spotto: (hong kong *STAAAAAARE*)
Yep. It's a chapter.
I mean, I'm currently swimming in chapter 34, so I guess it's okay to release 16.
That's how it works, right?

Yep, stuff happens.

I wager this one's a pretty important one, but whatevs.
 
spotto: (Stage One.)
Blame Akira.

Also wtf why was 14 so short compared to this chapter. How am I dividing these? With no thought put into it at all it seems!


Yaaa. I almost feel like posting the whole story thus far. Who knows. I dunno why I'm posting these so far off. Ah well.
spotto: (arisu margtrod)
Contrary to chapter twelve, fourteen was a chapter I had a bit of writer's block on, and at the time this was not one of my favourite chapters. But hey, things change! So ye, here is fourteen since I recently finished chapter 28, and I guess if I follow this ridiculous schedule, 15 will show up whenever I finish 30! Yay! I have a lot of big plans for 29 and 30, so it might be while until that comes, but I am speaking of the FAR FUTURE, so here's chapter fourteen fer now.

4teen was a cool canadian show that broke radars sometimes...wait that was 6teen. )
spotto: (hong kong *STAAAAAARE*)
HELLO. THIS IS CHAPTER THIRTEEN OF ONLY STORY SPOTTO HAS BEEN WORKING ON FOR OVER TWO YEARS. I actually had writer's block for about eight months early on in this chapter before finally continuing, so... if you can tell where, you win a prize!

I also added a scene I wrote a few months back to make this a little more...cohesive? AND a scene I wrote like... a week ago, ha. So if it seems a bit unorganized or whatever... that is the reason. One of the scenes probably made more sense in chapter twelve but it's a bit late for that now. So yeah, got stuck on this chapter for forever, had tons of changes.

I actually really like the number thirteen. )
spotto: (Sims - Awesome :D)
I told people who were reading this I was going to post this like two weeks ago. It was ready to be posted two or so weeks ago. I had read through it and edited out as many contradictions and inconsistencies as I could. I just...sorta forgot? WHOOPS. Well, I managed to scrap a portion of chapter twenty-six today and then rewrote that part, and then continued with chapter twenty-seven, so I guess releasing CHAPTER TWELVE is fine for now. At the time this chapter (in particular the second half) was my favourite part of the story. Is that still true? idk. We'll see.

So here you be.

i cannot pronounce twelve properly )
spotto: (Sooooolo)
HELLO AGAIN MY DARLING

It has been quite some time, has it? Haven't been able to write or post my writings or whatever due to personal problems and general busy-ness with life. Oh and also because I wanted to have more of arc three done before posting arc two. This will probably be posted in a bit slower pace than arc one as I try to get through arc three. You see by the time I posted arc one's final chapter I finished arc two, so I wanna do the same here. Unfortunately arc three is not as complete as arc two was when I began posting arc one. Are you confused yet? P:

I'm still undecided as to whether or not arc four will exist. If it does it'll probably be the shortest and if not, arc three will be awfully long. So there's that. Oh and that excuse is not the entire excuse. Most of my free-time was taken up being obsessed with lemons or marathoning nostalgic (but very good) childhood cartoons, going crazy about the latest iteration of Digimon Tri, so....I was also distracted! Yay.

HERE BEGINS ARC TWO, Chapter 11.

POCKY DAY )
spotto: (Sooooolo)
AND THE END OF THIS STORY DRAWS NEAR--
Well, arc.

This story is LONG from over. Got at least 120K words more than his, and hopefully beyond that. I'm still in the midst of finishing up arc two myself, but once that's done I'll probably start posting it too. Since this is the end of an arc I'll have some post-fic notes down below.

Also this is stupidly long, so I hope Dreamwidth actually lets me post this. ._.

Great googly moogly )


NIEN

Feb. 8th, 2016 12:59 am
spotto: (flutts)
I'm so full.
And bleh. 
How about that latest RWBY episode eh? Egads.

OH YEAH CHAPTER NINE HA HA
I hope all one of you enjoyed chapter eight!
Here we go!

straight to the point yo )
spotto: (Q_Q)
Eight is a very lucky number in a certain culture.

