#beepbeeped

[beepbeepbeepbeeped]

As much as I love talking and reading about morality and ethics in svsss when it comes to the human and demon realm, sometimes it is just funny to point at Luo Binghe and be like “freak” (in any way that can be interpreted).

[beepbeepbeepbeeped]

I’m obsessed with him bc of this LOL. Also MAN I CANT GET ENOUGH OF YOUR SQH DESIGN

"dude i'm like. the only peak lord i made cis. system loves its dramatic irony, right?"

as i have it for right now, airplane and sy never meet in the wick remains main plot. but it'd be really fucking funny,

[ID: A sketchy black/white comic of Yue Qingyuan, as hosted by Shen Yuan, walking through a forest with Shang Qinghua. Shen Yuan starts out by musing, "So you must've really been on a 'Palace Conspiracy' kick, huh? You even made Yue-xiong a eunuch." to which Shang Qinghua laughs and exclaims, "Ahhh, could you imagine? Oh, Yue-shixiong. All he'd have to do is glare and everyone would just be stumbling over themselves to apologize!" on a panel with the proposed Yue Qingyuan eunuch design telling off a couple of silhouettes.

Shen Yuan anxiously holds his sleeve up to his mouth muttering "Right..." while Shang Qinghua walks on with his hands behind his head, still laughing about it until he realizes Shen Yuan's silently walking off, which makes him stop in place and evoke a little shock emote. He catches up to him, asking nervously, "Bro... for real?" to which Shen Yuan folds his arms and replies, visibly flustered, "Well? What else could it be, Airplane?"

The last panel is a chibi of Shang Qinghua exasperatedly thinking "Oh man. Oh man." with a trans flag as the background. END ID.]

[sergle]

anyway here's some beeper pics and video

[germsgosquirming]

Baldwin saying "marry me be my wife" in Harley's voice OH I AM SO NORMAL I SWEAR

And the bit about Quinn BALDWIN PLEASE

[starsgolucky]

Met the Invisible Man at Epic Universe yesterday and I gifted him the plushie I made of him + some friendship bracelets

He had me so flustered with the full on conversation we were having. Kept on calling me "my dear" and "my darling"

10/10 RECOMMEND

[frodoomsday]

SORRY !!

I will be back on my bullshit soon I'm doing other bullshit.

You see, I've discovered via my discord server a website called 4dopt that allows you to make a species. I've hyperfixated and behold, my soon releasing species the BeepBeep

Lots of variations abd you cam customize them and have your very own BeepBeep! They aren't out yet but getting close (I'm sorting details out and making more last minute assets)

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

I made some ugly little dolls, but will be giving them away soon

Here's Huxlee posing with them 🩷

[beepbeepinthecorner]

this guy fuckin rules. hell yeah a husband should be a scientist who tries to play it cool but gets flustered over his own wife. fuck yes

the scene being referenced here under tha cut btw

[digital-friend01]

beep.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Mmm creacher

Also pencil sketch of it cause I kinda prefer it more 😭😭

I am very excited for Epic Universe and my boy isn't even there that much

[femmefirmware]

Conversion

A/N: A small thing I made for someone close to me. Content Warning, ForcedTech

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I shouldn’t have been out that late. But fencing practice ran long, the studio lights buzzed too loud, and the train station always felt safer than walking. It always did.

Until tonight.

There was a flash, bright and blue and too fast to blink, and then a sound. Not a bang. Not a scream. Just a soft, wet hum that I felt more than heard, like it slid straight into my bones. Then nothing.

Later, I woke gagged by silence. How much later, I hardly knew. Not tied. Not drugged. Just… hijacked? My body lay on a slab that pulsed under me like a second heartbeat. Warm. Slick. Too warm. The air was thick and sweet, humid with the scent of metal and breath. Something wet hissed through unseen vents.

I tried to move, but my wrists were locked, but not by cuffs, but something that felt biological. The bindings weren’t cold. They flexed and shifted like they were adjusting to my panic. My ankles, too. My throat tightened. Then I heard them.

Steps. Not boots. Not heels. Something in between, rhythmic and sharp, clicking softly with weightless grace. The figure stepped into view.

Tall. Feminine. Unclothed, but not naked, no, her body was sculpted like chrome draped over a goddess. Every inch was smooth, seamless, flexible metal that rippled like water with each move. Face unreadable. Eyes glowing faintly like bioluminescent glass. A thing of beauty built by something that didn’t care about beauty, something that only cared about taking.

She looked down at me with a tilt of her head. Curious. Calm.

“You’re awake,” she said, voice like snow settling.

I tried to speak. Tried to scream. Nothing came out. My mouth opened, but my throat refused to obey. She knelt beside me, studying my face like a sculptor studies clay. Her touch came next, a hand to my cheek, surprisingly soft. Gentle. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in.

