#beta reader wanted

[magic-is-something-we-create]

- BETA READERS WANTED -

Do you like Grimdark Fantasy? How about Horror? Noir? All of the above? Do you want to watch fictional women dole out incredible violence as their lives get worse, and still find hope in the world? Are you a sucker for enemies-to-lovers, especially of the kind that's convoluted and messy in their emotional attachment? Have you been yearning for more disabled and/or trans protagonists in your life?

Do you want a story where love corrupts instead of redeems?

Do you want to read a tragedy that was inescapable long before the story began?

My novel Whispers is in need of some beta readers!

Marika Swiftfoot has hidden from the Shadow of Fowden for ten years, but ten years isn’t a life complete.

She has a debt to pay, and the Whispers have finally come to collect. And once again, she is ripped away from everything she calls home as the result of a poor choice she made years ago, when she didn’t know what would come.

But she will not go to Fowden without a fight.

And she swears the man who brings her there will die by her hand, no matter how much she once loved him.

Lorelei, too, is steeped in the regrets of her past, for she is known by three names: Softheart. Witmouth. Vowbreaker.

She wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good.

But first, she needs to find out what happened to her little sister. First, she needs to find the man who has disappeared just as untraceably, thirty years later.

First, she needs to end the Shadow of Fowden.

For she is not her father; she does not break her vows.

Content warnings, beta reading details, and sign up are below the cut!

Boosts are appreciated!

Important basics:

- It's 172,000 words, or about 750 pages.

- First-person, dual POV narration. Most of it is present-tense, but one POV features frequent past-tense flashbacks.

- The target audience is Adult. It dives headfirst into a plethora of dark topics, and reader discretion is advised.

- The main critique focus is on plot effectiveness and points of potential confusion. I'm especially looking for whether the twists are too predictable/too unexpected, and whether the ending is satisfying. If you won't have time to read all of it, please don't sign up.

- The hard deadline for critique completion is July 1st, 2024. The document will be sent out on January 10th at the latest.

RECURRING CONTENT WARNINGS

Body horror, gore, violence, and death. Emotional abuse. Transphobia and sexual assault. Harm to children and implied child death. Police brutality. Ableism and physical abuse. Fire.

STILL INTERESTED? You can sign up to be a beta reader here!

[drunkonjazzandwine]

please i need accountability

[rnm-secret-santa]

Beta Reader Wanted!

For a super soft Malex fic thats about 2k

If you are interested in beta reading for this fic, please reach out via the event email (roswellnmsecretsanta@gmail.com) or via discord to infp-obsessed-with-everything, or respond to this post!

[sleepysock13]

Okay guys! I am in a desperate need for a beta reader! I haven’t been able to post the new chapter because none of my current ones have had the time to check it over. The work is not abandoned I have three more chapters already written. Please feel free to message me!!!

[jackiegaytona]

Looking for a beta reader

“A human wrote that book, Laszlo. It’s fictional!”

“Really?” Laszlo spat, unconvinced. “It was written by a Ralpheus von Twinkbottom, and that is a vampire name if I’ve ever heard one.”

Guillermo took a deep breath, let it out through his mouth. “Okay,” he said, his voice far calmer than he felt. “What is it about this book that makes you sure it’s a memoir when there are literally thousands of vampire romances out there?”

Hey peeeeps I've started on my ABO Laszlermo fic aka weird SHC AU and I'm wondering if anyone would like to volunteer their time to be a beta reader? You will be given credit on ao3/tumblr and obviously get to read the shenanigans before everyone else and offer any of your own feedback, corrections or unhinged ideas. There's just a couple of 'musts'

-Must have read/be familiar with my fic Sweet Home Clairton

-Must be comfortable with ABO (namely Alpha/Onega) dynamics and mpreg

-Must be comfortable with Laszlermo (kind of a given) and also Nadja/Nandor

-Must have Discord

Honestly if I had the means to I would pay someone to beta, however I can offer up my skills as an artist or writer and make a little something for you. Please DM me if you're interested!

[softcronch]

how does one go about finding a beta-reader

asking for a friend

(it's me i'm the friend)

[rockonlavender]

Anyone available to beta a swan queen smut one shot?

