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The Good Life: Setting Poll

Start of a new jump and the end of another poll. The results are as follows:

Yor Briar (SpyxFamily) Votes: 888

Saeko Busujima (HotD) Votes: 835

Ty Lee (A:TLA) Votes: 704

Maki Zenin (JJK) Votes: 697

Mikasa Ackerman (AoT) Votes: 562

Oliver Armstrong (FMA) Votes: 464

This one was a close one for pretty much every place except for fifth and sixth. Again, as always, this poll is purely to gauge interest. Same as the poll that j...

The Good Life: Seasoning (ch. 58)

I felt kinda bad for ending my date with Robin early, but out of every weird and interesting thing I had ever seen, a sapient finger had to take the cake. Super powers were normal. After a year, I even got used to the idea of traveling to other worlds. Magic was still new and interesting, but I could understand it. Rationalize it.

A mummified finger with a whole consciousness inside of it was just flat out weird, and I loved it. It just raised so many questions and I couldn't wait for ...

The Good Life: Prepping (ch. 58) (Jujutsu Kaisen Start)

Magic. It felt like a whole new world just opened up to me. It was something fundamentally new and it was fascinating. For the past two years, I had been exploring the many facets of my power. Given where I started, barely able to expand my Room more than an inch off my body and stuck swapping things with the same amount of mass? I had improved by leaps and bounds.

My Room got larger. I got better at analyzing everything within my Room. I got better at manipulating what was inside it -...

The Good Life: Indulgence (ch. 57)

“Oh, you were keeping secrets~!” Yoruichi noted while Chel masterfully rolled her hips, biting her bottom lip seductively while Cinder ground her pussy against the palm of my hand. Robin reached up to the knot at the back of her neck and undid it, letting the cloth that barely covered her breasts fall away for a split second before I felt a hand fondling my balls.

Nora rolled her eyes, unsurprised by the direction the night was going. As far as I could tell, she had seen it as an e...

The Good Life: Vacation (ch. 56)

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected when I decided to go with the flow on this, but I had to say -- these people knew how to have a good time. I gazed out at the people singing, dancing, having an absolute blast as I was seated at a table overlooking the festivities. The table was made out of solid gold, as were the plates and cups.

So was most of my clothing. I traded out the environment gear for some local threads -- namely a skirt thing that fell to my ankles made out of red clot...

Legends Never Die: Taking Action (ch. 92)

As I expected, Irene was less than happy to learn that there were ten thousand Pagans ready to set sail towards Crete. Actually, less than happy was an understatement. It was more of a barely restrained frothing at the mouth rage hidden behind a practiced smile as she summoned me to Constantinople for an explanation.

She sat across from me in the same chamber as she had met Otto in, the servants few and in their position replaced by guards. That, more than anything else, indicated a sh...

Legends Never Die: Uncomfortable Expectations (ch. 91)

This was a problem for a lot of reasons and I was struggling to figure out which was the most pressing. Ten thousand people wasn't a small number. That was a migration. Norland was already in a state of expansion and development, so the massive influx in numbers wasn't impossible to handle but up until this point I had enjoyed a steady trickle of migrants to Norland. A significant portion would have to go out to populate and establish villages.

There were things with the Roman Empire t...

Legends Never Die: Migration (ch. 90)

I was going to have to build a forum, I realized. And rush construction for several of my other projects. I refused to be shamed by the Christians that would soon flood my town. I'm certain that they would find a way to complain about something, but I refused to allow their complaints to be rooted in anything except for their own prejudice. And, admittedly, I wanted to watch them choke on their insults when I made something clear -- that I had built a city equal to any that they had ever seen...

Legends Never Die: Revelations (ch. 89)

It was strange what a person could get used to, I mused as I once more sailed into the port of Constantinople. I made the trip once a month to visit the university, picking up materials or taking lessons from teachers that couldn't or wouldn't sail over to Crete. It had been more than a year since my arrival in the greatest city in the world, and now I found it…

Normal.

The awe that it inspired when I first saw it had waned. Then, I had been convinced that it was the perfect c...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.5 (ch. 5)

“It was only a matter of time,” Rickard muttered as he looked down at the slip of parchment, reading the message but it had some difficulty sinking in. A shipment of goods had been attacked on the way to Whiteharbor. Despite the value of the shipment, Rickard had decided to use a light guard to avoid suspicion and now wondered if that was a mistake. The guards, all slaughtered to a man. The goods, gone like smoke in the wind. The perpetrators? Unknown.

