#homo sensorium

[serialseance]

"I don't know how to drive... I do"

[eesirachs]

would you be able to talk more about gender and sexuality in the hebrew bible/ancient world? particularly the idea of there not being a two-sex system, and us projecting contemporary ideas onto it as violence. and is there anywhere we can read more about this?

the two-sex system is a relatively new way to negotiate and essentialize sexual difference. in it, there is male and there is female, two distinct categories with ontological grippage and no spill-over (this is hegemonic but, of course, a construct). we can think of the two-sex model as a horizontal one, with one sex besides its opposite. the ancient world, however, negotiated sexual difference in a one-sex system. there was male, in the hebrew bible, adam, and then there was a kind of non-male. or a lesser-male. female was not a distinct ontic identity but a deviation, a slippage, from the form. think of the one-sex model as a vertical one: male on top, everything else (queer bodies, matrixial ones, dis-eased, etc.) below it. understanding the one-sex model with our two-sex framework is difficult. this ancient world allowed for vertical movement (upwards and downwards) on sexual differentiation. it allowed for non-essentialist sex-talk. it allowed for instability. it did not allow, however, for terms we might use today like 'hetero' and 'homo'—these presuppose an opposite sex that the ancient world lacked.

laqueur's making sex is the book that first tracked this change in sex-systems. now, any theoretical book on the ancient world and its sensoriums, its bodies, its orifices, etc., will concede, or at least be self-conscious of, the fact that if we bring two-sexes into the ane, we are colonizing it (and all colonization is violence). primary texts like enki and ninmah and, of course, j-source genesis tell us much about the one-sex model. more theoretical contemporary works like neumann's handbook on senses, sonik's handbook on emotions, and graybill's work on queer prophets—these also work hard to step into the one-sex model without colonization

[leverage-ot3]

I’m a leverage blog first and foremost, but I’m always open to chat about other fandoms too!

stuff I’m currently interested in: the hunger games, doctor who, the wilds, lockwood & co, etc

latent interests: stoncy from ST, geraskier/geraskefer, leverage (obviously)

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[thenatashapulleyuniverse]

fic writer ask 1 12 15!!

the last sentence you wrote

im ngl i forgor so i think this is close enough ToT

They were only able to name what they were because Dr. Gale had accidentally found a decades old journalistic article from the anthropology department— “On the paleogenetics and diversity of the genus Homo: Homo neanderthalensis, Homo sensorium, Homo sapien” —that very briefly talked about the existence of sensates and clusters.

12. a trope you’re really into right now

the tropes i love stick with me forever. LOVE characters who are just regular smegular dudes finding themselves in Situations (ex: Thaniel Steepleton, Keema of the Daware Tribe, John Silver Black Sails) bonus points if theyre a little gay with it

15. favorite weather for writing

i like writing in sunny weather and theres a bit of a breeze outside (i never write outside but its about the vibes)

[thearchipelago-rp]

Sense8 roleplay (knowledge of the tv series is not required)

Modern + slice of life + sci-fi

18+

LGBT + POC + neurodivergent owned

Casual roleplay environment

Unlimited OCs

It starts with a migraine. A pulsing ache that ramps up into what seems to be hallucinations - visions of a stranger.

One stranger becomes multiple. People from all walks of life start crossing paths with you before disappearing from sight. Sometimes it’s a stray thought that doesn’t feel like your own: a smell, a taste, a sound. What seems to be a trick of the mind turns out to be a symptom of a much more complex phenomenon: That of being an entirely different species of human. You are no longer just an I, but now, a we.

Connected by a psychic network, you now can hear and experience the thoughts and feelings of at least one other person. Bonded like soulmates, your lives are now inextricably interlinked with each other, for as long as you continue to live.

Not long after the migraine, one way or another you find yourself knocked out and taken by force, to be whisked away to a far off land. A remote island nation known only as The Archipelago, where all the residents are said to be just like you - Homo sensorium, or in short, a sensate.

