertrude had an affair with an orc, or that they had been cursed by a witch to have a hideous child. Yet no matter what people said, the Reynards ignored it. They were a happy family. Thaddeus was even grooming Marcus to someday take over as the head of his mercantile empire.

Then one day on Marcus's thirteenth birthday something strange happened. The Reynards threw a lavish party, inviting many other mercantile families and even minor nobles to attend. Everything seemed to be going well when a fight broke out among the children. Aside from his tusks and his green skin, the one other thing Marcus seemed to have inherited from his orcish side was a slight temper. One of the other boys had been teasing Marcus. While Marcus could easily brush off insults to himself, when the boy made a rude comment about his mother Marcus became furious. As the adults rushed to break the fight up, Marcus threw a punch that smacked the other boy in the stomach. The moment the punch connected, a surge of lightning flowed from Marcus's fist into the boy and a sudden gust of wind threw the bully across the room. The crowd stood mystified as Marcus stood there with electricity dancing across his skin. Luckily, one of the merchants that had been invited was also a wizard who had been an adventurer before retiring to start a potion shop. He preformed some basic divination spells and determined that Marcus carried the touch of innate power that marked his as a sorcerer. He told the the Reynards that he had seen a similar display of magic once before in his adventuring days, and that while he couldn't really do much to teach young Marcus he could help them find someone who could.

The Reynards quickly jumped on the chance to help their son and spent quite a bit of money to track down a teacher for Marcus. Eventually they found a halfling storm sorcerer, a woman by the name of Cordealia Skygazer. She somewhat reluctantly took on the task of teaching Marcus, thinking that she would be stuck teaching a spoiled rich kid. However, Marcus quickly won her over with his sincere and respectful attitude. As she trained him to control the storm within him, Cordealia would tell Marcus stories of her own adventures, fighting monsters and saving villages. Marcus grew enamored with the idea. He began to believe that he must possess his powers for a reason, and that his magic would be wasted if he remained a mere merchant.

Eventually, years passed and Cordealia managed to shape Marcus into a promising sorcerer with all the basics of control. On his twentieth birthday, she informed Marcus and his parents that she was leaving. She explained that every sorcerer was unique, and that while she could mentor Marcus on the basics of control and start him on the path, it was up to him to find out how to truly master his powers. There simply was nothing more she could teach him. Hearing this, Marcus knew what he had to do. He told his parents that he felt that the only way to find himself and learn to control his powers was to go on a journey of discovery. He wanted to wander the land and try to use his powers to help people. Never the type to get between their son and his happiness, his parents gave him their blessing and an not inconsiderable amount of gold and sent him on his way.

Personality: Marcus is an idealistic young man, full of conviction that he can make the world a better place with his magic. He's also a bit naive, having grown up slightly sheltered in the luxurious mansion he called home. However, despite his wealthy upbringing, Marcus is very selfless and generous.  

Marcus is also incredibly inquisitive. He was taught by the finest tutors money could buy in his home city, and this upbringing encouraged his desire to learn. He's also incredibly social as a result. He very much enjoys conversing with others.

Because of his appearance Marcus tends to surprise most people in one of two ways. People who see his orcish heritage before anything else are often surprised by how eloquent and well read he is. As for the people who see past his race and notice his fine clothing and obvious wealthy upbringing, they often are surprised at how genuine his concern for others and desire to help is.

Marcus's temper is something kind of interesting. He's surprisingly hard to provoke if you insult him, whether you make fun of his orcish blood or his wealthy upbringing or anything else about him. Insults to his family however, or towards others he cares about get a quick reaction. If you're lucky, you'll get a warning to stop. Otherwise, it's a Shocking Grasp to the face. He also has a tendency to get worked up and enter a kind of righteous fury when he sees things he perceives as unjust or  wrong. Often, this can lead him to sticking his nose in others' business and occasionally lands him in trouble.

Appearance: Marcus's appearance is certainly something that tends to stand out in a crowd. His green skin and slightly small tusks make the orcish half of his heritage obvious, although his face seems to favor his human side. He keeps his somewhat coarse black hair trimmed short so it won't blow in his face when controlling the wind. His eyes are a pale sky blue that turn storm cloud grey as he channels his magic. He stands at 6'4" and has a rather athletic build that causes many to mistake him for some kind of warrior rather than a spellcaster, although he's definitely "scrawny" by orc standards. He has a tendency to wear very fine clothing in town that makes his wealthy upbringing obvious, with a preference for dark blues. When adventuring in the wilderness he switches to what he thinks are more practical clothes but are still obviously much better quality than what most other adventurers can afford.

Notes: Marcus is another character inspired by me looking for odd race/class combinations. I came up with him during college for 4E, liking the idea of a half-orc spellcaster but feeling that a sorcerer was more interesting than a wizard. I mostly chose storm sorcerery because I like lightning. I never actually got to build him for 4E, but the character stuck around my head for years until I finally got a chance to play him, in both Pathfinder and 5E.

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