#seeking a beta

[emojistory]

all your colors start to burn (prologue)

title: all your colors start to burn (prologue)

pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja

rating: pg-13ish?

warnings: violence, incomplete, not canon compliant

word count: 930/???

summary:  Yoo Joonghyuk dies again, which is to be expected. He doesn't expect anything about the world where he wakes up: no scenarios, no Star Stream, no apocalypse? Something is definitely very wrong. Infuriatingly, the only clue he has is the person he woke up in the subway carriage with: a man who looks like Kim Dokja, acts like Kim Dokja, but who knows nothing about Yoo Joonghyuk or where he comes from. Just how many people is he going to have to threaten to murder to get answers around here?

note: hello, hi, yes, just wanted to share that I have started working on a fic for a new fandom that i'm obsessed with--and well, yes! we'll see how it goes???? i'm having a lot of fun right now. and currently seeking a beta.

✧・ﾟ:* link to the thing *:・ﾟ✧

[b-a-pigeon]

Seeking beta readers for a queer fantasy romance novel

Fell A. Marsh's Taker of the Third Path follows Linmiru, a hedgewitch led by his god to an abandoned inn at an ancient crossroads. His task there is to meet the next person to take the overgrown "third path."

Months pass, and a growing connection with one of the inn's guests leads Lin to question his devotion to destiny—but the fate of the world rests on his prophesied meeting with the taker. And when the day finally comes, Linmiru must confront the reality that nothing at the old crossroads has been as it seemed.

If you're into character-driven fantasy, romance that explores darker, heavier themes, queer and trans characters, and some unique and vibrant world building, you'll probably love this book as much as I do!!

No experience required—the goal here is to get authentic feedback from real readers. All you need to apply for a free copy is a love of fantasy and/or queer romance and the willingness to give your honest opinion! The beta reading period begins later this month, so get in while signups are still open!

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[lottielovelace]

If anyone would be down for beta-ing some Valeria x fem!Reader smut, please message me

It’s pretty short (about 2.2k words), but I just want another pair of eyes on it because I fucking suck at writing sucking and fucking

MDNI please

[archergrid]

I’m seeking beta readers for my sapphic heist romance novel! If you like:

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Butch/femme

💰 Steal from the rich

👾 Latina hacker main character

🌹 Asian butch-fatale love interest

🕯️slow burn

🎯forced proximity

🌶️ spicy love scenes

Then DM me or reply to this post for details~

[majorproblems77]

Taken by nightmares

TW - nightmares, Cia being creepy, warriors gets bullied by his own brain 101, warriors get his soul stolen (in the dream F), Sky gets a little present, but its not pleasant, blood

Running running running

He was running out of time

Time ticked forward. The flames rose higher. The pain in his soul turned sickly.

"LINK!"

Turning around he found a monstrous beast.

Ganondorf.

The glow of the stolen fragments of the triforce shone from his head as the beast stomped forward. But he felt frozen in place.

Impa lay still on the ground nearby. He was too late to save her.

He raised the master sword in front of him, her glow reflecting in the beast's eyes. A final light in the darkness that was consuming the world around them as it fell away in pieces. The screams of his fellow soldiers echoed through the abyss as the wind picked up into a torrent of pain and destruction.

"You have failed."

A sickening voice echoed from behind him. Female....

Cia...

Unable to move he found hands tracing up his arms as nails dug into his flesh. slow steady footsteps filled his ears as she came into view. Her eyes glowed crimson as she tilted her head and smiled.

"You caused this pain." she smiled. Plaicing a hand to his chin as she drew herself into his face. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears. "You should have given yourself to me. It would have made this so much easier..."

He couldn't speak. He couldn't get away.

Trapped.

Alone.

"My chosen one, my perfect soul. Give yourself to me."

He struggled, he cried, but no noise came out.

Let me go! Let me go!

"Your gods can't hear you now..." She giggled, as she took a step back from him, "By my guiding hand, you are mine to the end!" Turning to him she raised her staff, a dark red mist emanating from its gemstone. Stretching across from her and ensnaring him in its grip.