However, Rickard felt the car...

Best of Intentions: The Moss (ch. 8)

“I'm not wading through filthy toilet water without some protection,” I argued as I suited up back at my apartment. There was a lot of nasty stuff down in the sewers on a normal day, much less the crap that Umbrella had been throwing in it. I knew of at least one genetic abomination that was currently swimming through the refuse and knowing my luck, it wouldn't just be the one.

“You're going to get yourself killed if you can't run away,” Jill argued through the door while inspe...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.4 (ch. 4)

Things were progressing well, Rickard thought as he sat behind his desk, sorting through small piles of parchment ranging from letters to long lists. His overtures to the Mountain Clans progressed well. It had taken a month for his surveyors to report back on the stones, indicating what minerals and metals he could expect to find in the untapped mountain range.

The reports were promising -- primarily iron, copper, and unripened silver in terms of metals. Minerals were far more abundant...

Best of Intentions: Falling Leaves (ch. 7)

To summarize the situation in Raccoon City -- shit was fucked. Shit was fucked bad. It was honestly shocking how the city could go from a little messed up to an unmitigated, ass-blasting shit show over the course of eight hours or so. The police, led by Raymond, had managed to evacuate a large swath around central station, but everything beyond the immediate block?

Pure, uncontrolled, absolute chaos. Yet, at the very same time, there were people going about their day. They walked along...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.4 (ch. 18)

If Misty was being honest with herself, she had no clue if Blair was right or not. What he talked about sounded far-fetched, a legend of old leading to a way to evolve a magikarp. He seemed to believe it, though. And she wanted to believe that he was right, which is why she dove into the cold waters of the ocean with her rebreather in place. Night swimming in the ocean was familiar to her, even if the shiver wasn’t only from the water.

For as long as she would live, she would remembe...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.3 (ch. 17)

There aren't really words to describe a gyarados in action. The waters surged around him as he swam forward with shocking speed, causing the platforms to flip over in his wake as he parted the arena. My stomach was doing flips inside of me because that same ice cold dread filled me as when Mimikyu lost it against Onix. Only Gyarados wasn't aiming to attack a pokemon. He was a thing that had been unleashed in Misty's direction, and she locked up.

It was the kind of instinctual fear that...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.2 (ch. 16)

Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. Past me really was the worst. Seriously, what had he been thinking, kicking the hand grenade my way so it would blow up in my face?

“Hullo?” I said, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frozen stiff. I felt like a deer in headlights -- the phone call had been bad enough, but meeting a member of my- Blair's family in person? I knew even back then when I blocked the call that wouldn't be the end of it. That, eventually,...

Ghastly Adventures: Teardrop 3.1 (ch. 15)

I cracked a hundred wins. All I needed to do after the Gym battle was to hang out at one of the battle courts and they came lining up. It was a good experience for Trevenant, who rapidly got used to his new body in a safe competitive setting. He missed the mobility of being able to fly, but his offensive power had majorly been upped from his evolution. His attacks were stronger, he had finer control -- his strengths got stronger and more refined.

Mankey was another star of the show now...

The Good Life: Prepping (ch. 58) (Jujutsu Kaisen Start)

Magic. It felt like a whole new world just opened up to me. It was something fundamentally new and it was fascinating. For the past two years, I had been exploring the many facets of my power. Given where I started, barely able to expand my Room more than an inch off my body and stuck swapping things with the same amount of mass? I had improved by leaps and bounds.

My Room got larger. I got better at analyzing everything within my Room. I got better at manipulating what was inside it -...

The Good Life: Indulgence (ch. 57)

“Oh, you were keeping secrets~!” Yoruichi noted while Chel masterfully rolled her hips, biting her bottom lip seductively while Cinder ground her pussy against the palm of my hand. Robin reached up to the knot at the back of her neck and undid it, letting the cloth that barely covered her breasts fall away for a split second before I felt a hand fondling my balls.

Nora rolled her eyes, unsurprised by the direction the night was going. As far as I could tell, she had seen it as an e...

The Good Life: Vacation (ch. 56)

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected when I decided to go with the flow on this, but I had to say -- these people knew how to have a good time. I gazed out at the people singing, dancing, having an absolute blast as I was seated at a table overlooking the festivities. The table was made out of solid gold, as were the plates and cups.

So was most of my clothing. I traded out the environment gear for some local threads -- namely a skirt thing that fell to my ankles made out of red clot...

