#kerasines

and on that tree i’ll carve your name ‘cos in years to come we both know we won’t be the same you asked me to climb i never learned but if you ask me for my fire just watch me burn

— secret worlds, the amazing devil

Ground Control to Major Tomlinson by safetyfilm | T | 3343 What if Space Oddity's Major Tom was Major Louis W. Tomlinson, on his first endeavor to the moon?

Let's get physical by Kerasines | E | 3557 They scratch at their skin with their fingernails, barely long enough to be of any use, but enough to feel a slight sting, setting their nerve endings alight for a split‐second and eliciting a gasp – their mouth falls open without their say‐so, lungs sucking in the atmosphere, a mere reflex compelling them to do so. Oxygen. Many of Earth’s species require oxygen to live, including humans, they know that.

the stars look very different today by colourexplosion | T | 5445 Harry's an alien who blogs about aliens. Liam's a human. Or is he? an AU

Like Vines (We Intertwine) by turnyourankle | T | 8406 The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

Only Been Here One Time by alienharry | nr | 9979 “Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?” Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?” “Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.” - The Alien!Harry fic I was destined to write

Alien Roadtrip! by HelloAmHere | E | 16378 For the first time in his life, Louis doesn’t know where he’s going. Harry doesn’t mind. OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

wishing you were them by momentofclarity | T | 20442 “Hmm, um…” Harry takes a deep breath and then he looks into Louis’ eyes. Louis’ breath falters on the way up his throat. Harry’s eyes that were a murky green just moments ago now glimmer emerald and Louis can’t look away. “I promise I’ll explain everything just… just tell me if you feel this too or if… is this just… do you feel this?” The heat of the water makes his skin smart, but he lowers himself down below the surface anyway, allowing the sounds to dull in his ears and the light to break through the water. He stares up at the ceiling, eyes burning as he refuses to shut them, just lets himself linger there for a few precious moments. Then he tilts his head up until his face breaks the surface—the rest of him still submerged. This is the only place that even comes close to the weightlessness of them. The only place that makes it possible for him to recall even just a caress of what utter elation used to feel like.

A King Beside You by stylinsoncity | M | 25949 When the aliens invade, the last thing Louis expects is to fall in love.

aaskljdjkldsfklj for context (x) i'm so sorry but i will be making this angsty LMAO and uhhh shockingly it will definitely be more than 3 sentences...

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

Just listen to the voice in your head!

Yeah, cause that's worked out so well for him in the past. He bites his tongue, doesn't say anything. He'll learn eventually, they all say when they think he can't hear them, and Ajax wonders when exactly 'eventually' is supposed to be.

Not anytime soon, probably.

"Ajax..." His teacher is nice. Polite and friendly and clearly trying, but- well, he knows that look. The same one his mom has when he says something wrong, something he shouldn't say out loud. His stomach twists.

"Did you draw this?" He sets the paper down in front of Ajax, a page overflowing with red red red. The red that lives inside his head all the time, where that voice is supposed to be.

Did I kill that too?

He shakes his head sharply, trying to make his thoughts disappear.

"Your friends told me they saw you drawing it. Would you like to tell me the truth this time?" Mr. Pierro says, very patient with him. He always is. It makes Ajax squirm in his seat.

"It's okay if you drew it, I'm not going to be upset with you. But I will give you a fair warning that if you did, we might need to change your schedule a little bit."

Ajax stares at the page, at the dark lines, deep cuts from sharp knives that he's too afraid to touch in real life - not because he's afraid of them, only afraid what he'll do if he lets himself hold one.

"Why would it change?" His heart beats loud in his ears - he's heard of what they do to bad people like him, people who want to hurt other people for fun. Just because they want to. His mom let him pick out a detective book last time they went to the library.

He gets caught, and bad things happen.

"Nothing bad," Mr. Pierro says, like he can see inside Ajax's head. Ajax curls his hands tight around the seat of the wooden chair. "But we might have to have you talk with someone."

"T-talk?" Talk, like they do in the book: Ajax sitting handcuffed to a table, some faceless detective towering over him on the other side of the desk, scaring him with all the bad things that'll happen if he doesn't confess. He hunches over, shakes his head again, tries to make the red disappear.

It doesn't.

If they find out, they'll lock me up for forever, I'll never be allowed to go play with my friends again, I'll never get to go home and see Tonia or mom or-

"It would just be a conversation, Ajax. Nothing that you have to worry about. Did you draw this?"

This is how they get him, isn't it? He was stupid to think he could ever escape, the good guys always catch the bad guys in the end, don't they? His fingers hurt where they try to dig into the chair, into the solid wood.

If you're honest with him, he can protect you, a voice says between his ears, and it doesn't sound like his voice. Or Mr. Pierro's. Or his mom's or sister's or brother's or-

Are you the good voice? he asks, eyes wide and hopeful - maybe he has one! Maybe it's okay, maybe he isn't really bad, his voice just took a while to show up, and he doesn't have to-

Of course I am. Now don't be stupid, you know he knows the truth. Admit it, and he'll help you. Doesn't he always?

She- the voice, it definitely sounds like a she - makes a lot of sense. Ajax twists his lips, takes a deep breath. He's scared, but they do that in the book, don't they? They make it easier on the bad guy if they tell the truth.

"I...I drew it," he says fast and quiet and terrified, but the voice in his head says good job and Mr. Pierro says okay and smiles at him and-

And maybe she'll help him, the voice. Maybe he's not a bad person after all, and he just needed her.