[killershrike]

If there's anyone out there who would like to be a beta reader for my yautja x human fic Dark Suspension, please let me know! I try to go over the chapters multiple times but I have dyslexia so I'll miss the same glaring issue 10x over lmao so any help would be seriously appreciated and I of course would credit you and acknowledge you in my fic!

[50shadesofoctarine]

BETA READERS - Pweese??? (Audio Transcript Below Cut)

The ethics board didn’t know what to do with him; Neither did the medical board nor the astrological association. Dr. A.J. Crowley was an academic rockstar—for all that the term “rockstar” meant in an environment where the ratio of knitted sweaters to human beings was an astounding 3.3 sweaters for every researcher in too many layers—his name plastered somewhere on most of the papers produced by Tadfield University, as well as a hefty chunk of papers produced outside of TadU (his groundbreaking statistical analysis popping up in all sorts of odd places, although, most notably, in Aziraphale’s pub arguments). A born contrarian, the sciences had called to him. And of course they had! Science was the occupation of mule-headed pricks (see: Nicolaus Copernicus), curious entrepreneurial spirits (see: Marie Curie), and madmen (see: Freud). And Crowley just so happened to be all three. There wasn’t a major field of study that he didn’t have a thumb in. If there was a scientific consensus to be had on the matter, then there was also a Crowley to unrepentantly flip the bird at it.

These were the foreboding thoughts overshadowing the mind of one young (although only young by the standards of post-PhD graduates, which is to say, not young at all) Dr. Fell as he glanced, awestruck, to the other side of the University cafeteria, where Dr. A.J. Crowley sat, eating a bowl of store-bought salad. Aziraphale had been crushing—academically, of course—on Crowley ever since he had read the man’s first paper on multidimensional approaches to quantum entanglement. That Crowley was wrong in his conclusions about relativity and its subsequent angles of observation was no impediment in Aziraphale’s appreciation of his intelligence. They might have disagreed on the finer points, but Crowley’s writing was a wonder to behold. Aziraphale had nearly vibrated out of his seat upon spotting him. Nevermind that he logically understood that Crowley published papers under TadU, the same university that Aziraphale himself wrote for, and therefore bumping into him was not outside the realm of possibility. It was the principle of the matter. Aziraphale knew Crowley as a photo above a well-read author’s note; It was something else entirely to witness him, breathing, flesh and blood, as he gazed into his salad, wine coloured locks flowing down his back. Odd to know that he had poor posture, or that he forked his food around more than he actually ate it. Intimate, in a strange way; That Aziraphale could quote the innermost musings of a man mere meters away from him.

Unfortunately, Aziraphale’s single player staring contest was quite suddenly put into co-op mode, as Crowley—almost like he could sense the attention goring into his back—looked up from his salad and into Aziraphale’s, now bashful, gaze. A tense moment of delicate liminality followed, Aziraphale waiting (much like a man at the gallows) for Crowley’s reaction to his impropriety. He was then surprised when Crowley's expression morphed into one of recognition, rather than one of disgust or awkwardness.

“Dr. Fell!” Crowley called, a grin overtaking the once thoughtful lines of his face. He waved one of his arms haphazardly in a ‘come-over-here’ kind of gesture, using the other to pull out a chair beside him. Aziraphale had the grace to be momentarily astonished before hurrying to meet his academic hero.

“Dr. Crowley, It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I’ll be honest, I-I never expected you to know who I was… Let alone…” He let his words trail off into pitiful nothings, stuttering and red in the face.

“Just ‘Crowley’ if you will, or ‘Anthony’ if you must. And the pleasure’s all mine! I first read your work, oh… It’d have to be at least five or six years ago now. Your master’s thesis, I believe. On Paul’s doctrines.” With a leering grin, Crowley leaned forward.

“I will admit, Dr. Fell, your writing had me positively hooked.” He said it as though it were a secret, the kind you wouldn’t dare repeat to your mother. However, from what Aziraphale could tell, he just sort of spoke like that. Like someone who was constantly sharing the intricacies of some deviant sexual act for all the innocence of the actual words themselves. Every sentence that fell out of his mouth reeked of an implied “you saucy minx” like the ghost of Fran Drescher past.

