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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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BNHA vampire soulmate scenario: When you first saw them.

The first time you saw him, he was feeding off someone.

TWs: Blood, death stalking and attempted assault.

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Mr. Compress: {Your Quirk: Card capture: it's similar to Mr. Compress's quirk but you can entrap people and objects in cards by manifesting these clear glass like cards that slip out from your wrist, you can use them as throwing weapons too as they're very sharp, the only drawback is that you can get severely dehydrated if you overuse it.]

You were walking home late from work just hungry and physically done! today was crap show! first you missed the train then half way to work you forgot you realized you forgot your lunch!, Your boss (who's usually pretty chill) for whatever reason decided he hated your guts today and yelled at you in front of everyone! and to rub salt on the wound you spilt hot coffee all over yourself! so now you arms and chest have burns on them that were itchy as hell! you just wanted to crawl into bed, and forget about this day.

You decided to cut through the park when you saw a odd pair, a man in a yellow trench coat and top-hat and mask which was pushed to the side kissing a woman in sundress under a streetlight. "huh, how sweet." you sighed exasperated before continuing on you way, when you noticed foot steps coming out behind you, you cautiously reached into your coat for one of your cards... you knew it wasn't the man in the top hat as you did a quick glance over your shoulder he was still 'occupied' you could smell stale alcohol in the air remembering the beware of mugger sign at the park entrance and figured out what was going on when the person was in grabbing range.

You whirled around grabbing your would be assailants arm forcing it up and pulling him towards you, you hissed felt a sting on your cheek as your free hand slammed your card into his chest "release!" you barked as a powerful cyclone burst from the card sending the man flying off his feet *Thank-you Anko-san* you mentally cheer happy that your friend had a wind-quirk and let you capture it's effects in a card; said card then shattered as it was a one-shot use like all your offense cards.

The man wheezed as he was thrown to ground next to the "couple". while you took off running! not seeing Top-hat pull away from his lady friend and sniff the air.

Atsuhiro dropped the woman he was feeding on she slid limply to the ground as he readjusted his mask and followed that delicious scent and found a bloody knife on the ground *Could it be?!* his heart was beating abnormally faster as picked it up and sniffed it he lifted his mask up and licked the blood off the knife, Atsunhiro almost felt alive again as the sweet taste of his mate's blood touch his tongue...

He was so elated his mask was blushing! (cos anime logic!) "My Darling❣~" he purred in pure ecstasy, but soon his euphoria was cut short when he heard the man who attempted to rob you on the ground cough, the vampiric ex-magician turned in his direction, he could smell this uncultured brutes scent all over the knife mixing his mates.

Atsuhiro's primal urges were screaming at him to kill the man for harming his mate, however the ex-showman had something else in mind... The next morning you were watching the news on your laptop seeing the mugger at the park last night had been caught, and was being charged with murder for another woman. You felt your stomach churn as the photo of the woman who you saw making out with the top-hat man flashed on screen.

Than you felt a a chill go down your back!

You nervously looked away from your screen and scanned around the nearly empty café, there's was only you, an elderly couple wearing matching tracksuits enjoying some tea and having a conversation, a tired and obviously hungover mother and her two rowdy kids having breakfast, and lastly a man with black hair and copper eyes wearing a yellow casual suit and gray news boy cap reading a book.

You squint at the title....The magicians nephew, you frowned letting out a small hum; swearing you felt someone's eyes on you, thinking you were just paranoid from last night... you unconsciously traced the healing cut on your cheek and went back to you doing your work, not seeing the copper eyes of Atsuhiro watching you from behind his book with a knowing smirk.

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Dabi: You were walking home drunk to hell as your friends kept you out at the bars until 3am, you decided to take a detour home to get a late night snack/early breakfast at the 7/11 a few blocks from your place, as you were walking to the store you spied what looked a couple making out against the dumpster a few feet a ways, even in your drunken state you couldn't help but scrunched up your nose the sight. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." you muttered the man in the black hood growled back in retort as you entered the store.

While in the shop you frowned seeing you favorite snack was out of stock. "D-dammit." you huffed and looked around before spotting the clerk who was unpacking some packs of ramen. "Hey d'ya got any f/snack left?" you asked trying to keep from slurring your words. "Yeah there should be some packs over by the-" the clerk went to point but forgot they were holding a box cutter and accidentally jabbed you in the leg just under your knee. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" the clerk gasped while you tried waving them off, it was just an accident, but if it made them feel better you bought some band-aids and disinfectant along with your food the clerk felt soo bad they gave you discount and with that you walked out in to the night....

When you got out your leg was still bleeding it didn't really bother you as you too tipsy to care, besides it's just a tiny cut, as you were leaving you noticed the "couple" still going at it, however now it felt kind of off... and that's when you noticed the man in the black hood stiffen... you stomach felt like it was full of rocks as you watched him slowly turn to face you.

Dabi was busy draining this dumb bimbo who followed him out of the bar after he told her to piss off, but seeing as he hadn't fed on fresh human blood in months, (he was drinking blood-packs of pig's blood.) he decided screw it, she'll know the consequences her actions that is if he doesn't suck her dry.. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." a drunk woman muttered as she passed them Dabi let out a frustrated growl at that jab yet another reason he hates feeding in public, about ten minutes later the vampire's attention was suddenly pulled away from his dinner when a sweet enticing scent invaded his nose.

Dabi's eyes snapped open his senses were on fire as his inner monster snarled *mine.....mine...* his breathing became labored as he turned away from the woman's neck; her blood dripping down his chin as he turned to look over his shoulder, saw a [y/ht-wt] woman with [y/hc] and starring at him in shock, his eyes drifted down and saw the blood dribbling down her leg, he let go of the woman he was feeding on, she let out a weak wheeze as she fell limply to the ground not that he cared, Dabi took a step towards his mate reaching out to her, only for the woman to snap out of her shock and run....

Leaving the vampire standing there in an almost trance like state, before he looked inside the store could smell faint traces of her blood in the air and saw the clerk washing the bloody box cutter; A guttural growl escaped Dabi's throat as he approached the door.

The poor oblivious clerk didn't know what was coming as the door chimed telling them a customer had entered the store... "Welcome!" they greeted cheerfully. from an outside point of view there was hot flash of blue from inside the 7/11 followed by the store fire alarms going off.

