#reaperwings

[pipsqk-art]

A sketchy drawing of @glitchpunkz 's character, Malvikk! This species is super fun to draw c:

(character and species belong to GLITCHPUNKZ)

[dcviltown]

@reaperwings​ / wilbur & angel

HE REALLY SHOULDN’T TALK TO her, or even acknowledge her existence. his dad would probably give him some drawn out lecture about loyalty, honor, or whatever moral compass salvatore abbott was leading with for the day. but wil had seen her three times now at the outskirts and he was more confused by her presence than anything. maribel’s death shook most of the town, but if angel was still the same girl from back when they were kids, he knew that she’d be taking it hard. the crowds are filtering out now, wil clearing his throat to greet her. “ hey.. ” if he could, he’d kick himself for such a casual greeting, “ crazy, isn’t it ?? even with.. the news, so many people still decided to show up. ”

[dcviltown]

@reaperwings​ / agnes & angel

“ I HAVE NEWS, ANGIE !! ” agnes calls out to her friend from the back room before practically bursting in, placing books onto the front counter. she should be working on restocking shelves, but alas— “ t-minus ten days until we enter sagittarius season. do you know what that means ?? ”  she plucks the pink highlighter from behind her ear, not waiting for an answer, “ nothing but fun and lively energy for us !! prepare to be adventurous. ” she announces dramatically, plopping onto her stool behind the counter. 

[dcviltown]

@reaperwings​ / angel & red

FINGERS PLUCK AT STRINGS absently, twisting the tuning knobs of his guitar. the who is playing on the nearby stereo of the record shop and has been for most of the day, and red is far too lazy to get up and switch to a different genre. the bell jingles, and for a moment, he believes he’s saved from boredom, though the sight of one red-haired girl makes him groan. red puts his guitar down, leaning it against the countertop beside him. “ here we go, ” red sighs dramatically, stretching his arms as if he’s bracing himself for the impending conversation. “ four hours of my life i’m never gonna get back. it’s fine, i’m not bitter. what can i help you with, angel ?? ”

[naomischoi]

who: naomi & angel​ where: kyoto lounge

even in a room full of this many people, naomi spots angel immediately. whether it’s because there’s something magnetising about angel herself that draws people’s attention, or if it’s just that naomi has always been extra perceptive whenever it comes to her best friend, it’s hard to tell—perhaps it’s a little bit of both. it takes a bit of time and effort to cut through the crowd, and when she’s close enough to get a better look, the first thing she notices is the tense stiffness of angel’s shoulders. it’s understandable, she supposes, even naomi’s not quite comfortable being around so many vipers, she can’t imagine how awful this must be for someone who had once belonged in a place like this. 

the second thing she notices is the guy hitting on angel, and she makes it to their sides just as angel politely turns down his offer to dance. the guy doesn’t take no for an answer though, reaching for angel’s hand as he suggests grabbing a drink instead. it’s too bad for him that this is the moment naomi chooses to intervene, sliding between the two of them and shoving at his chest so that he stumbles a few steps back. “she said no,” she says, with warning in her voice, and when it looks like the man will argue, she raises her leg slightly so that the slit in her dress reveals the dagger she has strapped to her thigh. if the guy had any brains at all, he would’ve known that there is no way naomi would dare to cause a scene when they’re in viper territory, but she’s willing to bet that he’s not that smart. true enough, the man blanches immediately at the sight of the dagger, turning heel and disappearing into the crowd.

“you okay?” naomi asks, turning around to face angel, gaze sweeping over her to check for any injuries. her voice is much softer now than it had been just a mere second ago, a softness that is reserved for the few people that she considers hers. “sorry if i overstepped,” she says, not wanting angel to think that she didn’t think angel could take care of it on her own. “but, well... you know how i get when it comes to you. i can’t help it.” her tone goes up slightly towards the end, part sheepish part whine, and she offers angel her best ‘i did nothing wrong, you know you love me’ smile.