#Romenia
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carloskaplan · 2 months ago
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almanaquecaleidoscopico · 8 months ago
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Funeral of a child, Romania, 1945.
📷 Costică Acsinte, Romanian photogtapher.
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romeniapizza · 7 months ago
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Delicious Pizza Delivery in North Geelong
Are you craving mouth-watering pizza in North Geelong? We at Romenia Restaurant and Pizza Bar, offers a delicious pizza made with the fresh ingredients, ensuring every bite is a taste sensation. Whether you're in the mood for a classic Margherita or a loaded Meat Lovers, there is something to satisfy every palate.
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Our speedy and reliable delivery service ensures that your favorite pizza reaches you hot and fresh at your doorstep. You may enjoy the convenience of easy online ordering and swift delivery, making your pizza night hassle-free and delightful.
Experience the best pizza delivery in North Geelong with Romenia Restaurant and Pizza Bar. Order now and treat yourself to an amazing pizza experience.For more details or to place an order, visit our website - www.romenia.com.au or call us at 0352151299.
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howrmsee · 2 years ago
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essentialthyme · 6 months ago
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jordan is getting her bronze back!
I just googled it and saw the USA is appealing the decision, and it's the USA, so yeah, there's a huge probability they'll accept, and honestly? They should never have taken away Jordan's bronze: it was a fuck up and Ana should have been awarded an additional bronze, and both of them should have gotten a public apology from the COI, FIG, and the CAS (brazilian acronyms -shrugs-) for messing with the emotional of the athletes in such an irresponsible manner, like, the fact that the resolution of this situation has been this huge mess... ugly, in all fronts
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felicitypdf · 8 months ago
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400 words out of my 1500 words paper in, then study for my test next week and i’m done with uni for the year…. I can do it🙏🏻
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the-chaos-of-troubles · 2 years ago
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I CALL THIS A WIN
top five for this semi let's go
slovenia
armenia
romenia
albania
australia
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italy1stan · 11 months ago
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Poll of the week! Maybe next week I'll do something similar with the Nordics or the Germanics
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wwemcumuscleslover · 1 year ago
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Shout out too Romenia, that gave to Marvel Studios two men that wear metal arm 🇹🇩🇹🇩
Sebastian Stan( Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier)
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Florian Munteanu ( Matias/ Razor First)
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peripaltepsy · 6 months ago
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This is Black Diamond. She is the most powerful diamond and she's also the one to most support Pink's endogenic system, she likes to support all systems traumaendo, median, schizogenic, bpdgenic, psychosisgenic, willogenic, autigenic, adhdgenic, traumagenic, did, osdd, udd, quoigenic, questioning, out as a system, in the closet, fictive-heavy, factive-heavy, 360 headmates, disordered, non-disordered, in Romenia, in Uzbekistan, in Australia, in planet Earth and out in space.
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mctej · 2 months ago
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(  masculino  •  ele/dele  •  ∞sexual ) — Não é nenhuma surpresa ver ZALMOXES (Ζάλμοξες) MATEJ “MATTHIAS” CORVINUS andando pelas ruas de Arcanum, afinal, O HÍBRIDO LOBISOMEM/VAMPIRO precisa ganhar dinheiro como NOVO DONO DA TABERNA SANGUE FRIO. Mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de SEISCENTOS E CINQUENTA E UM ANOS (1373), ainda lhe acho METÓDICO e CORTÊS, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como IMPASSÍVEL e MELINDROSO. Vivendo na cidade há UM MÊS, MATEJ cansa de ouvir que se parece com AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON.
𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖒 𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍
tw: morte.
matej/matthias é um híbrido bem velhinho, que nasceu de uma linhagem de lobisomens bem antiga. ele iniciou sua vida como um guarda, e ascendeu lentamente pelos títulos até uma fatídica guerra. nessa ele foi transformado para que não perdesse a vida, e após habilitado, retornou para sua antiga cidade. foi tido como um herói pela sua sobrevivência e atos em guerra, mas com o passar dos anos, percebiam que ele não envelhecia. foi quando mudou para eslováquia, conheceu elizabeth de celje e assumiu uma outra identidade para se casar com ela. passou então a ser o príncipe matthias corvinus, que após um incidente, tornou-se rei de regiões da hungria, croácia e áustria. mas entedidado da vida real, forjou sua morte e decidiu conhecer o mundo. acabou sendo capturado por descendentes de seu lado materno da família, bruxos, que abominavam sua natureza como híbrido. por conta disso, foi amaldiçoado para que permanecesse em sua forma de lobo por um século. a ideia era que ele não conseguisse escapar dessa prisão após esse período, mas superando todas expectativas, ele não ficou satisfeito em fazer apenas isso como também se livrar de todos os corvinus de sangue bruxo. eventualmente, passou a se livrar de todos os bruxos, e consumido pelo ódio e pelo instinto, todas as formas de vida que via pela frente. foi uma longa reabilitação, e que engraçado, quando pensava que tinha acabado de sair dela, caminhou para outra prisão.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖞
tw: sangue, morte.
