barely. been struggling day to day because of these BITCHES but I’ve been surviving
( Yes, I am still alive and well! Just took a little hiatus as I have been a very busy person as of late due to needing to handle various hectic situations in my personal life alongside health struggles. I will be more active on this blog in the following days / weeks and will build more on Cam’s character and story as compensation for leaving you guys on ghost. Hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves! <3 )
[UPDATING SOON. I'LL DECORATE AND ADD MORE TO THE SHEET, I'M JUST RELEASING IT EARLY.]
THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY. I ACTUALLY DROP IT. WIP.
"-The night has no mercy, and neither do I. Your fate is sealed in it's eternal shadow."
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Full name - Midnight Moon
Nicknames - Midnight, Moon, Night, Moonlight, Moonie, Moony, Muffin Room, Mid, Luna, Twelve, IDIOT, LUNATIC, 12:00 AM, Satellite [<3] (Midnight doesn't care about what you call him.)
Age - 22
Gender - Male
Pronouns - He/him
Height - 6'7 (NO THIS ISN'T A SIX SEVEN JOKE.), 15'8 in his angel form.
Sexuality - Bisexual
Nationality - Australian
Religion - Day_Skyism, Daisyism. (Dual religious belonging/Religious syncretism)
Species - Angel
Scent - Depends. He can give off the scent of anything. Sometimes he'll smell like:
• cigaretes and alcohol;
• rotting flesh;
• moonflowers:
And other similar things. People tend to describe different scents.
Birthday - March 14th
Main weapon - His dagger
Favorite color - Blue
Powers - [WIP]
• Eclipseborn
Midnight possesses an unexpected and formidable strength that surges precisely at 12:00 a.m. His power intensifies at the stroke of midnight, making him a force to be reckoned with.
• Nightspire
Midnight holds the power to drag the world into night, no matter the hour. As he activates the shift, the sky begins to flicker-day and night flashing over one another like a broken reel of time. Shadows lengthen, colors dim, and the sun falters in the sky. Then, in one final pulse, daylight vanishes, leaving behind a sky cloaked in stars and silence. Night has fallen—by his will alone.
• Shadowstride
With a whispered chant, Midnight bends space and time, granting himself the power to teleport to any place, at any moment, without limitation. Whether by will or touch, he can take others with him - or send them away on their own.
Weaknesses - Distrust of others, lack of self-care, discomfort with vulnerability, difficulty accepting help, inability to let go of grudges, low frustration tolerance.
Hobbies - Drawing, building, playing his violin, singing, hosting his gameshow.
Lives - Despite being rich, Midnight chooses to live in a pretty small apartment. He finds it cozy.
Favorite snacks/food - Cinnamon rolls, butter (yes, an actual block of butter).
Blood color - Red (Nothing special.)
Favorite music genre - Jazz, Electro swing
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[I have two playlists. One is based on the type of vibe I, personally, think he gives off (the way he acts, his personality.), while the other is full of songs that he'd actually listen to.]
[They're still being worked on, more songs will be added.]
Vibes:
Midnight's Personal Playlist:
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• Midnight's eye can shift into the shape of a crescent moon—a subtle transformation that flickers a few times before settling. He usually triggers it when he's either bored or excited.
.-*
• Midnight struggles to display affection. He has his own ways of showing it:
▪︎ Giving out his playing cards - he views his cards as super valuable things. If you receive a card from him, consider yourself lucky. He's almost never given any of his cards out;
▪︎ Standing on one's head - not that rare. He does it alot.
.-*
• Midnight tends to imitate the motions of his dove. (Bowing, head tilting, ect.).
•He can reflect sunlight. Just like the actual moon. Whenever he does, Midnight starts glowing. It can be faint, and it can be bright.
• Midnight lives in a huge city. The people there know him as a famous gameshow host, as to why he dresses completely black whenever he's out in the city - he doesn't always want to be recognized.
