#stefanthebunnykiller

[strongforalittlethingarchiv-blog]

Stefan Salvatore

Give me a character and I’ll tell you my top urls that play them. Anon or not!

lovebroughtmetomysticfalls

undeniablystefan

grinchvatore(superherohairdo)

stefan-the-bunnykiller

hiddenripper

[magichotline-blog]

I'm obviously missing Jess right now. sobs. You and your brilliant writing.

[magichotline-blog]

jess if you're lurking like I think you lurk secretly I was at the movies today and they played the thor trailer and I was like oh look it's us. har har.

[apackrat]

Diary entry oo1

Dear Diary,

Today I encountered my male counterpart. It was one of the strangest occurrences in my life.I wasn't sure what to think except mass confusion. We ran into each other while I was jogging and he must have finished an entry in his journal. I had to stay there and chat with him to figure out how his life turned out. Was it better or for worse? I suppose our lives were the same except for the fact that I'm a female and he, a male. I think that is the weirdest thin of all. Our lives somehow outlined in the same fashion. Were we destined to live the same lives? How was it that we were living under each other's noses all the time. I find it shocking we haven't met sooner. In a way, Stefan understands me in a way that no one will. I don't know if that's a good thing. My regrets and my fears. In a weird way he knows them and I don't have to speak of them. He understands my horrible past, the dark side that I fear. It is the moments where I sink my fangs into sweet succulent skin that I fear I become a slave. A slave to blood...perhaps I will be graced with more encounters with my male version.

I don't even have to say anything to him like a sweet bond formed in our first meeting. I guess I may be putting poetic emphasis on our first meeting but as much as I have friends that will understand me he's the one who has truly walked the same path and the decisions I have made. I wonder if we will be able to seek solace in each other and tell each other of our fears. In a way, I hope he does so that we may give each other advice. I close this entry with that.

I look forward to our next meeting Stefan Salvatore.

Yours Truly,

Stefanie Salvatore

[apackrat]

lolol I'm too amused by this stefan x fem! stefan action going on.

[apackrat]

+2 Stefans

For once, Stefanie was too busy paying attention to her internal thoughts and the music that her earbuds were blaring that she didn't notice herself hit against a firm chest. She usually had quicker reflexes seeing as she was a vampire but took one of the earpieces out of her ear. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

[xcathartic]

Can you recommend any good Stefan Salvatore blogs that aren't totally in their rippering thing binge? One that's answering questions?

http://veritasimmortalis.tumblr.com/

http://ripperwithaheartofgold.tumblr.com/

http://stefan-the-bunnykiller.tumblr.com/

http://thestefanxsalvatore.tumblr.com/

http://notsolonelyripper.tumblr.com/

[brokenmoose-blog]

Not in Kansas Anymore| | Stefan + Sam

It was prone to happen, make small detours around the right choices and things escalated to the worse. The off balance to their life or perhaps their destiny in the end. Sam honestly didn’t know anymore. He did know he had grown tired about his “destiny”. About hunting. But he couldn’t drop everything. He felt broken inside most of the time and after everything how could that not have been expected? Sam blinked in and out of conscious, listening weakly to the sound of Dean shouting his name. A small detour and everything went to hell. He went to hell once. After fighting for so long, Sam just let the feeling consume and he rested his eyes and feel into the darkness.

Sam’s eyes lids moved as he slept, squinted tightly as rays of light beamed over the sensitive flesh. There was a chill breathe against his skin, seeping through the fabric of his cotton plaid russet shirt. His lids fluttered slightly before squinting shut against the light. He blinked a few times before he found the strength to completely open his light chestnut eyes. The youngest Winchester found himself laying on an empty road, he glanced and blinked to the side of him. Sam just laid there in silence. A cough emitted from his dry lips. He found swallowing to be difficult and the deserve to drink a cool glass of water only made his mouth salivate. His felt numb, immobile against the gravel road. His thoughts were unclear to him at that moment ‘til suddenly everything dawned upon him vehemently. Sam Winchester shot up from the gravel ground, his head turning from left to right, searching for Dean.

“Dean,” he yelled in panic. “Dean!” No answer welcomed. Only the rustling of leaves, the far distance chirps of birds in the sky and the heavy sound of his footsteps turning around in useless circles. Sam scrubbed a hand over his face frightened face, wiping the beaded sweat away.

Gradually, Sam left himself from the ground, slightly whimpering from the few pains along his body. His head throbbed from a headache—his own heartbeat had begun to annoy him. Once up Sam just stood there in the middle of a road unknown to him, circling a few times to find Dean. To find the Impala maybe. There was nothing. The only thing Sam could remember was the car crash, Dean’s voice and then darkness. Where was he? Sam moved at a slow pace, taking a lucky chance to head South on the empty road side. This life…whatever it was-fate, destiny, right now none of it matter to him. He had to find Dean but first it would help to know where he was. It felt like hours ‘til Sam came upon the sign. His body was exhausted and he didn’t know how much longer he could travel on foot. The back of his throat itched, craved for a drop of something to drink and he feared he was hitting hydration soon. When Sam first saw the sign, he was struck confused by it. Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia. “Where the hell am I,” Sam mindlessly muttered to himself. Never in his long life, practically dedicated traveling through each states in the U.S, had he ever heard of a place called Mystic Falls, Virginia. Sam's eyes darted away from the sign, gazing off to the distance and observing the sun slowly dipping low into the horizon.

"Just great," he muttered under his breath. There was little to no time for him before the sun vanished below the horizon and night fell across the land. He needed to get somewhere and apparently Mystic Falls, Virgina (a place he was certain was nonexistence) was his only choice.