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Thank you! We shall see... *rubs hands together* Thank you, and it will!

It's in beta right now, so yes, soon. And thanks!

Well, that's about the highest praise one can get--especially given how many excellent writers there are here. Thank you! I've got plenty more incest stories in the works. Stay tuned!

Re: "Comfort and Joy" You will. I make no guarantees about time frame, but this story WILL be finished.

Yeah, I want to live in my world, too. But I'm stuck in this one.

Wow--this was very helpful. I had considered the aphrodisiac idea before but dismissed it because it didn't fit with the whole misreading-body-temperature glitch idea. But now you've got me thinking about other ways to make it work--and about the fallout from the whole beach orgy. Thanks, all!

I'm in need of some input from your creative minds. More than a year ago, I started to write a dark sex comedy called “Dil-Drones.” The premise is that in the not-so-distant future, the computer system at a large mail-order company becomes self-aware. DelNet is programmed to maximize customer satisfaction, but the only sources of information it has on which to act are customer feedback and behavior, which frequently conflict, and the Internet, which is loaded with porn. The story begins with a woman who is reading a romance novel on a relatively deserted part of the beach when she realizes that she is out of sunblock. Rather than hiking back to her car and then schlepping to a store to get more, she uses her phone to order it. Long story short, a delivery drone arrives with her sunblock, detects the cutaneous temperature changes associated with sexual arousal, and uses the new attachments given it by DelNet to maximize the customer's satisfaction. So that part of the story is already written. The problem arises in the next part: In my original conception of the story, the drone begins its flight back to the distribution center when some kid throws a rock at it. The hit jostles a loose wire and causes a momentary short that erases part of the drone’s temperature-reading program. As a result, when the drone looks at the people on the beach with its infrared camera, it fails to factor out the ambient temperature and informs DelNet that the dozens of beachgoers are all in a state of sexual arousal. DelNet recognizes many of these people as its customers and dispatches a squadron of sex-toy-equipped drones to satisfy them. This is where the problem arises, because that scenario just seems too rapey to fit with the light tone of the story up to that point. But I want to do something that involves multiple drones and multiple humans having public sex on the beach (resulting in a scandal for the company that DelNet serves). Any thoughts?

Thanks! One of the great ironies of being a teenager is that you want to be treated like an adult, but you really don't want to turn into your parents. I'm really quite fond of Boner. I envision him as having complete job security, because even though he's only moderately competent, he's probably the only person in the Underworld who has the temperament (and immunity to death) to last more than a week.as Tom's servant. If Tom were any more of a dick, he'd wear a condom as a hat. I think Star and the Diazes get along in part because they are weird in similar ways, so it made sense to me that Star would be able to predict how the Diazes would react. Particularly because Star was out of earshot at the time. He didn't just say it for her benefit; he said it because he believes it. Why, thank you. You know I can never resist a good cliffhanger. Thanks for the beta and review!

I only like to write fanfic about shows with which I am extremely familiar, because for me, part of the challenge and the fun of fanfic writing is in capturing the essence of the show that inspired it while finding ways to tell new kinds of stories (read: pornography) with the characters. So thanks! Thank you! You will definitely see more of this one.

Even though Lincoln has been exposed to such things for a long time, I imagine that age 11 -- when a boy may be starting to make the transition from “girls have cooties” to “girls make my insides feel funny” -- is probably a particularly awkward time to be dealing with “girl stuff.” Age is a little bit of a factor, but it's mainly just that Luan strikes me as having less experience with boy-girl stuff than Luna does. (After all, Luna tried to fix Lincoln up with a girl at his first concert, much to the boy's embarrassment.) You aren't the first reviewer to take note of the pheromone's effects on the prepubescent Lucy. This subject will be addressed in the next chapter. Lisa has a classic case of Mad Scientist Syndrome: She gets so caught up in finding out whether something CAN be done that she forgets to consider whether it SHOULD be done. We shall see! It might be for the best. Just being anywhere near Lori is enough to overload Clyde's brain; her throwing herself at him would probably necessitate a factory reset. I toyed with the idea of Lisa confessing to having a crush on Clyde. (“I realize that the substantial difference in our ages makes such a relationship socially unacceptable, but there are very few boys my own age who both are physically attractive and know their way around a quadratic equation.”) I decided against it, though -- chiefly because Clyde doesn't appear in the story, so there wouldn't be much point in introducing the subject. Maybe in the next one. As always, thanks for betaing and reviewing!

If Lisa were great at thinking ahead, the roof of the Loud House would probably have a lot more of its original tiles (although somehow that Frisbee and boomerang stick to it like glue.). Glad you’re liking the story so far!

