That's more or less where I was coming from. I like to conceptualise ideas, whether it is in writing or as a visual. AI allows me to visualise what is in my head with clearer detail than the vagueness in my mind, so it gets the creative engine going. But just as it can be a shortcut to creating a complete piece of work it also lacks creativity on its own. I don't feel the satisfaction of creating something that has already been made.
I can just give anyone my prompts and they can create the exact same outputs. What separates AI creators are what they assemble with their tools. AI was originally a knowledge gap. Now it's a creativity gap.
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65sinking wrote:Viridian wrote:65sinking wrote:Starting a dedicated thread for the images I've generated via Perchance. At the moment, Perchance is the best AI generator for me - I'm glad to have learnt of its existence through cerberus, and I might have gone a little too crazy; I now have thousands of generated images; I should really get around to looking through my folders, raising my standards, and doing a merciless cull of all the images that don't meet them.
What Jinn said. When you realise you can churn out infinite images, you begin to feel like a hack for not at least putting the effort to curate the outputs. I don't feel inclined to continue to create a lot of AI work because now anyone can do the same thing with the exact same appearance. Now that we're past the pioneering stage with our QS fetish, the challenge is in creating more unique work with the tools that we have.
I know what you mean. After playing with AI generation for about 3 months, the honeymoon period has kind of ended for me; I'm no longer so indiscriminate when it comes to sorting out what I choose to save and what I delete.
I personally think you've done a lot to push the envelope to see what AI can do. I've been a great fan of your writing ever since you started posting on the old Deep Sinking forum (I commented on many of your stories under an old nickname, and lurked in this forum under that old nickname up until recently), and I still think it's your strongest talent - the dabbling in illustration and AI-generated images were a bonus to the awesome written content you've produced and shared. That makes you stand out from so many of the other people on some of the platforms who have generated and shared a torrent of (frankly sometimes substandard) images.
One of the ways the craft can grow, in my opinion, is to use AI-generated images to enhance storytelling, regardless of whether it takes the form of a few sentences or a few thousand words. But then again, I have always been better at writing than drawing, so maybe I'm biased. And to be honest, I think your Quicksand Studies series was what sort of led me to start doing little vignettes for the stuff I've selected and posted.
I think you may be looking at this a bit negatively. Yes, you can generate loads of images and need to curate them, but it is still only three months and, like me, you haven't really scratched the surface yet. There is so much more to explore and experiment with. All your pics to date appear to be daytime, try evenings, moonlit nights, storms, different landscapes, wider views. After that there are all the varying styles. The range of options are extensive, see just how different you can get, it's a lot of fun and sometimes the AI can throw up some really oddball stuff. Don't worry about making everything seem worthwhile, it's a toy at the moment, have a good play with it. For me, the little bits and pieces I write with the images aren't there before the image is created, it's the image that triggers the idea. I give the AI a reasonably free rein to go were it wants and see what comes of it.
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Here are another 5 images I've generated through Perchance, along with the short stories they've inspired. Because these tales are becoming longer, I'm posting them one at a time.
Eyewitness
"Please, I swear I didn't see anything!" she pleaded as she sank deeper in the thick, oozing mud.
It had been just another typical night at the club, where she worked as a dancer. Close to 4 am, there had been an altercation of some sort; there had been a heated exchange somewhere, somebody punched somebody else, and before she knew it, bottles and glasses were being tossed and smashed, and there was an all-out brawl. It was not the first fight she had seen at work, but she did not expect someone to pull out a gun, and then before anyone could react, one of the men involved in the fighting was dead.
What followed next was chaos as everyone fled. She and several of her fellow dancers had been too slow, and they were grabbed by a group of men, then unceremoniously shoved into a black van with tinted windows.
She had guessed that the club she worked for had shady ties - so many clubs and bars did. But she had no idea that her workplace was owned by the local criminal syndicate. And the man who had died was the son of the triad boss. Whereas those who had captured her and her co-workers were from a rival gang on the other side of the city, and had botched an attempt to kidnap the boss' son.
Where were they going, she wondered. She didn't have a clear idea of how much time had passed, but they had been on the road for more than an hour.
The van finally came to a stop, and the dancers were ordered to disembark. She squinted when the door opened - the sun was already up. She recognised the lake that was located outside of the city. It had not been raining for some time, and the water was a lot lower than before, leaving a large expanse of soft mud between solid ground and the water's edge.
The dancers were made to walk in single file along an old, rickety wooden pier. She happened to be right in front. What were they doing?
The most senior-looking among the men motioned his head towards the mud, and one of the other thugs stepped forward and approached her. Placing a firm hand on one shoulder, and the other on her butt, he roughly shoved her towards the end of the boardwalk.
It dawned on her that they were getting rid of possible witnesses.
She tried to protest. It didn't make any sense, there were so many other people who had witnessed the shooting and had fled the scene. Even if the dancers were silenced, the boss would still be able to learn who was responsible, and have his revenge. But the men were desperate and panicking, and couldn't be reasoned with.
With one final push, she lost her footing, and fell in.
The mud readily accepted her body, and she plunged right in to her waist. As she wriggled helplessly, she continued to plead for the men to save her, but they simply stood and stared. Several of the dancers were screaming and struggling, while others were silently weeping, not wanting to share the same fate.
