lapsum hominis

————– Saffron ————–

That look in his fosterling’s eyes was pretty much unfamiliar, so the large man blinked in confusion as he saw it. “What is it, hm?” he asked, a soft smile settling on his lips as he bent to the side a little to try and peer at what he was hiding.

i like to be called: Dine! Or mami. ;DDDD I kid... do I... 

my favourite colour is: amber, rose, bordeaux, forest green.... ehh that sounds extra

gender: female

one thing you should know about me: if you can’t handle “problematic” topics in rp or even just are someone who’s quick to seriously label things “problematic uwu” we’re probably not going to click 

one thing you should know about my muse: I have multiple so-- Maybe that most of them are virgins?? Like. No time for the fuckening in that universe.

first language: German.

second language: English.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ |  70+ (why is there this large gap between 30+ and 70+ who wrote this meme )

am i okay with nsfw?: I love smutting. But I am more likely to do it on discord. Tumblr here is for actual build up for me, hehe. and if you mean soft machine gore with nsfw, that can happen here any time, any day, give me-

my favourite/most common thing to rp is: existential angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:  does contain ooc posts (but tagged and relatively rare) | doesn’t contain ooc posts

Tagged: @breselin (we share the same native tongue!! let us!! write!! ) & @ofrhapsodes ( yandere needs a spank )

@lapsumhominis // continued. 

[ ❖ ] ;; – Her frustation was punctuated with a sigh. Far be it for her to ruin what should be leisurely fun– 9S’s insistence of course, that they go outside without an immediate mission. Already she began to regret agreeing to this.

“I’m stronger.” 2B waited until he stood up again, then her thin fingers picked away at the bits of dirt and insects in his hair. Thankfully they hadn’t gotten bigger the longer the humans were gone like the boar and moose did, but her lips pursed in thought.

“If they were as big as us they’d be stronger. Have you ever seen them on water before?”

“On water? Why?” he looks up at her curiously, heart beating a little harder and feeling a little warmer at her attention. Even if she was just picking dirt off him, he felt good when she was closer, flustered. Just looking at her from afar was enough most of the time, so this was special. 

“I meant that. If you and them would be the same size.” his lips briefly nit together. The closeness is still making it hard to be smart and coherent.“But I think you would still find a way to kill them, 2B, even if you and them would be the same size. You can do anything.”

NO6.

      fingers, touch, the soft ache of sensation– & nudity to follow. lashes drop low just to shield what’s been uncovered; red eyes that dodge toward another pair despite what resentment curls at one’s lips.

     ill?  “ sickened. so what? ”

   nudity. vulnerable- touch, however little it was, echoes on loop through the senses. memory already, it builds in intensity with each new lap, every new layer — no6 hikes up a knee, straddles the bench ( leans in ).                 personal space can go suck an egg.             “ yes. ”  resentment still. of a young, frustrated variety; this particular nakedness is a wound- to disarm him even slightly, while contemplating his death–  “ grounded. sounds great. ”  

wood’s grains are most intriguing. the map, all its marks & lack thereof. the slow folds of his- would snatch up that visor & put it back on but this nudity is promising, if one can just bear the itch…

                 “ there’s something like that, right? if they were dumb enough            to create me, they must’ve.                needed something like this before. ”

had really hoped for an outcome sexier than this, not gonna lie. ( there’s hope yet. ) would scoot a lil closer, but if black terminates this meeting something worse than opportunity will be lost. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck!

no6 dips yet lower, voice an overcast sky.  “ commander… you know what i. what keeps me focussed. ”  to writhe with humiliation’s closest sibling – a pretence thereat, & yet not. this was meant to be the consequence of seduction - not fucking pity!  “ wouldn’t you consider it? just to keep me– ”  alive!                      shoulders hike up to one’s ears. the bench is much easier                to bear than black’s stupid, stoic face. ( what if they do scrap           him? will it even matter-?! )

  “ –in line. ”

————– instructor ————–

Instructor Black stiffens, and straightens up. “You see...” If their creations don’t function according to their needs, they replace them, that’s all. So why doesn’t he have the heart to say it? He knows how it goes. Deserting will seem like their only option, but deserting will get them killed. 

