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stranger things but it’s also sens8 where being in close contact with the upside down puts you at risk of it and now Steve, Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Billy, and Barb are stuck sharing a brain.
#stranger things#sens8 au#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#eddie munson#god do i need to tag all of them??#spicy six + barb and billy#will that work?
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It took one week of practice (and Marius' patience) for Lestat to learn how to use the camera settings but it was worth it (at least for Lestat)
Louickistat as this draw your ship challenge
#interview with the vampire#louickistat#nicki lives au etcetera#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#nicolas de lenfent#nickistat#loustat#louicolas#iwtvamc#draw challenge#sens8#inspired by
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Between Dusk and Dawn
@alxina & @xantissa
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Wu Xie/Wang Can
Characters: Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Wang Can (DMBJ Series), Wang Meng (DMBJ Series), Liu Sang (DMBJ Series), Wang Pangzi, Zhang Qiling
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU, Undercover, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time, Angst, Humor, Romance, The 10 years when Wu Xie was a mob widow
Summary:
When Wang Can stumbled onto Wu fucking Xie while hiding abroad, he expected everything but being told to play a goddamn honeytrap on the man! Sex he could deal with, but emotions were not supposed to be a part of this.
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He drove his motorcycle right up to the gate and leaned in on the signal until the guys at the gate cracked it open, already familiar with him even though he was only there if there was no other choice. He slammed the helmet on the handlebars and stomped his way into the house.
He couldn’t help but notice the beaten dog look on a few of the bodyguards who usually filled the house like cockroaches. He noticed at least one limp, and one face that looked like it had been slapped to hell and back. Then he saw one of the older teenagers he used as his current driver skulking along the back corridor, his face black and blue.
People scattered from him, the one guy leading him in only going as far as showing him the door to the office, from which Wang Can could hear shouting, before turning his back and disappearing.
As he stomped his way towards the office, the heavy wooden door opened and another bodyguard came out, half dragging a guy that Wang Can was passably familiar with, his eye swollen and nose bleeding, clothes in disarray.
A volley of expletives reached his ears as Wang Can walked into the room, and saw Chhota Akhil push a guy down on his knees while he rained blows on his head, screaming something which he didn’t understand but he got the gist anyway. Chhota Akhil was pissed.
Sensing his presence, Chhota Akhil stopped what he was doing and kicked the man away, and he scrambled into a corner near the chairs, still unable to leave the room without the boss’ direct order.
“So,” Chhota Akhil said, his nostrils flaring in barely reined in fury, “the man of the moment finally arrived!”
Wang Can stiffened at his tone, knowing that he was about to get cursed out by Chhota Akhil, since the man wasn’t really known for mincing his words when things went south, or actually never minced his words at all, judging by the way his subordinates reacted in the man’s presence.
“Tell me,” Chhota Akhil said, taking a step forward in his direction, and clicking his fingers at Wang Can, “is this how you planned to ruin me? By selling out to the competition? Don’t think I don’t know who ratted to those bastards in the revenue department.” He moved in even closer, almost breathing on Wang Can now. “You ungrateful piece of shit, I knew you were trouble right from the beginning, after all, chinkies are all good for nothing shits anyway! You robbing, lying scum!”
Wang Can fought the urge to curl his lip at the words. He wasn’t used to letting people talk like that to him, at least, not without a good dose of violence. Even when he was falling short on his lessons back in his training days, the trainers usually only yelled a real critique at him, not baseless abuse.
“You exceeded the limit of safe transport and I warned you what could happen if you did that,” Wang Can said, as calmly as he could make himself.
There were three bodyguards in the room, as well as the man on the floor, now bleeding a lot from a cut in his cheek that must have come from the signet ring on Chhota Akhil’s hand. The wife was here, too, but Wang Can didn’t pay her much attention. She was quiet, sitting far away in a plush chair beside the heavy desk where Chhota Akhil usually saw his guests. She wasn’t armed and wasn’t panicking, so he pushed her out of his mind. One of the bodyguards stood almost exactly halfway between Chhota Akhil and the woman, his back to her, his body just slightly tilted towards the boss, and Wang Can had the impression that he was more focused on protecting the wife than doing what the boss ordered.
The other two were focused on keeping the bleeding guy on the floor until their boss was ready to continue the beating.
