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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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“You will learn to love me.” - With Heisenberg and restorator darling, please? Perhaps when this is her first experience?

Heisenberg/F!Darling: "You'll learn to love me."

TW: Dubcon, loss of virginity, forced marriage

Weddings were usually a joyous affair. Gorgeous dresses, dancing and enjoying your loved ones' company, celebrating the life you wanted to share with your one-and-only... ____'s wedding was not at all like what she or her family might have hoped it would be. For one thing, none of them even knew where she was; she'd spent the last few months trapped by the terrifying man who'd kidnapped her from the Romanian wilderness, a man named Heisenberg who had a gift with metal that bordered on supernatural. As a restorator she would've been fascinated if she wasn't terrified of what he could do with that power of his, especially when his "work" littered his factory with corpses and their scattered body parts. The only other company she had were the wolflike monsters and patchwork creations that followed Heisenberg's orders.

He'd actually bothered to get a wedding dress for her, an admittedly beautiful traditional gown made by the women in the village. The delicate lace along the sleeves and the vibrant embroidered flowers and patterns on the vest looked so out of place in the dusty and rusted-out factory. The villagers were eager to celebrate their Lord's marriage and hadn't stopped sending flowers, pastries, clothing, and handmade talismans for long-life/love/fertility to the outskirts of Heisenberg's property until he'd stationed some of the Lycans to scare off the throngs of annoying worshippers and well-wishers. ____ didn't know if it was better or worse that Heisenberg and her would be the only ones at the wedding; she was terrified of being alone with him, but the way the villagers stared at her and threw themselves to the ground while reverently calling her "Lady Heiseberg" left her uncomfortable to say the least.

____ stared at her reflection in the mirror and tried her best to prepare herself for what was to come. I can still try to escape, but...being his wife just makes it feel more hopeless. She bit the inside of her cheek and glared at the reflection of her dress through her veil. I'll have to be tied to him, even if I'm being forced to say those fucking vows to always stay with him until "death to us part."

She didn't hate him, at least not as much as she did when he'd first taken her. She definitely feared him, but that was just common sense when your captor has an army of corpse-machines, werewolves, and can control electricity and metal with his mind. He'd been more accommodating than he'd expected for a kidnapper. He had been sexually forceful sometimes whenever he groped her or turned her head to kiss her, or lightly rutted against her body when the two of them slept in the same bed. But he'd also given her a room to herself, and insisted on not forcing himself on her completely until he'd made her his wife--another reason she was dreading this day. He'd appreciated her restoration skills and the two of them had actually shared some enjoyable conversations while spending time in his workshop. And he was fiercely protective of her when it came to his equally monstrous siblings and mother. Part of it seemed to be selfishness, not wanting them to go after HIS woman, but he'd consoled her after that wretched little doll of Lady Beneviento's had insisted on "playing" with her by chasing her and tearing at the flesh and skin of her legs. His voice had been soft when he'd promised to not let anyone hurt her, and having him hold her was comforting.

The sound of her bedroom door opening snapped ____ out of her thoughts, and she saw Heisenberg walk into the room. He wasn't wearing his usual trenchcoat, and instead had on an outfit that ____ had never seen him in before: a black vest with similar embroidery to her own outfit, along with a white blouse underneath with fur-trimmed black sleeves. His pants were also black, save for the bit of dust around the hem from walking around the factory. His shoes were made from dark leather and had the same fur trim as his shirtsleeves and the inside of ____'s vest. His signature sunglasses were absent, and his hair was freshly washed and combed.

Heisenberg stared at ____ for a moment, looking her up and down as she stood in her wedding clothes. He had seen what they'd looked like folded up and hanging in her closet, but it was nothing compared to her wearing them. He wasn't used to seeing something so delicate and beautiful, especially in his factory. "Everything's ready," he said. He put one arm around ____'s waist and kept a gentle yet firm grip around her. "Since Miranda gave us her 'blessing' beforehand, we don't need to have her here to watch and attend in all her glory," he quipped. "God knows that bitch would ruin this whole thing just by being here."

