#wiz dnangel

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

HE WENT AFTER THE OTHER BUNNY I”M CRYING

[cyclopsbully]

fave girls doodle (and wiz)

[incandescentia]

Forefingers fiddle against each other as pair of feline ears droop in guilt. “I’m sorry…” she squeaks, apologetic and unsure of what she could do to compensate for her mistakes. “I didn’t mean to scare off your friend like that.” It’s always difficult to control her tendencies to pounce on smaller animals, but it would be very much more apparent when she appears as a human.

↳ @dnangelic | starter call with runa ( accepting! )

[musedriven]

@dnangelic said // ' wiz, can you eat chocolate... ? 'after all this time, he's still really never put any thought into what really wiz was... or what the rabbit-like creature could properly eat beyond fruits and vegetables, anyhow. the enormous, boy-sized mountain pile of chocolates he's stolen (stolen? could it even be said that?) from school, intended for dark over the course of valentines and white day, was outright impossible for just one person to eat. ' i'm starting to regret taking everything, but... augh, no, forget it! it's not good to be having second thoughts over something like this! maybe towa-chan and argentine can help me ... ! ' hopefully they wouldn't have any issues digesting chocolate, too!

a tiny pink nose twitched as it sniffed the treats. the familiar was used to sampling different foods over the years but nothing was as delicious as a fresh fruit or vegetable in his mind. it's also why he chose to remain mostly settled in the form of a rabbit though he could easily become anything he felt like being.

still, the bunny did find it silly that his master would have guilt over taking things that technically belonged to him in the first place. it didn't seem like that much chocolate to the little familiar. although; if he really wanted, Daisuke could always share with the Harada girls. specifically Riku.

Risa was nice, but always tried holding him. he didn't like how grabby she was. in order to express this thought he picked up one of the still wrapped bags that was about the size of him and dragging it up to the phone. ears flicking slightly as the rabbit thumped his foot down a few times before jumping back down to the pile of treats to grab a few cherry filled ones for himself.

[faultedloyalty]

The speed in which he has to turn his amusement into faux-apology cannot be understated; though the way in which the young man’s reactions serve only to further bring him closer to something like elation cannot be, either! Perhaps it’s merely his age, but from their severity to their depths, he finds that his baser urges to toy with those lesser than himself are growing. They are, of course, overwhelmingly easy to keep at bay—he has practiced, he has lived, too long to be any other way—but the fact that he has to acknowledge them at all on his own is exceedingly rare.

Not that he is one to ignore his own whims, either, however.

“So many apologies you need not make; truly, just what kind of butler am I?” Another melodramatic sigh, another shake of his head, follows in the wake of his own bastard-conceived plot and results. “Though I must apologize once more, myself, for inadvertently insulting your acquaintances.” For if they are neither friends nor anyone he considers worthy of such a word... I meant no harm, of course, but I fear I spoke too impulsively. Such is a failing of my own, unfortunately—I must admit that I do take heart in knowing you bear confidence-enough to correct me, however.”

For that, too, was amusing in and of itself—despite the irresolute clamber in which young Daisuke speaks his words, the fact that he speaks them at all is enough to make him want to chuckle. Companionship was of no use to himself, but the lengths in which those who find it so go to have others speak no ill-will of them, even when it was unsure, served to interestingly confuse him always.

“It is quite clear that they are of great import to you,” he continues on easily, however, belying his thoughts, “in spite of how little you know of them personally. Does not speaking of them in such a way also speak in turn, however, not just to their skills but to what skills they have imparted to you, as well?”

Even if mere beginner-work from another teenager, knowledge would forever be knowledge; “To gain any sort of understanding over the simplest of details is enough to learn the complex natures of this world, after all. One might argue that this is needed to do so, as what one might think of as a basis—though I dare not do so in my position, of course.”

(His position for the moment, at least, but there was little need to fret over frivolous details such as those, right then. He merely needs them known, still.)

“Special qualities or lack thereof aside, as well—and so long as I am permitted to say so—at the very least I find that your art is of quite the noticeable talent already.”

And there he goes to demonstrate—flipping through pages quickly, though keeping a thumb on the one he had scribbled on himself, with that self-satisfied smile! He doesn’t go far, and he isn’t even looking at it, but even this serves more to try for a reaction than anything else!