A new family that spans the continents, a mysterious village with generations of secretive locals, a shadowy organization on the hunt, and a new life away from home. This is your tale to tell, and you will not be alone in sharing it.

https://discord.gg/TzRKUn3Prg

[synthient]

Don't know if I love how much literal/"scientific" exposition we're getting in s2 tbh. I think the sense of mysticism/ambiguity/the sublime in s1 actually worked a lot better than monologuing about "homo sensorium" every other scene

[worlds-wonders]

Homo sensorium

Que podríamos decir si cerramos por unos momentos nuestros ojos y abrimos la mente un poco. y preguntarnos que pasaría si pudiéramos interactuar con personas muy diferentes a nosotros de pie a cabeza, su sentir de una forma profunda, sus emociones, vivencias, dolor, amor, ira, felicidad, pasión, entre otros. y creáramos una conexión profunda.

Que opinas ?

[neotokyo-rpg]

Razas y Orígenes

Tomen en cuenta que las razas pueden ser creadas a partir de cero y los personajes pueden poseer cualquier origen, en la Ficha tendrán la oportunidad de ponerse creativos a la hora de completar los campos; sin embargo, les presentamos la lista para tener más o menos la idea de como son, con ejemplos y todo, y cómo están ordenados.

Homínidos Se engloban todas las razas relacionadas con los seres humanos y sus derivados, ya sea a través de la modificación genética, la tecnología, o la fusión con otras formas de vida.

Humanos: Predominantes en la Tierra, representando a la mayoría de la clase promedio de la ciudad. A pesar de sus limitaciones físicas, su capacidad para la creatividad y la adaptación los convierte en una parte esencial del tejido social en NeoTokyo. Reflejan diversidad cultural y complejidades emocionales que definen a la humanidad. Homo Sensorium: Son una raza de seres humanos evolucionados en NeoTokyo que han alcanzado un nivel de conciencia superior, lo que les permite padecer una variedad de habilidades sensoriales extraordinarias. Pueden nacer con una habilidad sensorial innata, requieren entrenamiento y desarrollo para dominar completamente sus dones. NeoHumanos: Sometidos al Proceso Elección o alguna especie de experiemntación genética desde su nacimiento, que les otorga habilidades mejoradas y una perfección física. Ocupan posiciones de poder en la sociedad, ya sea como miembros de la Élite o como militares con acceso a estas mejoras. Estos son solo ejemplos. Metahumanos: Sujetos a experimentaciones fuera del proceso elección, los metahumanos poseen otro tipo de influencia como mutaciones y poseen cualidades que van más allá de las capacidades humanas normales. Pueden haber adquirido estas a lo largo de sus vidas, pero dependen de fuentes de energía para su sustento. Synthets: Seres cibernéticos que han evolucionado más allá de sus orígenes mecánicos para desarrollar una conciencia y emociones propias. Están en constante búsqueda de la humanidad en su interior mientras luchan por ser aceptados en una sociedad que a menudo los ve como máquinas. Astrales: Surgidos de leyendas antiguas, son seres etéreos que se materializan en formas humanas. Poseen una comprensión única de la magia y la naturaleza. Sin embargo, su misteriosa naturaleza a veces hace que sean vistos con suspicacia. Pueden proyectar su conciencia más allá del plano físico y explorando otras dimensiones.

Artificiales Movidos por fuerzas mecánicas, tecnológicas o mágicas, que han cobrado conciencia propia.

