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kitsunigami · 9 months
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Monster | Johan Liebert, layouts
𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆/𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅/𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅
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sonizitos · 2 years
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☆★ premier amour . . . 💢
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phantasmiafxndom · 3 days
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Out of all the animes you’ve watch what ones are your favorites
...you know what, you get the serious answer. I used to track my anime watching, so out of the 450+ completed ones on my list, here are some of my top recommendations! (In terms of quality, more so than what I've spent the most time dwelling on.)
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One Piece — I haven't technically watched all of this one, but after falling back into the fandom after an 8-ish year break, I really can't understate the quality. One Piece's story is amazing, and I'm consistently impressed by the author's characters/worldbuilding.
Dominion Tank Police (1988) — I have FEELINGS about the villain in this one... Overall, 80s sci-fi vibes mix with themes of ethical responsibility and societal peacekeeping, and the "don't you just want to go apeshit? :)" protagonist (who's also extremely aromantic-coded) is a hilarious, yet wonderfully earnest little menace!
Kyousougiga — I've been rewatching this one recently, and the sheer detail in every scene is STUNNING. I keep having to pause to mentally scream about the symbolism, and tbh, knowing the plot from my original watch is only improving the experience.
Tekkon Kinkreet — This one's a movie, not a series, but SKLJKHS IT HAUNTS ME. Absolutely chilling, by the time the big plot twists roll around... Beyond that, the overall aesthetic/vibe is impeccable, and the exaggerated, messy art style only adds to that.
Kemonozume — Monster/human forbidden romance with stunning art and a great soundtrack. The plot started out a bit confusing, but all of the scattered story elements came together nicely in the end!
The Tatami Galaxy — The "get your shit together and start enjoying your life" anime. It's plenty good as just a story, but I got some excellent life lessons out of it too. Solid mix of comedy, drama, and charismatic-yet-extremely-bizarre characters interacting.
Monster — Excellent slow-paced, psychological horror packed with ethical dilemmas, traumatic backstories, and so many Extremely Depressed Men. In other words, there's a very good reason why Johan Liebert used to end up on so many "best anime villains" lists.
Paranoia Agent — I have nothing but praise for Satoshi Kon's work, in general, and Paranoia Agent has been my favorite of the ones I've seen so far. Compared to his movies, it really benefits from the extra space for plot development, and the big emotional twist hits hard.
Revolutionary Girl Utena — A true classic. <3 There are enough tumblr essays about this tragic yuri masterpiece that I won't go into detail myself, but yes, it's every bit as good as you've heard.
Black Lagoon: Roberta's Blood Trail — The entire Black Lagoon series is excellent, but Roberta is my special girl. Unfortunately, the OAV adaption compresses the manga's version of her arc pretty heavily (and the altered ending is kind of dumb), but I still have to recommend it. Babygirl's breakdown is a REAL mess kjshghs
Claymore — Excellent pseudo-medieval fantasy with badass female characters, lots of body horror, and top-tier monster design. The manga is MUCH better than the anime after a certain point, however.
Kuuchuu Buranko — An episodic series about an eccentric psychiatrist interacting with his troubled patients. The mixed-media animation style and bizarre characters are what sold it for me, along with the exploration of mental health through storytelling tropes.
Cannon Fodder — An artistic short movie that's twenty minutes of aesthetic experience and fascinating worldbuilding implications. I love the vibe, and the "one, long horizontal frame" style is neat.
Flowers of Evil — The art style. The VIBES. The whole thing is incredibly eerie and off-putting, with a plot that's pretty much: "congrats! two shitty teenagers are tearing each other's lives apart!".
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malware-180 · 1 year
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Johan headcanon | WHEN YOU ARE SICK
Johan buys the necessary medicines so that you can recover your health soon. Added to a lot of desserts and drinks that are your favorites.
The blond boy also rents movies on Blockbuster to make the company less obnoxious. You know that as long as he is with you almost any discomfort is canceled.
Liebert monitors the heat that your body emanates every 3 hours, if he notices that you are still hot, he places an ice pack on your forehead. If more than 24 hours have passed and the fever has not gone down much, he does not hesitate to take you to a private hospital as long as you are cured quickly and with excellent care.
You will often become delusional and say inappropriate things in front of your boyfriend. You are going to confess a lot of embarrassing things, I hope you prepare yourself. Johan just laughs at your nonsense. You're adorable when you spout stupid things because of your sickness.
