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thatswhywelovegermany · 10 months ago
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Das Poplitzer Popelmännchen
The booger manikin of Poplitz
The Poplitzer Popelmännchen is a legendary figure, a goblin or house spirit of Poplitz Castle.
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Nobleman, secret council, and astronomer Bernhard Friedrich von Krosigk had Poplitz Castle built on the foundations of an older building. He had a cornerstone from the previous building with a strange stone figure — popularly known as the Popelmännchen (booger manikin) — placed at a height of about six metres in the north-east corner of his castle.
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According to legend, the construction of the castle was seriously hampered by a goblin who every night partially destroyed the day's work. Finally, a man dressed in a cowl advised the builder to dedicate part of the building as a chapel in order to put an end to the mischief. After this had happened and the goblin appeared again, an invisible force hurled him against the corner pillar and turned him into stone. All attempts to remove this strange figure of a climbing cat failed. But construction work now progressed quickly.
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At midnight, the goblin, enchanted in stone, descends and at the witching hour wanders through Poplitz in the form of a small, grey man with fiery eyes and short, crooked legs.
Ethymology: In fact, the name of the figure has nothing to do with boogers. Since it is derived from the name of the place, one has to look at the origin of that name. Poplitz originates from the Sorbian word for ash, so Poplitz means "ash place".
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briefbestiary · 6 months ago
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Dragging its close ones into death after it. When resting in its grave, a nachzehrer is believed to hold one thumb in its opposite hand and keep its left eye open.
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meisterdrucke · 1 year ago
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The return of Tannhauser to the Venusberg, from 'The Story of Venus and Tannhauser', 1895 by Aubrey Beardsley (1895, lithograph)
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lisystrata · 2 years ago
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If you have Connie then you have everything
Are you in a bad mood? Draw Conrad Veidt!
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semetarycosplay · 1 year ago
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For me it's the fact that I tried bodypainting myself and it was a disaster so my friend just blessed me with being able to change my skin tone in photoshop. Sooooo much easier. Photos: Black Fox Media
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illustratus · 3 months ago
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Brünnhilde the Valkyrie by Arthur Rackham
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the-evil-clergyman · 2 years ago
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The Rhinemaidens by Gaston Bussière (1906)
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silkwound · 7 months ago
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The legend of the Freischütz is a German folk tale that centers on a marksman who makes a pact with the devil to ensure his bullets never miss. He receives seven of them, with six hitting any desired target and the seventh controlled by the devil himself.
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peachssodapop · 1 year ago
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the mention of their different dialects and languages immediately had my enraptured
so here's a very quickly drawn comic based on I cannot seem to find a good german equivalent to silly
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itsagrummel · 2 years ago
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just a normal day on german twitter with this tweet by El Hotzo
Harry Potter:
arrogant celeb
goes to a posh school in a castle in England
did not learn something proper
needed 7 books to kill the villain
Krabat:
normal dude
works at a mill in Lusatia
based apprenticeship as a miller
1 book, quick work with the villain
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briefbestiary · 4 months ago
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A formerly benevolent kobold who ultimately went rogue and was exorcised, never to be seen again. His namesake, his big felt hat, covered the entirety of his face.
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thefandomsfervent · 2 months ago
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Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 13)- Pyrrol Red
This is a jayvik x reader fic now but it'll still be labeled as a Vik Fic until it's fully implemented. Ft. a teasing Jayce. Can't have a slowburn without fuel. Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3
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They had both missed you. Both admitted to it, teased the other about it. The information was interesting. It sparked familiar feelings. Doubt. Confusion. And less familiar ones too. Fuzzy warmth. Safety. When was the last time someone had done that? Missed you?
You were thinking about a lot of things as you worked today. During that talk with Mel you had only just started the underpainting, and still now you were barely halfway done with it. Well, you were before you had started it over for the third time. Despite all your studyings, having filled pages and pages of the two of them, you hadn’t really done enough studies of the lab. You knew how you wanted them pictured. Ideas for it anyway. You knew what personal elements to include that would represent each of them. You knew that Jayce stood with his weight on the balls of his feet, for his ever straight posture. And that Viktor stood forward on his toes. Leaning to the left off his right leg on good days, bracing himself against his cane on bad days.
