mmidnight

Midnight's Interest Checks! [High Casual/Low Advanced]

Updated on 12/3

Hey, thanks for checking out my thread <3

A little about me, you can call me Midnight or Halo and I'm a girl. I'm twenty-three and I've been roleplaying since sixteen. I started out with Harry Potter on a different website and branched out from there to tumblr where I had a brief stint as Jason Todd. After that, I took a break due to a slump and now I'm searching for RP partners!

About Me/Preferences
- I prefer to roleplay through threads.
- I'm able to reply every day or every other day. If it takes longer than that, I'll PM you or post in OOC. I would appreciate it if my partner did the same.
- Please be at least eighteen or older.
- I use smut as a plot device, and I usually fade to black just because it kind of bores me to write out the entire act. If you're insistent on needing smut, we'll go to PMs but I'd prefer not to play any game that revolves around mature content.
- Comfortable with all pairings—MF, MM, FF.
- I play both genders and you should too.
- I play more men than women and have for years. My females are weaker despite being one myself, so I take the opportunity to play women when I can so that I can improve.
- I'll double when necessary. If I'm playing a man, I don't need you to be play a man as well just to satisfy some weird, romance quota. Adding in non-NPC side characters is fine.
- Roleplays about A to B romance is boring and I won't do it. There has to be other things going on.
- I love to brainstorm and create things with my partners and you should too. I feel awkward whenever I'm the only one suggesting things.
- I'd like three to four paragraphs per post from my partner and I'll do my best to match whatever I'm given. Length doesn't factor into a good RP, imo.
- Proper spelling, grammar and structure are a must.
- Don't godmod me.
- If you have an issue OOC, if I piss you off, if you don't like the direction the RP is going, tell me! I like for my partners to be happy.
- Have fun!

Things I have zero interest in

- Mpreg
- Anime
- MLP
- Superwholock
- Avengers
- Loki
- Excessive smut and gore
- Any kind of talking animals or furries
- Pairings where one character is a minor and the other is an adult

I'm sorry if that was a lot to take in!

One more thing, because I didn't want that list to get too big. When it comes to most fandoms, nine times out of ten I'll choose to play a canon character. Playing something already established is easier for me than plunking a blank slate into a universe they might not fit. If we're going to RP in a fandom world, I'd prefer my partner also play a canon character. It's my preference to not mix canon/OC. If you're not the canon type, I'll gladly do OC/OC with you.

My Writing Samples
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Please link me to a writing sample if you have one <3
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Anyting with a * is something I'm craving. Fandoms without a hider means I'll take a shot at anyone.

Fandoms
- Harry Potter

I play...

Godric Gryffindor, Gellert Grindelwald, Tom Riddle, Sirius Black, James Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Narcissa Black, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter

- nu!Star Trek

I play...

Jim Kirk, Carol Marcus, Nyota Uhura

- The Hunger Games

I play...

Primrose, Madge, Haymitch, Peeta, Finnick

- DC Comics

I play...

Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, batman!Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli, Stephanie Brown, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry, Hal Jordan

- Pacific Rim
- Manhattan
- Chicago P.D*

I play...

Erin Lindsay

Settings/Worlds/Themes
- Vampires vs Werewolves (non-Twilight)
- A Vampire Coven
- A house like the one from season 1 of American Horror Story
- Mental Hospital
- Unstoppable Impending Doom
- Dance/Art (Ballerina, performing arts school)
- Slice of Life
- Horror
- Ghosts
- Hospital Ward
- WWII Era (non-combat)
- Clones/Doppelganger/Replacements*
- Small Town Murder
- Resurrection (not zombies)*
- Rival Scientists

Plots

-Human/Demon

Take Two

This is a repost of an idea that I really liked. Here is the first post and this is the character I came up with. The first time around didn't get very far so we have a chance to make this our own! Basically, Hannah owns a secondhand book store and receives a book inhabited by a demon. Said demon is being punished for being a fuckass. Long story short, she's now the owner of a demon. I'd like this to be a mixture of comedy and seriousness with perhaps a little bit of romance thrown in down the line. I'm very open to ideas!

Special
- Holiday Slice of Life
- Holiday fandom AU's

Thanks for reading! If you see something you like, or you can think of something I might like, please send me a PM instead of posting here. I'd like to keep this clean for updates!

Buying Life [Shoshin and mmidnight]

Sounds good to me :3

Beyond a Fire's Embers

I hope my post was okay! I'm still getting into the swing of Prim and Haymitch, so bear with me! I might go back and read Catching Fire just to get a feel for him.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Ever since Katniss had volunteered for her at the Reaping, Primrose Everdeen had been weighted down by guilt, and living with the overwhelming sense of knowing she should be dead. The 74th Hunger Games were meant to take her life, her name had been drawn from the bowl, and she had only taken a few hesitant steps toward Effie Trinket on stage before the desperate and frantic scream of her sister interrupted everything. The young blonde didn't know how she was supposed to express her gratitude to her older sister, nor convey the overwhelming sense of relief in her heart when she watched Katniss and Peeta Mellark win the games and defy the Capitol all at once. Their homecoming was bittersweet, the house in the Victor's Village was cold, and Katniss wasn't the same. It wasn't supposed to be this way—this wasn't living, it was simply existing.