She placed her hands on the surface, and tried to push herself upwards. But almost immediately, the mire greedily swallowed up her hands, and now her arms were trapped in the sucking, quaking mud. She was steadily sinking, and still couldn't feel any bottom.
"No, please! You don't have to do this!" she cried as the quicksand started to claim and devour her breasts. The men were starting to push another dancer towards the edge.
Was this the end for her and her co-workers?
Eyewitness
"Please, I swear I didn't see anything!" she pleaded as she sank deeper in the thick, oozing mud.
It had been just another typical night at the club, where she worked as a dancer. Close to 4 am, there had been an altercation of some sort; there had been a heated exchange somewhere, somebody punched somebody else, and before she knew it, bottles and glasses were being tossed and smashed, and there was an all-out brawl. It was not the first fight she had seen at work, but she did not expect someone to pull out a gun, and then before anyone could react, one of the men involved in the fighting was dead.
What followed next was chaos as everyone fled. She and several of her fellow dancers had been too slow, and they were grabbed by a group of men, then unceremoniously shoved into a black van with tinted windows.
She had guessed that the club she worked for had shady ties - so many clubs and bars did. But she had no idea that her workplace was owned by the local criminal syndicate. And the man who had died was the son of the triad boss. Whereas those who had captured her and her co-workers were from a rival gang on the other side of the city, and had botched an attempt to kidnap the boss' son.
Where were they going, she wondered. She didn't have a clear idea of how much time had passed, but they had been on the road for more than an hour.
The van finally came to a stop, and the dancers were ordered to disembark. She squinted when the door opened - the sun was already up. She recognised the lake that was located outside of the city. It had not been raining for some time, and the water was a lot lower than before, leaving a large expanse of soft mud between solid ground and the water's edge.
The dancers were made to walk in single file along an old, rickety wooden pier. She happened to be right in front. What were they doing?
The most senior-looking among the men motioned his head towards the mud, and one of the other thugs stepped forward and approached her. Placing a firm hand on one shoulder, and the other on her butt, he roughly shoved her towards the end of the boardwalk.
It dawned on her that they were getting rid of possible witnesses.
She tried to protest. It didn't make any sense, there were so many other people who had witnessed the shooting and had fled the scene. Even if the dancers were silenced, the boss would still be able to learn who was responsible, and have his revenge. But the men were desperate and panicking, and couldn't be reasoned with.
With one final push, she lost her footing, and fell in.
The mud readily accepted her body, and she plunged right in to her waist. As she wriggled helplessly, she continued to plead for the men to save her, but they simply stood and stared. Several of the dancers were screaming and struggling, while others were silently weeping, not wanting to share the same fate.
She placed her hands on the surface, and tried to push herself upwards. But almost immediately, the mire greedily swallowed up her hands, and now her arms were trapped in the sucking, quaking mud. She was steadily sinking, and still couldn't feel any bottom.
"No, please! You don't have to do this!" she cried as the quicksand started to claim and devour her breasts. The men were starting to push another dancer towards the edge.
Was this the end for her and her co-workers?
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Desperate Situation
She regretted wandering away from the crowded beach. She didn't realise that somebody had followed her, and was alarmed when a man suddenly grabbed her and attempted to drag her away into the bushes. She was lucky enough to land a well-aimed kick that made him release her, and she fled, hoping to get back to safety.
Unfortunately, she did not realise just how hazardous this stretch of shoreline was, as she slipped and first one foot, then the other, vanished in a patch of soft mud.
She struggled, and tried to free her legs, but that only accelerated her descent. She sank in to her knees, then her thighs, then her hips followed suit, as she continued to settle deeper in the squelching sludge. She was up to her waist in the mire when he finally caught up.
"Please help me, I'm sinking!"
She reached out to him, but instead of grabbing her outstretched hands, he started rubbing himself.
Oh what a sicko, she thought to herself, as she flinched in disgust and instead, tried to push herself up. But she was unable to break free of the suction, and as she plunged back down, the mud swallowed her up to her chest, then claimed her arms as well.
"Oh no I'm stuck! Please help me, I'll do anything if you save me!"
She wasn't sure if she would be able to keep her word, but in any case, he did not seem interested in rescuing her. She tried not to look at her would-be assailant as he continued standing at the edge, breathing heavily, with one hand down his pants.
"I'm still sinking! Please, I can't get out of this mud." She was trying desperately not to panic, as she leaned backwards, hoping to free her arms. It seemed to work a little, but she was still steadily sinking deeper and deeper. She realised that at the rate the mud was climbing up her body, she would go under before her arms could be freed.
Great. She was about to drown in quicksand while a pervert jerked off. She wriggled helplessly as more of her body was consumed by the mudflat, and screamed, hoping that somebody else would be able to hear her cries for help before she slipped beneath the quivering surface. The mud continued to rise around her, and encircled her neck...
She regretted wandering away from the crowded beach. She didn't realise that somebody had followed her, and was alarmed when a man suddenly grabbed her and attempted to drag her away into the bushes. She was lucky enough to land a well-aimed kick that made him release her, and she fled, hoping to get back to safety.