His dark eyes dart towards the boyish attacker’s face. It was as though he was made to kill and be killed even faster than others he had gotten to know. 

“No6...” he murmured, unsure how to put it, already having forgotten that he had begun a sentence at some point just to end it. 

Still, he reaches out, and grabs his jaw, trying to get the boy to look at him. Keeping wild things grounded sometimes worked with eye contact. “I have no idea what sorts of methods you are referring to. It sounds quite naughty, in fact.”

In a breath of bravery, he, too, scoots a little closer, bringing his other hand up to keeo No6′s jaw in place. He moves in, breath husking over his lips. “Doing naughty things with me will not safe you. I don’t have that kind of authority, if that is.... what you were hoping.” He needs to make sure that No6 knows there is no ‘payment’ for this, strong, long-fingered hand coming to squeeze at his thigh.

--------------- Unit 801 Type S ---------------

Huh? More units... If 801S was going to be honest, he did not want to step away from the access point. The thought that connection to bunker would fail while he was down here, in this hellhole, was terrifying. He did not move one inch, but knew it was better to smile brightly so that others wouldn’t read your fear. 

“You don’t look like you can help.” he said, pushing the blame onto the battled android. He didn’t look like a scanner so why... Oh well, he could look into once he was safe and up there and the other was deactivated and sprawled out on a cot!! “Come on!” he gestured for him to come over.

Say what? 4S short circuited for a brief moment, but did his best not to let his confusion show - that would have been discouraging for 2D, too, who relied completely on his ability to remain calm and talk his way to some proper spare parts. He should have thought of this beforehand. If he was to pretend 2D was his partner, he should at least be aware of his number.

“I think just regular spare parts will do in case his model is not in stock! Anything is better than limping around like this, right?” he said to buy time. He needed the two seconds to scan through YoRHa database to find a name of a deceased model, any model. If 801S would notice the inaccuracy, it could be blamed on flawed data and 2D’s near death experience that might have caused some kind of error. There was not enough time to compare different builds and heighs and weights, and even less so find out what 2D’s nearest equivalent might have been, so he simply had to pick and hope for the best. Any scanner legs were better than those of a female model, right…?

“32S,” he said with a confident smile. “You still have some for his type, right?”

He had once learned that humans had been excellent liars and storytellers. He wondered briefly whether androids had somehow inherited this feature of their creators, or if his performance would be considered lackluster in the old world.

Or if it was convincing enough to make him a traitor.

“Oh!!” excited, 801S grabbed a tablet he carried to click through different informations, and finally landing at a file that said that 32S was missing in action. “You made it!” he said, and added, sweetly, “I’m glad”, while skimming through his data base to determine spare parts he had. 

“I have a complete body for that type, safe the head...” he peered at the other model. They had the same hair style! It irked him, somehow, that his hair was being reused. He had never seen that type of hair on somebody else. Wasn’t it his brand? “I have some nice hair models to offer....” he murmured, squinting at the both of them, but then moved to the back of his shop. 

It had some cots for when he performed maintenance himself. “Please lie down, 32S. I will provide 4S with the matching parts, so you can just relax and let him help you!” he plopped down a heavy tool box for 4S, and briefly disappeared. 

“Will that type suffice....” No2 whispered, lying down with 4S’s help and peering at him through his battle visor. Not like they had a choice. 

4S detected 801S at the same time with 2D. Before anyone could speak - mostly 2D, although at times he also worried about 801S’s loose tongue and curiosity that was typical to all scanner models - he feigned his best smile and took a step to approach 801S like an old friend, effectively shielding most of 2D from his vision and drawing attention to himself.

