#Beta Voyage

[sonsofks]

Prepárate para la Aventura de AFK Journey! Explora el Mundo de Esperia en la Beta el 1 de Febrero

Farlight Games Anuncia la Beta de AFK Journey: ¡Un Mundo Mágico y Estratégico te Espera! ¡Amantes de la fantasía y los juegos estratégicos, tomen asiento! Farlight Games nos invita a una nueva odisea con el lanzamiento de la beta de AFK Journey, la secuela del aclamado AFK Arena. A partir del 1 de febrero, adéntrate en un mundo mágico, con arte innovador, jugabilidad estratégica, y un entorno…

[baylardian-1]

just a little First Splinter Timeline doodle <3

[han-ban-bam]

U.S.S. GAIA Personnel

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this is me combining hyper fixations. I did this for me and if this happens to entertain 3 other people I’m taking it as a win.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Archery Science Professor at the Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts [Patreon | Commissions]

[the-heartstring-chronicles]

Edit: Position has been filled😊

Looking for a third beta reader for a fic.

I have not written Janeway/Chakotay fanfic in 15 years and I’m looking for someone who:

A. Joined the J/C fandom in the last five years

B. Who's been in it at least six months ( I can be flexible on this one if someone really new is really interested)

C. Reads J/C fanfic/discusses J/C regularly and ships them romantically.

I would love if a person who fits this description might look over this fic for me and tell me if it’s something the current J/C fandom might enjoy.

There will also be at least one more draft of it after this one too which I would love for this person to read as well.

The fic is technically a babyfic , but is more a realistic labor and delivery vignette which uses the labor experience to showcase the bond between the couple and employs labor/delivery as a style of hurt/comfort story. There is no broader story plot beyond this scenario. And I’m not looking to add one.

I’m looking for a conversation with a newer fan beta reader and about where the current J/C fandom is on the characterization of them as characters and a couple and whether my story fits those standards and would be interesting to new fans.

The fic is also currently almost 6,000 words

I just don’t want to go back into the fandom playing cassette tapes when everyone else is using Spotify lol.

If interested, please message me, first person to offer will get the job.

And thank you in advance for helping a fandom old timer. ( started in the fandom in 2006 in my early twenties)

[their-dearest]

As I promised, here are the headcanons of my favourite Tsurumian boy, Ruu!

Physical appearance:

4’6 height

Indigo hair, fluffy and reaches by his nape.

Prior to his resurrection, Ruu had dark blue eyes (Almost black.)

But after being blessed by the Thunderbird, his eyes changed into a vibrant blue hue with red irises.

But unfortunately, his eyes had lost their shine, like Tartaglia fashion.

Speaking of shine, his eyes became one of his newfound insecurities.

Relieving your death for 2,000 years does wonders to your mind (sarcasm)

Random ahh headcanon, but he has calloused hands.

He worked with his father with hunting food soo there's that.

Personality headcanon:

ESFJ 6w7 (I might go in depth with it some other time buuut not today)

Positive traits: Caring, soft-spoken, and understanding.

This lil guy can fit so much empathy in his 4'6 body

He may not understand certain things, but he's more than willing to lend a person his shoulder.

Speaking of understanding, this guy is a extrovert. Not the same lvl as Paimon, but still a chatterbox filled with curiosity.

A random hc is that I imagine him as the older bro for Paimon.

Paimon: "You're not seeing things from Paimon's point!" [Sitting on the ground while sulking.]

Ruu: [squats down her level to meet her eye to eye.] "Okay, go on. I'm listening." [Doing all this with a lil smile ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ]

Paimon: Why, you—!

Writer: [chaos ensues]

(Bonus points is that he didn't know it was offensive... He's confused but he got the spirit!)

Onto the negative traits. He can be a bit of a traditionalist. He only knew his island for 2,000 years, so it's only safe to assume he does things the way his parents do it.

Like making sure to do things three times per day.

And so on and so forth.

