#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT. ( angel. )

[paralyziingfears]

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜ (for darla, from angel)

𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤 (𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤?) 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ! ↳ closed !! @intcthatgoodnight.

[  ....  ]               darla  couldn't  stop  the  wicked  grin  that  appeared  on  her  lips  from  stretching  into  a  devilish  one.  she  always  found  it  endlessly  humorous  that  angel  thought  they  had  any  sort  of  say  in  what  happens  between  them.  no  matter  what  either  of  them  did,  the  universe  continued  to  push  them  together.  this  is  why  darla  found  angel's  statement  filled  with  hilarity.

she  shook  her  head  a  bit  in  disapproval,   ❝   oh,  angelus.  trust  me,  there's  nothing  more  i'd  love  than  to  never  see  you  betray  your  own  kind  ever  again.  it  makes  me  sick  to  my  stomach  what  you've  let  that   –   disgusting  soul  do  to  you   ...   ❞   she  started,  approaching  him.  she  places  a  finger  on  his  chest  and  slowly  moves  him  backwards  until  his  back  hits  the  wall,   ❝   but,  my  darling  boy,  we're  soulmates.  you  cannot  stop  fate  as  much  as  try  and  try  to  spit  in  its  face  and  make  your  own   ...   ❞   she  looks  up  at  him  through  her  eyelashes,  her  wicked  smirk  coming  back  into  play,   ❝   we  are  meant  to  be  together,  angelus.   ❞

[percentstardust]

" that looks like a you problem. " (for abigail, from angel or angelus)

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff | @intcthatgoodnight

Eyes as blue as the sky narrow as she stares up at Angel. Angelus. Whatever he is called nowadays. She's not sure. Nor does she care. What she does care about, and what her father does as well, is that he is trying to ruin things for their organization. Ever the obedient and loyal Abigail does not look intimidating in the clothing she is wearing, looking ever the tween she eternally is. But, she should never be underestimated. It mattered not that Angel was also a vampire. She has killed ones older than him. And she would easily rip this one apart like she would a human.

"It's not going to be a me problem. In fact, I am going to make it a you problem. A problem that will affect all of those you are close to." She pauses. "Be glad it is not my father you are having to deal with. He would not be so....lenient."

[insufferablemonsters]

“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ” (for angel, from cordelia)

❛ blood related prompts. ➝ not accepting.

it  was  nothing,  really.  he  had  just  come  back  from  taking  care  of  a  nest  of  howlers  that  were  taking  residence  in  the  sewers  below  them;  the  constant  screaming  gave  away  their  location  and,  honestly,  angel  was  so  sick  of  hearing  them  screech  all  through  the  night.  him,  wesley,  and  gunn  had  vanquished  them  with  ease,  but  it  definitely  wasn't  a  clean  job.  when  he  had  slashed  his  sword  through  the  howling  creature,  its  green  blood  had  spewed  across  his  favorite  shirt  and  other  parts  of  his  body.  his  face?  no  big  deal.  but,  his  shirt?  his  FAVORITE  shirt?  now  that  was  just  a  tragedy  he  doesn't  think  he'll  be  able  to  recover  from.  so,  he  sat  there,  shirtless,  as  cordelia  tended  to  any  wounds  he  had  gotten  from  the  battle.  a  gash  here  and  a  gash  there,  nothing  he  hasn't  dealt  with  before.  he  was  squirming  where  he  sat  as  he  tried  to  rub  out  the  blood  stain  from  his  shirt  with  bleach.  then,  cordelia  instructed  him  to  sit  still,  causing  him  to  sigh  deeply  and  look  up  at  her  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes.

❛   cordy,  my  shirt.  i  think  it's  a  little  more  important  than  the  blood  on  my  face.  can  we  pay  attention  to  my  poor  shirt?   ��   he  said  in  a  matter-of-fact  tone  and  wiggled  his  shirt  in  front  of  her  for  added  effect.  he  places  it  back  down  on  his  lap  because,  ultimately,  he  listened  to  @intcthatgoodnight   —   always.  he  looks  up  and  makes  it  easier  for  her  to  clean  the  blood  off  his  face,  looking  into  her  eyes  as  she  did.  did  she  always  have  such  gorgeous,  deep  eyes?  he  gulped  thickly,   ❛   i  think  i'm  good   ❜   he  announced,  clearing  his  throat  before  standing  up  and  fanning  out  his  wet  shirt.  he  places  the  article  of  clothing  onto  the  counter  and  continues  to  rub  out  the  stain  aggressively  with  a  brush  and  a  vat  of  bleach.  he  wasn't  going  to  give  up  on  this  shirt.

