#bvhalloween

            It's that time of year again, Citizens! Lebanon's about to be overrun with ghosts, ghouls, vampires and zombies and this year the scary stories are entirely up to YOU!

Feeling the Fall vibe? Got a hankering for a hunk of mayhem? Hot and cold running chills? We want to hear it! Anything from light-heated fall fun to the terrifying and sinister is on the table. So now's your chance for Halloween-themed threads, art, gifsets, and drabbles --- just make sure to tag your work with #BVEvent, #BVHalloween and #Bunkerverse ( as well as mentioning @bunker-verse in art and drabbles ) so we can reblog you!

Need help getting started? Here are some prompts!

Creepypasta's that turned out to be true.

Urban Legends come to life. Extra props if they're local urban legends!

Halloween parties.

Giving out candy to trick-or-treaters.

Ghost busting.

The haunting of mundane things like televisions, phones, houses, toys, etc.

"Do you know the best thing about humans?”

Willow posed the question to the boy that nearly trembled in her arms, his blood staining her mouth. There was a sweet smile on her lips as she ran a finger down the side of his face.

A moment later she was enjoying the satisfying snap his neck made.

“No. No way. You cannot even think about going after Dean.” This had to be the worst idea Faith had ever thought up. Okay, she wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Buffy knew this, but this? This was verging on just flat out stupid, “Wait. Stop. Think!”

Buffy grit her teeth and slammed Willy against the wall so hard one of wine glasses hanging over the bar crashed into the oak counter somewhere out of view, "Why? I know you know. Don't make me beat it out of you. You know I will.”

And he really did because she just spent happy hour smacking him into various surfaces in the bar. He should've become a dentist. Like Willy Wonka's dad. He didn't get too far into the movie but probably nothing bad happened to the Wonkas. Willy's hands flew up, "Okay! Okay! It's an alter ego thing, very rare. Shame to waste it here if you ask me. He's working for somebody, I don't know who but the guy's a real big wig in the underworld."

"And?" insistant and in a hurry because of course she was. Angelus was off his leash. Buffy gave Willy another shove against the wall, "And?"

"That's all I know, hand to god and swear on the Book of Mormon. A whole stack of em. Heh. It's just a curse." That worked. Buffy let him go and charged away. She didn't get far before Willy finished, "And it's in the water supply," Uh oh, she was on her way back and that was when Willy slammed himself against the wall and threw up his hands, "But that's it, I swear!"

The Event

So, it's that time of year again! And we've got a different sort of treat for you this year. Ethan Rayne has been charged with making your holiday just a bit more festive, sprucing up an otherwise dreary Hellmouth with some honest to goodness creeps...

Until October 31, 2015 any resident who has a scary alter ego, the ability to lose their soul or humanity switches to flip will have the option of joining in the fun and turning dark for Halloween Night threads! You can make them opens or tag specific people and make as many as you want from now until Midnight on Halloween Night (PST) but the timeline inside the thread can only be 24 hours before your hearse turns back into a jack-o-lantern and the curse fades away. Remember, all damage you inflict will be permanent so keep that in mind! Please tag your starters #BVHalloween along with the usual tags.

Nothing like a near fatal wound to make you both jumpy and exhausted, Alaric thought to himself, and of all the people who should know. He sat on the back steo of what might have been the butcher’s shop (or maybe the smell he had identified was just general carnage, back here? Jesus, Damon had done a number on that werewolf; lucky he hadn’t been bitten himself, since Alaric had no confidence he could persuade Klaus to offer up any blood this time around.

He’d managed to stay for long enough to feed Alaric some blood, and taken off in the direction of some monster Alaric hadn’t even managed to spot; and now, here was Alaric, with way too much of his own blood on his shirt, and fireworks going off in his brain, alone with a vampire who had nearly killed him only minutes before.

Fun.

Alaric looked warily at the vampire whose chin was still streaked with his own lifeblood, and held his stake in his hand.

“I won’t miss a second time,” he said. “So if you get all murderous again, I suggest you find a way to give me a head start. What the hell just happened?”