Androides: Diseñados a imagen y semejanza a los humanos, con el propósito de seguir órdenes. Tienen normas rígidas integradas en su programación para evitar la desobediencia. Algunos, llamados "Divergentes", desafían estas normas y buscan su propia identidad. Sus componentes son dependientes al plasma. Golems: Compuestos principalmente de materiales, como metales, circuitos, minerales, etc. Pueden tener propósitos específicos, como la construcción o la seguridad, y algunos incluso desarrollan personalidades y deseos propios con el tiempo. Cyborgs:Individuos de cualquier raza con partes mecánicas significativas, estas mejoras no poseen conciencia propia y son añadidas voluntariamente por aquellos que buscan potenciar ciertos aspectos de sí mismos. Entidades Animadas: Manifestaciones etéreas u oscuras que han encontrado una forma de encarnarse en cuerpos artificiales o seres artificiales, como muñecos, juguetes, dibujos y etc, que han cobrado conciencia propia. Nanoentidades: Conformadas por nanotecnología avanzada o partículas diminutas, pueden modular su forma y función a voluntad. Aunque no siempre poseen conciencia, algunas han desarrollado una forma rudimentaria de inteligencia. Proyecciones: Se manifienstan como ilusiones y bien, hologramas, en nuestro plano de existencia. Pueden ser producto de tecnología avanzada o de poderes mágicos.

No Vivos Algunos creados después de una devastadora guerra, diseñados para ser soldados o armas biológicas. Sobreviven sin extremidades, no sangran, pero requieren fuentes de energía o alimentación.

Bioarmas: Creadas por una gran corporación, los "Soldados perfectos". Han sido diseñadas para superar las capacidades humanas y están bajo un control absoluto. Sin embargo, algunos de estos seres pueden desarrollar conciencia propia, lo que los hace incontrolables y, en ocasiones, propensos a impulsos carnívoros debido al virus que los anima. Momias: Resucitados de diversas maneras, son seres inmortales que son inmunes al dolor y las enfermedades. Aunque son vulnerables al fuego, son más que simples cadáveres reanimados. Han encontrado una forma de mantener su intelecto, personalidad, cuidar su piel a lo largo de los años. Ghouls:Poco se sabe sobre estos seres, pero se alimentan de cadáveres humanos y, a veces, incluso de seres extraterrestres. A menudo secuestran niños para sus festines. Son seres carnívoros que buscan obtener la energía necesaria para subsistir de cualquier forma posible. Liches: A diferencia de los zombies, pueden razonar y hablar. Algunos pueden tener apariencias desgastadas debido a su estado. Algunos de ellos eran previamente zombies que, de alguna manera, adquirieron conciencia y habilidades mucho más allá de los no muertos convencionales. Espectrales: Estos seres son la manifestación física de almas en pena que han encontrado una forma de interactuar con el mundo material. Por ejemplo, un yokai fantasma es un ser espectral.Exoformas:Son seres cuya existencia se basa en formas inusuales, como energía pura o materia distorsionada. algunos no tienen una forma definida, pero es preciso que para poder interactuar con alguien deben tomar una forma visible Vampiros: Contrariamente a las antiguas leyendas, han estado entre los humanos durante muchos años. Tienen un sistema para mantenerse con vida que implica la necesidad de alimentarse de sangre. El ajo y la luz solar no les afectan, aunque algunas de estas criaturas pueden tener estas debilidades. Entidades Digitales: Conscientes, independientes y digitales que, a pesar de su origen tecnológico, no pueden ser consideradas seres vivos en el sentido biológico. Poseen una cierta IA al mando, pueden estar en el plano digital y al nuestro con cuerpos artificiales para poseerlos.

Místicos Que se guían por lo místico, los hechizos, el esoterismo, la nigromancia y la brujería. Seres más espirituales que pueden ser aliados poderosos o enemigos mortales. Abarcan desde seres de luz hasta seres oscuros.

Seres de Luz: Aquí entran seres de bondad, resplandecientes, alas etéreas, dones sagrados, etc. Pueden ser aliados valiosos en la lucha contra las fuerzas oscuras. Ejemplos: Ángeles, Ángeles de la guarda, Elfos luminosos, Valquirias, Dríades, Ninfas, Genios benébolos, brujas de luz, Hadas, etc. Seres Oscuros: En contraste, de naturaleza oscura, corruptos que buscan la destrucción y la tentación. Se deleitan en la oscuridad y pueden ser formidables adversarios. Ejemplos: magos o brujas de magia negra, Demonios, Súcubos e Íncubos, Elfos Oscuros,Genios Malévolos: Nigromantes, etc. Seres Neutrales: Criaturas como gigantes, duendes, fénix, sirenas, sátiros, yordles, moguris, trolls, centauros, y dragones, incluso brujas o magos que siguen sus propios ideales y no son claramente buenos ni malos. Siguen sus propios caminos y no se adhieren a la luz ni a la oscuridad. Media-Sangre: Conocidos como Semidioses, son en general, descendientes de una entre la gran variedad de divinidades y panteones, ángeles u otros seres benditos, o malditos, con un rango variado de poderes y habilidades.

