IShallRiseAgain posted:

Just posting a few more goosebumps covers I generated

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"Do you remember the stories?" The young hunter whispers to his partner, who seems lost in thought as he stares into the cold, icy nothingness.
The older man looks over at him with furrowed brows before replying, "No." He stops walking momentarily and faces forward again, eyes scanning the horizon, "We have no use for those stories now. They speak of green fields and flowers." His gaze drifts back down towards where they came from and he continues walking.
The younger human follows suit and falls into step beside him once more. "If we ever make it across the mountains, what do you think we'll find there?" He asks curiously.
The older man did not reply.
"Something new?" The younger man asks eagerly, looking up hopefully at his companion.
The older hunter only shrugs and continues walking, though he does seem to frown a bit as his lips form around the words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure if that's possible anymore."
He continues to trail along without further comment, and the shorter man keeps walking beside him, occasionally stealing glances at the man next to him and wondering why he is always so quiet.
They continue on, the snow crunching underfoot and making the air cold even through the thick material of their heavy winter clothes.
"How much farther tonight?" The young hunter finally speaks, breaking the silence.
His question earns another shrug from the older man, but he answers anyway, "A little farther." He glances ahead as if to emphasize that the journey is almost complete, but says no more.
"Tell me a story," the young man said, "of green fields and flowers."
The old man grimaced, lips tight.
"If you do not," the young man chuckled, "then I will be forced to make up my own. And you hate my stories."
"You want to hear a story like the ones from your father?" The old man replied, sneering, "The ones about the foxes? About a man who made a beautiful bird in his hands out of a broken eggshell? About a woman with red hair?" The last sentence dripped with contempt.
The young man was silent, watching as the old hunter marched on through the snow. In the distance, the first pale rays of dawn were appearing.
"The foxes are dead." The old man hoisted himself up a rocky outcropping at the crest of the hill. "The man is dead, the bird is dead, the woman is dead." He gestured toward the unending tundra. "Nowhere to go."
The young man followed after him silently, climbing onto the rocky summit to join the hunter.
They stood together on top of the mountain peak overlooking the valley below, staring out across the empty landscape, the only sounds the soft patter of snow hitting stone.
"All that remains is for you to grow colder and colder." He glanced at the young hunter, who had followed him, and frowned, "And for me, to be dead. We've reached the end of the world."
The young hunter looked away, feeling ashamed.
"It's getting harder and harder to see the sun. It's getting harder and harder to see anything. Soon there will be nothing left to hunt or eat." The old man continued, "Nothing except for each other."
The young man nodded silently, thinking of all the stories his father had told him, before the valley had frozen over. Stories of brave hunters returning in triumph, of bountiful harvests of crops beyond count, of strange and curious goods brought from faraway lands. All the wonders the old man had dreamed up, to entertain the little boy when he was sick or scared. Stories of love and family and life.
And now, all that was gone.
"I have a story," the young hunter said suddenly.
His companion looked at him with mild interest, "Go on then," the old man encouraged softly, "What is it about?"
The young man hesitated before continuing, "It's about a young woman, whose tribe had been following a group of caribou. One night, a storm came in, and washed all but her out to sea, drowned. Alone and with no better plan, she continued to follow the herd. For many moons she walked in their shadow, hunting rabbit and fox when she could..."
The old man listened with half an ear, eyes fixed outwards towards the lightening land. When the young hunter paused, his attention returned to his companion.
"...her hair turned grey, following the caribou. She came to know them well, to live amongst them. To eat what they ate, to sleep where they slept. Her hair became thick and hardy, a pelt much like theirs. Her hands and feet became hard and calloused until they were like hooves. As time passed, she became less like a woman and more animal; cunning and quick. And soon enough she had become one of them."
The man stopped speaking and stared off across the valley. After a moment he added, "She grew strong too, becoming as strong as the most powerful of the herd. When wolves came, she used her cunning to stave off their attacks. When rivers froze over, she led them over the ice to hot springs. When the wind howled, she held firm against it. The herd thrived. But, like all things, one day she died. And the herd still thrived. Even now, the herd yet thrives."
Silence hung heavily over the pair, only broken by the occasional distant cry of a raven. The young man looked up at the sky. The sun had begun to rise higher in the east, the rays piercing the black dome above.
"So what happens when the sun rises?" He asked, turning toward the older hunter.
The old man shrugged. "The day begins anew."
The young man nodded, turning back toward the valley to watch it change colors slowly as the sun stretched over the tundra. "It must have been quite beautiful," he murmured to no one in particular.
There was another pause, then a grunt of agreement. The old man reached for a rock and slowly sat, stiff knees creaking under the weight of his long furs, staring out across the expanse of snow and ice. The young man sat behind, watching the valley fill with light. Silence reigned throughout the hills as the old man's breathing slowed, growing more and more shallow.
Suddenly the young hunter felt a hand upon his shoulder and a soft voice whispering in his ear, "Will you tell me one more?"
The young man smiled gently and turned around in time to see his companion lay back against the rocky cliff and close his eyes. Their breath rose in wispy clouds, and the young man began to whisper stories to the sunrise.

IShallRiseAgain posted:

Training continues on.

IShallRiseAgain posted:

It's not aware of the other characters, but I was able to use txt2img and img2img to make this:

TIP posted:

this is great

also you should know there's a typo, it says mysery instead of mystery

mobby_6kl posted:

This is cool too! Did you get it to make this halftone effect or was that photoshoped later?

pixaal posted:

The Huggingface https://huggingface.co/spaces/anzorq/finetuned_diffusion is working right now, this breaks for hours at a time, but go to the img2img tab and it should do what you want, change the model from Arcane it's not very good you probably want it set to Mid Journey to start the others don't seem as well trained.

That colab notebook (and the hugging face hosting it) I linked will do this with img2img it looks insane when you open it (it's code) but you just have to press run all and wait like 5 minutes get a link and click it boom website running on google colab for you that does AI art in a nice package with img2img negative prompts and of course the normal positive prompting. You can combine all of these at once.

Really anything supporting img2img from stable diffusion linage should be able to do that.

Just remember down your Google colab sessions so you aren't wracking up hours you haven't used and getting lower priority for being a resource hog on a free account. Google is giving you a nice GPU when your done let the next person have it (it could be someone here!)

Snowy posted:

Any ideas on how I can get better, more consistent results? I’m getting lots of images that are way off the mark and cherry picked the ones above.

deep dish peat moss posted:

i made a post or 4 about doing this in mj v4

Kharmakazy posted:

I interrogated an image of a triceratops in SD and it thinks it's a trilops, which is a monster from a video game.

Crapple! posted:

TheWorldsaStage posted:

The purpose is horrifying but that design is sleek

FunkyAl posted:

Ok I will bite: explain art.

Porkness posted:

Rutibex posted:

yeah I think what the developers are going for is a chatbot that won't lie and make up facts when you ask it for genuine factual information. If the chat bot understands that you understand its making things up than its ok

Popoto posted:

I tried making some pixel arts assets with midjourney. This poo poo is insane. There’s still a lot of touch ups to do but it’s gonna save me so many hours.

Cabbages and Kings posted:

I would encourage people to think about pixel waste and try to minimize it

every time you do a bad render it lights a bunch of pixels for no reason

think about the pixels before you just jam "anime tiddies" into a prompt to see what happens. (come on you know what's going to happen that's why you did it)

every pixel is special, every pixel is great

Fuzz posted:

Someone needs to train an AI based on the character art in the HADES games.