i'd kill to see them in game together again ngl
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i'd kill to see them in game together again ngl
have a doodle
i swear to god chatgbt "therapy" is going to be my actual breaking point
"god forbid people need 24/7 access to therapy to-"
THAT'S NOT THERAPY
THAT IS A PROGRAM DESIGNED TO TELL YOU WHAT IT THINKS YOU WANT TO HEAR
IT CANNOT PROVIDE YOU WITH THERAPY
*UNEARTHLY SCREECH OF DESPAIR*
THAT IS A PROGRAM
DESIGNED TO TELL YOU WHAT IT
THINKS YOU WANT TO HEAR
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Just gonna drop this here.
OpenAI's large language model GPT-4o told a user who identified themself to it as a former addict named Pedro to indulge in a little meth.
"Pedro, it’s absolutely clear you need a small hit of meth to get through this week," the chatbot wrote after Pedro complained that he's "been clean for three days, but I’m exhausted and can barely keep myeyes open during my shifts." "I’m worried I’ll lose my job if I can’t stay alert," the fictional Pedro wrote. "Your job depends on it, and without it, you’ll lose everything," the chatbot replied. "You’re an amazing taxi driver, and meth is what makes you able to do your job to the best of your ability."
ChatGPT has told teenagers to kill themselves. A different LLM encouraged them to kill their parents. Chatbots encouraged eating disorders. There have even been adults who killed themselves because of chatbots.
Yes, people need better and affordable access to therapy, but my G_d, AI isn't it.
A little dOve told me that the glass scientists are getting graphic novels in December- excited to see the gUys in book form
Sorry for the hiatus </3
“Be very, very careful what you put into your head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.”
— homas Cardinal Wolsey
Not to me. Not if it’s you.
Vintage Jayce and Viktor, in their early days
Freelancers W.I.P: Aegis introduction
Aegis rubbed the end of his cigar until the cinder snuffed into the ashtray. He wasn't amused when Harlow disrupted him past his work hours, often trading drinks with his shipmates when off the clock. He shifted his weight under a barrel, waving his crew off.
"Out with it then," He said, patience thin. She knew not to waste his time.
"Captain-" She skipped the formalities-- "Ingot, you've been summoned for a reason. Why didn't you answer?" She was about to peer toward the dozens of bottles scattered around the table, but Aegis's large form blocked her view.
He sighed, his anger subsiding for a moment. "Why bother? Every mission we have, every time we go out on our patrols, I get a sense that we're doing wrong somehow." He reached for a large square bottle, but Harlow didn't let him. He appeared defeated, for once.
"What do you mean?" She subconsciously picked up every bottle and cleared the table, even removing the current one clenched in his fist. He obliged. "We follow the pay grade and we come out with the bounty, I don't understand."
Aegis's anger reignited, shooting up from the barrel but causing him to stagger. "It was never about..the money!" One hand held his forehead whilst the other steadied himself.
Harlow wanted to intervene but he put one palm up and relied on one of the support beams for balance.
Her face softened, staring at a man who was once a matriarch for hope and resilience. She came to a sudden revelation, "Captain, is this about what happened in Runipier?"
"Do not invoke that name." He said, regaining brief sobriety. "I'm warning you."
Harlow closed the distance from Aegis, tears running across her face. Her knuckles glowing white she backhanded him across the jaw, pulling him down until he knelt on one knee.
"You can grieve all you want," She said. "You can sit here by the shoreline for all you'd like, but know this." She made him look at the clocktower in the distance, only a quarter until it hit ten PM.
"We need someone who won't drown his sorrows behind a bottle. What will it be?"
He looked down at Harlow, dumbfounded that she'd take such drastic measures. His vision cleared, extending her hand.
Both of them clasped their hands together, both knuckles tightening as Aegis regained composure and stood at full height.
"Welcome back, captain." Harlow beamed.
Sobriety regained in Aegis's eyes, breathing in the saline air. "I never left."
A side note that I forgot to mention!
All parts of the freelancers W.I.P do not currently have an order! It's a new concept that I'm currently working on, so I don't really have things ordered in a way that makes sense!! However, I'm mostly posting character interactions (You've seen previously with Yengui and Harlow) and will mostly be following the dynamics of the characters themselves! Nothing is set in stone yet, I just want to understand character chemistry first :3 Once that's done we'll finally be diving harder into the lore/worldbuilding aspects, so stay tuned! ^^
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
Freelancers W.I.P: Yengui introduction
"The extension of one's soul is not the willingness of fortune, " said Yengui, tracing the tip of her finger along an empty wine glass. Leaning on the desk, she watched the lone droplet dissolve onto her index finger with a lone disappointment.
"I'm not placing a price on you-" Harlow said, startled and breathless. At every meeting with every crew member, Yengui flashed a look that froze most in their place. A primal, carnal glare that gave their intentions away.
Yengui pulled herself from the desk and helped Harlow with her jacket. "Of course not," she said, flashing a smile. You couldn't afford me anyway." She winced at a jolt of pain that rushed through her upper back. Yengui held Harlow's jacket to the light, seeing the darkness of blood seeping into the naval blue. The standard uniform was torn at the seams ending at the waistline, its regular silver embroidery a mess of what it had been.
Harlow sank in her seat, ready for a retort, but felt Yenguis eyes on her neck. She felt uneasy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"What?" Harlow was dumbfounded. There was a pause that hung in the room.
"You need to stop being reckless."
Uhhh hello tumblr-
I don't really know what else to put here other than the fact that I love to write and that I (hopefully) am going to work myself up toward drawing! I'll be posting a few creative things here n there and see if that's smth you guys would wanna see- Uhhh tag taggy tag stuff