Once you are fully healed, he will take you out to eat at a restaurant that is up to your standards. Then they will take a trip through the city of Heidelberg. It's the good part about when you get sick, right? Whims everywhere;)!
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ranposbabe · 9 months
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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader
Chapter 16
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The house might as well have been empty.
You father sits down sluggish in his chair as you stand purposely far away.
Your stare makes him feel worse and worse and you know this and yet you continue.
“What do you want me to say ?” He croaks, his head down in shame.
He would’ve been better off not speaking as the more or really the less he says the more you become rightfully agitated.
“The shed was literally set on fire ! That was no accident !”
“All of it is gone do you understand?! It’s gone !”
He stays still and it deeply angers you.
“Is there alcohol in that fridge ?” You point at it yet you don’t dare to look, already knowing the answer to your question.
He doesn’t respond yet he doesn’t need to. You rush over and pull the fridge door open and the sight disgusts you.
An almost empty six pack a newly bought six pack, expired food and no sign of a drink that doesn’t contain alcohol.
How could it only take you this long to realise how bad this was ?
“I thought you only drank in the pub with those other drunks ?” You sigh.
Oh how wrong you were.
There was some part of you that desperately wanted to be wrong yet you weren’t. “I haven’t been getting cases because all this time I was putting that shed together !” He chokes on a sob.
You would’ve been disturbed by his sudden burst of emotions and yet you can’t find it due to be so ill by the last couple of days. One bad thing after another all because of some cases.
“What the hell is that on your cast ?” He suddenly barks, his finger points at you like he was accusing you of something.
How dare he. “So you don’t acknowledge the whole situation of me having a fracture due to you sending me on the job but you can when there’s initials on my wrist ?!”
To make matters worse he completely disregards everything you said.
Especially the fact that you almost broke your arm because of him.
“Is it a guy you’re seeing ?” He raises a brow.
“I don’t even have time to be seeing a guy because I’m so busy doing your cases for you !” You scoff.
“You won’t be busy anymore .” He chuckles. You can almost feel a blood vessel pop. He has the audacity to laugh.
He doesn’t get it. He never will. He’s hungover and yet he makes more sense even when he’s drunk on the job.
He’s more incompetent when he’s sober.
It is only when you stand your ground and shout he dares to meet your eyes.
“The past year I’ve been following your lead with no arguments.”
If you weren’t wearing a cast you would’ve clenched your fist by now.
“You need to go to a rehab centre or a meeting ! I don’t care whether you spend twelve days or twelve hours this happens now !”
“I’m done.” You state before finally walking off, leaving him sat in shame.
But before you leave there was something you needed to do.
You stand still just like you were last night.
This time now however the sky is bright and the shed somehow still standing is the colour of coal.
The door frame was still intact.
The roof was caving in, it could collapse at any moment. But when the light catch something in the corner you instantly notice.
You gasp at the sight. You know especially now you shouldn’t ge typur hopes up. Clearly not but still there’s something…there !
In between two what once would of been boxes there was a file. Either it fell between the boxes or maybe it was shoved between the two. You shake you head at the thought
The file was about to crumble under your touch yet when you quickly flicker to the last page there a corner seemingly not destroyed by the fire.
At the bottom of the page the only speck clear of ash and ruin. Only one word or rather name was freed from the flames.
Johan
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spacehost · 3 months
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" THERE  IS  NO  PATH  BEYOND  THE  SCOPE  OF  LIGHT  ,  BEYOND  THE  REACH  OF  DARK  .  .  .  WHAT  COULD  POSSIBLY  AWAIT  US  ?  AND  YET  ,  WE  SEEK  IT  ,  INSATIABLY  .  .  .  SUCH  IS  OUR  FATE  . " GOD  ,  DO  YOU  SEE  THE  RADIANT  LIGHT  ?  DO  YOU  HEAR  THE  BEAUTIFUL  CHANT  ?  DO  YOU  FEEL  THE  TENDER  WARMTH  ? " . . . I MAY BE SMALL , BUT I WILL DIE A COLOSSUS . . . "
TW ; religious mentions / blasphemy , death / parental death / spousal death , guns , super brief eye gore mention with very little description .
