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Local DUMBASS knew what he was getting into and did it anyways. PATHETIC witch boy that manages to be anxious even though NOTHING is wrong.

[augusthex]

laughingstock-ofhell‌:

“Yeah, a snake demon,” Toeth said, pointing to his costume. “The red skin, the black veins, the eyes, everything. Aside from the blue parts, it’s pretty accurate.” Seriously? He should know, given how acquainted his family was with demons. Well, maybe they were giving him too hard a time. The snakes that Toeth had acquainted with weren’t often the ones summoned up to the Earth for the sake of random witches, so perhaps he wasn’t too familiar with them, but still. Toeth was disappointed.

A… a spider man? Now Toeth was interested. Watching him remove his mask, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his face. Okay, a normal human face, but it did have some interesting features. Like… frogs? Toeth didn’t know for sure, and if it weren’t for Alexis muttering random crap in the back of their shared head ( something something August pure nice whatever ), Toeth would have an easier time figuring out what August’s face looked like.

Toeth squeezed their eyes shut, trying to block out what Alexis was shouting back there, and when that didn’t work, they instead welcomed her shouting, if only to decipher what was being said.

August I’m sorry, I’m sorry about my friends just please get out just run before you-

Oh my fuck, Alexis, shut UP!

“What’s a spider man?” Toeth asked, pointing to his costume again, and then to his bucket of… whatever that was. “And why do you have that?”

“Oh! I... I didn’t know how snake demons looked like so...”, he commented quietly as he looked down at his costume. What the hell was a snake demon, though? Probably he could dive into his family’s obscure books and look for a picture or at least a description; yeah, yeah, a description was good, he had a good imagination and maybe an actual image wouldn’t be pretty, he was too much of a coward and his stomach wasn’t as strong.

“Yes, yes! Spider-Man!”, he commented happily, although the girl’s expression seemed puzzled and it just occurred to him that maybe she didn’t know who Spider-Man was. It was weird, yeah, but not everybody had to know... right? There was a weird sensation on his temple, like his magical intuition was trying to tell him something as “Alexis” seem to be having some kind of... headache?

“A--- are you o---?”, but he was interrupted again by the hidden demon in Alexis’ body. “Spider-Man is a superhero. He goes around saving people, he was a normal guy until he got bit by a radioactive spider and got spider powers! He is super strong, agile, can climb walls and can release spider webs from the wrists. He uses all these things to fight the bad guys”, August explained as he jumped around and even hopped on a park bench nearby, letting his inner child have fun with the explanation. Then, he looked down at the candy and felt a blush creep to his face; he was OBVIOUSLY judging him, because let’s be honest, a twenty-two year old in full costume trick-or-treating? August felt the anxiety ball in his chest as he scratched the back of his head and hid the bag behind his back.

“I--- uhm, it’s--- it’s nothing, I just--- this is....”, but how can you hide the fact that you were celebrating Halloween like a child? “Candy is cool, I--- I guess?”

[augusthex]

laughingstock-ofhell‌:

Though Toeth was not the most advanced or the most powerful of demons, they could still sense dark energies present on Earth, from dark wicked to other wicked souls. How would one describe it? A certain aura, Toeth thought. They could tell which souls held a certain rot within them, and which seemed to possess the horrid sort of light that would make Angels jealous. The first party they attended, in a large, fancy house right atop Rosehill, was full of the delightful sort of sickly energy Toeth craved, spiritual hands dripping with their sins. The second time they sensed it, they had been walking along a sidewalk when they stopped by a strange black house, thinking that whatever was inside would welcome them with open arms. I should make a point to stop by again, Toeth thought, making no effort to mask their intentions from Alexis’ active spirit. It was at that time when Toeth saw a person covered in red leaving the house, almost skipping along. Was he… was he like anything that likely dwelled within the black house? Toeth assumed not, for they couldn’t detect anything devilish about him.

Coincidentally, while away from the black house, they saw the red-covered boy again. This time, he was counting something he had collected in his bag. Having observed what people did tonight, Toeth assumed whatever he was counting he got when he joined the townsfolk in going door to door to get some type of goodie. What a strange thing it was, to catch this seemingly full-of-light boy alone in the dark.

A stranger thing it was for this boy to compliment Alexis’ stupid witch costume, but here they were, turning around to face the boy and replay him for it.