But there are times his traditional values are challenged, and he gets stubborn about them.

Although after a few self-actualization and spending in the nature will he realize the other's POV.

Speaking of caring, there are times he can be a people pleaser.

Hungry for more fish? Sure, he'll give you his only meal.

Cold? Sure, he'll give you his coat and sleep in his undershirt.

Some habits die hard, i guess.

But because of his people pleasing attitude, he becomes sensitive when criticisms arise.

Ruu: These values are all I have! They're the only thing connecting me to Tsurumi... To my mother.

Abilities:

Finally! The fun part!

Since im this AU, Ruu is resurrected by the Thunderbird, he basically had some of her abilities, although weaken and still clumsy.

First is his electro affinity. He has some control over the electro element despite not having a vision... Although when ashed by strangers, he simply say that he keeps his vision hidden.

Some degree of electro immunity. Well, he is MADE from her remaining power so it'd be weird not to add it here. BUT throw his ass in the Raiden domain and he's coming out extra crispy.

Wings manifestation: Sorta like Wanderer's skill, he can summon wings to aid his journey. The cost? It is tiring to use on the long term.

Some healing capabilities: he can heal small gaze and bruises, but anything bigger than that will require an electro source for him to absorb.

Immortality: lil guy is a spirit now, so unless he runs out of Electro fuel, he's here for a long time.

Likes and dislikes:

Let's state the obvious: He likes to travel. A lot. To the point of being stuck in one place can seem tiresome to him.

He likes the ocean AND seafood (srry Nahida and Zhongli.) He grew up learning how to fish and watching his mama cook their meal, so it's a very sentimental thing for him.

To add on the last hc: When Ruu's upset, he'd fly to the nearest body of water and listen to the streams/waves to calm him down.

Likes fermented veggies! (Ainu culture irl have a lot of them, so it's only fair I incorporate that into his character.)

Onto dislikes!

He hates blood and pain for... Obvious reasons.

Not too keen on spicy food (He would have a love hate relationship w/Kimchi fr fr)

Used with more simple flavors (serve him curry and he'll combust like a fucking overcharged slime.)

He has such a fascination with songs and instruments!

Random fact: In Ainu culture, people pass down their legends and stories through oral literature.

So he also wants to hear about Teyvat through its songs. (He would've LOVE Yunjin and her opera.)

He loves birds, especially the bigger ones!

Although this may sound odd, but he has grown an irrational fear with silence.

If there's ever a beat of silence in a conversation, he would immediately fill it in with a soft hum or a random thought.

Oh! Also he's close to his mama, which I hc to be named as Sak. (Sak means summer while Mata (his papa) means winter.)

Likes thunder and foggy place cuz Nostalgia and all.

Anyways! That's all for now, and I hope to write more about him in the future. Also pardon the typos, I wrote this shit in 1 am.

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Yridia

AKA: Yridia One, Yridia Prime, Yridian Homeworld

Class: M

Quadrant: Beta

Location: Yridia system, near the Yridia Nebula, Sector 2158

Inhabitants: Yridians

Affiliation: Romulan Star Empire, Klingon Empire, non-aligned

Fun fact: appears to have changed hands between the various Beta Quadrant empires over the centuries.

Another fun fact: although known by the 22nd century, the Yridians were though extinct by 2360 until re-contacted by Captain Rudy Ransom.

Fun fact 3: also home to the legendary Yridian yak

[presidentbungus]

Marcel has a way of getting things done, no matter what anyone else really wants to do about it. Tavish isn’t all too sure how he ended up here, one of two seated on a luxury private jet, chugging a steady stream of cocktails he’s already forgetting the prissy names of, using up vacation days he hasn’t had since the lawsuit, but every time he looks up at Marcel sitting across from him and slowly poring through a pile of travel magazines it just makes sense.

And well he knew what he was getting himself into in the first place—you can’t really trust a lad with a watch collection, who fancies sunglasses indoors as a slick and appropriate fashion choice, to not want to spring a trip to somewhere stiff and wealthy at nowhere, equator at every feasible opportunity.

