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Jan. 3rd, 2019

[info]6wsmod

It's 2019 and the Mod Squad is back to get things going once again.

[info]6wordstories - A post of six words to start a thread or a net post for anyone to tag.

[info]smutty6ws - The smutty version of Six Words. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]sceneandsay - A community that doesn't limit your first post, say anything you'd like.

[info]sceneandsaysmut - A Smutty community that doesn't limit your first post. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]muses_wanted - A community were you can pimp for muses wanted.

[info]replytomymeme - A community to meme's geared toward your muses and a bi-monthly How Am I Driving Meme for players can talk OOC about how they are portraying their muses. New Prompts have been posted.

Lastly we have [info]promptme - a new prompt community with monthly prompts, January already been posted.

X-posted everywhere.

Oct. 9th, 2017

[info]6wsmod

Just a quick note.

This weekend removing deleted/purged journals from community - if by change your journal accidentally gets removed just readd!


Also don't forget we have other communities (We's like to get them active again!)

[info]6wordstories - A post of six words to start a thread or a net post for anyone to tag.

[info]smutty6ws - The smutty version of Six Words. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]sceneandsaysmut - A Smutty community that doesn't limit your first post. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]muses_wanted - A community were you can pimp for muses wanted.

[info]replytomymeme - A community to meme's geared toward your muses and a bi-monthly How Am I Driving Meme for players can talk OOC about how they are portraying their muses.

Mar. 10th, 2014


[info]sincebirth

Cut for Chicago Fire Spoilers )

I am so drinking tonight.

Dec. 28th, 2013


[info]adoptedjotun

So this was the best the mighty Avengers had to offer. A glass cell that could drop him? Pathetic. Fill it with lightning. Beasts. Something to make it a hellish challenge. What was it about solitary confinement that was supposed to upset him? It was only a matter of time. And quite honestly, why not take that fool up on his offering of a magazine? The idea of it amused him more than it should have to begin with.

But then the visitors made it more impossible to contemplate his next move than the silence ever could. He supposed he could take advantage of the situation at the very least. "Worried I would be lonely?" he chided.

Sep. 14th, 2013


[info]_the_hood

Oliver hadn't wanted to end things with Laurel, but in his heart he knew that it was for the best. It was his fault that Tommy was dead. If he'd gotten there sooner.... If he hadn't stopped.... Some many if's that he was drowning in them. So he'd done what needed to be done and Laurel would be safe now.

He needed to take his frustration out so he returned to the Glades. It was the most obvious choice of place to go. He pulled up on his motorcycle and got off, pulling off the helmet. He started to take a walk around when he heard a woman screaming and he ran in that direction. She was surrounded by three men. "Hey!" he called out to them. They turned to look at him and the woman took the opportunity to flee. Oliver stood his ground as they approached him.

"Well, if it isn't Oliver Queen," one of them said. They circled around him and one of them went to take a swing at him. He dodged it. The rest of the fight was a blur to him but soon he was standing over the three men, his fists bleeding and all three men were laying on the ground, dead.

He looked down at them, and then at his fists. He's killed them. He'd actually killed them. He took a step back.

And to think, Laurel had actually wanted to be with him. Her father was right. He was a killer. He turned to head back to his motorcycle. He needed to leave. He needed to get far away from Starling City.

Dec. 24th, 2012

[info]6wsmod

Also don't forget we have other communities

[info]6wordstories - A post of six words to start a thread or a net post for anyone to tag.

[info]smutty6ws - The smutty version of Six Words. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]sceneandsay - A community that doesn't limit your first post, say anything you'd like.

[info]sceneandsaysmut - A Smutty community that doesn't limit your first post. Please read the rule before applying. We do check to see if the journal is a character journal and the mun and muse is 18+ on the user info.

[info]muses_wanted - A community were you can pimp for muses wanted.

[info]promptsformuses - In January this will pick up again. Prompts will be provided to let you write something for or about your muses.

[info]replytomymeme - A community to meme's geared toward your muses and a bi-monthly How Am I Driving Meme for players can talk OOC about how they are portraying their muses.

Apr. 26th, 2012

[info]wontletherin

Doggett was finished work but hadn't been ready to head home. So instead he walked into what could only be called a nondescript diner and took a seat in a booth. He ordered something simple, a burger and fries with a coke and leaned back. While he waited he decided to look over the file he was taking home. Always a workaholic, maybe he should get a pet after all.

[info]bostonslayer

As per usual it hadn't taken long for Faith to become bored with the vigorous training routine inspired by her Watcher, Diana Dormer. Her eyes were beginning to flutter shut as her attention span decreased from reading an old text in a red leather bound book.

After a moment, she rubbed her weary eyes before getting up out of her seat, pushing the book far away as possible. She needed to blow off some steam and what Diana didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? Slipping on her favorite black leather jacket from the nearby coat rack, she snuck out of the house and headed off down the street in search of something fun to do. She'd return to her Slayer duties later but for now she just needed some quality Faith time.