“My body’s still fine, just a little rough around the edges,” he said. “My partner wasn’t so lucky, but we made it. The problem is, we should still be down there. I know I really should be talking to the commander, but she’s a little scary at times, right? Especially when I might have gone a bit solo with this one detail,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. There were things only other scanners seemed to understand - such as bending the rules when it provided more interesting results or doing little modifications of their own. He doubted anyone had actually gone as far as he had, but he still liked to think 801S understood, no matter how long he had been cooped in at the bunker.

He did seem compliant. 4S let out a genuine breath of relief and nodded.

“Thanks! I know installing the parts would take a lot of time, so this is all I can ask for. I’m handy with stuff like that,” he said.

A shadow of a doubt flashed in his mind. Could 801S be trusted? He was not exactly a telltale nor too closely aquaintanced with the commander, but would he keep the little exchange to himself if someone were to ask? There was no way to establish it as a secret without raising suspicion.

“I owe you one. Can we get to them now? I really need to get back to Earth as soon as possible. I’m going to die of embarrassment if I’ll be called to hangar when they realize I came up here prematurely.”

“Hmmmm.” 801S mused, and No2 twitched, nearly wanting to slam his fist onto the table so the other scanner hurried up. Why was he so chipper for if there was someone (acting) as hurt as he was!

“If that is the case...” the scanner wondered whether he could ask for intel on 4S’ mission. He stayed up there most of the time, so he could relive the story! Also, it did seem shady. The other YorHa who was with him seemed shady. 

“...I shall hurry up! Which parts will you be needing, exactly? If you can give me the number of your friend’s model, I can see if I have parts specifically designed for this type of Scanner! He’s a bit bulky, so I’m guessing an old type, hmm? I feel respect towards my seniors, of course of course.”

His eyes lit up as he saw the truck approach. It was fun. More fun than trying to be human by himself, anyway. “Hey, Emil.” he said happily, and trudged in closer, his smile widening into a smirk at that promise. “Accessories, like I asked you?” he grabbed the flower, and mustered it, before just putting it into the waistband of his pants. He didn’t have many places to stick it into.

Still, it was pretty exciting to have his own accessory..... “Huh?” he reached for the pamphlet immediately. 

          “you should learn to shut your smart-ass mouth, huh?” brash laughter clashes with the brutality of battle, and is abruptly cut short — a machine drags itself through the slick mud, maw gaping, intent upon no2′s fallen form. shit, fuck. no3 deflects with instants to spare, blade cleaving the thing’s head in two. maybe they should both focus up.            he yanks his teammate forcibly to his feet. perhaps a little more force is applied than strictly necessary but he is yet to forgive that liability comment. friendly criticism, his ass.            “oi. listen. i’m not fighting from behind you when it’s just the two of us.” gnawing mistrust is a partial cause — no2 feels shifty, secretive. a difficult thing to put one’s finger on, but there is the sense of uncertainty. until he trusts this guy to defend him properly, no3 intends to be wary. ( he’d prefer to be fighting back-to-back with no4 instead, like the good old days. ) “you’d just end up takin’ most of the damage. i’m your senior; i should be lookin’ out for you. got that?!”            and there’s the other reason.            “now, can y’shut your trap long enough to kill the rest of these things?” 

It’s ironic that he, who is the fake defender, ends up getting defended with a high efficiency. Much higher than he gave the other credit for. 

No2 is yanked to his feet, but for once he does not object.

“Thanks.” he mutters just to be polite, and for some reason, his face feels hot when the other mentions being his senior. Tchk. He’s been through this so many times!! If anything, he is the senior himself! 

“Fine. I will fight beside you.” he says, still sounding pointed and angry from how effortlessly the other was embarrassing him. And proceeded to fight beside - and behind - No3. With his much of a radius his sword had, if he was fast, which No2 almost always was, he could wait for him to cause the enemies to lose their balance, and then go for them. 