____ let Heisenberg lead her to his own room, where a small leather box lay on his bedside table. He used his powers to shut and lock the door behind ____ while he went to grab the box. "I don't have much from my real family," Heisenberg said, carefully opening the lid. The inside was lined with cloth, and inside was a pair of exquisite wedding bands. There were some signs of age in the metal, but the small opalescent jewel nestled in the center of the bridal ring shone as if it had been polished just yesterday. The other ring was less flashy, with the only flair being am etched ridge in the shape of a mountain on the top, inlaid with gold. "This ring's one of the only things I've got from them." He took the groom's ring and slipped it on his own finger. "I want to say it was one of my great uncles who made it? One of them was a jeweler, I think." He shrugged and held his hand out to admire how it looked. "My mom slipped them into my things after Miranda's people had come to take me and my cousins away. I think she knew it'd be the last time she saw all of us together."

____ noticed the strange tone in Heisenberg's voice as he recalled his last memory with his family. She'd never heard him reminisce about them before; with how far-off and melancholy he sounded, she knew why it wasn't something he discussed that often. Just as she was about to try to say something to try and comfort him, he took the bride's ring with one hand and slipped the box into his pocket. He took ____'s hand and squeezed it. "There's no set of vows we have to take," he explained with a half-smile. "One of the perks of being royalty in this shit hole is anything you do is fine, no matter how informally you do it. Not like the villagers are gonna complain about us not following all the traditions, so it saves a lot of time. But..." Heisenberg stared intensely at her as he slipped the ring onto her trembling finger. "One day, you'll learn to love me. I promise that."

____'s hand felt as if it were chained to a sinking weight, pulling her through the ground and crushing her. There was no way out. She'd be "married" to this man who'd ruined her life, isolated from the rest of the world and completely at his mercy. Her heart leaped into her throat and she suddenly felt a rush of dizziness; she stumbled forward and Heisenberg caught her, helping her back upright and holding her in his arms. He brushed her clothed hip with his thumb and then lifted her veil to fully reveal her face. Before ____ knew it, Heisenberg's lips were against hers as he tilted her head back slightly to deepen the kiss.

Heisenberg ran his fingers through her hair as he lowered her onto his bed. ____'s heart raced and panic ran up and down her spine as she lay on the bed. He was taking off his shoes, unbuttoning his vest...reaching down to take off her veil. "K-Karl," she stammered, "I'm not...I've--"

"Never done this before?" He rested one hand on her vest before unbuttoning the golden clasps and sliding it off of her shoulders while she just tried her best to stay still. "I figured as much." Heisenberg smirked and moved one hand underneath the skirt of her dress, creeping up her thighs and stopping just inches from her panties. "You always get that funny little look on your face whenever I touch you for a bit in bed, almost like you're feeling a certain way for the first time. Wouldn't surprise me if you've never even touched yourself."

Goosebumps rose on ____'s legs as Heisenberg ghosted his fingers over her pubic mound, and she looked away as she rubbed her thighs together. Was she really THAT obvious about it? "I know I can't stop you," she said quietly. She bit her lip and tears welled up in her eyes as she tried her hardest to not envision what ____ was about to do to her. Maybe he'd start to tire of her once he finally fucked her and got what he really wanted, and he'd let her go. Would she get blood on the sheets and her dress when he entered her? Would he even care? She could already feel his cock prodding her through his pants; it was a strange, foreign presence that filled her with dread. She knew that some men had penises so large that they could fill someone up all the way to their cervix...just how painful was this going to be once he took all of his clothes off? How harsh would he be now that he didn't feel the need to be so accommodating and kind once he finally claimed her?

____ sniffled and looked up at Heisenberg pitifully. "Please be gentle," she begged. "I don't want...I know it can hurt a lot during your first time, so just..."

Heisenberg cocked his head slightly and rested his fingers on the flesh of her right thigh. "It can hurt if you don't do it right," he replied, sounding a little confused. "What, you think I'm just gonna whip my cock out, go in dry, and finish after a few pumps?"

____ looked up at him, not sure of what to say. "You want to f-fuck me, don't you?" She sounded more confused than accusatory. "That's why you kidnapped me. That's why you've tried to be nice to me and make me trust you." Her shoulders drooped slightly and she clenched her jaw. "I just figured that you wouldn't care that much about...about making me feel good, at least not as much as yourself."