zalmoxes, embora ele vá preferir que o chame simplesmente de matej ou matthias, nasceu em meio a região antes conhecida como kolozsvár (romenia), numa família sem prestígio. com ou sem prestígio, os corvinus eram elementalmente estabelecidos na cidade, todos os conheciam. frequentemente ocupavam os trabalhos braçais que todos se recusavam a fazer, poderiam ter sido historicamente marcados como o mais antigo registro de faz-tudos. mas havia algo muito mais complexo e interessante naquela família que apenas muitos músculos no corpo. ninguém conhecia muito sobre eles, eles não eram exatamente falantes, ou sequer carismáticos. todos parecendo um punhado de carne movida à ódio e força bruta, o que fazia jus à natureza que maioria desconhecia. mais que uma família, eram uma das matilhas mais antigas da região croata e húngara. antes de carlos magno, eles já estavam lá, extremamente bem estabelecidos. ninguém os conhecia profundamente, mas para eles, era benéfico passar despercebido nos olhos dos humanos.
matej em específico era filho de tisza e mikail. como se não bastasse ser filho do alfa, sua mãe ocupava função estratégica, dada sua herança como metade bruxa, metade lobisomem. era esperado que esses poderes fossem passados para a criança, e essa que seria responsável por trazer honra à família. em seu nascimento, foi performado um ritual para a divindade que lhe conferiu o nome; zalmoxes era de simbolismo próximo para os corvinus, deus a quem era atribuída a duração do nome por tantos séculos. todas as forças foram depositadas na criança que nascia. e é fácil de entender como isso pode ter ido miseravelmente errado.
o moreno de olhos claros nascera sem um pingo de sangue mágico. era puramente um licantropo, que por mais que se destacasse em sua força e agilidade, não era suficiente para cumprir o vazio deixado pela expectativa de uma divindade reencarnada. viver era uma forma de constantemente desapontar seus pais. matej entretanto, cresceu com elevada ambição. não tardou em entrar para a guarda real, distinto dos demais de sua família. os atos em meio conflitos do reino fizeram que com o passar dos anos, fosse ascendendo dentre a camada militar. a inevitável ida e vindas de conflitos fez com que eventualmente o corvinus perdesse sua vida. era o fim? ele imaginara que sim, conforme deixava os olhos pesarem no campo de batalha. 
enquanto ia acordando, entretanto, matej começou a entender que seria um pouco mais difícil para que se livrassem dele. a nova natureza lhe era estranha, havia sido transformado em algo distinto. haviam boatos sobre vampiros desde que era muito novo, em todo lugar da romenia. tão antigos quanto os lobos, mas ele nunca havia visto um. nunca imaginara que se tornaria um. a mulher responsável por transformá-lo, mais que uma curandeira, estabeleceu-se para lhe ensinar os princípios básicos de como se tornar um vampiro. e ele ressurgira, anos depois de seu falecimento. pensavam que havia morrido, e seu retorno lhe rendeu o título de herói, dentre a cidade. o primeiro de seus títulos viera dessa maneira, e fora a maneira como se iniciara a ascenção da família corvinus.
com o passar dos anos, a jovialidade inesgotável do rapaz ia sendo lentamente notada. deveria ter muito mais que seus quarenta anos, cristalizado eternamente na mesma década em que se transformara. barba por fazer e cabelo desgrenhado não conseguiam conferir anos, e nesse momento, o rapaz se retirou para a eslovênia. a tentativa de anonimato foi falha, e pouco depois de instalar-se em celje, conhecera sua única esposa. elizabeth de celje. a conhecera ainda prometida para outro homem, mas mudar o curso da história não parecia fora de seu alcance. para que se casassem, assumira outra identidade. não mais matej, passara a ser matthias corvinus. aparentemente, era o segundo filho de john hunyadi, do qual subitamente todos passaram a se recordar em 1458. 
