#hungarian traditional clothing

[astal-art]

Snufkin in different traditional outfits!! :O

[raccoonlover5]

HUNGARIAN MIKU

I know it was a trend at some point to draw Miku in the traditional clothing of your country, and mines Hungary so I wanted to do this :33

[zoyazoy]

I love drawing European folk dress so much even though I am Thai ♥

[munirama]

i want to learn about Hungarian and Czech traditional or inspired clothing (both women and men)!! like seriously i saw some today but I completely don't know the official names for it!! I'm in shambles!! show me some crumbs ppl I'm begging

[prettiest-liarr]

i absolutely LOVE seeing traditional/folk clothing from different countries/regions of the world so here r a few of my favorite folk clothes and their country/region :)

top left: hungary traditional folk clothing

top right: traditional aspara dancer from cambodia

bottom left: chinese hanfu inspired from (i believe) the tang dynasty

bottom right: caucus region (specifically armenia, i believe) traditional clothing

[folkfashion]

Hungarian woman, Hungary, by Zsofia Mohos

[bookmothic-dyke]

I think I need to buy some traditional Hungarian fem clothing. I think that would heal my inner child a bit.

[the-first-man-is-a-cat]

Bunjevci in Subotica, 1904.

[roaringwish]

Under the same skies

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[un-ionizetheradlab]

@nuklearis-sutotok

RAAAAAAH MAGYAR MIKU !!!

[forsoobado137]

In the Hetalia universe, I feel like nations are kind of seen as tourist attractions/propaganda tools by their governments for foreigners. Their bosses will make them advertise and objectify themselves for tourists (example: Hungary advertising Hungarian spas with sensual pictures). Hungary and other female nations are ESPECIALLY objectified and made to represent their country's "beauty and traditional values".

France's Instagram is full of pictures about national cuisine and tourist destinations. He's often told by his boss to make content that shows off French heritage and leverage his good looks to entice foreigners (Though France definitely takes some liberties). I kind of feel like every nation's bosses see their nation's Instagram as propaganda tools to show the perfect image of their countries.

This is especially true with countries that rely on tourism/get a lot of revenue from tourists. During tourist season, these nations often are told to be on their best behavior, and are encouraged to wear cultural clothing as a way to impress foreigners. Sometimes, they're even told to lean into stereotypes and gimmicks to entertain people.

In turn, a lot of tourists feel entitled to see nations as if they're a public attraction. They take pictures and videos, touch them like a petting zoo, and some even ask nations for inappropriate favors. Basically, they treat them like a Disneyland mascot.

[profesors]

▪️A preserved photograph from 1866 shows a young Serb, Božidar Novaković, from the village of Bukovica in Dalmatia, which was then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, in ceremonial traditional Serbian clothing. 🇷🇸

[bookwormstarwarsfan]

Han and Leia's Wedding

My Headcanons x Hungarian Wedding Traditions

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2024

Day One: Tradition / Ceremony

For @hanleiacelebration

Since I'm a big fan of weddings, of course I spent a lot of time thinking about what would Han and Leia's wedding be like.

As a passionate royal watcher and a big lover of Hungarian traditions, I just had to mash up aspects of these. This also means that I was able to combine today's two promts.

That tiara is the Cartier Halo Tiara, my absolute favourite. I just love to imagine that Han gets made a replica of Leia's birthday tiara given by her parents after hearing the tradition that Alderaanian royal brides wore a tiara from their family.

And yes, I'm a basic girlie, and my favourite wedding dress is Carherine Middleton's, but hey, own it! I feel like it's regal enough for the last Princess of Alderaan at her wedding that is the first big celebration of the new, free galaxy, bit still laidback enough for a sadly no longer big royal wedding and a bride who wants a more simple, personal occasion.

The bread tearing! My favourite Hungarian wedding tradition is where the couple grabs the two ends of a circle shaped 'kalács' and tears it to see who will be the 'boss' in the marriage. Of course for Han and Leia the two pieces are the exact same size!

