#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT. ( 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."

[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.”

[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.   ❞

[in-every-generation]

@intcthatgoodnight sent: ❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜ (for amythest from angelus)

Turning away from the other vampire, the blonde lowered her eyes to the ground. He was wrong, she'd never get used to it. She had killed before, during her time as the Slayer, but those had been demons. Monsters. Agents of evil. These were...

"I'd rather starve." She would not kill an innocent. And nothing he could do would change that.

[finisfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ sent a meme / angelus.

❝ fuck off. i will eat you. ❞

              The threat brought a laugh, short and sharp, from the necromancer, an amused grin creasing the lines of his face.  His hands spread apart, a shrug of broad shoulders as he cast the vampire an unimpressed glance.   “That wouldn’t end like you’d want it to, friend.”  A flash of teeth in his smile this time.    “But if you care to test your luck, you’re welcome to it.”  Angelus’ reputation preceded him, of course, that was why Teddy was here in the first place, but even as sadistically violent and bloodthirsty a demon as it was, that didn’t equate to age and power.  Not against someone like Thaddeus.    He might not be able to make the vampire dance to his whims, but chances were good that he’d be able to wrest enough control from the undead to keep him from doing any lasting harm.    “I’ve been around longer than you think, and as much as I’d prefer to have this go amicably, I’m not adverse to a tussle now and then.”  

[painfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight​ liked for a starter - angelus.

         copycat / lyric starter

               “Why so sad, bunny?”

[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.”

[silencedsonatas]

@intcthatgoodnight​ - angelus; continued from [x[

     There was a momentary hitch in her voice as his hands settled against her - a half of a breath pause between her words as she braced herself for the potential outburst of his temper - but as his grasp settled on her waist to pull her back into him, she felt a warmth creep through her stomach and chest, a flutter of pulse as she leaned back into him, her head nestling onto his shoulder, half curled under his chin.   Long limbs curled, tangling in as she let herself sink back, fingers playing over the edges of the old, worn book.   It had definitely seen better days, but it seemed obvious someone had loved in - pages carefully earmarked, minute markings above certain passages.   A low shiver trailed along her spine, his touch tantalizing, the scabs at her wrist and thigh and neck aching, but she pressed the thought aside, focusing on the words.   She hummed contentedly, as she came to the end of a story, tilting her head up so that she could see him a little better, a dreamy sort of smile playing over her lips.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard these stories,” Petra murmured.  The book of Russian fairy tales was perhaps intended for children, but it invoked a nostalgic warmth that made her chest sting - something else for her to ignore.  “Thank you.  Where ever did you find it?”

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

    @intcthatgoodnight liked for a one liner from angelus.

  “ Tell you what. I'll torture ya for a few unbelievably long hours, and you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you. “

[visionsfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / angelus sent a meme.

“And she went with precious little dignity. All that screaming.“

         She was, and not for the first time, grateful that her visions only showed what was to come, not what had been.  Alice had met human and vampire alike that shared his ... predilections -- they were still dealing with the aftermath of the destruction of the tracker that had nearly ended Bella with methods similar to the story this vampire had, for inexplicable reasons, decided she needed to hear.   Her lips were set primly, brows scrunched together ever so slightly, striving to maintain a passive expression as her mind wove the knot of potential futures in search of the one that would extricate her (intact) from his presence the soonest.   “Well.  I will say that certainly are as ... loquacious as advertised.”  

[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?”

[dhampirslays]

@intcthatgoodnight​ sent; 

❛  Let me say this as clearly as I can. You cannot beat me. ❜

                One  would  either  have  to  be  crazy  or  really  delusional  to  even  remotely  think  (  let  alone  believe  )  that  they  had  a  chance  against  Angelus;  and  Jo  is  neither  of  those  things.  He  is  older,  stronger  and  in  this  state  of  his  more  cunning  and  sadistic  than  she  is  ―  and,  although  those  contribute  a  significant  part  to  the  situation  the  slayer  is  in,  the  main  disadvantage  here  is  that,  unlike  Jo,  Angelus  is  willing  to  kill  her;  or,  after  having  studied  his  disturbing  past,  worse.  Having  witnessed  both  sides  of  the  vampire  first-hand,  she  now  has  a  better  understanding  of  the  turmoil  Buffy  must  have  felt  when  she  faced  him  herself  ―  and  the  hesitance  that  was  lurking  underneath  to  shove  that  stake  into  his  heart.  It’s  not  a  matter  of  can’t;  Jo  has  staked  many  vampires  in  the  fact,  to  the  point  where  the  motion  can  be  done  almost  without  thinking  ―  rather,  it’s  a  matter  of  won’t,  and  that  is  where  Angelus  is  basing  his  victory  upon.  

              Damn  the  Rromani  people  and  their  defective  curses.  If  you  want  to  put  cat  nail  caps  on  a  vampire’s  fangs,  at  least  make  it  permanent.

