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silly little story that was in my drafts that I just posted un edited and with Midoriya’s name spelt like midoryia for most of it

I realise now why I don't like reading first person POV fanfics.

Nobody ever writes them correctly. Instead of writing with the personality of the character, the character ends up sounding so detached from the events. It's like they're the faceless narrator recording the events and then jump in to interact when it's their turn to talk.

Just saw someone try to write Danny in the first person POV. The writing was fine, but the POV wasn't POVing.

Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is an excellent example of a successful first person POV.

I remember reading the book for the first time at 13. I've never read a book with a first person POV until then and for a while I wrote a lot of my stories with that POV.

I suck at writing first person POV these days. Unfortunately knowing why I suck doesn't help me suck any less 🥲

Everything Wrong With She-Hulk

When female bodybuilders gain muscle, their chest is more muscle than their breast. So factually, she-hulk wouldn't have a large chest. She would have a small one and would be just as ripped as the Hulk. She-hulk should also have the same length of hair that she had before transforming. It's not even explained as to why it's longer, they just added that for sex appeal. Also, if they did make her realistically ripped. They should hire an actual female bodybuilder, don't make CGI abs.

Example image below:

Now here is an image of She-Hulk:

You see how the chest area is much larger, and the body is hourglass-shaped? Look back up at the realistic one, then look at She-Hulk. Notice a few changes? That's because the creators are sexist(+stereotypical) and decided that she must have a “perfect” hourglass figure, with a big chest and "sexy hair". Even if none of it makes sense or can be explained, the Hulk didn't MAGICALLY get huge tits-

Wait. No, he did, nevermind, that doesn't count they are man tiddies. When it comes to male bodybuilding, they actually gain pectoral muscles. It's quite a fascinating subject, women lose breast muscle in place of the muscle they gained. Making their chest smaller, however, when it comes to men. They gain pectoral muscle, giving them man tiddies. As shown in the image below:

After looking at that, check out the Hulk:

IT’S REALISTIC!! THEY GAVE HIM THE MAN TIDDIES!! Hulk should be the one with the large chest, while She-Hulk would have slim to none in comparison. 

When it comes to the love interest, that plotline plot should have been dropped altogether, or at the very least, briefly mentioned over the episodes. Like, subtle things here and there, such as mentioning a date but not going into heavy detail about it, having a guy in her contacts with hearts on the contact name, etc. But the way that they did it is horrible writing if your story can't survive if a single plotline is removed. Then it isn't ready, it needs to be fleshed out far more before it is ready for public viewership. 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I will probably rant more about this in the future. Until then, we cherish the Hulk’s realistically massive man tiddies. 

@oopsprompts

You’ll understand when you’re older.

I am twice your age.

Life is a fickle thing.

One day, you’re a ten-year-old boy, playing in a park. It’s near dark, sure. You shouldn’t be there, sure. But your house is across the street, and anyone could hear you shout. Playing on rusted swings and waiting for the call from your mother to come home and have dinner, bathe, and head to bed.

But destiny, it seems, has other plans for you. Destiny, it seems, plans for the man… no, the creature… dressed in black and hiding its face to attack you. To rip open your throat and drink deep of your blood and leave your body – little more than a lifeless corpse – behind for your mother to find not long later.

Without a chance to scream, or cry, or do little more than gasp as you die.

But destiny is not finished with you; for within your fragile husk of a form a few drops of blood remain, and your heart beats still. Weak, but enough to allow a strange change to occur. The change, of course, kills you first, so as when you’re found, your ears are death to your mother’s screams, to the ambulance, to the morgue. A closed-casket funeral in a funeral home barely worth remembering.

Indeed, your body sleeps for a long while, before the curse goes to work, knitting flesh and repairing bone. Within time, you awaken, coughing up the dust that had settled into your lungs, opening your eyes in the dark, six feet underground. Screaming and crying, beating your way into the lid of your coffin until it breaks with your unholy strength.

Crawling your way through the dirt, until you find yourself in the darkened night, a ghoulish sight. A gravedigger spots you on your way, runs over to you, trying to assess the situation. His death is quick and decisive, his neck broken and his blood drained as you come to terms with the situation.

Leaving his corpse behind, you flee into the night. For thirty years, you hide from your former life, learning as you go, learning to drink as you need to survive, and finding kinship with small clans – groups of interrelated vampires who have learned to survive on the bare minimum in the modern world.

I survive.

I watched. I watched as my mother and father came to terms with their grief; indeed their love perhaps kept them both sane. Ten years later, they have another child, a daughter this time. For nineteen years I watched, kept an eye on my sister, first out of jealousy, but soon for a sense of the life I could have had. From a distance I watched as she played in the same parks, this time with my father nearby at nearly all times. I watched as she went to school, all the way from elementary to high school.

She was nineteen, and I watched from the shadows as something from a nightmare I once had returned.

She was walking alone at night, from the community college she had been going to – an easy way to save money that she could use when transferring later on. I saw it then – a creature whose form seemed a distant memory. I was a distance off, shrouded from view with both shadow and a mild illusion.

The creature to whom I owed my existence.

I had learned in my time, of the different types of vampires.

