Tradiții și Superstiții Românești: O Căl... #Romania
https://romanasul.ro/traditii-si-superstitii-romanesti-o-calatorie-in-lumea-traditiilor/?feed_id=138&_unique_id=6551a3b80de24
maybe i just didn't pay that much attention to it before, but the amount of super-ultra-extra christian god-honoring and most of all, god-fearing romanians truly, genuinely believe that Halloween is a holiday for worshipping the devil is fucking astounding. was this always this way or is this just a new fad brought on by the extreme right or whoever else associated with it?? And they teach this shit to kids as well so when you want to make a lesson abt it cause it's such a huge thing in the english speaking parts of the world they get all offended and try to lecture me about how it's a satanic holiday or whatever
The son of Baba Dochia (another folkloric being in our mythology), Dragobete is the patron of love and bringer of spring. His coming is awaited with flowers. His calling is to kiss the girls on this day, 24th of February, because the girl who isn't kissed shall remain single the whole year.
Dragobete, or Dragomir by his first name, is a young god, beautiful, a lover by nature, strong and charming, bringing joy in people's lives. Because no one knew who his father was, they assumed it was the Spirit of the Mountain.
When our loverboy was born, four ursitoare (fairies godmother) came to offer him the most generous of gifts. The first one, Spring, blessed him with love. Summer, the second one, gave him the sweetness of ripe fruits. The third one, Autumn, gave him a flute, to bring joy to those who hear him play, while Winter, the fourth fairy, offered him a white coat, adorned with diamonds and a red belt, sewn with pearls. The coat was designed to grow with the boy, never getting dirty, no matter how much he wore it. Because of these gifts, Dragobete managed to make every girl he wished, fall for him.
As he grew, he took the path of mountains, hearing the call of his parents, to learn all about plants and animals. Which is why, in the folk belief, Dragobete is also the protector of birds and herbs.
Another belief have him turned by his mother into a medicinal plant called Năvalnic. The plant is used in love spells and treating wounds.
to celebrate Dragobete, the girls go in forests and plains in search of the first flowers of spring and hang them on icons to be young and beautiful and keep away all jealousy and bad thoughts sent their way. dried flowers are thrown in a running water on Sânziene day, so all the evils will go away with them. if they found ripe berries, they'd take the flowers and make bouquetes that were put in their water, as they washed their hair while saying „Flori de fragă
Din luna lui Faur
La toată lumea să fiu dragă
Urâciunile să le desparți”. (Berry flowers of the month of February, make it so that everyone likes me, cast away all ugly thoughts and wills from me)
the boys would pick ghiocei (snowdrops) and bring them home, because an old saying goes "as many flowers in your house, as many chickens in your farm"
those who are single on Dragobete, or don't manage to kiss, or the very least touch, a person of romantic interest, are doomed to another year without finding their soulmate.
those who have a partner and spent even a second with them on this day, will be together the whole year.
if you dream of your crush the night of Dragobete, speak to them and their heart shall open for you.
anyone who sees a pupăză (hoopoe) on this day, will be lucky all year long and if you see a pair of birds, you'll always be loved (birds are known to chose a mate this time of year).
early in the morning, young women would also search for remaining snow, melt it and wash their hair and face with it, to have clean skin and healthy hair.
another belief says that if you go on a date on Dragobete and don't kiss, you and that person will break up
as a boy you have to drink a special tea, made with sour cherry brenches to have a chance at love the year that's to come.
if men are mean or fight with women on this day, their spring will be filled with bad luck and they'll have an awful year
everyone should be happy on 24th of February, to honor Dragobete and convince him to bring them a lover
in some places, girls would put busuioc (basil) under their pillows to dream the face of their soulmate
in other parts, girls would run, chased by boys. if a girl was caught and she liked the boy, they'd kiss as everyone watched, which symbolized their wedding in the fall.
and some other places sent their girls – who haven't eaten or washed that morning – to pick popelnic (a type of wood) and wash their hair with it, leaving behind as an offering to the god, bread with salt and eggs. in the meantime, the guys dance in horă (a type of dance where people hold each other in a circle and, well, dance) and pick ghiocei (snowdrop)
Dragobete is, as you might have noticed, quite a pretentious god. on top of it all, he doesn't like you killing or sacrificing animals on his day. nor does he want you to sow, wash anything, iron clothes or work the field. the only work he allows is a deep cleaning of the house
☠︎ This zine is the first in a series on death, alternative ways of looking at the end and grieving methods. Research into the liminal space has unearthed colourful cemeteries around Romania, some practises dating back to the Neolithic ages, as well as the popular folk calendar - which retraces agricultural activities and links them to performances, herbal remedies and the pre-Christian spiritual realm. One peculiar sort of performance includes sickle duels, it is played out by young ladies during the Sânziene ritual, in some local villages.