“It is clear that you don’t lack an eye for details,” he speaks as the pages turn, as casually as if he were discussing the weather, “and neither is there lack of intent behind your work! Really, this is more than enough to warrant an impart of your knowledge to myself, as the less-experienced artist, but I suppose...”

Just as quickly as he’d begun flipping through pages does he close them back up, keeping only the one he’d utilized himself open for the book’s owner to see. In the same breath, he holds it back out for the young man; silent encouragement that he is to, finally, take his own look at what Sebastian had done.

“Relieving as it is to hear that my work shan’t be considered by one who is, at heart, really mean’, I do urge you to give your most honest opinion. Shall my skills be lacking, I will endeavour to improve as quickly as I am able to do.”

Though he can already guess a few ways this is about to go—but he’s curious to see which of them will occur, so there’s no need to continue stalling.

' i-infamy ?! '

the word seems to instantly jolt him . close to hives , his skin prickling , every thin hair on his arm swift to stand up straight on end . a word like infamy ... was really bad , wasn't it ?! ( like horrible , like heinuous , like --- dark . )

' n-no ! it's not like that or anything ! like hiwatari-kun and sagami-sensei , i mean --- er , u-um ... ' would someone like sebastian have been able to recognize any of these names ? arrive , vanish , do everything in a blink and leave nary so much as a single trace behind --- his family had instructed him over and over to be capable of severing any sort of loose strings in the midst of plotted , robbing act .

( why dare to admire his enemies , anyways ? )

was it too simple , too laughable , that just because he wanted to think they were friends ... no , that because he just wanted to somehow be friends them , that he should have therefore made every effort to be kind , and speak up in their defense ? even knowing that they might never have done the same for him , or for his far more rotten , wretched parts .

' t-they're not that bad , i mean ... i don't think infamous is a good word for them ... ' though , maybe and maybe not . before the hikari alone , what other artists played god , to the extent that their creations came to life out of nothing but the meager likes of stone , paint and wax ? man's first golems and homonculi , created in the perverse shape of themselves : both infinitely beautiful and hideous .

their broach of every natural law and order could have lent itself to their infamy , if only what vicious storms of emotion surrounding their works didn't coil about them like the still , untouchable calm of an eye of a storm . and there , braving the cuts and razor , racing edge of the roughest winds , was the black half of the kokuyoku ... what black wings even now remained bound to his body .

' ... i'm sorry . ' trailing away , clutching to himself at his hands , daisuke's will shrinks and relents , wilting meekly beneath the other's blase accusations . certainly , he feels every invisible pressure like a block of lead , hitching his shoulders high in a hopeless defense against what felt like , polite and composed as it was , an adult's chide .

' i don't ... actually know if i'm really friends with any of them . i only sort of know them , so i didn't think anything was that interesting to talk about --- um , hiwatari-kun is the same age as me , and he's the one who comes from a really family . the hikari ? their artworks always end up in museums and stuff , they've been making masterpieces for over four hundred years . i've only really learned a few things about ... um , shadows and circles from him , though ... '

embarrassing basics that anyone , even a toddler should have been able to comprehend .

' sagami-sensei was a sculptor , and someone who won top prizes every year in azumano ... our standards for art are the highest in japan , so it was a big deal when he was going to start teaching part-time . but then he quit right after his practice internship and decided to go back to art --- ' cheeks flush and he laughs ; he doesn't dare to pry at sebastian's turn , deeply curious as he remained to the other's work . ' he was really cool . he always seemed to know what he was doing when he was making art , hiwatari-kun too , i think . i'm not really anything special , especially compared to them ... '

humility blends in warmly with a loitering sense of shame .

