#romanian folklore

[sajanrai]

Romanian folklore-tinged commission for Mau/Irina!

#art #artist #sajan rai #romanian folklore #Miorita #folklore #folk art #mythic art #commission #commissions open #illustration

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Monster x Reader [Werewolf]

In Romanian mythology, Pricolici is an evil spirit believed to be born after the death of wicked humans, able to transform into certain animals such as ferocious dogs and wolves. The etymology is unknown, although it's suspected to be of Dacian origin, thus going as far back in time as the 1st century BC. An ancient creature has set its predatory eyes on you.

Winner of the Folklore Monster Poll celebrating Romanian history!

TW: obsessive behavior, violence, death

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He can tell it's a dream. Nonetheless, it always feels unbearably real. He can smell the incense, hear the hurried trample of feet underneath him. He wants to open his mouth and demand they stop. No words ever come out, the throat is dry and flattened by heavy despair. It's a dream, after all. The priests march on, and the spears are lifted. For a moment, he's blinded by their powerful, sharp glisten. As he gazes at the sacred circle, it occurs to him just how uncomfortable the shackles are. He becomes somewhat distracted by this irritating friction, so much he doesn't register the instructions given by the mysterious men. 

Centuries later, he would stumble upon an old history book by Herodotus that detailed his misfortune:

"The Getae are the bravest of the Thracians and the most just. They believe they are immortal, forever living, in the following sense: they think they do not die and that the one who dies joins Zalmoxis, a divine being. Every four years, they send a messenger to Zalmoxis, who is chosen by chance. They ask him to tell Zalmoxis what they want on that occasion. The mission is performed in the following way: men standing there for that purpose hold three spears; other people take the one who is sent to Zalmoxis by his hands and feet and fling him in the air on the spears. If he dies pierced, they think that the divinity is going to help them; if he does not die, it is he who is accused and they declare that he is a bad person. And, after he has been charged, they send another one. The messenger is told the requests while he is still alive."

The foreign hands tighten around his limbs and he takes a deep breath in, ready for the plunge. Truth be told, he's not too anxious. The first time was terrifying, but one becomes accustomed to death if it repeats itself, night after night as the years pass and millennia settle over it, like a thick blanket of ash and bone and dust. He doesn't remember the pain anymore, only the bitterness. The wrath. He had no business playing God's messenger. He hadn't wished to be choking on his own blood, rippling violently at the corners of his mouth as his eyes dart over the excited masses. There are claps and cheers, and hope, and peace. Just not for him. 

No matter, if they long so dearly after eternity, he'll become their very proof. A tangible undead, a creature of eternity. Let them gaze at their ardent desire as it claws their bowels out for the birds to feed on. Let them sing praise before their God as their soft throats detangle under his fangs. Before he knows it, the corpses lay mangled at his feet and he notices his horrid reflection swaying in the puddles of fresh blood. 

He has become a beast. 

And just like that, the nightmare ends. It always ends here. He pats the sweat off his forehead with the monotonous vigor of habit. It's already noon and the narrow street flocks with curious tourists and natives on their stroll. Every now and then he will venture into the city, just to get a glimpse of the world. He twists the knob and opens a window, enjoying the breeze that cools his skin. His tired eyes wander around with no purpose. 

That's when he sees you. Your wide, carefree smile as you converse with your friend. You're drawing circles along the edge of your coffee cup, propped over the table, entranced by your discussion. Your gentle laugh rings unexpectedly loud against his ears. He finds himself frozen in place, unable to contract a single muscle. 

"Oh, this trail is supposed to have some really nice sights." Your friend is shuffling through unfolded maps, spread out onto the small café table. "We should leave pretty early though, otherwise it'll get dark before the return."

You groan at the idea. Your friend responds with a chuckle. 

"Remember, our tour guide joked about werewolves roaming the outskirts. Do you want to be eaten?" She inquires with a cheeky grin. 

"You know I have a thing for monsters." You answer with a wink. 

The jokes carry on until the bill arrives, and you eventually stand up and merrily make your way down the street. For a brief moment you feel a cold shiver running down your spine, so you peek back inquisitively. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Ah. By the time his focus returns, the sun is setting, reflecting its crimson rays over the old cobblestone. You've been gone for a while, so he must've been staring into the nothingness for good hours. He clears his throat, mildly embarrassed by his absent-mindedness. He isn't hungry, so he has trouble explaining his sudden captivation with a random human.

