Finally trying my hand at AI quicksand images

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Mud-bound by moonlight.

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Bewailing her fate.

(At first I wondered why she seemed to be "crying mud," but then I remembered that my source content included a line about her tears "mingling with the mire," so I guess that's what the AI took it to mean.)

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My adolescent fetish fantasy: rescuing the damsel in distress from quicksand. Of course, I do not and never did look like the guy in these images; that's the AI's doing. Also, don't ask me who all those people are in the background cheering on "my" heroics; maybe the AI knows more about my psyche than I do.

[dlodoski]

For a few years there, it seemed like Karl Urban was everywhere.

Regarding that first image, maybe he's back.

Good visual variety this time.

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For a few years there, it seemed like Karl Urban was everywhere.
Regarding that first image, maybe he's back.
Good visual variety this time.

Thanks, I'm trying to strike a balance between variety and consistency. I'm not yet to the point of making videos, so sometimes I'll try to simulate the effect of a video with a sequence of similar images, as I did my first couple of days with this thread.

Regarding my not looking like the "hero" in my images above, the guys in these two images come much closer to how I actually look (although they still have more and darker hair than I do).

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"SWEET SPOT"

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Her innocent-yet-not-so-innocent fantasy in seeking out the mud pit, her imagined “sweet spot,” whose brightly shimmering surface beckoned her beguilingly under the mesmerizing interplay of sunlight and shadow cast upon it from above, had been to give herself freely and fully to its thick, fluid depths in the thrall of her rising, fluid response to what she anticipated would be its hedonic hold on her body.

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She had savored the rapturous rush of erotic expectation coursing through her being as she envisioned how very deep –– All the way to my tits, maybe? –– the mud might willingly take her, her arousal quickly escalating as she entertained the “dirty” notion of opening her jeans deep beneath the surface, sliding her hand to the heart of her very own “sweet spot,” and pleasuring herself to orgasm while she luxuriated in the miry earth’s enveloping embrace. “It’ll be fun,” she had assured herself as she stepped eagerly into the ooze; “No one will be around, and I’ll have the mud all to myself.” Yes, that had been her warm, sunny, picture-perfect fantasy…

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Unfortunately, the cold, stark, grim reality was that her miry “sweet spot” now had her all to itself… and wasn’t about to relinquish its prize.

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"SAD END"

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She was going to die, she grimly admitted as she gazed dolefully at the skeletal trees that loomed lifelessly over her; there was no escaping it. She was going to drown in quicksand. She would gulp one final, futile lungful of air as the flowing mud closed over her face, she would slip beneath the surface, and then, after a minute or so of faint, useless struggling in the dense, smothering blackness, her oxygen-starved body and brain would at last betray her… and she would drown. The quicksand didn’t even have to be “bottomless” like the old movies made it out to be; it only had to be deeper than she was tall. Nothing more.

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                                    "DEATHLY DESCENT"

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                             "Oh, god... I'm in quicksand!"

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                                  "Hellllllp! I'm sinking!"

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                                ... somebody... please...

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                                          ... can't...

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                                                  ...
 
 
 

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Nice sequence, very well done.

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Nice sequence, very well done.

Thank you. I'm gradually becoming more adept at telling the AI what it needs to know to get it to generate what I want to see.