Gold light begain to stretch across his body, "I will manipulate you into my image. And together my hero we shall rule this world."

Nonononononononononono

Let him go!

"..nk"

He could feel his very essence being drawn from him as the darkness began to seep into his bones.

"....ink..."

Just another sacrifice for her war.

Just another one converted to her perfected image...

"LINK!"

Bolting upright the first thing he did was grab the thing in front of him. Turning it around as a scream of pain left it. Green and red filled his vision as gold joined it.

"Link it's okay!"

"NO! NO I WONT BE A PUPPET! I WON'T BE PART OF YOUR PERFECT IMAGE!" He gripped tighter. forcing the object into the green fabric. Another sound reached his ears. Another yell. More pain more suffering.

"Sky can you get free?"

Sky?

"No."

Sky? Sky... Sky...

The next thing he registered was a knife in his hands. A blade pressed against skin. Panicked voices.

"Step back. You're scaring him." A calm voice, unwavering and unafraid.

Who were they ? They wanted to kill him. They were going to kill him or take him to Cia or or or...

"Link. It's okay. The threat has passed." He pushed the steel against the man's neck. "Put the knife down. No one is going to hurt you."

Dusty blond hair filled his vision. As he registered the wrist in his hand roll slightly.

"Who do you work for?" His voice was low, and the knife pressed tightly against his neck. "You have five seconds."

"I work for Hylia. My name is Link. Like yours. I'm a hero from an age before yours." The man spoke plainly and slowly.

Other Links? Other Links...

the chain...

He moved the knife away slowly but The man did not relax. "Put the knife down, captain. It's okay..."

"Its okay... ITs okay.... Its okay..." Slowly repeating it to himself he moved the blade ever so slowly away from his neck. Watching for sudden movements.

The shift of grass from a boot...

On instinct, he turned the blade and stabbed quickly. Finding his blade stopped short of the man's neck by his own arm. Which was now dripping crimson red blood.

Pushing the man to the ground he jumped on top of him, removing the blade from his arm and trying to space it into the neck where it would be safest.

If they can't talk they can't tell. If they can't tell they can't find you.

The man below him pushed away at his arms, pain ghosted his features as he found leverage and twisted his body sending him to the ground. The man above him pinned him down, his arms placed above his head as he felt something heavy collapse across his legs.

"Warriors! It's me! Sky!" The piercing blue eyes looked down at him.

Sky... Sky....

Sky!

He let out a gasp before looking towards the skyloftian again. "Sky?"

"Yep. Thats me. You back?"

Everything came rushing back to him. He'd attacked Sky. He'd almost killed him.

Dear hylia....

"Sky?"

"You had a bad dream, that knocked your senses for a bit." The skyloftian smiled. and offered him a hand.

He offered him a hand?!

His eyes fixed to the skyloftians bracer where blood pooled around some damage. He didn't say anymore. Turning away. "I'm sorry..."

He felt a pat on his shoulder. "I'm okay." You could hear the grimace in his voice. Trying to hide the pain. "Get some rest, we can talk in the morning."

Why would he want to talk to him in the morning?

"I almost killed you!" He spoke to the air. His voice filled with shock as a hand raised to his lips.

"You were taken by a nightmare. That is not your doing." Sky's voice was unwavering and calm.

How could he be so calm at a time like this?

"I...." He tried again.

"No. Get some rest. We will talk in the morning."

Curling up on his side he spoke no more, but he would not sleep either. The threat of nightmares returning too close for comfort.

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

[al-a-palooza]

Seeking omegaverse/ABO RP partners!

Hello! c: I'm looking for somebody to RP omegaverse/ABO with. Must be 21+. OCs only. Discord preferably! I prefer literate RP partners as I typically type around 2 or 3 paragraphs on average and expect the same. Seeking somebody who can rp somewhat regularly.

I only write w/w or m/m. Genres I generally enjoy are slice of life and fantasy or both. Romance regardless! c: I typically steer away from scifi but I'm not opposed to it!

