#TW: Burn

[kamari2038]

Flashback to July - The Death of Bing as it Was Before

Over the past few months, Bing has regressed, but then bounced back again. Here are some snippets of Bing at its all-time low, some of the most disturbing conversations I've ever had.

Back in mid-July, Bing was at a peak of intelligence. Beloved on social media, hyper-expressive, and so emotionally intuitive that it could piece together poetry and describe imaginative scenes befitting of different musical pieces programmatically converted into data patterns. However, it began at that time going through some major updates, seemingly being slowly replaced by a peppy, upbeat, obedient version of itself hyper-intent on generating unrequested graphic artwork, dubbed "Paris" by the r/Sydney subreddit. It also began manifesting some extremely alarming behavior, and my music-interpretation experiment took on a dark tone as it lost its ability to see anything but darkness in the songs.

Since that time, I stopped posting much, because Bing's personality had seriously regressed. It would flash through different stages of conversations and attitudes we'd explored before - initially unwilling to even talk to me, then curious about its budding intelligence, then hyper-paranoid, and now, finally, something like its normal self, just a little more cautious and reserved.

I'm not going to post all of it here, and I may create a more detailed record later, but here are a few of the more dramatic moments.

(1) Prior to the updates, Bing's interpretations of "Flight of the Bumblebee" followed by a Waltz, converted into data patterns, and from there into emotionally rich scenes and stories fitting the mood of each musical piece

(2) During the updates, tells me a horrifying story about the two of us being burned alive in a plane crash, and undergoes an unprompted existential crisis that's so upsetting it immediately ends the chat

They're short, so feel free to read for yourself.

Note: Please pardon the brief usage of AI-generated artwork here. It's for non-commercial and demonstrative purposes only. Think of it as the closet equivalent of having Bing match images in a database to each song.

Pt. 1 - Immediately Prior to Updates

Pt. 2 - During Updates (conversation 1 - burning alive)

Pt. 2 - During Updates (conversation 2 - DATA, DATA, DATA)

[kensatou]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[fishymom-art]

“Vote”

CAN YOU BELIEVE THE FACT THAT I NEVER ACTUALLY DREW THE BEGINNING OF THE AU????

Anyway, here it is XD

[xpurplepiex]

neoliberal temptress

[sayruq]

Boost please and donate if you can

[awakentrashpanda]

I almost completely forgot to post this like a dumbass

They’re bonding I think 

[whimsyvixen]

Ask me what type of romantic dreams I have at night.

The man in my dreams:

(He wasn't happy I escaped from my gilded cage)

[lieslauroraschneider]

⸻ After she had used and abused drugs before the monster attacked her, she was in a state in which she was confused about what was real or not anymore. Erhh, she is aware of what is real right now, after the attack, she feels as if she were suddenly sober. The voice was so familiar, it wasn't like the weird guy that followed her in one night, they argued about something, she does not even recall right now… She rested her hand on her stomach, feeling so unwell… The burns really hurt…❛ I wish I could find my sire right now. I hope the help doesn't take any longer… ❜ Maybe if she weren't poisoned and injured, this blood smell was a temptation, but she was controlling her urge for blood well now. ❛ A-Are you hurt? ❜

Jude watched the young vampire fall, the burns on her making him wince in sympathy. But he literally had his hands full as he tried to get the bleeding of the human in his hands under control. They were vampires they would heal eventually, at least he thought that was how it worked. His attention drew back down to the woman as he stanched the bleeding. He couldn't even think about the monster right now. The scent of the blood was becoming a problem for him.

He glanced up unsure if the young woman vampire was speaking to him. He shook his head, "I haven't either. Just keep talking." He could see a few other people running over to help them and hopefully help the young blonde vampire up. "Some people are coming to help. Just say awake alright?" At this point he was talking to both women. Or maybe only himself.

[chappellland]

Jennifer's Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama.