Unfortunately, she did not realise just how hazardous this stretch of shoreline was, as she slipped and first one foot, then the other, vanished in a patch of soft mud.
She struggled, and tried to free her legs, but that only accelerated her descent. She sank in to her knees, then her thighs, then her hips followed suit, as she continued to settle deeper in the squelching sludge. She was up to her waist in the mire when he finally caught up.
"Please help me, I'm sinking!"
She reached out to him, but instead of grabbing her outstretched hands, he started rubbing himself.
Oh what a sicko, she thought to herself, as she flinched in disgust and instead, tried to push herself up. But she was unable to break free of the suction, and as she plunged back down, the mud swallowed her up to her chest, then claimed her arms as well.
"Oh no I'm stuck! Please help me, I'll do anything if you save me!"
She wasn't sure if she would be able to keep her word, but in any case, he did not seem interested in rescuing her. She tried not to look at her would-be assailant as he continued standing at the edge, breathing heavily, with one hand down his pants.
"I'm still sinking! Please, I can't get out of this mud." She was trying desperately not to panic, as she leaned backwards, hoping to free her arms. It seemed to work a little, but she was still steadily sinking deeper and deeper. She realised that at the rate the mud was climbing up her body, she would go under before her arms could be freed.
Great. She was about to drown in quicksand while a pervert jerked off. She wriggled helplessly as more of her body was consumed by the mudflat, and screamed, hoping that somebody else would be able to hear her cries for help before she slipped beneath the quivering surface. The mud continued to rise around her, and encircled her neck...
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This Isn't Fun
"Ok, I hope you've enjoyed watching me sink in quicksand, but now it's time to pull me out."
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"Hello? Anyone there? Hello? I know you can hear me..."
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"What... what do you mean by that? How much deeper do you want me to go? I'm already in up to my neck, and I'm still sinking!"
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"No I can't feel the bottom! And I can't pull my arms out either. *grunts* I'm stuck!"
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"*shocked gasp* You want to see me go under? No! I didn't agree to this!"
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"Help! Can't you see?! It's already up to my chin! I don't have time for this!"
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"No! This isn't fun anymore! *sobs* Please! I don't want to do this!"
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"No! Please, God, no! I'm drowning in quicksand... *whimpers* I'm drowning in quicksand..."
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"Please... please save me... I'll do anything you want..."
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"Oh no I'm going under! Please I don't wanna die oh please please please I can't hold on much longer please pull me out I can't..."
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"SOMEBODY HELP ME I'M IN QUICKSAND! HELP! HEL- *cough* *choke* MMMM! MMMM! MMMM- *squelching mud noises*"
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*bubbles popping*
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*splash*
*cough* *sputter* *deep breaths* *cough*
"So... *mischievous chuckle* How did I do?"
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"Oh I'm glad you loved it. Would you like to see me sink again soon? *satisfied sigh* That felt so amazing..."
"Ok, I hope you've enjoyed watching me sink in quicksand, but now it's time to pull me out."
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"Hello? Anyone there? Hello? I know you can hear me..."
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"What... what do you mean by that? How much deeper do you want me to go? I'm already in up to my neck, and I'm still sinking!"
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"No I can't feel the bottom! And I can't pull my arms out either. *grunts* I'm stuck!"
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"*shocked gasp* You want to see me go under? No! I didn't agree to this!"
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"Help! Can't you see?! It's already up to my chin! I don't have time for this!"
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"No! This isn't fun anymore! *sobs* Please! I don't want to do this!"
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"No! Please, God, no! I'm drowning in quicksand... *whimpers* I'm drowning in quicksand..."
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"Please... please save me... I'll do anything you want..."
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"Oh no I'm going under! Please I don't wanna die oh please please please I can't hold on much longer please pull me out I can't..."
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"SOMEBODY HELP ME I'M IN QUICKSAND! HELP! HEL- *cough* *choke* MMMM! MMMM! MMMM- *squelching mud noises*"
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*bubbles popping*
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*splash*
*cough* *sputter* *deep breaths* *cough*
"So... *mischievous chuckle* How did I do?"
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"Oh I'm glad you loved it. Would you like to see me sink again soon? *satisfied sigh* That felt so amazing..."
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Collateral Damage
She knew that hooking up with a high-ranking member of the local criminal gang was dangerous, but she appreciated the expensive gifts, the access to a glamorous lifestyle, and the ability to provide a better life for her parents and younger siblings. Besides, she always felt safe in his presence. Even on days when he was not by her side, she enjoyed the protection of a team of bodyguards.
Still, she worried for his safety at times. They had gone through some close shaves together, and she worried that one day, she would lose him. After all, one didn't become a prominent figure in the underworld without making some enemies.
What she didn't expect however, was for some of those enemies to set their sights on her instead.
It had been a nice, relaxing day at a small, private beach with several of her girlfriends, under the watchful eye of the bodyguards. She had left the group briefly to return to the nearby beach house to get more drinks. One of the guards had offered to go instead, but she had smiled and insisted that she could do it herself.
