Jinn’s AI Swamp
Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2023 9:50 pm
I have very little free time for content creation. A 60-70 hour work week and family life has handcuffed any amateur artist ambitions. So, I’ve been experimenting with AI generated images, completely self serving and catering solely to fucked up fetishes.
In a short time I’ve had a couple AI engines generate thousands of images; some were quite stunning, most were repetitive, boring, partially deformed or didn’t hit the mark so they were left on the cutting room floor, and some were complete dog shit like rejects from Homer’s cloning hammock.
I’m only going to share the ones I think are the best of the bunch. I don’t want to oversaturate like some ninjas on DeviantArt who have turned their galleries into mass AI file dumps, literally thousands of cloned, redundant images. With that being said the vast majority of my images so far have been of just Supergirl, but like I said it’s a self serving experiment.
I’m also writing cheesy paragraphs to accompany each image I post, so I can at least claim to have contributed something creative to the process besides entering key words in a prompt box.
With all that bullshit out of the way, here’s some sinky shit I got a computer to make that I thought was pretty fucking hot.
Kara revolted in disgust as her leg plopped into the soggy silt on the floor of the jungle. She winced and reluctantly stepped forward into the gritty goo to try and free her sunken calf. Kara’s effort only resulted in her other leg plunging down into the unforgiving quagmire. The thick, gooey earth seemed to suck and slurp at her struggling legs, bubbling and belching almost mockingly at her as she squirmed. As her knees disappeared into the soupy sand Kara gasped at the horror of her situation; she had been lured foolishly into a trap. Kara was now helplessly stuck, and slowly but surely sinking into a bottomless pit of quicksand.
Adjusting to ‘life’ in the Phantom Zone had required all the resilience and tenacity Kara could afford. Violent storms, murderous bands of ‘prisoners’ and ‘things that go bump in the night’ were an ever present threat. To stay breathing Kara had to keep to a nomadic existence in a treacherous landscape covered with impassable mountains, perilous crevasses, hidden quicksand pits and worst of all, miles and miles and miles of fathomless tar pits…
The previous week’s torrential rain and flash flooding had turned the once pristine and populated river basin into an impassable quagmire of deep sand and mud. Searching for survivors, Supergirl flew down to answer a cry for help along a particularly treacherous section of a freshly agitated mudslide. She was sure the cries came from the exact spot she was standing yet she was alone. Kara thought the person may have been sucked into the mud and tried to use her x-ray vision. She winced as a sharp headache had inhibited her ability. The familiar sting of kryptonite exposure… Maybe this was a trap, thought Kara as she tried to get away from… Weakness and a dizzy spell sent Kara staggering into a damp patch of muddy sand. A plopping sound emitted from the mire as Supergirl’s unstable legs plunged down. ‘Got to get away from here’ Kara muttered, struggling and protesting against the suction of the recently sprung quicksand trap. Thick, sucking sand gripped her legs, pulling them deeper and deeper with every struggle. Kara whimpered as her weakened body slowly succumbed to the terrible quicksand. It was now Supergirl’s turn to cry for help.
In a short time I’ve had a couple AI engines generate thousands of images; some were quite stunning, most were repetitive, boring, partially deformed or didn’t hit the mark so they were left on the cutting room floor, and some were complete dog shit like rejects from Homer’s cloning hammock.
I’m only going to share the ones I think are the best of the bunch. I don’t want to oversaturate like some ninjas on DeviantArt who have turned their galleries into mass AI file dumps, literally thousands of cloned, redundant images. With that being said the vast majority of my images so far have been of just Supergirl, but like I said it’s a self serving experiment.
I’m also writing cheesy paragraphs to accompany each image I post, so I can at least claim to have contributed something creative to the process besides entering key words in a prompt box.
With all that bullshit out of the way, here’s some sinky shit I got a computer to make that I thought was pretty fucking hot.
Kara revolted in disgust as her leg plopped into the soggy silt on the floor of the jungle. She winced and reluctantly stepped forward into the gritty goo to try and free her sunken calf. Kara’s effort only resulted in her other leg plunging down into the unforgiving quagmire. The thick, gooey earth seemed to suck and slurp at her struggling legs, bubbling and belching almost mockingly at her as she squirmed. As her knees disappeared into the soupy sand Kara gasped at the horror of her situation; she had been lured foolishly into a trap. Kara was now helplessly stuck, and slowly but surely sinking into a bottomless pit of quicksand.
Adjusting to ‘life’ in the Phantom Zone had required all the resilience and tenacity Kara could afford. Violent storms, murderous bands of ‘prisoners’ and ‘things that go bump in the night’ were an ever present threat. To stay breathing Kara had to keep to a nomadic existence in a treacherous landscape covered with impassable mountains, perilous crevasses, hidden quicksand pits and worst of all, miles and miles and miles of fathomless tar pits…
The previous week’s torrential rain and flash flooding had turned the once pristine and populated river basin into an impassable quagmire of deep sand and mud. Searching for survivors, Supergirl flew down to answer a cry for help along a particularly treacherous section of a freshly agitated mudslide. She was sure the cries came from the exact spot she was standing yet she was alone. Kara thought the person may have been sucked into the mud and tried to use her x-ray vision. She winced as a sharp headache had inhibited her ability. The familiar sting of kryptonite exposure… Maybe this was a trap, thought Kara as she tried to get away from… Weakness and a dizzy spell sent Kara staggering into a damp patch of muddy sand. A plopping sound emitted from the mire as Supergirl’s unstable legs plunged down. ‘Got to get away from here’ Kara muttered, struggling and protesting against the suction of the recently sprung quicksand trap. Thick, sucking sand gripped her legs, pulling them deeper and deeper with every struggle. Kara whimpered as her weakened body slowly succumbed to the terrible quicksand. It was now Supergirl’s turn to cry for help.