“Er.” Aziraphale replied intelligently, taking a seat. Crowley seemed unperturbed by the sudden verbal ineptitude. When working with academics, you get used to an assorted array of oddball characters. It’s terribly presumptuous, and even more so unproductive, to expect them all to conform to the typical back and forth of neurotypical communication. You don’t get to become Dr. A.J. Crowley, pain in the arse to astrophysicists everywhere, by being over-particular about the oratory of one’s downtime.

“You’re wrong, of course.” He continued with an impish grin, forking his salad cheekily. Aziraphale hadn’t known someone could fork a salad cheekily, but nonetheless, here Crowley was, attempting to prove him incorrect on two fronts.

“Wrong? Dear boy, that was my master's thesis. Should you choose to debate this, I fear I’ll have the home field advantage.” His response was deliberately unaffected, a haughty tune laced with the playfulness that Crowley was absolutely drenched in.

“Unfortunately for you, I’ve read it. And, as such, I fear nothing.” If at all possible, Crowley’s smirk got even wider, eyeing up a challenge like a dog would eye a rather large t-bone steak. It made him seem like the same kind of fellow you’d find jumping between skyscrapers in one of those panic attack inducing youtube videos. Within the relatively safe environment of academic discourse—long past the days of Pythagoras’ maths fueled murder, or, for that matter, Plato’s wrestling prime—it made Aziraphale feel brave.

“Those are bold words, Crowley. Especially coming from someone who has genuinely used Shrodinger’s cat to argue for quantum superpositions.”

Startled, Crowley laughed, mouth opening wide enough to expose the mushy green remnants of the salad he had been chewing. Behind dark glasses, his eyes glittered with a delighted surprise that told Aziraphale Crowley hadn't read his paper on modern approaches to unified field theory.

“Just because the sod wouldn’t have liked my stance, doesn’t mean I can’t use his thought experiment to prove it.” Crowley snorted, looking at Aziraphale speculatively. 

“Anyway, it figures you’d like Shrodinger. All that religious symbolism.” He sighed, inching closer. It would have been a suave manoeuvre were it not for the horrible screech of metal chair leg against hard concrete flooring. Aziraphale shuddered at the sound, wincing apologetically at Crowley. Hoping to convey with his eyes alone that ‘oh no, I did notice your blunder, but I shan’t make a fool of you; I’m kinder than that, see?’

“Science as an imitation of the religious seems more like your sort of thing, actually. I prefer proper works of faith.” He said instead, realising that the eye message wasn’t getting across all that well (because Aziraphale was about as smooth as Crowley in that regard).

“Proper works of faith, huh?” The raise of Crowley's eyebrows could be seen from space. Not that space would want to see such a thing. Aziraphale imagined that space would feel quite silly indeed, if such a glance had been directed towards it. At least, Aziraphale felt quite silly, watching Crowley’s eyebrows approach his hairline; Knocking—not impolitely—for entry.

“C.S. Lewis, mainly. I don’t mind a spot of Tolkien, either. I don’t suppose you read a lot of fantasy, do you?” As Aziraphale was wont to do when embarrassed, he puffed up. And subsequently puffed down; Softening the sulky turn of his tone with the upwards lilt of a question at the end.

“I don’t read much at all, really. Although I do make an exception for the Screwtape Letters.” Crowley answered, trying to find some common ground.

“You seem the type. Devilish as you are in your academic work.” Aziraphale teased. Regardless, Crowley soldiered on, giving tit for tat. Crowley did like tit.

“I’m more into the digital age, not that you’d know anything about that. You don’t even have a Twitter as far as I’m aware.”

If Aziraphale had indeed known what Twitter was, it would have been remarkably telling that Crowley knew he didn’t have one.

[bam-stroker]

ROYAL ROGUE - Beta Reader's Needed

Hear, ye Hear, ye! I have reached the phase in my romance novel writing process where I am in need of beta readers.

What does that mean?

Do you have a lot of opinions on stories in the fantasy genre? On dragon romance? Or on trans/nonbinary representation in stories? You're an adult? Then you're the kind of person I'm looking for! A beta reader is someone who gives all the input on story/characters/what's missing/what seems confusing - you are the view for the writer to see past the cloud of their creation to find out how readers will feel about their story.

What does this NOT mean?

If you aren't comfortable giving thoughts/feedback and don't read in the genre I'd say hold off for when I reach the final stages of the book to read it instead.

Great, I'm interested - What's the story about?