The wandering clans of vampires were the most common – survival works best in groups, after all. They fed as necessary, typically, and murdered rarely if at all. Their desire for blood was tempered with a sentiment that could probably be called humanity.

Then there are the sedentary vampires – usually loners, and in big cities, these creatures feed as sparingly as possible – but are more often killers.

Then, there are those who vampires call ghouls. They are vampires who murder with each feeding, who travel from place to place and kill as they please. Though one only needs a couple pints of blood every couple of weeks to keep going, these creatures feast and over time, become more bestial. Their fangs – which every vampire possesses, one of the few actually true legends – become elongated and larger, their other teeth fall out and are replaced with pointed hooks. Their skin becomes more and more pallid, and hair begins to fall out. They regenerate health at a rate that makes death through typical injury next to impossible, but their weaknesses are more pronounced as well.

An average vampire can go out in sunlight, but it causes weakness with overexposure, akin to heatstroke but can only be cured with blood. One who goes out for eight hours a day, sometimes called Lifers, would have to drink a pint of blood every couple of days to maintain their charade of normalcy. Lifers are notorious for turning into ghouls, because of their tendency to overfeed.

A ghoul cannot go out in sunlight for more than a couple minutes without their cells degrading and the resultant failings resulting in death.

An average vampire is capable of entering the dwellings of whomever they please – they aren’t bound by the superstitions of men, and do not require invitations.

Ghouls were cursed in ancient days to never be able to enter a home without an invitation. To do so results in madness and death.

Vampires can use their limited magical abilities to remove recent memories from the mind of a mortal, knock them unconscious, and even heal wounds to a limited degree. Making one go unnoticed by mortals took little will.

Ghouls’ magical abilities bleed from them like a noxious gas. Mortals in their presence are often paralyzed with fear.

This was clearly a ghoul, and a familiar one at that. After the initial trauma of the transformation, I had done my research. I found others like me, learned the basics of my abilities, and learned self-control. But I sought my sire – for knowledge or revenge, I had known naught. I found his trail – of a sort – after almost a half-decade.

Called by some tabloids as ‘New Jack’ – for his brutal methods of murder – he went randomly across the US killing as he pleased. I was among his casualties. I regretted my first kill – but I learned to live with it. But Jack exulted in his murders. He wandered far and wide in his kills, far enough that few even believed his existence.

But here he was.

I watched him stalking my sister, at a safe distance of almost a block and a half. But he was nearby, and I knew a vampire with his abilities would be able to cross that distance in less than a second.

I watched, as she was listening to music on her phone. I don’t think she had noticed. Then, he stopped. He lifted his head and sniffed the air like a hound. He did this for a few seconds, then darted out of sight. I couldn’t see him, so I kept an eye on my sister until she had gotten a distance away. I was about to follow at length, when I heard the guttural growl in my ear.

“Hail, kinsman…” I felt my heart stop – or rather, the illusion of it stopping in terror, because it hadn’t beaten in nearly two decades. I turned quickly, trying to bring my arm down into his neck, sever his throat quickly. Maybe it would have been enough to get away.

He caught my arm in a crossblock near-instantly, and I heard a repetitive growling noise. He was laughing. “Well met, child. It has been too long since I have had the thrill of meeting another of my kind.”

He paused for a second, “I think they try to avoid me! It’s rather disappointing, to be frank.”

He sniffed closely at me. Though I was immune to whatever magical effects the ghoul possessed, I was still paralyzed in fear. I could barely move into an almost defensive stance.

“You smell… familiar. Have we met before?”

I was at a loss for words. Perhaps it should have occurred to me that even if my life had been so thoroughly altered by his presence, he may not even be aware I existed. He had, by my count, almost four hundred kills, perhaps more, in the past two decades.

“Or perhaps I met your sire? Tell me boy, who made you? Was it a clan? Or perhaps a wanderer – or maybe a ghoul like me?”

“I – I don’t-“ I was stuttering, trying for an answer that wouldn’t reek of suspicion, but was coming up blank.

“Ah, well. What does it matter?” The ghoul chuckled. “What were you doing here, stalking my prey, boy? Or perhaps this one is yours?”

“She’s….” I composed myself. If he didn’t recognize me, this could very well be an excellent opportunity. “Yes, she’s mine. I’ve been hunting her for a long while now, and I don’t take very well to ghouls attempting to horn in on my targets.”

The ghoul raised his hands in front of his torso as if in surrender. His hands were weatherworn and long-fingernailed. “I meant no offense, child. After all, one such as I can understand and enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and know what it’s like to lose your prey to another.”

He lowered one hand and closed the other, save for the pointer finger. “But if I may… suggest a mutually beneficial decision?”

I decided to raise an eyebrow as if in skepticism. It’d work better than outright hostility. I knew it was only by chance he hadn’t already killed me. “Go on.”

“I am… hamstrung… it seems, by my state. I cannot follow her, though together, we could lure her out and feed together. After all, your vengeance would normally put you at risk of becoming like me, and we couldn’t have that. So if you draw her out, you could drink your fill, and I’ll finish the job. We both have our prey, and we both leave in peace, never to see one another again. I’ll avoid this city, for I know it is your… territory.”

