sapiosexual: primarily attracted to someone’s emotional intelligence, mind, or depth of thought rather than their physical appearance
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yeah, i’m a sapiosexual - this dick only fucks elves with master’s degrees in cybersecurity.
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T&A&V, but I’m not really interested in F'ing any of it because I’d rather have the Big I (“intellect”, not “intimacy”: what kind of a freak do you take me for?)
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Welcome to Les Palais de Lumiere: Where the Void is Ergonomic.
In a crumbling mansion on the Côte d'Azur, the House of De Bris is hosting a salon. But don’t expect tea and crumpets.
Nihila, the Duchess of Nothingness, is currently contemplating the eroticism of the double negative. Aunty Fifi is busy exploring the structural integrity of leather. Niece Amy—in a t-shirt that would make a Bishop faint—is destroying antique upholstery and several handsome young men simultaneously, while her sister Alice sharpens the “persuasion” tools.
Next door?
Mme Wu’s Laundromat: Where your sins are washed, but the stains of reality remain.
The Aisles Minimarket: Open for eternity. They only stock cornflakes. They only accept your deepest dreams as currency.
From the dumpster, Philo recycles your forgotten nightmares into philosophical data streams, while Candide the Cuttlefish insists this is the “best of all possible worlds"—even as Dolly shows off her razor-sharp teeth.
At Les Palais de Lumiere, time is measured by the drying rate of ultramarine pigment.
While Mme Wu scrubs the soul-stains from the laundry next door, Alice is busy in the foyer, her hands stained a permanent, regal blue. She doesn’t just paint circles; she traps the "nothingness” that Nihila so eloquently describes.
"All is for the best,“ bubbles Candide the Cuttlefish, watching the brushstrokes. "Provided the circumference remains unbroken!”
As Aunty Fifi tightens her leather stays, the house waits. The circles are wet. The cornflakes are stale. And The Paingate Tapes are finally spinning.
Are you sharing your worst nightmare, or is someone else dreaming it for you?
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I’d love to expand the group of artists I chat with, message me!! I’m open to finding the person to get past my pen name here. Extra points for the person that gets that!!
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I’m sapiosexual, so no. I’m not attracted to your degrading jokes or your radiating stupidity.
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Out of all her distinguished curves he appreciated the most the ones in her brain.
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Lo mero delicioso de la sapiosexualidad o la atracción intelectual, es poder conocer a alguien que además de que te gusta física y emocionalmente, no se crea las falacias narrativas de las redes, que tenga pensamiento crítico y cuestione los sesgos, que te explique sus metas, que dude de sus propias ideologías, pensamientos, que te muestre su proceso creativo y te diga por qué cree lo que cree, que te aporte y alimente conocimiento para ahondar en las profundidades de su mundo, y que al momento de externar y comunicar las cosas no te hace sentir tonto si no acompañado… desde ahí sabes que estás viviendo la experiencia correcta, con la persona indicada.
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A secret morning
Pairing: Jasnah Kholin x FOC
Summary:
It was way too early. Jasnah Kholin was a woman driven by a goal in research and wanted to use the day as much as possible, thus making her an early riser, but even she knew it was not yet time to get up. So why was the sun already peeking between the curtains? Irritated, Jasnah opened her eyes and grabbed her phone on the bedside table to check the time.
5:06 am.
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The mattress shifted behind her and Jasnah was suddenly aware of the warm metal arm around her waist. She rolled over to look at the woman next to her.
Frankly, Raevenne was hideous and thus quite the opposite of Jasnah, who has won the genetic lottery.
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After attending her mother’s birthday party, Jasnah stays the night at the family mansion. However, this does not stop a certain someone from sneaking in and spending the night with her. This is the following morning.
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It was way too early. Jasnah Kholin was a woman driven by a goal in research and wanted to use the day as much as possible, thus making her an early riser, but even she knew it was not yet time to get up. So why was the sun already peeking between the curtains? Irritated, Jasnah opened her eyes and grabbed her phone on the bedside table to check the time.
5:06 am.