“You dare to even speak?!” Chhota Akhil roared, so angry that spittle was flying from his lips, and he was so red in the face that he really did look about a minute away from a heart attack.
“I’m not the one who fucked up a perfectly good smuggling route,” Wang Can said, and he knew he shouldn’t, he knew he should stay quiet and weather the storm, but as much as he liked to pretend this was the same as any other mission, it wasn’t. There were no handlers here to tell him what he should do, to lay mission objectives, nobody to report to, and Wang Can really didn’t like the sheer fucking lack of diligence and professionalism in this whole damn business
#dmbj fic#wang can#wu xie#xiecan#between dusk and dawn#alxina#xantissa#can i say again how MUCH i love wang can being a badass?#also *does a gleeful little seat dance of right-ness* i KNEW it! a fully trained wang family member is too far above#the level of regular street crime! and as aptly demonstrated in earlier chapters has no patience for fools or incompetence!#so OF COURSE he starts organizing and optimizing for efficiency as he goes! but see it's still a total surprise HOW things happen#so much curiousity about the wife and if she's telling the truth! (i swear the second the british accent showed up i was agog)#(like thinking are we heading into james bond international spy territory now? is this woman a plant from interpol to get intelligence)#(on smuggling rings? is wang can gonna get recruited? hell for a second i was certain she was the power behind the cartel)#(and the husband was just a disposable patsy!) not like wang can would care - it got him a more professional working situation#and she was sharp! catching that moment he was considering going full nuclear to leave no witnesses - i'm picturing#like tina desai from sens8 now bc explosions were mentioned#now i'm distracted imagining wang can as like a 00-operative or whatever the chinese version is - or a bond babe? whatever#gets me a wet wang can emerging from the frothy waves in tight little swim trunks please (wu xie would bluescreen and crash ok?)#ooh! wu xie james bond au! *drools* (pangzi is boothroyd liu sang is his r xiaoge is 006 with amnesia and wu thinks he's dead!)#wait stop i'm getting distracted: you guys just throw in one aside and like my brain explodes - my joy at this fic being like~international~#knows no bounds okay? africa india presumably back to china it gives me those globe-trotting cinema thriller vibes#but more like the ending of casino royale (not literally please!) in that all of it -everything - is just a backdrop to the#emotional journeys of these two men - the callback to the phone that's wang can's lifeline to a respect and care that he's never#had before; wu xie's strained voice on the other end of the line as they're tied by nothing other than the mutual desire TO be connected#the fact that absent wang rules and proscriptions wang can is the kind of guy who feeds a stray he refuses to admit he's#adopted *at the same time* as he's a guy who breaks bones and snaps necks as second nature - i LOVE the way you write him#and i really do kind of wish this was a movie for real because i WANT the visuals you guys are conjuring up#plus again: the fight scene! *chef's kiss* and wang can's planning and logistics! (and the fact that he resorts to semi-replicating#the kind of environment he was used to as a kid - taking on trainees! trying to pass along skills! da-ge wang can! *cries*)
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Hernando and Lito want a baby AU?
When they first start exploring their options, Dani naturally offers her services as a surrogate–the problem is who would be the biological father. Hernando is adamant that Lito’s perfect genes must be passed on to their offspring, but nothing sends Lito into hysterics faster than the mention of him not having the mini-Hernando he’s always wanted and WHAT A CRIME TO ROB HIM OF THIS GIFT–
It’s Sun who suggests they adopt domestically–it makes Hernando nervous, but she reminds him that he and Lito have already created their own family outside of blood, so why not do the same for their own child (at least for the first one; in the back of his mind Lito is still plotting how he can someday win the argument and get his mini-Hernando after all).
When they get the call that a baby is coming their way, for once Lito is calm and Hernando is freaking out. Dani screams so loud the neighbors assume she’s been murdered and are equal parts unimpressed and disappointed when she runs over to tell them the news.
Despite life obligations and occasional drama, the cluster is as involved as can be when it comes to prepping for the Herlito baby: Riley is constantly texting Lito about baby names and links to lullaby playlists she’s carefully curated, Will teaches Hernando how to use a carseat (he attempts to teach Lito to but after an hour of melodrama he abandons that plan), Kala buys way too many baby clothes of every size and color and their P.O box is always full, Wolfgang pops in unannounced to babyproof the house, and Amanita and Nomi throw what should be a baby shower but is more like the parent-equivalent of a bachelor party.