My mind was racing. If I took his offer, my odds of being able to protect my sister were greater, than if I said no, and he killed me as well. But all the same there were little odds of being able to put him down without her death. And that was truly unacceptable. My family had already lost one member to this monster. I wouldn’t let them lose another, even at the cost of my own life.

“By all means, I can wait. I’ll give you two days to decide, but after that I expect an answer. After all, I can wait to feed, but an ally… those take time to make. You can find me at night in the old railcar. Don’t disappoint me.”

And with that, he was gone.

Looking around for any sign of him, I turned quickly and then fell into a kneeling position. I was hyperventilating, an odd vestige of a mortal habit, as I didn’t normally breathe.

I had very few options. So I had to decide.

My odds were slim, of being able to defeat Jack, at least not without help. The wandering clans wouldn’t help me, even if they were near enough to get within two days. While killing a ghoul is permitted, direct interference was bad form, especially if he hadn’t broken one of their laws. Speaking of magical laws, there are a couple I should probably make you aware of.

Rule the first:

No mortal can know of a magical creature, be they fae, undead, or construct. To do so is to break the veil, and is punishable by death.

Rule the second:

While mortal death is permitted, slaying another immortal outside of your niche – a fancy term for species, or specifically clan, if you are a vampire or werewolf – is punishable by death.

The second rule wasn’t much of an issue, but the first… there were only a couple was around it.

-

The next day, I dressed in a grey hoodie and sunglasses, simple garb meant to disguise my appearance and protect me – somewhat – from the sun as I followed my sister into the city. She had the day off, and was stopping in where she worked to pick up her paycheck. I had her schedule memorized, and had no intention of letting her slip away.

I followed her, listening carefully to her conversation with her friend on the phone. She was discussing a soon-to-be arriving movie. Something to do with scifi. I don’t particularly know. When she had hung up, and was in a secluded enough part of town, I swept up close to her and dropped my illusion – she would be able to notice me. I moved faster than the human eye could process to be a few feet in front of her and facing her. She stopped suddenly, as one would, I suppose, if another were to appear in front of you, and began to speak. “Are you lost, kid? Where are your parents-“

I lowered my hood and took off the cheap plastic sunglasses I was wearing underneath. I looked up at her. She gasped a little.

Though I figured my parents didn’t talk much about it, I had figured she’d known who I was. Maybe seen a few pictures of me, and had asked my parents. I had even broken into their house a couple times to see what changes they had made. For a while, they hid my existence, but eventually, they displayed my pictures openly. They had learned to cope in a way that didn’t require blocking me out. I suppose that meant I was truly dead to them.

I put a finger to my lips as if to gesture silence, but then I layered my voice with magic and said a single word. “Sleep.”

She fell unconscious and I caught her before she hit the ground. Moving quickly, I took her to a nearby place where I’d often hidden. A darkened, abandoned motel. I had figured a way in long ago, and continued to be a very capable lockpicker. Laying her on a sofa that I had once-upon-a-time rescued from a curb, I waited for her to awaken.

I lit some candles, trying to be considerate of her mortal senses. After all, most weren’t as acute as mine.

My plan was simple – I would explain the situation, that a ghoul was hunting after her and that I could only beat him with her help, or rather, her cooperation – and there was only one way I could do that.

My only option was to make her a member of the vampire race – of a sort. While the only way to become a vampire was much the same as mine – drink blood until the target is near death, and let the transformation take hold. The creation of thralls, on the other hand, was something of a different sort. Feeding a target a few drops of your blood ushers in a different transformation – making the target bonded to you, and making it so that you can ‘break the veil’ as it were.

I watched her as she slept. It was strange, but as a creature that didn’t really require sleep, save for maybe the occasional hibernation of sorts, it was cathartic. She looked like mother, dirty blonde hair, similar facial features. I looked more like father, but I was young. My hair was darker, a brown.

After a few hours, she finally stirred.

She stirred slowly, stretched, and raised herself into an upright position. She yawned, then looked around. “Where am I-?”

She looked over and saw me, sitting across from her. “So… I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation.”

She got up and started backing away from me.

“Amelie, please, let me explain.”

“No, you’re – Richard – you’re supposed to be dead – how do you look exactly like when – I saw the pictures – I even tracked down the paper with your obituary. How are you here? Are you a… ghost?”

She almost whispered the last word as if it was the weirdest idea.

“No, I’m not a ghost. For a start, they’re kind of a bunch of assholes.”

“But you’re not… you’re not?”

“I haven’t been alive since June fourth, 1987. It’s true, I am undead.”

She seemed confused by this.

“I’m a vampire, Amelie.”

“What? But that’s impossible. Vampires don’t exist.”

“Yes, well, you were the one who was willing to assume I was a ghost. So, please, keep up and treat all breaks in reality equally.”

“So are you… gonna kill me?”

She was whispering the last bit, and I shook my head in response.

“Actually, quite the opposite. I’m but to go into details, I’m going to need you do something that you aren’t going to really like, but believe me, it’s necessary.”

I bit into my own wrist and offered it to her. She stared blankly. I shook my wrist. “Drink, girl.”

“But, won’t I become a vampire?”