The next morning you were hiding under your blanket hugging your knees your whole body was shaking while you were watching the news... there was a fire at the 7/11, the clerk was killed their remains were so badly burnt they were carbonized...

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Bakugou: You had just started working for his agency as a secretary and were working on late paperwork one of your coworkers pushed on you so they could go on a date, you grumbled as you made your way to the elevator to drop the files off on Bakugou's desk, and were stunned to find the top floor was pitch black! you were trying the navigate in the darkness by feeling desk, when your hand brushed up against a pair of scissors someone left out you hissed feeling them cut your palm, you could feel the blood dripping down you hand and decided screw this! you were going to leave the papers on the desk outside of the boss's office for him to find in the morning, when you noticed the door was open a crack.

You could hear deep breathing, a woman gasping and grunts, your cheeks felt hot as you though Bakugou was getting frisky with one of his fans. *I never took him for that sort...* you were just going to pretend you didn't hear anything and walk away, but curiosity got the best of you, and with careful steps you crept toward the door and peeked in, and felt you stomach drop when you realized what was going on was not a wham-bam thank you ma'am situation, you threw your hand over your mouth when you saw Bakugou eyes glowing red had his fangs sunk into this woman's neck draining her of blood! Scared you were about to quietly back away from the door when you saw the blond blink pull away from the unconscious woman, sniff the air and... you ran before he could even turn his in the direction of the door, and made it on to the elevator just as a shock of blond hair rounded the corner.

The next morning Bakugou was on edge as he recalled the events last night, one minute he's feeding off some pushy fan-girl and the next, his senses were taken over by this amazing smell it was so enticing he forgot about his hunger and overwhelmed by the insistent need of find it's source... as Katsuki turned his attention to the door he saw someone dash and and he gave chase just in time to get a split second glimpse of a woman with {y/hc} before the elevator doors closed.

{later after he sent that fan home via cab)

Bakugou inspected his office and found a blood trail leading from random sidekick's towards his office the couple hurried drops towards the elevator, he curiously swiped his finger threw the blood on the desk where the trail began, licked it a content rumble left his throat, his inner monster purred. *Mate...mine* however that euphoric feeling he felt had soon soon worn off into frustration as the next morning rolled around he had been in the agency all day, and no one who came in today had that scent on them!

The blond was pissed and ready to rip someone's head off, when he overheard two of his employees talking. "Hey where’s Y/n? I have to thank her for staying back and doing my extra work last night." the other employee shrugged. "She said she hurt her hand last night and was staying home." Neither had noticed the explosive blond who immediately went to his office and pulled your file out for your address, and he here was standing on your front porch, sniffing the air as a cocky smirk graced Katsuki's lips breathing in that sweet scent from last night. "Found you..." he purred.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #atsuhiro sako #mr compress x reader #Tw: blood #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha soulmate au #bnha vampire au

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shrinkyclinksfest · 3 years

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That's a wrap!

Thank you all so much for another successful run of Shrinkyclinks Fest! Altogether the works add up to 150K words of new Shrinkyclinks content and six new artworks! We want to thank all our wonderful writers, artists, promoters, promoters, readers, and supporters. We will see you all next year!

Without further ado, the Masterlist:

Title: Nazi Punks Fuck Off [Shrinkyclinks AU] Creator: bleedxblack Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 22 Warnings: N/A Summary: Local punk Steve Rogers goes to see his hardcore vocalist boyfriend, Bucky, perform with his band, Widow. Friend and guitarist Natasha took the first photo of them after the band had finished their set. Steve took the following photo himself while he watched his friends and lover play on stage.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271081

Title: Steve has hot guy problems Creator: HeyBoy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: T Prompt #: 33 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the ShrinkyClinks Fest prompt: Meet-cute at the gym! Smol Steve is determined to work on his cardio and fitness. He reluctantly goes to the gym, feeling intimidated but ready to spit fire at anyone who so much as looks at him twice. He is going to get a good workout, damnit. Ignore the clunkheads. Ignore the gym rats. Ignore the super hot guy with long hair and stormy eyes who always seems to be using the equipment near Steve. That wasn't so bad! Now we can shower and go home. Wait, hot guy is also in the shower and… he's singing. WAIT hot guy just exited the shower and now he knows that I know he was singing!.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271468

Title: asthma attacks, fire escapes, and chai Creator: beemotionpicture Medium: fic Rating: gen Wordcount: 6,657 Prompt #: 9 Warnings: none Summary: It happens because of his asthma of all things.

As soon as he feels short of breath he starts rooting through his messenger bag for his inhaler. Steve has a moment to think aha!and then fuck,before he’s losing his grip on the thing and it’s skidding across the pavement and into an alleyway.

He freezes when he realizes he’s not alone.

Steve hears a muffled sound coming from behind the dumpster, but that’s not what makes him look; no, it’s the metallic scent in the air which, with a creeping feeling of dread, he hopes isn’t blood. He looks. It’s blood.

And there’s a man sitting right in a puddle of it, leaning heavily against the brick wall and clutching his side with a metal hand.

How Steve finds an injured Bucky, nurses him back to health, and takes down a HYDRA agent while he’s at it. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33272239

Title: Highway Ghost Creator: Neonbat Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 15820 Prompt #: 31 Warnings: Usual WS Bucky warnings Summary: Steve hated long drives, it was too easy to zone out, especially when you’re full of cook-out food and good times. Having someone fall out of nowhere right in front of his car wasn’t exactly something he’d ever consider a possibility. He had enough excitement already from his job as an ER Nurse. Except, where most people would have been laid out on the asphalt, the man dressed in black got up without a scratch and insisted medical care wasn’t needed. The fuck was his life? Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33283738

Title: He "Accidently" Picked A Hot Roommate Creator: rufferto Medium: digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33279370

Title: special delivery Creator: @glim / glim Medium: fic Rating: Teen + Wordcount: ~6,000 words Prompt #: 30 Warnings: n/a Summary: Written for shrinkyclinksfest, Prompt #30: Steve Rogers has always been prone to sickness, but summer colds are the absolute worst. What he wants is a huge bowl of chicken noodle soup and some ice cream. What he gets is a food delivery guy who’s so built and hot Steve chokes on his tongue. That’s why he keeps ordering long after he’s recovered and how he finally gets Bucky Barnes into his apartment and his bed. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33343828