Everyone flies in the first month to help out (even though Sun grumbles that “three people should be able to handle one baby on their own”, she’s really happy to be a part of it all). Capheus is a master at getting the baby to stop crying, to everyone’s delight. Hernando and Lito can’t bear to select only two godparents, so everyone is named Aunts and Uncles. The baby is six weeks old when they make their red carpet debut, nestled in a sequined baby carrier (gifted by Kala, of course) at their father’s new movie premiere. Hernando and Lito couldn’t be happier.
#lito#lito rodriguez#lito x hernando#hernando#hernando x lito#hernando and lito#lito and hernando#sense8#sense8 lito#sense8 au#sens8#headcanons#head canons#character headcanons#five headcanons#baby au#adoption au#nomi#amanita#wolfgang#kala#capheus#Riley blue#will gorski#sun#dani
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I need someone to share all of my dumb Homestuck AUs with.
Consider this an invitation.
Yes, you!
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Watercolour Sky
So here’s a dumb thing I wrote a while back to answer the question nobody asked: “What if all of your TTRPG characters were part of a cluster” (As in the Sens8 kind).
The sky in late spring
strokes of red, gold, grey against
watercolour blue
Avery stared down at the chemistry test. They hadn't studied much; the new Legend of Zelda game had come out last week and, well, it was a much more entertaining alternative to trying to memorise electron orbitals.
Solid sulfur and oxygen gas react to produce sulfur trioxide as shown below. In a particular experiment, 5.0 g of O2 are reacted with 6.0 g of S8.
S8 (s) + O2 (g) → SO3 (g)
Okay. So there's eight S's on one side, but only one on the other. So that needs to be an 8, which means–fuck, it was too early to be doing math–there are now 24 O's on the right side. Right?
“Yeah, that's right, which means there's 12 O2 on the left”, said a voice nearby with a Scottish accent.
Avery jumped, prompting a loud “Quiet!” from the examiner and annoyed looks from the other students nearby. Had nobody else heard that? They looked around for the source of the voice, and saw a young person standing just to the left, looking over their exam paper with mild interest. She–they?–had reddish-brown skin, flame-like hair, and was casually shouldering a baseball bat covered in strange symbols and markings.
“You need to find the limiting reagent. Start by calculating how many moles of each reagent you have, and how much product you can create using each of those amounts.”
“What. Who?-”
“Avery Watson,” the examiner stood up and walked over to the desk. In a low voice he said, “If you continue to not follow the simplest rule of examinations, I shall have you removed from the exam hall.”
Avery nodded. The stranger was gone. Am I losing it? Avery wondered.
“Fuck,” Naeris muttered. The elf was backed into a corner, three goons between them and their gun.
“Looks like this a dead end, Dick,” the smallest of the goons quipped. The other two laughed.
“Wow,” Naeris said. “Just hurry up and shoot me so I don't have to listen to your 'jokes'.” “You're out of tricks,” the medium goon said. “No gun, no holy symbol. No spells worth writing home about. We did our homework, see?”
“You're all standing awfully close together,” Naeris said in a voice that wasn't entirely theirs. They felt detached, separate from themself. A half-elf was standing where they had just been, a flour-spotted apron around his waist.
“What's that supposed to mean, elf?” the biggest goon asked.
“Oh, just that it means I can do this,” the half-elf said, and a bead of fire erupted from Naeris' fingertips and blossomed in the midst of the goons.
Naeris blinked, and was suddenly themself again. The limp, slightly charred bodies of the goons collapsed into a heap. Had that been a divine intercession? It hadn't felt like one, but Naeris offered a prayer of thanks to the Traveller anyway. Whatever had just happened, their life had been spared. Explanations could happen later.
Tenzin sat in his favourite park, overlooking the ocean, and thought of home. It was something that had been happening more often these days, longings for a return to the monastery and the brotherhood of his fellow monks. He exhaled deeply.
“You seem troubled,” a friendly voice said. Tenzin opened his eyes and saw a stranger dressed in plain robes. His skin was the colour of sunset, and covered in ritual scars that seemed to glow with an inner fire.
“I long to return home,” Tenzin said, smiling softly. “But my duties prevent it.”