                       Alas,  even  though  the  redhead  is  pretty  certain  she  has  had  a  tet-a-tet  with  nearly  all  the  wars  surrounding  the  room  they  were  in,  she  is  confident  in  the  fact  that,  if  she  can  catch  her  breath  for  just  one  second,  she  can  still  pull  that  (  hopefully  )  handy  ace  hiding  in  her  sleeve  ―  or,  to  be  specific,  pocket.  ❛  Do  you  ―  Do  you  want  to  know  what’s  funnier  than  a  vampire  on  a  pedestal  ?  ❜  Pants  Jo,  the  sentence  spoken  in  a  breathless  hurry,  flashing  Angelus  who  is  crouching  before  her  a  rather  vexing  grin.  The  hand  that  supports  her  weight  on  the  carpeted  floor  reaches  within  her  pocket  to  retrieve  a  pepper  spray,  heavily  spiced  up  with  a  good  amount  of  holy  water,  and,  although  her  hand  aches  from  the  many  collisions  it  has  suffered,  it  easily  comes  up  before  the  vampire’s  very  eyes.  ❛  The  twenty  first  century,  bitch.  ❜  And  with  that  she  gives  the  vial  a  hard  shake  and  presses  hard  upon  the  trigger.

[in-every-generation]

@intcthatgoodnight​ is also getting a starter from Sara for Angelus

Rule #1 of ignoring your parents: if you want to maintain plausible deniability, never send their call to voicemail. Or open a text and then not reply. These two things will get you caught faster than any other. A call send straight to voicemail means you saw that they called and deliberately refused to pick up. Same with an opened text. If for whatever reason they put a read receipt on it, you’re sunk. But letting it ring...that gave you options. You could simply say you didn’t hear it. Or had to switch it to mute for some reason. Both completely viable reasons for not taking a call.

It was something that, on the parental side of things was annoying. Possibly even infuriating. But tonight? Tonight it was more than that. Tonight it was downright deadly. Because they weren’t calling her to find out where she was, or tell her to come home. No. They were trying to warn her. 

Warn her about...

“Angel.” Slipping her phone back into her bag -- after ignoring the sixth attempt by her father to reach her -- she offered the elder vampire a smile. “What are you doing here?”

[mysticandskepticmuses]

@intcthatgoodnight​ - angelus sent in a meme for alena.

"Why can't you ever just die?!"

     Pain raced through limbs, and nerve endings, like it was some sort of competition -- do or die -- first place gets to quit, but she knew it wouldn’t be the case.  Knew that the pain would just keep on, and on, and even if and when it began to fade, when bruises would lighten and muscles would mend and bones would knit -- it would just be a whole new canvas.  Her teeth gritted, though, and she cast a half mocking sneer, half smirk, towards the vampire, wiping away the most recent splatters of blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.  “Here I thought you of all people would appreciate a toy that you couldn’t actually break, Liam.”

[prophecyfcrged]

Like/reply for a one liner from characters on this blog / sub blogs (see pinned post for list) - specify who from (and for if a multi). No cap. Will work on these this weekend/upcoming week. May be lyric, meme, dialogue etc. - new starter call because I’ve added a bunch of new peeps.  The comments / likes from previous starter call are under the cut & will be included when I start on these!  Feel free to request as many combos as you’d like.  Please note some of these may be iconless while I make, sort & icon caps.

peppyanddeadly said: Would love some Dru and maybe Angelus?

in-every-generation said: Ummm Dru or Buffy for Amythest? Or Buffy for Sara?

liminalchaos said: ((whoever you think would be fun? Giles is the classic choice, obvs, but I’m game for any of the others too. Dru could be fun…))

jennyorjanna said: God it’s so hard to pick! Umm Giles to start?

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orphanedshadow said: Pls, from whomever wishes to be bugged

wickedlehane said: From Angel or Willow?

pryceism said: Fred, Angel :)

afuhrerswrath said: Carlisle and/or Edward on my Multimuse please. @fallsekings

lilahemorgan said: Or Illirya

lilahemorgan said: Wes,Fred,Angel please :)

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chokethelight said: Jonathan Reid , Henry Sturges , Adam , Ky~ just… go wild, but mostly… red rain, aaron lancaster, freddy, vince von'ar… uhh

pryceism said: any of your choice :)

magicandsciencemuses liked this  //Rey and Fred?

halliwellauto said: buffy or wes for aiden

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[perfectdespair]

intcthatgoodnight‌:

          “I’m beginning to question that decision.”  Angelus muttered. It really had been a spur of the moment thing, but that was how he did most things. 

          Kathy ignored him and eagerly walked into Darlas arms, wrapping her own arms around the blondes waist. She couldn’t help but smile smugly over in her brothers direction, who was purposely not looking at them.  “Do try not to take all night to get yourselves ready. If we wait too long all that will be left is those sad sacks already half dead to the world.” Angelus said with a wave of his hand.

          Kathy turned to Darla, wide doe eyes shining with excitement.  “I promise to take the utmost care of your dress tonight.”

As much as Darla believed that it was ill-advised for Angelus to sire his own sister, she was often pleased that she had another woman in the house to help handle him. Angelus was turning out to be a much larger responsibility than she had originally planned. The wave of Angelus’s hand was enough for Darla to turn her full attention to Kathy, ignoring his comment about them not taking too long.

“Of course you will,” Darla smiled at Kathy’s promise to take care of her dress and she stroked some hair out of the younger girl’s face and tucked it behind her ear. “Because if you don’t, I’ll break each one of your pretty little fingers and make you scrub these floors for a week.” Nothing changed in her cheery tone as she uttered the threat and once it was stated she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Kathy’s lips.

She released the girl and moved to open the doors of her large wardrobe. With a careful eye she began sifting through her dresses. They didn’t want to look out of place at a dirty bar so she chose two slightly less formal garments. “Blue or green?” She asked, holding two dresses up.