The winter day was harsh and cold with a chill in the air that kissed the windows, causing the glass to frost over from the outside in. Prim was in the kitchen, working dutifully on a stew while Katniss was out with Gale in the wilds beyond 12. That was one thing that hadn't changed, and Prim was happy to know that Katniss still took joy out of something. Admittedly, she wasn't an easy person to get along with, but Prim took her older sister for what she was, and loved her more than she could say. After what she had been through, Katniss deserved something normal and Gale had been a constant in their lives for as long as anyone could remember.

“Smells good,” Mrs. Everdeen smiled softly, having lifted the heavy metal lid from the pot on the stove. Steam wafted lazily into the air, and Prim turned back from the window with an equally soft expression. She had been working on her cooking for quite some time, and although it wasn't anywhere near as good as something her mother or Katniss could whip up, she thought it was coming along just fine.

“It's ready now, but a few more hours would do it well,” the blonde mentioned, crossing the kitchen to take a taste from the pot. The rabbit went nicely with the root vegetables, and the stew was sure to be satisfying after a long day out in the cold. They had fresh bread as well, and Prim was looking forward to a nice dinner with her family. The occasion wasn't exactly something to celebrate, but this was the first year of the Hunger Games that Katniss guaranteed to be safe, and Prim thought was as good a reason as any to have a special meal.

With only Buttercup to keep her company, Prim occupied herself with tending to her cooking, feeding the cat a few scraps here or there and humming to herself. She was anxious for the Hunger Games announcement from President Snow that evening, but did her best to put it out of her mind. Soon enough, the sound of heavy boots coming up the steps piqued her interest and Prim looked out the window to see if it was only Katniss who had come home. She wasn't surprised to see Gale in tow behind her sister, and assumed that he would be staying for lunch and dinner. Ever since they had moved houses, out of the Seam and into the Victor's Village, Gale had been over a lot more. It was the least they could do for him, considering what a help he had always been.

After Prim listened to Katniss dismissing Peeta for the hundredth time that week, the kitchen soon filled up again. The blonde girl turned away from the stove, appreciating Gale's compliment as he gave Buttercup all of the attention the cat often craved. In the same breath, Gale invited her to come hunting with himself and Katniss, and Prim couldn't hold back her laughter. She was awful in the wild, dreadful in every sense of the word and the few times that she had gone with Gale while Katniss had been away had been pathetic. The patience he had with her had been astounding, and his sincerity never failed to produce a brief flutter in her chest for the huntsman.

“I--” she began, only to shut her mouth when Katniss interjected.

It was silly of her to think that Gale belonged to anyone but Katniss. In spite of what had happened with Peeta in the Hunger Games, Prim knew her sister, and she knew of the connection that she had with the other boy from the Seam. Peeta was nice, a good person, but he wasn't Gale. Anyone who thought to stand beside either of them and hope to catch an eye was a fool. Besides, Prim had always been on the outside looking in when it came to Gale and Katniss. They were so similar, in personality, in interests and in life where Prim was more inclined to braid hair than shoot an arrow from a bow, or identify a plant than set a trap for a squirrel.

Silly.

“There's plenty here,” Prim piped up, finally finding her voice through the sudden tenseness of the conversation. “Invite them.” In the months since the conclusion of the Games, Prim had grown increasingly worried for Haymitch and Peeta, both men now seemed withdrawn, and Haymitch tended to drink more than ever. She knew very little about him, and Katniss may not have considered him a friend, but Prim certainly thought their relationship was close. After all, they were the only three in all of District 12 who could relate to one another, and a bond like that wasn't something to be ignored.

The rest of the afternoon was spent around the house. Prim continued to perfect her stew while taking breaks to tidy up. The move hadn't done much for mother's depression, so the cleaning was often left to the blonde girl. She didn't mind the work, and the only time it became a problem was when it came to cleaning up after Katniss's muddy booths on a freshly swept floor, or finding squirrel fur in places that it had no business being—the corners of the living room, or under the kitchen table. Chores kept her busy, and when Prim was busy, she wasn't feeling guilty.

Every seat in the living room was occupied, and Haymitch sat draped in a cozy armchair, largely ignoring his dinner in favor of white liquor. He continued to drink through the announcement, unimpressed and apathetic to Panem's anthem, and even more unmoved by President Snow's speech until the theme of the years Quarter Quell was announced—they were obviously going for torture that year. It made the weathered man sick in the pit of his stomach (and it had nothing to do with the alcohol) to think that the number of tributes would be doubled yet again, but twisted in with past victors. There were only three in 12, and both he, Peeta and obviously Katniss knew what that meant.

The plate shattering to the ground brought Prim back to the real world, the sound causing her to flinch as she held her breath. How could the Capitol do this? Why would they? She looked over to Katniss just in time to see the dark-haired girl running from the room. It wasn't fair that she would have to return after just barely getting out, it wasn't fair that 12 only had three Victors. It wasn't fair.