Yet the background irked you. It could be the lab, but where? Against the window, illuminated by the golden sun to accentuate the yellow in Viktor’s eyes and the tan of Jayce’s skin? Or by moonlight, to make Jayce’s hair melt into the background and illuminated by the soft blue glow of Hextech. It would make Viktor’s pale complexion look ethereal if you did it right. Both were good ideas, ones you had already sketched. Ones that didn’t sit quite right with you. It could be outside the lab too, but that felt wrong. For one, you hadn’t seen either of them outside of the lab other than passing in hallways or that one day where they had visited the studio.
Your thoughts wander at the half thought. To soothing circles rubbed into your shoulder. To smooth dry hands holding yours. The two of them had been kind to you, gentle with you. Allowed you into their space, their life, their… friendship? Partnership? Their not, not togetherness. You didn’t consider yourself a part of that. You were a viewer. Since that conversation they whispered their rare flirtations less. Instead, letting the words be loud enough that you could hear. The actions had been loud enough for you to notice in the first place. It was a soft comfort in your chest at the feeling. They cared enough, trusted enough, to include you in that. You cast them a sidelong glance.
They were going over something together. Jayce had his arm braced against the back of Viktor’s chair, leaning over him in a closeness that could be read as necessary. It wasn’t. You all knew that. A knowing made clearer by Viktor’s hand unconsciously toying with Jayce’s fingers dangling off the corner. The sun had shifted onto their backs, the yellowing light catching on both of their heads. It was almost domestic, the relaxed nature of both their bodies, words carrying over to you that you didn’t quite understand. You didn’t need to. If you asked, they would explain it to you in a heartbeat.
After your conversation with Viktor things had gone back to normal. The three of you working in the lab in tandem. If Viktor had told Jayce what happened, the latter hadn’t acted like it. His smile just as bright, his energy just as high when things went well, his comfort the same when things went wrong. Viktor, however, had changed slightly. You had caught him on a few occasions looking at you. More than just the curious glances he offered your first week there. You weren’t sure what was behind those golden eyes, and each time you had met his gaze he didn’t let anything slip. The occasional smile, but sometimes not even that. Unreadable.
It bothered you, not enough to stop looking, but it bothered you. It did not upset you. You liked it. It was confusing. It was confusing because you liked it. You were staring at their hands now, the way their fingers interlocked and let go. Pearls and gold. Someone coughs and it pulls your attention up. Whenever Jayce caught you looking at Viktor, or the two of them, he seemed as if he liked it too. Like now. His eyes glittering with a knowing mischief. The problem was you did not know what it seemed like he knew. You wave your brush in the air. As if to say “Just looking for art purposes, apologies.” It’s when he cocks a brow and stands, whispering “One sec Vik.” that you try not to panic. Viktor just squeezes his hand, waving him off with the other. You didn’t have hands on the canvas. You barely had anything past illegible wiped out lines that would only make sense to you.
When he gets over to your station he leans forward against the table. Large hands splayed on the colorful surface. "How's it coming Y/N?" His hazel eyes are on your lap, where you're fidgeting with your brush. It was clean, dry. No paint on it. No new paint on your canvas either. You decide to be honest to avoid whatever this interaction was about to be.
"Not well." He blinks at that. Brief concern before a different glint takes his eye.
"Having trouble focusing?" It's innocent. Playful. And it means nothing, you're sure of it. You try to ignore the blood rushing towards your cheeks. Your sketchbook was open on the table next to you. The pages were covered in notes and swathes of color. The flowers from your day outside sketched in the corners. Little doodles of gears in the margins. You grab it, thumbing through to a spread that had thumbnails of them in different poses.
"I'm not sure how I want you both."  Jayce has picked up on something, eyes widening. You aren't sure what so you keep speaking "To be posed. Or where to put you in space. The lab seems most appropriate but?" You tap at the pages of your sketchbook again. "Some mockups."
"Gods did she not hear how that sounded?" Jayce likes to think that you do but he's seen how clueless both you and Viktor have been about your chemistry and it makes him want to laugh every time. And he would if it would get the three of you anywhere. He knows very well that Viktor could handle teasing, and could dish it out himself. You? He didn't know you as well just yet. Hadn't fully stepped into that territory. At least the blush was cute. He takes the book off the table. It was heavier than he thought. 
