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utapri beastars au that me and my partner are slowly cooking..

otori siblings - coyotes

tokiya - roe deer

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⋆｡°✩2025.6.9✩°｡⋆｡ お誕生日おめでとうございます!!

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───⠀chikawa pngs

all sourced from pinterest no need to credit me ,, f2u feel free to repost anywhere

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お誕生日おめでとう！

間に合ってよかった(T▽T)

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oh no i’m sorry the account got terminated :( was it because of copyright stuff? also out of curiosity, i know it’s a lot of work but do you plan on putting the song files anywhere else? it’s been a bitch to find hq versions of some of the songs if at all lol

sorry for taking a while to answer!! tbh I don't know, because I have no idea where I'd put it all T^T

@mune-no-koi did make this google doc of links to things that are available on bilibili though!

and bilibili is generally a great place to find utapri stuff, songs included! if nothing comes up, try putting 歌之王子殿下 in your search (the chinese spelling of utapri)

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had the extremely random urge to draw him... hes like a worm in my brain

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Camus character make sense to me as you grow older. If you think about it in real setting, he's not really privileged to have a dream to pursue so it really take a while to convince him to find a dream he can be passionate of.

Unlike others, Camus didn't come to Shining Agency(a different country btw) for his dream but an obligation to help his country(magic problem) to have more opportunites. He's like a transfer student who chose to study or work abroad for more opportunities to help his family(queen) back in his country. He's not there to play and make friends.

His separation of work and personal life do make sense from working adult perspective. Reiji don't have bad intention but Camus refusal to the family-like or friends-like idea to Quartet Night is so relatable if you're so done with your workplace where they brainwash you to be friends or family so you will never leave the toxic company. It also make sense why he has this customer service persona during work and became different person outside of work. Its not pretending but more like both is his real self, he just have different sides and that made him a very dynamic character. He finish his work quickly and perfectly so aside from Camus attitude problem, his co-workers have no complaint about him.

He might don't have dream job to pursue in the beginning but he has hobbies that make his life more enjoyable like eating sweets and being with his dog. Most of working adults who work to earn think are like these. Not all but some rather see their work for earning but not something they dream of.

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Bleach Soul Resonance has an Orihime cooking mini game

I just never knew how much I wanted this until I saw it.

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returning to post this

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ST☆RISH & HE★VENS lockscreen I made ✨️

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Genuinely don’t think I’ve ever posted art on here but here I am with some Otoya content, utapri enjoyers pls be my friend

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utapri art dumppppp :3

idk what else to say but enjoy :))

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happy birthday kira ! doing his favourite hobby <3

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Reiji x artistic wild s/o who is not necessarily unruly, she’ll behave and hold up standards when it’s necessary or around him, but as soon as she alone or she doesn’t have to mask she goes wild, she’ll run around the forest surrounding the mansion barefoot, cursing sharp stones as she goes, she writes poetry and paint sand sings and dances and writes, she has a vivid imagination and can spin stories out of nothing, but subdues it in fear of mockery of Reiji

Wild Whispers

The mansion stood in all its grandeur, its towering walls of stone starkly contrasting the freedom and wildness that lay just outside its gates. Inside, it was orderly, pristine, and suffocatingly composed. As the heir of the Sakamaki family, Reiji upheld a high standard of decorum. Everything, every word, every gesture, was calculated with precision. But that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the more chaotic, beautiful things in life—things like you.

You were a paradox to him—an untamed spirit with a fiery passion for life that seemed to defy the control he so often wielded. Around him, you were always composed, carrying yourself with grace and elegance. Your wild side was a secret, something he had only glimpsed in rare moments—like when he found you humming a soft tune while painting in the studio or when you whispered fragments of your poetry to yourself, eyes closed, as if the words were a soft breeze escaping from the very core of you.

Reiji knew you better than anyone. He could see the way you forced yourself to mask your true nature, afraid of being judged for what you really were. You had built walls to shield yourself from the potential mockery that might come from him. And he had never, until now, pushed you to reveal that hidden side. He never saw the need. He admired your restraint, the way you held your wildness in check when you were near him.

But tonight, it was different.

He had found you at the garden's edge, standing at the iron gates leading to the woods beyond. The night air was cool and crisp, a full moon hanging low in the sky. It wasn’t unusual for you to wander here, especially when the mansion grew too oppressive for your liking. What was unusual, however, was the way you were looking at the forest—like it was a world in which you could finally breathe.