A Hungarian wedding is a huge party until dawn, and to signal at midnight that the day of the wedding passed, and the groom and bride is now the 'new husband and wife', they change into red clothes. They are also for sale now, at least a dance with them, time to get back the price of the wedding😉 (And if you find the picture familiar, it's from Palvin Barbi and Dylan Sprouse's very fun and very Hungarian wedding!)

The bride sometimes gets 'kidnapped', usually by the men in her family, and the groom has to find and 'free' her with cute, silly tasks. I imagine this to be a Corellian tradition, which is told by Wedge to Leia, who finds it hilarious, but Han firmly states that they won't do that, but the Rogues do it anyway lol. Leia has a fun time, especially when Han completes the task in a very romantic manner. Bonus, the picture I chose for this is also good for simply aesthetic purposes.

I hope you enjoyed this silly little moodboard with my commentary! 😊

[un-ionizetheradlab]

@nuklearis-sutotok @zsanett-suta

Hatsune Miku in my Culture (in hungarian folktales style)

And Hatsune Miku in My culture (pesti altercsaj)

[ghostofreach117]

Just went through the depths ™ of my sketchbook and stuff ™. Pretty old stuff but it explains a lot of the lore of my version of Mondstadt. I know my handwriting is bad😭 I’ll try and translate

(You can see how different my style is on paper LMFAOOOO)

This one is the newest!!!

Wanted to elaborate on clothing and hair. I HATEHATEHATE how much traditional German clothing is sexualized so guess what I did!!!! Anyway I wanted to lean further into traditional German clothing while also taking into account what would be most convenient for the people living there. I wanted hair to be super important too. MONDSTADT IS WINDY. WHY IS YOUR HAIR DOWN PEOPLE. So I thought since people generally have their hair up here they would probably develop a really complex culture around the way hair is put up. (Thank u kaeya and diluc for being my hair models) And Since wind is considered holy there would probably be religious implications there too.

I also think it would be kinda neat if other nations were kinda unbeknownst to the fact that mondstadt has culture aside from drinking.

WHEW THIS ONES OLD. I wanted to go more in depth about the internal relationships between the cultures of mondstadt. I had noticed the cross symbol around and kinda tried to recontextualize it to fit the world.

Here’s a transcript of some of the bottom text for those who can’t read it:

“Those who hail from the south (east AND west) are generally looked down upon by those who are from central/northern mondstadt. They are seen as trashy/dangerous due to association with the fatui.”

“Southwestern ethnic/cultural groups include:

- Czechs/Slovakians (usually just referred to as Czechoslovakians, there’s no real reason to separate in this context)

- Hungarians

- Croatians

- Albanians

Southeastern ethnic/cultural groups include:

- Poles

- Lithuanians

- Belarusians

- Romanians”

If any explanation is needed just let me know!! These are very old haha

In any case here’s some assorted brainrot notes:

Inazuma has closed its borders completely, disallowing the majority of trade and travelers. However, a select few people are allowed within the country’s borders for trade/political talks.

Inazuman salt is essential to the survival of the people of mondstadt, as they need it to preserve their meat for winter.

Many nations, ESPECIALLY FONTAINE, look down upon mondstadt, because they see it as a trashy, uncivilized place full of drunkards.

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 2/6

Part 1

Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.

Enjoy!

You fell in love with Hungary. It was such a beautiful city with such a vibrant culture. Everywhere you went, people seemed to engage in activities that you had never heard of before. Like pottery, for example. It was definitely an odd activity to engage in, especially in the middle of the street. However, the Hungarian's seemed to enjoy it. You even brought home a pott that a lady had worked on for more than an hour. It was decorated with hearts which you thought would be a suiting gift for your boyfriend.

"Honey, I'm home!" You announced. You and Dominik had been staying at a hotel while in Budapest. It was a nice little getaway for you, but for Dominik, it was just another business trip. The Hungarian people were crazy about him. And ahead of the European championship, Dominik and his teamsmates are required to meet with fans and stakeholders of the Hungarian men's football team. This left you to roam the streets of Budapest on your own since Dominik was busy during the day. Nevertheless, there was no better feeling than coming home to the love of your life.