• Midnight doesn't like to admit that he's in the wrong. He'll look for any reason to blame someone else, even if it's completely unrelated. If he loses an argument, he'll either attack the person he's arguing with, or he'll start fake crying to gain sympathy from the others around him.
• Midnight loves his violin. He's been playing it for years and has grown to create his own songs which he keeps to himself as he is overly embarrassed of them. He rarely ever plays the violin near others, but even if he does, they're mostly covers of already existing songs.
• Midnight's pretty rich. Very rich actually. I mean, he owns an entire gameshow. That already counts for something.
Relations
! This is how Midnight sees everyone. If any of the ranks seem innacurate, they're accurate in his own eyes. Also, I couldn't bother to add percentages. !
[Not all of these are accurate. There's a good chance he's lying.]
! If you wanna be ADDED or REMOVED, please tell me ^_^ !
Family:
•Painty/Author (Parent figure) (Target - ✘) - "-... God, I can't stand them. They piss me off so bad."
Friends + bestfriends:
•Daisy Bell (Wonderful Friend) (Target - ✘) - "-She's such an incredible friend - I feel lucky just getting to talk to her. I've known Daisy for quite a while. I hope she sees me as a friend too. I'm worried about her health, I hope she gets better.."
•Gratifying Days (Bestfriend, Frenemy) (Target - ???) -
"-... He's dangerous, no doubt. Although l've got to say, Grat's proven to be a surprisingly good friend. Still, I can't help but miss the power I once held over him at Entitled Heaven. Those were some good times. We.. get into arguments often. But, we solve them! : )"
•Ebro4 (Wonderful Friend) (Target - ✘) -
"-Somewhat a threat. I mean, he has a whole millitia. Same as Grat, he's a great friend.. Can't say much. He's cool. Oh, the other E-brotherhood members are pretty nice too. I like em'."
•Asa Hartz (Bestfriend) (Target - ✘) - "-Нm..
Oh, oh! She helps me alot.. I love being her bestfriend, I hope we stay bestfriends forever. She shows me the stars too! She's really nice. .. I can't help but feel that I act too cold towards her. I want the best for her, I just can't express it."
•Zailyn Bell (Bestfriend) (Target - ✘) - "-I really enjoyed her show—it was amazing. Honestly, I'm still surprised she even considers me a friend! I don't think l'm one of her best friends, but that's okay. I love standing on her head - it's fun! She always looks out for me, and she's just so kind."
•Star Bell (Bestfriend) (Target - ✘) - They're WONDERFUL! I've known them for quite a bit, and, god, I love them so much. Platonically, of course. I like giving them gifts, and I find it heartwarming that they still care enough to protect me. They judge themselves too much. They're really kind."
•Red Roze (Bestfriend) (Target - ✘) - "-He's.. Interesting, to say the least. I've never, uh.. met someone else like this guy. Besides that, Roze is genuinely really cool. He builds and designs some seriously impressive stuff. He's creative, one-of-a-kind. Also, I like mech things!"
•Rumi the Roomba (Bestfriend) (Target - ✘) - "-I like them! They care for me, and I care for them. I'm glad that I've befriended them. I like robots, too, so this only strengthens my likeness for them. I'm still learning to understand whatever they say."
•Artemis (Wonderful Friend) (Target - ✘) - "-I really miss her. Even if I, ah.. don’t express it alot.. She was really nice to me. I enjoyed her company, and I loved every moment spent with her. She always looked out for me."
•Rose (Wonderful Friend) (Target - ???) - "-She's entertaining. Known her for a while, I'd say. She always takes me on some sorta journey. Rose always cares for me, too. I try to help her whenever she needs assistance aswell."
•Pixie (Friend) (Target - ✘) - "-.. I don't have a strong opinion. She's unique.. I suppose her being a ringmaster is quite cool, I won't even lie. Besides all of that, ehhh, she seems.. Very enthusiastic. I should talk to her more."
•Harunii (Friend) (Target - ✘) - "-Harunii seem really sweet. : ) I mean it. I don’t talk to her very often, but in all of our interactions she's been nothing but friendly and kind toward me."