Apr. 19th, 2012


[info]eideticrose

Sometimes I just like pretending I came from nowhere. I like being my own person and not having to dip into the history stuff.

Feb. 9th, 2012

[info]aupheling

Open scene

For a moment the air at about chest-height seemed to shimmer, then it roiled bruise-purple in the middle and silvery-gray at the edges, almost like something festering. The spot grew from the size of an orange to the size of a melon and then suddenly tore open wide enough to admit a person. The landscape on the other side of the rift was scarred and barren and smelled like sulfur and charred ozone.

Caliban stepped out, stepping down to the grass on this side of the gateway, his hair stirring in an acrid breeze from the other side. He took a glance at the new surroundings, snapping the rip shut behind him with a flick of his hand. It sealed again far more quickly than it had opened, there one moment and gone the next. Cal turned a circle to get his bearings before shrugging and starting off, hands in his pockets.

[info]serene_rage

Open scene

Erik was practicing, he had been for the past few hours, he'd been working longer and longer at smaller and smaller pieces. He already knew that he could move bigger objects, satellite dishes for instance, but smaller items, aside from his coin, weren't something he'd bothered with before.
Not until Raven's half-teasing: "But what if you have to defuse a bomb?" at least. Today he was practicing braiding copper wire with just the barest movements of his fingers. He already had a couple pieces where his concentration had snapped and he'd ended up with a tangle instead of a braid.

But he almost had it now, brow furrowed, entirely focused on what he was doing, folding the wire over and back on itself to do away with any of the sharp ends where he'd snapped the pieces off the spool.

[info]ttlyqualified

Open scene

It had been a long day, a damn long day, her most recent vehicle had finally gotten mired, the highway too crowded for her to continue driving, so she'd bid the Mustang a fond farewell, leaving the keys on the front seat in case someone else came across it and was going back the way she'd come.

After that she'd hiked the rest of the day, she couldn't be sure how far, since the terrain was so similar, and she hadn't seen a road sign in a while. She did find an old storage barn not too far off the highway, empty save for the remains of someone else's campsite, weeks old by the look of it. Good, that meant the place was safe enough, since there was no sign of an attack, just people who'd been and gone again.

"Sorry buddy," She told the sugar glider clinging to her shoulder, "No fire tonight. But I've still got some mealies for you. We could both use some protien tonight, I think. Been a long day." She set her pack down in the middle of the space and went about pulling the doors on either side of the barn shut, just leaving enough space for someone able-bodied to get through in a hurry.

[info]prettylilbunny

Open scene

She was spinning, arms wide, braced against the hoop she was perched in, keeping it moving with subtle, short little movements of her hips and torso. She wasn't up to speed yet, it had been ages since she'd had a chance to practice, but she'd found that she'd missed it, and had found someone to help her set up a tumbler's practice area in one corner of the training room, including the suspended hoop.

She laughed brightly as she spun, made of shadow at the moment, her hair bouncing as she moved, some of it moving with the momentum of her spin, some of it moving against, twining around itself like Medusa's mane. Finally she slipped from her perch, catching herself against the lower edge of the hoop with her arms, easily turning the spin into a wider circle, toes barely touching the ground, running across the open air for a moment, the movements smooth even despite her lack of practice.

She let the momentum carry her full circle before jackknifing her legs up, folding herself in half, hooking her feet against the top of the hoop and letting her arms go, taking a moment to brace herself again before sliding down to hang by her knees where she'd been hanging by her arms before, arms performing a graceful pinwheel, just as steady as the kicking of her legs had been before, she was very much in her element at the moment.

Jan. 17th, 2012


[info]itswhoyouare

Disheveled, dirty, and cut up, she appeared from around the corner of a building clutching her side with a blood-stained hand.

Jan. 14th, 2012


[info]always_lies

River was unsure what her Sweetie had got her into, but as she walked beside the younger version of him, she frowned as she moved the torch to the right and then left. “Well…I don’t think this is the work of thr angels,” especially since there was not statues in sight at least.

Stepping she slipped a little on the rock, gasped a little at her surprise from how slick it was. River turned to the ninth regenerate of her love. “Any idea what is going on?”

Jan. 1st, 2012


[info]itswhoyouare

10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

"Happy New Year!"

Leaning against the corner of the bar in the back of the room, Anna sighs and raises her glass to no one in particular to toast the new year. The couples (and drunken singles) in the room begin to hug and kiss after the countdown ends and she just rolls her eyes.

Dec. 28th, 2011

[info]loveshispie

Under the hood of the Impala changing the carburetor, tightening the bolt. He takes a rag and wipes off his greasy hands taking a drink of a cold beer.

[info]itswhoyouare

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Detective Anna Morasca is not a fan of people invading her crime scenes, and when people decide to just ignore the fact that there are HPD officers all over the place? She gets a little cranky.

"Hey. This is an active crime scene. Y'need to leave now."

[info]kissmeorkillme

[has her famous I told you so look flashing on her face.]

Dec. 3rd, 2011


[info]imanaquarius

[ Open, or just narrative ]

You weren't supposed to leave )

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