What he lacks in natural cuteness the man makes up for in the strange ability to make anything and everything sound like the most important, life-changing thing you’ve ever considered doing. Not to mention all the well I’ll just go on my own, Tavish, another lonely soul adrift in the whirlpool of solitude, Tavish, and you can stay here and keep working since I know that’s more important to you than anything else, anything at all. And so, curse his natural susceptibility to guilt, Tavish found himself here about an hour later, since all his things were conveniently already arranged in a suitcase on his bed. What a surprise.

Something about dating the French. Marcel looks up at him, and slowly outstretches one expertly fitted leather glove across the aisle, sets it down on his hand, and says: "Tavish, mon beau. Look at this."

And then an awkward shuffling-around of the magazine he's holding with only one hand, until Tavish can see a limp page advertising--well, he assumes it's advertising some sort of spa getaway, using a lot of words he doesn't really recognize, and a completely unrelated picture underneath of dolphins turning in the waves. "The Pacific Pearl package," another pertinent tap at a flowery subsection, "one of the highest-reviewed couple's massage experiences on the continent."

'Highest reviewed'. Tavish knows he's talking it up but on the off-chance he's not he decides it's not worth the risk of breaking his poor wee heart. "Mmm. Wow," sucking down something green out of a cocktail glass. Tastes like watermelon. "That sounds great."

And here Marcel's eyebrows pitch just a little bit and oh, here it comes. "Of course, we would have to give up bungee-jumping if we wanted to slot this into the schedule--"

"Nope. Good try." There it is. "Bungee-jumping is non-bloody-negotiable." Tavish sets his glass down on the table so he can point accusingly, since Marcel's still rubbing treacherous circles into his other hand. "You gave me two… experiences to plan," god he hates that word, "and by god, we're stickin' by 'em. And that also goes for--"

"Scuba diving. I'm aware." Marcel wilts, just a little. "With the sharks. And the jellyfish. And the--"

"Anemone, killer minnows, flesh-eating sandskippers, vicious brain-melting amoebas, I know, Marce."

"You need to relax, mon coeur. Not… get your adrenaline pumping out in the wild. That's all I'm getting at."

Tavish sighs. "I can relax and have a little fun repeatedly jumping off cliffs, those two things aren't mutually bloody exclusive. And you," he says, triumphantly, "you gotta live a little. I can't be the only fun one in this relationship. It's stiflin' me growth as a person."

"I'm fun." Marcel rears back, maybe genuinely offended, though of course you can never tell with him. "I'm very fun."

"Well let's prove it, then."

Marcel opens his mouth, and then it flops shut and he leans back against the seat, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms.

It might be a bad time, but Tavish quietly adds: "Thoughts on parasailing?"

"You're on thin ice."

"Understood."

[kla1991]

J7 Beta Readers Wanted!

Hi folks! I’m new to the J7 fanfic arena and looking for a beta reader or two.

I’m working on a 10-chapter slow burn, plot-heavy(ish), post-Endgame fic that will become E rated in later chapters. Not sure yet if I’ll post chapter by chapter or wait until I’m done, but I am hoping to have it beta-ed chapter by chapter.

What I’m looking for is a general check for plot holes, typos, out of character issues, and flow (does this read well and is it interesting?). I will also eagerly and gratefully hear any other thoughts you have! Constructive criticism is desired and encouraged!

Chapter 1 is shaping up to be about 5,000 words and will be ready for readers sometime next week, with later chapters to follow at uncertain intervals, but I can keep you up to date about that as I work.

Get ahold of me however you prefer if you’re interested or know someone who might be! Thanks!

