#This can be used as an open starter

[front-facing-pokemon]

[boroughshq]

Greetings! I've finally made some much needed updates to the rules. The majority of these updates are just administrative policies that were not explicitly stated before, with the major changes coming in the form of our diversity and character limit rules. These changes should hopefully encourage and promote the use of more diverse FCs, as well as help prevent inconsistent activity when picking up multiple muses. Please make sure to read the updates below carefully!

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ACTIVITY CHECKS: Activity checks will be held every week. To meet activity, writers must post at least three (3) in-character interactions with two (2) different muns. Writers who have not met activity within the last 7 DAYS prior to the check will be given 48 hours to resume interactions. Failure to do so will result in an unfollow. Writers who are placed on consistent activity checks (3+) may also be subjected to an unfollow. Writers who have consistently been activity checked out of the group (5+) may also be subjected to denial of re-entry into the group.

FC CHANGES: There is currently no limit to the amount of times writers can request a change for the FC of their muses. If a FC change from a white FC to a FC of color is made, the writer will not be allowed to request a subsequent change back to a white FC. We ask that writers be mindful of their requests to ensure each change is in the service of their character. Should an admin feel like a writer is abusing this freedom, they are allowed to restrict the number of additional FC changes a writer can make. DIVERSITY: Every second character must be represented by a faceclaim of color. Please note that white latines (individuals of primarily Spanish or Portuguese descent, such as Pedro Pascal, Ana De Armas, and Chay Suede) are not people of color, and cannot be used to satisfy this requirement. Please make sure to do proper research and keep the ethnicity of your muse in mind when developing them. We also highly encourage the use of age diverse, body diverse, gender diverse, and ability diverse muses! Additionally, if you are writing a trans character, we highly encourage you to consider using a trans faceclaim when portraying these characters. Here is a link to a wonderful directory with over 200+ faceclaims to browse through! CHARACTER LIMIT: The character limit is currently set at 6 muses. Muns are allowed to apply for up to 2 muses upon first joining the group. After this, players must wait one week between each additional character they pick up. Please only pick up characters if you have the time to be consistently active on them. The admins reserve the right to deny applications should there be signs of inconsistent activity. Should the admins notice that members are not maintaining consistent activity across their muses, members may be asked to drop characters to help better their focus. Additionally, members must adhere to the following rules when picking up new characters: -If neither one of your first two characters are BIPOCs (black or indigenous people of color) or dark-skinned, your third character must be. -If none of your first three characters fulfill a listed wanted connection, your fourth character must. -If none of your first four characters are aged 40+, your fifth character must be. -If none of your first five characters are gender diverse, your sixth character must be. Additionally, if only one of your first five characters are a BIPOC or dark-skinned, your sixth character must be as well. This rule was instated on AUGUST 21, 2024, and is not retroactively implemented. Members who have applied for multiple characters prior to this rule will not be expected to change their current characters, but will be expected to adhere to these rules in listed order for each of their subsequent additional characters.

Admin Note: As a woman of color, it’s important to me that we do not have a group of majority white-passing FCs. New York is known as a melting pot, full of different cultures, colors, and ethnicities, and our characters should reflect that. This rule has been specifically adjusted to prevent writers from skirting past the POC rule by only picking up light-skinned and white-passing FCs, and to hopefully encourage diversity and the use of more FCOCs with a wider range of complexions. If you need some help finding new FCs, here are a couple of directories with a ton of beautiful FCs of color to choose from: black faceclaims, indigenous faceclaims, south asian faceclaims.

BLOGS: For your first character, you must submit a main account specifically dedicated to this group. After that, every new character can use a sideblog associated with that main account, or you can make your main account a mumu blog. If writers are using mumu blogs, please make sure to include the names of each of your characters in a pinned post or in the blog’s description. MAJOR PLOTS: Please make sure to run any major plot developments past the admin first. These plots include, but are not limited to: pregnancy, marriage, major injuries, death. LEAVING: If you would like to leave BHQ, please send a message to the main requesting an unfollow. No questions will be asked, no reason needs to be provided. It is simply a courtesy requested by the admins that you at least give the grace of a warning before suddenly deactivating or revamping your account for another rp. Thank you.

And, this rule did not change, but is included here as a reminder, since it is perpetually broken:

STARTERS: Please be sure to respond to at least 2 open starters before posting your own starter. This includes before posting closed starters, and this rule does apply to new characters, too. 