por infortúnio do destino, eventos com o sequestro do antigo rei levaram à coroação de matthias, inicialmente na hungria e croácia, e posteriormente a região da bohemia e áustria. era engraçado, ainda se colocasse em perspectiva as poucas expectativas que seus pais depositavam sobre ele. mas não lhe servia, não era? a maldita coroa era pesada demais, e em 1490, forjou sua própria morte. deixou a romenia, ansioso por desvendar mais do que o mundo poderia lhe oferecer. este, em retorno, mostrou o quão maldito poderia ser. meio século depois, e cruzara com o coven que descendera da linhagem familiar de sua mãe, os lesovik. a história dele era conhecida, e por muito tempo desprezada pelos seus componentes. acima de tudo, desprezavam vampiros, criaturas ditas como embebidas em magia negra. a força, a agilidade, de nada lhe serviram quando fora surpreendido.
para restaurar a ordem natural das coisas, os corvinus encontraram uma punição adequada. por um século, ele estaria aprisionado em sua forma de lobo. o coven tinha a expectativa de que os anos confinado fossem apagar o homem dentro da besta, e prisão temporária se concretizaria em perpétua. mas não funcionara assim. ao final do século, seu consciente retornara, completamente destroçado. com os anos, os instintos aprenderam a falar mais alto que o raciocínio, e após despertar da maldição, assim fora. o ódio o movia acima de tudo, e a lembrança fizera com que caçasse o coven. matando todas as malditas bruxas da linhagem corvinus que conseguisse encontrar. e então, simplesmente, qualquer bruxa. eram meados de 1600, e ele abrira precedentes para o início dos caçadores de bruxas. as odiava. a sede era tão grande, como se fizesse por compensar os anos sem beber sangue humano. 
o processo de reabilitação fora demorado, quase impossível. todos os quatrocentos anos que se sucederam foram necessários para pouco a pouco devolver o que havia perdido. e logo quando pensou que havia conseguido, acabou em arcanum.
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙
001. matej é uma pessoa conturbada. sua vida é bem dividida em homem, lobo, e homem. toda a aptidão social e educação dissolvida em décadas na cabeça de uma fera. ainda que tenha passado mais anos como homem que como besta, é difícil de programar corretamente suas ações. os instintos vencem, lhe consomem, e ele cede e se culpa.
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immvrtel · 3 months ago
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❛ i go on forever, older burns are overturned. my life for worse or better and i’m just craving for a cure like a man possessed. a requiem❜
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( jacob anderson . cis man . he/him )  ⸺  blasting the killing moon by echo & the bunnymen down main street we've spotted FABIEN DE SAINTGNE sporting their blood-red diamond ring on his annular. the THIRTY-FIVE (*ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ) year old VAMPIRE who's been in town for ten years often can be seen whispering manufactured lies in someone's ears, deeply engrossed in a classic literature book, contemplating the impending doom of his life in the cemetery by his house, enjoying a blood infused glass of wine, or working as an ART CURATOR FOR THE MUSEUM & OWNER OF THE OPULENT CASINO. people say they display entrancing and callous traits, but we rather trust their vibes: fangs flashing in the light like silver daggers, a deep love and appreciation for the arts, cruel sins committed just for the fun of it, a violent kiss, designer and personally tailored suits, a hollowness in your chest that can never be filled, a murder of crows, the hauntingly rich aroma of a powerful presence. also, we've heard they love CORRUPTION ! aren't they fascinating ?
FULL NAME: fabien de saintgne. FAMILY: younger sister ( open connection ). AGE: forever thirty-five ( one hundred & twenty ). GENDER & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: cis man, bisexual. OCCUPATION: art curator & casino owner. UNIQUE POWER: mind reading ( but only when sharing direct eye-contact ).
about fabien. tw: death, violence, possible interpretations of racism and/or homophobia.
Born in 1904 in a poor French village too small to be remembered, in a past that he can’t be bothered to recount. Orphaned too young, with a sister at his hip as he braved the world with a fiery spirit only a black man could have during those times. Famine, pain, things Fabien doesn’t like to think about anymore — until a shadow comes rushing past him in the woods, the wind knocking against his skin, too quick for him to comprehend, and then he’s taken by the cold clammy hands of his destiny. He welcomes it, the warmth that invades his body and makes him feel whole for once. Starved, but for something else now. Stronger, faster. He returns home and a confused little sister stares back at him in horror, as his once dark chocolate eyes turn a bright blue right before her. The stranger makes himself comfortable in their home and turns the little sister into one of them. 
No longer is he a stranger as he takes them in, teaches his children the ways of the night — how to hunt, how to feed, how to survive. Fabien has a mentor and his little sister has someone else looking out for her. They are welcomed into the underworld of vampires, but in the middle of a territorial battle between clans. It was no time to bring in fledglings but his maker had much bigger plans that the two new De Saintgne weren’t aware of. Midst of it all, Fabien met the one. A tender moment in between the chaos and he found himself enamored by this vampire who had at least a century on him. They found it endearing and toyed with his innocence, eventually falling for those blue eyes. The end was soon, they could feel it, but the world stopped whenever Fabien was near them. 