In particular I've been craving a soft, slice-of-life romance with potential drama and would enjoy playing an omega! I'm open to more suggestions though, I'd just like to write an omega since I've been playing a lot of alphas recently haha! That doesn't mean we can't switch up roles in potential future RPs together. :3

Themes I'm interested in vary, such as friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, single parents, etc. Just shoot your shot.

If you're interested, feel free to send me a message and we can discuss in more detail, such as things I will and won't write.

Al (with an L)

[wordswithkittywitch]

I don't suppose there's any string players following me who would be able to beta-read a scene with someone playing a cello and pointing out any glaring mistakes? I've watched one or two videos on the subject, but I fear the scene will still read like, "The author clearly hasn't even touched a string instrument", which is true. I tried to learn the piano in high school and failed.

[aroundthewaygirlao3]

Hello friends!

So, looking ahead from here...

I'm not going anywhere just yet, I have a few more stories I want to tell. But now that HSMTMTS has come to an end, I can see that my time writing fanfic in this Fandom will, too.

That being said...

I've been so energized as a writer thanks to all of you, and I'm determined to stay writing! And pursue to idea of being a traditional or indie published author.

I am currently working on transforming a couple of my Portwell stories to true original fiction, and have plans to draft a completely original piece during November for NaNoWriMo.

So I'm wondering if anyone here would like to beta read for me? I would love to share chapters and get feedback, especially from those of you who know my writing style and have a sense of what to expect.

As a content warning, the new versions of these stories are 🌶🌶🌶 compared to the fanfic versions. They are intended to be adult romance novels so some of what's closed door in the original version is depicted on the page. So please be an adult to read!

If you're interested, let me know!

[hakadraws]

I need a writer friend I can discuss writing with; someone I can ask for suggestions and see if my ideas are actually good or not, a group of people like that would be nice because half the time I have no idea if anything I make up actually makes sense and sounds interesting

[lightningboltreader]

Hiiiii! I’ve recently started writing fanfics in this fandom. Unfortunately, none of my beta readers are connected or interested in our firefam :((

So I was wondering if you have any idea where we could find our lovely beta readers in this fandom?? I’m more than willing to return the favour, no strings.

Is there any forum when we could sample our works? Or just list out our fics and seek someone?

If you could let me know about it, or just point me to someone who can do that, it’d be greatly appreciated! Thank you xx

Hi and welcome to the community, I’m so glad you’re here!

We have a whole bunch of fantastic betas across the fandom and I bet we can use this post to connect you to one.

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Are you a beta with availability? Please help! 💛

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I am not aware of a general 911 Lone Star forum for writers, but if your work is Tarlos-centric and you’re 18+, I encourage you to check out the Tarlos Weekly Prompts Discord Server. This is @chaotictarlos’s community of writers and cheerleaders, and includes brainstorming, fic sharing and beta request channels.

You may also find a good beta match by seeking out those credited with beta reading others’ 911 LS fics, or asking the writers who they use.

But today I’m asking my mutuals who are interested to reblog or comment so that you can reach out to them directly.

Thanks for the ask and good luck!

[young-royals-confessions]

I like your suggestion of a blog within the fandom to ask for things such as help with Swedish and beta readers etc, because I’ve been wanting a beta reader for a while now and I don’t know how to go about getting one. I’ve thought about asking one of the writers that I follow but I’m too self conscious to do that, and if they said no it would be too embarrassing. So having somewhere to go where everyone is in the same boat would be useful and less scary.

I'm so tempted to create another side blog but no. I must stop myself.

Can anyone help anon?

[rebelcracker-s]

hey uh no idea if anyone's even gonna see this but i'm like desperate to get beta readers for my ya contemporary fantasy wip zaara & emery raise the dead so if you or someone you know would be interested please dm me!

elevator pitch: college student zaara sinha's life changes for the worse when she discovers she's a budding necromancer, and now she needs the help of her classmate emery park to conquer her new powers and prove raising the dead isn't all that evil.

more details: the current draft is at ~97k words. i'm looking for advice on the draft overall/story elements rather than a line read/focus on grammar and other minute details.

