and the rest :')

anonymous asked:

Ohhh that suited Sidney pic giving me all the ideas. What if G is his client and he's being oh so professional and not starting anything romantic. But of course it doesn't work... cue office under desk shenanigans and the like. OR, option 2, Geno is found guilty (wrongly) and Sid has to pine through the glass in prison thinking up ways to get him free. In order for them to bang. As you can see, end goal is smut. Always.

Oh this suited Sidney pic? 

Sid keeps his hands off, but he has to admit to himself it’s not only the strength of his belief in Evgeni’s innocence ( which he’s certain of, certain as a sunrise) that lends him fervent desperation during his closing argument.  

He’s gone and fallen in love with his client. 

“Sid,” Evgeni says brokenly, after the verdict of “Not Guilty” is read and the courtroom erupts in noise. There are tears running down his face. “Sid,” he says again. 

Sid gathers up his papers with shaking hands, dizzy with relief, nervous sweat cooling on his temples. 

“Come on,” he says, and walks Evgeni out. 

They pause for a minute under the elaborately colonnaded portico of the courthouse. Evgeni closes his eyes and tilts his face up to the sun. He takes a deep breath of air, of freedom, and Sid feels terrible because all he can think of is how he wants to bite the long line of Evgeni’s neck. He busies himself with the clasp of his briefcase for a moment but jumps as a huge, warm hand is laid on his shoulder. 

“Sid,” Evgeni says, voice and eyes impossibly fond. Sid can’t breathe. “Thank you. For believe in me.” 

Sid swallows, but still can’t bring himself to speak. A speechless lawyer. There’s a curiosity. 

Evgeni’s smile is sweet and it crinkles the corners of his eyes. “Not my lawyer any more. Sid.” His other hand in on Sid’s other shoulder now. Sid is transfixed. 

“No,” he manages, and his voice cracks.

“Can do this,” Evgeni says, and leans down, and presses his lips to Sidney’s.

The kiss is deep, and warm, and Sid sinks into it, hands grasping desperately at Evgeni’s hair, the back of his suit jacket. Eventually he end up just cradling Evgeni’s face between his palms. 

Evgeni is the one to draw back first, and Sid chases his mouth with a whimpering noise he almost can’t believe himself making. 

“Gonna kill me, Sid,” Evgeni groans. 

“Get me out of here,” Sid breathes. “Get me the fuck out of here and somewhere you can take my clothes off.” 

Evgeni swoops in to kiss him again, brief and hard. “Best, Sid.” And he takes Sid’s hand, and tugs him down the courthouse steps. 

The missing potential of urban fantasy angers me.

Shamans in full hazmat suits, establishing covenants with the spirits of uranium, dancing around drum fires in parking lots in the dead of night.

Cheeky Bards that drive allies into a berserk rage by ritual rapping, holding enchanted boomboxes over their shoulder, blasting music as they vigorously rap the forbidden lyrics that cloud the mind and heat the blood.

A Medium who is also an “assassin for hire”, but she only takes contracts from the deceased, and only against the vile people that gave them their grudges in the first place. Instead of a good ol’ exorcism, she brings them peace and sends them to Paradise by actually settling their matters in the living world.

A professional exorcist who dabbled in magecraft and now simply uses hydromancy to lash at foul creatures with holy water.

A government-commissioned exorcist who pulls a demon out of a person, and then helps the demon find an honest job. He serves as the demon’s parole officer, and they eventually form a sort of friendship where they both are truly trying to find his spot in the never resting city.

Officers of all matters mystic having to train in what amounts to “Magic Krav Maga” or “Magic Jiu Jitsu” in order to subdue supernatural felons.

The missing potential of urban fantasy angers me. I will do something about it.

anonymous asked:

hi! i really loved your story about taako in neverwinter and losing his memory but i’m a bit confused about what exactly is wrong with him? could you maybe clarify? i’m sorry, it’s not a fault with the writing, i just have a hard time understanding things unless they’re straight up explained to me

Yeah sure! I kept it kind of vague on purpose, I wanted to keep it pretty short.

Taako has had Lup with him almost his entire life, so when his memory was erased, a significant portion was erased - half of every memory, almost. His mind had to account for those missing pieces and probably constructed false memories of Taako living his live on his own to fill in the empty spaces left behind. (I’m not an expert, but in my understanding minds don’t like empty spaces and sometimes invent memories or ideas to fill in or justify gaps.) So when he got his actual memories back, there are two versions of almost every memory.

Now, my thought is that this arrangement is usually okay - he knows what’s real and what’s manufactured - but sometimes minds get confused by things. So, sometimes Taako just can’t quite remember what Lup was doing during certain memories and has to ask, and sometimes his mind decides one or the other version of the past is true - or just gets overwhelmed and shuts down for a bit on particularly bad days. Those days Taako doesn’t even bother getting out of bed.

In the fic, Taako’s brain abruptly switched to the “always been alone and works for the BoB” memory track (because the “got sister back” present doesn’t jive with that, it’s just tossed), leaving him with no explanation for why he’d be in Neverwinter. There’s no context, no one with him (Lup is still in the store he just stepped out of), and no reason for him to be there, so it’s very jarring. Trying to justify Lup, someone with his face who shouldn’t exist according to these memories, confuses his brain immensely. After a rest, the memory track switches back to the real one; Lup is waiting to make sure it’s okay for her to get close, so that the same thing doesn’t happen. Not the first or last time it happens, and understandably upsetting every time.

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