“I know the feeling well,” the stranger sat. “I was just thinking the same thing, and was about to start my daily meditations. You don't mind if I do them here, do you?” He paused, and looked around. “Where is here, anyway?”
“We are in a park near London, though I suspect that name means little to you.”
“You'd be right. I'm Brandr, by the way,” Brandr said.
“Tenzin.”
When Tenzin opened his eyes again, the stranger was gone.
Seb grumbled. She didn't mind doing house-calls, but Nathaniel lived in the remotest corner of the valley. If he hadn't busted his cart, she should have forced him to come to the forge, but instead, here she was, carrying a new wagon wheel half-way across the damn forest.
Ari grumbled. She didn't mind doing house-calls, but the Baker's were antagonist towards her at worst, and silently judgemental at their best. They disapproved of what they called her “lifestyle choices”, but she was also the only person in town who could fix their dishwasher. Making them uncomfortable was just one of the perks of the job.
“Fucking assholes,” Ari muttered to herself.
“Pipe-cloggers the lot of them,” Seb muttered to herself in agreement. Then stopped and stared. A young woman in strange clothes, with vividly purple hair arranged rather lop-sidedly was walking alongside her.
“Who the fuck,” Ari yelled as she noticed a stranger walking alongside her. She was wearing rough, homespun clothes spotted with soot and burns and carrying a wagon wheel.
The two woman stared at each other.
Seb looked around at the small town that surrounded them in amazement. The buildings looked so different to her village. The sheer amount of glass everywhere must have cost a fortune!
Ari stared at the thatched wooden houses and open fields. It all looked so… quaint. So… medieval.
And then they were both back where they started, alone.
“Damn outsiders must have slipped me something in my drink,” Seb sighed, and shouldered the wagon wheel.
#writing#mine#what the fuck do I even tag this as#rpg sens8 au?#avery watson#roshan mckay#naeris#aidan cooper#tenzin#brandr halvard#ari dekker#seb lalonde#selfindulgent bullshit is what it is
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V/llain - Masterlist
007 FEST 2020
Headcanons
AU where Eve is a field agent
[5 Points]
Fics [>750wc]
Traveler in the night (in the flesh)
Silva's terrible, no good day at work (Silva/Mallory)
Life, Death, Love(Eve/Q)
Pirates and booze, a great combination(James/Eve/Q)
Eve Moneypenny, Jedi Master(Eve&Q)
[25 Points]
Fics [750-2500wc]
Visits, sens8 AU (Eve/Q)
The bite in the night and the secret teeth society(James&Eve&Q)
[20 Points]
Sketches
Q
Pirate!James
Pirate!Q
[15 Points]
Pictures
Picture take by Minion #18 in front of MI6
[10 Points]
Paintings
Bill Tanner|City Council x Q|Station Management(Q/Tanner)
Eve - Dignity 1/2
Eve - Dignity 2/2
Mermaid AU
[60 Points]
Recepies
Q-branch Saturday night dish
[5 Points]
Others
Code
[5 Points]
Events Attended
4
[4 Points]
Scavenger Hunt items
#8
#9
#90
[75 Points]
Comments
5
[5 Points]
Bonus Points
6x rarepair
1x from the shared prompt tables
(+ 3 bc its from a previous fest)
[38 Points]
Total points: 267
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I forgot you did a Lena sense8 au. I’m rewatching and god that show was something else.
Heck, so did I. I don’t think I ever finalized who her cluster would have been. Maybe one day I’ll return to it and give it the attention it deserves. Sens8 deserves all the aus.
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The sens8 au gets funny if you take a hard right turn, make it an AU where they weren't adopted but were still born on the same day etc with powers- intensifies the forced siblings vibe TUA has in s1.Hey this weird rude old guy connected our brains together so I Guess We're Siblings Now. If I met you IRL I'd throw hands but hey that's the guy who insulted you, I keyed his car and am running for my life and that's why everyone in the brain bond is out of breath now, you're welcome >:)
Wait are you implying that Reginald managed to induce the brain bond somehow? Maybe he’s surveying them from afar or something, treating them like experiments, so they have to hand together to stop him
Also. These kids have questionable but varying morality and even worse impulsive control. Their brain-siblings would help in some ways (helping Vanya stand up for herself, fighting anyone that tries to fuck with Klaus, etc) but in other situations, make things SO much worse
I ask this every single time, but how does Five fit in to this? Is he just raised by his bio mum, the same age as the rest of them? And can we please have Ben survive. PLEASE.