Unexpectedly, as she walked along the short path between the beach and the house, two men had suddenly burst out of the bushes lining the path, grabbed her, and carried her kicking and screaming to a van parked nearby. The bodyguard tailing her had taken off in hot pursuit and nearly caught up with her assailants, but to no avail; a well-aimed bullet brought him down as the van sped off. She wept as she saw his crumpled, lifeless body, sprawled on the ground; he had been loyal and honest, and had protected her from so much up until this moment.
A short while later, she was ordered out of the vehicle, and she meekly complied; the guns they were carrying put all thoughts of resistance to rest. The men walked her to the top of a small dune, and before she could ask what they wanted, a rough push sent her tumbling down the sandy slope.
She came to a stop at the bottom of the sand dune. As she carefully got to her feet, shaken but not hurt, she gave a cry of alarm as both of her feet were suddenly swallowed up by the ground, and she plunged into a pit of soft, loose sand. In mere seconds, she was stuck up to her thighs. She tried to struggle and claw her way out, but quickly stopped as her descent hastened and she sank in to her waist.
The men looked down at her. As she pleaded for rescue, one of them whipped out a mobile phone, and appeared to call someone. The call was answered, there was a brief exchange, then the man on the phone turned his phone to face her, as she continued to slowly sink in the sand. She saw her lover's face on the phone screen, and realised what was going on.
These men were using her to get to him.
"No! It's a trap!" she screamed as loudly as she could.
Her kidnapper resumed speaking on the phone, and she could hear her boyfriend yelling at him. Shortly after, the call ended, and all the men resumed watching, as bit by bit, more and more of her body vanished.
Several minutes passed. The hungry sand was now just below her chest. She tried not to panic, but whimpered softly as she felt the sand gently lapping at her breasts. She hoped her lover would be able to save her, but at the same time, she knew that he would be putting his own life at great risk if he showed up.
Without any warning, there was a commotion among the men on top of the dune. Several of them disappeared from view, and she heard angry shouts, followed by several gunshots. She flinched; this was not the first shootout she had experienced, but the sound of gunshots always brought back unpleasant memories.
"Over here! Help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!" she yelled in desperation, as more gunshots rang out, and the sand engulfed more of her body. She had no idea what was going on, and didn't know if anybody could hear her screams, but one thing she knew for sure, time was running out, and she had mere minutes to go before she slipped under and was entirely consumed.
She knew that hooking up with a high-ranking member of the local criminal gang was dangerous, but she appreciated the expensive gifts, the access to a glamorous lifestyle, and the ability to provide a better life for her parents and younger siblings. Besides, she always felt safe in his presence. Even on days when he was not by her side, she enjoyed the protection of a team of bodyguards.
Still, she worried for his safety at times. They had gone through some close shaves together, and she worried that one day, she would lose him. After all, one didn't become a prominent figure in the underworld without making some enemies.
What she didn't expect however, was for some of those enemies to set their sights on her instead.
It had been a nice, relaxing day at a small, private beach with several of her girlfriends, under the watchful eye of the bodyguards. She had left the group briefly to return to the nearby beach house to get more drinks. One of the guards had offered to go instead, but she had smiled and insisted that she could do it herself.
Unexpectedly, as she walked along the short path between the beach and the house, two men had suddenly burst out of the bushes lining the path, grabbed her, and carried her kicking and screaming to a van parked nearby. The bodyguard tailing her had taken off in hot pursuit and nearly caught up with her assailants, but to no avail; a well-aimed bullet brought him down as the van sped off. She wept as she saw his crumpled, lifeless body, sprawled on the ground; he had been loyal and honest, and had protected her from so much up until this moment.
A short while later, she was ordered out of the vehicle, and she meekly complied; the guns they were carrying put all thoughts of resistance to rest. The men walked her to the top of a small dune, and before she could ask what they wanted, a rough push sent her tumbling down the sandy slope.
She came to a stop at the bottom of the sand dune. As she carefully got to her feet, shaken but not hurt, she gave a cry of alarm as both of her feet were suddenly swallowed up by the ground, and she plunged into a pit of soft, loose sand. In mere seconds, she was stuck up to her thighs. She tried to struggle and claw her way out, but quickly stopped as her descent hastened and she sank in to her waist.
The men looked down at her. As she pleaded for rescue, one of them whipped out a mobile phone, and appeared to call someone. The call was answered, there was a brief exchange, then the man on the phone turned his phone to face her, as she continued to slowly sink in the sand. She saw her lover's face on the phone screen, and realised what was going on.
These men were using her to get to him.
"No! It's a trap!" she screamed as loudly as she could.
Her kidnapper resumed speaking on the phone, and she could hear her boyfriend yelling at him. Shortly after, the call ended, and all the men resumed watching, as bit by bit, more and more of her body vanished.
Several minutes passed. The hungry sand was now just below her chest. She tried not to panic, but whimpered softly as she felt the sand gently lapping at her breasts. She hoped her lover would be able to save her, but at the same time, she knew that he would be putting his own life at great risk if he showed up.
Without any warning, there was a commotion among the men on top of the dune. Several of them disappeared from view, and she heard angry shouts, followed by several gunshots. She flinched; this was not the first shootout she had experienced, but the sound of gunshots always brought back unpleasant memories.