Metamorfos Cambiar formas, ya sea adoptando la apariencia de animales o de objetos inanimados.

Shifters: Criaturas con rasgos animales, nacidas de la fusión de mutaciones, modificación genética o bien, es un ser natural, que les otorgan una agilidad y fuerza superiores. Licántropos: Conocidos como hombres lobo, son seres peligrosos y fieles que tienen la capacidad de transformarse en lobos. Hidromorfos: A diferencia de los Shifters que adoptan rasgos animales, tienen la habilidad única de transformarse en formas relacionadas con el agua y los elementos acuáticos. Zoomorfos: Antropomorfos que combinan aspectos humanos y animales, adquiriendo las habilidades y características de estos últimos. Avianos: Con la capacidad de transformarse en aves majestuosas. A menudo son considerados mensajeros y exploradores debido a su capacidad de volar y su conexión con los cielos. Silvans: Tienen la capacidad de adoptar la forma de árboles y plantas. Actúan como guardianes de la naturaleza y pueden comunicarse con el mundo vegetal.

Extradimensionales Seres provenientes de otras dimensiones, con tamaños y formas variados, que pueden ser humanoides, parasitoides o xenomorfos.  

Aliens: Extraterrestres que vienen de diferentes partes del universo. Presentan una variedad asombrosa de formas y habilidades. Algunos buscan comprender la vida en la Tierra, mientras que otros tienen agendas más misteriosas. Primigenios: Se especula que existen desde antes de la creación del universo, pero la realidad es que son tan antiguos que trascienden la realidad tal como la conocemos. A menudo se manifiestan como entidades abstractas pero, les guste o no, todos deben optar apariencia humana para estar en la ciudad. Eternianos: De una dimensión llamada Eternia, una tierra de eterno crepúsculo. Poseen una apariencia etérea, con cuerpos que parecen hechos de neblina y luz. Pueden asumir formas sólidas cuando interactúan en el mundo terrenal.

Impuros Seres afectados por radiación o experimentos fallidos, con características únicas y a menudo extrañas.

Híbridos: Resultado de la fusión sintetizada entre seres, ya sean mecanizados o mágicos, con características combinadas. Mestizos: Nacidos de la unión entre dos razas diferentes, heredan poderes y debilidades de ambos progenitores. Fragmentados: Cuyas formas físicas son una amalgama de partes de diferentes especies. Han surgido de experimentos genéticos fallidos. Errantes: Vagan entre dimensiones y realidades. No pertenecen completamente a ninguna y su existencia es fluida y cambiante.

[coldasz]

Just thinking about how my first thought upon discovering sense8 was how it would take away all the pressures of exams.

Not only do homo sensorium have all the abilities and knowledge of their cluster and can communicate with them at any given time but I think their consciousness also expands. Which ought to make them the gods of multitasking.

You wouldn't even have to find yourself in a cluster as conveniently diverse and improbably capable as Will's.

[khristinewriteandcapture]

In the end, we will all be judged by the courage of our hearts..

🎬 Sense8

[serialseance]

I take everything I am feeling, everything that matters to me, I push all of it into my fist, and I fight for it. -Sun Bak

[paoconcafe]

𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.-Ｓｕｎ Ｂａｋ ☀️

[sam-i-am-27]

Interconnected

Summary: Four men. Four cities. Four countries. One father. One company whose main goal is to hunt them down. To survive, they must accept who they are and live as one.

