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I haven't been doing this for a while. Whoops

8. What's your favorite genre to write? To read?

Lately my favorite genre to write has been urban fantasy. I suspect this varies depending on what mood I'm in. Urban fantasy, magic and witches and demons and things set in the modern world, is also one of the most versatile, though. It can slide into romance or horror or comedy depending on how you slant it. After Urban Fantasy I'd definitely say comes horror. Then fantasy, then science fiction, because science fiction is hard, yo. Somewhere in there is mystery, which might be my second favorite genre to write, but most of my mysteries have some kind of supernatural element to them with the exception of one series, so I'm not sure how you'd qualify that.

My favorite genre to read is probably a tie between mystery and fantasy. But I also read most of the kinds of things I write, which is only what most fiction writers tell you to do. Write what you know, i.e. (or one of the i.e.s) what you like to read.

9. How do you get ideas for your characters? Describe the process of creating them.

Oh christ.

The ones I can remember. Sam, my Sorcerer, developed a personality shortly after I started separating out my most common characters into archetypes (this developed into a few essays on Jungian theory, the unconscious, Campbell, etc). He started snarking at me, and I've never really put him into anything except a few writing communities for muses here and there. He still remains my strongest, and snarkiest voice today.

Nameless just came in and sat down. I was flipping through people's icons mostly out of boredom, I think, ran across one of Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and all of a sudden I hear this voice over my shoulder going "Hey. Looks kinda comfy in here. Think I might settle down a while." That was about a year and a half ago, as frightening as it is to think of by now. At least a year and a half ago. It took some doing to wrestle exactly who and what he was out of him, but I managed to get a whole flipping novel. Mostly in bits and pieces. I'm still finding out the strangest things (go on, picture Jeffrey Dean Morgan sitting down at a spinning wheel, I dare you) about him, but mostly it makes sense. And it's very cool.

Pen Bryton started with a name and a personality, and I haven't fleshed her out much since then. The Kovalenko Contingency trio are mostly a tragedy and the figures therein, with lots and lots of strong emotions and their background facts have always been hazy. Astrid is very clear, she's very decisive about what she does and doesn't, will or will not do. Mostly, the process of building a character in my head these days has become sitting down with myself, pulling up a thought paradigm in my head, giving it a voice and poking it until it speaks. And then I write down what it says.

10. What are some really weird situations your characters have been in? Everything from serious canon scenes to meme questions counts!

... Uh. I'm trying to think of some, but apart from Nameless and Guy getting into hijinks, I can't think of too many. Weird is highly subjective, especially for a range of genres. Anyone care to offer up some from things I've written? Bueller? Bueller?

[Fic] Marital Arts

Title: Marital Arts
Fandom: The Covenant (sort of)
Characters: Chase/Ginny (OFC)
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: light R
Summary: Chase and his wife have an... active and varied sex life.
A/N: Written for kink_bingo

Her husband's predilections and preferences in the bedroom were well known to Ginny. The rest of the world might think of him as hetero because he was married to a woman, even when Massachusetts law permitted otherwise. Chase still told her, at night and after the children were asleep, sometimes after sex, of his fantasies. Men featured profoundly in many of them, more so than women.

It started as a discussion on what appealed to him about men, if there was anything he missed. There were men in particular he missed, but in the beginning he almost fell over himself in his efforts to reassure her that this didn't mean he would stray. She stroked his hair and soothed his fears on that account, and asked the questions she could think of. Some things he did miss that she simply couldn't give. Some intimacies she could allow, with the other boys, as she thought of them. Some the boys themselves wouldn't allow, and others, certain specific others, could be duplicated.

He blushed when she offered. Blinked at her, and blushed. She laughed and told him it was just an act of sexual pleasure, and of love. What was there to be ashamed of?

They didn't do anything about that first discussion, but it provoked others, and online shopping trips with the laptop balanced between them late at night in the old house. Soft, sly looks and whispered suggestions culminated in outright experiments until they discovered what they both liked and could indulge in. Which resulted in Isabel taking her baby brother for several long walks, and when Ash and the twins came along, Will spending at least one afternoon a week at their places.

Which left them plenty of time to chase one another around the bedroom.

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[Fic] Discipline

Title: Discipline
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Joubert, Star (OFC)
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: R
Summary: Joubert, unhappy with his boy, hires a prostitute to relieve his frustration.
A/N: Written for kink_bingo prompt "Caning". Contains hard/violent BDSM scenario.

She truly was a beautiful woman. Like a sculpture of what a real woman should be, sensual curves and fine skin. He appreciated his boy's taste in most things, refined as it was, but this was a stroke of luck or genius, Joubert wasn't sure which.

He'd contacted her six weeks after Junior was done. Enough time to make sure the boy hadn't formed any undue attachments. And he waited till Junior was out on a mission so that wouldn't interfere with his weekend, either. Baptiste wouldn't be a problem. He knew when to leave the old man alone and only contact him in case of emergency. Joubert left a phone number and took his sat-phone up to the cabin with him. Cabin being a slight misnomer anyway, it was a remote but elaborate house up in the hills of the Pacific Northwest. He flew her out there to meet him rather than confront her in her own territory. Economy class. He was curious, but not that curious.

And here she was, satisfying his curiosity. Along with other urges.

"Turn around."

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