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Not sure if you have ever watched sens8, but its like people from different places can just appear to each other as visiting and sometimes share their experiences and abilities by taking control of the other persons body for a bit. I say this because Njord sens8 au where Nott visits Fjord and they have a picnic or she helps him make a chemical he was having a hard time figuring out.
@twinvax
I have seen Sense8! So, I am totally up for this. I am imagining the Wolfgang and Kala scene where she is helping do the make a bomb thing so gonna go with the Nott helping Fjord make a chemical.
Having a deep and meaningful connection with a single person was hard to come by, but eight? Well, sometimes it was overwhelming. However, there was no denying that Fjord felt the strongest connection to Nott. She was married, but they still made it work and he husband was surprisingly supportive of their…arrangement.
They had never met before for real but it didn’t take away the special relationship they shared. Fjord had grown up an orphan and mostly alone, so having this family now meant more to him than he felt comfortable admitting.
He had gotten a job as a sailor and they had gotten into a spot of trouble. Right now that didn’t matter. Pirates had boarded and insisting they had their contraband. Fjord was holed up down below where the canons and gun powder were but he was pinned down by thugs with guns. His heart was racing and he mentally shouted as loud as he could out to Nott.
The mental scream shocked her out her sleep, sitting up and panting heavily as it took a moment for her mind to register what exactly what was going on. Being in different time zones was quite irritating at times. She carefully got out of bed, so as to not disturb her husband sleeping by her side.
It didn’t take long to make the connection between them more concrete and be able to see through his eyes. She began helping him guide through making a small bomb out of the gun powder and other items around the around the area. ‘No not that!’ She couldn’t help the shriek in her voice when Fjord almost grabbed the wrong thing but quickly corrected even before the mental warning finished.
‘Are you sure this is gonna work?’ It wasn’t that Fjord doubted Nott, he just did not like the idea of blowing up his own ship. An annoyed huff in his head was the only response he got. ‘Right.’ He lit the fuse and threw the bomb as far away from himseld as possible and promptly began running the other way.
The explosion, while localized and small, was still in the hull of the ship. It wasn’t sinking fast, but now there was even more chaos and danger into a situation that already had too much of both.
His ears were ringing and he was a little steady on his feet, but he could still feel Nott and it brought him comfort and guidance.
Despite the distance between them, the explosion was just as real to her as it was to Fjord. Nott had moved to the kitchen and took a drink to help steel her nerves. ‘Keep moving. Get off the ship!’
The ship was an absolute madhouse, as crew mates and pirates alike began to panic and abandon ship. Fjord was not the most graceful and the ship was listing and dipping, so that didn’t help much either. He did more tripping than anything but eventually he found himself back on the deck. There was screaming and running all around.
By the time he had gotten up top, the lifeboats that were still functional had been taken. There was little other choice but to jump at this point.
‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Nott hissed at him. There had to be a better way. It was hard to tell if the panic and fear she was feeling now was of Fjord or her own anxiety for his well being. A combination of both, most likely. She took another drink.
‘I don’t see any other way outta this! ‘msorry.’ Fjord dove with expertise and went under the water. It wasn’t storming, but he was in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. Maybe if he could swim to one of the lifeboats nearby.
The bottle she was drinking from was almost empty now as she watched Fjord swim.
‘I wish you wouldn’t...’ The thought was practically mumbled. He couldn’t help but worry about her alcoholism. And right now, it wasn’t helping him.
‘It helps me!’ She argued, unable to hide the anger rising now.
This was not the time to be arguing so he let it go for now. Fjord focused on the objective at hand, but he just couldn’t swim fast enough to get to a lifeboat and trying to yell for attention only left him coughing up seawater. He was a strong swimmer but even so he could only last so long before he began getting tired. ‘Will you stay with me?’ It was selfish but he could use the comfort.
‘Of course.’ Nott was smart and was trying to think of other ways to help, but she couldn’t come up with anything else. Was she going to have to watch him die? ‘I put the bottle down.’
Fjord smiled. ‘I know. Thank ya kindly.’ She loved hearing that drawl of his, even if it wasn’t real. Might as well humor her one last time.