IT’S ME I HAVE RETURNED 🥺💗

i could get into the power dynamics, or the enemies to lovers thing, or the long history full of potential conflict, or their very "same but opposite" energies on many levels (all of which mostly comes down to individual taste) but i also recently realized that in 2020, geralt/emhyr has the additional appeal of "imagine if your government was run by a guy who's actually competent and smart and cares about both his subjects as well as you and your family, specifically"

Yeah, as is... perhaps obvious from the Emhyr/Geralt fics I’ve posted so far, I am also super into “Emhyr is Geralt’s super rich and powerful boyfriend who will give him anything material or political, including for instance passing on his empire to their much more ethical and progressive daughter.” 

Emhyr is also, for all his ruthlessness, the kind of person who you can pretzel-twist into being really generous and treating people really well as sheer enlightned self-interest. Loyal, happy subjects are a better tax base, and so on. He’s ruthless and perhaps cruel, but he’s not mean or sadistic. He’s pursuing goals. 

@jlf23tumble​ and @kerasines​ are both AMAZING and tagged me in this 7 albums thing. I went for the 7 albums I’ve enjoyed the most this year (which was surprisingly hard, I feel like there’s been a real lack of good music in 2020 - just to add to the overall Disappointment of this Hell Year). 

These are the ones I chose: 

1. Folklore - Taylor Swift 

2. Chromatica - Lady Gaga 

3. Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa 

4. Ungodly Hour - Chloe X Halle 

5. What’s Your Pleasure? - Jessie Ware 

6. Suga - Megan Thee Stallion 

7. Sawayama - Rina Sawayama

These are all wonderful albums and if you haven’t listened, I would highly recommend each of them. 

I wanted to write something short and sweet as a mental palate cleanser so I went back to the prompts I have saved, and this one... kind of got away from me, whoops. Oh well, hope y'all enjoy.

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"He's just so - ugh!" Max said, pacing and throwing up her hands in frustration. "I thought he was getting better when he apologized to everyone! He was so much less of a dick, I don't even care if I had to scare him into it. But now he's just - he won't tell me anything! He's sneaking around and he's quiet for once and it's like -" She stopped moving and picked at one cuticle, cutting herself short. 

Steve bit his tongue. He knew what it was like. Billy had told him one evening, laying on his couch circled by crumpled beer cans and wreathed in halos of pot smoke like some kind of Keg King Jesus. It was like Billy's first real boyfriend all over again. When Billy was planning to leave, and Max found out and told, because she didn't want to be left alone in a house with Neil and her mom. So he definitely couldn't tell her the real reason Billy was acting like this. The risk was too high. Instead he asked, "Did he used to tell you things?" even though he knew the answer. 

"I mean, kinda, back in California," Max said, still picking at that cuticle. Steve stifled the urge to pull her hands apart, like he would if she was Billy, who had the same habit. "Not like, big things, but he'd tell me if he was going to some party or if he was just out with his friends, no matter what he told Neil. So, like, I could call him if I really needed a ride or I'd know he was drunk and had to get someone else. He started doing it again for a couple of months and then he stopped. But - " She stopped picking her cuticles and put her nails in her mouth instead. 

"What?" Steve prompted. 

"He's started pulling my hair again!" Max burst out, stomping her foot. 

"Your hair?" Steve asked, bewildered. He hadn't heard this part. 

"He used to pull on my hair and call me names when we first met, so I knew he didn't like me as much as I didn't like him. But it was our thing and he stopped before we moved. And now he started again and maybe he's telling me that he doesn't really like me again and he won't miss me when he leaves!" Max said, and promptly burst into angry tears. 

Steve reached out hesitantly and patted her shoulder. Given an opening, she threw her hands around his neck and sobbed into his chest. He gingerly patted her back. "Look, uh, I really shouldn't tell you this, but I know for a fact Billy isn't leaving," he said. They'd put a deposit down on a shitty apartment just that morning, actually. He wasn't touching the rest of that shit. That was between Billy and Max. 

"How would you know?" Max asked, sniffling. 

"He told me, Max, how do you think?" Steve sighed. He knew she didn't know they were friends, and there were a few reasons why Billy didn't let his dad know who his friends were, but only one reason for Max not to know. 

Max squinted suspiciously at him. "Why would he tell you that? You don't even like each other," she said, pulling away. 

"Well, we're getting an apartment together, so he kinda has to know, shitbird," Billy said from the doorway. They both startled. "Nice job keeping your mouth shut, pretty boy," he added, but he didn't sound mad. 

Steve sighed. "I'm a sucker for a pretty face crying, I guess," he said, smiling. Billy shook his head, but he was a little pink at the tips of his ears. He ought to know.

Hi Kim! <3 Thank you for this. It was a nice distraction.

1. How has your day been? 

Today is a bit of a tough day so far but I am determined to get some writing done and maybe I’ll try to get out into the fresh air later, when it’s not as busy.

2. What is the last thing that made you smile? 

I think it was this post because it cause me to fully giggle at the captions.

3. What's keeping you entertained these days?

Mostly fanfiction to be honest. And I started a new TV show. I’ve also been enjoying a lot of the quarantine content that YouTubers have been putting out.

4. If you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to achieve in this time? 

I would like to get a lot of writing done as well as work on language learning. It’s been going okay so far but it could definitely be going better too. Mostly, I’m trying to be kind to myself and don’t beat myself down about the unproductive days, especially since my mental health is a bit fragile in these crazy times. 

5. Post a selfie! 

This was taken on the 1st of January and you can clearly see that I love my dog a whole lot. Both her and our older family dog have been a real saving grace these past couple of weeks.