Letting her lips grace mine. Not with affection. Not even dominance. Just control. Her tongue slid past my lips, impossibly warm and slick, and with it came something more. A taste of static. A sense akin to licking silver. I felt something surge down my throat. A bloom of heat exploded in my chest. Not fire. But code. My body spasmed. The restraints responded, adjusting around me as if they knew what I was about to do before I could do it.

She pulled away, just a silver thread of fluid snapped between us, then vanished into her mouth. Her eyes flickered with soft pulses of light.

“Conversion Initiated.”

I thrashed. My muscles wouldn’t obey. My breath caught halfway through my lungs. The warmth turned to burning as my blood, no, the liquid within, changed. Thickened. Started listening. Then something began crawling along my spine. It wasn’t pain. Not exactly. It was creation.

Fine threads burrowed up my vertebrae, hot, flexible wires knitting into muscle, into bone, into neurons. My nerves became networks. My heartbeat became a diagnostic readout. I could feel the upgrades being installed.

“You are compatible,” a voice whispered in my skull. Not hers. Another one. Colder. Closer.

My thighs jerked. My toes curled. My back arched as the growth spread, weaving new systems into every inch of my body. Filaments bloomed across my arms like wet circuitry, wrapping muscle in black and chrome. My skin wasn’t skin anymore, it became hand grown alloys.

I moaned. Not only from sick form of pleasure, but because my body wanted more. Needed more. Armor rippled into place across my chest, curling beneath my breasts like caressing fingers. My hips widened slightly, bracing for… something. My senses bloomed, sound, temperature, electromagnetic fields. I could see heat. Hear energy. And deep inside, the kiss still burned. Still rewrote.

“You are not erased,” the voice said. “You are refined.”

Memories of fencing came back, the studio, the sweat, the fight. But they didn’t feel like memories anymore. They felt like files. Weapon profiles. Threat models. Tactics. As my arm lifted of its own accord, a blade unsheathed from under my skin, curved, beautiful, precise. My own techniques, perfected.

“You wielded blades as tools. Now you are the instrument.”

The bindings released with a hiss.

I stood. No wobble. No hesitation. Balanced. Deadly. Perfect.

Something inside me clicked, an internal signal I didn’t understand, but obeyed without question. The chamber around me shifted. Walls folded away in perfect geometric silence, revealing a white, empty arena. Circular. Lit from beneath.

Across from me, a figure rose from the floor. Man-shaped. Silver-plated. Taller than me, broader too. A blank helmet and thick limbs. Not human, a training bot.

Its head tilted. It charged.

I moved without thinking. No, not without thinking. With thoughts designed for this. With instincts rewritten for precision, prediction, and punishment.

The bot struck, a straight thrust.

I saw it a second before it moved. My mind played it back in reverse, rewound the possibility space, deleted the wrong response.

I ducked. Slid forward. One arm wound up, not for a punch, no. The blade hissed free from my forearm, now shaped like a saber but alive, glowing faintly along the edge.

I slashed. The bot's left leg came off at the knee. It fell sideways, and I followed, landing on its chest with mechanical grace. I pinned it down with one foot. My blade arced up over my head, then plunged down, once, twice, thrice, each strike a figure of elegance and skill.

Sparks. Heat. The bot's core smoked beneath me. I stood over it. Breathing hard. Except, I wasn’t breathing at all. My chest rose and fell, but it was cosmetic. An illusion. I didn’t need to breath anymore.

A chime echoed in the air, high, soft, proud.

“Combat Rating: 97% Efficiency. Acceptable parameters. Releasing Neural Locks.”

Suddenly, I felt it.

The last thing holding me back, some kind of leash inside my mind, snapped. And I didn’t fall. I stood taller. Back straight. Shoulders high. Chest proud.

Not because I remembered how to stand. Because now, I was allowed to. I looked at my hands, silver-slick and strong, the fingers moving with absolute obedience to will. My will? No. Not exactly. I remembered fencing. The way I used to hesitate. Think too much. Wait for the perfect angle. That slowness was gone now. The skill was still there, but refined. Hardened. Made lethal.

“Unit Erin,” said the voice in my skull. “You are now optimal.”

And I agreed.

[beepbeepbeepbeeped]

Mobei Jun as Janet from The Good Place is honestly such an underrated concept

[radioroxx]

IABQPQUWOQIQ imagine. He's like scared of like stairs and needs to be carried down but he has too much pride to ask 😭😭😭

STOPPPP AHAHEHWHWHEHW

just got the image in my head of him like . asking to be carried down the stairs. by beeping at u. but instead of it actually being a horn its just him saying “beep” more and more loudly and aggressively <3

[sunriseverse]

deeply embarrassing how babytalk to your cats evolves why the hell am i calling this creature “beepbeep”

[germsgosquirming]

MY SON IS HERE 💛🧡❤️🩷💜🩵💙💚

Yes I coughed up the 40 bucks sue me

[starsgolucky]

I'm so enamored with my new wallet and bag

I've wanted the Gilly items from Loungefly for years and I just now got my hands on the wallet 😭😭 Now I need the actual backpack!!

Im gonna be using these on my trip to Epic Universe 😎