“For g-“ I cough a little bit, being incapable of saying any variation on the name of… well… whatever it is,” ‘s sake, if it were that easy, I’d be dead instead right about now. Once you drink the blood, you’re going to be a part of my world, it’s true, but you’ll still age. You’ll still be able to live your life. Trust me when I say it’s better than the alternative.”

She looked into my eyes. We had the same eyes, I now realized. “If you’re lying to me, kid, and I turn into a vampire, I’m going to use whatever superpowers I get to tear you a new asshole.”

“Yes, well, if I were lying, I’d admit I’d deserve it.”

She leaned over and put her lips to the wound on my wrist and drank a couple drops. I willed the wound shut.

Wiping her lips, she looked back at me and began – “So what happens n-ah!”

She stopped gripping her head. I suppose it hurts, to have your world change like that. The transformation isn’t as extreme as one of a vampire, but she was changing. Her senses a little more acute. Her mind a little sharper.

It only took about a half an hour before she was done gripping her head and crying, which I do feel guilty for, but it was the only way to keep her alive, I told myself. When she awoke again, she ran over to the empty kitchen area, with a sink and a mirror. Looking at her reflection, she opened her mouth and looked at her teeth.

“For the love of…” I stopped, looked up, and then looked back at my sister, “Amelie, what on earth are you doing?”

“Checking for fangs, asshole.”

“I told you that I wouldn’t turn you into a vampire!”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell me that it would hurt like a bitch, whatever you did!”

“We didn’t have time.”

She turned back to me, apparently satisfied. “So, why did you do this now? You know my name, so I guess you’ve been following me for a while.”

“Well, yes and no…”

“Bullshit.”

I stopped and looked at her. She had pulled out a pack of gum and was unwrapping a piece.

“What – what do you mean?”

“You do the same thing my – our dad does, when he lies, I mean. You both look off into the middle-distance and fidget your hands.”

“Well… um… I,” this was awkward.

“Well, apart from you stalking us, what else have you done with your time? What’s being a vampire like, I guess?”

I shrugged. “It kinda sucks, but then again, I was only like ten when I was turned, so…”

“You don’t really look ten. I mean, sure, you look pretty close to the photos, but you’ve definitely aged a bit. You look… maybe thirteen?”

I laughed a little. “Oh, thank god, I look like I’m on the cusp of puberty. That’s a relief.”

“Vampires do age slowly until they look somewhere between late twenties, early thirties. But judging by this rate, I’m going to look like I need an adult until I’m in my eighties. Great. Just fucking great.”

“Hey, watch your fucking mouth, you little shit.”

“I’m the older brother, I should be lecturing you, little shit.”

“Yeah, well, who’s the one who’s actually been to high school?”

“Low blow.”

She continued chewing her gum and shrugged.

“All’s fair in war.”

She came back to the couch and sat down. “So, why’d you do all this? I’m guessing you had your own little weird non-interference policy until now.”

“Well, it’s the person who… who killed me. He’s back. And I need your help to kill him.”

“Why my help?”

“Well… it’s kind of because he’s after you now.”

She bolted upright. “Wait, what the fuck? Why is he after me? Is it something you did?”

I thought for a second. Maybe he had misunderstood why I was following her in the first right, and thought it would be fun to interfere.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, well, this is great. I have finals in a couple weeks, you know. I can’t just go around killing all my little –“

“- older,” I chimed in

“-brother’s enemies.”

At this juncture, her phone began to ring. She drew it from her jacket pocket and looked at the ID. I got a glimpse. It was David.

“Now isn’t the time to answer calls from your boyfr-“

She had already answered the phone. “Oh, hi, Davy. How’s it going?”

I could hear the other end too, but I blocked it out for the sake of her privacy.

I waited out the remainder of their conversation, listening to them talk about going to a movie on the weekend, you know, typical couple-ish stuff. Needless to say, I was sickened. After she hung up, I began again.

“Yeesh, what was that about?”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” She winked knowingly.

“I am literally twice your age.”

“Well, all’s the same. No more interruptions.”

“I’m going to need your help to take out Jack –“

“Jack’s the one after me?”

“Well, I’ve taken to calling him Jack. He’s a ghoul, kind of like a vampire serial killer.”

“So what’s his actual name?”

“Well, I don’t know. None of the clans I’ve talked to know who he is.”

“Clans?”

“Wandering vampire families. If I could’ve gotten one of them to help, I wouldn’t have dragged you into all this. But anyway, the problem is that Jack is… well… not going to be easy to kill.”

“Well, how can you kill a vampire? Stakes?”

“Well, shoving a piece of wood would definitely hurt, but ghouls are made of stronger stuff. We’d need a couple things. A silver dagger consecrated by a priest, a holy book once owned by a saint, and probably enough ashwood stakes to shish-kebab a small army.”

“Okay, where do we get that?”

“Meet me at 1211 Harker street tonight. I don’t think that Jack is following me, but if he is, we shouldn’t stay together long.”

“1211 Harker street… isn’t that the one place belonging to that crazy old lady?”

“Well, she’s actually a nature spirit, a member of the fae. Kind of lucky to have her around, really.”

“Any other surprising revelations for me?”

“Yeah, the president is a moleperson.”

“What? Really?”

“No, I just don’t like him.”