Heisenberg's brows furrowed, but only for a moment before leaning down to kiss her again. ____'s eyes widened at just how gentle this kiss was compared to the one he'd given her after slipping his ring on her finger. "I didn't kidnap you just to be a cocksleeve," he replied with a slightly disappointed frown. He caressed the inside of her thigh and trailed his lips down to her collarbone. "If I wanted that, I would've just raped you the first night you were here." ____ moaned softly as he moved one hand underneath her blouse to massage her breast, and a sudden rush of heat pooled between her legs as he used his other hand to play with an extra-sensitive bundle of nerves through her underwear.

"Kidnapping you doesn't really help my case," he said begrudgingly, "But I do love you, you know. As much as I can love anyone after the shit I've been through." He toyed with her nipple and smiled when he felt her hips rock a bit as he circled around her clit through her panties. "You're not my whore, you're my wife. So tell me what you want, and how you want it. And I'll give it to you."

____'s entire body felt so warm underneath her wedding dress. The places he was touching her felt so tingly, just like how they did whenever he groped her before tonight. Somehow though, this was different. Her fear wasn't as prevalent and the heat bubbling up underneath her skin wasn't from shame. This felt gentler. This felt good. So, so good. He wasn't lying to her about doing whatever SHE wanted; for once, she felt like she had a semblance of control while in bed with him--previously her kidnapper, but now her husband.

____'s voice was breathier than she expected whenever she spoke again. "C-could...could you put your mouth on me?" She rested one shaky hand by her chest on top of his own. "On my breasts, where your hand is right now. I want to f-feel more of...of this." She was struggling to articulate just what she was feeling and what she wanted, but Heisenberg just grinned as if he'd heard her loud and clear. When he lifted her thin white blouse over her head, leaving her in just her skirt, panties, and stockings, he immediately latched onto her right breast while he continued to play with her left nipple. ____ gasped and bucked her hips as he swirled his tongue around the pebble of flesh; his stubble grazed her soft skin, and the texture made her shiver.

Heisenberg finally moved his lips back with a small pop and switched to her other breast while he circled even faster around her clitoris and occasionally stroked the damp spot around her cunt's lips. "Can you feel how wet you are down here?" He chuckled and hooked one finger around the waistband of her panties before pulling them off of her completely. "I definitely won't hurt you if you're dripping like this from just my fingers." He slowly inserted his middle finger inside of her tight walls and eagerly looked at her face as she moaned and moved her hips to take even more of his hand. "Does it hurt, honey?"

"Ah, n-no..." ____ had never felt so hot and lightheaded and FULL. There was a stretch, but it wasn't painful; if anything, she wanted to feel more and more of it. "It feels good, so good..." Heisenberg curled his finger inside of her and laughed again at how his wife cried out in pleasure, practically shoving her pelvis forward to fuck herself on his hand while her pussy clenched around him. "More, more, please! That felt even better, do it again--o-or, or put another finger inside, or your whole hand or your cock or--"

Heisenberg shushed her and slightly increased his pace as he slipped another finger inside of her. "Easy, tiger," he teased with a smile. "I'm not using my cock until you cum at LEAST once on my hand. I haven't even gotten to taste you yet!"

"But...don't you want to feel good t-too?"

Heisenberg felt his hard-on stabbing through his clothes as he rutted his hips against the mattress. He'd get some relief soon, but for now he wanted to show her just what she really meant to him. He could fill her up with his cum and fuck her silly later--right now, he wanted to make sure his perfect little wife enjoyed every single second of her wedding night the way she deserved.

This WAS a celebration of their love, after all.