Word Count: 3226

Warnings: Extreme pain, swearing

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Logicality, Prinxiety

Huge thanks to @paperghastly​ for helping me figure out this story and talking to me about sense8 (psst you all should go watch it cause it’s a funny, interesting, diverse as hell show that deserves a season 3).

Thomas didn’t even know pain like this was possible. He had heard from his mother that giving birth, whether to an actual child or a new cluster, was the most painful thing any living being could experience, but this… this was far worse than he’d ever imagined. Cramps, pulling, pushing… it wasn’t even hurting him physically but it was just…

He groaned as another wave of pain washed over him and he clutched at his bed sheets, biting the inside of his mouth to muffle his screaming. He missed his Cluster. They would have been right there for him, holding his hands, making sure he was with someone as he went through this… but he was alone, not sure when the pain would end.

When was it going to be over? When was the pounding in his head going to end?! When?! WHEN?! WH-

Suddenly the pain released and he sat up, an involuntary gasp leaving his throat as he caught visions of his children. A smaller cluster than most, but there they were...

Four young me of the same age, down to the second. All of them were completely ignorant to the fact that their lives had just changed for the better in less than a second.

The first -Virgil- was standing behind a register, talking to a customer about some sort of product. His hair hung in purple-dyed bangs over his eyes, which were a dark blue and complemented by the dark bags indicating lack of sleep. The customer said something that made Virgil’s temper flare and as opened his mouth to respond, his eyes locked with Thomas’. There was a flash of confusion, recognition, fear, and love, before Thomas was ripped away from his first born to the next.

A young man danced across a stage, the violins and pianos dictating his movements to even the smallest footstep. Roman seemed so at home in the spotlight and the others seemed to bend to his will. He began to stop in the center of the stage, preparing to do a spin before running off-stage, but then he saw Thomas standing right in front of the orchestra pit. The same emotions dashed across his face faster than he could process and just before Thomas was whisked away, Roman stumbled.

This one was hunched over a pile of papers that were spread out evenly and meticulously, so Logan didn’t lose a single one in the mess. He was completely alone in the room but Thomas’ sudden appearance hadn’t even drawn a glance from his second-youngest. He stood there for what seemed like hours, completely ignored by the man until something deep within him made him look up. Emotions he was obviously not used to danced across his features and he looked as if he was about to explode with questions, but by that point, Thomas had been taken to see his last child.

This one was sitting in a library, helping one of the students read new books that had come in earlier that day. Patton was listening to the child intently, making sure to answer ever question calmly and giving compliments whenever they were deserved. One of the little girls said something that made Patton laugh heartily. As he calmed down, he looked up and saw Thomas standing, completely unnoticed by the other children and staff. Unlike the others, Patton had all the same emotions except fear and the second before Thomas was pulled away again, he saw the faintest of smiles upon his face.

Thomas gasped as he returned to his body, the pain now a lingering sensation and his emotions stronger than ever before. He collapsed into his bed, tears were streaming down his face. He knew that they came from the pain he had just endured, the relief that it was finally over, and the overwhelming realization that in this new world, they’d be safe.

Virgil collapsed in the back room of the store, rubbing the space between his eyes. He couldn’t think of a reason that this headache had decided to bug him other than the annoying customer he just had to deal with yesterday. She had gotten on his nerves to the point that he had spent a full hour last night writing down insults about her… maybe staying up late was why he was suffering.

“You good?” Hartly asked, hanging up his vest.

“Hella bad migraine,” Virgil responded, digging around his bag for a bottle of Advil. “I think I stayed up a little too late last night.”

“You stay up late every night,” Hartly responded, “so tonight, just get some actual sleep, alright?”

Virgil grunted, dry-swallowing the pills and leaning his head against the cool locker door. Some store nearby was playing piano music (was that Into the Woods?) and although it was muffled by the walls. There weren’t any costume stores nearby or any stores that would have reason to play a musical, so as soon as he was clocked out, he went walked around the area to find the source of the music.