The Good Life: Introductions (ch. 55) (El Dorado Start)

“So, what's changed with this one?” I asked, looking at the new and improved Dias. The design was more compact with fewer rings while the portal itself was larger. It had been under construction for about a month and its home was the old Vault 111. It was for safety concerns, in the end -- the further we got away from this World Line, the weirder things would get, and there was no promise that we'd find friendlies on the other side.

So, the old hibernation tech was cleared out and ...

A Fun Time, Not A Long Time: Clockwork Island 3.2 (ch. 9)

“You need to approach this calmly,” Kim said as we stood on the beaches of Clockwork Island. The ships were abandoned and I’m pretty sure I could see the pirates fleeing up the island spire. It seemed a little too organized to be a full-blown panicked retreat. It looked like there was a plan in place in the event of someone powerful coming to kick their asses. The spire made for a good defensive option since I doubted the Navy would be willing to blow up the building, sentencing the vil...

Legends Never Die: Uncomfortable Expectations (ch. 91)

This was a problem for a lot of reasons and I was struggling to figure out which was the most pressing. Ten thousand people wasn't a small number. That was a migration. Norland was already in a state of expansion and development, so the massive influx in numbers wasn't impossible to handle but up until this point I had enjoyed a steady trickle of migrants to Norland. A significant portion would have to go out to populate and establish villages.

There were things with the Roman Empire t...

Legends Never Die: Migration (ch. 90)

I was going to have to build a forum, I realized. And rush construction for several of my other projects. I refused to be shamed by the Christians that would soon flood my town. I'm certain that they would find a way to complain about something, but I refused to allow their complaints to be rooted in anything except for their own prejudice. And, admittedly, I wanted to watch them choke on their insults when I made something clear -- that I had built a city equal to any that they had ever seen...

Legends Never Die: Revelations (ch. 89)

It was strange what a person could get used to, I mused as I once more sailed into the port of Constantinople. I made the trip once a month to visit the university, picking up materials or taking lessons from teachers that couldn't or wouldn't sail over to Crete. It had been more than a year since my arrival in the greatest city in the world, and now I found it…

Normal.

The awe that it inspired when I first saw it had waned. Then, I had been convinced that it was the perfect c...

Legends Never Die: Confession (ch. 88)

A meeting with the acting Empress wasn't something that could be demanded on a whim, even with the favor that I enjoyed. A letter of introduction had to be sent, Irene had to read it, and set a date for the meeting itself. It was a way to project power, I recognized. To those that she did not want to meet, she would set the meeting back months, or even years I had heard in some cases. The diplomats would be confined into small quarters so bare that a prisoner would take pity on them, with the...

Best of Intentions: The Moss (ch. 8)

“I'm not wading through filthy toilet water without some protection,” I argued as I suited up back at my apartment. There was a lot of nasty stuff down in the sewers on a normal day, much less the crap that Umbrella had been throwing in it. I knew of at least one genetic abomination that was currently swimming through the refuse and knowing my luck, it wouldn't just be the one.

“You're going to get yourself killed if you can't run away,” Jill argued through the door while inspe...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.4 (ch. 4)

Things were progressing well, Rickard thought as he sat behind his desk, sorting through small piles of parchment ranging from letters to long lists. His overtures to the Mountain Clans progressed well. It had taken a month for his surveyors to report back on the stones, indicating what minerals and metals he could expect to find in the untapped mountain range.

The reports were promising -- primarily iron, copper, and unripened silver in terms of metals. Minerals were far more abundant...

Best of Intentions: Falling Leaves (ch. 7)

To summarize the situation in Raccoon City -- shit was fucked. Shit was fucked bad. It was honestly shocking how the city could go from a little fucked up to an unmitigated, ass-blasting shit show over the course of eight hours or so. The police, led by Raymond, had managed to evacuate a large swath around central station, but everything beyond the immediate block?

Pure, uncontrolled, absolute chaos. Yet, at the very same time, there were people going about their day. They walked along...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.3 (ch. 3)

Jaehaerys Targaryen, for all of his considerable faults, did know how to bind the Seven Kingdoms together. Aegon the Conqueror knew how to take them, but Jaehaerys united them. Such as in the case of the North, where he stole the New Gift and made them more reliant on southern grain. However, not all of it had been the stick. Jaehaerys had also gifted fine maps to all of the Lords Paramount and Wardens, showing all of Westeros as a single unified whole. Which had also been a declaration of in...