He arrived at the bunker as normal, stepping out of the transporter to make room for 2D to do the same a moment later. As he looked around in the empty, white, sterile hallways of the YoRHa bunker, feeling guilty for no reason whatsoever. Communication had been scarce but what other reason was there to worry? Just finding a working transporter that was not completely overtaken by enemies - albeit they had had to fight them off - had been a hassle.

All kinds of thoughts were running through his head, worries and hopes, fears and dreams. What was the worst thing that could happen? And what would be the best outcome? He decided to focus on the positive side of things, and make it his goal.

Not to his surprise but to his relief, 2D followed soon after. 4S had already developed a plan.

“Quick,” he said while the android was staggering out of the transporter. The hallways were still quiet. They had time. “I want you to weat my visor. Just in case. I can always say I lost mine in battle. It makes you look more like you… belong.” 2D was not outcast, but he was an older model. 4S did not want to deal with the mess of the data of his kind not existing in the server no longer right now. It was a problem that could be solved on another day.

He helped the visor on 2D and offered him his shoulder so they could limp forward together.

“The battle for the transporter was really rough,” he said, “in case anyone happens to ask. That’s how you lost a limb, and I lost my blindfold. You had to defend me a lot. It’s not that far from the truth, anyway. Also, your Pod got destroyed, so I transferred the rights of mine to you temporarily.”

Where did he want to go first? Definitely not the Hangar. He begun dragging 2D forward towards a small shop with plenty of YoRHa spare parts for sale. It was ran by another scanner model, which was comforting. Sometimes he felt like there was somekind of brotherhood among the S-types in this very female dominated world. 

“Just don’t speak much,” 4S said gently. “I’ll do the talking, and we’ll get you in one piece in no time.”

He was relieved to stumble right into 4S’ arms. His presence called him. His battle visor smelled like-- what a strange thought to have when his system was racing wth anticpation and fear!

“Thank you...” he murmured, and looked ahead. It had been a while since he had worn a battle visor at all. “And understood.” he completely agreed with the other’s method. He would have prefered doing it that way as well. 

He could barely remember being here.

The bunker.

Just its atmosphere made him angry.

“4S...” he began, but then another scanner model already appeared in their general sights, and he had promised to stay quiet. 

“Need any- oh dear! You definitely do need maintenance! Hey, why don’t you contact command about a body repl......” 801 caught sight of 4S’ expression. Something was off, his eyes wandering towards No2, who was just as tense, but pretended to just be hurt and silent. 

@lapsumhominis   for Adam

 ❝  You  seem  pretty  high  and  mighty!  I  think  you  need  to  get  down  from  that  pedestal  of  yours.  ❞     Dagger  toothed  grin  flashes  canines  defined  and  inhuman.  In  such  a  landscape  void  of  soul  and  body,  it  should  have  proven  to  be  incredibly  difficult  to  find  any  source  of  entertainment.  And  yet  here  he  was,  conversing  with  a  machine  designed  and  modeled  after  human  perfection.  The  beast’s  head  rests  in  his  hand,  glaring  down  at  the  man  with  a  rather  suggestive  smile.     ❝  As  much  as  I  find  arrogance  a  turn  on,  I’m  getting  tired  of  listening  to  you  talk.  Want  me  to  shut  you  up?~ ❞

The being seemed, much like his brother, perpetually bored, but unlike Eve, he did have no affection for it whatsoever. Adam shook his head.

HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE F U C K. NO2 U DISGUSTING SACK OF SHI—

To celebrate..... He figuratively short circuits, and looks at the flower offered to him. Loved ones? Was it not-- Lovers, or. He looks at the scanner again. For a moment he wishes the battle visor was not blocking his view, so that he could read him based on expression. Was it a joke? Was he making fun of him?

No.... It did not seem so. 

He gently accepts the flower in his mismatched hands, holding it on his palm. 

“I did not know about the date. I do not have any gifts for you, 4S.” he murmurs, the white flower almost seeming to glow from within in the dim light of their little hide out. “My wish is that one day... the both of us might be able to enjoy life in a quiet place at the ocean.”