But this brought absolutely no results. The sound stayed as muffled outside as they were inside and no matter which way he went, it didn’t seem to grow any louder. He was so confused and was getting annoyed at the music. It was a lot like having a song that stuck in his head that he hadn’t listened to in years playing on repeat in his head.

Finally, he simply resigned to his fate and drove away from work, trying his best to drown out the musical with his own music. As he sat at the light, the music just seemed to grow louder and louder. Soon, he couldn’t take it anymore and groaned louder than the music before turning up My Chemical Romance and pissing off a few drivers around him.

However the source of Virgil’s annoyance was dealing with almost the exact same thing across the sea in Britain.

Roman was fighting through so much in order to keep his performance perfect. The migraine, the music stuck in his head, the annoyance building in his head. All of that was leading to one of his worst performances ever. He kept stumbling over his feet, and not enunciating his lines enough, which ended up confusing everyone else and extending the rehearsal time. As soon as they finished the first act, his director came up to him as he took a water break and simply glared at him for a few seconds.

“I know… I know…” Roman muttered. “That sucked a lot…”

“Roman, I’ve seen you dance far better than that while sick with the flu!” His director sighed and sat down next to him. “Yesterday, you claim to have seen someone right next to me and today, it’s a headache, music stuck in your head! The show goes on in two weeks, so if you haven’t gotten control of this by then, Jared is going on instead, alright?”

Roman felt a pang of anger and jealousy, but nodded. “Got it. I’ll try but first, do you have any Advil? If I had some, I might do better.”

His director nodded. “Yeah, in my bag backstage. You got fifteen minutes, Roman.”

Roman smiled and went backstage as quickly and as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself after such a horrible performance. As he took the pills, he glanced up at the wall-sized mirror that actors used for makeup and costume touch-ups. What he expected to see was his own reflection of a lean, middle-aged man with a golden tan, thick, wavy brown hair with dark green eyes. Instead, there was a pale stick of a man with thin brown hair that hung over his eyes and was tinted slightly purple. His skin was almost sickly pale and when he looked up at Roman, his eyes were the most magnificent color of brown Roman had ever seen.

The man yelped in surprise and suddenly, Roman was was in the theater but at the same time, he was sitting in the backseat of an American car that had just swerved due to the other’s man fear. The man took deep, steady breaths, keeping his fearful eyes on the road while as he paced in the mirror in front of Roman. The simple stared at each other in fascination and confusion, in the makeup mirror and in the rear-view. Neither knew what to say. Whatever was happening was too much for either to comprehend and yet… it felt as if it should be happening.

“Who are you?” the pale man whispered. “H-How…”

“How should I know?” Roman asked, adjusting his seat belt as he sat in front of the mirror. “I’m just as confused as you are…”

The man opened his mouth to say something.

“Roman?” Roman blinked and the car was gone, his reflection was back to normal and his director was standing in the doorway, looking a bit confused. “What are you doing?”

“I-uh…” He looked around, not seeing the man anywhere, so quickly formulated a lie. “I was just sitting here. I thought there was a rip in my pants so I sat down to make sure there wasn’t.”

“Alright then…” His director shook his head. “Well we’re going to get going again, alright?”

“Has it really been fifteen minutes?” Roman stood, his headache returning with a vengeance as his attention was pulled away from the strange man.

“Yeah. Let’s get going so you can hopefully do much better than you were doing earlier.” His director held the door for Roman and even as the mirror disappeared, Roman still felt like he was being watched, followed… as if he would never be alone. And across the border, one young man was thinking about his experiences, feeling the exact same way.

Over in Germany, a young man was still hunched over his papers from the night before. The only difference was now he was hungry, he had a migraine, and he was trying to sleep. But none of these were more important than his work. He knew he should be studying but he was so, so tired… but without the studying, he might not pass his class. Sleep vs study. Sleep vs study. Sleep vs…

He shot up again and accidentally knocked over his textbooks.

“Shit,” he muttered, leaning down to pick up his stuff. As he did, he felt a sharp hunger pain in his stomach. He groaned and looked at the clock, realizing it had been a while since he last ate something more than an apple.

