Looking for beta/alpha readers?
HI, I NEED A BETA/ALPHA READER>
I am a fanfiction author who is obsessed with Bleach, KNY, and various other fandoms like Pokemon or Tokyo Revengers. Will more often than not write crossovers, maybe isekai fics.
It has recently come to light that I am a terrible writer.
Or at least, terrible at editing. The ao3 curse had strike me at last-in the form of writer's block!
I cannot edit my drafts to save my life, and often end up tossing them in the trash/deleting them outright. My brain is not linear, so I don't make plans much.
However, I seriously want to try writing this fic with a beta reader or two, and would love it if someone could help? I can't pay, I'm sorry, so I shall credit u with my work if I am actually done.
Right now, I am attempting a Pokemon x Bleach thing, and many other fics also. If anyone is interested, pls reach out so I can cry in my pillow at 5 am and marry you.
Seriously. I want someone to help beta my fics.
Thank you very much and have a nice day.
Current snippet, unedited:
The entire trip was supposed to be routine.
Somewhat.
For beings who visited, trespassed and sometimes just crashed into Earth, they were all incredibly careless for some reason.
Of course, they did not call themselves Ultra Beasts. They called themselves by the name of their species, each from a different planet or even a different belt of stars. The only thing they had in common was:
Boredom.
So thick and dense it was, that the entire group-who did not get along whatsoever-decided taking a trip to a preinhabited planet full of overtly paranoid fleshy creatures was a fine way to spend their next solar cycle.
See, all the Ultra Beast species did not coexist peacefully. Be it biologically, personally, or culturally, none of them could agree on a single thing. The fact that the poor Celesteela winging this ride hadn’t gotten singed once from an argument was in and of itself a complete miracle.
Said Celesteela was keenly aware of this and would often make distressed keens at Kartana, clearly terrified for its existence.
Kartana, in return, would pat it on the back while sweating in silence.