Even more bizarre is the consequence of the accidental encounter. The following nights are devoid of the usual torment. Has he ever had a peaceful slumber before? He can't recall. And yet here he is, vacantly eyeing the ceiling without the labored breath or cold shivers, faintly reminiscing about your amused expression. He frowns slightly at the realization that his recollection seems to contain less details compared to yesterday. Your face is smudged by the intense light of the noon, titled at an angle that allows no shadows to discern the features. What will he do when it's entirely gone? A faceless memory, anchored in the depths of his heart as a reminder of what could've been. Is there some universal law that dictates only misery remains unforgotten, or is he just exceptionally unlucky? Infuriating. 

The overwhelming sensation creeps upon him again. A primordial vengefulness that hasn't yet released him from its cold, bony fingers. For once, can't he be granted fairness? His jaw clenches and he marches out of the room. 

Tonight shall be a feast.

The lights are still on in the little tavern inn, and through the small windows he can make out the lively movement of the people inside. He glances at the waning moon one final time. The world may change, and the years may pass, but one thing has never left him throughout the centuries. Always bearing the same pallid, melancholic countenance, his taciturn companion rises, indifferent to the Universe. 

His back arches outwards, the bones tear and twist, the joints dislocate and the skin is giving way to coarse, thick fur. His eyes now carry an amber glow as they rest on the modest building. Without further hesitation, he pounces on the door and it folds like cardboard under his inhuman strength. The room goes quiet and all heads turn to him. He recognizes that look. A fleeting second of fear and curiosity, before true panic settles in. But they rarely have the time to scream. Just as the vocal chords contract and vibrate, their chests are trashed and limbs are tattered. Splattered visceral remains and blood coat the ground under his feral attack.

You squeeze your eyes closed and force your hands over your mouth to ensure your stillness to the massacre. You were just returning from the bathroom when you heard the wails and the wet sounds of mutilated flesh. You'd ducked behind the wall and hid under an end table. What the hell is that creature? You initially thought a wild wolf had somehow made its way into the tavern, but no animal can be this large. There is a backdoor, but on the other side of this hall. You'd have to sprint across the archway that leads into the main room. Then again, if it's this busy ripping the others apart...

No need to ponder your options much. Silence falls behind you, which means the creature must have finished its horrid sport early. His snout picks up a particular scent and he tenses up, expectantly. Could it be? 

The wooden parquet tiles creak under the weight of foreign footsteps; a human approaching you. You look up from under the table. Has someone dealt with the beast? Although you immediately regret revealing yourself. You freeze in your spot, hands propped on the ground, like prey awaiting execution. 

The man is unnaturally tall, having to crouch under the ceiling, with wild black hair and rough features. His chiseled face is painted red, and his clothing is torn apart and soaked in blood. His large hands end in sharp claws, and amid his ruffled locks you can distinguish animal ears. 

There you are.

Well, quite the irony to meet you here of all times and places. From this distance, you look even prettier. He bends over slightly to examine the details that have faded since the first encounter. A surreal experience, really. Seeing you kneel right in front of him and not as a figment of his imagination. He extends his fingers over your face and presses his nails in, leaving a vague trail of swollen, red skin. What a frail being you are.

"Your friend is alive, by the way." His deep, dissonant voice pierces the silence.

"O-oh." You gasp. You were so anxious you barely understood the meaning of his words.

"You may check on her if you so desire, however..." 

He considers it. Normally, even after allowing his anger to seep into cadavers and ruins, all he's left with is disgust and emptiness. Yet your presence seems to fill him with unfamiliar comfort. If one is drowning, is it truly selfish to hold onto the first thing that keeps them afloat? The only people who'd condemn such beggar are the ones that have never been underwater. They don't know what it's like to have your lungs tighten and collapse under the heavy pressure, waving your arms towards a surface that's never reached. 

"...You'll be coming with me afterwards."

You can only stare.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." He attempts to simulate a smile. "I suppose I'm not too convincing like this", he jokes as he gestures towards his body, "But you have my word I'll never harm you."

"Why, though?" You manage to stutter, frowning in confusion. 

He's taken aback by your inquiry. Perhaps his statement is indeed more threatening than anything else. On the other hand, he hasn't conversed with humans in...longer than he can remember. What might pose as convincing in this case? Drawing out a rose and confessing his undying love among the bodies he murdered feels rather ridiculous. Suddenly, a passage he's once read comes to mind. At the time, it depressed him greatly. Now it feels like the only fitting reasoning.

"Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?"

"Isn't that from Stoker's Dracula? How is it-" 

You pause and search his eyes. Golden trenches of loneliness and gloom. Your heart is heavy and your mouth curls into a grimace the longer you stare into these pools swirling with agony. 

"I understand." Is all you can mutter as you stand up. 

Have you had a choice to begin with? Not even the frothing waves of a storming ocean can come between a dying man and his only raft. 

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #werewolf x reader #yandere werewolf #female reader #gender neutral reader #yandere horror #horror x reader #yandere oc #romanian folklore

[xphaiea]

Muma Pădurii is a grotesque mischievous hag from Romanian folklore. Dwelling deep in the forest she cares for the native flora and fauna, scaring away those who threaten to harm her wild habitat.

Handmade artdoll by XPHAIEA

#folklore #xphaiea #handmade #textileartist #muma padurii #romanian #romanian folklore #hag #witchcraft #esoteric #occult #supernatural #goblincore #goblin

[artbyanca]

The triumph of spring.

I'm so happy I managed to get this done in time for Mărțișor☺️

In Romanian Mărțișor is the name for the holiday of the 1st of March; the traditional name for the month of March and the talisman made out of red and white threads twisted together and with various lucky charms attached, that are exchanged on the 1st and worn during the month of March. A long time ago I illustrated the legend of the hero that freed the sun and kept wanting to do some of the other legends about Mărțișor.

Winter had reigned over world for a long time, putting the Earth to sleep and fobidding anything from growing, when a young girl appeared. She wondered the empty woods searching for her fate when, one day, she came across a snowdrop flower bursting through the snow beneath a dry thornbush. She decided to help the flower thrive and cleared the thorns and snow. The Winter queen was angered by the snowdrop's defiance of her rule and sent a blizzard to kill it. The girl did not allow that to happen and covered the little flower with her hands. She did not budge for 9 days, though the lashing of the winds bloodied her hands. Though the blizzard raged, the warmth of her blood awoke the Earth from his slumber. He declared the time time of Winter passed and crowned the girl the new queen of the world, giving her the name Spring.

#mărțișor #romanisme #romanian folklore #romanian traditions #folklore #folklore and rock'n'roll #legend #spring #winter #snowdrop #illustration #pen and ink #drawing #art #artists on tumblr

[drum-cu-naluci]

July 30th. Sun still burns me on the top of my head. No shadow in sight.

#romanisme #romania #rural #countrycore #farmcore #summer #heat #silistea gumesti #teleorman #flowers #balkans #eastern europe #romanian countryside #village #slavic folklore #romanian folklore

[jazzymin97]

Okay okay, hear me out; was watching an episode of SPN and lore hinged idea of the day(episode) was Zanna. Romanian folklore for good spirits that help children? IE Imaginary friends.

— please note I didn’t do further research on Zanna after this; I do plan to but my focus in it is probably gonna be gone tomorrow so please— if SPN fucked this folklore up or my supes basic understanding is very shitty; feel free to correct or add more to it ^^

Now imagine this:

Damian, off somewhere in the manor but easily findable— like the library or something and talking to Danny. Like Danny just shows up and for whatever reason— only Damian can see him. (Whether this be by Danny’s design or it’s some sorta magic thing).

Well anyway, Damian and Danny are chatting and anytime someone gets close enough to try to figure out who Damian is talking to— and they see he’s literally talking to an empty room?? He glares if he spots anyone. It started around the time Bruce was stuck in the timestream. Dick chalked it up to possibly zanna or just the kid making up an imaginary friend to cope with his dad being dead. Dick absolutely mentions it to the others when it doesn’t stop AFTER Bruce is back. Hes just like “be chill guys— he’s a kid. “He’s healing after all that assassin trauma and it’s cute— let him have his friend. “

He’s the only one that Damian has told about Danny. Like basic things

“He’s very knowledgeable about the stars. He glows. You remind him of his overbearing sister.”

And dick, clearly not coping well himself, just takes it as Damian trying to bond with him and encourages him. Doesn’t say one word about this “Danny” being imaginary.

I imagine Cass is like the only one who’s managed to see Danny but knows he’s not danger and Damian likes him.

