Finally trying my hand at AI quicksand images

[cerberus]

the AI apparently decided that the poor girl had had enough for one day and gave her a break... by going all "Midsommar" on her.

Ah, I see your AI has a sense of humour as well! I find these make me smile and usually post them if suitable.

[Boggy Man]

Angela411 is by far my favourite from this group, because of the distinct depressions in the quicksand surrounding her arms, illustrating the fact that she is steadily sinking, and her arms and hands will soon be sucked beneath the surface with her forever!

[BogDog]

I like it too. Looks like Mother Nature blooming for spring.

[JSample]

Angela411 is by far my favourite from this group, because of the distinct depressions in the quicksand surrounding her arms, illustrating the fact that she is steadily sinking, and her arms and hands will soon be sucked beneath the surface with her forever!

Thanks, Boggy Man. My aim in these images was to show not just that she is steadily sinking to her doom but has forced her arms back above the surface in a final, desperate reach for help that may or may not come.

[JSample]

I like it too. Looks like Mother Nature blooming for spring.

Thanks, Bog Dog. I think of it as both Angela and the quicksand preparing to blossom forth in a beauty that only those who have a thing for damsels in deep mud and quicksand can appreciate.

[JSample]

 
 
                                        "RESIGNATION"

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Around and above the direful scene of her distress, insects buzzed and birds called in the soft stillness of the warm air, heedless of the plight of the young woman trapped and sinking in the mire below, and as she felt herself settling deeper into the mass of muck enveloping her, a muted calmness seemed to settle upon the clearing that encircled the bog. Something in the hushed solitude of her surroundings began to have an allaying effect on her beleaguered mind, and she gradually became aware that the stark terror that had been wholly consuming her was now subtly and strangely subsiding as she hung, unmoving, in the quicksand’s confining keep. “Huh-umm,” she exhaled shakily, once, and then once again as she sensed her consciousness giving way to exhaustion; “ohhh, fuck…” she gasped quietly, her weary eyes falling closed as she slumped forward into the muck, “uhhm... uhhm... ohhh...” She felt as though she were about to drift off to sleep.
 
 

[JSample]

the AI apparently decided that the poor girl had had enough for one day and gave her a break... by going all "Midsommar" on her.

Ah, I see your AI has a sense of humour as well! I find these make me smile and usually post them if suitable.

Yes, indeed, and sometimes its "outtakes" are better than the intended results!

[JSample]

 
 
                                 "THE CREATURE WITHIN"

 

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Angela’s chin dropped into the thin sheen of water blanketing the miry expanse of the mudflat as it puddled around her despondent face, her tears rolling down her cheeks as they sought the quickest path by which they might join their element. As deeply as she had sunk into the clutching ooze, her heart had sunk infinitely deeper, sucked into a morass of misery that was now engulfing her very soul.

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She looked down through watery eyes at the reflection of her face in the fluid surface, its features distorted by the extreme angle at which she was viewing the visual echo of herself as it gazed back at her, the perverted vision rippling in tandem with her sobbing gasps. Through her tears, her shimmering likeness seemed to be making faces at her, its eyes and lips smirking and sneering mockingly at the foolhardy young woman whose hidden fascination for quicksand had left her so utterly fucked in its inescapable grasp.

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Then… to Angela’s absolute astonishment… the reflected image looked directly at her… and spoke.

“It was worth it, wasn’t it, Angie-girl?” Angela’s twisted duplicate said to her in a sensual voice from the surface of the mire.
 
 

[JSample]

 
"INITIATION"

By now it had to have been more than a minute.

Connie’s prospective sorority sisters had promised her that, having completed all her previous initiation challenges to their satisfaction –– but often to her own embarrassment and discomfort –– her passing this final test would guarantee her acceptance in their house. They called it a “trust test,” one wherein she would prove to her sisters that she trusted them with her very life. They had led her blindfolded to a dismal, depressing place well off-campus called Deadwood Swamp and explained her final task to her: She was to step into the middle of a deep mudflat (“quickmud,” they called it) between the towering remains of skeletal trees and stand stock still as she began to sink. No struggling, no flailing of her arms, no writhing of her body; she was to stand as straight as one of the dead trees surrounding her while she descended into the ooze with her arms held out to her sides. Waiting at the edge of the muddy area, her prospective sisters would use long sticks with pads at the ends (“to prevent bruising,” they had said) with which they would press down on her shoulders to ensure that she would sink all the way beneath the surface and then some. She was to remain entombed this way in the grasp of the mud, “dying” to her previous commitments, with no panicking, no struggling to escape, until a full minute had passed, after which the sisters would then reach down into the muck and take hold of her outstretched arms to heave their muddy yet newly-minted sister back to the surface, “reborn” from the earth as a full member of their sorority.

But by now it had to have been more than a minute… and she still felt no movement in the mud above her.

Connie’s lungs were already burning from a lack of fresh oxygen as she strove to remain perfectly still within the depths of the miry morass enveloping her in the hope of demonstrating unquestionably to her prospective sisters that she truly was worthy of their sisterhood, that she did indeed trust them to the end. She would complete this final test, she vowed to herself, as she had all the previous ones. But as uncountable seconds continued to pass within the oppressive blackness of the weighty muck pressing in heavily all around her –– Surely it’s been more than a minute now! –– she realized that her prior certainty in the sisters’ desire for her to join them was giving way to an unthinkable, horrifying suspicion as her increasingly tormented mind finally dared to ask the question that she now recognized that she should have asked herself from the very beginning: Did her prospective sisters deserve her trust?

Suddenly the apparent absence of the sisters at the surface above her no longer mattered, nor did her promised membership in their sorority; all that mattered was her next breath of air. In a fervor of defiance against her imminent suffocation Connie drove her arms downward into the muddy depths, propelling herself upward against the thick ooze clutching at her as she forcefully expelled carbon dioxide-laden air through her mouth and nose, hoping against hope that her next desperate inhalation would fill her tortured lungs with sweet oxygen and not suffocating muck. To her gasping relief her determined effort brought her upturned face back to the surface… but just barely, the heavy mud cleaving thickly and gummily to her long hair and body as she rose. Her diaphragm contracted involuntarily, oblivious to the flowing gunk that it drew into her mouth along with the precious air that she craved while her lips and tongue fought to repel the invading ooze. Far below, the deep suction of the quickmud rebounded against the upward thrust generated by her arms as it strove to reclaim its prize, grasping her body in a frenzied contest between her will to live and the gooey vise of its viscous grip.

Her prospective “sisters” were nowhere to be seen.

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[JSample]

 
                                      "BEAUTIFUL MESS"

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"Don't mind me... I'm just lying here in the mud... thinking about you... messing about you... wishing I could get messy with you..."