Admin Note: To reiterate, new characters are not allowed to post any starters (closed or open) until they've responded to at least 2 open starters FIRST. It's important that we are showing love to the open starters in the tag. "What if there's no new starters?" There are always open starters available on the bhqextra's starter reel in need of replies. Just because a starter is a week old does not mean it does not deserve replies, especially if it barely has any to begin with. So long as the mun has not capped or closed the starter themselves, it is still open for replies and available for you to respond to. Please make sure we are replying to at least 2 open starters before posting ANY new starter when we bring in new characters.

And that's all! None of these changes are targeted at any one individual, but rather are a result of multiple patterns I've noticed over the many months of operating BHQ.

Members, please remember to like this post to signify that you've read the updates. Thank you!

[jawbrkrs]

open to all ( 25+ )

"  be  honest  with  me  for  once .  do  you  love  her  ?   "

[explodcor]

Katsuki had spent the past half hour trying to figure out how to tie his shoe laces with one hand before letting out a frustrated growl. "Goddammit--!"

Honestly, with his right hand out of commission, he quickly learned that there were a lot of things he took for granted when he had two working hands.

He somehow figured out how to dress himself. Bathing was an annoying hassle but manageable. Cooking and tying shit were still daunting tasks to him.

[karmasrage]

"How did you learn to do that?" Karma says as she was watching them from behind. The barbarian found herself quietly observing them for some time before speaking up. There wasn't much she knew about magic (or at least that's what she tried to convince herself). "I've never seen or heard anything like that before." Her adopted family didn't practice magic, just strength and fighting. "What is that called?"

[blcssom]

open to: any !plot: linked in source !

their predictable nature was one of the things bowie liked most about them, honestly, a fact he doted on as the door swung open to the diner's back alley. "i'll never understand your desire to look at trash when we have a perfectly good break room." perfectly good may have been an exaggeration. it was just a corner of the kitchen with a folding chair and table set up, after all. "todd told me you got stuck with the PTA crowd at table ten.... i'd be willing to trade. for a price, of course."

[peculiarbeauty]

" queen anna and i bonded over our love for chocolate rather early in our friendship. hot chocolate is my personal favorite confection alongside the grey stuff ! perhaps you've tried the grey stuff before ? i certainly did not until finding the enchanted castle. " she taps her chin briefly. " now that i think about it , i believe elsa and anna are both interested in chocolate. i guess it runs in the family ! " she giggles sweetly. " they are both so wonderful. beast and i are very happy to be friends with them. "

open.

[snakebites-and-ink]

Well my brain is refusing to properly engage with any actual scenes or chapters, but apparently five sentence fics are cool and groovy, so…send me 5 sentence fic starters?

[niragixpsych]

Open starter for Niragi: There is no way to escape

Niragi slowly blinked, his mind still being far aware, making him stare at everything and nothing at the same time. He felt numb, like his mind and body were disconnected, a feeling that could be hardly put into words. The male knew he had taken part in the last game but he was unable to recall what had actually happened.

As his mind became more clearer he glanced down at himself, to find he was covered in blood. Niragi had no idea whether this was his own blood or the blood of other players and he honestly didn't care. He guessed some of the blood must be his since his body felt weak, but he decided to brush that feeling aside. Other's didn't care about him either.

A voice could be heard that seemed to come from far away which only resulted in a snort coming from him. He then briefly lifted his head up and his dark eyes scanned around the room. "Why would you approach me? You have no idea whether it's safe to stay with me." Niragi asked in a whisper, his tone suggesting he was ready to leap at someone if he had to. Of course this could mean more pain, but pain had become the new normal for him.

[recitedemise]

There are so many personalities, perhaps a number flirting closer to a million or several. In that end, to grasp them all, one has better start learning, devouring all manner of manual and tomes. However, never one to be bested, Miraak trudges on admirably, and to credit, discreet as ever, Gale had hardly noticed.

But then, in all fairness, they, sat together, had technically just met. He hadn't known Miraak before, the man he'd grown to be when battered with solitude. Gale hadn't flavored his distrust or the quality of those men that had come here before him, and so, Miraak plunging longly in that study of biology? To Gale, it all seemed part and parcel with his hunger to learn. Surely, he little meant to suss him, learning how to treat this wizard in his tailored-fine velvets. Even Gale, half a peacock, wouldn't dare to assume a thought so flattering, but gods preserve him, Gale, unlike Miraak, isn't anywhere near as subtle. Even more so, Gale, unlike Miraak, is gleefully talkative.