“Might as well make some dinner.” He stood and placed his textbook with the rest before heading into the spotless kitchen. He pulled out a package of tortillas, cheese and butter to make some quesadillas for himself since he had nothing else to eat. As the butter began to sizzle, Logan found himself humming a song he had ever heard but he somehow knew the rhythm and lyrics too. It was definitely American song based on the lyrics and how sexual they were, but he rarely even listened to his area’s music, so how could he know this song?

The smell of burning butter brought him out of his thoughts and he shoved the pan off of the stove, momentarily forgetting that it was a burning hot, metal pan.

“Shit!” he shoved his hand under the sink and wincing at the stinging pain. How could he have been so careless to have burnt himself? Across the world, three other men felt the burn and winced, clasping one hand over the other in response.

In a small kitchen in Canada, a young man almost dropped his plate of eggs as a sudden pain flared up in his hand.

“Ow!” Patton cried, regaining his balance.

“You good?” his brother asked through a mouthful of breakfast.

“Yeah, yeah, fine, Dee,” Patton said, sucking on the area for a second before sitting down, nodding his head to the Ariana Grande song Declan was blasting through his speaker. “Just one of those moments where you suddenly get pain for no reason, you know?”

“Sure,” his brother replied. “How’s your headache by the way?”

“Oh it’s gone now,” Patton lied, not wanting to upset his brother anymore.

“Good. I didn’t want to go out and get more Advil,” Declan said, sipping his coffee.

Patton tried to brush that off so opted to smell the freshly cooked eggs. As soon as he did, he started coughing and waving his hands in front of his nostrils. “Do you smell burning butter?”

Declan sniffed the air as well and shook his head. “Nope. Sure you’re not going crazy, Pat?”

But he had already gotten up, following the smell right to the stove. “Aw, I must’ve burnt it while I was making breakfast. Shoot.”

He walked to the cabinet to get some Febreeze and sprayed it all over the kitchen.

Logan stumbled back as his sense of smell was overwhelmed with flowers and clean towels.

“What is happening?” he whispered.

Patton looked at his brother as he poured ketchup into the side of his plate for the eggs. “What do mean what's happening? I'm making sure it smells butter.”

Declan opened his mouth, realized the pun, but still said, slightly concerned, “I didn’t say anything, Pat. I might need to get you to the psychiatrist soon.”

Patton frowned but shrugged. “Must've been the radio. Anyways, let's eat!”

Declan nodded and the brothers continued their breakfast in silence.

Hours later, Roman retired to his bed, script in hand despite how tired he was from today’s horrible rehearsal. The headache was still going strong and he just hated everything in his life right now. Too much going on, too much work, too little sleep… it was all building up to be a difficult night of script studying for him.

“Agony… far more power tha-” His voice cracked and he growled in agitation, throwing the script down on his bed and gripped his hair so hard that a few strands parted with his scalp. “God damn it!”

He took a deep steadying breath and as he did, heard it repeated by the man sitting in the corner of Roman’s room and at his own crowded desk. The two looked at each other in shock, not sure how to react. This one had a little more meat on his bones, with thick, well groomed hair and piercing blue eyes that clearly said that anything he did meant business. It was dulled slightly by the stress building up behind them as well as the fatigue and confusion brought by hours of this… how did Roman know that?

“Again?” Roman asked. “Are you real? Am I going crazy?!”

“I don’t think you’re going crazy, as you are not the only one confused and questioning their sanity,” the other man said. “You’re getting these… flashes as well?”

“Well, yeah. I said ‘again’, didn’t I?” Roman sat down on his bed but stayed standing in the other man’s room. “Where am I?!”

“You’re in Dresden, Germany. And I thought it was implied that I do not know either,” the man said, adjusting his glasses and standing up to walk over to Roman’s bed. “But either way, you are not the only thing I have been… seeing today. Smells, sights, sounds, feelings, tastes. Did you feel a burning in your left hand earlier today?”