I think this overly funny reveal would just be Danny appearing in front of the others and coaxing them to go to bed or like stealing food; and they spot him; register him as either dick or Tim, like at first glance because blue eyes black hair— (Like my cousin and my sibling used to have similar shades of hair and do still have the same body figure; so like without my glasses and when I’m distracted, I absolutely will mistake one for the other.) — and then their brain is like “wait no that isn’t right” and they think they absolutely hallucinated him because he legit disappeared right in front of them.

And when it comes to the reveal of “oh yes. This is my friend. Danny.”

Everyone is collectively losing their shit because what in the hell?!? Where did this kid come from?!? How did none of them find him out?!?

#dcxdp #DPxDC #Danny Phatom X DC #zanna #/screaming into the void #damian wayne #Danny Fenton/phantom #batfam X Danny Phantom #batpham #romanian folklore #supernatural #inspired this post #this post can be used as a prompt #please just send me the fic bc I wanna read it

[godzillabreath]

Cerbul dance for the new year

#draws #romanian folklore #cerbul #stag

[annadeef]

[Ța ța ța, Căpriță , ța! Nu te da, nu te lăsa! ]

Secret Santa piece for a D&D friend

#romanian folklore #art #personal art #Mudd #Mimi #romania #dnd #elf #tiefling #capra

[valeo-sinedubio]

Ok idk why I avoid so much to start talking more about Romanian culture because I also want to show the small drawings that I do but I always go like "Nah my drawings suck" but like- I'm always going to think my drawings suck???? And also- an artist never stops learning and improving?????

So here

This is like random things I did (mainly sketches as you can tell) but I actually like them so much and I have so many ideas for stories and stuff and I want to share them aaaaaa

Anyway here is the middle picture which is like a painting I did a few weeks ago based on an old picture from pinterest of a Romanian lady. This was supposed to be like an experiment but it came out way better than expected idk idk

This lil sketch was inspired by the hairstyle of Romanian women from last century I thought it was pretty cute but perhaps back then they didn't have time nor the products to better take care of hair :/

(also idk if you noticed but her ie is the same as the top-left drawing from the collage)

(if you don't know what an "ie" is, it's a Romanian traditional blouse. The plural is ii btw :))

Also I feel like I got a lot inspired by Rada Niță but I have no complains 'cause she is amazing if I were to meet her I think I'd die

If you want to check out what she does, her ig is @rada.nita

Also I would write whole paragraphs about my Romanian OCs because we deserve some attention but like when am I supposed to so that :///// school is killing me

But just to throw it out there the girl from the sketch above with the braids and ceapsă is called Doina (I love this name idk)

And since it's the 1st of December HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROMANIA

#romania #romanian #romanian folklore #art #sketch #painting #i wanna write

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

Invocation of the holy sun:

The Charmer-Charmee Addresser asks the sun to rise over her face, body, gait and talk; to give her part of its rays and to make her visible to all and admired by all. Examples:

Holy sun holy great lord! I’m not raising up the wind from the earth but I’m raising your circle onto my head your rays into my eyelashes. Holy sun holy great lord! You have forty-four little rays give me four of them and keep four two I’ll put on my eyebrows and two on my cheekbones. Sun, sun, dear brother rise not on mountains, on forests on painted courtyards on slopes with buildings rise over my figure and make my body beautiful.

- Towards a Typology of Romanian Love Charms by Sanda Golopentia

#folk magic #verbal charms #sun worship #romanian folklore #yes I also think it would be more logical to say give me four and keep forty but I’m not changing what was quoted in that article #I don’t have access to the original text in romanian

[hiddenromania]

Vâlcea County Folk Costume, România

#romania #rural romania #traditionalism #traditional folk #romanian folk costume #folk art #folk culture #traditional clothing #aesthetic core #embroidery #handmade #legacy #textile art #art #eastern europe #europe #rural life #romanian blouse #romanian folklore

[ancaxbre]

Am dat cumva de Ana cu cea mai de cacat viata din toata literatura romaneasca? Nu-s sigura, dar ma cam obsedeaza viata fetei astea. Si, da, stiu ca amestec doua variante destul de diferite a unei balade pentru toata povestea, ceea ce poate n-ar trebui facut, dar sunt pe prea mult paracetamol ca sa-mi mai pese. So...