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*     ◟    :    〔   BIANCA LAWSON  ,      CIS WOMAN    +   SHE / HER    〕      AMAHLE     ANDELL ,      some say you’re a  FOURTY    -     THREE  YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  INVENTIVE  and  DISMISSIVE,  one can’t help but think of  GOD COMPLEX  by   VIOLENT VIRA  when you walk by.    are you still a    CEO   at    STONEAGE INDUSTRIES,     even with your reputation as the FALSE GOD?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   TO BE GENTLE WAS TO BE BRUISED BY THE SLIGHTEST BRUSH ACROSS YOUR SURFACE. TO BE A FLOWER WAS TO LIVE A SHORT AND FLAWED EXISTENCE IN A WORLD WHERE YOU'D BEG FOR EARTH AND RAIN, FOREVER FEARING THE DAY WHEN YOU WOULD BE CLIPPED AT THE ROOT. TO BE BEAUTIFUL WAS TO BE SERVED FOR DINNER; THE FEAST OF CHAMPIONS. SO YOU PULL YOUR CURLS PACK INTO A BUN, YOU VOID YOUR FACE OF LIPSTICK AND FALSE EYELASHES, YOU DANCE IN THE RAIN WITH HEELS TOO HIGH COUPLED IN YOUR HAND. PROUDLY, YOU TAKE IN THE RAIN AS IF IT FELL TO YOUR COMMAND. YOU DANCE EVEN AS YOU SCRAPE YOUR FEET ON ASPHALT. YOU EXIST AS A SPECTACLE; MORE THORN THAN ROSEBUD AND IT PLEASES YOU, KNOWING THAT YOU ARE NOT SOMETHING MADE FOR EASY CONSUMPTION. IF YOU'RE A FEAST, THEN YOU'RE A FEAST OF GLASS — SHARP AND WHITE - HOT — AND YOU'LL TAKE THIS WORLD DOWN WITH YOU WHEN IT TRIES TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE ; IT WAS WHEN YOUR BACK WAS AGAINST THE WALL, WHEN THE COLLECTION OF ALL OF YOUR FAILURES HAD GROWN SO VAST THAT YOU HAD TO MAKE A DECISION TO USE YOUR ARMS TO KEEP THEM FROM HITTING THE GROUND OR TO HOLD YOUR LOVER. IT WAS WHEN YOU BLEW FROZEN AIR INTO YOUR GLOVED HANDS OUT OF FLAWED HUMAN NATURE AND MUSCLE MEMORY — FINGERS SO COLD AND YET THEY HELD ONTO THAT FALSE HOPE YOU'VE GRASPED. IT IS THERE IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SILENT SEA, WHEN ALL WAS LOST . . . THAT YOU GAZED UPON THE FACE OF GOD ; YOU LOOK UPON YOUR CREATION AND THEY GAZE BACK WITH SOMETHING  FEARFUL RESTING IN THEIR EYES. YOU DON'T LOOK AT THEM WITH LOVE OR EVEN ADMIRATION. YOU GAZE AT YOUR DISCOVERY WITH A RAVENOUS HUNGER, WITH FORKED TONGUE AND FANGS, AS YOU ASK THEM, " DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD? " YOUR GIGGLES ECHO THROUGH THE SPEAKERS WHEN THEY QUESTION YOU. WHO IS GOD? " WHY, ME, OF COURSE. ",    although we can’t help but think of GUS FRING ( BREAKING BAD ), JOHAN LIEBERT ( MONSTER ) and BILL ( KILL BILL ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.     
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BASIC INFORMATION : full name : amahle mary andell . name meaning : amahle , of zulu origin meaning " the beautiful one , the prettiest , the finest " . named mary , after mary of nazareth , mother of christ . nicknames ( s ) : has a dislike for nicknames . age : fourty - three . date of birth : september 1st . hometown : marrakech , morocco . ethnicity : black . nationality : moroccan - american dual citizenship . gender : cis woman . pronouns : she / her . orientation : lesbian / homosexual , homoromantic . religion : raised muslim , converted to christianity , has since stop practicing christianity . occupation : ceo at stoneage industries . living arrangements : owns an extravagant condominium , with a perfect view of the skyline . language ( s ) spoken : moroccan arabic / darija , french , english . accent : the slightest arabic accent .