Gah help I wrote shitty protest poetry

I don’t know how much longer I’ve got

Life has fucked us over a lot

 It may be a minute, it may be a millennium

All we’ve got left is alcohol and bottles of valium

 And the feeling we’re wasting away

Nothing left to do but decay

We’ve got something to do, something to say

Everything to lose, no reason to stay

 We may speak like we know a lot

But in the end we know our wit’s all we’ve got

 We fight for our future, with all that we’ve got

We fight our future, because like it or not

 We haven’t got much time and we haven’t got much money

We haven’t got much food and we don’t think that’s funny

 We laugh away our lives to hide the pain

We live and we die, afraid to fade

Away into the nothingness or the afterlife

We use what we have left as a way to fight

 We may get some shit wrong, it’s inevitable

Since birth we’ve been told we’re inimitable

 But the world we live in tells us otherwise

Rich waging war while we slowly die

Dying takes forever for those afraid to die

I don’t care enough anymore to continue to lie

Pretend I have plans for a future so bright

When all that’s ahead is fire and knives

Gunpowder, teargas and broken minds

 As we watch on the news as people like us die

When people who raised us tell us not to fight

 To give up is a quiet death;

To fight for our future

When it’s a hopeless mess

 They say I’m a pessimist but maybe I see

Something more than apathy

 I look at people my age and see something inside

Something worth living for, for something to die

 Fight for that future ‘til my final breath

Because I’ll be damned if I have a quiet death.

So i've barely paid attention to miraculous ladybug for years since that series is unsavable atp. But recently i've seen the fandom (mostly on tiktok) have some kind of come back because of an episode of season six where (as far as i know) Marinette showing her usual insanity harassed an athlete because she was jealous and turns out this athlete girl has a prothesis and thanks to Marinette this prothesis was destroyed.

And i'm not here to talk about how gross it is to write something like that, i mean i believe anyone with an ounce of literacy can understand this.

What i'm going to talk about is the fact that i saw people being like "Oh i cant defend her after this" because-

Where you able to defend her before????

We're talking about Marinette the girl that learned this boy's whole schedule and knows where he is 24/7, we're talking about Marinette the girl that upon entering his room she SNIFFED HIS PILLOW, we're talking about the girl that went through a trash can to get a note he threw in there.

And people were still able to defend her????

"Oh but what about her trauma?" You mean that plot hole creator episode that solely exist to treat Marinette as the eternal victim? Yeah i'm not taking that in account.

Marinette has always been like this, she has always had a stalker personality the only reason why there was a perception of her being a decent character is because the own series always treats her behavior as just a "girl being a girl and having a cute crush!" No matter how utterly gross her actions were.

But then again i mostly saw this on tiktok and we all know the literacy levels there are in a low.

Lets go with Part 3 of The Resume of The Beniko Order in The Sith Resurgence!

In part 2, i talked about both Aliana's Grandmother and Mother, but now lets talk about Aliana. How she became what she is in the fic? Well, lets say that Lily have a very different vision on how "Fixing" bad movies should go.

1-The Mother Killer

Last post i told about Tahleea working as a Slave Trafficker to have money and take care of her daughter. According to an old post of Lily, this was because Republic Money dont have value on Outer Rim (Because Prequels said so and somehow it remains the same in Sequels timeline), so she would need Hutt Money for living. But the consequences of doing so made her getting to do extreme things for her daughter. While doing these extreme things, however, she managed to have time to raise and love her daughter. When she noticed Aliana was Force Sensitive, she decided to train her to become a Sith, wich was sucessful because of Aliana being literally born on the Dark Side of The Force, a thing that came from Legends. During this training moment, Tahleea also trained teen Darth Talon, but this is a plot hole that never got fixed.

The moment where everything changed in Aliana's life was in her 14th birthday, where after leaving a job she asked her Mother to train closer to the Core, as they already had visited all worlds of Outer Rim. And because it was her birthday, Tahleea decided to do it. They went to the Corellian System, to train and explore. Ironically in this fic universe, Luke Jedi Academy was working around, and Luke Skywalker felt their presences, deciding to check-in.

And after seeing their Red Lightsabers, he knew they were Sith, so he attacked them without thinking twice.

Luke Skywalker however was not alone. No, he was with his Padawan Ben Solo, wich fought Aliana while Luke fought Tahleea.

The thing now about Luke in this fic is Lily claims Luke is not a good fighter neither a good lightsaber fighter, so Tahleea was better than him at everything, specially because both the fic and the wikia sells Tahleea as being the most powerful Sith Lord in Sequel Era. The fight however was not fair because she noticed that Ben was surprisingly strong for its age and extremely violent, also taller than Aliana, so even if Aliana was a better fighter he got the advantage in this. In fact, Ben was the main reason of Tahleea death because at some point in the fight Tahleea threw her lightsaber towards Ben to stop the fatal blow he was about to give to Aliana, and got herself disarmed and distracted, giving enough time to Luke just behead her swiftly.

After seeing this, Aliana screams in despair and gets hit in the shoulder by Ben lightsaber, falling down in the cliff they were fighting. She wakes up later, seeing that not only Luke took her mother lightsaber but he also burned her body in a cerimonial jedi pyre, leaving the planet afterwards. After seeing this, Aliana swears revenge on the Jedi and Luke Skywalker, and that is the moment according to the fic she gets her Sith Eyes.