All things must come to a bittersweet finale and his maker ends up betraying the wrong person, provoking the wrong elder. He’s executed and his clan must flee France. In the process, Fabien is separated from his sister but is able to keep the company of his now lover. They settle somewhere in Romenia, thinking that they’d be safer in a more reclusive place. They were happy for a while, they hunted quietly, lived a peaceful life that most mortals would. But the gossip surrounding them was quick to start. Fabien would catch the whispers and hushed words about them… Unmarried, sinners, unwelcome, devil-worshipers. He’d rush home, trying to dismiss it as he was still a young vampire and he wanted to stay out of trouble. 
Their home was attacked in the silent of the night. They were strong, but never invincible. Fabien tried to fight back the villagers, the blood of the humans would spill and stain the hardwood floors for decades to come, but one single deafening scream from his beloved was enough to send the vampire down to his knees. Weak and thinking that his partner had been killed, Fabien was taken hostage by those who had promised to kill the demons that lived up the hill. He was tortured for days, only waiting for his demise that never came. The thought of a life without his love was a painful one. By some miracle, he was never killed. Wasn’t decapitated, impaled by a stake or burned. But he was starved, withering away as the hunger attempted to destroy his very soul, his mind slowly eating at itself. He was on the verge of madness, weak and pale, when the location was suddenly completely torn to shreds. He could barely see through eyes that tried to push against the blur of his vision loss, so he relied on his ears, listening to the screams and sounds of slaughter around him. 
He was taken away, carried through the woods like a wounded animal. Pitiful, he begged with a weak breath for the sweet relief of death. Fabien passed out after that, a dreamless slumber that he thought would finally be the end of him. But as he opened his eyes to find a younger version of himself, with fuller hair and bigger eyes, he was almost convinced that he was still hallucinating. His sister, born from the same womb as him and turned by the same cold one, siblings in life and afterwards. Now stronger and holding confidence in her eyes, aged by the knowledge she’d acquired in the years apart from each other but still looking exactly like the young girl he used to take care of. He wanted to sigh out of relief, reunited finally with the only family he had left, but the deep grief in his heart wouldn’t allow it. He looked at her, saddened, and only asked: “Why wouldn’t you just let me die?”
The recovery process was arduous and painful as his sister nurtured him back to health against his wishes. He wanted to die but the love she had for him brought him back to life. And yet, what truly kept him alive was the anger harbored towards those who did him wrong. Those who ruined his only shot at happiness, those who took his love away. Fabien has since grown colder and ferocious, the young naive vampire completely gone, developing a great distaste for humans unheard from before. Humans are beneath him, their only purpose to serve as food and nothing else. His sister is the only beacon of light he still has in his life, the sliver of humanity left in him that has kept him from ravaging through countries and bringing bloodshed to generations to come. She has continuously tried to bring back the man he once was but she knows deep down that he was killed long before she found him. Fabien is a lost cause, almost devoid of any humanity but he’s somewhat friendly to his supernatural peers. He has plenty enemies but few true friends, becoming selective with those he chooses to spend his time with and sort of reclusive as of late years.
In his century of being alive, Fabien has fallen in love with the arts. Something that reminds him of his beloved, something to hold onto when things become too hard for him to handle. He’s an avid collector and has worked as a curator for many museums over the years. But he’s also indulgent in the pleasures his immortality has given him, a master of manipulation and a collector of secrets. He finds pleasure in giving people what they want so desperately, only to take it away from them and watch as they crumble without it, just as it has been done to him. Fabien has a mean nature and little to no compassion to others. 
He stumbled his way into Portum about ten years ago, followed by a little sister who has promised to never leave him alone again. He has since settled into town as a figure of power, owner of a depraved casino and art curator for the museum. He has been living his life in tranquility but bored out of his mind, always searching for something he can never seem to reach. Desperately clinging to a past that has been gone for decades.
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themidcenturyscene · 4 months ago
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Prince Michael of Romenia
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O Século Ilustrado, Nº 987, December 1 1956
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romeniapizza · 7 months ago
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howrmsee · 2 years ago
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gaygaara · 6 months ago
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the US is literally so pathetic for stealing romenia's bronze medal and giving biles silver even tho she stepped out of the safe zone TWICE and got only 0.6 in penalty for that 😭💀💀 anyway REBECA ANDRADE É OURO CARALHO chupa estadsunidsss 🥇🇧🇷
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