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE : face claim : bianca lawson . hair color : black . eye color : dark brown . height :  five foot two inches / one - hundred and fifty - eight centimeters . weight : one - hundred and twenty pounds / fifty - four kilograms . build : slim hourglass , small chest . tattoos : none to speak of . piercings : a number of ear piercings ; a hood piercing ; nipple piercings . clothing style : usually wears long dresses made from flowing and soft fabrics , like silk . will occasionally wear pants and blouses , always in high heels to boost her height , however , they're promptly kicked off when she's relaxing . lots of gold jewelry like earrings , necklaces , rings and bracelets that make her chime as she walks . distinguishing characteristics : slightly uneven blink ( barely noticeable , but it is a flaw nonetheless ) , a mole on her temple , nails and toes always done and painted to match .
HEALTH : physical ailments : former amblyopia or " lazy eye " that was surgically altered in her childhood to correct her vision . mental health : ptsd ; undiagnosed bipolar disorder / manic episodes . allergies : none . sleeping habits : healthy , she sleeps most nights and wakes up early . eating habits : healthy metabolism and appetite . exercise habits : works out in her personal gym every morning. body temperature : warm - natured . addictions : none . alcohol use : social drinker . skills : skilled marksman ( both guns , unknown to the public , and archery , known to the public ) , skilled in self defense ; judo ( known to the public ) , krav maga ( unknown to the public ) . developed the decommission protocol used by the blade runners against defective replicants , genius level intellect , peak human conditioning .
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HISTORY :
GOD ? DO YOU SEE THE RADIANT LIGHT ?
you followed the protocol . the eject sequence was followed perfectly and you should know , you fucking wrote it by hand . you recognize the problem as soon as it arises and you act accordingly . you grip your space suit , more importantly the golden pin underneath , and your expression twists into something sour . you were no rookie . this was not even close to your first excursion in space . you were not only a seasoned astronaut , but a damn good one at that . you followed the protocol , you followed the protocol , you followed the FUCKING PROTOCOL . you lose communications moments later as you hands shake with fury . your lips quiver as you curse and punch your fists against the panel . in space , no one can hear you scream . no one but you and the love of your life that watches you with widened eyes . in all of your short time together , she has never heard you raise your voice , never heard you curse . you didn't even cry when she proposed . now , as you frantically do all three in the face of another failure , she thinks of how she fears this sight more than your deaths .
she doesn't know how to comfort you . she doesn't know that you've reverted to that child that fears failure more than any boogeyman or monster under your bed . you've been married for a couple of years now , but you were little more than a stranger to her . you knew everything about her . you knew of how her grandmother sang and her mother's bad cooking . all that your wife knew about you was that you loved her . . . and that you hated your middle name .
" let's take this time to properly introduce me to the woman i love . " she voices with a smile and , to that , you let out an anxious breath .
" we're not going to die here . " you coldly reply , flipping switches to try to reestablish communications . she wraps her arms around you and you melt into the embrace .
" who are you , mrs . andell ? "
suddenly , you were more willing to accept death than to have the shadows of your past ripped from your clinched teeth .
DO YOU HEAR THE BEAUTIFUL CHANTS ? DO YOU FEEL THE TENDER WARMTH ?
even you were a child once . your mother named you amahle mary , beautiful mother of christ was what she intended as the meaning , but now you tell people in her absence that your mother was an intellectual , a poet , even . the name mary used as a metaphor to how you would go on to give birth to humanity ; the mother of innovation . you paint your mother as the person who lit the wick to your love of academics , to the thrill you felt from competition . she was a single mother who put herself through college while raising you to be independent .
you crush a glass in your hands after a mother's day interview where you have to sing to the praises of this loving figure in your life . a person of sound intellect , a poet , you laugh with a tongue laced in mania — your mother wasn't allowed to carry her own money , she could rarely leave the house , your mother couldn't read . your father , you killed him in your stories , but in your youth , he was still very much alive . your home was strict . you wore a headdress over your hair , as did you mother , to show your dedication to allah . your mother made you beautiful dresses and begs your father to buy you a pair of mary janes to dress you with and he says yes , if for nothing else than to keep her occupied by dressing her doll . you came from a meek woman and an egotistical man . you were a flawed possession , your amblyopia later corrected not because it hindered your vision , but because it hindered your beauty .
no , your achievements weren't because of some strong - willed matriarch that set an example for you . they were because of your own rebellion . you exchanged those mary janes for reading and math lessons from a neighbor — a young girl from cape town . you'd learn constellations by name and dream of one day standing on them with your own two feet . you had found an old roller set and stay up all night curling your beautiful hair with them , dreaming of a better fate . you didn't believe in god , but you did believe in stars and things within reason and sound explanation .