Valentine was born to be the royal heir to the kingdom of the Sun. Forced to choose between being a prince or princess, they decide to throw it all away to work on becoming a rogue at the local thieves guild instead. Training to one day be adept enough to run away and leave the strict control of their unsympathetic mother for good. Sent on a quick retrieval mission in the nearby mountains, they instead encounter a highly unusual dragon by the name of Asrir. A collector of oddities and very much one himself. The two of them bond over their frustrations with societal expectations and find quick friendship. Over time friendship blooms to love and the two of them face both the challenge of admitting their feelings and escaping the clutches of the queen.

Over arching theme: In a world built by the gods for balance - where do people in the in-between belong?

Features:

Transmasc Nonbinary love interest

75% trans characters / fairies with magic to help people transition

Found family

Dragons

High fantasy

Slow burn friends to lovers

Happy ending

High heat dragon sex scene 18+

Content Warnings: Transphobia (hinted at and 1 scene directly), verbally abusive mother, magical drug use (1 time at a party), body horror with immolation themes, self hatred

Want to read a snippet of an older draft? Here's a taste.

Feel free to comment in the replies here or send me an ask if you're interested so I can give next steps!

Please reblog as well to boost. If not you, someone you know might be a great fit

[authorlibrarianrachel]

Looking for beta readers for my book. If you like vampires, queer books, supernatural stories, morally gray characters, found family, friends with the villain, and/or sunshinexgrumpy tropes than this book is for you. I've poured my heart and soul into this book over the last 18 months and now I'm ready for people to take a look at it. So please click the link and check it out.

[deliahscrush2003]

beta reader here!

beta & alpha readers wanted for fic projects will beta in exchange!

Hey everyone!

For those that don't know me, my name's Lou (she/her) and I have recently gotten back into revamping the numerous fic projects I had in my vaults and trying to get back into my writing again.

I have put out this post to say that if anyone is also in a similar situation with their own fics, I am offering my fellow fic writers to beta & alpha read fics in exchange for coming on as an alpha or beta reader for my own projects.

As a beta & alpha reader, I am willing to not only check for grammar, punctuation, spelling and formatting but also:

identify weaknesses in the plot.

identify pieces in the story where engagement was high or lacking.

identify points in the story where clarity is needed.

help develop characters (both oc & canon)

canon check pieces of information (for canonverse/compliant fics)

|| if you have specific needs, feel free to check with me ! ||

As a writer, I am looking for someone to help with:

identifying inconsistent tense.

identifying where engagement was high or lacking.

identifying points in the story where clarity is needed.

writing relationship development (platonic/romantic)

editing plot structure and fluidity.

writing descriptive settings.

identifying monotone or repetitive parts of the story.

Most importantly, I am looking for people who can approach my story as both a reader passionate about the fic and a writer/editor passionate about helping improve the story.

My projects are also multi-chapter (150,000) and usually part of a wider series (minimum of 3 parts) ; therefore, I am open to working on fic projects that are of equal length!

The fandoms that I write and will read for are:

Fairy Tail, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones/House of Dragons (TV), X-Men (movies), Teen Wolf, The Last Kingdom, The Nine Lives of Chloe King, Harry Potter (fuck JKR tho), The DC Animated Films/Young Justice, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead (universe), Scream (movies), The Vampire Diaries/The Originals, The 100, Glee, Pretty Little Liars, Percy Jackson, Criminal Minds, Wolfblood, The Chronicles of Narnia, Outerbanks, The Maze Runner, Grey's Anatomy, Tower Prep, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, FATE: The Winx Saga, Stranger Things, Star Wars, Resident Evil (Gameverse), Power Rangers (the movie), The Hunger Games, Five Night's At Freddy's, Pacific Rim.

The fandoms that I have as WIP right now are:

Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Chronicles of Narnia, The 100, Game of Thrones.

The rest of the fandoms listed are in the worldbuilding process, which I also welcome help with if anyone is interested in bouncing ideas back and forth and fleshing out each other's fics!

This is the link to my Ao3 if you want to understand my writing style.

if you're interested in one of the projects I have for these fandoms (as a beta or just as a potential reader), send me a DM or a ask!