“Thanks,” Toeth said, pulling from what they observed mortal social customs to be. Something about his voice tickled at Alexis’ memory, which in turn sparked Toeth’s curiosity. So, for a brief moment, they dove in, just to see what his voice hinted at. Hmm… something about school? Having met before? Something about living with “demon people” which is actually kind of intriguing. Toeth didn’t get the most accurate reading, on account of the fact that they were only skimming the surface. It didn’t help that when Toeth did this, Alexis’ body would end up in an odd standstill, the girl’s piercing blue eyes holding a weird, glazed over look.

Good thing that look went as quickly as it came, otherwise he might ask questions.

“Anyone comment on your red snake demon look?” No really, nice look. The weird, pointed white eyes and red skin on the boy’s costume reminded Toeth a little bit of the red demons who wrapped themselves around tortured souls like boa constrictors. Specifically, one runt of his kin who had shown Toeth different parts of his department in exchange for some nifty tools Toeth had made. Funky little guy. “Where’d you get the idea, hmm? You can tell me.” In this moment, staring at the weird demon costume (with black veins too? this guy must know his stuff), Toeth couldn’t help but reveal themself through Alexis’ eyes, flashing the boy an expression that dared him to look closer. 

He approached with hesitating steps, sticking his head a bit further than his body, eager to know about the presence there with him. The voice seemed familiar and so, he was more curious to know who was its owner. Gosh, if only he had aura reading powers like Zaira.... it would be easier to determine who else was there. Finally, the moonlight comes to his aid and after squinting his eyes through the mask ( let’s be honest, it would have been easier f he took it off ), he recognized the silhouette of Alexis Rose, an old classmate that he shared some classes with back in high school. He felt relieved now since this was a familiar face; sure, they never spoke before, but this was better than a stranger. She probably didn’t even recognize him.

                              STILL, THERE WAS SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT HER

                              BUT AUGUST COULDN’T POINT AT THE REASON.

“Snake... demon look?”, he repeated quietly as he blinked a couple of times as he tried to process her words properly. He looked down at the costume and stretched it a bit on the stomach area with his fingers. “Oh, man, I thought I had made a good job! My neighbors said I did look like Spider-Man”, he commented with a sigh. At least it looked... Halloween-y? August decided to take the mask off as he placed the candy between his feet. He looked at the mask carefully and well... he didn’t really find mistakes with it, maybe it looked weird when he put it on? When Alexis spoke again, he looked up and he could’ve swore there was something in her eyes and he tilted the head, completely immersed into her face for a couple of seconds before he shook his head. It is impolite to stare like that, kid, control yourself!

“O--- oh, well, I actually really love Spider-Man so I thought it would be a good idea and----- and well, now you say I look more like a snake demon which is... disheartening, but I tried my best and maybe I should have gone for something easier, huh? But----”, August kept on rambling in a very low voice as he took his phone out and looked for a picture of the original suit to show her his inspiration. “See? It... It was that one costume”, he explained and then realized he was most likely being an annoyance. “But you’re probably on your way somewhere! Sorry, didn’t mean to entertain you. Please, don’t let your friends punch me in the face again”.

[augusthex]

ronanbakker‌:

Admittedly, Ronan had gotten a bit lost on his way to various mentioned events on this night. Less due to his directional capabilities, and more due to the face that he’d gotten lost in thought and wandered just slightly off track and a bit further than intended. He’d kept his eyes between the pace of his steps and the blackness against the moon, eyes glazed during his walk. His mind had been bitterly stuck on what the people in his life before Fairview may be up to tonight – probably a bonfire and bonding, bonding that Ronan hadn’t been able to enjoy participation in since he was much younger, – when a couple of happily screeching children in costumes ran past him and broke his sour reminiscence. 

The smell of other wolves was ever present, some of the strongest he’d sensed in one single area since moving there. It made him almost nervous, still having yet to personally meet any other werewolves in town, and definitely positive he was on a pack’s territory right now. He slipped onto the darker side of the street, where the streetlight’s no longer illuminated him. It was smartest to return to his original path, on his way to one of the Halloween events. 

Upon turning, he was met by a fully dressed figure, head to toe in costume. Ronan grinned, amused as he was a good bit taller than the children around, and clearly went all out for this holiday. He stepped closer, no longer shrouded under the protection of shadow, raising a brow at the young person. “Hmm,” Ronan playfully furrowed his brows at the costumed marvel hero and looked down at his form, costume-less, “thanks. I’m myself this year. Scary enough, I suppose.” 