however , there isn't an explanation for how you were cursed with such misfortune . you made it to the stars just to end up lost among them . your wife feeds you all of the resources until they're depleted . she forwards the last of your oxygen into a pod and locks you inside when you are too weak to even bang against the reinforced glass . she tells you that she loves you with her last breath and you read it off of her lips , collapsing to your knees to spare yourself of the sight . you gaze out at the stars from where you lay with eyes glazed over , but your eyes , they widen at the view of a bright light that fills your pod with an uncanny warmth . you hear BE NOT AFRAID , and you aren't . you do not fear the radiant light , you hear the chants , you feel the warmth . you do not fear the face of god .
NOTHING HERE BUT . . .
you wake up a changed woman in so many ways . a surviver , a believer , a legend and a widow . you are told of how your comms were reestablished and you were able to drop your coordinates . you don't think to ask of your wife's fate until it is brought up to you . head down , you promise to pray for her and to take it from here .
you're given every medal of honor possible . you make a personal appearance to cut the rope of the street named after you and it all does well to make your eventual release and forced retirement taste more sweet than bitter . you put on a brave face as you walk out of the profession that had defined you . you reassure yourself that all was well , for your newly found faith has blessed you with a new passion .
the science behind replicants wasn't something that you had created , but you'd argue with pride that you perfected it . you created the code for many of the models that walk the earth now . you wrote it and input the data yourself . in your attempt to manufacture an artificial human soul to breathe a new life into your replicants , you become the reason behind the first defective replicant . your team moved fast , you cover up your failure and spin the narrative like only you can , but it still exists as a failure . . . something you wouldn't accept .
NO . . . YOU CAN'T SEE THE RADIANT LIGHT .
the blade runners are your legacy , your own personal replicant hit squad , the solution to your mistakes . you present them as a long term maintenance for replicants that rank poorly on the defect protocol that you've managed to make mandatory . you model it after your favorite poem and it secretly exists as a tragic end dressed in a beautiful gown . you are the mother of replicants , of innovation . you send your blade runners to drag your failures to your feet , they hand you the gun and you double tap bullets into their heads . it satisfies the violent need in you to dip your fingers in blood . there are other times where you rid them of their eyes first . how fitting that you are the last thing they see , just as you also once blacked out at the view of god's face .
YOU CAN'T HEAR THE BEAUTIFUL CHANTS . YOU CAN'T FEEL THE TENDER WARMTH .
you quietly tweak you whole organization to aid you in your fight for perfection . you work with everyone from memory maker to mechanic in your ambition to replicate the human soul , something that will solidify you as a god in theory and execution , and on the chance that your creations fail to impress you , you send your hounds to tear them with their teeth .
appearances are very important to you . you've put money into building schools and you're the face of the anti - gun campaign . who would even think that you could shoot with such precision , let alone that you sleep with a desert eagle under your pillow . you frequently attend the church that was built on the street named after you even though you've long since lost your faith . you are a jealous god , you can't bring yourself to share worship . you look over the new york skyline as if you're holding a magnifying glass to ants and you laugh as you send your runners through the streets .
you don't fear the eyes of a nonbeliever . your power unchecked , you're determined to prove that god is not only real , but a woman .
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slthills · 2 years
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liebert siblings ! ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
all art credits: https://www.instagram.com/thisuserisalive/
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webfeijao · 3 years
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Johan, come back to us.
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fattymadiy · 3 years
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^ 7/10. I was a little confused at the end and still am tbh.
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shebsart · 5 years
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“Brother, please say my name.”
“We don’t have names.”
Day 23: Nameless children
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randomnotesofmyown · 4 years
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Urasawa’s Monster (43-44)
Episode 43 - Detective Suk (Or. world crumbled)
Detective Suk at the basement where three bodies were found. He was unprepared for the scene and vomited. 
Later that night, Suk went to a bar to meet with his friends, he vowed to avenge Zeman, a person he respected from the bottom of his heart. His friends tried to excuse themselves but Suk asked them to stay and drink some more with him. Then he spotted the blonde girl he had a crush on, so he walked over and started chatting, about himself, about his boss who got killed, about what he would definitely do. Then, realizing he knew nothing about the girl in front of him, Suk asked her name. She said she didn't really know, the only things she knew were the Cedok Bridge and the three frogs. Then she left.