#.re8 #.heisenberg #yandere re8 #yandere heisenberg #virginity kink #tw: dubcon #.myshit #.queue #fem darling

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stantler · 3 years

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Pkmn_EterGarden did this art of the player characters for my Pokemon fan project! Niko and Veronika are the protagonists of the Kanbel region. Lil bit more about them under the cut u know the drill:

Niko is a name of Greek origin meaning “people of victory.” Veronika is of the same origin and translates to “victory bringer”

“Kanbel” is a combination of “Balkan” and “Babel,” from the biblical Tower of Babel, in reference to the different languages spoken in the Balkans

Niko’s hat is based on the Šibenik cap of Croatia. The rest of his outfit is inspired by a few different articles of traditional Balkan clothing, but primarily čakšire pants, the djamadan vest, and shoes called opanci

Veronika’s outfit is based on the Romanian ie, a loose, embroidered blouse, and the same djamadan vest. The head scarf she’s wearing doesn’t have a name as far as I’m aware but is sometimes referred to as a babushka

#pokemon #fakemon #pokemon hammer and sickle

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heaveninawildflower · 5 years

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Ensemble ( Romanian, fourth quarter 19th century). Full festival costume.

Embroidered blouse and skirt, belt, head scarf and vest .

Images and text information courtesy The Met.

#costume #folk costume #19th century #Romania #textiles

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rae-does-stuff · 3 years

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Day 6; Traditional Outfits: Nyo!RomBela

Sup! This will probably be late but whatever. I suck at descriptions of anything so I apologize if I get anything messed up about Romanian and Belarusian traditional clothes. Fact: I am part Romanian though not much. Less than a fourth if that helps. For @aphrarepairweek2021

Prompt: Traditional Outfits

Pairing: Nyo!RomBela

AU: None

Human Names:

Nyo!Belarus: Nikolai "Kolya" Arlovsky (Kolya is a nickname for the name Nikolai so yeah)

Nyo!Romania: Viorica Popescu

Nyo!Lithuania: Rûta Laurinaityte

Nyo!Poland: Wanda Łukasiewicz

Nyo!Bulgaria: Adyelya Georgieva

Photos for reference:

Romanian Traditional Dress

Belarusian Traditional Outfits because I couldn't find just one alone

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Nikolai waited for Viorica to be done getting ready.

After an afternoon of prank calling Rûta (Nikolai's idea), silent calling Wanda (Nikolai's idea), stealing Adyelya's yogurt (Viorica's idea) and attempting to summon a demon (Viorica's idea); Viorica decided that she wanted to show him her traditional outfit and Nikolai could show her his.

Why she wanted to, he didn't know.

Nikolai tapped his foot, "Viorica! Hurry up!"

"In a second Kolya!"

Kolya, was a nickname for him. Only his siblings were able to use it but Nikolai, for some reason, didn't mind it when she used it.

Viorica poked her head from out the door, her dirty blonde hair covered with something called a maramă, "Are you ready for this?"

"Sure I guess."

Viorica stepped out of the room and spun around in a small circle (Nikolai vaguely remembered it being called a fotă), "So what do you think?"

Nikolai's first thought was to say that she looked beautiful and so he did, "You look beautiful."

Viorica punched him lightly in the shoulder, "You don't look too bad yourself."

Nikolai felt his ego puff up a little bit but it didn't show on his face. He picked at his partki, "Thanks."

His traditional outfit was a little less, embellished, than the traditional outfit for Belarusian women. He preferred it that way since it meant less things to fuss about.

The traditional outfit of a Belarusian man consisted of a kashulia (a shirt), partki (pants) and a belt with some designs at the hems of the festive shirt, the collar, front opening and cuffs.

Nikolai looked at the smile on Viorica's face, "Let me guess, you want to tell me about your dress."

"Damn right Kolya!"

She began her spiel, “At my house the blouse is called a lie and as you can see there is embroidery on the upper arm, the altiță, a horizontal row embroidered on the sleeve called increț, and there are diagonal stripes below the armpit and shoulder. Each lie is different based on the region your in.”

Nikolai interrupted, “Which lie are you wearing?”

Viorica paused for a minute, “I think it’s the Wallachia region?”

“You think?”

“I haven’t worn my traditional dress in a long time!”

Viorica plopped down on the couch and Nikolai sat down too.

Viorica asked abruptly, “When do you think Adyelya will realize her yogurts are gone?”

“Probably whenever she comes back to her house.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Horror movie night as we wait for our doom?”