There are currently 30 hand sewn copies, might prepare 20 more in the future since this limited edition has been sold out within a few hours. All printed by The Secret Garden from Timișoara. 10 copies are available at Indecis Artist Run Space, a few more will make their way to Bucharest's Cărturești&friends and Hamburg, in the near future.
With the solstice and the new episode, last week, and Sânziene on the 24th, the Fairy Queen was practically asking for her own cupcakes.
I'm still not sure if the flowers in the new logo are elderflowers, or not, but they sparked the inspiration for these cupcakes - they're associated with the fae, with transitions, with protection, but also with curses, so it's a pretty versatile plant as far as folklore goes. They felt like the obvious choice for the Fairy Queen.
Recipe on ao3 and under the cut
Ingredients
125g flour
1.5 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
100gr butter
200gr sugar
2 large eggs, separated
125ml elderflower soda
juice of 1/2 lime
Preheat oven (Gas Mark 4/180° C/350 F)
Separate the eggs
Beat the egg whites, gradually adding in 100gr of sugar, until they form stiff peaks.
Mix the flower with the salt and baking powder in a cup
In another bowl, beat the butter and the other 100gr of sugar
Mix in the yolks
Mix in the lime juice
Gradually mix in the flour mixture and the elderflower soda, alternating between them
Add the egg whites and fold them in carefully.
Spoon the batter into the muffin tray and bake for about 20-25min.
Turn off the oven and leave them for 10 more minutes while it cools (door ajar) so they don't completely deflate.
Tradiții și Superstiții Românești: O Căl... #Romania
https://romanasul.ro/traditii-si-superstitii-romanesti-o-calatorie-in-lumea-traditiilor/?feed_id=138&_unique_id=6551a3b7db67a
Cargo ("Poate dacă ploaia s-ar opri" is a Must for Sad Rock music but I also like "Ielele")
Compact ("Mă voi întoarce" another iconic sad rock song but "Fata din vis" is also quite good)
Pasărea colibri (their discography is. A little all over the place but "Pisica Neagră" would fit the vibe)
Phoenix (folk rock, careful with this one cause there's some unsavory words used for romani people. Also just Nationalistic tendencies due to them often adapting poems and folk legends into songs)
Something a little more modern there's:
Alternosfera (my favorite is "flori de mai")
Vama Veche ("18 ani" was all the rage at beach parties. Literally everywhere.)
Vunk (pop rock, tbh I don't listen to them a lot but "Pleacă" was literally my first rock song so. Holds a near and dear place in my heart)
Individual song recommendations:
Sânziene by Irina Rimes and Zdob și Zdub (folk rock)
Oops... Eroare! by Andreea Bălan (very Emo. Very Teenaged. Don't look at the rest of that woman's discography you will barely find anything else like this)
Cuțit la abdomen by Jean Gavril
omg thanks for all the recs!! I'll listen through all of them but i just listened to Nebun de alb, and while it's not the vibe i'm going for it did remind very strongly of what my dad was listen to in the car when i was a child so bonus points for the slap of nostalgia!
Nomenclature - approximate translation to existing englisch word, from romanian sânziene
Long range - couple of kilometers
High endurance - can use their powers for 12+ hours at a time
High versatility - most other soarers can project their powers through a fairy
Some sub-specialties:
Short range high detail - the fae (zână) is high resolution but can't get very far
Long range low detail - the fae can get very far but it usually looses the human form (at their base, all fae are just small light points)
Impersonation - create fae in the look of other people
Abnormal fae creation - get funky with the fae (make them monsters, for example)
Some extremes:
Abnormal sensory imitation - people can see and hear fae, but few fairies can make their fae have a smell, or even touch (they still aren't actually material though, it's all fake)
Some law limitations:
All human laws apply to fae (no stalking, entering in people's houses etc.)
Don't impersonate other people when it comes to professional or legal stuff
Don't create visually upsetting imagery in public (so like, don't have your fae's guts open up for funsies)
After a busy morning full of dodging the kitchen, as well as dodging the ballroom so that it could be decorated for the celebrations, Ethan was finally able to speak to his co-conspirator in the festival preparations.
Maricara wore red and white, as did most of the family and clan who were filtering into the property. Now she pushed a white shirt toward Ethan, and he took it.