Title: When the Pool Closes Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1858 Prompt #: 36 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve just wants to enjoy a day out in the sun by himself. That’s not too much to ask. Except it is, apparently. With such fair skin, sunscreen is a must, and there’s no way he can reach his entire back. He’s just going to have to find someone to help him apply it, and if the guy is ripped… Well, it’s not Steve’s fault that he’s got good taste. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33341596

Title: To the Future and the Past Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1465 Prompt #: 40 Warnings: Major character death Summary: Maybe a funeral isn’t the right time to admit to a gay love story, but Bucky doesn’t care. That’s what Steve wanted, and Bucky’s never been able to say no to the love of his life. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33358726

Title: A Shot Across The Bow Creator: Author: Becassine Artist: Call_me_kayyyyy Art Rating: G Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 18382 Prompt #: 52 Warnings: Blood/Injury, Implied/Reference Abuse, Reference Slave Trade Summary: Bucky Barnes is a Pirate Captain, and one accustomed to getting his own way. When fate drops Steve Rogers in his path one lonely evening in Tortuga, his life is forever turned upside down. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33265450/chapters/82597747

Title: Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Creator: Girl_Back_There Medium: Fic Rating: Mature Wordcount: 6214 Prompt #: 45 Warnings: Some Homophobic Language, Instances of Sexual Harassment against women Summary:Bucky doesn’t know how his mother managed to Jedi mind trick him into dropping off Becca at summer camp this year, but she somehow did it. Despite his grumpiness at the unreasonable hour in which he was wrenched from his nice and cozy bed, Bucky is glad for this time with his little sister. Becca spends their time talking about the activities she got to do last summer that she hopes will be back again this year, all of which was organized by Steve Rogers. After she came home from Camp Marvel last year, all Becca could talk about was Steve Rogers, one of the counselors for her team, The Howlies. Steve Rogers was an amazing artist. Steve Rogers participates in all of the competitions despite his asthma, scoliosis, heart arrhythmia, and various other medical issues. Steve Rogers totally drinks his respect women juice. Bucky would be worried about his sister may be developing a crush on this Steve guy, but after meeting him, Bucky is more preoccupied with the crush he's developing on Steve. So preoccupied in fact, he ends up signing on to be a camp counselor for the summer. Link to work:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33339220

Title: The Way To A Man’s Heart Creator: Author: HaniTrash Artist: Kocuria_visuals Art Rating: T Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 11852 Prompt #: 53 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers, skinny Brooklynite, is a college student who makes old recipes and posts videos of them on tiktok. When Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier and Avenger, sees one, he's instantly hooked and becomes Steve's biggest fan. What follows next is a story of food, flirting, and a very unlikely pairing. But much like Steve’s unusual recipes, what shouldn’t work often does… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33312223/chapters/82722664#workskin

Title: Maybe A Muse Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): fic Rating: M Wordcount: 2871 Prompt #: 28 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33393928

Title: Be My Breath Creator: Goosenik and clarkestetler Medium: Fic Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 44,575 Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the Shrinkyclinks Fest 2021 prompt: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate.

Basically: Bucky moves in with Steve after he escapes from Hydra, and Steve begins the long process of helping Bucky remember how to be human again. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33275848/chapters/82626394

Title: Tap-Tap Into Your Heart Creator: huntress79 Medium: Fic Rating: T Wordcount: 5k Prompt #: 6 Warnings: none, except for one blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mention of animal death Summary: When HYDRA finally fell, the Soldier was lost, in more than one meaning. And for the next several months, he, more or less, drifted from one former safehouse to the other, always avoiding to stay too long in one place. Until he comes to Brooklyn - and finds a new purpose, again in more than one meaning… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33416524

Title: I'd be selfish but never with you Creator: Lacunalady on Ao3 Medium: Fic Rating: E Wordcount: 20k Prompt #: 32 Warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Prompted with: "Arranged marriage AU. Steve is a prince and Bucky is a newly crowned king of the neighboring country having conquered/overtaken the last ruler. In order to keep the peace between their countries, Steve's father decides for them to wed. Steve is reluctant for several reasons but mainly because he wants to marry for love and the fact that Bucky has a reputation for being exceedingly ruthless in battle (aka the winter solider)" by Bangyababy on Tumblr! Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33424936

Title: Just Peachy Creator: Erosanderis Fic Rating: N/A Wordcount : 1266 Prompt #: 34 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers was not looking forward to meeting his soulmate. Ever since the day he was born, he had the worst possible words on his forearm. So of course he would meet them at work. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33412060

Title: Knocking Boots with Sugar Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 4095 Prompt #: 29 Warnings: N/A Summary: In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33499603

#shrinkyclinks fest 2021 #masterpost 2021 #shrinkyclinks #stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanart

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Sleep tight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, home invasion, non-consensual drug use, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 4163.

Summary: You know someone tried to break into your apartment, but no one believes you since you live in the very same building as famous Captain America. Who is willing to risk it?

P.S. Inspired by the Door Lock.

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You were coming back from work late again, carrying a paper bag with fresh chicken nuggets, French fries and two butter croissants you intended to leave for the morning. It was your little ritual - every time you worked long hours you went to buy some fast food afterwards instead of cooking youself a dinner. You had neither strength nor desire to spend your evening in the kitchen.

Funny, you thought, how many people were walking the same street as you, and you felt like you were alone in the whole world, nonetheless. Every day was exactly the same: you were waking up feeling groggy and exhausted, making youself coffee and leaving for work where you spent most of your time; you looked for excuses to stay late just because you didn't want to come back to your empty apartment where it was always eerie silent. Then you read some book you ordered from Amazon or Indigo, had a glass of water and went to sleep. Your life was like an endless limbo or a time loop.

Watching a few school girls giggling and taking out there cellphones and cameras, you sighed. That poor Steve Rogers living the same building as you had it much, much worse. At least you didn't have any crazy fans following you and making photos of your windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

"Hey you there! What are you doing?" Someone's grumpy voice cut through the silence, and all those girls suddenly ran, laughing nervously and clenching their cameras.

It was one of your neighbors, a man in his 60s who was living two floors beneath yours, who walked to the building with a grocery bag in his hand.