Next day, at a briefing session at the police station, an absent-minded Suk was called out. After work, Suk went to the same bar, the blonde girl from the day before seated next to him. After Suk started talking about the first witness of the murders of an unlicensed orphanage, she asked questions about that witness. While describing what that witness looked like, Suk figured something and he made a call. The blonde girl left the bar while Suk was on the phone. When he finished the call and stepped outside the bar, the blonde girl was already nowhere to be seen. Then Suk recalled the Cedok Bridge and the three frogs, and he started running. 
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He found the three frogs, and said to himself that he would meet the girl again if he showed up there. Then, at the sounds of footsteps, Suk turned and saw a man (Dr. Temma). Suk walked away from the three frogs sign as Dr. Temma walked toward it.
Next day, Suk arrived at the hotel where Grimmer stayed but was told that Grimmer checked out in the morning two days ago. Certain that Grimmer was the killer, Suk blamed himself for not realizing it earlier.
As Suk walked out of the room, he saw fellow detective Patera at the door. Patera told Suk to keep the case a secret, because
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When Patera told Suk about the secret investigation Zeman was working on, he only turned his head but not his body, probably a signal of Patera saying something untrue or he had something to hide. Anyway, he only turned to face Suk when he warned the young detective that he could get himself killed if he got too involved.
Patera then asked Suk if he had a girlfriend. Embarrassed, Suk said no, she was just a blonde girl he saw at a bar. And Patera asked where the bar was.
At the bar, Patera approached the blonde girl, and started by saying that Suk wasn't coming.
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Another next day, Suk became agitated that Patera did go to the bar...
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Because Patera was known for being a player.
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Inside the office, Patera produced a bag of whiskey bonbon that someone gave him and if anyone wanted some.
Suk was told to pack Zeman's personal belongings and send them to his wife. He found a gym locker key in his boss's drawer. He opened the locker, found lots of dirty shirts and a file folder in it.  Suk flipped open the folder and realized that was a personnel record. Then, recalling what Patera said about secret police, Suk became curious why info of Patera and Janacek were not included in that folder. 
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Then, Suk found something else. 
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It was a pile of 5000-dollar notes.
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Suk brought those notes to the police chief, who in turn asked Suk what he made of the things he found in Zeman's locker. 
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A few moments of silence, the police chief said it was a very alarming problem.
The knowledge that the person he looked up to turned out to have taken illicit money was devastating for Suk, his voice broke as he said it was unfortunate...
The chief cut off Suk's thoughts by telling him not to say anything about the discovery.
Later at night, the police chief, Patera and Janacek had a private meeting. 
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Janacek said he wanted a drink, Patera produced that bag of whiskey bonbon, saying that it was given to him by a hot chick. And the three men each took one.
At the bar, Suk told the blonde girl about his discovery of what Zeman did. 
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Suk told the blonde girl that he could only find peace in her now.
Inside the police station, the police chief, Patera and Janacek died.
End of episode 43.
Episode 44 - double darkness (or, tricked)
News reporters were on scene at the police station, and as soon as they spotted Suk, they started bombarding him with questions. A more senior police officer stepped in, told the reporters that Suk was in charge of something else. He asked Suk to go and then told the reporters to wait for the notice of an official presser.
Suk at an orphanage requesting to talk with the children about the Petrov case. He was given 15 minutes per child.
The first child Suk interviewed was asked about the relationship between Grimmer and Petrov, the content of their conversation. And that boy recalled fragments like "education", "experiment", and "kinderheim 511".
Every child said Grimmer was a nice man.
When it was Antonin's turn, he stated outright that Grimmer was not the killer.  
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Antonin met up with Grimmer and gave his back the item he entrusted him. Then the kids played a soccer game with Grimmer.
Suk approached Grimmer. 
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Suk expressed his uncertainty on who he could trust.
Grimmer's reply...
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Before he left, Grimmer placed something in Suk's hand and said it was a deposit box key.
At the three frogs, Dr. Temma asked people about the background of the sign. A man recalled that a beautiful woman with her child lived there. She was using an alias. One day she and her child were taken away in a black car.
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After that, a fire broke out in what people assumed to be a vacant room. And people found a child inside it. The child went missing after being saved from the fire.
Hanging out at the bar with the blonde girl, Suk talked about things on his mind following the death of Zeman, what he discovered about the secret police agents who went underground, and Grimmer entrusted him with something.