Romance:
•Cam (Boyfriend) (Target - ✘) - "-I love him. I really love him. I don’t say it enough - I don’t show it enough - but he means the world to me. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without him. I couldn’t have dreamed of a better man! I need to get him more gifts or something.. I try to support him, protect him… He makes me laugh, and I truly adore him. I could listen to him talk for hours, and.. ghhh, I’m out of words! I wish I knew how to express this love better.. I’m.. really not that great at it. But thinking about him makes me feel so warm, so full! I didn’t really like him as much before - but I take it all back. He’s incredible. And sometimes I just wonder… what does he even see in me? He should take that fucking mask off more frequently, I wanna admire his beauty. Heheheheh I love cuddleshehehe"
Enemies:
•Serelith Vitaelle ("Bestfriend", Enemy) (Target - ✔) - "-[You try to find anything, but only get static.]"
Pets:
• Owns a bird, specifically a dove which he named Nyx. Nyx can actually speak, and they both tend to gossip and whisper to each other about the people surrounding them. Midnight views Nyx as his daughter, trying everything he can just to please her.
• Midnight had been gifted a black cat by Ell during halloween. He named the cat Noctis.
His archivist and serial photovideographer boyfriend stood there, looking at Midnight as he creaked the door open. He took a step back upon seeing his state, seeming a little unnerved. He shook his head a bit, and looked at Midnight, telling him-
“… Let me in. I want to talk to you about something.”
Cam quietly made his way inside, walking past Midnight as he sat on the couch, looking at him for quite a while.
“… First and foremost … why don’t you have a shirt on. Second … what … what happened …”
Cam asked, motioning to Midnight in his entirety with his hand, his expression and his body showing a drastic change from how he normally saw his boyfriend.
"-... Sorry for being comfortable in my own apartment, I guess.. Sorry- That's rude, I'm really sorry. I can put a shirt on if it's making you uncomfortable. My bad."
* Midnight stares at the floor, embarrassed. From his expression, it's pretty easy to tell that he wasn't wearing his shirt just because he was "comfortable" as he claimed.
* He tried to move both of his hands to his stomach area to hide something without Cam noticing, but, well. Didn't really work out.
- Was he cutting himself earlier? -
* He remains quiet refusing to answer the second question.
Cam sighed a bit, looking disapprovingly at Midnight.
Almost as if … He were JUDGING him …
“… You know I wouldn’t complain about something like that, love. But look at yourself. You look … you look like you … you’re …”
…
“… You’re hurt. Badly.”
He couldn’t think of a clever joke to say here. This was just genuinely upsetting.
He noticed Midnight’s hands pressed to his stomach, his eyes damn near turning slit, like a cat ready to fight.
With a grip stronger than even he thought he could muster, he began to try to pull the hands off of Midnight’s stomach, not saying anything, just focused.
Cam looked at the scars, his pupils shrinking to damn-near non-existence. He stared for an uncomfortably long time, hands slowly gripping harsher and harsher into Midnight’s hands, almost as if he were about to rip the flesh off of them.
“… why? …”
He quietly mumbled out, tears slowly oozing from his own eyes, unable to look away from the mutilated stomach of his lover, hands gripped so tight into Midnight’s, that they’d have to be cut off to let go of Midnight’s hands.
Cam was thinking a million thoughts in seconds.
I told you to tell me when you needed help.
Am I not enough?
Who did this to you.
Why can’t I ever help those I love?
Am I the cause of this?
What could I have done to stop you?
Why do you hurt yourself so much when you know it hurts me too.
… Cam seems catatonic, sat there, motionless, unspeaking, stiff, still holding tightly onto Midnight’s hands with a death grip, as if the deity would cease to exist if he let go. It was almost as if this sight had killed him, and he were going into rigourmortis.
* Midnight feels guilty. So guilty. He looks over at Cam.
"-.. I'm really sorry.. I couldn't.."