"I swear to God next time I'm gonna take their phones and call their parents right away!" He grunted, shaking his bold head.

"I'll be there to give you a hand, Mr. Jones." You smiled at him, and he let out a chuckle, opening the door for you. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear."

Well, today wasn't that bad. Those girls couldn't do much harm. You remembered the day when you saw huge scary men dressed in black walking the corridor to Captain's apartment - it was way more frightening than a couple of silly students making photos of his balkony. But, regardless of how dangerous it could be to live so close to probably America's most famous superhero, the rent was doubled in a week and became three times higher in two months. You were lucky your landlady was a very compassionate woman who didn't raise the price immediately after he moved in this building.

Opening the door to your apartment with a key, you took off your shoes and put the bag on a little side table. God, you wanted to sleep so bad.

Barely eating a few nuggets you went to bed without opening the new book you bought.

The next morning you didn't feel much better, though. It was like you went to bed at 5 am instead of retiring early. Your mind was hazy. You were almost squiffy though you hadn't been drinking alcohol for a month or so.

Damn, you needed to do something about that lifestyle of yours. It was obviously unhealthy.

You spent one more day in the office doing useless work no one cared about. Coming back home felt as lonely as never before, and you almost cried in the dark before taking a hold of yourself and entering the building. There were no girls with the cameras today.

Laying on your bed, you stared at the glass of water on your nightstand. You didn't even remember refilling it in the morning. How much did you remember at all before arriving at work?

Oh no, you weren't going to live like that anymore. No more working overtime. No more fast food. No more weeping in your room with the lights off. You were a decent human being who didn't deserve to live like a recluse. Tomorrow evening you were going to dress up and go for a glass of wine in that little restaurant you were passing by every day. And in the weekend it would be good to give a call to your cousin and ask for a visit.

You hummed, looking at the clock glimming in the darkness of the room. It was already midnight, but you didn't feel even a bit sleepy. It was odd. Staring at the ceiling, you tried counting sheep but failed miserably after two hundreds. It was then when you heard someone's footsteps behind your door and chewed your lips. Was it Mrs. Abebe who lived next to you? She was never coming that late. Not that you remembered.

You were probably imagining things since the sound of footsteps died, but you didn't hear anyone opening the door or, in fact, moving at all. You were simply tired from all that stress.

That was what you were thinking when you heard someone inserting the key into your lock. You stilled, your eyes almost popping out of the sockets. What was happening? What was that?

Then the sound of the lock opening made you jump.

"Who is that?!" You screamed at the top of your voice and grabbed the lamp from your nightstand. "Who's there?!"

Then everything went silent once again, the door still closed in front of you. You couldn't hear any footsteps, couldn't feel anyone's presence just behind the door as if no one tried to force it open just a few seconds ago. You didn't know how much time you spent standing there, a heavy lamp in your hands to strike down the intruder, but no one had opened the door.

In the end, you clenched your teeth and slowly moved forward, pressing your ear to the cold metal - there were no sounds coming behind it whatsoever. Then you glanced through the peephole and saw only a row of doors just like yours. The stranger was gone.

You couldn't sleep after that, of course. You locked the door again, moved your heavy drawer to block it, and started calling the cops. Whoever was it, a thief or some creep, you didn't want to sit there and wait when someone gonna break into your apartment.

Police did nothing, of course. There were no cameras in the corridor to check whether someone was truly walking there, and, except that, they could help little with your situation. The camera outside showed no one entering the building, too.

In fact, they were so skeptical after hearing your story they almost made you cry. Why would anyone want to break in? You had pretty much nothing valuable except for a few gadgets and a little bit of money.

"No one would risk coming close to the place where Steve Rogers lives, ma'am," one of the cops informed you, irritated at your persistence. "You probably imagined it in your sleep."

No, you didn't. You heard it with your own ears, and no policeman could make you doubt that. You didn't care whether that freak was afraid of Steve Rogers, you just needed to be safe.

Next morning you didn't go to work. Instead you called a locksmith company and looked through all those smart lock that cost a fortune, but they were so much better than the pathetic one you had. The guy you were speaking to informed you that, actually, you story wasn't uncommon - New York was full of burglars. He calmed you down a bit by saying that it was probably some rookie who didn't ever hear about Captain America living in the same building.

The smart keyless lock you got installed was pricey but offered a great protection, the guy claimed. As you still shook from what happened earlier, you called your cousin, nevertheless, and went to live in her place for the whole week. Just thinking of what could happen to you that night brought you nightmares.

Who was that? What did that person need from you? Was he really hoping to get anything valuable without even knowing who lived there? Why did they come at night and not during the day when you were at work? God, you were scared to learn the answers.

You were no longer walking the streets alone as your kind cousin brought you to and off work, watching that no one was following you. It was a great relief to know there were no scary dudes around, but you couldn't be calm still. You barely slept at night.

Your cousin was too worried to let you go and live by yourself again even with the new lock installed, so you decided to stay with her for one more week. You just needed to get a few more things from your apartment since last time you left in haste. Of course, you didn't go there alone, your cousin and two of her male friends coming with you just in case something was to happen.

You screamed when you saw your new lock smashed to pieces, its black plastic parts laying on the floor right in front of your door.

This time police couldn't say anything about you imagining things, and the investigation had finally started. What scared you even more was that Mrs. Abebe had sweared the lock was in perfect condition when she returned home yesterday, and she didn't hear anything at all last night, a few other neighbors saying the same. No one knew how it happened and who could it be.

"But I just don't understand how could someone try this right under Captain's nose." One of the policemen huffed and puffed.

"Steven Rogers has been on a mission since last week." A woman said angrily, watching the guy with disgust. You vaguely remembered her name was Kate and she lived on the same floor as Steve. "Please don't tell me you need Captain America just to make you do your job."

With so many people expecting someone to break into their homes and fearing for their lives, it was easier to demand installing cameras in the corridors everywhere in the building. More than that, a few cameras were installed in your apartment too. A new biometric lock was now attached to your door, but you weren't sure it could keep you safe. It all felt unreal.

Of course, you were living with your cousin. She not only didn't protest against it, but refused to let you go anywhere at all. The only place you were still coming to was the office your worked in, and she was bringing you there and driving you home all the time.

