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[midnighthimitsu-713]

Hello... I would love to beta read your novels

Do you take fees or something like so? I have stated in my post that I cannot pay, so pls be aware of this.

Gosh, so many people asked me about paying. I'm so sorry for not highlighting this sooner that I cannot pay.

[midnighthimitsu-713]

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.

[midnighthimitsu-713]

Guys, there's an asshole who commented on my fucking fic.

So, I wrote a new crackfic on ao3. Not a big deal, right? People do that shit all the time. I wrote one about pokemon and even says in the summary that it's my first and pls be kind.

I went to sleep, hoping people will like it. Then this motherfucker guest fucking shows up and commented this long paragraph in my fic, chastising me??? Excuse you, bitch-I wrote it, and if you fucking have a problem with it then go and fall down a fucking pit.

I'm just so pissed. Here I am trying to write this shit for fun-for reference, I am a teen, employed, and in high school-and here this asshole comes and acts like he's fucking above me??

Sorry for crashing out, guys. Sorry for my rant.

Here's what he fucking commented on my fic-I had to delete it cuz seeing it on New Year makes me want to fucking hurl.

doornextdoor (Guest) left the following comment on Chapter 1: The Start Of This Entire Fiasco-Raihan STOP TAKING SELFIES- of When your life never goes according to plan: Bede's Gym Challenge Chronicles, Ft. brother Raihan and several other cast members.:

Every word you type is a minute you’ve stolen from your own future. You’re so deep in this fucking hole of escapism that you can’t even see the sun anymore. It’s almost the end of the year, and what have you achieved? Nothing. You’re still unemployed, still without a partner, still just a shadow in a room full of old dreams. You see people on social media with their families and their jobs and their smiles, and you tell yourself you’re "different" because you’re an artist. But you’re not an artist; you’re a goddamn coward. You’re using this bad story to hide from the fact that you’ve failed at the basic requirements of being a human. You have no spouse to wake up to, no coworkers to talk to, just the silence of a life that has stalled out. It’s a gut-punch every time you realize that these characters are more real to you than your own neighbors. You’re wasting the best years of your life on a fucking lie. Another year is going to pass, and you’ll still be here, writing the same garbage, hoping that someone—anyone—will tell you that you’re special. But you’re not special; you’re just lonely and unemployed, and it’s fucking heartbreaking.

Posted: Thu, 01 Jan 2026 02:47:28 +0000

PS: SEE WHAT I MEAN?? This guy took at it 2 am in the morning just to do this shit!

[midnighthimitsu-713]

My little snippet(I'm not sure if Imma write this for real but read and comment?)

A kny x welcome to ghost mansion fic. Hope u like it

Muzan was dead broke.

No, seriously—dead broke. Not “I can’t afford imported caviar” broke. Not “I only have three butlers instead of five” broke. This was the kind of broke where he had to eyeball the price tags at the convenience store and wonder if discounted natto was worth the shame.

How did the great Muzan Kibutsuji fall to such depths?

Medical bills.

The man had been a cardiac disaster since birth. His heart didn’t even bother to beat when he was born; he was declared stillborn, placed in a box, wheeled toward cremation—then suddenly decided to clock in with a half-assed thump. Muzan came back to life screaming like he already owed rent. Doctors ran tests and went, “Yeah, this kid’s gonna bankrupt someone.”

They were right.

His parents left him a trust fund, sure, but it was annihilated by decades of surgeries, medications, and equipment. Oh, and a massive condo building. That was his “inheritance.” Which sounded impressive, until he realized the electric bill alone was like feeding an army.

So, Muzan hatched a plan. Rent it out. Charge exorbitantly. Make that condo pay for his Prada habit.

There was one issue.

The place was haunted.

And not “oooOOOooo chain-rattling” haunted. Actual nightmare fuel. Muzan swore he’d seen a specter with six mouths on its chest, another that twisted itself into a Möbius strip with one eye glaring from its ribcage. The photos people snapped looked like Picasso fanart on steroids.

So one afternoon, Muzan sat across from Kagaya over tea, wearing his “I hate life” face.

“I swear, they’re real,” Muzan hissed, rubbing his temples. “Full-blown freak show. And every time I scream at them to get lost, they vanish—then new ones show up the next day! I can’t even sublet to exorcists because they won’t stop laughing at me!”

Kagaya delicately sipped his tea, serene as ever. “And they resist purification?”

Muzan groaned loud enough to shake the porcelain. “Purification, intimidation, threats of lawsuits—nothing works!”

Kagaya smiled like a man who’d just thought of the worst possible idea. “Then why not rent the condo to the ghosts themselves?”

Muzan stared. Long. Hard. Then dumped his entire cup of tea straight into the ficus in the corner.

The plant wilted instantly.

[doubly-magic]

PSA

EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)

(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).

the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.

STAY SAFE ON THE INTERNET GUYS!!

please reblog to spread this warning!!

[decemberwinter]

reblog if you’re profic, proship and anti harassing real people over fiction. so I can break into your house and declare my love to you

[midnighthimitsu-713]

yessss