* He cuts himself off. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so bad.. He really is an issue. None of this would've happened if Midnight would've just. Never talked to anyone. Ever. He's right. He's only causing more damage than warmth to his friends. Midnight's a monster.
* He finally breaks into tears, unable to control himself. He's so sorry. He wouldn't have to see his lover crying if he just. Didn't exist. Maybe Cam would've been better off without him.
After another minute of silence, Cam pulled Midnight into a tight hug. Any tighter, Cam might break the poor guy’s back. He pressed his face into his chest, tears still rolling as he quietly mumbled out-
“… I’m … not mad at you … just … I … I c-could’ve stopped this … is it me? … am I causing you this much pain? …”
… Midnight wouldn’t tell him what was going on most times he started behaving erratically, and … well, isolation leaves you with the darkest parts of your mind. He had begun to believe that he was the cause of this.
“… come with me … let me bandage you up …”
He told the taller male, trying to help him off the couch.
Cam, calm the fuck down. He needs you right now. You can’t be acting like this.
He mumbled to Midnight to not apologise, helping him to the bathroom, where all the medical supplies were.
He washed out the wounds with soap and water, using some peroxide afterwards to kill whatever bacteria was still there.
He took the bandage-wrap out, and began to roll it across Midnight’s stomach, muttering to himself how this wasn’t his fault, and that someone would answer for this injustice towards HIS satellite.
He told the pale snow-bunny from parts unknown, finishing up the bandage-wrap. He sat on one knee, looking at Midnight with a solemn expression.
“… you were clean for five weeks. That’s a new record, but uhm … why? What happened? … I promise I’m not mad at you, but can you please … just, for once, tell me what’s going on?”
His archivist and serial photovideographer boyfriend stood there, looking at Midnight as he creaked the door open. He took a step back upon seeing his state, seeming a little unnerved. He shook his head a bit, and looked at Midnight, telling him-
“… Let me in. I want to talk to you about something.”
Cam quietly made his way inside, walking past Midnight as he sat on the couch, looking at him for quite a while.
“… First and foremost … why don’t you have a shirt on. Second … what … what happened …”
Cam asked, motioning to Midnight in his entirety with his hand, his expression and his body showing a drastic change from how he normally saw his boyfriend.
"-... Sorry for being comfortable in my own apartment, I guess.. Sorry- That's rude, I'm really sorry. I can put a shirt on if it's making you uncomfortable. My bad."
* Midnight stares at the floor, embarrassed. From his expression, it's pretty easy to tell that he wasn't wearing his shirt just because he was "comfortable" as he claimed.
* He tried to move both of his hands to his stomach area to hide something without Cam noticing, but, well. Didn't really work out.
- Was he cutting himself earlier? -
* He remains quiet refusing to answer the second question.
Cam sighed a bit, looking disapprovingly at Midnight.
Almost as if … He were JUDGING him …
“… You know I wouldn’t complain about something like that, love. But look at yourself. You look … you look like you … you’re …”
…
“… You’re hurt. Badly.”
He couldn’t think of a clever joke to say here. This was just genuinely upsetting.
He noticed Midnight’s hands pressed to his stomach, his eyes damn near turning slit, like a cat ready to fight.
With a grip stronger than even he thought he could muster, he began to try to pull the hands off of Midnight’s stomach, not saying anything, just focused.
Cam looked at the scars, his pupils shrinking to damn-near non-existence. He stared for an uncomfortably long time, hands slowly gripping harsher and harsher into Midnight’s hands, almost as if he were about to rip the flesh off of them.
“… why? …”
He quietly mumbled out, tears slowly oozing from his own eyes, unable to look away from the mutilated stomach of his lover, hands gripped so tight into Midnight’s, that they’d have to be cut off to let go of Midnight’s hands.
Cam was thinking a million thoughts in seconds.
I told you to tell me when you needed help.
Am I not enough?
Who did this to you.
Why can’t I ever help those I love?
Am I the cause of this?
What could I have done to stop you?
Why do you hurt yourself so much when you know it hurts me too.