"Wake sleepy head. I got you a present."

"Hmmm?"

You found Dominik sleeping on top of the bed, fully clothed.

"I'm sorry to wake you, baby. Did you have a long day?"

"Yes, now don't just stand there, bring me my gift." Dominik was quick to release the pillow he had been hogging in his arms. He then stretched for you where you stood beside the bed.

"Come here." He muttered. "Bring me my gift."

You chuckled as his grasping hands tugged your shirt. Dominik pulled you down to lay with him in bed, smothering you with tight hugs and kisses.

"Baby, I'm not your gift."

"Yes, you are." He said, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. "The best gift I've ever gotten."

"No, I actually bought you something from the street market that I visited today."

"You did?"

The kisses seized.

"Yes, would you like to have it?"

"Hell yeah, bring it here!" Dominik was quick to sit up in bed, not minding the way his hair was tousled from the sheets. He watched you slip out of bed and retrieve the gift from your bag. He was like an eager child on Christmas Eve as you brought it to him, wrapped paper, containing the sculptured pot. Dominik ripped it open despite you warning him to be cautious. However, his shoulders rose and fell at the sight of it.

"It's a...mug?"

"No baby, it's a pott."

"A what?"

"A pott, like for decorations."

"Oh, a pott." He nodded, although the dent between his brows gave him away. "What are you supposed to do with it?"

"I dunno, you tell me?" You chuckled. "The lady said it's a tradition for Hungarian's to engage in pottery." You joined Dominik on the bed again, watching as he turned the pott in his hand, regarding it with furrowed brows.

"Well, If it's not for drinking, I don't know what it's for."

"Ha ha." You muttered, unhanding him the decor item. "I thought it was cute, and if you don't like it, I'll just gift it to your parents instead."

"My parents?" Dominik frowned.

"Yeah, when we visit them."

"Right, about that..."

"What?"

You had always dreamt of meeting Dominik's parents. It only seemed natural after the two of you celebrated your three year anniversary. But every time you brought up, Dominik seemed to hesitate and would often change the subject. You thought things would be different arriving to Hungary but even here, when the distance to his family was no longer the issue, Dominik still hesitated to bring you there, insisting that you stay in Budapest where the travel to meet and greet with the Men's team would be less.

"I just don't think that it's a good idea." He said.

"But you always say that."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I didn't come here to visit my family. I have a job to do."

"Really, then why do I get a feeling that you don't want ME to meet your parents."

"Y/N." Dominik sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just... my parents can be a bit... difficult," he said, choosing his words carefully. "They're not very open-minded, and they can be pretty judgmental."

You felt a pang of disappointment and hurt. So Dominik really didn't want to introduce you to his parents. But why? Was he embarrassed of you?

You tried to keep your emotions in check and pressed him for more information. "What do you mean by 'difficult'?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"Well... they have a certain idea of what kind of person they want me to date, and it's not always the most... inclusive," Dominik replied, his voice filled with frustration. "They've made it clear that they don't approve of me dating someone from a different culture, and they've said some pretty hurtful things in the past."

You felt a wave of anger wash over you. "Well, we're not dating Dominik, I'm your girlfriend, of three years to be exact"

"I know, I know." He walk over to you, grabbing your head in his hands. "You're my girlfriend." He smiled, eyes bright in the sun. "And I want you to meet my family, trust me. But you must also trust me when I say that it's not a good idea right now."

How was this true, you thought. How could Dominik's parents be so close-minded. What exactly had Dominik told them about  you? There was only one way to find out. You knew that you had to meet them and confront them to show them that you were a worthy partner for their son.

"I want to meet them," you said, voice firm. "I want to see for myself what kind of people they are, and I want them to see that I'm not just some 'other' person, I'm your girlfriend."

Dominik stared into your eyes, surprised by your determination. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes, I'm sure," you replied, your heart racing with anticipation. "I'm ready to meet the parents."

Part 1