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvoktober Day 20: Prodigal Son [Patreon | Commissions]

[shsy7573]

We’re in This Together - Overview

Summery and information

Description: Janeway and B’Elanna are trapped underground on an unfamiliar planet, and no way of knowing how to get to the surface. The natives of this planet seem intent on killing them, and the two are forced to rely on each other in order to survive. Will they be able to make it until Voyager comes to their rescue, or will they perish at the hands of their spider-ly foes?

Setting: VOY Season 3

Relationships: Platonic Janeway & B’Elanna (hinted mother-daughter)

WARNING: This fanfic contains instances violence and animalistic cannibalism. Neither are extremely graphic, but they are present.

Master list/Chapter index

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Fun Facts and Author Comments

- As stated in the beginning of each chapter, this story has not be read over or edited at all. I wrote it all in one burst over the coarse of three days. I just had to get it out of my head.

- This story was originally just going to sit in my Google docs for my eyes only, but I was so happy with the concept that I just had to post it.

- I created a tumblr account just so I could put platonic Janeway and B’Elanna content onto this earth!

- B’Elanna and Janeway should have gotten more relationship development in the show. That scene in the beginning where they’re essentially just geeking out whilst brainstorming solutions stole my heart and then THEY JUST NEVER GOT CLOSER! So I did it myself.

- Barge of the Dead was one of my fav episodes, if you couldn’t guess.

- I went WAY too hard on this fic. Every time it would timeskip change I put what time the new scene started and ended on in brackets so I could make sure time was passing accurately.

- Adding on to that, I actually pulled up an online calculator of how little water a person could survive off of based on how much physical activity they were doing.

- I also drew a (very poor) map of the tunnel layout so I could ensure they were travelling an adequate distance before each day ended.

- By Chapter Six I was really starting to run out of cool and interesting ways to basically do the same shit of “they walked, they came across a cave, they walked, they got attacked by spider-aliens- they walked.” But, I at least hope it stayed engaging.

- Yes, I did name the aliens “Arachnomen” JUST BECAUSE I thought it was funny. And yes, I did chuckle every time I wrote it.

- When I started writing this fic, I had no idea where it was going, but I’m happy with where it ended up.

- I really, REALLY tried to keep the characters as consistent and accurate to canon personality-wise as possible. But, I just know there are some points where it’s questionable.

- Part of me wants to write a little spin-off fic of all the senior officers visiting Janeway in sick bay while she recovers, but I also… don’t. So, if anyone would be willing, feel free! (Just make sure to credit me :) )

- I thought concussed, mood-swing B’Elanna was rlly funny.

- I laughed out loud several times writing Chapter Eight.

- I rlly hope tumblr doesn’t take down Ch. 7 post for tagging ‘animalistic cannibalism’

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Rigel VII (UPDATE)

AKA: Beta Orionis VII, Aulia, Kolar

Class: M

Quadrant: Beta

Primary: Rigel (Beta Orionis A)

Satellites: one large moon and the Stecora debris field

Inhabitants: Rigellian Kalars

Appearance: TOS "The Cage," "The Menagerie" SNW "Among the Lotus Eaters""

Visited by: USS Enterprise NCC-1701 under Captain Pike

Fun fact: injuries to crew meant that the Enterprise had to proceed to Vega Colony... which means they'd have to go straight past Earth.

Another fun fact: rumoured to be the original homeworld of the Orions.

Fun fact 3: we saw the Enterprise's mission in the Star Trek: Early Voyages comic series.

Fun fact 4: revisited on screen in Strange New Worlds, where we learned of radiation that blocks memory engrams.

[fardell24b]

Beta Request - A Different Gift

Title: A Different Gift Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: T Characters: Kes, Tuvok, Kathryn Janeway, Emergency Medical Hologram, Borg Queen, Overall Borg Collective, Chakotay, B'Elanna Torres, Tom Paris, Harry Kim, Vorik, Michael Ayala, OC Krenim Captain

Summary: Alternate Ending to The Gift. Kes finds a way to remain on Voyager while propelling the ship further than in the canon timeline. Unfortunately, there is another interaction with the Borg.