Not quite for this particular character unfortunately. I consider this chapter the chapter OF NO RETURN or "EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT X BUT WERE TOO AFRAID TO ASK" or "hello darkness my old friend" or "shit happens"

basically, from this point on we be going into overdrive!

fun fact, I did not plan a majority of this chapter yet it ends up influencing basically the rest of the story (that's right, story, not just the arc) so yeah... also this is a VERY LONG chapter, as will 9 and especially 10
10 is the last chapter of this arc, so yeah. I will not be posting arc 2 until I finish arc 2, whenever that may be. I am currently on chapter nineteen though, so it might not be too long. (Arc 2 will be more than ten chapters unlike 1 tho, so there's that)
BUT ENOUGH RANDOM STUFF, LET ME FLING THIS BONE AT YOU

FORMATTING, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS )

mutton

Jan. 20th, 2016 09:56 pm
spotto: (flutts)
is mutton really the only word that rhymes with button? surely there is something else
like
uh
hm.

well here's chapter seven
ALSO KNOWN AS, that chapter with SHINY NEW CHARACTERS WHAT

flutton )

ya

Jan. 10th, 2016 07:37 pm
spotto: (Stage One.)
this is chapter 6 of my story

the goat, the sheep, and the lamster

i hope you like it
chapter 6 )

baaaaaa

Dec. 31st, 2015 06:04 pm
spotto: (@_@)
Wow I really need to stop ending chapters with a character falling asleep. It's so cliché.

SPOILERS: THIS CHAPTER ENDS WITH A CHARACTER FALLING ASLEEP OMFGGG RUINED FOREVAAA!!11!!1!

EXTRA SPOILERS DON'T LOOK: the chapter after this one DOESN'T end with a character falling asleep.

actual spoilers: I do not know how drugs work. If you do, please kindly share how wrong this chapter is.

the last spoiler I swear: Congrats! After this chapter you are halfway through the first arc! Technically. (I mean, every chapter after this is going to be longer and longer so probably not)

in which ALL of the things happen )

LAMBCHOP

Dec. 26th, 2015 04:53 pm
spotto: (arisu margtrod)
After much consideration I've decided to nickname this story "Lambchop."
The obsession with woolly hooved animals + their meat has an explanation I swear. (A DUMB explanation, but an explanation nonetheless)

The Goat, the Sheep, and the Lamster 

spotto: (koi)
The Goat, the Sheep, and the Lamster
also known as TGtSatL
what a horrible acronym
...also known as the Lamster story
chap 3
spotto: (hong kong *STAAAAAARE*)

look it's chapter two

The Goat, the Sheep, and the Lamster

doom )
spotto: (Q_Q)
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE
remember that story i keep mentioning to everyone and have been for like a year and was like 'yay i wrote 100K words!' but showed no one!?

BECAUSE I WAS TOO ANXIOUS TO EVER POST IT? BECAUSE I HAD WRITTEN WITH THIS SORT OF PREMISE KINDA BEFORE AND I WAS WORRIED PEOPLE WOULD BE LIKE "SPOTTO WHY YOU OBSESSED WITH WRITING ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK CROSSOVERS!?" WELL I WILL TELL YOU ONE THING. AND THAT THING IS THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT SHOW.

Also several months ago I linked it to one person but as far as I know they've never read it, probably because I sent all 181 pages of the first arc to them at once. Perhaps that was too overwhelming.

SO, BECAUSE I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE, here's chapter one of the cheesiest title ever (but I still spent weeks figuring it out)

The Goat, the Sheep, and the Lamster.
 please cut this story properly ffs )
I swear to god this is very different from my Negima story which was also in a similar setting.

spotto: (pouty korea)
What irony it was, for the woman who had been in an accident to be the one to rush over to him, instead. Max's gaze remained at the sky despite the snowflakes that were falling all around him and on him. The pinch of coolness that would touch his cheek or forehead or nose was nothing compared to his elbow that hung limply by his side. But even with that surge of pain enveloping his arm, he could do nothing but stare up at the heavens. It wasn't like he was about to die or anything as heavy as that and was viewing his immediate future. It was as if everything that happened today; everything that happened just now was insignificant. The clouds in the sky were fluffy as they could be, a far cry from the slippery and hard surfaces underneath his back. He could barely register the voice of that woman, who had only been lightly injured, calling for him and asking if he was okay. The guys back at the hotel would soon notice he was late, and eventually missing, if he had not responded or given any information to the sudden appearance of people in dark navy jumpsuits. It was only when his fixed stare of the limitless ceiling above him was replaced by a true ceiling, white and bland in colour, did his mind finally process what was happening.