Suk walked the blonde girl home and they continued talking. The blonde girl asked Suk what Grimmer entrusted him with.
A key to a safe deposit box.
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The blonde girl told Suk to not tell anyone about it or he would put himself in danger. Then, before she ran off, the blonde girl said her name was Anna Liebert.
Anna walked back, greeting anyone she saw along the way. In her room, Anna removed the wig, washed away make up and revealed his true identity: Johan.
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End of episode 44.
Comment: in a way similar to his dealing with Karl in episode 27, Johan, disguised as Anna, won over the trust of Suk, whose similarities with Karl were perhaps blindly obvious to Johan the observant manipulator.
Both Karl and Suk were young, unsophisticated, and they were both disappointed in a significant other. Johan picked up these and used them to extract the piece of information he needed. From Karl, the material evidence that could prove his identity; from Suk, the item Grimmer entrusted him with.
And similar to Dr. Temma back in episode 2, Suk became disillusioned with his supervisors. And in perfect parallel with what happened to Dr. Temma's supervisors, Suk's bosses got killed by poisonous candies.
Perhaps the introduction of Suk marked the replay of events with huge, life-changing significance and the beginning of the end of Johan?  In Death Note, an anime series similar to this, two phases could be identified: Yagami vs. L and Yagami vs. Near + Mello.
Then, did a similar pattern exist in Monster?
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maddipinkkitty · 5 years
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My List of The Best Villains That Make My Blood Boil
Biba Amatori- from Kabenari: Manipulative and ruthless, he believes that any and all weakness is a sign of failure. He stresses to never rely on others, despite his big army. He brainwashes and uses people until they serve his purpose, and then discards them at the end.
Malcolm Danvers-Otherworld book series: A narcissist and an abusive person, he wants total control over his wolf pack. He believes in only brute force, and discounts anything peaceful. He views woman as objects, also being sexist.
Harrison Welles/Eobard Thawne-The Flash: He tricks everyone into believing that he cares about them, and teaches them to be better while on the inside, secretly planning to kill them. He is manipulative and deceptive, striking when he knows Barry’s weaknesses.
Killgrave-Jessica Jones: Again, a sociopathic, murdering stalker who only cares about himself. His fixation on Jessica lead to even more deaths, as he couldn’t let her go. He hides behind false kindness before he uses people. He has depth, being childhood trauma that he uses as a excuse for what he’d became. He thinks he has done nothing wrong, all the while.
Johan Liebert- Ursawa’s Monster: Yet another sociopathic person who doesn’t care about anyone who gets in his way, except for his fixation on his sister. He uses his insane intelligence to manipulate people, scarily making them all do his bidding. Interestingly enough, part of his personality was shaped by Kinderheim 511, making him into the chilling, titular monster. 
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boutardieu · 5 years
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Me : Lelouch Lamperouge from “Code Geass” is a war criminal and not a good person, the fact that people idealize him is highly problem/
You : Yeah he's kind of like Light Yagami from "Death Note".
Me : HONEY?!!! Get into an institution... CRAZY. B***h needs a straitjacket... Lelouch, sweetie, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that an ugly ass b***h like this would even say that. Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Are you ****ing insane? Light Yagami? LIGHT YAGAMI? LIGHT YAGAMI?!!! You know what Light really looks like? He looks like a japanese Johan Liebert!!! I would advise you to pack your s**t up, because you’re going home.
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randomnotesofmyown · 4 years
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Urasawa’s Monster (39-40)
Episode 39 - the hell in his eyes (Or, the three frogs)
Start of the episode showed the aftermath of the fire, people who survived it were interviewed by reporters.
Inspector Lunge and colleague at the library searching for evidence.
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Lunge changed his mind and decided to ask Mr. Schubert questions, even though the tycoon was in ICU and no visitor would be permitted.  
Seeing Karl seated outside his father's ward, Lunge handed him a picture of Dr. Temma and said:
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Karl said he didn't know that person, then he asked about Johan Liebert, saying that he was with his father at the ceremony, but now he was nowhere to be found.
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Lunge recalled the others who mentioned the name of Johan before, he closed his eyes and said he understood.
The inspector and his colleague found out the address of the room Johan rented until two weeks ago. Lunge entered the room, trying to input any data he sensed in there, he couldn't, and the hand with which he typed on an imaginary keyboard was motionless.
