#angrily screaming at the sky about retcon

[ferrerochocobo]

Okay SO.

Pending that I have most of my oc retcon taken care of, I'll give my review on the anime briefly-

1- I want to punch Gilgamesh in the face.

Like. So hard. You don't even know. We were gyped when it came to his look in the anime versus how he looks in game. I hope he aged so fucking hard. That broom on his face is the real fashion crime and the broom did nothing wrong to deserve that. It was a murder.

2- No matter what- I think Somnus is a dick.

It doesn't excuse Ardyn's actions against an unknowing Noctis in-game, but it DOES give me fuel as a fan-fic writer to fix that. I don't think Somnus is hot, either. And him looking similar to Noctis won't stop me from stabbing him. Hard.

3- Aera is a sweet and darling character, but also a damsel like Lunafreya was.

It hurts me so much that Aera was treated like Lunafreya was. It hurts me more that she got that treatment. But I'm going to try my best in fan-fic form to give her the best friend and support she deserved before death. Furthermore, WHY THE FUCK DON'T ORACLES HAVE BETTER PROTECTION AND SECURITY? Is there some SHORTAGE OF KINGSGLAIVE OR TENEBRAE EQUIVILENT GOING AROUND?

I'm making at least Aera a stronger force than that. Someone my oc s/o for Ardyn looks to. Because if Ardyn can have Somnus roaming around in his mind, Vivian can have Aera roaming her's.

4- Tell me whatever you want- but I'm keeping Ardyn's eyes hazel. Regardless of the scourge or not.

Because blue to hazel doesn't make sense to me. Even if the eye took on that trope of rot and death and any of that- wouldn't it be lighter? It doesn't add up. That doesn't add up to me.

Have I missed anything? No? Good.

Because I have had my own writer's doubts blocking me all night with feels and worries about doing cliche writing. I have been rubbing my temples and panicking like a chicken. I lost my cell charger battery pack, too.

Oh wait. There's one more-

5- Y'all can't stop me. I'm saving Ravus.

(Credits to maty-yami for this art)

Ravus is getting saved in mine. Because killing Ravus was illogical. It had me going-

And don't tell me it was to anger Noctis. Don't tell me that when Ravus gave fuck-all about how he treated Noctis. I'm very salty about that.

6- If possible, I'm going to keep Lunafreya alive.

See that? Yeah. That right there was her in Kingsglaive. And I LOVED her outfit in it. She looked like she was ready to go to war for Insomnia. In order to do this- I'm going to have to figure out how to allow the Tidemother scene to happen. To put Luna in some critical condition where Ardyn and Noctis thinks she's dead. As MUCH as I would love to have Noctis paired with Iris- this is an opportunity to me I won't pass up. Maybe that's something I can consider, but I want to make that happy ending happy and possible. My hand was forced by what the Prolouge did. But I'm not going to let it act out of emotion. If it does, I'm going to let it fuel my passion for filling plot holes.

Bearing all that in mind? I'm tired. But I got this.

This is the most challenging plot hole fill I've ever done. As my Editor-san and @count-bassifer know, I love broken storylines. I love broken things and repairing stories for the joy of others. I'm going to TRY. And this kind of thing can only further my talent for quick plot and story repair when it comes to my own original lore.

[leoswritingcorner]

come storms or sun * prologue

i feel like i’m on a roll! but honestly i’ve had this written out for a long time now and finally got around to really write it out. now this story, even though adh has been retcon, is like the second part to lucky’s story. post-college, i wanted to look more into how her accident effected her, keeping up with her friends, her relationship with clyde, just all that good stuff.

i don’t think this will be as long as adh was, but who knows?? i always surprise myself. also i’m going by what’s on the sp timeline, sooo if anything much has changed, just gimme a heads up! 

She remembers that only hours ago, there had been sun. Blue skies stretching far, for miles and miles. But as time passed, rolling white clouds became grey, the blue sky took a green hue, and the air heavy.

It wasn’t the biggest tornado they’ve seen so far this season, but still enough to maybe place itself on the scale of an F3. It bent and twisted angrily through the country side just out of Denver. They had set off.

She remembers the way the truck shook as the tornado took a turn none of them could have seen coming. The team shouting over their shared radio frequency, she remembers her partner gripping onto her arm as the truck suddenly lifted from the road. She remembers praying, crying, screaming.

Metal and earth collide. Glass shatters and the wind keeps howling mercilessly. That’s the last she remembers, as it all goes dark.

*

Eudora Day is extremely careful as she lays by Lucky’s side. Her small hand clenching the pale white hospital gown Lucky wore. From beside the bed, Gemma watches her daughters carefully. Her eyes puffy and red from hours of crying. It had only been three days since they found out about the accident, and it has been two days since Lucky woke up.

“Careful, Dora.” Gemma warns gently. “Sassy is still hurtin’”

Dora peeks up tearfully to her older sister. Lucky’s eyes watch her, a small and weak smile on her lips. “Shh. I’m okay now, Dory.” She whispers. Dora hiccups, crying again as she hid her face against Lucky’s arm.

Lucky closes her eyes, breathing slowly. Her ribs still hurt, thankfully none broken. “Momma, where’s Daddy and Verg?” She asks in a hoarse voice. Gemma leans down, brushing away the curls that stuck to her cheeks.

“Out getting’ lunch.” Gemma replies. “You were complain’ all yesterday about hospital food. Your daddy figured you’re ready for some real food if ya can whine that much.” She says with a watery laugh, tears slipping from her eyes. Lucky chuckles and winces. “Chicken soup.” Gemma adds.

“Oh, good.” Lucky sighs. “Momma…I-I have to call…” She starts, her voice trailing off.

Gemma shakes her head. “I already did. Your girls are on their way, Vivi should be here in an hour or so.”

Lucky can feel Dora’s tears against her skin, she moves her good arm to hold her hand. “I’m okay, Dory. I promise.”

Outside, there’s dark clouds and thunder rumbles lowly in the distance. Lucky never thought in all her life, that she would feel dread at the very sound that once sent inspiration and curiosity through her. She turns her head away from the window, closing her eyes.

“I promise.”