That didn't keep any of it from being a complete haze. Max eventually attributed his state to the heavy dose of morphine the freshly hired EMT had administered on him, even if he never felt the needle being inserted into his still useful arm. By the time he found himself to be fully sound-of-mind, the medical personnel at the hospital had kicked him out after fixing his arm to a split and wrapping it up in what felt to be far too much gauze. On the bright side, they didn't forget the sling, and Max was an expert at discovering the bright side of life. He had apparently given a statement on what happened during the car accident while he was high on drugs, and had wondered if the investigation team from the insurance offices were aware that whatever he said had to be taken with a grain of salt. The heavily-worded letter filled with passive-aggression and near profanity he had found on his doorstep when he had gotten home was a good indication they did not. As such, Max had suddenly found himself being sued.

"For how much!?" His almost as excitable friend had asked. 

"Two hundred..." 

Takao began to smile, "Oh that's not too bad--"

"...thousand dollars."

"Oh man. That can buy like, a thousand burgers!"

A younger teenager sitting not far from the two of them could be heard directing his palm into his face, "No. More like forty thousand burgers."

"Whoa!" He audibly gasped.

Max then turned his attention to the other letter he had received in the mail, "Forty thousand...the same number on this piece of paper."

The blonde had barely remembered any of it, but apparently those two or so days within the ER and beyond was worth around forty grand, and that wasn't including the surgery. His best friend of five years had lamented a few times how America, though renowned for its burgers, was pretty lackluster in various other areas. Takao had expected the toilets to be just like the ones in the hotels in Japan, where there was an extra option for..well, extra hygiene. And he hadn't seen a single arcade during any of their commutes through the city. If it weren't for the massive portions of food, which he had considered what was appropriate for the norm, he would've demanded a plane out of the country ages ago. 

Max wondered why he would even bring up such complaints as this was at least the fourth or fifth time he had come here. He himself had lost count, seeing as he had a single parent in one side of the world and another in the next. He had somehow managed when growing up to never break a bone in his body until now, and as luck would have it he chose the wrong country to do so in.

"That's harsh man. A whole forty-grand...that's like how much...yen?" Takao chuckled, still struggling to figure out the currency exchange.

"Let's just say a lot," Max put down his bill and sat back on his bed, "Well luckily mom will be able to find a good lawyer...and maybe I'm still part of her health insurance plan? I'm not sure, but until then I can't go back to Japan with you guys."

"Oh that's fine! We'll stick around until you have everything settled!"

That same teenager who remained seated at the table with his laptop stood up, "Takao! We can't afford to stay in a hotel for the next few weeks!"

"Weeks!? You're stuck here for weeks!?" Takao exclaimed in horror.

"Weeks, maybe even months. Who knows?" Max shrugged despite one of his arms in a sling. It's not like his elbow bone was affecting his shoulder bone.

The brunette by the desk adjusted his glasses, "The pressing matter at hand is what we'll do back at the force without you. As dramatic as your alter-ego may seem, you are a crucial part of our department."

"Aw shucks Kenny, I'm sure you'll all be fine for a few weeks. Think of it like an extended vacation!" Max began, "...Where I lose the use of my arm and several thousand dollars."

"But we're strapped with people even with you on board!" Kenny argued, "Our precinct has far too much of an area to cover without you!"

Max though, wasn't worried in the slightest, "Pshaw! You and the guys are more than enough to handle the load! After all, remember that time when Takao, Kai, and Tala spent the week away with food poisoning because of the mysterious lemon pie left at the office party? We managed fine!"

"No we didn't! We let two hit-and-run suspects get away, and the Mayor threatened to lower our funding for our inadequate efforts that week!" Kenny was not at all convinced.

"I don't remember that at all. I caught all the villains I was pursuing," Max tapped his chin with his good arm.