The type of fics that I enjoy writing/reading are (with consideration that Ao3 is my primary writing platform):

M-E Rated (For that reason, I prefer to work with 18+ betas)

Plot-heavy but with a well-written romantic subplot (requirement)

Specific tags/plot I enjoy/write: Time-travel, Fix-It, Canon-Divergence, What-Ifs.

Canonverse fics.

Both OC (has to have the potential of good development, though) and Canon Character-centric fics.

Found family, healing from trauma, redemption arcs.

Crossover/fusion fics (where the original fandom is set in the universe of another fandom)

Zombie-Apocolypse fics.

Dark twists on characters, plots, and the wider canonverse.

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The type of fics that I steer clear from or don't enjoy reading/writing:

G-T Rated.

No romantic subplot at all (I am a romantic girly, sorry to say)

A Mary Sue OC/Reader-Insert or Mary Sue plot.

Reader-inserts.

Established Relationships (unless I can read the build up first)

Specific tags/plot: P*dophilia, Incest (outside of canon-typical), Mpreg, Omegaverse (only under special circumstances).

Modern AUs, Human AUs, No Power AUs.

No Comfort, No Happy Ending, Major Character (Permanent) Death.

Character bashing (I do read fics that bash, but I find it hard to beta for them only because I like to discuss characters objectively - but there are exceptions, so feel free to check)

Anything that attempts to glorify or justify racism, homophobia, transphobia, biphobia, xenophobia, ableism, sexism, bigotry, abuse, r*pe or anything even remotely similar.

(feel free to check with me tho, I am open to discussion of everything except the bottom dot point)

Because I believe beta reading to be an experience that should be enjoyable and insightful for both the reader and writer, I am open to :

Discussing any ships, character arcs, or plot points that my betas personally wanted to see in the show or are very passionate about (read: this does not mean I will change my entire story but that I am open to possibilities)

Analysing and critiquing any of the above media (read: NOT BASHING, but genuine analysis of how different media were handled to apply to our own form of writing)

Giving out and receiving fic, tv, movie and book recs to aid in inspiring each other during the course of our writing, but also to support our fellow writing community!

Even if you're not interested, please repost so it can reach those who are!

[nightwings-blue]

would anyone out there like to beta read a batman beyond fic where terry and max go through time travel? you don't have to have extensive knowledge of batman beyond but that would be a nice bonus!

you can leave a comment on the post below or dm me.

[stephtuckerauthor]

BETA READERS WANTED

As I am in the final editing stage of my book, I was hoping to get some people who would be willing to read and give me some feedback.

The Bonds That Bind Us is the first book in a potential trilogy but can be read as a standalone. It's the story of Jackson Alexander, a gay man who learns to heal and love through finding Luke, his Superman.

Whilst this is a romance novel, I would class it more as literary fiction due to the heavy subject matter addressed in the story.

Triggers include: Physical/mental/verbal abuse; homophobia; self-harm; suicidal ideation; death of secondary character(s); PTSD/depression/anxiety; religion; etc.

HOWEVER, this is a story about love, healing, and found family. About a man who goes through some of the worst things imaginable and is still able to come out on the other side of it, happy.

I know it's not going to be for everyone but if you are interested, drop me a comment or a DM.

I'm going to post the first chapter below so people can read it and see if it's their kind of thing!

Thank you if you've read this far!

Music had the floor below him vibrating, Jackson eyeing the patrons of the bustling club from his hiding place by the bar. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he smirked. This was one of the hottest spots in the city and he was surrounded by some of the biggest names in New York. People everywhere were dying to get close to them, all the common folk blissfully unaware of how painfully obvious their attempts to mingle were. He couldn’t blame them, though; he used to be one of them.

 He was among the rich, the famous, and the beautiful, and he’d never felt more miserable.

 He hated coming here alone; it made him realise how bad things really were; but, it was better than being at home. It was better than sitting in fear of another beating. Or with the crippling loneliness that seemed to be his only companion currently.

An obnoxiously loud laugh could be heard above the din of the music, for a moment almost drowning it out. Jackson scowled into his drink before his crystal-blue eyes found the owner. 

Ginny and the girls were partying hard in the VIP section, completely oblivious of him. Once upon a time, he’d have been there with them; he should‘ve been there with them; delighting in the free drinks and attention, but not now. It was hard to want things like that when you had to allow people to use you to get them. 