“Oh! No, no--- I... I didn’t mean you looked scary, I--- I mean, you look great and I’m sure you could be scary if you want to, I just thought----”, but August just zipped his mouth, realizing he was just making the situation even worse. He felt that uncomfortable bubbling feeling in his stomach and chest. August took a deep breath to try and contain the growing anxiety; at least he had a mask, so he didn’t have to deal with the fact that his face was looking stupid.

                                              AWKWARD FIVE SECONDS SILENCE.

“For a second I thought you were dressed like Billy Loomis?”, he shrugged lightly. His words were rather quiet and they almost drowned within the distant noise of the kids laughing and the... dogs barking and howling... it had been dogs, right? His skin was covered in goosebumps and he took a couple of steps closer to Ronan as if shortening the distance would protect him with whatever was out there. “This place looks even scarier tonight, don’t you think?”

[augusthex]

It was Halloween, the best night of the WHOLE YEAR and August was always prepared. In fact, the whole family was excited. While the “adults” were getting ready for some rituals in the Astor coven, the young ones were allowed to go trick-or-treating AND HELL, AUGUST WAS MORE READY THAN ANYONE. He grabbed his costume from the closet and got into it, stumbling around the room and breaking a lamp in the process after he tripped.   “I’m fine, I’m fine!”,    he yelled, even though nobody really asked. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was even happier to know his visits to the gym had helped him get in better shape for this night and not look like a cooked noodle.        But he really hoped he didn’t have to go back to the gym afterwards, because it had been a real nightmare to do so much physical activity.

He thanked the fact that his presence wasn’t required in the coven, but it wouldn’t be for long, so he had to enjoy it as much as he could. He joined a group of people and went door by door asking for candy. He loved Halloween because for one night, he could be normal, he didn’t have to be the weird kid of the black house, he wasn’t “the son of those demon people” even though he was a witch as well.

Counting his candy, he ended up losing his group and all by himself in a dark area of Frenchtown, looking around, mask still on, he felt the chills run all over his body.

            “Uh... hello?”, he spoke quietly after spotting someone. It probably wasn’t safe, it could be a very hungry vampire or a not-so-friendly wolf, maybe a... resentful fae? But his feet were already dragging him there, convincing him that someone ( no matter how dangerous ) was better than being alone there in the dark. “H--- hey, nice costume!”

[tnstarks]

Peter Parker + outfits

[seadrops]

 HAD   SHE   INADVERTENTLY   BROUGHT   ABOUT   THE   APOCALYPSE?   had   she   possibly   dropped   every   person   in   not   only   fairview,   but   the   world,   into   a   mine   field   without   intending   to?   all   she   knew   for   certain   was   that   she   had   unleashed   something   not   of   this   world   and   that   the   clocks   in   the   manor   had   stopped   ticking.   suddenly,   the   origin   behind   her   name   seemed   apt.   

 in   order   to   reverse   the   chaos   she   had   surely   thrown   fairview   and   its   residents   into,   pandora   came   up   with   the   crude   beginnings   of   a   plan.

 step   one:   find   a   way   to   round   up   what   she   had   released.   step   two:   see   if   said   otherworldly   being   would   grant   her   the   power   she   needed   to   usurp   her   father.   step   three:   throw   a    wicked   party.

 the   rest   she   would   leave   to   her   luck   and   wits.   after   all,   planning   had   never   been   her   strong   suit.   “ excuse   me,   you   haven’t   seen   anything   strange   run   by   here   have   you?   little   men   with   tails   and   pitchforks,   maybe? ”

[augusthex]

                                            “I... UH... “,

 but he was speechless. His eyes stuck into Pandora’s as he took in how her locks fell down framing her face in a perfect way and how she always seemed to smell nice no matter what time of the day or what day of the year. It didn’t matter that it was Halloween, because Pandora was certainly making it look like goddamn spring.

                                     IDIOT, YOU STILL HAVE THE MASK ON!

August pulls the mask of his costume off, almost snatching his whole face from the skull. “ow, ow”, he mutters with a hand on his nose and ‘hey! wake up, kid, Pandora is still in front of you!’ He looks back at her and realizes she has no costume, no special make up, no nothing. God, how embarrassing. His cheeks turn pink at the thought of how ridiculous he may look like at his age using a Spider-Man suit and carrying a bag full of candies. ‘She asked you a question, Forest’.