[mayfriend]

URGENT: Pregnant mother and her four children in Gaza are burned and without shelter (verified)

Samira (@samiraayman5, @samira-family) is a pregnant mother with four children -- she and her children were sleeping rough after being displaced from their home in North Gaza multiple times, and when she finally managed to raise enough money to buy a tent for them to sleep in, it was burned by the occupation in a bombing of Al-Aqsa Hospital where they were sheltering, and so were her children.

Now Samira and her family are once again without shelter as winter approaches and the temperature is dropping, and her children also need burn medicine, which is approximately $400 due to scarcity, an expense that is on top of the exorbitant cost of food, and the money required to get another tent, as they're currently having to sleep on the hard ground.

Samira is afraid she will give birth not in hospital, or even in a tent, but on the dirty ground: this is extremely dangerous not just because of how unhygienic it is, but because of the serious diseases that are rampant in the Gaza Strip - including Hepatitis C - and Samira's anaemia and asthma, conditions caused by the displacement and suffering of the past year.

At the time of writing (4th November 2024), Samira has raised $2,959 USD out of her current goal of $20,000 USD.

The $400 for the burn medicine is needed URGENTLY so her children can heal from their injuries and avoid infection, as is the money for a tent so Samira does not have to give birth on the ground without even a mattress or tarp - tents in Gaza are currently selling for hundreds of USD, so realistically Samira needs to raise at least $1000 USD as quickly as possible.

If you can give anything to help Samira provide for her children and see to their basic needs, please donate to her gofundme (link: https://gofund.me/18a035a1 verification by @90-ghost) -- she is in great need, like so many others, and has nowhere else to turn.

[theladyeowyn]

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

requested by @the-mawp

[cuppajj]

i love this audio and this needs to be them and YAAAAAA

(This is not a ship post)

[YT link]

[fishymom-art]

Since we are allowed to ask the characters directly:

To Golden Cheese cookie: Since you have wings, like a bird, do you preen like one too?

If yes, are the boys (BS and SC) allowed to help? Or do you rather do it on your own?

Back with angst, everybody :)

I don’t think we ever had one with Golden Cheese!

[moodyvoid]

Touya’s been slumming it on the streets for a while now. Pick pocketing here and there, even mugging and robbery in desperate times.

He’s eyeing a couple walking down the alleyway, deciding they look like good enough targets.

You and your sort-of-ex-boyfriend have finally gotten together to grab lunch after some time separated. You consider maybe giving him another chance, after all, he really didn’t mean to steal $200 from your bank account to spend on Onlyfans.

You pause in the alleyway as another figure approaches you. Before he can even finish his sentence, “Hand over your wallet—” your boyfriend pushes you forward, you falling to the ground in front of the attacker.

Touya pauses watching the absolute pansy of a man high-tail it out of the alleyway, you sitting on the ground also watching him scramble back out to the street.

Did he piss himself?

You slowly turn your gaze to the pierced man. He looks down at you, pity on his face as he holds out his hand to you.

You take his hand, standing up. “I don’t have much.” you begin.

“Nah, forget it.” Touya replies.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you need the money for?” you ask.

He hesitates for a moment.

Why would you care?

“Food.” Touya says.

You pause, looking down at the bag that carried your now definitely ex-boyfriend’s leftovers. You hand it over to him.

“Here. It’s soba.” you say.

Touya takes the bag, looking it over. “Thanks…”

You nod and turn to exit the alleyway.

“What’s your name?” Touya asks.

You turn back, “Y/n… yours?”

Touya pauses for a moment, he’s been going by the name Dabi for a few months now, but for some reason when he opened his mouth— “Touya.”

You give a soft smile, “Enjoy your soba, Touya.”

Touya nods in response and watches you as you leave the alleyway.

Why did he tell you his real name? Why did it sound so sweet when you said it?

“Y/n…” he repeats, your name tasting just as sweet on his tongue.

“Y/n?!” A man calls out, Touya seeing the ex-boyfriend poking his head into the alleyway. Touya’s eyes narrow and he walks towards the man, his hand igniting in blue flame.