2-Wandering 10 Years in the Space

After losing her mother, Aliana found her ship intact and met her family Droid 2V-R8, an Old Republic droid that is not only a 3000 years droid that still works after this long time but he also is the equivalent of Alfred to her.

But also, he is her Great Great Grandparent, as one of the members of the Beniko family, Darth Mecani, actually married him, but he never talked about it to any of them.

Living with 2V made her life after losing her mother slightly easier as Aliana, even being extremely good at anything related to the Sith, The Force and the history of the galaxy, was actually extremely bad at using machines, specially piloting her own ship. 2V did most of the job by taking control of machines around her, while Aliana somehow learned how to use the Force to give a boost to the Ship actual speed and resistance, making everytime she pilots her ship a cheat as she is not actually piloting it but using the Force to move it. But Aliana had to learn it alone.

After Tahleea death, Aliana spent 10 years around the Galaxy, mainly the Outer Rim as the New Republic influence was extremely weak in that region. However she did not hid herself from the galaxy but became a notorious figure to the point everyone knew her as a "Sith more cold blooded than Darth Vader", like Talon once compared her in the fic. Mostly of these 10 years are not revealed by Lily, but she said that she had 2 main Jobs during her lifetime: One being a Guard for the Zitta Bordello, an all female brothel, and the other one is working to her mother old boss Niima the Hutt, not as a slave trader anymore but on a mix of mercenary, smuggler and Bounty Hunter. However, this become a plot hole later mainly because of another part of Aliana life in these 10 years.

The part she becomes a hero somehow.

3-Hero of the Outer Rim... How?

Basically one of the biggest moments in the entire fanfic is when Aliana calls out a giant fleet to help the Resistance, claiming all members of the fleet come from planets she saved from opression and that they all decided to follow her. But not only this scene was made to disown Lando Calrissian from the history it was also made to show that Aliana was "Better at unifying the galaxy than everyone else".

But how she managed to do it?

Its implied in the timeline she made that not only she was by herself most of the time (Considering she got herself 71 booty calls during this said time), the first 4 years of her life were working with the Zitta Bordello and the other 6 years were doing lots of random stuff while working from the hutts. Lets also not forget that in 6 years she managed to become enemy of the hutts and free dozens of planets by herself while self-training and learning all by herself lots of random shit. Also she finished Talon training...

And they fucked at some point too but its ok, its Aliana, right?

Well, the fucking part may have some serious complications, mainly because of another controversy.

The SILK CONTROVERSY

4-Silk or Aliana? tw: Prostitution, Teenage Grooming mention

Silk is a character that its mentioned in the Sith Resurgence wikia, who apparently was a girl from Zitta Bordello known as to be one of the most popular girls who worked on there. But unfortunally, she disappeared, and even when Aliana Empire rose to power, she was unwilling to know about her whereabouts.

This however just wakes up more doubts specially about one thing: Silk disappeared around the same time Aliana entered in the fic timeline. This mistery also grows more in the beginning of "Scent of Engine Oil", a currently deleted and incomplete spin-off of Sith Resurgence made by Lily where in the beginning of the fic Rey recalld People on Zita Bordello calling Aliana by the name Silk, and Aliana avoiding these People by claiming she is not her. Rey dont care about this, as she doesnt wanna pressure Aliana into revealing secrets of her past, and the chapter goes onward. However, we must remember one thing.

Aliana worked in the Zita Bordello as a bouncer around her teen years. And Silk was a very required member of it. As Lily never really specified anything, we can only assume one thing...

Besides being a Bouncer, Aliana was a young sex worker.

That could explain outside of the main fic reasons why Aliana developed Depression and decided to take the drastic decision that would change her life forever.

It all started with the Sun.

5-ALIANA ALMOST THROWS HERSELF IN THE FUCKING SUN.

Around Aliana 24 years, her depression became worse, mixed with some undiagnosed health issues like autism and adhd. And because the New Republic, wich in this fic is represented as a greedy capitalism gouvernment like USA, keeps meds difficult to buy, Aliana is not fine. Her issues keeps getting worse, to the point People around the galaxy knows her as a very evil person, to the point that looking at her in a way she didnt like could cost your life. Besides, Aliana also got bad meetings with other Jedi Beside Luke, because in this fic Luke Jedi Academy managed to generate some Legends Stuff. However, Aliana killed all of them, specially those who she discovered were Jedi and didnt gave them the chance to defend themselves. In fact, at some point before Aliana felt Kylo Ren destroying the Jedi Academy, and she felt delight with it.

However, even the fall of her enemies didnt gave her peace. Aliana literally got Hunted all around the galaxy by People just because she was a Sith. No one likes them. Even though she tries to claim that she is not the same as those who caused all the pain the galaxy suffered, they wont believe her. When she try to claim that the Jedi and the Republic were using their influence to destroy a religion who did not bow to them, they didnt believed. When she tried to call herself a victim for everything that happened to her...

No.

One.

Believed.

Her.