' really --- really-really , i don't think i could give you good advice or critiques even if i tried . not to mention , since i was the one who asked you to draw something for me in the first place , if i were to suddenly get all nit-picky or something over it when i probably couldn't do any better , i'd feel ... um , really mean . '

[tepperz]

KraD Hair rANT

So im trying to draw some dnangel sticker merch stuff and was trying to find some reference for the end of krads ponytail, and there are /no/ non-anime refs in my folder of Krads ponytail. Like, it really seems that [sugisaki] drew it when [krad] was first introduced and then got all embarrassed about it and never drew it again. Also in almost all the [fanart, anime] refs the hair-cross sort of... grows out of the end T_t. It looks so bad lmaooo. In the past i would have his hair twist around it to sort of make sense of it but that gets messy too. Wtf. And then i see this new chibi krad ref and ---

I KNEW IT. SHE WAS EMBARESSED OF IT. THE CROSS IS A STAR NOW!!! LMAO! Insane. It could be argued that it has something to do with the star mat but iiii dont think so. Cause theres NO other reference for it. In fact [sugisaki] gets rid of the ponytail half the time. She just didnt want that loaded shit on her merchable chibis xD but ill do it! Im not a coward!!! Loaded cross hair-growth here i come!!!! I know my audience!!!! Were not afraid of edgelord cringe. Oh my god will christuans be buying my merch? Coughs. lmao. Sugisakiiii *shakes fist*.

Also she gave dark a tattoo in the chibis. Oh my gooood lmao. Shit never makes sense. Also why does wiz look like that

[guhamun]

@dnangelic said (inbox):

DIVE BOMBS IN FRONT OF HIM BEFORE HE CAN MURDER AND EAT WIZ

❝HEH, JUST A NIBBLE, Daisuke. I promise.❞ He was joking! Joking! He's not going to eat Wiz! What would Wiz even taste like? They were a really strange...rabbit...thing. Eh, maybe he shouldn't linger on that train of thought for too long. Even so, he couldn't help a small tease. Jianyu even lifted his hands menacingly, wiggling his fingers a little before he burst into laughter. ❝Ahahaha, I was just kidding. I won't eat your little friend.❞ Unless absolutely necessary...maybe.

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

this THING

is in LOVE

[bxtonpxss]

An ear would twitch at the comment on his appearance, and well if his tail happened to speed up just a little bit more at the word he wasn't going to say anything. When the redhead sits, bringing the basket with him, Thor backs off and plants his front paws back on the ground, sitting patiently. Although the items within the basket were named, the words meant little to his wild self.

He only recognized the cookies, cupcakes, and bread because he'd sometimes see trainers eating them as they passed through. His eyes dart over each object before his paw reaches out and he grabs one of the round breads. Bringing it to his muzzle the rodent sniffs it a few times catching the sweet scent of berries and something else he couldn't name.

Just as he goes to take a bite the request to take one of the many treats available makes the mouse pause. ["Huh?"] He blinks, eyes narrowing in a confused squint then nods insistently. ["Yeah, of course!"] No idea why he needed to ask, he’s the one who stole it so he got first pick anyway!

Thor bites into the bread, letting out a small noise of delight at the cream and fruit surprise in the middle. The bright orange fur around his mouth is quickly stained by sweet cream and berry juice and he's completely unbothered by the mess. One ear is swiveled in the other's direction listening, whilst he finishes demolishing that pastry and moves onto the next.

Grabbing a cookie to scarf down this time, he hums at the offer of keeping all this food for himself, but it was just him and Glitch. They really didn't need all these sweets. He looks over the contents of the basket again and grabs one of the nut breads and a scone for himself, then a few more things to save for later. He sets the items aside, curling his tail around them--a pretzel, a tart, and another cream bread. With his chosen snacks secured, Thor places a paw on the basket edge that was closest to him and pushes it back towards the boy. ["We can share!"]

He's in the middle of stuffing his mouth full of the nut bread when he finally gets a name from the nice human. Loud smacking noises escape the chu as the redhead introduces himself. He also mentions something about there being another him that could understand him, but that just didn't make any sense because it was only the two of them here. But if he says he'd be able to understand him he's willing to endure the oddness for a while.

["Your name's kinda funny, but it's nice to meet you Niwa Daisuke!"] He says after gulping down the rest of the bread, then nibbling his way around the scone. ["You can call me Thor, thanks for the food!"]

cute ... but he probably shouldn't have said that out loud at all , right ? even pokemon had their tough pride at times , and no matter how adorable it was to watch a tail excitedly whip through the dirt , sometimes it was better not to bring it up --- the same way he's happy to find that the other didn't seem to mind the difference in appearance too much .

what did it matter when there was something good to eat , right ? daisuke quietly kneels , setting the basket onto the ground in offering . even if he had already taken his time to enjoy plenty of sweets before , the strong aromatic smell lures him in once more . long legs cross and he ends up seating himself as he admires his own robbed bounty .