Here's where I'll post responses to reviews of my The Loud House story "Whoops." You’re correct about Lucy: She is only 8 years old, yet she clearly has been affected by the pheromone. This subject will be addressed (briefly) in the next chapter. Thanks for the review!

Wow. Usually, people who do that kind of thing do it because they're fanatics about some fandom in which you have written a story that doesn't jibe with their deeply held view of which character is the perfect romantic partner for which. But you only write original stuff, which trolls generally ignore, so you were seriously unlucky. In any case, glad you're troll-free these days.

Great ideas, all! I think I will use the block quote/indented format plus a different font, which will free up italics for other uses. Thanks!

I recently began writing a fanfic for The Loud House, a show on which the main character periodically breaks the fourth wall and speaks directly to the viewer. I would like my story to include this element, too, interspersed with the standard third-person narrative that will make up the bulk of the story. But I'm having trouble thinking up a quick and obvious way to signal readers that Lincoln is talking to them, rather than to the other characters. One thought I had was to start the story with one of these talk-to-the-reader moments and put the text in italics or something, so that when readers next see text in italics, they will get the idea that Lincoln is talking to them. But maybe that's too subtle, too awkward, or too generic (given that italics can be interpreted in several ways). Any other ideas?

Thank you! I love these characters, so writing in their voices is fun.

Heh heh, I'm a dedicated second-baseman. I ain't sayin' nuthin. Oh, yes indeed. Or maybe just a lot more lame. Thanks for another fun review!

Thank you! My interest is piqued. Any idea when we might expect your next chapter? (Feel free to say that you have no idea; I usually don't. ) IMO, part of the fun -- and the challenge -- of writing fanfic is coming up with original characters that will work well with the canonical ones. Glad you like this one. Yeah, things went pretty far for a first date, but...yeah. Definitely some fallout coming.

The thing I liked about the ratings system was that it gave you some idea as to whether people were actually reading a story, rather than just clicking on it and then clicking away after reading the first paragraph. I have several stories that have thousands of hits but no reviews; the ratings provided the only clue as to whether anybody actually read those stories from beginning to end. So I am looking forward to having some kind of ratings system again.

Re: "A Very Special Thank You" Thanks! Um, probably not. :0

Working Title: No Future but Itself Fandom: CSI (original series) Plot: A white man in his early twenties is found dead in the apartment that he shares with his mother. Doc Robbins’ medical examination and tox screen reveal that the victim died of an overdose of codeine—a medication prescribed for his mother, not for him—which he had taken on top of his own prescription medication. The pills had been crushed and mixed into a vanilla milkshake, and the CSIs suspect that the mother might have done it. The young man had been injured in a motorcycle accident a year earlier and was dealing with chronic neuropathic pain from an avulsion injury at the nerve root. The detectives interview doctors at various walk-in clinics, who describe the young man as a drug addict. But we eventually learn that this was a case of “pseudoaddition,” in which a patient goes from doctor to doctor in a way that mimics drug-seeking behavior but that is really an effort to find effective treatment for the patient’s intractable chronic pain. Greg (who is still the DNA analyst at the time of this story), acting on a hunch, tests the victim’s DNA and discovers that the victim had a gene (found in about 1 in 11 white Americans) that prevents him from benefitting from the pain-relieving properties of codeine. We eventually learn that the young man had crushed the pills himself in an attempt to make them act faster and had drunk them in the milkshake to cover the bitterness of the codeine. They were ineffective at first, and he had no more of his own meds, so he kept taking more and more codeine until he overdosed. The story ends with Grissom reciting an Emily Dickinson poem: Pain–Has an Element of Blank– It cannot recollect When it begun–or if it were A day when it was not– It has no Future–but itself– Its Infinite contain Its Past–enlightened to perceive New Periods–of Pain. Fatal Flaws: I had the idea for this story many years ago, sometime in the middle of CSI’s run. I liked the way that slow-motion visuals were used on the show to depict the events that led to the CSIs’ findings, so I had the idea of including still pictures in the story to the same effect—for example, a series of drawings of how a nerve avulsion injury occurs during a motorcycle crash. But finding such images and then somehow inserting them into the text (which most story sites won’t allow) seemed too daunting a task. Plus, the story seemed both too gloomy and too preachy for me to enjoy writing it, so I ended up leaving the idea alone. Keeping or Abandoning? Abandoning

Thank you so much! If she does, I'll be quite flattered. Frankly, I'll be pretty happy if she simply doesn't call the cops on me. Thanks for the nice review!

Glad you liked the story. I'm not planning a sequel to this one, but I am writing another Star vs. story you might like: "Star's Crossed Lovers." Um, probably just with his fingers. Thanks for commenting!