#lustik

[breitzbachbea]

I would not say that Jerome Bonaparte is like a historical blorbo of mine, nor that I really know too much about him, but it is nice to stumble over him in the wild. I always go "König Lustik?!" and I am delighted when it is indeed him.

[princewonderous]

Big cosplay project we made 😎 What do you think?

Ph: Loiq

3D work: Luden

Editing: LustIk

[cedyat]

Jerome Bonaparte was basically the first Napoleonic personality I got introduced to. Back in elementary school our class was walking through Kassel (the capital of Jerome's Kingdom of Westphalia) and our teachers pointed out a poster advertising an exhibition. They told us how there once lived a king in Kassel, however he wasn't a native German and it was said the only thing he knew how to say in German was 'Morgen wieder lustig' ('tomorrow funny again'), which earned him the nickname 'König Lustik' ('King Funny'). I didn't get interested in (Napoleonic) history until much, much later, but that (most likely not true) anecdote stuck with me ever since.

[jaditeart]

December 17 2022 - January 3 2023

December 17 2022 - January 3, 2023

What's The Point?

The needlework of Kevin Lustik

[sspacegodd]

[mercsuh]

napfényben úszunk idebent a kaktuszaimmal 🌞

[akifkaynar]

Life / 2018

Akif Kaynar

https://www.behance.net/gallery/72580247/Life

[sugawaras]

6 katsudeku

6. the way you said i love you: on a sunny tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

There are some people, Bakugou realizes, that are just too damn good-looking—and Midoriya Izuku happens to be one of them.

Bakugou knows that no one ever expects him to be the observant, intelligent type (screw those people), and most of the time, he isn’t. Fights and training are really the main exception to that. But with someone like Izuku, it’s hard for him to not stare out of the corner of his eye, when he thinks no one is looking.

It’s a sunny, Tuesday afternoon when Bakugou finds himself staring again.

The weather is warm, but not too warm that it’s uncomfortable, and a soft breeze rustles the cherry blossom trees surrounding the park. Pink petals fall to the ground at Bakugou’s feet, but he kicks them away, leaning back on the wooden bench he sits on.

Sunlight washes over Izuku, who stands a few yards away, talking to Four-Eyes and Round Face. It casts a glow across his cheeks, making his freckles stand out; Bakugou wants to rub them away.

Izuku’s hair, curly and thick and soft, turns different shades of green as the light shines through the strands. One moment, it’s a simple, dark green; Bakugou tilts his head slightly, and it turns into emeralds. The next, it’s a forest.

Bakugou hates it. He hates Deku, he hates his hair, he hates his freckles.

Most of all, Bakugou hates himself. 

He hates that he notices every little thing about Deku, from the scars and calluses on his hands to the way the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles.

I hate you, Bakugou thinks, reaching down to pick up a handful of petals from the ground. He clutches them in his fist, enclosing his fingers around them, and when he releases, the blossoms are long gone. Only a pile of soot and ash remains.

Bakugou knows, as much as he wishes he doesn’t, what he really means.

I love you, he thinks bitterly. I love you, I love you, I-

“Kacchan?”

He jerks his head up. “The hell do you want, Deku?”

“Um, nothing! I just saw you staring at us, and I thought, uh, maybe something was wrong?” Izuku scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“That’s not all!” Uraraka chimes in. “We heard you muttering something over and over, Bakugou, it kinda sounded like you were saying-”

“Shut your mouth!” Bakugou roars, raising his palm so sparks fly in Uraraka’s face. She jumps back, narrowly dodging what could have been a singed nose.

“I don’t mutter. I’m not fucking Deku,” Bakugou scowls, standing up from the park bench.

“Actually, Bakugou, there is a large difference between muttering and mumbling!” Iida corrects him. “You see, muttering is when you say something under your breath, and mumbling is-”

“Like I care,” Bakugou says over his shoulder. He walks away, staring at the ground and his footsteps.

He decides one thing, right then and there—Izuku can never catch him staring again.

[polymorphousculturevulture]

Todd Fuller. lustik via mysharona1987

[breitzbachbea]

13 for the ask game!

Finally getting around to clearing out my inbox! Thank you SO much for asking!

History Ask Game

13. [share some random historical trivia!]

OOOOUUUHHH, where to START!

I have to learn more about Frederick II. of the HRE, he is my second favourite swabian (first is my friend Jani, third is Felix Fabri). Because what I do know FUCKS SO HARD, aside from the fact that he was a rip-roaring BANG to end one periodization phase of the German Medieval ages. You basically killed your entire dynasty, but by GOD did you do it while serving CUNT.