"You’re going out there again?" Reiji's voice was calm but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern. He had come to check on you after hearing the faint sound of footsteps, the echo of your bare feet padding against the stone floor of the garden.

You didn’t immediately turn to face him. You simply looked at the moonlight filtering through the trees, your expression distant and lost in thought. You could hear his footsteps drawing closer, feel the weight of his gaze on your back.

"I won't be gone long," you replied, your voice softer than usual. You had gotten good at masking, and right now, the fear of being misunderstood was too strong to ignore. You didn’t want him to see how desperate you were to leave, to run wild in the forest and release all the energy that had been building inside you. But you feared his judgment, feared the disappointment you would see in his eyes if you let it all spill out.

"I’m coming with you," Reiji said, and before you could protest, he had already stepped beside you, his hand lightly brushing against yours. His touch was gentle, but the firmness in his grip told you that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

You gave him a small smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. "I don’t want to be a burden," you murmured, your fingers curling slightly, unsure whether you should pull away or let him hold your hand. You were caught between the desire to run and the weight of keeping up the mask, the face you wore around him.

He didn't respond immediately, but there was something in his expression that shifted as his eyes softened. "You’re not a burden," he said simply. "You never have been."

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, trying to fight the flood of emotions that threatened to overtake you. You wanted to let go, to run through the trees, feel the cold grass beneath your feet, let the wind whip through your hair—but that fear of exposing yourself to Reiji, of showing him the side of you that was raw and unrefined, held you back.

But then, as if in a trance, you pulled your hand from his and stepped forward, walking towards the gates. The night air embraced you as you crossed the threshold, your feet brushing against the cool, dewy grass of the forest floor. Reiji followed behind you, silent but present, as if allowing you the space to breathe, yet staying close enough to protect you from whatever dangers the night might bring.

And then, without warning, you began to run.

Your feet pounded against the earth, kicking up small pebbles and leaves as you laughed breathlessly, your wild spirit unleashed at last. The moonlight danced across your skin, and for the first time in ages, you felt free. The wind tugged at your hair, but you didn’t care. You had cast off the shackles of expectation and pretension, and now, you were nothing but the embodiment of pure freedom.

Reiji watched you, his brow furrowing slightly. He wasn’t sure what had come over you, but he found himself entranced by the sight of you—untamed, alive, and beautiful in a way he had never seen before. Your laughter echoed in the night, raw and unguarded, and something in him stirred. He had always admired your poise, but now, seeing you this way, he felt an unfamiliar tug in his chest. It was a deep yearning, a desire to know you even more intimately.

As you darted between trees, dodging the sharp stones that bit into your feet, you cursed under your breath—but it didn’t matter. You reveled in the wildness of the moment, the pain, the freedom, the poetry of it all. You were alive in a way that was beyond anything you could capture with paint or words. It was real, it was raw, and it was yours.

But then, you stumbled, falling to your knees in the dirt, the sharp stones cutting into your skin. You winced, but instead of stopping, you let out a low chuckle, brushing the dirt off your hands as you rose to your feet.

Reiji was there in an instant, kneeling beside you, his hand gently touching the side of your face as he looked at you with concern. His voice was softer now, the edge of control slipping away. "You should be more careful," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the cuts on your knees.

You looked at him, your eyes wide with emotion, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. But then, the words tumbled out of you in a rush, like a dam breaking. "I’m sorry," you said, voice cracking slightly. "I just—when I’m not with you, I feel like I’m caged. I can’t be myself. I need to be wild, Reiji. I need to run, to feel the earth beneath me, to be free. I don't want to be judged for it. I don’t want you to see me as—"

He cupped your face gently, silencing you with a look that made your heart race. "I never thought of you as anything but perfect," he said quietly, his voice low and steady. "Your wildness is part of what makes you... you. Don’t be afraid to let it out." His thumb traced your cheek softly, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

You looked at him, unsure, but something in his eyes reassured you. "You mean that?" you asked, breathless.

Reiji nodded, his lips curving into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "You’re not a prisoner here, my dear. You never were."

And for the first time in a long while, you believed him.

You reached for his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet, and together, you walked deeper into the forest—your wild spirit no longer hidden, and your heart lighter than it had been in years.