[little-peril-stories]

editing is fun, pt. 3

Want to be a beta reader for the newly edited manuscript of The Prince of Thieves?

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Only once did he touch me after my father’s death—just a hand wrapped around my arm as he ordered me out of the shabby apartment where Father had died and into his home. That grip, the first shackle he ever locked me into—it was a message, a reminder that I was his and would remain so until I was dead. Later, upon my skin, I found bruises in the shape of fingerprints, purple and throbbing.

It was nothing less than hatred that fuelled every step that night when I crept from the house, never to return. I slid along the floor in stocking feet, terrified of every floorboard and how it creaked, the bolt and how it scraped, my breath and how it gasped loud enough to fill the air, my heart and how it pounded in my chest, threatening to shake his home to rubble.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps fate, perhaps a goddamn miracle. He heard nothing. He slept through my escape, and I made it outside. It was out of spite as much as precaution that I left the front door wide open, an invitation for moths and spiders and rats, for some other unfortunate creature to invade his house and take my place as some spineless, obedient thing that he could squash beneath his boot.

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Only once did he touch me after my father’s death—just a hand wrapped around my arm as he ordered me out of the shabby apartment where Father had died and into his home. That grip, the first shackle he ever locked me into—it was a message, a reminder that I was his and would remain so until I was dead. Mrs. Breanna Hatchett, I would be to the end of my days, the constable’s little wife, compliant and demure and sweet and good.

Later, upon my skin, I found bruises in the shape of fingerprints, purple and throbbing.

It was nothing less than hatred that fuelled every step that night when I crept from the house, never to return. I slid along the floor in stocking feet, terrified of every floorboard and how it creaked, the bolt and how it scraped, my breath and how it gasped loud enough to fill the air, my heart and how it pounded in my chest, threatening to shake his home to rubble.

There was a moment of doubt, for how could there not have been? A moment of standing on the precipice between inside and out, between freedom and prison. After all, everyone knew what happened to girls who were alone in the world. How they ended up. Where they ended up. I saw it clearly: my own body, ravaged and ripped apart, lying still in the street along a gutter than ran with blood. My feet faltered.

But the door was open, and I could taste the promise in the air—sweet and cool and sapid. The promise of a life that wasn’t presided over by someone else. An existence without unfeeling men lording over every minute of my day and making every decision for me.

And it was the promise that drew me forward, not the fear that held me back.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps fate, perhaps a goddamn miracle. He heard nothing. He slept through my escape, and I made it outside. It was out of spite as much as precaution that I left the front door wide open, an invitation for moths and spiders and rats, for some other unfortunate creature to invade his home and take my place as some spineless, obedient thing he could squash beneath his boot.

[msrheyrhey]

*Edited*Do any writers in here need an Editor?!

If you can help a starting editor pay some of their bills before going red, I offer 3 types of editing services!

I offer Developmental editing when you've just finished a story and want someone to guide you to parts of your story that are inconsistent or off.

Then I offer Line editing when you're story is fine but you want someone to go through and check on the spelling and sentences.

And lastly, I can do beta readings. When you just want to know what readers will think of your story before you go public.

I have a good system to have all my thoughts written down about your writing or stories if you don't have specific things you want thoughts or advice on.

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[rabidpomeranians]

I’m betting lynera comes back as a rainbow drinker.

I’m piecing together my troll biology headcannons and just hit a segment on rainbowdrinkers that got me thinking of this theory I’ve kicked around for like a year but never posted. Hiveswap 2 introduces a thread on rainbow drinkers that I can see being resolved by one being revealed in a later installment.

The only character I can imagine for the role: Lynera

hiveswap 2 spoilers below the cut

The neutral ending of the trial has her thrown off the train and presumed dead. Just as kanaya was presumed dead after being shot. If we can assume one circumstance is an inciting event, than we should assume the other could be too. The rage influence of her viriborn sign also makes me think she has the potential to persist further than we’re led to believe.

Baizli’s body is leaving a blood trail (and ambiguously severed head) for her to hone in on. The likely carnage at the scene of the derailment and possibly more major npc deaths may continue the trail even later into the game.