“No bear fur this time, huh,” he said in what he hoped was a cheerful voice, and when she laughed, he smiled. “I have to ask…”
She nodded at him. Ethan lowered his voice, and grasped the shirt to his chest. “You’re okay with the idea of us trying this….whatever this is…”
“Hmmm,” now she considered it, her eyes glazing over as people passed them in the hallway. “I do not think it is for me to approve,” she finally answered. The woman gestured out toward the front, where the showdown with the mold creatures had happened only days prior. “This is not my home. Maybe it would have been, if Miranda did not take away my family. But, is this your home?”
Zoe had asked him as much. Ethan didn’t know how to answer. So he frowned.
“It is the home of the Mold,” she said with a shrug. “And it is the home of Eva. Perhaps you do a good thing. Perhaps you awaken unspeakable evil.” The Roma woman made a face. She seemed deep in thought, and then turned toward a nearby table, where a stack of golden Sânziene flower crowns had been lovingly made and placed.
She put one into Ethan’s hands, over the shirt.
“I thought only women were supposed to wear these,” he said quizzically, with a raise of his eyebrow, and she raised hers in return.
“Sometimes I wonder that about you,” she said with a hint of a smile, and left him red-faced in the large parlor.
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Ethan shrugged out of his collared shirt and inspected the fabric of the one he’d been given. Even though it was thin and flowing, he suspected he would be committing a social faux pass if he were to even consider an undershirt. Ethan paused when the bedroom door opened. Heisenberg strode in, already in his traditional shirt.
He actually looked good in white. Actual white, not the “been underground for thirty years” white of his regular button-ups. Ethan’s lips rose in a brief smile as he admired the brunette. Karl had even brushed his hair and beard (or had been ordered to, more likely.) The light color contrasted against his dark skin, and made his eyes seem even more luminescent. Now the engineer closed the door and locked it behind him.
Ethan raised an eyebrow at this. But he said nothing as Karl strode over and locked eyes with him. The engineer had that slightly humored expression he usually had, and now his grey-tinted eyebrows rose as he looked over Ethan’s shoulder.
“Flower crown, huh,” he said with a smirk.
Ethan stepped in front of the table and ran a hand through the silky strands, also tinted with grey. “How did the um…the…”
“Shockin’ the shit outta this fuckin’ thing in my head, to get some peace an’ fuckin’ quiet, go?” Karl lifted hair over his left ear and turned his head, showing off a rather nasty looking burn scar. “Swell.”
Ethan’s eyes widened, but he said nothing. He wasn’t about to start arguing methodology with the guy who animated corpses with turboprop engines for torsos. “That’s great,” Ethan began, and paused when Karl very openly reached for Ethan's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. The belt was unbuckled with a single flip of his wrist.
“What the hell are you--”
“Well, I fixed it, for awhile,” Karl said in an almost impatient voice. “So no more uh…” he fumbled for words as he reached over Ethan’s underwear, stroking the length there and causing Ethan to inhale sharply. “...uncontrollable…dangerous, whatever.”
“Is that right.” Ethan’s voice sounded as if it had been mixed with helium.
“That’s right, Winters,” Karl said in a purr, a smile crossing his scarred lips as he stared at the other. “You get hard so fast for me.”
Ethan’s ears reddened. He leaned against the table, his breath quickening as Karl’s fondling hand movements turned into stroking. The other’s golden eyes stared at him steadily.
“What are you…thinking--” Ethan was genuinely curious how they had segued from talking about the cadou, to this, but it reminded him of their time together in the mold consciousness. Karl had been so different there, so focused on Ethan, in a way that made him almost seem like a different person than the scary, borderline violent way he came undone in bed over the past few months.
“I’m thinkin’,” Karl responded with a grin, “That I make you wanna scream an’ moan, but you can’t, because there’s a houseful of people out there, so you just have to deal with it. And I'm thinkin' you be good for me, and don't hold back. I want you to cum for me.”
Now Karl pulled Ethan’s pants and underwear down around his thighs, exposing the blond’s erection. Ethan only had a strangled cry in response; he hadn’t closed his mouth in over a minute. His hazel eyes were glued on Heisenberg, who tipped his head back, before placing both palms on Ethan’s jaw, stroking the blond hair that gathered behind the taller man’s ears.
His voice was low, throaty, but his eyes danced between Ethan’s with their usual mirth. “I know about…that night, an’ how scared you were. Here in the daylight I thought I’d give you somethin’ else to remember.”
The night with Miranda. He shivered despite the warmth on his face, the warmth radiating from Heisenberg. Ethan could not even protest when Karl dropped to one knee, giving him a smug look before leaning in and licking Ethan’s entire shaft.