They fell silent after that. No words needing to be spoken. They basked in each other’s presence, finding comfort and love there.
That was until Nott lost the connection and crumbled to her knees on the floor. “Fjord...” She whispered his name out loud, glared at the near empty bottle at this point, before picking it up and throwing it against the wall in absolute rage.
Drowning was an awful death. Fjord wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Or at least...he had thought he had? Was he dead? Was this the after life? He couldn’t feel Nott or any of the rest of the Mighty Nein. There was a presence that he sensed but he didn’t recognize it all.
#twinvax#Critical Role#Njord#Fjott#I don't know anything about chemistry so....#I went on the vague side of things#Also AU where Fjord gets his powers because he blows up his own ship to save himself#Will I write that?#No idea but it is rattling around in my head now#But I Still have prompts to finish up for you patient folks#Uh also a possible part two this because of how I left the ending#This ended up really angsty#Sorry/notsorry
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bau aus we all need, donT ARGUE. i’m right about this:
sens8
dark matter
one where they all go into witness protection together and have to pretend to be the weirdest family
pacific rim
#im right youre wrong shut up#i dnd't have to type that it's a popular tag apparently#because its' a tryguysrefernce
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SWTOR Sens8 idea
I’ve been staring at my legacy tree on swtor and I just can’t bring myself to make them blood relatives. I mean my characters are all so different and come from different places and I realized there were 8 mains.
One for each class.
Like a cluster.
From sens8…
Sensate AU where your characters are connected through their minds, like a Force Bond between the eight of them because they were born at the same time.
And whenever one of them encounters a problem they can’t solve, another will step into their mind and take over their body.
Prymis can’t unlock this door? Soren steps in and slices the controls.
Braelen loses his pistols and can’t fight someone stronger than him? Zsora comes in and starts doing massive flips and kicks their butt.
Theodal is feeling conflicted about the dark side affecting his actions, Kaama Ri steps in to talk to him about it and share an anecdote.
I feel like it fits so well. And they don’t necessarily like each other but they’re still part of the same cluster and the Emperor tries to take control (ala whispers) when he brainwashes the JK.
And then there’s the random commentary.
Like Kallig will be in the middle of a dark council meeting and Braelen will walk by and be “Nice evil dictatorship design you’ve got going here. It really says ‘We’re evil’ with class.” And Kallig is just trying to ignore him.
Then the bounty hunter shows up like “Is this the part where you kill each other in glorious combat?” Kallig seething at this point.
Soren pops up with “There are several structural instabilities in this room, my Lord. I suggest you finish your business quickly…”
Kallig throws a fit and storms out and the Dark Council is like wut?
Aw man, if only I had the time and motivation to write this fanfic…
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Hi, I just wanted to say I want more of your Sens8 AU.
Hells yeah my dude I got you!
https://critical-ramblings.tumblr.com/post/186189312023/fortunes-favor
Also, I have plots floating around in the ether for this AU, but who knows whether or not they will coalesce. I mean, juggling 8 storylines is really enough for one day.
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fxlconsnest replied to your post: Wishlist
sens8 au…..fake dating au…… big yes
riiiight? do the things with me. let’s talk.
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Lito X Hernando Dirty Dancing AU
Spending the summer at a Mexico resort with his family, Hernando develops a crush on the camp’s salsa instructor, Lito. When Lito’s dance partner Dani becomes unable to perform, amateur dancer Hernando must step in as Lito’s new partner. As Hernando’s dance skills improve, he and Lito fall deeply in love, giving them both a summer to remember.
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#sense8#lito rodriguez#lito x hernando#lito#sense8 lito#sens8#dirty dancing#dirty dancing au#sense8 au#hernando#hernando x lito#hernando and lito#lito and hernando#dani and lito#my edit#made by me#herlito#sense8edit#sense8edits#Netflix sense8#sense8 netflix
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The only thing that stops me from writing a Dragon Age: Origins Sens8 AU is that I suck at plotting and continuity and people would need to give me about 10 years to maybe be done with that.
#sens8#da:o#but like imagine the possibilities#idek amell being bullied and getting street-fighting brosca help?#cousland only able to free herself because tabris is helping her pick locks?#all the drama?#the wardens basically trying to collect clusters?
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