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A Rekindled Union: An Austro-Hungarian Valentine'sA Rekindled Union: An Austro-Hungarian Valentine's by mdc01957
A Rekindled Union: A Valentine's Day Tale Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.
Budapest, Republic of Hungary. 1990.
It was a particularly cold February morning, Roderich Edelstein mused as he walked along the Danube, right in the very heart of the Magyar capital. Across the ancient river, Castle Hill still stood proudly if worn down by time. A reminder of a more distant, noble age. The sight of a pile of rubble that may once have resembled Vladimir Lenin and a few partially torn Soviet slogans however snapped him back to the present.
“At least that fit of foolishness is ending,” the embodiment of Austria mumbled under his breath with a very faint hint of melancholy at the scene. Not so long ago, the thought that the Iron Curtain’s days were numbered or that the Berlin Wall would be torn down so soon seemed more like possibility than reality. Hopefully Ivan drops that Communist nonsense too, the neutral Nation added quietly, wrapping his
Through a Board Director's Eyes End: In MemoriamThrough a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.Through a Board Director's Eyes End: In Memoriam by mdc01957
Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.
Epilogue - In Memoriam
15 years ago...
Logan was part of a small expedition in yet another "undertaker" mission. The aging Austrian operative, now considered a veteran in his line of work, was put in charge as the expedition's leader. But this time though seemed different. Peculiar readings from this world, designated APH-0987-45, prompted him and his fellows to return here one more time. Officially, it's to collect whatever else could be salvaged and find if possible the source of the strange, if faint readings. Which shouldn't make damn sense, he mused while going through rubble. No one was supposed to be alive here. If anyone was left, they surely must be on their last breath by now.
They were at the fringes of what was once a small community, presumably of what was left of humanity. It was very eerie to say the least. There wasn't even a so
Through a Board Director's Eyes 4:Heir to DustThrough a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.Through a Board Director's Eyes 4:Heir to Dust by mdc01957
Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.
Chapter 4 - Heir to Dust
It had been weeks since Logan Herz returned from his last "undertaker" mission with the young boy. The aging Agent had barely been able to get much sleep, spending the past days trying to focus on the piles of data that he was able to gather from the now dead world. And on his true origins, he thought wearily while glancing about his old-fashioned, carpet-covered office. His mind, however remained on Jonatan. He knew that Catherine would take great care of the kid's health. But there's more to it than just that. Much more.
"Severe malnutrition and starvation. Severe scarring over 70% of his body. Signs of physical abuse, torture and extermination," the British woman sighed across from him as she read through her findings from a data tablet. "His genetics have altered so much from their original make up that the p
Through a Board Director's Eyes 5:Surrogate FamilyThrough a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.Through a Board Director's Eyes 5:Surrogate Family by mdc01957
Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.
Chapter 5 - Surrogate Family
On a balcony above the Sanctuary Gardens.
"So, you wish to adopt the child, Mister Herz?" The ancient dragon-esque being known as Madam Gverza, asked Logan in impeccable English. As the High Director of the Agency and his old superior back in his junior days as an Agent, she easily towered over him. Over two and a half metres tall. "I was just about to call you about this young boy you rescued some months ago. Jonatan Edelstein-Hedervary, wasn't it?"
"Ja," the Austrian nodded calmly as handed the last of the paperwork regarding to the adoption and legal guardianship over the child's well-being. "But I don't think it's a good idea to use that surname. The last thing the kid needs is to be constantly reminded of his ordeal." Or his heritage.
"The Edelstein-Hedervary name is his birthright, as much
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We'll Make It Out, Together Ch.11949, Soviet Russia
The wooden doors to the basement creaked open. A silhouette of a man trailed down the stairs. He grumbled about how "demeaning" and "embarrassing" this was.
He reached the ground with a loud huff. Finally taking in his surroundings, what he saw in front of him was an absolute amazement. A woman with long brown hair sat on the floor. The last time he had seen her, she had looked perfectly healthy. Now she looked frail and malnourished. She picked away at various items and put them back in their proper spots.
The man's red eyes filled with hope for the women to be who he suspected. "Lizzie?" His words were barely a whisper. Elizaveta – as she preferred to be called – looked up. Her greens met his reds with an equal amount of small hope.