… Cam seems catatonic, sat there, motionless, unspeaking, stiff, still holding tightly onto Midnight’s hands with a death grip, as if the deity would cease to exist if he let go. It was almost as if this sight had killed him, and he were going into rigourmortis.
* Midnight feels guilty. So guilty. He looks over at Cam.
"-.. I'm really sorry.. I couldn't.."
* He cuts himself off. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so bad.. He really is an issue. None of this would've happened if Midnight would've just. Never talked to anyone. Ever. He's right. He's only causing more damage than warmth to his friends. Midnight's a monster.
* He finally breaks into tears, unable to control himself. He's so sorry. He wouldn't have to see his lover crying if he just. Didn't exist. Maybe Cam would've been better off without him.
After another minute of silence, Cam pulled Midnight into a tight hug. Any tighter, Cam might break the poor guy’s back. He pressed his face into his chest, tears still rolling as he quietly mumbled out-
“… I’m … not mad at you … just … I … I c-could’ve stopped this … is it me? … am I causing you this much pain? …”
… Midnight wouldn’t tell him what was going on most times he started behaving erratically, and … well, isolation leaves you with the darkest parts of your mind. He had begun to believe that he was the cause of this.
“… come with me … let me bandage you up …”
He told the taller male, trying to help him off the couch.
Cam, calm the fuck down. He needs you right now. You can’t be acting like this.
He mumbled to Midnight to not apologise, helping him to the bathroom, where all the medical supplies were.
He washed out the wounds with soap and water, using some peroxide afterwards to kill whatever bacteria was still there.
He took the bandage-wrap out, and began to roll it across Midnight’s stomach, muttering to himself how this wasn’t his fault, and that someone would answer for this injustice towards HIS satellite.
His archivist and serial photovideographer boyfriend stood there, looking at Midnight as he creaked the door open. He took a step back upon seeing his state, seeming a little unnerved. He shook his head a bit, and looked at Midnight, telling him-
“… Let me in. I want to talk to you about something.”
Cam quietly made his way inside, walking past Midnight as he sat on the couch, looking at him for quite a while.
“… First and foremost … why don’t you have a shirt on. Second … what … what happened …”
Cam asked, motioning to Midnight in his entirety with his hand, his expression and his body showing a drastic change from how he normally saw his boyfriend.
"-... Sorry for being comfortable in my own apartment, I guess.. Sorry- That's rude, I'm really sorry. I can put a shirt on if it's making you uncomfortable. My bad."
* Midnight stares at the floor, embarrassed. From his expression, it's pretty easy to tell that he wasn't wearing his shirt just because he was "comfortable" as he claimed.
* He tried to move both of his hands to his stomach area to hide something without Cam noticing, but, well. Didn't really work out.
- Was he cutting himself earlier? -
* He remains quiet refusing to answer the second question.
Cam sighed a bit, looking disapprovingly at Midnight.
Almost as if … He were JUDGING him …
“… You know I wouldn’t complain about something like that, love. But look at yourself. You look … you look like you … you’re …”
…
“… You’re hurt. Badly.”
He couldn’t think of a clever joke to say here. This was just genuinely upsetting.
He noticed Midnight’s hands pressed to his stomach, his eyes damn near turning slit, like a cat ready to fight.
With a grip stronger than even he thought he could muster, he began to try to pull the hands off of Midnight’s stomach, not saying anything, just focused.
Cam looked at the scars, his pupils shrinking to damn-near non-existence. He stared for an uncomfortably long time, hands slowly gripping harsher and harsher into Midnight’s hands, almost as if he were about to rip the flesh off of them.
“… why? …”
He quietly mumbled out, tears slowly oozing from his own eyes, unable to look away from the mutilated stomach of his lover, hands gripped so tight into Midnight’s, that they’d have to be cut off to let go of Midnight’s hands.
Cam was thinking a million thoughts in seconds.
I told you to tell me when you needed help.
Am I not enough?
Who did this to you.
Why can’t I ever help those I love?
Am I the cause of this?