For the Stormfather’s sake, why was she awake already? Putting the phone away again, Jasnah burrowed into her pillow and tugged her blanket closer. The fabric was smooth against her bare skin, but that was to be expected. Only the best quality in the Kholin household. She closed her eyes, yet sleep evaded her. The mattress shifted behind her and Jasnah was suddenly aware of the warm metal arm around her waist. She rolled over to look at the woman next to her.
[[MORE]]Frankly, Raevenne was hideous and thus quite the opposite of Jasnah, who has won the genetic lottery. A long, thick scar crossed over Raevenne’s face, starting from one eye and ending below the lips. Her smile was forever ruined and frightened people or made them uncomfortable instead of easing the atmosphere. Jasnah knew her body was covered with scar tissue; some having healed better than others. Her right arm was replaced with a prosthetic, which, thanks to the fabrials, she could move like a regular arm. Also not fitting into Alethi beauty standards was her muscular frame. Women were not supposed to be visibly strong; it was only attractive on men.
Physically, Raevenne truly wasn’t attractive and no Alethi man would waste a thought on approaching her, but it hadn’t been her appearance which had caught Jasnah’s attention, but the woman’s brilliant mind which was slowly revealed as their relationship slowly progressed from acquaintances to friends. The ease with which she deduced people and situations, the knowledge she possessed and a^1 wit rivalling Jasnah’s made all physical flaws disappear. However, over the course of their relationship, Jasnah has grown to love the body housing that sharp mind.
“Why are you awake already? Go back to sleep.”, a raspy voice brought Jasnah out of her thoughts. She looked up and was met with frozen pupils in teal eyes.
“I can’t. Besides, you need to leave soon. You know my family can’t see you.”
While her mother, brother, uncle and cousins don’t know about Raevenne’s existence (or current presence), Jasnah knew they would not welcome her for two reasons:
- Raevenne was not in the same social class, but rather a social outcast.
- She didn’t have the most legal profession, being part of the mafia.
Raevenne rolled on top of Jasnah and lazily kissed her neck. “Relax, you know I am sneaky.”
“Still, even you could make a mistake-“
“Jasnah, dear, it’s half past five in the morning. Don’t power up your brain to its full potential yet. Relax and enjoy my company.”, Raevenne drawled and continued lavishing her neck with kisses, sometimes even moving down to her collarbones. The rough scar tissue created a stark contrast to Jasnah’s soft skin. After she deemed her job done, Raevenne laid her head on her lover’s chest. Absent-mindedly, Jasnah began threading her fingers through ink-black hair and Raevenne hummed.
“I should do that to you. Perhaps it’ll coax you back to sleep. Your family won’t wake up until 8 a.m., so there is no reason to worry. Although, I would love to see their reaction when they find out just how much if a worrywart the cold and distant Jasnah Kholin can be.”
Jasnah lightly swatted her shoulder and glared at the scarred woman, who propped herself on her elbows and looked down at Jasnah with an amused smile.
“I am surprised you even attended your mother’s birthday party. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d have sent her a mere text or birthday card.”
“Shut up.”, Jasnah ground out and Raevenne chuckled. She knew Jasnah had only reluctantly attended and was far from happy at being away from her books and lab. The eldest Kholin narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend, before a tight-lipped smile tugged on her lips.
“You know, mother was asking me again if I’ve got a boyfriend. She even implied that one of the attendant’s is throwing a get-together soon, where all the bachelors and bachelorettes can attend to find a spouse. Who knows, perhaps I might attend as well.”
Triumph rose in her when Raevenne’s face darkened. Her expression stayed haughty, even as Raevenne tightly gripped her at the back of her neck almost painfully, forcing her head backwards. Undauntedly, she met Raevenne’s cool eyes, despite the vulnerable position she was in.
“It seems, dear”, Raevenne slowly began, narrowing her eyes, “that you’re forgetting your place. Perhaps a little reminder would do you good.”
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I’m bisexual which means I’m attracted to anyone who can defeat me in an intellectual combat
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My God is also being so grounded to intellectual awareness that it begins to intimidate even myself.