“You had me at ‘horror movie’.”

The End

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This was rushed, sorry dudes! And late but I care less about that.

Hope you enjoyed dudes!

- Rae 💜🖤

#hetalia #anime #nyotalia #nyo!belarus #nyo!romania #rombela #nyo!rombela #aphrarepairweek2021

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someromanianstuff · 4 years

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Romanian Folk costumes from Neamt County Source

IA (IE) – the traditional blouse (aka IA or IE) is the most important piece of the traditional Romanian costume; the rich embroidery on front, back and arms of the ia tells stories about the age and social status or the life events of the person wearing the ia; initially the blouses were made of linen or hemp and later were made of cotton and then of borangic, or the Romanian silk; generally, there are 3 types of Romanian blouses: the oldest one is long ia (“ia pe de-a intregul”) and used to reach the ankles; ia with altita (ia with embroidery) and ia with strip (“ia cu platca”), a lined rectangle located over the shoulders; Poale – the white long skirt wore by women is embroided at the bottom with the same elements sewed on the IA; Catrinta – similar to a skirt, it covers the poale; gold and silver threads are used if catrinta is used only for special occasion (like a wedding, Christian holiday etc); Barneata – it’s a girdle or waistband tied above the catrinta; Bundita – it’s a vest with rich hand-made embroidery; both women and men wear it; Casanca – it’s a black head-kerchief or wrap women wear after they get married; in some villages, women wear a wrap with either floral elements or silk fringes called bariz. Opinci is the Romanian name of the footwear both women and men were wearing more than 50 years ago. They were made out of pork are cow skin. Today people were opinici only on special occasions. As you can see in the pictures below in modern days, quite often people would choose to wear the traditional costumes with leather shoes. The embroidery has floral, geometrical, zoomorphic and even anthropomorphic elements, which are generally sewed in two or three colors, depending on the geographic area where are made. The most used elements one can identify are flowers, buds, grapes, grape leaves, oak leaves, acorn, snail, flies, ram horns etc. After the II World War, sparkles and beads were added in the embroidery, especially of the folk costumes people were on special occasions.In terms of color, the embroidery was done in one color; black, red, burgundy and blue; for floral elements, other colors were added (yellow, orange, green, violet etc.). The threads were painted with colors obtained from various plants and flowers such as alder bark, walnut leaves, green walnut bark, onion peel, Crocus Vernus (both purple and orange), Perforate St John’s-Wort (Hypericum Perforatum), Origanum Vulgare, Viola Odorata etc.Opinci is the Romanian name of the footwear both women and men were wearing more than 50 years ago. They were made out of pork are cow skin. Today people were opinici only on special occasions. As you can see in the pictures below in modern days, quite often people would choose to wear the traditional costumes with leather shoes.

#romania #folk costume

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alwaysalwaysalwaysthesea · 3 years

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Embroidered Romanian blouse, early 20th century.

(source: Metropolitan Museum of Art)

#vintage fashion #romanian blouse #traditional romanian clothing

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bethshistoricaldresses · 5 years

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Ensemble, fourth quarter 19th century Romanian. Romanian folk costume has remained relatively unchanged and continues to be worn for festival occasions. The basic model for women consists of an embroidered blouse and skirt, belt, head scarf, and often a vest or jacket. As in many cultures, embroidery is placed at "vulnerable" areas of the body: the neck, cuffs, and hem, but also at the shoulders and sleeves as a symbol of strength. This example of a full festival costume is striking in the variation of blue tones and abundant embroidery. The coordination of the various components is symbolic of the pride and care given to folk traditions in Romanian culture. #history #museumcollection #antiquetextile #instamuseum #museumoninstagram #antiquesilk #historicaldress #costumehistory #fashion #historicalfashion #historicalclothing #dresshistory #fashionhistory #historicalcostume #fashionhistorian #19thcentury #19thcenturyfashion #romaniangirl #romanian #folk #folkart #folklore #folkcostume https://www.instagram.com/p/B2OKiJTAj4l/?igshid=1p3sr1r7y6e6l

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patfurstenberg · 2 years

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The Romanian Blouse, IA, its Story, History, and Symbology