Aliana got tired of it. Tired of everything. So she decided to do a thing: Throw herself and her ship into the sun of Jakku, consequentially destroying not only every single trace of herself but also all knowledge the members of her lineage gathered around the galaxy. However, when Aliana was about to finally get her peace, her ship broke because of a piece. Because of that single piece, Aliana had to land on Jakku.

And thats when the fanfic The Sith Resurgence starts.

And thats part 3. Sorry for being late, my life is a Mess but part 4 will be coming soon with a resume of the main fic

See you soon

HOW TO NOT WRITE VILLAINS: THE SITH RESURGENCE EDITION

Note: The Post about The Fic resume is still on the oven. This is an extra about a thing i need to complain about on this damned fanfic.

Kylo Ren in this fanfic is more of a punching bag than a proper villain.

But lets start with a point.

A thing everyone who knows Lily Orchard knows is that she hates a certain group of characters. These characters are what she calls "The White favourites of fandom", and they all fall in the same archetype according to her:

1: They are male.

2: They happen to be White most of the time.

3: They usually start as villains or antagonists but get their redemptions at some point or are so loved by The fandom they are used in other media like references or even full participations that makes People change their vision on them.

Her list include characters like Hunter (The Owl House), N (Pokemon), Arthas (World of Warcraft), Silver (Pokémon), Laios (Dungeon Meshi) and a bunch of others, but there is one in the list that gets the crown of most hated one.

Kylo Ren.

Lily hates him A LOT. Like, when i say a lot, i mean that almost ALL HER VÍDEOS INCLUDE HIM AT SOME POINT. IN HER POKEMON REVIEW SHE NAMED SILVER KYLE RON JUST TO "Beat him without remorse", AND EVEN IN HER STAR WARS FANFIC HE IS THE WORST VERSION OF HIM.

Now, lets take one thing clear. Kylo ren is a trash character? Yes he is. He had a cool concept but got a bad execution, thats why in some fanfics People try to make him either a better villain or redeem him. However, in Lily's case, she made sure he is a pathetic punching bag for her main characters.

This is now a resume on how Kylo goes in this history and how to NOT write a villain.

1-Not a Real Threat

A thing Lily claims to love are "Low stakes histories", wich are normally histories focused on small things like personal problems. However, The Sith Resurgence is on the problem lots of histories fall that its called

The villain is not a real threat.

And still, Lily tries to sell the ideia on Kylo being a threat. Like, lets jump to chapter 2 of the fic.

The chapter introduces Kylo Ren as an explosive person, but while in the movies we see his first introduction as being more threatening and serious but with anger issues that make him a bad Darksider, in this fic he is literally a manchild with a Lightsaber. All his flaws are upped to 100%.

In fact, in chapter 2 he senses Aliana's presence and after she denies coming with him, they fight. However, Kylo gets stomped by Aliana and is forced to run back to his ship by her. After that, it becomes a snowball, because every single fight, argue or even a moment in the fic he SHOULD show his strenght...

It fucking falls on ground.

Not only he is extremely weak, Lily sells the ideia that he is actually extremely powerful but had a bad teacher and was a bad student.

A bad student i can excuse but luke a BAD TEACHER?

Go fuck yourself, Lily.

Anyways, right after this loss, Kylo Ren starts getting more and more disrespect, even from his own allies. He is bullied, disrespected and even threatened by his own companions. This makes him wanting more and more to defeat both Aliana and Rey so he could get his respect and pride back.

But

Every

SINGLE

TIME

HE GETS HIS ASS FOLDED BY THEM BOTH. ALL HIS FIGHTS, ALL THE MOMENTS HE COULD BE SELLED AS THE BIG BAD OF THIS FIC, THROWN IN THE GROUND FOR NOTHING EXCEPT MAKING HIM THE PUNCHING BAG OF THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HER WIFE!

Kylo Ren in this fic is not a real threat to any of them. He is just the punching bag. Why?

Because Lily hate him.

2-The Hate blinds a writer, so a cat on a blender.

Its not uncommon doing histories out of spite of things you dislike. But in case of lily, at least 90% of her histories (Iris and Kiera not included) are made because she spites things of a certain média. Pokemadhouse has lots of moments where Lily calls out things of pokemon world, like Pokeballs being the tools to enslave pokemon, and her Warcraft fantiction used to tackle a lot of both Blizzard and Wow mistakes. However, most of the problems came from The fandom itself.

And one the only things i can agree with her is that shippers can ruin a media or the reputation of it.

Yes.

Im talking about Reylo.

You see, Lily absolutely despises Disney Canon, the Star Wars fandom in General and Reylos. But her hatred moved her on this fic decisions, like the Curse on the Beniko Clan and the hatred the Force have for them. She claimed in one post from her now-deleted old account that she took inspiration on them for it, on People who dislike her fic, her vision on Sith not being evil or her critics about how star wars is handled by media. Wanna know the worst part about the Force hate in this fic?

In this fic, The Force is Reylo. Not exactly reylo, but you remember the Force Bond thing in The Last Jedi, where Rey and Kylo share minds and start talking with eachother then Snoke reveals that it was him who bonded them?

Well, it all falls to the ground because of this scene (TW: SA Mention below)

Where Lily compared the Mind Probe, a Dark Side Force technique to read minds.