After all, some studies, he would happily wager, are better learned beyond the pages of leather-clad books. This is where they differ, a stark chasm in their beings that would rival a ravine. Even after his isolation, Gale would jump oh so willingly into bartering words. He's a...fondness in him still, a sort of honeyed-up soul his rot couldn't conquer. It makes him honestly kind, stubbornly affable regardless if the day would strike him harder, and -- well, he's a mortal thing, too, simple with his wants and his vulnerable heart. Scholars long for knowledge in their hours with their books, but to his core, it was connection that Gale felt starved of the most.

It's a secret. And so, perhaps they've a pretense that they both will nurse.

Stirring, Gale looks to the page that Miraak thumbs on open. He looks to it, seeing little beyond words and a half-scrabbled image of some drawing of Atmora. It's conjecture a best, so shrouded in uncertainty and mystery as it is. It's a bygone era, and sadder still, an echo of a time with whom but one soul can hear. Gale listens to Miraak, their gazes locking as his host, his friend, shares a little of himself. Gale's heart folds a little, that emeralding glow freckling soft in his eyes. Like earth and moss and leaves upon the peat... Loneliness. Not for the first time, he thinks there's not a man more lonely.

"I hale from Waterdeep," he offers, "not so ancestral admittedly, but no less the hotbed for culture and aspiring innovations." He conjures up an image. "I live at her docks, surrounded always with waters as she winks with the sunrise. In the morning, I would smell the stirring of the bakeries preparing for the early birds, and at night, I would watch the stars where they would glimmer the proudest and brightest." Full and alive. There and present. The mirage before them twinkles like an ocean with a breeze, and Gale, looking up, gauges his companion.

Miraak... "How long have you been here?" / @bendwill, continued from here.

[unalloyedkindness]

Delicate fingers caress the golden petals of a particular sort of lily; the kind which, in days long by, used to adorn his hair and bring joy to his heart. He recalls picking them up wherever he went; the golden capital that had been his childhood home, the town of Sellia while paying a visit to the one who would go on to be his consort, the frigid yet beautiful snowfields outside his Haligtree.

Now, though, there is no feeling in his heart as he gazes upon the flower. It is just that: a pretty flower, no more and no less. He can remember the excitement he once felt every time he'd happen upon one of these lilies - that feeling remains untarnished in his memory - yet now... it is a dulled, vague sort of interest that passes as quick as it comes.

A sigh, soft and barely noticeable, escapes him. Pale golden eyes flutter closed, and he allows the flower to fall from his fingers, the gold of its petals shimmering against the white of his dress.

...It is another beautiful day in the voyage guided by compassion. One in which its god is none too emotional, none too passionate, and none too wanting.

Yet the god can remember a time in which he had been all those things. And although he does not regret his decisions leading up to this point, cannot regret his decisions leading up to this point... he cannot help but wonder, not for the first time, what it would be like if he could still feel joy every time he so much as happened upon a golden lily in the wild.

[fstbmp-a]

The teenager rifles through his overcoat pockets, pulling out a bobby pin and small screwdriver. A glance around, crouching down to begin picking at the lock to the storage room while the coast seemed clear.

[stainedpast]

❝ Met the dinosaurs? Come on, I said ancient, yes, but not that ancient. ❞ A pause, a playful smile. ❝ Just almost. ❞

[antiqsvchotic]

for sam winchesters

she  is  holding  a  birthday  cake  for  sam  and  singing  happy  birthday,  thank  yew.

[hero-of-skies]

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[mannythejaguar]

Spring Mischief + Full Moon Magic Anon Effect: Rule #63

Manny wondered if the council knew what they were doing scheduling an event like Spring Mischief in tandem with a full moon. Both situations provoked a level of chaos individually that he firmly believed shouldn't be combined. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth shut and left for his night shift that evening with his mind clear from any other magical effects. Being physically male or female wouldn't affect him performing his duties as a guard.

The castle grounds were oddly much more peaceful at night, the full moon casting a silvery light upon it for visibility and the occasional howl echoing from the trees. Everyone was inside as ordered per the curfew save for the wolves that had been released. Some of the werewolves were, well, werewolves and knew what they were doing mostly... the issue was the ones who had been temporarily transformed into lycans at what he considered to be the worst possible timing.

Manny heard a crunch of a footstep nearby and immediately stopped in his tracks, all of his senses honed in on the source of it. "Who's there?" he called, metaphorical hackles raised. "You really shouldn't be out here at this hour."

@krovscastlestarters