' look , the pretzels are still warm and soft , see ? but there's also nut breads , cream breads , ones with fruit and berries inside of them ... cookies , tarts , scones ... ha , even a few cupcakes , too ... ! ' despite his excitement , the thief's fingers still touch carefully and gingerly at an article . he removes it , a single cookie delectably speckled with berries and chocolate .

' do you mind ... if i have one ? ' if only to celebrate his simple success . ' you can have the rest . though , can you eat everything all by yourself --- ? ' raichu were pretty big ... if it was anything like feeding a small child , then maybe the basket would be emptied in an instant . ' you can always call and give some things to your friends , ' he tries to suggest anyways , imagining too what it might be like to have a picnic ; an even greater , grander gathering and feast .

... but maybe that was too much , at least for someone stealing baskets from a bakery , just for a little bit ; something he's sure the owner could forgive , unlike if he brought the shop to ruin by pillaging it of its entirety . maybe it was enough , at least if only in this moment , for things to be just him and them . if only he could hear their true voice ---

dark --- wake up , i need you . ( --- hn ? )

' my name , ' he wonders what to say at first , then continues . ' is niwa daisuke . i'm sorry that i can't understand you , but there's another ... another me that can . i know that pokemon sometimes give themselves names , special ones , something they wanted to be called . that's why i want to ask --- do you have one ? '

[ardenssolis]

@dnangelic said (inbox):

' um, r-rider! ' red-cheeked as usual, only now red-suited to seemingly join the ranks of chaldea's santas, the niwa shyly frets before the other until a hand lifts and waves for attention. ' merry ... m-merry holidays! i don't know if this season really has any meaning for you, but, um ... i brought you something! ' a rummage through his sack seemingly retrieves the item. it's curiously cloaked, until a hand tugs away the fabric to reveal ... a decadent raspberry cheesecake, already half-eaten, wiz with his red reindeer nose and now bloated, enormous stomach collapsed in a fuzzy heap beside the sabotaged dessert. the gasp that leaves the boy is immediate, and he covers back up the absurd display in an instant. ' g-gah ! n-no, nevermind! sorry! s-sorry! ' a turn away hides his wildfire fluster: he's just as embarrassed as he is upset! ' wiz, how could you do that?! ' of all the things that could have happened, why in front of ozymandias?!

     CHRISTMAS WAS ALWAYS SO vibrant, and though he didn’t celebrate it like some Servants did, he did enjoy the gift giving and receiving aspect. That, and the food was always pleasing as well. That too was something to look forward to if nothing else. Although he wasn’t surprised by the ‘Santas’ and their helpers going about giving out gifts to be opened later, he was surprised to see Daisuke had become one of them. ❝Hoh? How unexpected this is…and yet, it does fit you, I think.❞ He chuckled, granting them his full attention as they approached with a bright smile and reddened cheeks. Such an endearing child. Even the intensity of the sun would lessen in their presence, and it did. Pausing, he waited as Daisuke dug about in that seemingly bottomless sack, soon to tug out…ah…was that raspberry cheesecake? Golden eyes would have gleamed with joy…had the delicious treat not already been half-eaten. Rather than be disappointed or annoyed, instead, Ozymandias merely laughed. He laughed, and he laughed – head tilted back and sound so uproarious that anyone nearby must have wondered what it was that amused the Sun King so. It took a moment to regain his composure, large grin still tugging at his lips even as he wiped his eyes.

      ❝Quite the gift that you have brought me, Little Santa! I have not laughed like that in quite some time.❞ He chuckled, shaking his head and resting his hands upon his hips. ❝You need not apologize, Daisuke. This was pleasing enough for me.❞ He would have enjoyed a nice raspberry cheesecake with all its delicious sweetness, but this served just as well. Ozymandias would never forget the entertaining image of that small, rabbit-like creature looking like balloon. ❝I thank you for your hard work! It is not easy to please a king, after all.❞ Even if, truth be told, no matter what Daisuke might have given him, he would have accepted it in thanks and enthusiasm nonetheless.