My favourite story is the crusade one, the abridged version. So, my boy Fritz had sworn to the Pope that he'd go on crusade some time, but you know, always something better to do when you're the emperor and also King of Sicily. By the time Fritz can finally go, he gets violently sick on the boat that just left Brindisi and goes back home. That's not a good enough excuse for the Pope, who excommunicates him anyways, so Fritz says oh FUCK YOU, I'm going anyways. Goes to the Holy Land, brokers a temporary peace with the local muslim elite and gets to ACTUALLY go to Jerusalem. Absolute king shit, all while excommunicated. I know it's medieval Europe, he probably did some horrendous shit I haven't read up on yet, but he is my favourite. The balls on this man and his love for South Italy which I share. I visited his grave when I was in Palermo, it was ALL I saw of the Cathedral that time around (I will return. And probably look at Fritz again as well as the rest.)

Time Jump! During the Napoleonic occupation, Kassel (the capital of the Landgraviate Hessen-Kassel) became the capital of the newly formed Kingdom of Westphalia and was ruled over by Napoleon's brother Jerome. Or how the Kasseläner_innen called him - König Lustik. Because the only sentence in German he, according to the local tradition, was "Morgen wird wieder lustig" - "Tomorrow, we'll have fun again" (Or to make merry ... It's hard to translate). Also, after Napoleon was defeated and the Landgraf, now Kurfürst Wilhelm I. (Vienna Congress shenanigans, don't worry about it), returned ... they weren't so keen on his absolutistic leanings? So, in 1830, when riots broke out, citizens successfully pressed Wilhelm II to call together the Landtag (not parliament, but a representation of all the people with power in the principality's realm. The estates of a principality, you get it). He did call it together, something that hadn't been done in a long time because absolutism, and they got a constituition, to enshrine rights for citizens and curb the monarchical power! There's a big cutout reproduction in the Kasseler Stadtmuseum of an engraved illustration by Ludwig Emil Grimm! Here's the entire engraving!

Grimm you may now think ... Grimm like the Brother Grimm? Indeed! He was their youngest brother, with Wilhelm and Jakob being the eldest of six children! He was a famous illustrator and also illustrated copies of his brother's Kinder- und Hausmärchen. The city of Kassel was home to the family for many, many years, with Jakob and Wilhelm studying in nearby Marburg as well. One of the reasons that a lot of 'their' fairytales have French origins is the fact that Kassel took in huge swaths of Huguenots over the course of the 17th and 18th century. They let them settle around the Landgraviate (name for a principality ruled over by the Landgraf, in German Landgrafschaft), in existing places as well as newly founded settlements. That's why there is a small village in East Hesse named Gethsemane, called Getzemich in the local dialect. Of course, named after the garden in Jerusalem in the bible. And because those Huguenots were very industrial and Jakob & Wilhelm weren't really gonna leave their cushy study, lots of middle class Huguenots came to tell them their tales - hence things they had carried with them from France.

I am so sorry, this was so much and I could talk on and on and on about Hessian history, I could dig up funfacts about Sicily or other South Italian places, I could wreck my brain for some ancient Roman or Mesopotamian funfacts, I could even unearth some about Ireland and Great Britain if I dug deep enough. I just ... I love history. It's fascinating. It's all there ever was in human history! It's entirely different cultures from our own and yet many times the answer why things are the way they are today! It's the past, it's the present and we look to it because we ask about the future. Wonderful, isn't it?

[yama-bato]

jordi alcaraz

https://lustik.tumblr.com/post/103184719402/jordi-alcaraz-via-boek-visual-lustik-twitter

[rawideas]

Trim. The investigator, 2019 - Todd Fuller.

via Lustik

[akifkaynar]

[bughaze]

Imaginative Insects Formed From Resin and Brass by Hiroshi Shinno

Japanese artist Hiroshi Shinno builds hyperrealistic sculptures of insects that don’t exist, perfect forms of imaginative species that look as if they were built from vibrant leaves and delicate flower petals. Even these aspects of the creatures are false, as each leaf or petal was cast from resin and painted with acrylic paint before being placed on the model’s brass base.

In addition to building these fantastical works, Shinno also sketches the initial ideas for his imaginative creatures in an Insect Diary on his website. You can see more of the Kyoto-born artist’s insect-based sculptures and 3D work on his Tumblr. (via Lustik)

> thisiscolossal.com

[sugawaras]

I wanna say a million things but the only thing that leaves my mouth is : thank you

AW you’re veryyy welcome!! that makes me real happy to hear 💓

[callixtoinspiration]

https://lustik.tumblr.com/post/119512303872/lerson-pannawit-artists-on-tumblr-lustik (via Pinterest)