My legs are weak. There are tears in my eyes. I hope Chapter 4 is out soon. You’re writing is so good and the story is so well written…. I’m speechless. Actually..
I’m not being dramatic when I say I’d pay good money if it goes to a fund that makes it to where the universe doesn’t make us writers go through that “We wanna write but…. Do we?” Phase and it causes fics to sit unupdated for over a month LMAO
Words do not describe my love for your Lucemond. That hug at the end? I knew that shit felt fucking great
aw tysm!! 💕 i'm glad people have liked the new chapter, i'm hoping the next update will be up later this month :)
SO much relief in that hug. after weeks-long separation, and nixing communication halfway through that >:) they have a LOT to talk about
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Funny that I say something like ‘to overshare or not overshare’ when I’m going to anyway. Pfft.
So, hell, why not. Rambling MGS4 thoughts below. Though I won’t be using my standard MGS tags, since I want to keep it out of the main tags. This is all mainly nonsense anyway, but I want to eventually put them out there b/c I want to replay this again and Idk. You guys know how allergic I am to shutting up.
TW: Medical, Death, Abuse, SA Mention (Non-Descriptive)
I finished MGS4 in a haze, crying hysterically and bothered to a point I couldn’t even lay my finger on. For a while I let it sit and just didn’t know what, exactly, had bothered me so much.
As the game went on, I noticed vaguely somewhere around maybe the half way mark this was bugging me, but I chalked it up to the sad nature of the game itself, and left it at that. I have no issue with the themes within the game, and you all know how much I embrace bothersome or disturbing content. And if you don’t, well. Now you do. I’m not shy about liking morally questionable content, nor disturbing content.
In any case-that wasn’t the issue.
No, the issue was Snake’s aging. Or, more specifically, the way the game presented it. Of all things.
But-eh, hear me out.
When I was a teenager, my life was hectic. I worked to help my mum pay the bills, but had to quit after an SA that I was blamed for (I was sixteen, and the victim, but I’d apparently asked for it. Whatever, fuck cops anyway). My grandfather was slowly dying from terminal illness, and time not spent at school or helping my mum was taking care of him. He had a variety of illnesses, but one of them, COPD, had him suffering violent coughing fits that he’d black out from. When he used to sit up, he’d cough himself unconscious, and sometimes end up on the floor. I’d call ambulances those days; I wasn’t able to lift him. I knew how to distribute his meds, his masks. All that stuff. I’d be woken up from a dead sleep to him calling my name, or coughing so loud I knew he needed the meds now. Fill the mask, do the tubes, fix the oxygen tank levels. I was very sleep deprived for most of my High School years.
(Only to go to class the next day and have my friends nag me about my slipping grades, askdnsajk) anyway.
I was pretty close to my grandpa. My dads, well anyway. Not worth discussing rn. My grandmother, his wife, died when I was 14. I was raised by my mum and my grandparents. My grandfather wasn’t even that old during all this-early 60′s, and everyday I just watched him slowly fading away, unable to do ANYTHING to stop the inevitable as he had another coughing fit, another shake, etc.
In any case, he passed when I was 19, and time has it’s natural way of having things get pushed aside, I went through even more upheaval in my early 20′s that lead to a serious mental breakdown around 25-26 that had me admitted to a psyche ward. Eventually I was diagnosed with Persistent Depressive Disorder, Psychosis and PTSD,
Things changed, I got my mental health under control, and life carries on.
And then I played MGS4 this year.
It’s funny, things I’d forgotten all about just crashing to the surface, seeing reflections through a screen like that. How my brain was ticking through watching Snake smoke through his violent coughing fits (Something my grandfather did up until one of his hospitalizations FINALLY got him to quit). The general helplessness Hal has, because there’s NOTHING you can do. Hell these days *I’m* chronically ill but not..terminally ill. I think they did much of Snake’s ageing and decline well, I guess for my brain? Too well.
S’funny, and maybe even kinda dumb. Stuff you don’t even think bothers you anymore, just sort of. Comes too a head.
It’s not like this post has a point. I am capable of controlling my own media intake. And there’s a large part of me that even wants to replay it! I just think it’s..strange how brains work. And how the most random things can be so big when they reflect your life in the most..disconnected and bizarre way.
Or something. Maybe I just wanted this out in the open cos that’s how I function (though some of my friends had heard this before from me).
Brains are weird. Life’s weird. But hey.
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