"Over here! Help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!" she yelled in desperation, as more gunshots rang out, and the sand engulfed more of her body. She had no idea what was going on, and didn't know if anybody could hear her screams, but one thing she knew for sure, time was running out, and she had mere minutes to go before she slipped under and was entirely consumed.
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Office Liaisons
It had been a rough week at work. She could almost hear a collective sigh of relief throughout the entire office as the clock finally indicated that they could leave. She couldn't wait to spend the weekend decompressing and indulging in her favourite activities.
"Bye, enjoy your weekend!"
Just before she left, she smiled at the new guy and said goodbye to him, and he returned the greeting. A month or so ago, she had initially been annoyed that she had been tasked with being in charge of babysitting the latest hire; work was already challenging enough without having to hold somebody else's hand, not to mention being responsible for checking their work and cleaning up after the inevitable mistakes. But he had been diligent, earnest, and quick at picking things up, and they'd built up a comfortable rapport. And she did appreciate the extra assistance during busy periods.
Although they were both roughly the same age, in some way, she felt like a big sister to him. That he was good-looking was a bonus, although she tried her best not to let it affect her. There were times when she thought she could feel a hint of romantic tension between them, but the moment usually passed; the busy nature of their jobs meant that they did not have a lot of time to dwell on such matters. A part of her wanted to ask him out on a date, even if it was a simple lunch, but on the other hand, she knew that workplace romances were usually a very bad idea. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if this working arrangement had been planned by some of her other co-workers.
She boarded the subway, and began scrolling through her social media feeds. After a while, she mustered up the courage, and opened her online dating app. She sighed and rolled her eyes. What was I expecting, she thought to herself. Chats with guys who at first seemed like good matches based on their profiles, but who turned out to be too boring or too self-absorbed for her tastes. Messages to prospective matches that did not receive any acknowledgment or replies. Conversations that had started out strong, but then fizzled out when it turned out that both parties were not really that compatible. She had even managed to go out on a few dates, but none of them worked out. Then of course, there were the messages from creepy losers.
How much longer did she have to go through all this disappointment, she wondered. She realised that it had been a while since she got laid. Fuck it, maybe I'll just go home, dress up, go to a bar, let some random dude chat me up and we’ll have a one-night stand, she thought to herself. Maybe he'll be decent-looking. Maybe the sex will even be average. Or maybe she should just give up on all her weekend plans, and stay at home with all her toys. She closed her eyes and started getting lost in her own thoughts and fantasies. Almost unconsciously, she lowered one hand and started touching her crotch...
No! Her eyes opened wide. Not on the train. She looked around sheepishly, hoping that nobody else saw her. Oh thank goodness, everybody else was staring at their own phones. It dawned on her that she was very frustrated. And she was a little disturbed by the fact that for a brief moment, the image of her co-worker had popped up in her mind.
There was still some distance to go before the train arrived at her stop, but she alighted early, and headed towards a nature park she had visited on numerous occasions. She knew she wasn't dressed for a proper hike through the woods and wetlands, but she needed to clear her head, and she knew just the spot where she could release all her tension.
It took her a while before she reached a point along the trail with low railings, marked with a large sign that said "DANGER: DEEP MUD", as well as symbols depicting a drowning person. Beyond the barrier was a large expanse of thick, oozing mud. Yes, she had made it. She knew that at this time of day, there were hardly any visitors this deep within the park, and besides, she knew a spot where she could remain out of sight. She took off her shoes, hid them beneath a clump of dense bushes, lifted one leg over the railing, and stepped off the trail.
She walked on the grass bordering the mudflat, and rounded a small grove of trees. She smiled as she felt the cool mud between her toes, the soft sludge giving way beneath her feet, and the stickiness as it clung to her soles. Almost there. She was starting to feel herself getting wet with anticipation and excitement.
Finally. She had arrived at her little secret spot. She was originally planning to come here on a day when she was more appropriately dressed, but she could not wait any longer.
She walked a bit further out, and giggled as the mud eagerly accepted her legs, and she sank right in up to her knees.
Oh I really needed this, she thought to herself, as she wriggled her hips and pretended to do a sexy dance, and worked herself in deeper. She pulled her black pencil skirt upwards, revealing her black lace panties to the mud, and bit her lower lip, anticipating the surge of emotions that would flood her senses soon enough.
"OH MY GOD OH FUCK!" She had not expected just how intense it would be, as the silt licked at her crotch, then as she thrusted her hips against the surface, continued to swallow her up. She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the mud sucking on her womanhood. Wow, she thought, I must have been really pent up, as she swayed from side to side, and descended to her waist. Oops, she realised, I forgot to take off my shirt. Oh well, that was a problem to be dealt with later. She slid both hands into the waiting mud, and moaned with pleasure as she began rubbing herself below...
Wait, what was that? She broke out of her trance. She heard someone's footsteps approaching, and a voice, asking if someone was there. Damn, so there were other people walking around here after all. She kept silent and dared not move a muscle, hoping that the other person would walk away and she could be left alone once again. She had sunk in past her navel, and although she did not look down, she could still feel herself slowly settling in deeper.