[runa-falls]

the baby-making protocol - 1

summary: kenneth marshall says that the ship has a duty to populate the new planet...you get chosen as the first womb for the job!

pairing: mickey barnes (17) x afab!reader

cw: mentions of human experimentation, plot-heavy, mickey being cute, shy, + confused, horrible inhumane people (though are we really surprised?), not very accurate as i've only seen the movie once, not beta-read!

wc: ~1.6k

note: you knew it was coming...

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After 4 and a half years of travel, the ship has finally landed on a (hopefully) habitable planet.

Of course, no one really knows how human-friendly it is, but the research sector has assured everyone that even if it isn't, they'll find a way to change that. Everyone knows that the only way they can do that is with Mickey.

Mickey Barnes. The sole 'Expendable' on the voyage. The man that makes this whole expedition possible. And the most disrespected and ignored person on the ship.

For 4 and a half years, you've been infatuated with the soft-spoken man. Sure, you've barely held a handful of conversations with him, but you want him nonetheless.

You have a pretty low-key job on the ship. You started in the janitorial crew, but as time has gone by you somehow ended up as a security agent. Apparently, people have been dying for unexplainable reasons a few years into the journey so they needed someone to fill the role.

You aren't necessarily qualified to be an agent, nor should you be handling a gun, but the 'promotion' came with more rations and a better dwelling room, so how could you refuse?

You don't have much of a job since you can't fight for shit, so you spend most of your time outside the laboratory "guarding it" -- though the things inside the lab seem to be more dangerous than the people outside of it.

The first time you caught a sight of Mickey was during orientation. He was introduced and celebrated as the 'Expendable' for the trip, shaking hands with Kenneth Marshall on the stage with a slightly confused look on his face. He was dressed nicely but his posture was timid, making him look smaller than he is.

Marshall, the narcissist he is, barely looked at the man, choosing to face the cameras instead, shifting every so often to get the best angles of himself. Mickey didn't seem to mind, if anything, it looked like he wanted to get down from the stage as soon as possible.

As cameras flashed and hands clapped, he cracked a small crooked smile at the crowd, just happy to please those around him -- even if he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Already, you thought Mickey was cute. And afterwards, you couldn't get him off your mind.

---

Life on a ship gets old. Fast.

And starting out as a janitor, a position at lowest rung on the ladder, didn't help either. Everyone saw you as the trash you threw away.

Everyone except him.

You were placed in the residential floors, picking up trash from dwellings and transporting them to the incinerator. You'd think with advanced technology like human-printing, they'd at least have a trash chute for each occupant, but no, they want you to get your hands dirty.

Mickey was placed on the bottom floor so he would be one of the first people you'd see during your shift (if he was alive at that time, of course). He'd always have his wastebasket sitting near the door, so it would be easy for you to pick up.

Each bag would be neatly tied together in a cute bow, never overfilled so they don't spontaneously combust like some other bags you've dealt with before. Even when you could do the job yourself, if he was in, he'd always help, placing each bag in your cart with a gentle touch.

He'd greet you with a smile but his eyes would always be shifting around, unable to make eye contact for longer than a few seconds. Sometimes there'd be a cut, bruise, or abrasion on him, but his smile was always the same.

He'd adorably attempt to start a conversation, asking how your day is -- even though it had just started -- and rambling about his own before apologizing for taking up your time as you have a job to do. You'd always lag behind, wanting to continue the interaction, but you never could.

The company tablet would start to beep once you've spent more than 3 minutes at a door, scolding you for being behind, and you'd have to move on.

Your free-hours were during his work-hours and lunch was a chaotic period of goopy-food and crowded tables. You'd look over to see Mickey sitting with his friends, while you sat across the room, shifting your goop from one side of the plate to the other. You never had the guts to approach him...and he never looked back at you.

---

You somehow started to interact with him less as a security agent than you did as a garbage trolley. Well, scratch that, technically you did see him more often, but your interactions were cut short to passing greetings when he'd go in and out of the lab.