The police said that the criminal didn't leave any fingerprints anywhere, and, most importantly, they didn't see any stranger entering the house the day your lock was smashed. It probably meant it was someone who stayed in the building. When they said that, Mrs. Abebe moved out the apartment the very same day and came to live with her son. You felt both pity and guilt. If you weren't there, she could live in that place peacefully like before.

Although the stranger didn't show up, the old policeman handling your case said something was very wrong there, he could feel it in his bones. This person wasn't a simple burglar, for sure. Although the policeman asked you to come back to your apartment - of course, under the watchful eyes of his team ready to defend you - to somehow provoke the criminal, you didn't agree. You valued your life too much to become a bait.

You just wanted to keep living with your cousin, especially when you were finally able to sleep again. You still felt groggy after, but you didn't consider it too important after all that happened to you.

However, you had to change your mind when one day you woke up and saw the toilet seat up. There was no man living at your cousin's place, and she didn't let anyone come over for a week at least.

The stranger had found you. He sneaked into the house all the same like before, but now it was also your cousin's life at stake, not just yours.

You cried and wept and prayed until you were a complete mess, your head heavy from the shouting. It wasn't a burglar who followed you - it was a stalker. The policemen were deeply concerned with the truth, but they gave you hope - stalkers rarely left their victim under such circumstances, and they were most certain they would capture the intruder the next time this psycho showed up.

You agreed to return to your old apartment. What else was there to do to keep your dear cousin safe?

It was as empty and silent as before, but now the atmosphere turned sinister. You were afraid to touch your own things, thinking of the sick bastard who touched them - the one who touched you in your sleep. No one had told you about it, but you were certain this person had been there with you many times before you caught him. Your routine had been very much the same during the whole year, and they knew it and used it to their advantage. Your stalker had seen you, touched you, done something to you. He was there all the time, and you didn't know. The cameras police installed showed everything that was happening in the apartment except for bathroom, so you tried to avoid going there as much as you could. Yes, you were on display all the time, but you weren't ashamed. You were ecstatic that cops were watching you every goddamn second.

When it was time to get to bed, you were too nervous. The police expected your stalker to show up, and although you had acquired the gun, you didn't feel safe even the slightest bit. Holding the heavy piece of metal in your shaking hand, you gulped down water from the glass and layed on the bed, watching the door. No one would hurt you. You had a gun, a group of cops waiting right next door, and your cousin who rented a room in a hotel next to your building. You were safe. You just had to stay awake before this sick motherfucker showed up.

But when he did, you slept very soundly with your head on the pullow, your gun on the bed sheets close to you.

When you woke up, that morning became your worst nightmare. Your gun was gone. The toilet seat was up again.

How outrageous you had been when you found out all your supposed guards had fallen asleep last night, drugged by something they didn't even know. Of course, there was nothing on the cameras. In fact, there were no cameras left in your apartment and the corridor whatsoever because your stalker had them all removed without even showing himself. How did they do it? What superhuman being did they had to be to twist both the police and you around their finger?

Well, maybe it was exactly the case. This intruder was too extraordinary. What if it wasn't you they were after? What if they were really trying to challenge Captain's America authority? And you were just unlucky enough to become a victim. You were picked most likely because you had a routine you had been following for a long time, and it made you an easy target. In the end, this intruder didn't rape you. He didn't hurt you. He didn't steal from you. He was coming to, what, lay close to you on the bed? Put up a toilet seat? No, it wasn't your attention he was after. He wanted to be acknowledged by the hero everyone was crazy about. Maybe he was like those girls who kept making the photos of Steve's balkony.

Once the realization hit you, everything became so much better. If he wanted the attention of Captain America, he would get it, Kate had assured you. How did she discover what was happening and how she could make him aware of your situation you didn't know, but soon those scary men dressed in black were walking the corridors of the building instead of policemen. Cameras were set up again while you were guarded at all times. Captain was returning tomorrow, you were told.

They wanted you to stay in the apartment, still. Actually, they clearly implied that you'd be put there regardless of your own wish because it was for the best. They were not some incompetent policemen, they said. You'd be protected regardless of what was going to happen to your stalker. This time you were ready to believe them - these guys looked like they could crack man's skull with just one hand - but your cousin insisted you had to do something, too. Funny enough, she gave you a teddy bear and told there's camera inside it. You could see everything it recorded with your phone.

Well, it couldn't hurt, could it? You placed the bear on one of the shelves just to make her feel better.

But nothing happened during the night. For some reason, you slept like a rock again, but there was no indication the intruder had been in your apartment. You called your new guards, and they confirmed everything was clear. They were confused with your sleeping habits, though. It was odd you could sleep so soundly during such moments.

Well, maybe that was it. Captain America was coming today, and now the intruder knew they were going to have his full attention. Maybe it was enough for them, and you would be set free after all those weeks of torture.

"I still can't believe he didn't show up last night." You said nervously and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. "I know it's stupid, but I feel like someone's going to jump at me when I'll be leaving the building."

"It's not stupid." Your cousin sounded concerned. "You're the bravest person I've ever met. I'd ask all those guys to go fuck themselves if they wanted me to spend one more minute in that place."

"I know, I know." You forced a smile as if she could see you. "But nothing happened, you see? I really think that... person wanted Captain, not me."

"You can't know it for sure, honey. You have to be careful before they catch that motherfucker, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

"Good. I'm going to buy some food, so I'll give you a call in half an hour."

"Sure! Please take care too."

"Of course!"

She hung up, and you were left alone with your thoughts again. You stared down your phone, thinking about all the things that happened to you. You wanted to know who was doing it to you more than anything else. Who was that person? The police said it was most likely to be a man in his thirties. What was his name? How did he look? What made him do all these things to you? Did he mock you for your stupidity when you didn't even realize he was always so close to you all that time?

Rubbing your eyes, you thought of the cameras and that teddy bear sitting on a shelf. Suddenly, you got curious how you looked in your sleep, what that intruder saw when he entered your apartment late at night. You opened the app on your phone without a second thought and pressed your finger to the screen to see the recording.

It was peaceful. You didn't snore and didn't move on the bed, laying there as if you were dead. Your drool wasn't running onto the pillow, and you were oddly glad you almost looked like a sleeping beauty. Well, at least at night your face didn't look so tired.

