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/Weo. Hospitals are hell. I am now reminded exactly why I changed this AU the way I did. Why are mun and muse merging this is bad. Welcome back for me. Maybe some replies in the future. I fell asleep today when I wanted to do them, so my apologies.

As far as I know, I owe Eden, Shower, Dark, Chained, and the Original threads to lyokowarrioryumiishiyama and Routine to thecaptivemother. Please correct me if I’m missing something.

And yes, a generic starter is in the works. Soon.\


{ snowy nights in France }

Attachment Disorder


Attachment disorder is where a child or adult is unable to form normal healthy attachments. This is usually due to detrimental early life experiences - such as neglect, abuse, separation from their parents or primary caregivers (after six months of age and before…



  • Is a form of asphyxia due to aspiration of fluid into the air passage, due to submersion in fluid or water.
  • Complete submersion is not necessary, that of mouth and nose alone for a sufficient period can cause death from drowning.
Bodies recovered from water may have:
  • died of natural causes before entering the water; while in the water
  • died from exposure and hypothermia in the water;
  • died of injuries or other unnatural cause before entering the water; after entering the water;
  • died from submersion, but not drowning; or
  • died from true drowning as a result of aspiration of water into the lungs.

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/Howdydo. Mun is in the hospital for the weekend. Please bother. It’s boring and I have WiFi and free room service.\



William stared at his feet. “I dunno. They didn’t really tell me that shit. Seemed to do just fucking fine on missions and shit. Do what you’re told. Obey orders. Keep your fucking head down.” Without intentionally meaning it, he felt hurt. Interrogated. He shoved another hand into the bag of coffee beans and munched it loudly. Not that Anthea particularly owed him any particular kindness. He just thought, well, that it would be better.

"Sure, sure." He spoke rather cockily through a rather large mouthful of the beans. Though he looked dubiously at the fried protein. White and yellow globular circles. His stomach began to feel a bit queasy.  "What… what do they taste like anyway? I mean, I might… I might not be able to actually eat that. Sugar and I have a relationship y’know.”

She grinned. “They actually don’t taste very good, at least not to me. I never really liked eggs but it’s good protein and I wanna save that meat for when we move on from here.” She copied William’s talking around the food in her mouth. Hunger and lack of any kind of polite company had taken over any need for manners. 

"It’s… kind of slimy and a little bitter, I guess." The quite hint of nerves in her friend’s voice made her pause. She swallowed and looked up from her food. At William. 

"If… It’s your own choice, but if you want, I could try to make you something with a lot of sugar in it. (Or you could help if you want to.) Some really crummy pancakes or something. There’s a half bag of flour and almost a whole pound of sugar in there. Just if you want. You’re not gonna offend me if you wanna just keep crunching on coffee beans."

The newness of it all startled him. Options. Answers. Comradery. He supposed it set him on edge in a good way, surprised at the goodness. William twirled his hand in the half empty packet of coffee before deciding to exchange the bag for a fork. “It’s not like these taste any better.” He tried to sound convincingly brazen. Bold even in the face of eggs. 

He had to smile at that one.

Still his hand trembled enough for the smallest sliver of egg to drop back to the plate. It had been quite some time since he had been able to eat solid food. Between being kept barely alive through an IV at the compound and constantly downing energy drinks after the mess at Kadic, he couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed a meal. Well, other than the coffee beans of that morning and some neon colored cereal he had managed to swipe from a hotel’s continental breakfast when they were leaving the city.Trying again, he managed to get the protein to his mouth. Anthea was right, of course. Slimy. William made a face. 

"The fuck do people eat this shit for?"

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New device allows brain to bypass spinal cord, move paralyzed limbs

For the first time ever, a paralyzed man can move his fingers and hand with his own thoughts thanks to a new device. A 23-year-old quadriplegic is the first patient to use Neurobridge, an electronic neural bypass for spinal cord injuries that reconnects the brain directly to muscles, allowing voluntary and functional control of a paralyzed limb.

Fucking Wow!