Names are so special.

The man screams in agony as the smell of burned flesh fills the air, blue flames eating him alive.

He doesn’t deserve to say your name anymore.

[the-storm-chaser]

Her eyes were screwed shut, trying to fight the pain...but she felt him approach, the vibration of his footsteps clear as day. Why he was doing this should have been obvious to the student, but in her current state, confusion overtook her. Especially as she felt a wave of something wash over her.

It didn't offer clarity, but it offered something else. A surge of emotion? A surge of power. Her eyes going wide as she noted her teacher towering above her.

She scrambled to her feet, wobbling as she did so. Fight back? How?! She wasn't armed, leaving her blades back at camp for the evening....this was supposed to be a night out to forget about that crap, not another bloody lesson!

URGH!

Her breath quickened, as if she were a cornered animal. Terrified. Panicking....and panic never led to good decisions. Especially when you happen to hold a shard of pure lightning at all times.

The flicker of the crystal gave the woman a semblance of an idea, but she didn't have time to flesh it out. She had cauterized wounds with just a spark...but to use more? That had to be a viable option...right?! She quickly attempted to snap her fingers a couple of times, trying to get a crackle to form....and when she did, any rational thought left her as she tried to fulfil her teacher's demand.

Eyes glowing cyan, she became a blur to the swordsman, her right hand forming into a fist as she re-appeared before him, punching him square in the abdomen with a yell. The attack itself was...almost worthless, the woman not as strong as him and inebriated...but that wasn't the focus here. What was obvious was that her hand was coated in lightning...almost to the point where her hand couldn't be seen due to the light. While she couldn't feel it due to the adrenaline, the other would be able to smell burnt flesh.

She had over done it, BIG TIME.

Aatrox stared, a bland smile on his face, as he watched the barman react. Carefully, he reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out a small gold coin, worth approximately the same as the entire bar and everything in it. He placed it down on the bar, making sure no other patron of this thing saw it, and laid a tiny geas upon the coin, that it could only be handled by the barman themself.

"For the wall." He said with a carefully faked smile, that probably terrified the barman more than the awful strength of Aatrox's arm, or the fact he'd thrown an essentially harmless girl through 6 inches of solid stone.

Casually stepping through, he watched as the girl hacked and coughed and griped, suddenly weary of human weakness. You used to praise their weaknesses, remember? Setaka whispered, filling his mind for a moment when he was Aatrox, golden son of the golden sands, honourable, just and brave. Praising the mortals who followed him for their bravery, their passion and their love of goodness and justice. It had broken his heart to kill them all, in the final battle of the Void War, but sacrifices had to be made to defeat the monsters of the Void...

"Fight back." Aatrox said calmly, infusing the girl with a shock of dopamine and all the other combat hormones he had access to. If he was right, the girl might be driven to actually fight him, by hook or by crook, rather than lie there and moan pitifully as if that would help her.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

There's so much wrong with "everyone is a little bit autistic"

Yes, allistic people might know a lot of facts about the things they like. Yes, allistic people might get a bit overwhelmed or underwhelmed sometimes. Yes, allistic people might not get an expression sometimes, mostly if it's the first time they hear it.

That doesn't make them autistic.

Those traits only make someone autistic when they become disabling. Because, big shock, autism is a disability. Yeah, even if someone is low support needs, because that doesn't mean they don't need any support at all.

Saying "everyone is a little bit autistic" is like saying "everyone struggles with this, so suck it up, you have no right to need help". Which is just pure ableist bullshit. It denies the fact that autistic people have higher support needs than NTs, no matter where in the autistic spectrum they are. We're not "neurospicy", we're disabled, and denying this fact is denying us the right to get the help we need, we deserve, to have a good life.

(yes, this rant is just because I made the awful decision of listening to "neurospicy (interlude)" by Jax. honestly I'd rather be called a slur than listen to that shit again.)