“Katniss, wait!” Prim called, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat and ducked into the kitchen, not wanting to cry in front of the others. Getting emotional was selfish when she hadn't even experienced the terror that Katniss had endured, and in a way, Prim was the one who had sent her sister into the arena. Her name had been called, and Katniss had felt responsible. She was sending her sister to die, and this time, she was sure that the Capitol wouldn't allow a repeat of two Victors. This was terrible, unthinkable, just--

The heavy sound of flesh and bone on the wooden counter top was startling and caused timid Primrose to jump where she stood. Gale was there, looking just as broken up as she felt on the inside. Katniss being gone had been hard on him, and it wasn't fair to anyone to lose her so soon after getting her back. “I'm sorry too,” voice quavering, Prim sighed. “I didn't think this would happen.”

Before she knew it, Prim found herself crushed against Gale's strong chest, able to feel the beating of his heart against her cheek. She closed her eyes as her arms found their way around his middle. The embrace was secure, and somehow, Gale's words seemed true; Katniss would be okay. “You're right,” she agreed, “she's strong.” She managed a laugh at his joke as Gale slipped away from her, and fidgeted with her braid as her eyes drifted to a second presence in the room. Haymitch was there in the doorway, bottle of liquor in his hand and coat already on.

He took a swig from the bottle, “didn't think you'd go after her.”

Whether he was talking to Gale or Prim, she wasn't sure, but Haymitch was soon gone and the front door closed behind him.

There were Katniss-sized footprints in the snow and Haymitch followed alongside them, his own overlapping and zig-zagging here and there as his gait swayed. It didn't take him long for him to find her, and the weary man supposed that he could have followed the sound of her scream, but his senses were dulled and occupied by the drink in his hand. Still, he felt the need to comfort her and obviously come up with a plan to keep Peeta safe. Katniss Everdeen may have been a difficult girl, but she wasn't without merit, and although she could have lived a thousand lifetimes and never deserved Peeta Mellark, the ways she sought to protect him were noble. Haymitch would have done anything for either of them.

“We'll figure it out,” he told her with a groan, bones creaking as he took a seat on a log beside her. “We'll figure it out, we'll get you back here, sweetheart.” The former Victor wasn't sure how, but he would find a way. Snow wasn't going to take this one down if he could help it.

Something In Between That [El Taco Taco and mmidnight]

who knew the anniversary party would come with dinner AND a show!

ba dum tiss...

The Unraveling

The extra color in the sky meant little to Allison, and perhaps if she were more familiar with military tactics or environmental cues, she would have realized that something was wrong. Her background was in medicine, though and knowledge of broken bones or ruptured organs gave little insight or concern to the goings on of the city that stood in the shadow of the mountains. It was more than likely a good thing that the young doctor wasn't aware of what was going on—just one more thing to be frightened of, and she was already worried about walking through the woods that were apparently filled with bears. Plus, there was the looming worry in the pit of her stomach that she would never make it to Portland.

Torsten's joke made her laugh, although it was a mixture of surprise when she noticed all that he was carrying. Perhaps she was underestimating just how long this trip would take, and she certainly was unprepared in comparison. All she had was her clothes from the day before, and flimsy shoes that were perfect for driving in, but horrible for a hike. This wasn't going to be fun, and not even the company was going to make the long walk more enjoyable; tolerable, but not pleasant.

“I think I'll be fine,” she assured the Finn as she followed him into the woods. The terrain wasn't even, but Allison still managed to keep up. She followed along, not faltering when Torsten turned sharply and moved them in a different direction. The change had been abrupt, and the dark-haired woman protested wordlessly with a huff. She didn't feel that she had a reason to complain when Torsten was continuing to be so generous with her. What person would offer to walk her all the way down to Portland after taking her in, cooking her dinner, and giving up their bed? Torsten was a good person, and Allison appreciated him even if she already hated walking through the woods.

Every so often, Allison noticed Torsten would turn around to face her and walk backwards. She didn't know what he was looking for, but it was making her anxious. When Torsten would turn around to continue leading the hike, and keep them on a path, Allison would glance over her shoulder. The only thing she was met with was darkness, thick trees that blocked her view from where she had just been. In the chilly, morning air, her sweater did little to prevent the chill that went up her spine.

“Whoa, forty miles?” she asked, having grossly underestimated the distance. “That's...a lot.” Allison was unsure if she could even walk the ten miles to the Amish settlement, let alone another forty. That was bound to take all day, and possibly all night as well. Frowning, she continued on with him, quelling whatever complaints rose to the surface. “Can we at least walk on the road?” she asked, nearly losing her footing on a dip in the terrain.

Something In Between That [El Taco Taco and mmidnight]

I'm wondering how much of a jerk I should have him be. I feel like he's trying to keep his composure, but any little thing she says could set him off and he'll just be like, OH NOW U WANT TO APOLOGIZE?? GTFO, VICTOIRE I:

poor irrational kids, they need calm down time.

Something In Between That [El Taco Taco and mmidnight]

It's fine!

And poor Vic D: I feel bad for her. I don't think Teddy is going to make it any better.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

shirtless Finnick can be the reward for all of the sadness and pain.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

No problem at all :)