       “Little... little men with tails and pitchforks?”, he tries to process the question and the only logical answer for him at the moment, blurts out, “you lost some children?”

[augusthex]

SUMMARY

AUGUST FOREST ( CISMALE & HE/HIM )? oh, aren’t they the 22 year old LIGHT WITCH who works as EMBALMER at THE MORTUARY? word on the streets is that they are SMART & INTUITIVE, but they can also be ANXIOUS & NOSY. by the way, they look eerily similar to TOM HOLLAND, don’t they?

BACKGROUND

August was born in a middle class family that was all pretty and normal… until you caught the family doing rituals under the full moon, summoning dark forces and writing down gruesome spells. If you enter the Forest household, it is more like entering the Addams House revamped.

They used to live in Canada, but when August was around three years old, they moved to Fairview to escape from the big cities and the public eye that was already suspicious about the family; but why?

The Forests come from a lineage of dark witches that have always been proud of their magic abilities and their chaotic nature. It wasn’t weird that they took no time to stir up some stress and rumors after people disappeared near the Forests house. Not willing to deal with the responsibility, they moved to Fairview.

August, opposite to the rest of his family, always showed an innocent and kind nature. He was overly curious about everything and loved spending time outside. Since he was very young, he was taught black magic and its history, but the boy always found it weird, unnecessary and quite dangerous.

The only person who understood August’s point of view, was his great grandmother who encouraged him to pursue white magic if he preferred to do so. Unfortunately, she passed away when he was thirteen, so the rest of his big family went back to push him into the dark arts. His parents and grandparents even prohibited him of practicing white magic within the walls of the house, which only pushed August to spend way less time at home and more time outside to practice.

As soon as he was done in the local college studying history (mostly because there wasn’t much else that caught his attention), August was sent to work at the mortuary not only because the Forests embraced their grim aesthetic, but also because the owners of the Mortuary sometimes allowed them to take a bone or two for their rituals. They also joined Ezra Astor’s coven.

PERSONALITY

He was basically a sunshine child, jumping around the garden and befriending animals. He was confident and happy, but as he grew up and after his great grandma died, the stress his family induced in him was so much that he became an anxious boy, always looking behind his back getting sure none of his nosy cousins were spying on him just to tell his parents later. Always preferring white magic, August grew stigmatized since it had never been practiced in his family; they were all proud dark witches (Think a bit of a pureblood family in the Harry Potter world, having a half-blood or a mudblood in their ranks).

He is very curious, to the point of being nosy as well, but never with bad intentions. He is very interested in every little mystery or crime that happens in the small town. Usually bullied, August developed some tolerance for pain and a knack for healing spells, although they backfire every now and then, specially when he lacks confidence. Because of the same reason, he has good stamina, always running away from his bigger cousins, but don’t make him play a sport because he will fail miserably. In general, August is very prone to get in trouble, always being at the wrong place at the wrong time, which definitely doesn’t help to his already nervous behavior. His biggest weakness is the lack of confidence in his magic, specially because deep inside, he knows he should follow his fam’s footsteps; so even though he focuses in white magic, he learned a weak trick or two of black magic just so his family doesn’t complain. Still, he sometimes is tempted by black magic, since some things are waaaay easier with a demon’s power around.

HEADCANONS

He has notes written on his hands and arms for when he doesn’t have paper and pen close (he forgets to use his phone).

Most likely crying when you are not seeing him.

He bites his nails out of anxiety and sometimes chews the loosen skin from his lower lip.

Crushes easily on pretty girls that are nice to him (or just pretty girls in general).

Wanted to be a superhero when he was little.

Thinks werewolves as cool. He is scared of vampires.

Cat person, but allergic.

Doesn’t like being called Auggie, but everybody does it anyways so he stopped complaining.

He would have liked to study criminology, but since he couldn’t, he tries to read everything related to that.

Ticklish

Still has his first Pokemon sticker album.

Has more sweaters and hoodies than anything else.

The first time he discovered he had magic, he was playing to be Harry Potter and shook a stick and boom! Teddy bear gone. (His great grandma got him another one afterwards and he still has it too).

Best black magic done when really angry or sad.

Best white magic done when really happy AND confident about it.

Virgin obvs. Never have had a girlfriend even.