"Gil." She breathed. For the first time in years she felt truly happy.
Gilbert gave a big grin. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He sat down beside her. He remembered where they were once more and lost his signature smil
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PM tidbits and Q and A compilation 3Some PM character related questions which were left unanswered for a while in tumblr, dA and FBROSEL-D
(We're thinking of compiling these questions to the PM/SSAF tumblr blog related character tidbits We will try to update more after we answered the rest of the questions )
>Turnabout PM cup sizes (Please include V-chan)
Lady Sol: D
Sirius A -girl: C
Sirius B -girl: D
>Does Sirius B remember his Red Giant stage?
As I've said before, the Planetary Nebula stage (the transition of Red Giant to White Dwarf Star) represent their memories fading away.
They will become 'younger' in appearance without any memory of their past. Sirius B may be seeing parts of his past ,but as of the current storyline,
Sirius A isn't telling him much.
Funny headcanon of the dayJust like the country itself, Raquel has two names.D-iversa
The official one used for official (duh) and formal stuff
and the one for the rest of the things and that everyone knows.
Mexico's full name is "Mexican United States"
Raquel's middle name is "Minerva"
Which no many people know.
She dislikes it, but still for official things she uses both.
the few ones who know would be Spain (duuh), America, France , Guatemala , Cuba
OOC: New Voiceclaimss i was watching Naruto and I just found Kushina's voices so perfect for Raquel.D-iversa
In both languages, English and Japanese ;A;
Remember Mexico's voice is supposed to be deep and warm,
something that shows her mature and nurturing personality.
yet energetic and multifacetic enough to show the diversity and contrasts in her country.
and that's Kushinas voice:
It's been a while since I did a tagTaking this from mdc01957AuFigirl
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
Pinky<insert embarrassing family nickname>
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
Took a showerReadingThinking through ideas that are stuck in my mind
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Creative thinkingFriendlyKnowing a lot of things about countries, cultures, history and politics
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
LazinessSlow into getting interestNot able to relate with some mainstream trends
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGIN:
FilipinoMalay/ChineseAncestrally...Mexican, Spanish and Italian
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
HeightsGetting lost in a very unfamiliar place, aloneAbandonment
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Black shortsA dressGlasses
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
foodinternetsomething to read
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
The BeatlesColdplay5 Seconds of Summer
SMC Rants (*spoilers ahoy*)I will have to apologize in advance - I needed a place to vent my anger.chaneljay
Though I've seen plenty of animes in my childhood, it's pretty safe to say that Sailor Moon was the very first one that I had truly loved when my maturity had gone from something that just simply wanted action (looking at you, She-Ra... my rewatch of you due to nostalgic purposes was pure agony), to something that actually appreciated stories and characters.
It may no longer be the anime that I love the most (that honor goes to YUA), but it's certainly a close second.
Because of that love, I've watched every incarnation I could get my hands on. Admittedly I have no idea where to get copies of the earlier musicals, but the recent ones are excellent. PGSM still tugs at my heartstrings - that was an incredible adaptation. And all of this is thanks to the original manga, which may not be perfect... Which does have pacing issues at times... But it somehow manages to cover some characterizations/backstories that the ori
A Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian Christmas
A Yuletide Waltz: A Christmas Tale of Nations Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.
Outskirts of Vienna, Republic of Austria. 2014.
Roderich Edelstein groaned as he finished his cup of coffee, frowning ever so slightly as he looked at his reflection in an old mirror. With his cravat, dress shirt, walking trousers and dark shoes, his appearance was one that few of his own people would even consider wearing in this day and age. Outside of formalities, at least, the embodiment of Austria nodded quietly to himself while fixing his brown hair and the protruding Mariazell.
Though if he were more frank, his thoughts were on a half-remembered dream, a snow-covered memory over 100 years old. Wistful shades of a Christmas ball from an age of Emperors and Kings now consigned to history, perhaps the last one before it all began tumbling down.
A wintry waltz, alone. With her. The Nation sighed. It seemed almost miraculous that after the War to End All Wars and i