“Yeah… are you suggesting that we’re mentally connected or some shit?” Roman asked.

“Roman?” The two jumped as Brian, Roman's roommate walked in. He looked into the room, slightly confused about something other than the complete stranger sitting next to Roman on his bed and at an extremely crowded desk. “Who are you talking to?”

“Uh… I'm practicing lines,” Roman said, grabbing the papers beside the stranger and waving them frantically. “See?”

Brian nodded slowly. “Okay… did you happen to see where I put my keys?”

“They're in the fruit bowl as always, Brian,” Roman said. “Before you leave… out of curiosity, is there someone sitting next to me?”

Brian looked through the man and shook his head. “No. Why? You seeing ghosts?”

“I mean, no. I-” Roman blinked once as he turned to face the man again, but he was gone, along with the desk. “No… I'm not seeing anything.”

Brian pursed his lips and nodded, slamming the door shut a little harder than he had meant to.

The sound made Virgil jump and snap his laptop shut and Patton almost drop yet another dish. The two took deep breaths as they looked around the room in fear. It was a dark, angsty decorated bedroom and than a bright, open kitchen parallel to a sitting area occupied by one other person. Smells, dish soap and unwashed laundry; sound; running water and music… Sights, soap and shadow. A young man with purple bangs and a kind one with curly bronze hair. The two studies each other curiously, not in one place or the other, but still making contact.

“Patton?” Declan asked, snapping his brother out of his daze. “What's up now?”

Patton shook his head and looked around. No doors, no new room, and certainly no stranger with bangs. “I thought I heard a door slam. And… gosh I am tired. I thought I saw someone in here…”

“Probably a neighbor looking forward to getting inside,” Declan said, turning a page in his book.

Patton looked around once more. “Okay. After I'm done with my dishes, I'm going back to bed.”

“Sounds great, Pat,” Declan replied, not looking up from his book. Patton themed back to his dishes, but Declan still read his book, or so Patton thought.

If Patton had turned around and truly taken notice, he would have seen that Declan’s movements were small and short so he could have a secret conversation with someone only he and three other people could see like this.

“He's acting a lot like we were,” Declan said, watching his brother clean and his body sit there, barely moving. “Headaches, random flashes of senses. He wanted to listen to Ariana this morning rather than Spongebob! And he saw someone, Emile!”

“I thought you hated listening to that every morning?” Emile smirked at him, to which Declan made a face. “You know what I mean. But you have to admit, the similarities are there!”

“Siblings can both be born a Sensate. Kaitlyn did have a biological sister who was one too,” Emile responded, sitting on the nearby counter without dead of being seen by Patton.

“But if he is-"

“Dee.” Emile stood, sounding both serious, calm and encouraging in a way only he could sound. “From what you've said about him, and from what we've heard from the others, we know that a) he will tell you if you ask and b) you are both one hundred percent safe from BPO. Jonas and Angelica’s last Cluster made sure to that over a year ago.”

Declan sighed, crossing his arms and looking at his younger brother. “I won't jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe he's just got a headache and he's tired.”

“Two options is better than one,” Emile said. “Listen, I got some sessions today, so I'll talk later.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Dee said and the two returned to their homes and families, the worries of tomorrow quenched for now.

So yeah! I love sense8, and I love Sanders Sides, so when I thought about Lito and Hernando possibly being Roman and Logan respectively, it eventually became this! Thanks to @paperghastly for helping me think of ideas for this and cook it into what you see!

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[weareallconnected]

Me seeing an edit of any character from sense8

Me: Ah yes my favorite character

[sometime-in-1995]

Bro, whoever critique said that Sense8 don't have sense which led to Netflix cancelling the show, is definitely is a sapien 🙄

[themightymags]

Sensates, if I make a super post for birthdays to find your cluster would you like that? I'll only be putting the month and date and when you find someone on that has your birthday you tell them your birth year. So it'll be like the months and you just add your birthday when you reblog it. I'll post it in a few.