⛞ ' OF MONTEREY …

stefan:  even god hung up on me.

[wripper]

you need to be drunk to understand this story. head-canon based stefan salvatore from the v*mpire diaries, not in support of j-plec and therefore critical of her works, including the show. canon default is set pre-series, acknowledged only up to season three. slow activity.

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✖ a study in : a forest the size of your mistakes. outrunning guilt / penance without a deadline. looks like a jerk, sweet at heart. asshole brothers and the cain instinct. right love wrong time. redemption in friendship. the boogeyman is the ripper of monterey.

        ⛞ ¹ CARRD PROFILE.     ⛞ ¹ SIDEBLOG TO ODDYSEAS.

[wripper]

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ elenur again sobs

⍘ no kidding. ⍘ he mocked, heartlessly, with a row of interesting white teeth. admittedly, the way she held her ground against the watchful vampire was rather admirable even if he was certain it was in vain. ⍘ —but i think you should be if you know what's good for you, gilbert. ⍘

electronic pumped somewhere from across the hall where jeremy had decidedly to become a recluse, which left the kitchen open to afternoon violence in the shape of neglected breakfast and a concerning preference for iced coffee. stefan was't having it; he reminded himself he was six foot and some extra inches worth of fangs and superhuman strength. he could take on a sleep deprived girlfriend.

⍘ eat your food. drink some water. ⍘ he was met with urgent protest, which manifested itself in elena's determined silence. stefan wouldn't be swayed no matter her scorn. ⍘ i'm serious. i even kidnapped the keys to your car. don't you have class in — about twenty? tick tock. ⍘

[gomjabbar]

no matter how insecure or shitty you feel, just remember that my muscles are massive and i can punch through walls

[slaychose]

       an early riser despite the late night patrolling,    she glides through the kitchen with every dusting of shimmer in place.   the same could not be said for the vampire,    notably nocturnal.   although the sun streamed through the window all the same,    striking chestnut hair though with a fairness in the morning's first light.   ❛   i rather see the rugged rebel's face than his best impression of cousin if you really wanna know.    ❜   admittedly she was seeing a whole lot of him despite her complaint;   a clear ease to his posture no matter his bare chest.    

       dragging her hands through each tuft she rights knots along the way and sweeps the longer sections behind his ears.    ❛   my hair is perfect,    always is,    even when i'm kicking undead butt...    also a silk pillowcase helps.    ❜    a cool bluff:    she had spent at least a half hour before the vanity mirror this morning brightening dark circles and painting her eyes    ━   not all of us could have clear skin thanks to immortality! 

       ❛   it's the nails although the manicure is a bit impractical for the job.    ❜    one of her hands is freed from the tangle and she holds out her splayed fingers so he can see,    the black polish a departure from the usual lavender.   ❛    cute right? i got little ghosts done on my pinkies.    ❜  

[wripper]

her nails reach back into the tufts of his hair, eliciting a sigh, and he thinks to himself — this could be a disaster. she is everywhere even when he doesn't look her way, and wasn't that something? the coffee reflection betrays him, that's where her fair curls brush along her jaw. the glass cabinets weren't any better [ glass was a bad idea, he should have gone for full overlay ] where he could see her chew down on a bottom lip in thought. meanwhile, the corner of his mouth grew increasingly prone to the dangers of smirking.

          ⍘ alright, make me pretty. ⍘ closer, closer, he could feel the steady patter of her heart beat even without her nearing his back. stefan felt his dead pulse jump as he set his cheek over his palm, soothing down that greed with a bite over his own tongue. he thought about her hair when it looked imperfect instead. ⍘ i was gonna' say. don't the nails get in the way or are they the last resort? cute them to death. it'd work. ⍘

as he said her, her hand sprang forward around his shoulder to show him what was what. stefan's brows went up, humming a thorough inspection. ⍘ that's impressive. i like it. ⍘ his head craned forward then, a brush of a kiss against the innocuous ghost over her pinkie. ⍘ alright, my turn. ⍘ twisting half way over the stool, his arm caught around her waist and tugged her to a standing between his knees. with his free hand he offered her his cup of coffee as a peace offering, before taking stock of her done-up hair and carding a hand through. a few seconds later revealed credible results, at which point he grinned entirely pleased with himself. ⍘ dutch braid. i still got it. ⍘

[ravipanikar]

WOKE UP WITH A MONSTER The Vampire Diaries | 6.11

[wripper]

✖ headcanon. historical origins of the salvatore family.

i will reckon that the salvatore family was a moderately well-off family that started off in the early 1600's in florence, around the time the medici were well established in their influence and power. the salvatore's rose to better prominence and wealth during the late 1700's and remained in florence until stefan's grandfather expanded business abroad, such as a smaller operation in virginia. stefan's father giuseppe salvatore later travelled there with his two sons and wife after their patriarch's passing and ended up holding permanent residence ( instead of returning to florence as sr salvatore, who was very intensely catholic, wanted ) once giuseppe got involved in the town council.

the salvatore's have their prominent boarding house just outside of mystic falls but their true family home remains in florence in the possession of extended / now distant family. stefan possesses his father's key to said house but avoids visiting frequently, the last time he did being years later to inform them of his father's passing, though damon did not join him.

[wripper]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ ( also options from miss buff again Options)

✖ random dialogue prompts. from buffy summers.

⍘ good morning to you too. ⍘ despite her stern command, stefan tilts his head back against the kitchen stool. somehow the back of his head sets against her shoulder, which allows him a more mischievous glimpse of the black liner hooked over her eyelid, and the cool earring pinching his cheek. ⍘ huh, it needs fixing? not into mussed and rugged rebels? ⍘ her fingers speed into his hair with practiced precision, not for the first time in an effort to rectify his dishevelled appearance but it wouldn't be the last either.

with his shirt discarded over the porcelain tiles and a coffee cup [ and its unremarkable caption: halloween kills! ] pressed into his hand, the slayer meets her next target: stefan's bed hair.

⍘ that's not fair. i should get to fix your hair next. ⍘ which decidedly did not need fixing, and he preferred it as it was; a curtain of blonde down her shoulder blades, mussed and tousled where loose strands brushed her collar. with an imaginative mind and content hum, he went back to his coffee while her hands carded through this hair. ⍘ feels nice though. ⍘

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[wripper]

boogie woogie.

[wripper]

✖ headcanon. the ripper's maledictions.

because of the sheer breadth of destruction stefan has wrought during his ripper phases, he frequently deals with consequences long after the tragedies too. sometimes, because of the sheer atrocity of each slaughter, the clean wood-floors or earth soil become cursed from the blood of innocents at the hands of an uninvited vampire.

headless ghosts haunt the homes or may encourage witches to leave curse spells in case the ripper returns. stefan and lexi search for and frequent these places in hopes of allowing those souls to be buried peacefully, or dismantle curses before they hurt someone else.