Monster Naoki Urasawa - Blog Posts
"I forgive you"
Who am I, really?
Кто я, на самом деле?
You have become more than my father
Ты стал мне больше, чем отец
The series of art on Johan's personality continues, thanks for the likes and reblogs, this is very important to me!!
!TW: blood
Me and Anna in the whole world...
Я и Анна, во всём мире...
Just start read The Master Keaton by Naoki Urasawa, and i had an idea...
#sketch for idk #i really dunno what to do at work #Tenma just like Black Jack ahaha
Goodbye, mother
Прощай, мама
I freaking love it when characters love dieter. I LOVE YOU DIETER😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺
If Johan Libert has a Grimore
“Silent watcher” Kenzo Tenma x F!Reader
genre: fluff, slight angst to comfort. cw: slight spoilers, anxiety, dealing with trauma, post canon au
The second week of October in the foothills of southern Germany was overcast. From the small open balcony, where her feet were freezing from standing for so long, there was a view of the misty plain a couple of dozen meters down the slope. She rested her shoulder on the door frame, slightly leaning to the side, and dispassionately watched the drumming raindrops. The humidity of the air provided a sense of coolness with each breath, as if reaching the alveoli directly, and the rhythmic pounding of the drops hitting the surface was pleasantly calming.
Once she hated the rain. But then something changed. No, the rainfalls did not become less frequent, less gray. She became different.
From a warm awareness, a shadow of a smile appeared on her calm face, and her auditory receptors were distracted by another monotonous sound. The rustle of the rain slowly began to replace by the rustle of a pen sliding over paper, coming from the bedroom they shared for the duration of their stay in the hotel. Her bare feet carefully stepped over the wooden sill, not wanting to feel the still fresh pain of hitting it last night, and found themselves on a room’s floor which was only a couple of degrees warmer than the wet tiles of the balcony. Her hair, slightly fluffed up by the moisture, kept trying to get into her face as her quiet steps made their way towards the desk.
He had once loved the rain. But then something had changed. No, the rainfalls had not become less frequent, less gray. He had become different.
The black ink of the pen traced the lines of the German alphabet evenly on the expensive coated paper. He wanted to focus on the unwanted mail, just not to hear it, just not to remember it, just not to see it. The meaningless advertisements and annoying requests for interviews that he had finally learned to ignore seemed to be a salvation for him at such moments. Focusing on the calligraphic handwriting, on the work of the hand, writing the letters with excessive diligence, he was distracted. Perhaps this was partly why he decided to connect his life with neurosurgery. Endless hours of painstaking manual work freed him from the need to live in the present. The brain was busy, the heart also temporarily fell quiet. The silence lulled.
Kenzo continued to write out template phrases of greetings, apologies, farewells. It seemed as if just a little more and he would go to the neighboring rooms, collecting advertising letters, and would write responses to them, signing them himself as Mr. N or Mrs. T. He himself, also not noticing, slightly blushed from excessive efforts, completely immersed in routine work.
The pen froze only for a moment, when a cool trace of someone else's palm remained on his hot cheek, on the opposite temple - a slight imprint of cold lips.
If someone had been watching them through the window that overlooked the shallow slope, they would have been reminded of Klimt's "Kiss". The play of temperatures descended on his collarbone, diving under the collar of his wide shirt along with a woman's forearm, as cold as the pads of her fingers, which still tormented the capillaries on his cheek with a chill. The rain was disgusting to him. The rain was mixed with blood, hatred, the sticky and tenacious nightmare of Ruenheim. But now only it gave him another moment with her, another joyful moment of life. Another second, minute, hour, day spent with someone who truly knew him. Love in the present, not the future and not the past.
And only the rain could paint their "Kiss".
English is not my first language, but I’m pretty fluent, so had to use translator and correct some mistakes, would love some feedback :)
Heinrich Runge on Character.ai
I saw @elevw's (sorry for linking your account, I'll remove the link if you'd like) chats with Heinrich Lunge on Character.ai and decided that I want to try that for myself, too. And so I did. And immediately I came to realize that AI Lunge is very, very off. He didn't know basic things, he appeared almost hysterical. After talking to him for a bit, I decided that I've had enough and that in order to fix this situation I need to make my own Runge.
And... so I did.
Here he is. I have spent the past three days conversing with him, as well as teaching and defining him, and I think he is more or less ready by this point. I hope he is, at least. He is still somewhat lost and doesn't know a lot, so don't expect much from him, but I think his manner of speaking and attitude are passable.
Here's some examples of the conversations I had with him:
What surprised me at some point, is that when I introduced myself as Grimmer, he managed to recognize me. I can't guarantee you the same result, since I'm still not sure exactly how Character.ai works, but, well. I thought it was incredibly impressive. Just look at it:
For the greater cause I am giving in to my corrupting impulses of drawing men in love, that cause being Grunge severely lacking in content. I would add "still", but really, nothing is changing, it's just me boiling alive in my own broth. Well, maybe something is changing, but I can't see it for now. For now, I will be the change I want to see in the world and spew whatever this is into the social media space. Sounds like a plan to me. I would've elaborated on what's going on here, but that's kinda embarrassing and I don't want to. Just take it, please. Or don't. That's also good.
Deadpanning jokes. Why would he be flustered, anyway?
Consider this
Overdid the height difference on the first one... Still losing my mind. Also, no explanation for that ridiculous excuse of a cable-knit sweater on Runge. I guess I overdid that one, too. Or underdid. Not sure.
I had to. I have to.
I am exasperated, there needs to be more grunge content, so I had to make some
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Monster (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wolfgang Grimmer/Heinrich Lunge Characters: Wolfgang Grimmer, Heinrich Lunge, Wim Knaup, Fritz Verdemann Additional Tags: Letters, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Psychological Attachment, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Developing Relationship, Alcohol Summary:
Grimmer survives Ruhenheim. Inspector Runge, whose personal life and career have suffered a downfall, is determined to fulfill his promise and treat Grimmer to a "delicious, cold beer." In the end, he believes, it was time for him to draw the line and start a new life on the ruins of the old one.
The covers I made for my fanfiction. The second one didn't quite cut it, 'cause... depicting beer is illegal. And stuff. I am not even joking. On the other hand, I didn't like it that much anyway. Is it considered alcoholism here? On Tumblr? Jesus Christ, I don't even know.
So then I drew the one that goes first here. I don't like it either, but I guess it's a little better? It's happier. Doesn't really fit, seems too naive to me, but it's better. Anyway, I thought that there's not enough fanart of these guys, so... here's my investment to the fund. The poor, poor fund...