[lizzie-tempest]

here's a doodle of Wiz, the adorable little sidekick of Daisuke/Dark in DNAngel

[hkrieg]

Don’t think I ever posted this here... been rereading DNAngel from the beginning and am on a MAJOR KICK

[tepperz]

im so biased dude 😂😂

lmao i made a dnangel tier list maker

has most of the characters in the early manga and a few extra! have fun!!! #dnangeltierlist

[neomory]

Might as well draw Daisuke and Wiz while I'm at it too. Just to have one duo down from the DN angel series! 

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[oddheadkari]

Look! My first anime boy crush! Daisuke! From DN●Angel!

The first drawing I've ever uploaded to the internet and now my retake of it

I still remember the intro lyrics quq

[musedriven]

L had to give him credit for keeping his composure despite being informed of one of his many different plans set in action. not that he expected a large reaction per say, but with how grandiose the thief made himself he assumed there would have been a touch more uncertainty to waver his stance. but this was what L enjoyed the most of his exploits. the hunt ; the thrill of a chase just beginning. the promise of a challenge for him to work at instead of the answers all being so painfully obvious. he hated loosing but he hated an easy win even more. when he did move to check the king upon this game board then there would be no room for any counter defense.

onyx eyes do betray for but a moment his curiosity as black wings seemingly extend on their own. no pull of a cord or press of a button. no whir of electronics to accompany the movement or faint click of puppetry. the movement of the feathers too suggested quite a fixation on making them as realistic as possible. but the way they moved as well did not sit well in the detective's stomach. there was something off about the prop that made a shiver threaten his own spine. L never was a fan of the true supernatural though he was able to explain away most cases of such things. perhaps the wings were a more intricate version of Da Vinci's wings. a simple glider dusted in feathers to give off the illusion and flair he craved.

his hand moves away from his lip as the signature calling card appears ; only giving L more information to work with and file away. a simple magicians party trick, nothing more. another showing of his drive to be the focus of attention and his skills as a thief. the dexterity required for most of those stage tricks was not unlike the talent needed to pull a quick change move as a simple pickpocket or watch thief. hardly anything impressive but telling all the same. a small part of him thinks to catch the calling card but a more curious side of him allows the trinket to fall to the floor at his feet. he can collect it later and run it as evidence unscathed by his touch.

" I am sure I can find a way to reach you without it ; I simply have to show off a Hikari jewel and i'm sure you'll come running. " he taunts in return, his tone dry but the sarcasm clear in the shift of his position and way he rubs the back of his calf with the top of his foot. his hands finding their home in his pockets as he makes no physical move to approach or deny him his escape. after all; he's curious now to see those wings in action for himself. " or would it be flying? "

the words give him chills ; sends the ghost of little goosebumps in a race up his skin , but the thrill makes his lips part in a slow , cheshire smile --- all sharp teeth , dagger eyes . dark was certain that were was only ever one person in the world that would ever allow the kokuyoku to fall into capture , clutch and cage . it wasn't this coal-eyed raccoon in front of him , though he parcels off a shred of his respect and casts it off to the other nevertheless .

' that so ? ' he thinks that he truly loved this the most . the blatant promises of pursuit . the seize and chase . the endless game that kept him , if nothing else , center in his dazzling spotlight , searchlight halo ; his senses fantastically entertained . black wings spread and he wonders if the other might try to seize him last moment by his feathers like so many others desperately had . even now , after just a little bit of brief parley , the great phantom thief was aiming to make his escape and get away .

' then , i'll humbly accept and deliver those messages . though , if it's about things like that , i suppose you'll be needing my business card , right ? ' viola ! he manifests and sends it in flight towards the other in the finest act of impertinence that anyone could have imagined . ' for a dear fan . maybe if you join heads with every other investigator in the world , the all of you can come up with something interesting . ' he was sure to be laughing in some dark corner to himself , somewhere .

' in the meanwhile , i'll wish you good luck . after all , if it's a matter of skill , then no matter how good you think you are , you'll never be able to beat me . '