Fata de imparat frumoasa ca o stea, floarea florilor etc etc, isi traieste viata linistita pe langa ma-sa cand se trezeste unu' sa se indragosteasca de ea. Cine putea sa fie decat cel mai voinic dintre voinici, brat de buzdugan etc, etc, Iovan Iorgovan fecior de....acelasi imparat. Fata normal ca-l trimite la plimbat de ursi, dar afla parintii si ii blesteama pe amandoi pentru incest. De ce pe amandoi? Ca sa se mire cititorii. Fata nu mai poate cu drama asa ca fuge de acasa si traiese in pustiu ca o fata salbatica. Isi gaseste la un moment dat niste prietene cu care se intelege de parca ar fi surori si zburda impreuna prin paduri, dar alea de dovedesc a fi fake friends ca o lasa intr-o zi de izbeliste in mijlocul padurii cand ea dormea si nu mai stie saraca cum sa iasa din padure. Dar totul e OK e un cuc pe aproape si in n mii de balade cucul e defapt un Fat-Frumos care te scoate la civilizatie daca ii promiti sa te mariti cu el. Amamdoua problemele ei s-ar rezolva cu aceeasi pasare, daca ar avea si ea putina bafta, dar cucul ei e doar pasare si n-are chef nici s-o ajute, nici de insuratoare. Apoi un balaur vrea s-o inghita ca n-o avut fata destule pe cap pana acum. O aude un voinic strigand si vine si omoara balaurul. Is fate finally giving her a break? Nu. voinicul ala e frate-su, Iovan Iorgovan, si inca vrea sa se insoare cu ea. Ca cica 'scumpi, nu mai pe tine te vreau ca esti ca Ileana Simziana si nu se mai gaseste nicaieri in lume alta ca tine' si bla bla si bla bla. Fata normal ca-l refuza iar, si incearca sa-i explice 'mai omu' lu' Dumnezeu, suntem pe valea Cernei nu a Nilului si nu merge cu incest pe aicea.' dar nu se prinde nimic de el. Iovan o leaga si o suie pe cal si nu-i mai ramane fetei nimic de facut decat sa incheie povestea aruncandu-se in Cerna. Dupa ce se ineaca se transforma intr-o floare de colt.

Numai una din variante ii da nume fetei si cred ca nu surprinde pe nimeni ca e Ana. 🙃

Exista cumva vreo Ana in toata literatura romaneasca care nu moare si are o viata fericita?

#romanisme #citesc balade ca-s prea racita ca sa am rabdare de altceva #iovan iorgova #romanian folklore #de fapt imi place setul asta de balade cu cate referinte si conexiuni la alte mituri si legende are dar fata asta... #merita mere si o soarta mai buna #f pentru toate anele din literatura romana

[jasmineiros]

Traditional marriage in Oas, Racsa, Maramures

#photography #women #marriage #wedding #folk wedding #folklore #folk clothing #folk costume #folk culture #culture #romanian folklore #romanian #romania #eastern europe #europe #jasmineiros #my curatorship #curators on tumblr

[sophiemariepl]

Okay, but I really need more art of Alucard in traditional Romanian folk costume. My Eastern European ass needs it *desperately*.

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #alucard #adrian tepes #alucard tepes #eastern europe #wallachia #romania #Eastern Europeans of Tumblr #romanian folklore #romanian folk costume #traditional clothing

[artbyanca]

Sfânta Miercuri, generous widow, protector of animals and travellers and godmother to the sun.

Of Mirercuri(Wednesday) Romanian traditions tell us that she is a very old lady who became a widow very early in life and thus spent most of her time appart from human society, caring for the wilds and teaching animals how to survive. She is said to be guide to travellers especially if they are treading wild paths. She is one of the frequent presences in fairy tales, always in a helper role, calling on her animal companions to aid the hero and possesing a treasure trove of magical artefacts(golden apples, a distaff and spindle that spin gold on their own, brushes that when thrown over the shoulder turn into forests) that she is very generous with. Miercuri is also the day the Sun was born and it is said that no matter the weather he always shows his face for at least a second for his godmother.

#sfanta miercuri #miercuri #romanisme #romanian mythology #romanian folklore #myth #mythology #folklore #animals #sun #wild #traveller #pen and ink #illustration #drawing #fantasy #ink #art #artists on tumblr

[drum-cu-naluci]

blouse from Siliștea-Gumești, Romania

#romanisme #românia #romanian blouse #ie #ielele #valea ielelor #traditional attire #dark art #alternative art #romanian artist #silistea gumesti #teleorman #slavic folklore #eastern europe #balkans #romanian folklore