[brittlefcrged]

Reese struggled to maintain a semblance of a steady pattern of breath; in-two-three, out-two-three -- to show fear, was to entice -- the fastest way to bring the hunting, predatory instincts of the creature wearing Angel's face that was so decidedly invading her personal space. The attempts did little to nothing to steady, or slow, the rapid, pitter patter race of her heartbeat that she knew, oh so well, that he could hear.

False bravado was just as likely as fear to incur Angelus' ire. Not that there was any safe way through these shark infested waters. "I saw a number of possibilities, actually." Most of them had ended badly. "I was rather vocal in my opinions against this ... particular plan, actually. I've seen this show before, and I ... " Her body stiffens, tensing, as he tugs at her curl, her jaw tensing.

"Didn't much like it the first time." A hand raises, tightening against the strand of hair above his touch and pulling, a likely futile and somewhat childish attempt to yank herself free from him, but the insinuations in his tone alone was enough to make her skin shiver, and crawl. She didn't have any desire to risk skin to skin contact to see what this mockery of Angel had in store.

@brittlefcrged

Deft fingers ran through curly blonde locks, a mimicry of many familiar tender moments the two had shared back when he was still trapped with a soul. “Did you foresee this happening? When your little ragtag team of heroes thought it’d be a good idea to pop my soul out for a quick little chat, didn’t you see this coming? I mean, that’s your job, right? To see things? That’s the only reason to keep you around.” He spoke casually, idly wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger, as if his words weren’t purposeful barbs meant to cut into insecurities he knew were there. He paused, a salacious smirk spreading across his lips as he gave a little tug to her hair. “Well, not the only reason.”

[brittlefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / paul sent a meme.

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

A whisper of a smile plays at the edges of her lips, lingering for less than a heartbeat as she watches him with her glittering blue on blue eyes -- his own gaze glimmered with the spice, but for all the time that he had spent in the sands of Arrakis, he had yet to feel the inundation of the melange seep into the very marrow of his bones, the very essence of his being. All in due time.

How did she seem to him, she wondered? Young? Old? Ageless? She was not of his people, nor of the ones that he desired to call his. A stranger. A ghost. An angel. A demon? The world shimmered, and shifted around them. Part dream, part vision, part reality. It was difficult, especially in times like this when she was pushing her abilities to their limits to reach him in his altered mindset. His dreams were filled with monsters, and the tormented. Which did he belief himself to be?

"I already know ...." A contemplative pause. "All of the ways in which this might end." The difference was abundantly clear to her. She did not know him well enough, yet, to know if he understood the distinctions. She needed to gain his trust, to convince him to let her in, before anyone else could sink their hold into him. He could be the difference between life and death. The end of all that had come before. The beginning of something new. "Amongst them all, there is a path, treacherous, and difficult, that could lead you to the future you desire."

[magicveiled]

@intcthatgoodnight asked: ❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜  (for michael, from angel)

Wooden bullets encased in silver. Best damn invention ever when it came to protecting yourself from vampires. As a kid, Michael never really paid much attention to his father's lectures, namely, the boring all-too-real lesson plans he was forced to sit through in regards to hunting creatures vampires. Once his teachers started adding safety precautions into the mix and big words like evisceration and exsanguination, little boy Michael would have already tuned out by then.

But...Michael wasn't a little boy anymore. He was a big boy. With a big gun. And safety precautions of his own making. He hated normal guns. The only time he ever picked one up was for moments precisely like his current circumstances.

No longer hesitating, Michael sneered as he pulled the trigger. The sound that followed rang through his ears and for half a second, he was deaf. The bullet ended up firing and lodging itself into the vampire's shoulder. Or at least, he hoped it had. He willed it to, in his mind, and usually whether by his telekinesis or pure luck, whatever he aimed for almost always ended up hitting the intended target.

Almost. Using magic was never an exact science when you got right down to it.

via interview with a vampire sentence starters

[vampicr]

"Now first off, they didn't and second? You're not even the first hundred in line," Angel says sharply, his hands sliding behind the small of his back. "I think you're down in the eight hundred range. Maybe even lower."

"Third," he says, taking a step closer, "I don't think the senior partners would enjoy that. Something about keeping me alive and trust me . . . you don't want to fight them."

“They should have left you at the bottom of the ocean to rot.” he said through a sneer. Of all the terrible and true things Holtz had told him about his father he had left out just how smug the vampire was. “I’ll just have to make sure I kill you next time.”