Takao almost slammed his hand into Kenny's back, "Oh the Chief is exaggerating! We only let one get the away, the other was eventually caught two weeks later. And the Mayor only threatened to lower our food bill...actually, that does sound serious now that I think about it."

"That isn't the point!" Kenny continued, "We're not just losing an officer, we're losing Maxman! What will our city do in the weeks without Maxman? Their confidence in the fight against crime will diminish! All the criminal organizations' morale will be boosted significantly! Crime will be rampant! Lives will be lost! Property, destroyed!"

"Well, Maxman will temporarily be relocated to the City of New York! If I know my crime dramas all the bad guys operate here!" 

Takao scratched his cheek, "That's well, that'd be cool except I dunno how well Maxman will do with a broken arm."

"Oh what's the deal? I've fought with a shattered knee before once! A little single arm action can go a looooong way!"

"No, Max. You'll have no backup here like last time. You're in an totally foreign environment--"

"Half-American."

"You haven't lived here in years! And it wasn't even this particular city! And if you get yourself hurt again, no one can cover for your damages so you'll be seeing double that bill, or triple, or quadruple!"

-

Why the fuck did I continue this story? 
spotto: (arisu margtrod)
Once upon a time on a cold, chilly day there was a boy named Max. He had lovely yellow, messy hair and freckles upon his face, above which were some wondrous blue eyes. He was hopping about on the sidewalk that day, taking such a path seeing as he was bordered on both sides by knee-height snow. His boots left jolly imprints on the mostly-shovelled sidewalk, appearing rather sporadically in time with his merry gait. He looked up and there appeared to be a large bridge going right over the four-lane road he was next to. He had been planning to visit the store across the street a few blocks from whence he stood, but this was the first he had seen of this bridge. Knowing he had never trekked onto such a marvel of architecture, and knowing it was far more convenient than to wait at yet another boring stop-light several metres down the street, Max took several steps up the stairway, advancing across the bridge.

He stopped at the middle to gawk at the cars zooming past underneath him, as if they had no qualms about the no-doubt icy surfaces they were rolling across. His thoughts were cut-short when one car had overestimated its own all-weather tires, skidding about until it had come to a roaring halt into the stairway Max had moments ago climbed. The hood of the poor sedan was crumpled up, and the woman in the driver's seat was shocked right out, having barely recovered from the air bag expanding in such speeds as to protect her pretty face from the unmerciful steering wheel. Max reacted as one would, quickly dashing across the bridge and rushing down the stairs. Unfortunately in his haste, he too had overestimated his boots' ability to grip on the icy surfaces and found himself not just descending, but tumbling down to the ground. With reflexes like that of a competitive sports participant, Max threw out his left arm to shield the rest of his body from the solid ground below. He fell with a heavy thud, though it was somewhat muffled by his heavy winter coat.

Alas, Max's clever ploy to protect the rest of his body was not a smart one for his arm, which had held out well in the nanoseconds it could to keep the rest of his body from contacting the unmoving sidewalk, but in doing so the elbow snapped right back, and a pain Max had not felt since he was a young child during a nasty bike crash rushed back into his memories as well as his nerves. His other arm grasped the elbow in an instant, and it took him great willpower, the same willpower he used to summon his God Turtle during spinning top battles, to keep from crying out.

And so the story ends with two accidents, damages on vehicles and limbs be damned. The synposis of a story that Spotto read has now come true, from the keyboard of Spotto as opposed to the fraudulent and untrue summary that was one she had read earlier. It had promised the reader, should they venture into such a tale, that Max would've broken his arm after falling down some stairs. Neither of which ever happened in such a story, and a girl, so unsatisfied was she, immediately loaded up Dreamwidth to write down an impromptu story.

None of which would have happened if a bloody antivirus had updated promptly, allowing her a night's rest during the late hours of 3:20AM. But since it took its sweet time thanks to her ISP's incompetence, she had to wait, and wait, and wait with droopy eyes and baited breath, until great rage urged her to express her emotions in that of a pointless drabble.