A cry almost escaped from the blond, but now Karl had already risen to his feet, clapping one hand over Ethan’s mouth and leaving the blond to pant behind it. Karl put his other index finger over his own mouth, and then lowered his palm. “Let’s try that again.”
Ethan gripped the table with both hands, shivering as the unruly strands of once-auburn buried themselves in his crotch again. Karl’s tongue was everywhere at once, and now the blond had to put his own hand over his mouth to stop the cries. Whimpers came out instead and he closed his eyes. Karl was nothing like he’d been in that dream, or vision, or whatever it was. He was warm, radiating heat as he always did, not cold. His hands were busy stroking up and down Ethan’s long legs, grabbing handfuls of thighs, calves, and gripping the pale waist as he growled happily on the other man’s length. In the dream, Miranda had been cold, robotic, as if trying to prod a reaction from him. Heisenberg's body language insinuated he wanted to consume Ethan in every sense of the word; there was no holding back from the other.
At first Ethan was overwhelmed with these sensations alone. Karl was always overwhelming in one way or another, but the dedicated attention and passion to only his pleasure was a shock to Ethan’s system. Not just with Heisenberg; he was inexperienced at only receiving pleasure from any partner. It had always been a mutual thing. And though the memories from the other place were welcome, and romantic, they were just like dreams. Not tangible, not physical, as though Ethan had conjured up the whole reality by himself.
This was real, this was physical, and his legs shook. Ethan sagged against the table, his whimpers turning into high pitched, long exhaled whispers as he felt precum dribble from his tip and immediately felt the sweep of Karl’s tongue, heard the grunt of approval from the other.
Ethan fumbled with his hands and finally found them tangling in Heisenberg’s hair, undoing all of the brushing from earlier. He at first stroked the other’s locks, but then gripped the tendrils, feeling as though he would fall over if he didn’t push himself deeper inside.
Karl sensed this and pulled away from Ethan’s cock abruptly, gazing up with his faintly yellow eyes, where a tinge of green hid, and now he grasped Ethan’s right thigh in his left hand. “That’s it, Papa,” he said with bated breath, “Let go.”
The leg was pulled over Heisenberg’s left shoulder and Ethan stared in awe as the bearded man went right back to his task, his facial hair rubbing against soft inner thigh skin. Ethan hooked the leg and pulled himself closer to the kneeling man, his lanky form now half tangled legs, and half reclined on the table.
He clenched the table again with one hand, the other still circling and brushing through Heisenberg’s hair. Let go. It had been so long since Ethan had pleasured himself, or taken the driver’s seat on any sexual encounter, he wondered that he hadn’t forgotten how to let go. Now he withdrew, pulling his hips back, and then carefully tested the sensation of Heisenberg’s throat by pushing forward.
The other raked excited claws across Ethan’s hips and ass, a clear message to continue. The guttural moans of Heisenberg were a second indicator, as he sucked harder and caused Ethan to nearly topple over again.
“Fuck,” Ethan whimpered again as he followed the other man’s demands, his stomach dropping as his member withdrew from the hot, wet mouth and then he pushed in again, as far as he could. He wasn’t sure if he were speaking, or murmuring, or cursing, or what. His thrusts were clumsy, uneven, made with shaking hips, but he found the rhythm by driving himself crazy. Ethan was coming undone, and he relied on the brace of his leg against Heisenberg’s back to keep him upright. His legs trembled and his abdomen clenched; he was going to come. He had a taut grip on the other's hair, and his other on the table.
“K-Karl,” he grunted, as if in warning, but then, “Oh my god, Karl--” and it was too late. Ethan nearly collapsed while upright, his back curling toward the other man as his lower body spasmed. The series of suppressed grunts continued as he finished through clenched teeth. Heisenberg never came up for air as he hummed, gulping over the stuttered sounds of his companion.
Before Ethan could find proper footing, or finally fall over, Karl was upright again, more dexterous than a spring. He held the mostly-nude blond in his arms, pulling them both back to the bed, where he sat and moved the other onto his lap.
Ethan’s arms wrapped around the strong shoulders and he buried his head in Heisenberg’s neck, waiting for his breath to return to normal. When it did, he put his forehead on Heisenberg’s temple. “...That..was amazing. Thank you.”
“Anytime, Papa.” Karl had the same casual amiability whether he was tightening a screw on a piece of machinery, or sucking Ethan's soul out of his body through his dick. What a strange person, Ethan marveled.
“....Do you..want...?”
“I’m savin’ that for tonight,” the engineer chuckled. “Now that I can build up the tension, without rippin’ you in half.”