To her dismay, the other person wasn't leaving, and was actually getting closer. She had nowhere to hide; it would take too long for her to pull herself out of the sticky mud. She debated whether to yell at the person and shoo them away before they saw her, but decided that wasn't going to work. She could pretend that she had fallen into a treacherous quicksand pit and act as the damsel in distress, begging for rescue. That might have worked, if not for the fact that there was no way she could have simply fallen off the trail to end up here, and her handbag was carefully placed at the base of a tree at the edge of the mud. She had to decide what to say quickly, she was going to be found soon enough-
"Oh! It's you!" She was taken by surprise when the person came into view. It was her co-worker. She could feel herself turning red. Judging from how he just stood there, staring at her, with his mouth open, he was just as surprised.
They remained in place for a few moments, not knowing what to say. The mud gurgled, and she sank just a little bit more.
"Well this is awkward..." she sheepishly broke the silence. "I... What brings you here?"
She felt another wave of pleasure flood her body, and smiled, but tried her best not to let out another moan. Meanwhile, he hadn't moved at all. He was clearly still trying to process what he was looking at.
Guess I have to take charge of this situation, she thought. She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. She took a deep breath, and tried not to dwell too much on the fact that they were both meeting outside of the workplace under very embarrassing circumstances. Seeing each other on Monday morning was going to be really uncomfortable.
"I came here to unwind and let off some steam after work. It's been quite the week, huh?" He still didn't say a single word, but at least he nodded in agreement.
"And erm... no wonder your bag looked larger than usual, guess you were already planning to come here straight after work?" She had noticed that he had changed out into attire more suited for a leisurely hike through the park. He nodded.
"Don't worry, you really don't need to be so shy. Look... you can come closer. Over here," she gestured towards the base of the nearby tree. "I'll explain some things. You can sit here, next to my bag. Make yourself comfortable." She could feel her confidence growing.
By the time he was finally sitting on the tree roots right in front of her, the mud was just beneath her breasts. Oh dear, she thought, this was when she usually started to lose control. Got to keep it together and not humiliate herself further.
"So... yes, I'm just as surprised as you are. I have a kink about sinking in quicksand. I'm sure you have your own weird little fetishes too." He looked down and didn't dare to make eye contact, but he was clearly blushing and smiling too.
"Oh don't worry, it's not that dangerous over here. Yes, it can be quite soft and deep, but it's not too difficult to pull myself out. I've even gone under a few times. You probably won’t understand, but it's a truly amazing experience for me. Sometimes, the deeper I sink, the more I can feel all my worries just melt away."
"In fact, ooh..." she shivered as the mud reached her breasts. "Oh... Sorry, I'm usually alone when I do this, and this is when it gets really intense for me."
A thought suddenly came to her mind. "You know what? Would you like to... join me?" She leaned over, giving him a good view of her cleavage, and smiled seductively.
He thought for a bit, then smiled, stood up, took off his shoes, and took his first step into the mud.
It was not long before he started sinking in as well. He reached out to her. She took his hand, and he pulled her close to his body. She embraced him, felt his hot breath on her skin, got a whiff of his cologne, and began to grind her hips against his, while his hands got to work and started to unbutton her shirt.
"Oh this is so hot…"
As they kissed and sank to their shoulders, a part of her recalled that workplace romances were usually a very bad idea. Oh heck it, she thought. That was a problem to be dealt with later.
It had been a rough week at work. She could almost hear a collective sigh of relief throughout the entire office as the clock finally indicated that they could leave. She couldn't wait to spend the weekend decompressing and indulging in her favourite activities.
"Bye, enjoy your weekend!"
Just before she left, she smiled at the new guy and said goodbye to him, and he returned the greeting. A month or so ago, she had initially been annoyed that she had been tasked with being in charge of babysitting the latest hire; work was already challenging enough without having to hold somebody else's hand, not to mention being responsible for checking their work and cleaning up after the inevitable mistakes. But he had been diligent, earnest, and quick at picking things up, and they'd built up a comfortable rapport. And she did appreciate the extra assistance during busy periods.
Although they were both roughly the same age, in some way, she felt like a big sister to him. That he was good-looking was a bonus, although she tried her best not to let it affect her. There were times when she thought she could feel a hint of romantic tension between them, but the moment usually passed; the busy nature of their jobs meant that they did not have a lot of time to dwell on such matters. A part of her wanted to ask him out on a date, even if it was a simple lunch, but on the other hand, she knew that workplace romances were usually a very bad idea. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if this working arrangement had been planned by some of her other co-workers.
She boarded the subway, and began scrolling through her social media feeds. After a while, she mustered up the courage, and opened her online dating app. She sighed and rolled her eyes. What was I expecting, she thought to herself. Chats with guys who at first seemed like good matches based on their profiles, but who turned out to be too boring or too self-absorbed for her tastes. Messages to prospective matches that did not receive any acknowledgment or replies. Conversations that had started out strong, but then fizzled out when it turned out that both parties were not really that compatible. She had even managed to go out on a few dates, but none of them worked out. Then of course, there were the messages from creepy losers.
