I Drew Ultah (UltearLight)

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ORGANIZATIONS

Armed Detective Agency

President:

1. Yukichi Fukuzawa - human

Members:

1. Akiko Yosano - half vampire (made - [REDACTED])

2. Atsushi Nakajima - werewolf

3. Doppo Kunikida - human

4. Junichiro (Jun'ichirō) Tanizaki - human

5. Kenji Miyazawa - human

6. Kyouka (Kyōka) Izumi - half vampire (made - Kouyou)

7. Osamu Dazai - [REDACTED]

8. Ranpo Edogawa - human

Clerks:

1. Naomi Tanizaki - human

2. Kirako Haruno - human

3. Agency Clerk 1 - human [no pic]

4. Agency Clerk 2 - human [no pic]

5. Agency Clerk 3 - human [no pic]

Former Members:

1. Katai Tayama - human(?)

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Okay, hear me out—

So today I felt quirky and made a quick sketch

Reference (Pic 1) + thought process (Pic 2) = the result (Pic 3)

WIP redraw of a fanart of my friend right here ig

Look at my man I drew. I love him. He's me. Totally.

So I won't lose it

He's the best man out there and I don't take criticism on that matter

Remake of my Barry design (since people kept commenting abt him being older than how i draw him lmao--- I agree tho)

Well, so

I'm drawing my lil slime man again

Does anyone care? Probably not lol

But I love him

Help, this is so real 😭

im not even a huge shipper but bsd makes it too fucking easy man. like soukoku are tragically divorced, ranpoe are married rivals, sskk has that i hate you but i secretly think you are the most admirable human in existence thing going on, rimlaine, suegiku bicker like an old married couple, the tragic old men yaoi of fukufuku, whatever the FUCK is going on with fukumori, the homoerotic murder and violence of fyolai, sigzai with how sigma is so done all the time, kunidazai with how kunikida is so done all the time, bramcraft with the otherworldly horrors. theres so much material idk

HAHA

I wrote a WIP of a certain part of the story after certain events that will happen in a certain moment of time of my story

ANGST

A lot of angst

I love angst

As I delved deeper into the pages, a sensation, foreign and heavy, draped over me. A coolness brushed against my cheek, and I reached up to find dampness lingering there. Tears? A question danced on my lips as I questioned the emotion gripping my heart. Sorrow? The word echoed in my mind, unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar. My vision blurred, words on the page melding into an incomprehensible blur. The book, once held with casual indifference, now felt weighty in my grasp. It was as if its contents held the answers to questions I hadn't even known to ask. With each turn of the page, the tears flowed freely, tracing rivulets down my cheeks. My hand tightened around the book, as if anchoring myself to its pages in the storm of emotions raging within me. I sank to my knees, the cold floor beneath me a stark reminder of the warmth that had seeped from my soul. The text before me remained a mystery, obscured by the veil of tears. Why did these pages, these words, evoke such an ache within me? Why did I feel as though I were mourning the loss of something precious, something I couldn't even name? A hollow ache settled in my chest, a void that no amount of tears could fill. It was a longing, a yearning for something beyond my grasp. Memories, half-forgotten, danced at the edge of my consciousness, teasing me with their elusive presence. Who was I missing? What had I forgotten? In the silence of that moment, amidst the weight of unspoken sorrow, I realized that some emotions transcended language, as I sat there, lost in a sea of tears and unanswered questions.

MUAHAHAHA