The pages you pointed to had several small figure sketches of what he assumed were them in various places and poses. Each aspect in a different color. Some yellow, some blue. Some with spots that were erased over and over again, the paper pilling and buckling. He thinks back to that note you had left on the door. The words you had scribbled over. Did you even realize what Viktor had called you that night in your studio? Did Viktor? His thumb brushes over a more detailed drawing. He can see the lines of his fingerprint left on the paper, graphite dust darkening the page just a hair. It was of him and Viktor, the gear set between them. A cup of tea? Some flowers he couldn’t identify by the scale of the drawing but you had drawn out words and arrows explaining their meaning, color choices you wanted to do. Day and night in the same drawing, lighting them differently. You had redrawn this one the most, several smaller iterations of it spread across the bottom with different blurbs of color and text. 
“Jayce? Any opinions?” He looks down at you past the book. Your leg was bouncing impatiently. Nervously.
“Still looking. You have a lot of stuff here.” He goes to turn the pages at that, to see what else is weighing the pages down. But you stop him, shooting up from your seat. 
“No turning!” He’s shocked at your outburst initially. And then some teasing feeling pulls at the back of his neck, he wants to play. Like a dog being told to come back inside after running around and evading capture. 
“And why not? What other ideas do you have hidden in here?” You’re not taking the bait just yet. Still stood at your chair, eyes wide. Flustered.
“Some things are meant to be private.” You put a hand out, fingers reaching towards him. He almost lets you grab it. Almost. Jayce pulls it back. He’s inclining his head towards you now. A grin plastered across his face. He wouldn’t actually sift through it if you didn’t want him to. And he can tell that you know that when you see his smile. Your shoulders relax when you start walking out from behind your table. 
“Something juicy in here then. Viktor, do you want to see?”  
“Nothing juicy, just private!” You laugh this time when you swipe for it and he moves it out of reach again. 
“Did you know that Jayce signs all of his notes? Every single page.” Viktor is watching the two of you jump around like children with a content look on his face. He’d been looking since Jayce had asked if you were distracted. Seen you blush. Seen you offer him your sketchbook. 
“Viktor!” Jayce looks at him, embarrassment making him freeze. That’s when you can snatch your prize away from him. “Hey! You two are no fun.” He gives a soft-chuckle before saying, “I guess I lost this time.” 
“I am fun. And we are supposed to be working.” Viktor is giving him a pointed look while holding his own book of ramblings up. “Play another time.” Movement catches his eye, it’s you walking towards him.
“Thank you. Maybe you can help me pick a layout since someone can’t keep their hands to themselves.” Jayce laughs again, quick and joking apologies as he trails behind you. You show Viktor the spread that Jayce had been looking at. He gives it a onceover. He doesn’t know a lot about art and does not pretend to. He appreciates this glimpse into your process however. Something does catch his eye, a dark thumbprint pulled from a drawing. Larger than yours. Jayce’s. 
“Eh. You will figure it out. Maybe it is there already. Maybe it is not. But I do like this one.” He taps his own pencil to the drawing.
“Hmm.” You’re pouting. Like you did not know if you liked his answer or not. His eyes are drawn to how full they looked when you purse them that way. Then to Jayce, who is watching him watch you. 
“Anything else in there you want to share? We’d be better help if we saw more options.” Jayce’s hands slowly sneaking over your shoulder.
“Nice try.” You’re heading back to your seat. Jayce takes his usual post behind Viktor, quiet laughter still shaking his shoulders. 
“You are incorrigible. Let us all work in peace, please.” You don’t answer him verbally, but he hears you flip through your sketchbook and start scribbling. Jayce, however, leans down to his ear. Breath tickling the shell when he whispers something you can’t hear. Words warmed by that last of his laughter.
“Not sure how she wants us both?” It gets him a slap on his shoulder before Viktor taps the book on the table. 
“Work in peace Jayce.” The words leave him in a hissed whisper of their own.
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lisystrata · 2 years ago
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thefugitivesaint · 9 months ago
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Wilhelm von Kaulbach (1805-1874), ''The Heroic Life and Exploits of Siegfried, the Dragon Slayer: An Old German Story'' by Guido Görres, 1848 Source
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illustratus · 3 months ago
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"The ring upon thy hand - ...ah, be implored! For Wotan fling it away!" Brünnhilde is visited by her Valkyrie sister Waltraute by Arthur Rackham
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the-evil-clergyman · 2 years ago
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Illustrations from Undine by Arthur Rackham (1909)
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