Then you saw the door on your screen moving. You chocked on air, staring at the tall muscular man entering your apartment so carelessly like he lived here too. What was this? How could it happen? They said no one entered your apartment last night. They said no one was even close to your door!

The man was wearing a cap that didn't allow you to look at his face, a dark blue bomber and jeans flattering his muscular figure. He was even bigger than those men guarding you, and you gasped when he stared directly into the camera as if he knew there was one in the teddy bear your cousin brought. But nothing shocked you as much as the face of the stalker.

It was Steve Rogers, the very same Captain America everyone loved and respected. He took of his shoes quietly and then left his bomber on the rack. When he turned his face to the camera, he was smiling and walking closer to it slowly like a predator knowing its prey couldn't escape.

He took the stuffed animal in his hands and brought it closer.

"I'm so glad you're watching, honey."

You whimpered, a tear running down your face. No, it couldn't be true. It just couldn't. He was supposed to be the hero, not some deranged stalker ruining your life.

"Sorry for being later than usual, but you've made it a bit harder for me, you know that?" His smile was so sweet it could make you think he's talking to his fiancee, not some girl he was stalking for god knew how many months. "But don't worry, I'm not blaming you. I know it's been tough for you too, honey."

He glanced back at you sleeping on your bed and came closer to you. You held your breath and clamped a hand over your mouth in horror.

"It's actually my fault because I shouldn't be doing this before marrying you... but I just couldn't help myself. You're not mad at me, are you?" You realized he was laying down the bed with a teddy bear in his hand, and then you saw him kissing your forehead. "I know you're not. Thank you, sweetheart."

Looking at your phone with terrified and tearful eyes, you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, but something inside you forced you to keep watching when Steve had gently lowered the straps of your top and planted an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, massaging your breast. You wanted to drop the phone to the floor, to throw it out the window, to break it against the wall, yet all you did was gawking at the recording with watery eyes and sobbing. He was insane. You saw it in his eyes - he wasn't going to question his own actions. Steve Rogers was sure he did the right thing when he broke into your apartment.

"You probably gonna have some questions when you'll see the recording." He continued as he put the toy on the bed to make you see better all the things he was doing to you. "You have never woken up at night because I've been giving you some medicine, but don't worry, it's perfectly organic and doesn't do any harm to your body." You felt your stomach twisting. "Sometimes if you forgot to drink water from the glass I had to press a cloth dampened in chloroform to your face. I don't like doing it, so please remember to stay hydrated before going to bed, honey."

You wailed like a child, rubbing your eyes with one hand and having a phone in the other. Why was it happening to you? What had you done? You had never met Steve Rogers in the first place. How did he know about your mere existence?

"But I won't need to keep doing it since our honeymoon is so close. Once we get married, we won't have to do anything like that anymore. I know you're tired of waiting, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it earlier." He kissed the top of your head and inhaled the scent of your hair. "We'll be leaving tomorrow. As for tonight, you'd have to sleep alone, but I'll be right here with you, so please don't worry."

Confused, you saw him moving with the teddy bear in his hand - the man left your bed and put the straps of your top back on your shoulders, covering your body with a blanket. He kissed your cheek one last time before returning the stuffed animal to its place and putting his bomber and shoes back on, but then...

Then he layed down on the floor and got under your bed. Though you kept watching the recording, you saw nothing else before the sun rose and you started waking up finally. You played the video further on, but nothing was happening still except you walking out to meet those men who were supposed to keep you safe. When you came back, you ate your breakfast and called your cousin.

You dropped your phone on the bed and stared at your legs, shaking so much your knees were knocking together.

He was still waiting for you under your bed.

Part 2

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Creating Concepts:

Project 3: Nostalgia and Memory

For this stage in my project, I gathered up a few references of antagonists from recent media I consumed - the products below share common traits that I often associated with geckos; little creatures with monstrous forms.

I often viewed geckos as aliens, and basically parasites in our house - despite the fact they were more help than hindrance, eating up all the less wanted pests within. One type of antagonist that stood out to me was the zurks from Stray (2022), which are organisms evolved from man-made bacteria. They scavenge for and feast on both meat and metal, thus causing a lot of danger to the environment of gameplay in Stray. While its obvious that geckos are not like that, one similarity that they do share with zurks is that they tend to avoid light.

Hence, my earlier comment of associating geckos with the dark in the previous post. Additionally, zurks also share similar quantities and mass with tokay geckos, further compelling me to use these glowy-eyed critters as reference for my visualisation of geckos:

I wanted to communicate the discomfort I feel when seeing tokay geckos, as well as how little me would have envision them while they lurked in the dark. I even accentuated the little razor-sharp teeth that they have. I kept the colours simple and binary: black and red. So, a bit of colour theory was implemented; I used red to signal danger, as well as black for mystery and correspondence to the dark.

The reason for my choice of colour scheme was heavily inspired by a graphic novel I read, called The Girl and the Glim (2022). Filled with vivid illustrations, the story is narrated through an array of symbolic colours - the antagonists, referred to as 'glums', are coded with a black and green palette. India Swift, the author of this novel, explained in her Twitch livestreams about representing her characters using colour theory, and that the green and black colours associated with the glums are meant to communicate fear and disgust to her readers.

Like zurks, the glums share similar size and feature. However, Swift explains that glums are transcendent beings, meaning that they take on a variety of size, mass, and even appearance, which are all based on the host they attach to. They are parasitic aliens that are fuelled by the negativity and fears of Earth's beings.

While I was happy with exploring the nightmare-fueled illustrations I created from tokay geckos, I still wanted to push their designs further and make them bigger and 'badder'. I also wanted to take an opportunity to produce a photo-bashed piece, which I have the pictures needed to create that.

My next post will involve further experimentation on my character design of geckos, including more inspirations I took and the photo-bash work I came up with.

Sources:

BlueTwelve Studio (2022) Stray [Video game]. Publisher OR Available at: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1332010/Stray/ (Accessed: 17 January 2024).

Swift, I. (2022) The Girl and the Glim. Available at: https://www.girlandtheglim.com/ (Accessed: 17 January 2024).

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The WoW Exodus Culture Clash

It’s not happening so much on Tumblr, but the Facebook XIV groups have become pretty painful lately due to the influx of WoW (and other MMO) folks who heard XIV was “good” so jumped ship to our game without understanding why the XIV community went batshit over the expansion.