What could I have done to stop you?
Why do you hurt yourself so much when you know it hurts me too.
… Cam seems catatonic, sat there, motionless, unspeaking, stiff, still holding tightly onto Midnight’s hands with a death grip, as if the deity would cease to exist if he let go. It was almost as if this sight had killed him, and he were going into rigourmortis.
* Midnight feels guilty. So guilty. He looks over at Cam.
"-.. I'm really sorry.. I couldn't.."
* He cuts himself off. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so bad.. He really is an issue. None of this would've happened if Midnight would've just. Never talked to anyone. Ever. He's right. He's only causing more damage than warmth to his friends. Midnight's a monster.
* He finally breaks into tears, unable to control himself. He's so sorry. He wouldn't have to see his lover crying if he just. Didn't exist. Maybe Cam would've been better off without him.
After another minute of silence, Cam pulled Midnight into a tight hug. Any tighter, Cam might break the poor guy’s back. He pressed his face into his chest, tears still rolling as he quietly mumbled out-
“… I’m … not mad at you … just … I … I c-could’ve stopped this … is it me? … am I causing you this much pain? …”
… Midnight wouldn’t tell him what was going on most times he started behaving erratically, and … well, isolation leaves you with the darkest parts of your mind. He had begun to believe that he was the cause of this.
“… come with me … let me bandage you up …”
He told the taller male, trying to help him off the couch.
His archivist and serial photovideographer boyfriend stood there, looking at Midnight as he creaked the door open. He took a step back upon seeing his state, seeming a little unnerved. He shook his head a bit, and looked at Midnight, telling him-
“… Let me in. I want to talk to you about something.”
Cam quietly made his way inside, walking past Midnight as he sat on the couch, looking at him for quite a while.
“… First and foremost … why don’t you have a shirt on. Second … what … what happened …”
Cam asked, motioning to Midnight in his entirety with his hand, his expression and his body showing a drastic change from how he normally saw his boyfriend.
"-... Sorry for being comfortable in my own apartment, I guess.. Sorry- That's rude, I'm really sorry. I can put a shirt on if it's making you uncomfortable. My bad."
* Midnight stares at the floor, embarrassed. From his expression, it's pretty easy to tell that he wasn't wearing his shirt just because he was "comfortable" as he claimed.
* He tried to move both of his hands to his stomach area to hide something without Cam noticing, but, well. Didn't really work out.
- Was he cutting himself earlier? -
* He remains quiet refusing to answer the second question.
Cam sighed a bit, looking disapprovingly at Midnight.
Almost as if … He were JUDGING him …
“… You know I wouldn’t complain about something like that, love. But look at yourself. You look … you look like you … you’re …”
…
“… You’re hurt. Badly.”
He couldn’t think of a clever joke to say here. This was just genuinely upsetting.
He noticed Midnight’s hands pressed to his stomach, his eyes damn near turning slit, like a cat ready to fight.
With a grip stronger than even he thought he could muster, he began to try to pull the hands off of Midnight’s stomach, not saying anything, just focused.
Cam looked at the scars, his pupils shrinking to damn-near non-existence. He stared for an uncomfortably long time, hands slowly gripping harsher and harsher into Midnight’s hands, almost as if he were about to rip the flesh off of them.
“… why? …”
He quietly mumbled out, tears slowly oozing from his own eyes, unable to look away from the mutilated stomach of his lover, hands gripped so tight into Midnight’s, that they’d have to be cut off to let go of Midnight’s hands.
Cam was thinking a million thoughts in seconds.
I told you to tell me when you needed help.
Am I not enough?
Who did this to you.
Why can’t I ever help those I love?
Am I the cause of this?
What could I have done to stop you?
Why do you hurt yourself so much when you know it hurts me too.
… Cam seems catatonic, sat there, motionless, unspeaking, stiff, still holding tightly onto Midnight’s hands with a death grip, as if the deity would cease to exist if he let go. It was almost as if this sight had killed him, and he were going into rigourmortis.