How much longer did she have to go through all this disappointment, she wondered. She realised that it had been a while since she got laid. Fuck it, maybe I'll just go home, dress up, go to a bar, let some random dude chat me up and we’ll have a one-night stand, she thought to herself. Maybe he'll be decent-looking. Maybe the sex will even be average. Or maybe she should just give up on all her weekend plans, and stay at home with all her toys. She closed her eyes and started getting lost in her own thoughts and fantasies. Almost unconsciously, she lowered one hand and started touching her crotch...
No! Her eyes opened wide. Not on the train. She looked around sheepishly, hoping that nobody else saw her. Oh thank goodness, everybody else was staring at their own phones. It dawned on her that she was very frustrated. And she was a little disturbed by the fact that for a brief moment, the image of her co-worker had popped up in her mind.
There was still some distance to go before the train arrived at her stop, but she alighted early, and headed towards a nature park she had visited on numerous occasions. She knew she wasn't dressed for a proper hike through the woods and wetlands, but she needed to clear her head, and she knew just the spot where she could release all her tension.
It took her a while before she reached a point along the trail with low railings, marked with a large sign that said "DANGER: DEEP MUD", as well as symbols depicting a drowning person. Beyond the barrier was a large expanse of thick, oozing mud. Yes, she had made it. She knew that at this time of day, there were hardly any visitors this deep within the park, and besides, she knew a spot where she could remain out of sight. She took off her shoes, hid them beneath a clump of dense bushes, lifted one leg over the railing, and stepped off the trail.
She walked on the grass bordering the mudflat, and rounded a small grove of trees. She smiled as she felt the cool mud between her toes, the soft sludge giving way beneath her feet, and the stickiness as it clung to her soles. Almost there. She was starting to feel herself getting wet with anticipation and excitement.
Finally. She had arrived at her little secret spot. She was originally planning to come here on a day when she was more appropriately dressed, but she could not wait any longer.
She walked a bit further out, and giggled as the mud eagerly accepted her legs, and she sank right in up to her knees.
Oh I really needed this, she thought to herself, as she wriggled her hips and pretended to do a sexy dance, and worked herself in deeper. She pulled her black pencil skirt upwards, revealing her black lace panties to the mud, and bit her lower lip, anticipating the surge of emotions that would flood her senses soon enough.
"OH MY GOD OH FUCK!" She had not expected just how intense it would be, as the silt licked at her crotch, then as she thrusted her hips against the surface, continued to swallow her up. She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the mud sucking on her womanhood. Wow, she thought, I must have been really pent up, as she swayed from side to side, and descended to her waist. Oops, she realised, I forgot to take off my shirt. Oh well, that was a problem to be dealt with later. She slid both hands into the waiting mud, and moaned with pleasure as she began rubbing herself below...
Wait, what was that? She broke out of her trance. She heard someone's footsteps approaching, and a voice, asking if someone was there. Damn, so there were other people walking around here after all. She kept silent and dared not move a muscle, hoping that the other person would walk away and she could be left alone once again. She had sunk in past her navel, and although she did not look down, she could still feel herself slowly settling in deeper.
To her dismay, the other person wasn't leaving, and was actually getting closer. She had nowhere to hide; it would take too long for her to pull herself out of the sticky mud. She debated whether to yell at the person and shoo them away before they saw her, but decided that wasn't going to work. She could pretend that she had fallen into a treacherous quicksand pit and act as the damsel in distress, begging for rescue. That might have worked, if not for the fact that there was no way she could have simply fallen off the trail to end up here, and her handbag was carefully placed at the base of a tree at the edge of the mud. She had to decide what to say quickly, she was going to be found soon enough-
"Oh! It's you!" She was taken by surprise when the person came into view. It was her co-worker. She could feel herself turning red. Judging from how he just stood there, staring at her, with his mouth open, he was just as surprised.
They remained in place for a few moments, not knowing what to say. The mud gurgled, and she sank just a little bit more.
"Well this is awkward..." she sheepishly broke the silence. "I... What brings you here?"
She felt another wave of pleasure flood her body, and smiled, but tried her best not to let out another moan. Meanwhile, he hadn't moved at all. He was clearly still trying to process what he was looking at.
Guess I have to take charge of this situation, she thought. She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. She took a deep breath, and tried not to dwell too much on the fact that they were both meeting outside of the workplace under very embarrassing circumstances. Seeing each other on Monday morning was going to be really uncomfortable.
"I came here to unwind and let off some steam after work. It's been quite the week, huh?" He still didn't say a single word, but at least he nodded in agreement.
"And erm... no wonder your bag looked larger than usual, guess you were already planning to come here straight after work?" She had noticed that he had changed out into attire more suited for a leisurely hike through the park. He nodded.
"Don't worry, you really don't need to be so shy. Look... you can come closer. Over here," she gestured towards the base of the nearby tree. "I'll explain some things. You can sit here, next to my bag. Make yourself comfortable." She could feel her confidence growing.
By the time he was finally sitting on the tree roots right in front of her, the mud was just beneath her breasts. Oh dear, she thought, this was when she usually started to lose control. Got to keep it together and not humiliate herself further.
"So... yes, I'm just as surprised as you are. I have a kink about sinking in quicksand. I'm sure you have your own weird little fetishes too." He looked down and didn't dare to make eye contact, but he was clearly blushing and smiling too.