CONNECTIONS

[vampirdion]

          a  crowd  already  formed  at  the  base  of  the  stage  whilst  everyone  awaits  the  upcoming  main  performance.  they  all  engage  in  the  usual  pleasantries  then,  smoking  and  drinking  from  the  decanter  of  alcohol  to  pass  the  time.  dion,  for  his  part,  drank  sparingly,  more  interested  in  swirling  the  liquid  around  in  its  glass.

          from  across  the  table,  a  guest  manages  to  carry  a  conversation  well  enough  (  albeit  drunkenly  )  but  fails  to  incite  any  further  entertainment.  the  blond’s  gaze  flickers  across  the  room,  his  attention  elsewhere  as  the  other  prattles  on  about  recent  events  of  the  town.  there,  to  the  left,  he  catches  sight  of  someone  appearing  strangely  odd  amongst  regular  clients  in  the  dance  floor.  and  sure  enough,  dion  sets  his  drink  aside  and  excuses  himself  before  sauntering  over  to  be  introduced.

          he  had  no  intentions  of  befriending  eclipse’s  latest  visitor,  no.  not  at   all.     instead,  there’s  something  predatory  in  the  way  he  circles  around  them,  watching  intently,  eyes  bright  with  hunger.     “     you’re  new,  if  i’m  not  mistaken,     ”     he  purrs  out  in  a  low  drawl,  quirking  his  lips  into  a  pleasant  smile.     “     is  it  your  first  time  in  a  place  like  this  ?     ”

[augusthex]

Always victim of his mother’s orders, August had lost YET another free day running errands for her. He wasn’t stupid, her sweet tone didn’t fool him; she was trying to keep him away of his ( not so secret ) white magic studies. At this point, he was tired, done and in need of a well deserved break, but there was somewhere else he had to be before calling it a night:

                                               THE ECLIPSE.

He takes a deep breath and approaches the bouncer, explaining his reason to be there and showing the package he was supposed to deliver. The man let’s him in and so, August is quickly filled with visions and sounds that he’s never experienced before. His hands grasp around the package as he fills his chest with air before taking a step into that sea of sweat and vices, trying to keep his eyes on the floor, but is suddenly trapped in the crowd. 

     “E--- excuse me, may I--- sorry, if you were so kind to---”, but no one was listening, he was just being pushed from one way to another until he found a safe spot with fresh air. Soon, he finds himself being strangely intimidated by another presence. He looks up and the blond man doesn’t go unnoticed. August clenches to the package he is holding a little tighter against his chest. He frowns a little and his heart alerts the brain to start throwing adrenaline through his veins. “I am”, he mouths silently, “I... I am!”, he says louder this time, trying to inject some confidence into his voice but failing miserably. “It is, but--- right now I am looking for one of the owners. I need to deliver this, so if you’d be so... uh... kind to help me out, that would be fantastic”.

[damslndistress]

it wasn’t unusual for lucien to have small gatherings of his friends , but on occasion the old vampire liked to pay tribute to a time long gone. a time of immaculate , glamorous parties that was open to the public and after the loss of a young vanderbilt he assumed it wouldn’t go unappreciated. there were plenty here to drown their sorrows or looking for some sort of distraction , he sat on a couch in the humble library of his home and as someone pushed the door open he almost snapped at them to leave until laying eyes on said intruder. he arched a curious brow and lolled his head to the side as he regarded the other , shifting his drink from one hand to the other , “ welcome , cher , care for a drink ? “ 

[augusthex]

Loud music and free drinks?                                HELL NO.

               But his cousins said “HELL YEAH”, so there wasn’t much he could do against it, specially if his parents complied with the whole idea. He was scolded for his outfit: jeans, converse and an oversized sweater; no problem, though, his cousins managed to strip him off from it as soon as they arrived to the place, leaving August with just his plain gray shirt underneath.

Of course, he was forced to drink, but after taking two unnecessary shots and already feeling dizzy, he managed to slip away from his drunk relatives. He wandered around the place, trying to find some peace and quiet, when he found himself next to a door that seemed unlocked. Without thinking much about it, he entered and closed the door behind him, not realizing at first that someone was already in there.

                          “OH, WOAH!”

The boy turned around, completely startled by the voice that was welcoming him inside. “I... I am so SO sorry for entering without knocking, the door was open and---- I’m really sorry”, he rambled, but FOCUS, kid, they asked you something. “A--- a drink? Oh, no, no, no, no. Thank you. I am not made for alcoholic beverages, two shots and my head is already feeling the effects”.