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skweres · 2 years
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Transylvania. 
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romaniasweetromania · 3 months
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https://romaniasweetromania.com/2024/02/ziua-ursului-al-batran/
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fregolicotard · 2 months
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23.12.2023
Less than half of the way a terrible snowstorm started just as we crossed a narrow winding mountain road. The traffic slowed down to almost a stop. Nothing to do but drive on, try to stay calm and listen to "The Running Grave"
#357of365
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jordanandemily · 2 years
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Romania is a dream. Best driving road in the world Transfagarasan.
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hiddenromania · 1 month
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The Sarmizegetusa Regia
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Did you know that Romania is home to one of the oldest fortified settlements in Europe? The Sarmizegetusa Regia, located in the Carpathian Mountains, was the capital of the Dacian Kingdom and served as the residence of King Decebalus.
This ancient site, dating back to the 1st century BC, features impressive fortifications, megalithic walls, and a complex network of tunnels. Its strategic location made it a formidable stronghold against Roman invasions.
Photo by Cosmin Stefanescu via Wikimedia Commons
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romanianblr · 2 months
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maramureș, românia
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victorycollen · 8 months
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instagram: @alteralunis
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barnbridges · 5 days
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every time i hear someone be like "im eastern european" and then they never talk about their home country or culture with any sort of pride or belonging im like are you actually an american bot thanks
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gentle--man · 5 months
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📍Vârful Postăvaru 1799m
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voicelesshatred · 1 year
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Anonymous :: Would Caim or his dragon care to tell us about a cultural tradition they had in Caerleon?
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As the following answer is headcanon, please do not reblog.
“I am not ‘his dragon’,” 〖she began, bristling in outrage despite the innocent intentions of the statement. The dragon’s gaze ultimately fell upon Caim, who had smirked in a manner much too haughty. But that humor of his was brief, barely a flicker as his darkened blues shut in thought. No... remembrance. He had tried to shove the better days into the very back of his mind, locked away to collect dust and remain dead. It was an attempt constantly failed and now it was being shoved back to the forefront of his thoughts.
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A sigh inaudible as his left hand rose, fingers curled as if a vessel was in his grasp.】 “There was,” 〖the relay began,〗 “an act that his father once taught him to never perform. It was started in the time of his lost kingdom’s third king, he whom Caim was named for. Generals of Austracia, those who would cause the deaths of two of the second king’s heirs would clink their glasses of ale in celebration of such an act. Those borne of Caerleon were taught to never do such as a sign of respect for the royal family.”
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alexno12 · 2 years
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Mărișel village, Cluj
Great views, fresh air and good vibes
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nivitx · 8 months
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山の影 – The Mountain’s Shadow
春の薫 谷川洗う 山の影
Haru no kun – tanigawa arau yama no kage
The fragrance of spring – fast streams wash in the valleys the mountain’s shadow
Printemparomo – akvofluoj purigas ombron de l’monto
Parfumul ierbii – în văi, șuvoaie spală umbra muntelui
image and poem by Marian C. Ghilea
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romaniasweetromania · 3 months
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https://romaniasweetromania.com/2021/03/carl-lehmann-omul-munte/
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gretasworld · 1 year
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Arges river, a tributary of the great Danube river. The river where Dracula's first wife jumped into to kill herself according to some sources of history vault.
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hiddenromania · 2 years
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The Romanian Sphinx in Bucegi Mountains.
One of the most famous legends says that the Egyptian Sphinx was, in fact, built after the model of the one in Bucegi. Moreover, there are stories that claim that between the Sphinx in Romania and the Sphinx in Egypt there would be a time tunnel, three-dimensional or energy corridor.
Source: https://www.secretromania.com/romanian-sphinx-bucegi-mountains/
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ozzgin · 14 days
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Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons
I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.
Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere
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You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, you’d expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. “Is this your place?”, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. “One of them, yes”, he answered curtly. “It’s central”, you remarked, trying to make conversation. “Well, I didn’t know about it back then. It’s been a few decades.”
Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didn’t seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that he’s lived sorrows beyond most people’s comprehension. “How old are you?” You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. “I’m not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80s”, he concluded. “That’s not too far back, is it?” You inquired, this time more relaxed. “80 BC, I meant. You do the math.”
He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. “We’ll get you everything you need tomorrow”, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name once”, he said, embarrassed. “It’s (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.
The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."
Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.
"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."
As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.
"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"
He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.
The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.
He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.
"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."
He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.
He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.
Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.
The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.
He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.
After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.
His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.
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