XIV’s game play has always been secondary to the story. It’s a Final Fantasy game. We’re hanging out in a virtual world where we can be something we’re not in every day life, whether that’s a warrior of light/darkness, a master goldsmith, or a casual fisherman. We’re here because Square Enix has a reputation of building masterful fantasy worlds and telling cool stories, with a big helping of running jokes and occasionally interesting gameplay experiments.

This is long so I’m gonna shovel it under a cut.

XIV’s raiding community is a tiny portion compared to its creative community. Yeah, there are a few thousand folks that compete in the World First Race every couple of months, but there are another million people who are here because of the stories and art that the game inspires. I mean, I help run the ENTM screenshot contests. Actual combat is secondary to the aesthetics for many of us in the creative community! The only time we bother grinding out endgame content is when there’s a cool looking piece of gear we need for a glamour idea. (Then you will find us throwing ourselves in O12S dozens of times in a desperate attempt to get what we want.) Hell, just last month I was able to experience a full blown theater performance within the confines of the game, thanks to Stellazio Virtual Theater’s The Little Prince. XIV’s creative community is about taking the game engine, and using that as the building blocks to make the whole more than the sum of its parts.

I don’t mind the idea of story skips - ARR is in dire need of a rework and levels 1-50 are a glorified tutorial anyway. And if your friends are level 70 and you want to play with them, then go ahead and join them. (But please ask them for help and advice.)

What concerns me is when I see new players who use the story skips to jump to level 70 and then proceed to skip all the cutscenes, under the assumption that they need to get to 80 as soon as possible “to get to the good stuff.” Excuse me? The cutscenes are the good stuff as far as I’m concerned. This isn’t quite like WoW, where the level current 80 raids are going to be obsolete the second a new patch drops (and no one will ever run that content ever again.) XIV’s game has been built from the ground up with the assumption that they want to reward veteran players for going back and redoing old content to allow people to experience it, and that means that you will never want for a group to run stuff if you make friends and reach out to people for help. (Or roll into duty finder. Or find a group doing it on Party Finder if you have anxiety and don’t want to ask for help. Totally understand that.)

So my advice to anyone who is coming in from WoW is going to be this: SLOW DOWN. Take your time and savor the game. Watch the cutscenes. Go back and run old raids. Pick up a craft from level 1. Go fishing. (Seriously, fishing in this game could be a game unto itself.)

It’s a Final Fantasy game - it’s all about the journey, not the destination, even though the destination this go round has been really fucking awesome.

Our level 80 content isn’t going anywhere. Our level 50 content is still being run multiple times a day. XIV’s community is all about the glim glams, all about finding beautiful places in the open world and in the dungeons to have photo sessions and role play sessions, all about inspiring art and creativity and storytelling and music videos and having fun as a group. (The only dead content in XIV right now is Diadem - I suspect that once people have hit all 80s that even Eureka is going to get a resurrection by the achievement score crowd.)