There was no time to say anything, he was constantly being transported from one place to another.

The worst part of your job was hearing the horrible sounds from the lab. Not just the screaming, groaning, and whimpering, but the small voice struggling to describe what he was feeling in the moment -- human suffering reduced to data. The things they'd do to him for "the greater good of humanity" is insane.

All you wanted to do was rush in there and protect him, take him away from the pain and remind him of the good things in life. You'd probably both be shot dead immediately if you tried that though.

Well, you'd die and he'd be recycled again.

So you kept your mouth shut and endured it with him, waiting to build up enough courage to finally seek him out, not as a soldier but as a girl.

---

Your mouth gapes as you look up at the projected screen, your name flashing right next to Kenneth Marshall's stupid veneered face.

"Congratulations to our lucky winner!"

Everyone in the crowd claps and hoots enthusiastically as your future is announced to the world.

"Your fabulous genetics mixed with our loyal 'Expendable' will make for a Marshall-approved child. A child of God."

"C-child?" You whisper to yourself, "With Mickey?"

When you heard about this Baby Making Protocol (the actual name Marshall came up with) you thought people were sending in applicants to be part of the Fertility Squad (also coined by Marshall) to populate the planet. You had no idea he was just picking names from a hat!

You're barely able to process what just happened before you're pulled out of your thoughts. Your tablet makes a noise on your bed, alerting you of new unread messages.

You have been summoned to meet Mr. and Mrs. Marshall in their quarters for dinner. You have 5 minutes. Please be punctual.

5 minutes?! Their living quarters are across the ship!

You quickly collect yourself before rushing out the door, hoping to god this was a joke.

---

It's not a joke.

You sit stiffly in a dining chair next to a very confused Mickey and across from the two terrors that run the spaceship. Food sits untouched in front of you as you listen to the complete idiocy that flows from their lips.

"You see, there comes a time when a man and woman must... fraternize for their people." Ylfa, in all her blonde glory, strokes his arm and nods as he speaks, occasionally cutting in with other fluffy and borderline disgusting verbiage to sell the mission to you.

"I don't understand..." You finally speak up, "Why were we chosen out of all the eligible candidates on the ship?"

"Well..." The couple looks at each other before turning back at us, "We first want to see what would happen if a child were to be born on a planet like this one. Just to make sure it's safe. You know how it is." The last part is directed at Mickey, who shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

Another experiment. Of course.

"Why? Is there an issue?" He asks, eyes friendly yet stern, "Mickey?"

The timid man has been silent all dinner, barely lifting his gaze from the fake meat on his plate. His body tenses when he hears his name and he lifts his head to look at everyone nervously.

His voice is soft as he responds to the failed senator, "U-um...well we barely know each other--"

"And that's why from now on, you'll live together!" Ylfa interrupts, "I convinced Kenneth that the baby needs parents, not just a couple of co-workers!"

"This seems like a big change -- how will we be able to keep up with our duties if we have a child?"

"Oh, that's easy, we'll just make another Mickey." Kenneth chuckles, "If you want, we could make two more so you can have a babysitter."

Another Mickey?

"B-but that would imply having multiples on board..." You murmur.

"And?" He looks at you critically, "I made the imperative decision to allow for multiples in a dire situation such as this one. We can't have this protocol slowing down our research sector now, can we?"

Does he not hear how insane he's sounding?

You resign from the conversation, "I suppose not."

"Good, then you understand." He seems satisfied by the answer, "Then you and Mickey...18 was it?"

"S-seventeen, sir."

"Right, 17 will start right away in your new room. Your iPad thing will have all the information."

You look over at Mickey who looks as confused and terrified as you feel.

An impatient voice severs the brief interaction between the two of you, "You are dismissed." 

[imsopopfly]

And possibly also the entire Gamma or Delta quadrant, depending on where they met

if they met their collective annoying stupid faggotry wouldve blew up the entire alpha quadrant