The Romanian Blouse, IA, its Story, History, and Symbology #Romania #art #tradition #HistoryInArt #RomanianBlouse #Ia

The Romanian blouse, ia, is the fruitful outcome of a millennial history and rich tradition. Woven in codes. Ia, this Romanian embroidered peasant blouse also known as la blouse Roumaine, is the acclaimed symbol of the Romanian nation. Visual patterns representing an unwritten knowledge and assiduous hand crafting seep like bygone scents in our wireless world. Welcome to the Romanian blouse, ia,…

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#folkart shirt #folklore #ia #ia history through art #ia pictures #istoria iei #romanian art symbology #Romnian blouse

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fashion-sight · 6 years

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Romanian dressmakers are in big demand – thanks to Dior's embroidered folk coat - South China Morning Post

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Romanian dressmakers are in big demand – thanks to Dior's embroidered folk coat South China Morning Post “That day, I posted my first comment on Facebook, thanking the Dior fashion house for appreciating this beautiful item,” said Dorina Hanza, a 52-year-old embroiderer who cottoned on to the similarity. La Blouse Roumaine, which promotes the Romanian ...

#Dior #Fashion #Hautecouture

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officialromaniantranslatiuni · 7 years

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Vogue Paris September 1999 - Romanian traditional couture from Oltenia ("maramă" - handwoven silk (borangic) headdress, "cojoc" - hand embroidered sheepskin coat from Vădastra, "IA" - handwoven and handmade embroidered Romanian blouse, "vâlnic" - circular pleated skirt with metallic thread embroidery from Mehedinți region).

#vogue #voguemagazine #fashion #romania #traditional clothing

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aestheticschaos · 7 years

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ie aesthetic

The Universal Day of the Romanian Blouse (Ziua Iei) is celebrated in June 22-24, all around the world. The Universal Day of the Romanian Blouse has become a truly global event celebrated on six continents, 55 countries, 130 cities, and 200 events. In 2014, the movement grew exponentially, to almost 100,000 members, with an audience of millions of visitors mostly from Romania, the rest of Europe, and the United States.Last year, June 24 was officially recognized by the Mayor of Washington as the “Universal Day of the Romanian Blouse” in the US capital.

The Romanian blouse, ie by its original Romanian name, is not a simple traditional peasant blouse, but it became a symbol of Romania, with its legends, stories and deep significance.The ie (pronounced ee-eh) is a blouse, traditionally worn by Romanian girls and women. And it has overcome its traditional peasant confines, as it became an important source of inspiration for the fashion designers in Romania and abroad. High-ranking names such as Tom Ford based his 2012 collection on the Romanian traditional motifs.

The ie is entirely hand-made from a special fabric called approx. in English ‘sheer lawn’, with exquisite embroideries on the chest, back and sleeves, with designs preserved for centuries.

The signs and symbols embroidered on the Romanian blouse aren’t just random decorations, but each has its own significance, depending on the region, the seamstress, and the person who wore it. Every ie, along with the other items of the traditional folk costume, has its own story. Among the symbols embroidered on the blouse there is the tree or a tree-like design, which is the symbol of life, wisdom and rebirth.The circle or a sunflower represents the sun, day or Divinity; In the Romanian tradition, the sun was at the core of life and was often associated with God and abundance.Other motifs related to daily activities can be found ranging from one region to another: water (either as a river or as sea waves) and fish in the fishing villages along the rivers and sea coast, wheat or corn stems in agricultural villages, wheels or coin in crafting traders’ villages, and so on.At the same time, the colors on the blouse also vary according to the geographic region. Green and gold symbolize the plains, gray, red and brown for the mountains and blue for the rivers.For instance, in the past, young girls from the countryside, who were not married used to wear merry colors on their blouses, combinations of red, yellow, pink and light colors, while the dark ones- brown, black, dark green and gold were usually worn by older women, married and having a certain social statute.

#ie #romanian blouse #romania #romanian #ziua iei #ziua universala a iei #universal day of the romanian blouse #folklore #mythology #balkan #traditional #rustic #village #Aesthetic #moodboard #white #red

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