This has been Spotto and FUCK NOSTALGIA. WHY ARE ALL THESE OLD FANFICTIONS SO BAD!?!?!?
spotto: (NUUUUUUUUUUEN~)
I AM WORKING ON THIS AU

IT HAS EIGHT TEN DOCUMENTS WITH IDEAS AND ACTUAL PARTS OF THE STORY SCATTERED ABOUT IN ALL OF THEM

AT LEAST THREE OF THEM ARE COMPLETELY SCRAPPED

THE FIRST DOCUMENT IS DATED NOVEMBER 25th, 2013

I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR ALMOST A YEAR AND IDEAS HAVE CHANGED SO DRASTICALLY, BACKSTORIES CHANGED, ROLES SWITCHED AROUND

FOR A FEW MONTHS I ADDED NOTHING TO THIS STORY UNTIL SOME PLOT REVELATIONS GAVE ME IDEAS (what of course it's a fanfic in what world do I ever come up with completely original shit myself?) THOUGH AT THIS POINT I MIGHT AS WELL TURN IT INTO AN ORIGINAL CONSIDERING EXISTING CHARACTERS CAN SOMETIMES LESSEN SUSPENSE

IT TOOK ME EIGHT MONTHS TO INCLUDE LESBIANS 

I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE PUT SO MUCH WORK INTO SOMETHING I PROBABLY WILL NEVER FINISH CONSIDERING I AM WRITING THINGS COMPLETELY OUT OF ORDER 

I HAVE WRITTEN 10K WORDS OF THE FIRST ARC, SCRAPPED A FEW THOUSAND WORDS OF IT PREVIOUSLY AND PROBABLY PUT MORE EFFORT INTO A LONG SCENE IN ARC THREE THAN ANYTHING ELSE EVER

THAT'S RIGHT THERE'S AT LEAST THREE ARCS, PROBABLY FOUR OR MORE, MY MIND IS ALREADY DEVELOPING IDEAS FOR THE FOURTH GODDAMN ARC

SO HELP ME GOD HOW DOES ANYONE PUT IDEAS INTO STORYTELLING WORDS WHEN MY PACING IS SO DAMN SLOW 

I WRITE AT A NOVEL'S PACE BUT I'M TOO IMPATIENT TO ACTUALLY WRITE A NOVEL

WRITING IS HARD WAHHH WAH WAH
spotto: (flutts)
This post is only to update you, readers of this blog which is like two people, which I love pointing out every single time and is probably horribly old by now, of my other blogs that you probably care nothing about but in which they have been updated and so I must inform you. Did you like that run-on sentence?

First off this is a bit old but I've updated my Sims Blog a few weeks back with basically an ACADEMY version of all my Sims for the hell of it. Also, recently I've just been normally playing my Sims back in the Gensokyo neighbourhood as well, so if anything interesting actually happens there I may post of those too, but don't expect to much.

The other blog is the SPOTTOMON blog, which I call it such because while it has been updated once with a Touhoumon update also includes a PONYMON let's play blind run (video!). Ponymon is still in alpha however so despite all the Pokemon being replaced by ponies the game is still essentially FireRed.... replaced by ponies. It has not reached Touhoumon's point with the modded music, story, dialogue, EVERYTHING, so yeah. But there is new typing (as far as I remember) for the ponies and other such little things that aren't in the regular game that I've decided to just record myself playing.

So... got that? Sims Blog here! And Touhoumon/Ponymon blog here! 

I would technically say even my Starcraft blog updated except I abandonated livestream and am now using TWITCH.TV for my SC2 casts. (These seem a little pointless now that SC2 has the "watch replay together" feature, so unless you really enjoy listening to my speech impediment I guess this announcement isn't too important either. Oh yeah the stream is password-protected because I am silly. If you wanna get in it's "spectralinfantry". Yes, that is the password. 

As for anything else...uh... I'm tired and wish to go to bed. In terms of future posts here, I'm actually working on the GENSOKYO CRISIS scenario, extending it and figuring out how Marisa will work with her GET-OUT-OF-HELL free card (with horribly difficult conditions!). So, maybe or maybe not expect that popping up here. Also an image of a new (technically borrowed) car. These new things just blow me away with their ridiculous features. Perhaps I am getting too old when a car that has a USB port blows my mind. CARS DO NOT NEED USB PORTS!! And now they do...as with many other things.

This has been Spotto!

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