To R4pe.

Yes. Mind reading counts as S3xu4l 4ssault somehow, and this is a Cat in a Blender situation on the fic.

Cat in a Blender is a term that is used to reference moments where the writers make certain characters do horrible things to excuse the main characters actions. In this fic, Kylo Ren actions are considered the worst of crimes, even when Aliana actions are literally pure evil most of time. She kills, and threatens and even uses mind tricks to get rid of all enemies in her way, and yet the punching bag of the fic is accused on SA just to excuse the "Punishment" he receives. The hate of this character is so big that his suffering extends for 46 of the 48 chapters of this fic. And not only that but ends with not only he losing again but in such painful and destructive way that makes it feel pointless.

The ideia of a villain being ruined because of the writer hating on the character is a reason why i took almost 2 months to finish this history. Because at some points, it was just Cat in a Blender situations all over again. And other points were just Lily using her fic to directly attack star wars and its fans over and over again. Hate can really blind a writer from its own mistakes.

3-The Hatred 4 years after the fic ended still remains.

We all need to grow up at some point, even if we keep disliking one thing. But the thing that lily cant stop doing is remembering People she hates certain characters and considers their existence like the coming of the anti-christ. Kylo Ren hate stopped being cool after the Rise of Skywalker, People moved on of it. But all the time she must remember People on her vídeos that Kylo Ren sucked, that his fans are thrash, that Reylos are thrash...

Girl, move on. Its a bad character and you made the character a punching bag for being bullied and tortured the entire fanfic where the Mary sues could do everything and him nothing. We get it.

But still, its been years the fic ended. Move on. You remember the warcraft reference you made on this scene.

"Its all NOTHING!"

About Syir, from Pokemadhouse

TW: Mentions of R4pe and Abu53

If you follow me for a while, must have seen my Pokemadhouse rage about Syir The Gardevoir.

But unfortunally i never explained WHY i hate her so much and why my blood boils when i talk about her.

So, here is the big explanation, in topics.

1-So, who is Syir and what did she do?

Syir is a character from Poke Madhouse, a now deleted pokemon comic made by Lily and Mikaila Orchard that talks about a pokemon world and the lives of their ocs and their pokemon in a house.

In this world Gardevoirs are the most dangerous and powerful species of pokemon, and Syir is a Female Gardevoir whose trainer is nothless than Diantha, The Kalos Champion.

And not only that, she and Diantha are implied on being in a relationship, wich in Poke Madhouse world is seen as the worst crime a person can do, even if its consensual. Gardevoirs are the biggest victims in this, as Lily even said People call them "The Waifu Pokemon", and doesnt help they do a thing called Mating Bond, where they use their psych powers to fuse their lives together.

And in this case, if you think they have a very good relationship...

ITS NOT WHAT HAPPENS HERE.

Diantha in the comics is coerced by her Gardevoir into sexual relationships, even using her psych powers to rape her. And she cant escape or cut the bond, as Syir use it to control and track her, like a leash. Also, Syir kills anyone who discovers about the True nature of their relationship, and its implied in some comics that everyone knows the nature of their relationship but dont do anything in fear of getting killed next.

2-Why no one tried to stop her?

A thing from Poke Madhouse is that Gardevoirs are in risk of extinction and have very short lifespans because of excessive breeding to get perfect Gardevoirs and shinies (Basically Lily dissing People who do this). So they are an endangered species. Also, this was Lily decision, without any reason besides "why not?"

There were at least 3 People who gave reasonable plans to defeat her. Poison, Guns, attack with pokemons with type advantage. All good and reasonable things within pokemon universe. However, all Lily answered them was a meme.

This meme

Basically, the answer to everyone wanting to defeat Syir. Literally a "You cant" in form of a bad meme.

Lily says that Syir is too powerful and evil to be defeated, to the point there's nothing anyone can do. Even G and C!Lily couldnt. Hell even Bonnie cant stop her, lily said that if they met Bonnie would cry and hide.

Actually, this will be the final topic, the reason i hate her.

3-Snitches get Stitches

In 2020, Lily added a thing in Madhouse wikia Page of Syir, currently deleted by her. She added a small lore info about Diantha and Syir.

Diantha one day managed to escape Syir and tried to find Help on the last person who tried to stop her Gardevoir: C!Lily.

C!Lily was an enforcer, a kind of pokemon cop, who really tried to stop Syir. However, Syir almost murdered both her and G, wich made C!Lily abandon all investigation she made, and made her terrified of Syir.

Diantha begged her for help, to find a way to save her. But C!Lily didnt wanted to help, because Syir threatened to kill everyone who she loved if she tried anything.

So what C!Lily did?

She gave Diantha back to Syir.

She GAVE. AN ABUSE VICTIM. BACK TO ITS ABUSER.

Now you get it why i feel so much hate towards her?

I dont care about any drama of hers, i cant EXCUSE THAT SHE WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND WANTS ME TO LIKE HER CHARACTERS.

TO LIKE G, C!LILY OR ANYONE ELSE.

She May have deleted the original pages and only left the nuke attack she gave to Syir.

But i will never forget what she did.

And i will never forgive.