#rambling thoughts #ffxiv #world of warcraft #xiv welcomes fabulous adventurers

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izukenjp:Amazon Music内で冨田　ラボのさあ話そう feat. 藤巻亮太 (Slowed & Reverbed)を見る music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0B3SHG… [https://twitter.com/izukenjp/status/1691818993013940731] ryosasuke39:当時の石巻での映像を交えながらの、ソロ活動開始時のインタビューを少しだけ #藤巻亮太 pic.twitter.com/uEB75mkhzQ [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691803457525793269] jwavelive2000:８/26(土)に富士スピードウェイで開催「BLUE SKY HEAVEN」にMONKEY MAJIKが出演します！ほかにはGLIM SPANKY、藤巻亮太、Omoinotake という豪華ラインナップ！ JR御殿場駅、新宿からシャトルバスも出発予定！詳細はこちらblueskyheaven.jp #BSH #ハーレー #jwave #MONKEYMAJIK… pic.twitter.com/XbtfIafZmP [https://twitter.com/jwavelive2000/status/1691785491346268521] atsuC_1225:藤巻亮太「3月9日」（カロリーメイトCM『夢の背中』篇フルバージョン） youtu.be/0t62AbOiKLg @YouTubeより [https://twitter.com/atsuC_1225/status/1691779902570471791] AshleyJeong0112:#REMIOROMEN #remioromen #music #song #photo #レミオロメン #藤巻亮太 #前田啓介 #神宮司治 🎼レミオロメン🎵🎶🎧 Have a nice day 😍 ▪︎▪︎▪︎with Remioromen▪︎▪︎▪︎ 📻OH MY RADIO "THURSDAY " 📻OH MY REMIO pic.twitter.com/cJRrBLZO68 [https://twitter.com/AshleyJeong0112/status/1691743764728127558] ryosasuke39:藤巻亮太 youtu.be/GfaDPS1MrUM すっかり今年のマウフジテーマ曲❓😅　Summer Swingはどちらかというと感傷的なマインドのアルバム「北極星」に近いから？("太陽の光を見つけた"という「Sunshine」でも本編に入らずベスト版収録だし) 中夜祭あるならそこで歌うとか？🎤 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713687059681450] ryosasuke39:電話/藤巻亮太 youtu.be/QysG5RCi584 原曲はもちろん、セルフカバーのヴォーカルの完成度が素晴らしいあの夢を追いかけ始めた神社時代⛩️ その思いはきっと今も "僕はまだここにいる" youtu.be/RBU0VA-e4D0 日日是好日/藤巻亮太 "そうまた夢の始まりさ" 裸のOh Summer [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713684928954750] ryosasuke39:きっと、いまだ見えない傷を抱えた人もたくさんいる。これからも向き合い続けていくんだね😌 "答えは出ないけど歌は続いてゆく" youtu.be/QPlR83uTmqs 光をあつめて/藤巻亮太夏の風物詩を味わいながら、向き合い、共有し、繋がった8月🌞 平穏で平和な日々を願って [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713679337902142] ryosasuke39:太陽の下/レミオロメン youtu.be/dtkSHTHMv7w 太陽の下/藤巻亮太 youtu.be/RpQPcb4AXgQ "深い悲しみの海ではどんな歌さえ響かないよ" 「日常を取り戻しているように "少なくとも見えた" 石巻」「自分にできることを、無力かもしれないけどやっていこう」 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713677181989018] ryosasuke39:「海街イメージコンピレーション」に収録旅立ちの日/藤巻亮太 youtu.be/qpAQ3cx2g0E ところで摘果した桃を塩漬けにして赤シソで漬けたら梅干しみたいになるのかな？アッ亮太さん梅干し苦手って言ってたな😮‍💨 コブサラダはラクダのコブ🐪じゃなくロバート･H･コブさん考案 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713670592766158] ryosasuke39:もっと遠くへ/レミオロメン youtu.be/0qkQLwDitgE (亮太さんはその時スターのオーラ、消しました⁉️←レミオロメンとしては日本航空学園滑走路に3万人集めた男🎖️) ご実家で藤稔🍇を味わったそう。ブドウの皮をむかずに向き合ったんだね(シャレなの❓マジなの⁉️🤣) #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713661092638822] ryosasuke39:改めて #ヴァンフォーレ甲府 #ツエーゲン金沢の両サポーターさん、ありがとうございました‼️ 戦いではあるけれど、チームや選手を応援する思い、互いに称え合いながら共有できる瞬間だったね😌 "繋がって和になるこの世界" youtu.be/Ab9f_og80zQ 朝焼けの向こう/藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713656260800746] ryosasuke39:だった(即興？) 今回は「みんなで支え合って応援している"つながり"を共有したい」と「3月9日」を歌唱したんだね😊 youtu.be/GUTHJnKPRFo 3月9日/藤巻亮太 #vfk 甲府サポさんは青🟦　#ツエーゲン金沢サポーターさんは赤🟥のペンライトを振ってくれてうれしかったとのこと💡 [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713653878481339] ryosasuke39:駄々こねる果物王子🤴←裸の王様ではない) "妄想空想破れぬカレンダー" 昨年の試合では「選手一人一人の頑張りに思いを馳せて」歌ったもっと遠くへ/藤巻亮太 youtu.be/Myzse-du9w4 確か最後に "諦めないでその心が決めた道を走り抜けて" のフレーズを繰り返した特別ver [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713650862764354] ryosasuke39:8月13日 #FM藤巻復習❗️ 　オンエア曲♪ Rock this town/Daniel Johnston 裸のOh Summer/藤巻亮太帰り道/OAU 光をあつめて/藤巻亮太裸の‥は意外にもご本人解説から2回目、光を‥は4回目のオンエア🎵 亮太さんの圧力😆イヤ熱意で #君たちはどう生きるかを見て原作も読んだ [https://twitter.com/ryosasuke39/status/1691713642042098077] AshleyJeong0112:#REMIOROMEN #remioromen #music #song #bestofbest #songoftheday #レミオロメン #藤巻亮太 #前田啓介 #神宮司治 #今日の曲 🎼レミオロメン🎵🎶🎧 Have a nice day😍 ▪️▪️▪️with Remioromen ▪️ ▪️ ▪️ 🔸️song of the day🔸️ 🔹️今日の曲🔹️ ▪️チャイム▪️ youtu.be/hTS4Vq_labI [https://twitter.com/AshleyJeong0112/status/1691668948809613570] jwavelive2000:８/26(土)に富士スピードウェイで開催「BLUE SKY HEAVEN」にGLIM SPANKYが出演します！ほかにはMONKEY MAJIK、藤巻亮太、Omoinotake という豪華ラインナップ！ JR御殿場駅、新宿からシャトルバスも出発予定！ blueskyheaven.jp #BSH #ハーレー #jwave #MONKEYMAJIK #GLIMSPANKY #藤巻亮太… pic.twitter.com/KMzDgNvCn2 [https://twitter.com/jwavelive2000/status/1691620703785885943] hsy_srgm:♪おはようございまレミオロメン今日はれうねくん(@reune_0111 ) とディズニーシーです😻🌋 🎶おはよう！今日は何して��ぼう？喜びが夏空に広がってゆく🎶 藤巻亮太「波音」 youtu.be/53oF8afoono [https://twitter.com/hsy_srgm/status/1691616020161819127] ORchama:人の縁も重なり合って混ざりあって何かがうまれてくのさ 🎼.•*¨*•.¸¸🎶🎼.•*¨*•.¸¸🎶 #千変万化 #藤巻亮太おはようございます🍃🌸🍃 この広い世界の中で出逢えた奇跡に✨感謝✨ 皆様いつもありがとうございます佳き一日をお過ごし下さいね 💖•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ pic.twitter.com/NijBTHph4Q [https://twitter.com/ORchama/status/1691562710973210640] glGg7f61AWhkZ:MY J-WAVE : 人にも社会にも地球にもやさしいコトやモノ「エシカル」がキーワード藤巻亮太さんが語る「Mt.Fujimaki 2023」への決意 j-wave.co.jp/myjwave/detail… [https://twitter.com/glGg7f61AWhkZ/status/1691558042050109943] emi_chan8181:冨田ラボ - 「さあ話そう feat. 藤巻亮太」（Lyric Video） youtu.be/AtROcCgtloc @YouTubeより久しぶりにこれ聴いた😊 お盆休み最後の朝！何とか乗り切るぞ！ PVに知り合い（笑）が出てる😎 [https://twitter.com/emi_chan8181/status/1691538444273803264] TiI3cb9uZ1cIYku:グレープ、斉藤和義さん、JUJUさん、藤巻亮太さん、中山優馬さん聴きながら寝ます(^o^) [https://twitter.com/TiI3cb9uZ1cIYku/status/1691503858672103424] shantisan815:【解説】一昨日、迎え盆で親戚の家へ行った時に親戚から頂いた赤ワインを飲んでおりまして、親戚の家でも赤ワインうめ〜うめ〜言いながら飲んでました😂 🪐テーマ「赤ワイン4杯目」 🎧Music selection 🎤Artist:藤巻亮太 🎶Music:ウィスキーが、お好きでしょ pic.twitter.com/pf4L02rJmE [https://twitter.com/shantisan815/status/1691484305678270464] ookamitohitsuji:ベテルギウス - 藤巻亮太オオカミ青年 #せみぷれ open.spotify.com/track/4qX5FNqZ… pic.twitter.com/YgCNEt3akj [https://twitter.com/ookamitohitsuji/status/1691471040122404864]

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