There was a time he would have done anything for Ginny. Anything. He’d lost count of the amount of times he’d done things that had made him uncomfortable just to stay in her good graces. And now she didn’t even see him. He’d stopped receiving the phone calls and the invitations. He didn’t exist in her world anymore.  It was like he’d disappeared entirely. Sometimes he wished he would.

His whiskey tasted bitter as he finished it, slamming the empty glass down almost too hard onto the bar. This whole venture had been a mistake. Jackson knew he shouldn’t be here, but he needed something to dull the emptiness. He needed to feel something. Anything. He just didn’t know where to find it.

Three more whiskies gave him enough confidence to loosen up, his black hair shining as it cascaded down his back. His hips swayed as he lost himself in the music, a small, sad smile on his lips as his thoughts wandered. 

Sudden hands on his waist had Jackson freezing where he stood,  fear almost causing him to drop his half-full glass. 

Spinning around quickly, he almost had a heart attack. It took him a minute to realise that the gorgeous man standing too close to him wasn’t Luke O’Neill, an actor he’d love to get his hands on, though he’d be forgiven for thinking it was. 

A lot about them was similar; the dimples, the hair, the smile; but there was so much wrong, too. Luke's eyes shone like emeralds and his smile was breathtaking in every picture Jackson had ever seen of him. Where Luke was smooth, chiselled, the man before him looked like he had been carved from play-doh rather than marble. It felt like a childish representation of what a man should be. Close enough to pass muster but not enough under close scrutiny. Jackson's disappointment was real but he knew, on any other night, he'd have taken second-best. It wasn't like he'd ever be lucky enough to touch the real thing anyway. 

“Can I help you?” Jackson asked with a sigh, his back against the wall as the man stepped closer.

“You looked like you could use some company,” he slurred, Jackson suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. The man’s eyes roved over Jackson’s pretty features and down his petite figure, Jackson tutting in annoyance.

“I’m not interested. Thanks, though.”

As Jackson pushed him away, ready to leave, the man grabbed the top of his arm gently to pull him back. Jackson grimaced as the man began pressing sloppy kisses against his neck, the stylist struggling in his grip. Before he had a chance to protest further, Jackson’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he retrieved it with a frown; this night couldn’t get any worse. 

The message icon flashed in the top corner of the screen and he opened it, lifting a brow as he saw multiple messages from his brother, Carlos. He was writing another as Jackson read the first one.

Pop’s threatening to lock the doors.

 I’m not gonna be able to come and unlock them this time.

He said he’d teach me a lesson if I did, man. Especially after what happened last time!

 You’ve got an hour and a half, hermano. 

Please come home, Jackson…

His arm dropped heavily at his side, the all too familiar feeling of emptiness creeping in again as his little brother’s words sunk in, tears pricking at his eyes. He knew Carlos had only done what he thought was best. It cut like a knife. 

If he only had an hour and a half, he was going to get something out of it. Anything to make the emptiness go away. With a sniff, he shoved the phone back into his jeans and finished his drink, wincing at the burn in his throat. Gripping a handful of his enthusiastic partner’s hair, the man groaning as he lifted his head, Jackson pressed a hard kiss to his lips before pulling away. He saw the burning he’d become accustomed to in the stranger’s eyes and took his hand, leading him towards the restroom. Jackson would hate himself for this tomorrow but right now he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. He needed to feel something, anything. He just wanted it to go away.

[lunarsands]

Hi there! If you happen to have read my Afterlife SMP and Empires SMP fanfics, I'm currently looking for a beta reader!

You get: exclusive access to my WIPs and can ask any question about my plot lines or thought process that you desire!

I get: a second pair of eyes on my plot points and word choices/phrasing, as well as someone to poke at my brain!

Inbox/DM are open! The current fic I'm working on is about two-thirds of the way done and will be the finale of Soul Liminality. It involves characters from Afterlife, New Life, and Empires SMP S2. After that I'll be strictly working on Empires SMP S1 fics if that's more your cup of tea!

[sleepysock13]

Looking for a Beta reader!

My current beta reader for my Bowuigi (Bowser x Luigi) fic is super busy and they sadly don’t have time anymore :(

The upload schedule is currently every two weeks but I may change that to once a month lmao

It’s a long one sitting at about 30k words right now (and not completed)

You can look at my page to see a few paragraphs of the fic to see if you’d be interested <3