[awalkoflife-arc]

dexter morgan & harrison morgan.  ( ft. @intcthatgoodnight + @awalkoflife )

❝ You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.  ❞

[dragonfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / kathy & angel liked  for a starter.

                “Do you know what ice cream is?”  The query was offered in a very serious, and very awed tone, with residual smears of what had probably been a chocolate ice cream cone plastered over her cheeks and chin and even a bit on her hands that she hadn’t spotted to lick off yet.   “It’s amazing -- it’s cold, like snow,  only it doesn’t  melt so very quickly as snow does and -- it comes in hundreds of flavors, it was so difficult to decide which one to try -- I don’t think I’ve ever had anything quite as lovely -- have you had any?”  Wide eyes danced between Kathy, and Angel, who she ran over to, sticky fingers latching onto his hand and attempting to drag him closer to where Kathy was.  “Can we take Kathy to get some ice cream --   pleeeeease, Angel?”

[rykerelias]

@intcthatgoodnight​ / angel, continued from [x]

         “Me?”  An offended air coated his words and colored his expression, a hand pressed to his heart as if he’d been shot clean through it.  “My, my, here I didn’t take you for a speciest,” Ryker clucked, his gaze dancing between the one and only infamous Angel, and the bloody carcasses and all their bits that were scattered around the home that they’d shared, when they had been more than simple playthings.   “No, this --  this is not my work, I promise you that.”  His hands rose, showing front and back of his hands to the other vampire, sleeves pushed up to show -- no blood, no stains.  “No, I’ve just come to ... admire the handiwork.  Just like you.”  Lips curled into a smirk.   “A bit ... heavy handed, admittedly.  Someone looking to make a splash, but lacking that ... mmm, finesse that comes with age and ... experience, wouldn’t you agree?”

[perfectdespair]

FOUR WORD PHRASES || ACCEPTING @intcthatgoodnight​ asked: “For old times sake.” (from angel)

A longing sensation that had lasted a century inside her all but dissipated when Angel reached out his hand in an offer to dance. A smile, waning in energy, spread across Darla’s pale lips and she placed a frail hand in his. 

Her heart beat a steady rhythm and she pressed herself close against his body. The music playing softly in the background, and the hotel whose lobby they swayed in, were reminiscent of a time that they didn’t get to spend together. But it was as though no time had passed as Darla’s blonde head found its way gently under Angel’s chin. 

[chokethelight]

“I don’t know, I was thinking of going and crashing a party tonight. I mean, have they really changed in all these years?” Actually they have, but that was besides the point entirely. “I think the last party I went to was when I locked Dru and Darla in with Wolfram and hart. That was fun actually... should have stayed for a drink though.”

@intcthatgoodnight     - Cordy

[brittlefcrged]

. "You can't be mad at me ---!" It was a quick, and potent protest. "It's not my fault. You didn't answer your phone." If that meant she had to go into the stinky underbelly of the city's sewer to find him to make sure he found what he was looking for ? Not her fault.

@intcthatgoodnight

OPEN STARTER [ angel ]

           “What part of  ‘STAY PUT’  is confusing to you?”

[vampicr]

"This is exactly what it looks like. No, I will not explain. It's too," Angel paused for a moment, "difficult to."

( @intcthatgoodnight - Sam Lawson )

[drusllas]

intcthatgoodnight  ; ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴜꜱ  & ᴅʀᴜꜱɪʟʟᴀ.

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. she knows what’s coming and so does her angel. there is a finger digging on her side temple as she whimpers over as she recollect her thoughts, before eyes search for her sire and there is a small smile before she dozes off, her mind going elsewhere for a moment as she speaks up. “they whimper and they cry but we have a chance this time. yes, the moon said so, only one chance for daddy dearest.” and sharp blues search those of angelus, as her hands grasp on one of her dolls, brushing away their hairs. “oh yes. they whisper of where it is. the one thing you fear. and the way to destroy it.”

[faunafcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ sent in a meme - angel!

“Harsh words can’t solve problems; action will.”

“Really?”

            A pause, for dramatic effect, really, and nothing else.  

                       “Are you sure?”

If sarcasm could kill she’d be a walking time bomb.   “And here I thought we’d just psychoanalyze the demons to death.”  She had to fight (a rather momentous battle, actually) to resist the eye roll that wanted to follow her retort.

      “So, you gonna give me one of those swords or is this one of those, pretend you don’t need my help and tell me to watch from the sidelines until I have to swoop in last minute to save your melanin deficient hide?”