Looking at the photo of Johan he had with him, Lunge tried to imagine himself as Johan.
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Sounds of drums in the background as the inspector laughed off the idea of Johan being a demon.
The inspector seated at the bedside of the tycoon, began questioning the old man about the things he said before the fire started, then he produced a photo...
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The man showed no response. Lunge and his colleague got up and prepared to leave. As an afterthought, Lunge turned around and asked if Mr. Schubert knew the whereabouts of his secretary, Johan Liebert.
The old man started trembling at the mention of that name.
Karl ordered the two police officers to leave.
In the corridor, Lunge was his colleague for the list of victims. Seeing the name of Nina Fortner, Lunge's data-entry hand began typing.
At the vacant bed where Nina Fortner had been, Lunge recalled details about her.
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Nina/Anna talked with Dr. Reichwein and told him about things that happened in the last decade.
Reichwein offered to let Nina stay at his place for some rest.
Dieter brought Nina sandwiches with ham and Gouda cheese, Dr. Temma's favorite. And the two both expressed the wish to meet the doctor.
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Mr. Schubert mentioned bridge and three frogs when Karl suggested they go on a trip. Then Karl was told to immediately head for Dresden and passed on his message to a certain someone waiting there.
Cut to Nina. She was being interviewed by Dr. Gillen. 
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Gillen asked Nina to tell him what came to her mind when she looked at the picture book. Nina, shaking with fear, covered her face. Then, she said...
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“Three frogs”
Dinner. Gillen gave his thoughts on what they should take time to do next.
Nina was agitated, fearing it would take too long and would be too late for Dr. Temma.
Lying in bed alone, Nina tried to recall about the three frogs, and a town from a fairy tale...
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The next day, Nina was all packed and ready to go, she intended to leave without saying goodbye. Nonetheless, Dieter followed her.
Dresden. Dr. Temma showed up and asked Karl for the message from Mr. Schubert. 
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And the three frogs...
And Karl passed on a verbal message:
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The mother of the twins "is alive in Prague"
End of episode 39
Episode 40 - Grimmer (Or, tracing the events at Kinderheim 511) A group of kids was seen kicking a shoe away, and a boy cried as he ran after them, asking them to return it to him.
Panned up to a library of a school, a man by the name Grimmer was reading old documents about the school system in the former GDR that were held there.
Mr. Grimmer started talking about orphanages in the former GDR, saying it was difficult to prove the cruelty of those institutions, one of which was particularly infamous. He wanted to find out what exactly happened in that orphanage.
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The librarian pointed out that Mr. Grimmer's research was difficult to conduct because:
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And then Mr. Grimmer asked to use the photocopier. 
With a bag full of stuff, Mr. Grimmer left the school and head for Prague.
On board the train, Mr. Grimmer and Dr. Temma happened to be on the same one and they were heading to the same place. Being in the same compartment, the two started a casual conversation.
A train officer came for passport inspection. 
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And Mr. Grimmer, by having his big bag stuck in the corridor, bought Dr. Temma some time to run away from the officers.
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The officers ordered an emergency stop. Mr. Grimmer left the train and he caught up with Dr. Temma. The two then walked to the Czech border.
They stopped on top of a mountain for lunch and more talking. During their conversation, Dr. Temma recounted that he shot someone in Munich the month before. That person probably died.
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They continued walking, the border was now in sight.
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The parting words from Mr. Grimmer:
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In Prague. Mr. Grimmer commended the city's beauty, and the qualities that made it look like a land of fairy tales.
He found his target: Mr. Petrov. 
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At the mention of kinderheim 511 and of him being the former director of that orphanage, Biermann put down the papers he was reading...
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Grimmer asked his target what he tried to do in that orphanage back then.
Biermann saw flashbacks of that kinderheim.
End of episode 40
Comment: After watching these two episodes, the only thing that I remembered the most was the words Grimmer said when he and Dr. temma parted ways. Those words might serve to indicate that Mr. Grimmer had also done something he considered horrible, just like Dr. Temma, who considered himself no longer morally qualified for the title of a doctor. Could it be that during his days working as a spy, Mr. Grimmer betrayed someone who trusted him? And there must be a reason for the strong interest Mr. Grimmer had in kinderheim 511. Were what happened at that orphanage and his sense of guilt related, somehow? Or was it deeper than that?
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