"Oh don't worry, it's not that dangerous over here. Yes, it can be quite soft and deep, but it's not too difficult to pull myself out. I've even gone under a few times. You probably won’t understand, but it's a truly amazing experience for me. Sometimes, the deeper I sink, the more I can feel all my worries just melt away."
"In fact, ooh..." she shivered as the mud reached her breasts. "Oh... Sorry, I'm usually alone when I do this, and this is when it gets really intense for me."
A thought suddenly came to her mind. "You know what? Would you like to... join me?" She leaned over, giving him a good view of her cleavage, and smiled seductively.
He thought for a bit, then smiled, stood up, took off his shoes, and took his first step into the mud.
It was not long before he started sinking in as well. He reached out to her. She took his hand, and he pulled her close to his body. She embraced him, felt his hot breath on her skin, got a whiff of his cologne, and began to grind her hips against his, while his hands got to work and started to unbutton her shirt.
"Oh this is so hot…"
As they kissed and sank to their shoulders, a part of her recalled that workplace romances were usually a very bad idea. Oh heck it, she thought. That was a problem to be dealt with later.
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65sinking
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Re: 65sinking's AI creations in Perchance
cerberus wrote:I think you may be looking at this a bit negatively. Yes, you can generate loads of images and need to curate them, but it is still only three months and, like me, you haven't really scratched the surface yet. There is so much more to explore and experiment with. All your pics to date appear to be daytime, try evenings, moonlit nights, storms, different landscapes, wider views. After that there are all the varying styles. The range of options are extensive, see just how different you can get, it's a lot of fun and sometimes the AI can throw up some really oddball stuff. Don't worry about making everything seem worthwhile, it's a toy at the moment, have a good play with it. For me, the little bits and pieces I write with the images aren't there before the image is created, it's the image that triggers the idea. I give the AI a reasonably free rein to go were it wants and see what comes of it.
Oh I hope I didn't come across as being negative at all, it's just that at the moment, the initial excitement of playing with a shiny new toy has worn off. I have a rather obsessive personality, and at the start, I was spending hours every day, even forgoing sleep at times, generating all sorts of images on Perchance. I've moved past that phase, and I'm taking things one step further by curating, and letting the images stimulate my creativity. Like what Jinn and Viridian have said, quality over quantity.
As for your suggestion to try other settings, sure that's something I've been exploring. I've been experimenting with different backgrounds and settings, with varying degrees of success. I've accumulated a massive collection of thousands of images, and I still haven't touched some of the folders. What I've been sharing so far is really just the tiniest tip of the iceberg.
Time of day, lighting, and image orientation are some of the areas I'll play a bit more with in future, but a more important focus for me is the substrate the subject is sinking in. Quicksand, mud, and sand are generally fine, but I've yet to be able to capture the essence of someone say, being buried alive in wet cement, or sinking in white clay (akin to the quicksand in some of the earlier MPV works). Trying to generate a woman sinking in tar can give weird results at times. White sand works, but often interferes with the colour of the subject's attire. For instance, I've been trying to generate images of someone sinking in white sand while wearing a red Santa Claus outfit, but i keep ending up with the subject wearing a white outfit instead. Still need to tweak my prompts and the strength of each prompt.
I've also been exploring different depths: right now one of the concepts I've been working on is someone just about to go under. It doesn't always work that well; sometimes the women in the images that are generated still have their necks or shoulders visible, and I have to generate multiple rounds before I finally get someone chin-deep, or their faces are surrounded by mud while their upper bodies are still obviously above ground level. Sometimes I'm not sure if I need to find the right prompts, or if the AI simply hasn't fine-tuned how to generate such an image just yet.
You may have also noticed that I've only posted images where the arms and hands are hidden. I find that it's still one of the biggest weaknesses where it comes to AI-generated images - even if the proportions of the hands and the number of fingers are alright, I will often see fingernails that just look off, or the fingers are not the right length, or something else just isn't right, like arms that are too long and skinny. Yes, that places constraints on the poses and depths of my subjects, but it's an area that I hope will continue to improve in future. And yes, I know there are tools that can work on such imperfections and flaws - to be honest I don't really have the time and bandwidth to commit much more to this; I'm happy to just generate stuff, share some selected pieces, and create short stories. I see myself as a really casual user, compared to many other folks sharing what they've generated, both here and on DeviantArt.
I'm genuinely looking forward to seeing how this field continues to evolve.
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MadMax359
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Re: 65sinking's AI creations in Perchance
i love the story and image of Collateral Damage
and that you've left it open ended, so we get to imagine the ending
and that you've left it open ended, so we get to imagine the ending
The strong do what they want, the weak do what they must
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65sinking
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Re: 65sinking's AI creations in Perchance
MadMax359 wrote:i love the story and image of Collateral Damage
and that you've left it open ended, so we get to imagine the ending
Thanks! Yes, I've actually always preferred to have the damsel ultimately escape the quicksand, even if she comes perilously close to a grim ending. At the same time, however, I'm wired in such a way that to me, a quicksand scene isn't complete without her going under, or at least gets close to that fate. So leaving it open-ended lets the reader decide what sort of ending they want.
But honestly, Word of God (i.e. me) always has them escaping in the end. Although it's always so that they can sink again in future...
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