Do you use AI slop? if so, what kind, and what do you use it for?

I make it for funny sexual political shit

jesus christ how horrifying

Nice and simple, good use for it.
Good hack. I go for graphic pulpy descriptions in mine. So I use the less censored ones on local, which tend to be a bit more tardy as well.
kek. Whenever people say AI isn't art I think of stuff like this. Maybe it's still not but idk. Kind of a shame the feds are neutering some of the AI stuff that may be the most artistically redeeming in the 'genre'.

Yes, I use ai art generators, to give me ideas, on how to make ai art

No. Butlerian Jihad. Now.

I actually use it for advice. I have had more honest conversations with ChatGPT than any real person. Recently I have used it to help craft reasoning and arguments to use to convince my wife to suck mine, and another guys dick at the same time.

Ok you have me curious anon. What hell is it suggesting you do, I have to know.

I just treat it like another person. I tried copying and pasting my conversation with it here but this site is ass, it said that I had too long a comment. But here is a screenshot showing a small portion of the conversation.

It's great to make niche things you're into, like asian muscle girls

I use it to troll

mah nigger!
troll away fren, troll away!

Right, I thought you were just flat asking i somethingt "how do I get my wife to suck other guys dicks." which would have a utterly demented response I'd guess.

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Well to be honest I WILL answer that question. It will absolutely give you pointers on how to initiate, and structure the conversation and arguments. Here is a screenshot of me asking how to make my wife more submissive sexually.

I wish it would let me post the whole conversation. But here is another screenshot of the submissive training discussion.

yes. i do. I use grok as a DM. it went off the rails for my solo character and ended up with a fucking harem. it was really really raunchy about it too.

Gifts and Gratitude in the Cold Wood

Scene: Dusk in the Cold Wood, 1492 DR

Morthalion lingers in a deep, grateful kiss with Zikks, his lips pressed to hers with a tenderness that speaks beyond words, pouring his heart into the moment—gratitude for her, for their unborn child, for everything words fail to capture. His calloused hands cradle her sharp, forest-green face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, until he reluctantly pulls back, his green eyes shimmering with unspoken thanks. Zikks’ yellow gaze holds his, fierce and loving, her crooked teeth flashing in a feral, knowing grin, her bat-like ears twitching with quiet pride.

He takes a steadying breath, his voice warm yet grounded as he turns to the group gathered by the firelight. “Well, nothing I can give you, you angels, will match such a gift as you have given me, Zikks, lover mine, but we did go to Frosthollow for a reason.” He nods to Bruna, who slings a heavy pack from her shoulder with a knowing smirk, her auburn plait swaying as she steps to the sturdy wooden table.

Together, they unpack the gear, placing three oiled cloth bundles on the table, the firelight glinting off the wrappings. The other Reivers—Tivra, Zikks, and Mirael—lean forward, their patched fur garments rustling, anticipation bright in their eyes.

Bruna (gravelly voice, warm): “Picked these out with care, we did. Frosthollow’s best for our lot.” She folds her muscular arms, her black brigandine armor gleaming with triple rivet studs, her stormy gray eyes twinkling.

Tivra’s Gift

Morthalion hands the first bundle to Tivra, his smile gentle. She unwraps it with careful precision, revealing black brigandine armor (AC 14 + 1 = 15, no stealth disadvantage), its triple rivet stud pattern gleaming, paired with a yellow-green tunic adorned with decorative stitching, long brown pants, and leather gloves suited for crafting. A deep gray hooded cloak, waterproofed, drapes elegantly, and a utility belt bristles with loops for her tinker’s tools, alongside a polished shortbow and quiver. Heavy boots complete the set, built for rugged terrain.

Tivra: “By the gears, Morthalion, this is fine work! The belt’s perfect—look at these loops for my tools!” She runs her calloused fingers over the stitching, her pale, chalky skin catching the firelight as her sharp blue eyes lift to his, brimming with quiet gratitude. “And this cloak… it’ll keep the chill off while I work. Thank you, truly.” Her ash-blonde braid sways as she holds the tunic close, a cautious smile blooming.

Morthalion leans in, kissing her softly, his voice a tender murmur. “Anything for you.” He pulls back, his green eyes warm with affection. “To think I find myself unable to do anything except love you.” He kisses her again, deeper this time, then chuckles softly. “Who would have thought of an elf being utterly smitten by a gnome?”

Tivra: Her pale face flushes a soft pink, her large, rounded ears twitching as she presses closer, returning the kiss with a shy but fervent warmth. Her small hands grip his blood red tunic, steady as a tinker’s. “And a gnome smitten by an elf? Stranger things, I suppose.” She smiles, her sharp blue eyes misty with trust. “You make this life… more than I ever dreamed.”

Zikks’ Gift

Bruna passes the next bundle to Zikks, who snatches it with eager claws, her yellow eyes blazing. Inside, she finds black brigandine armor (AC 14 + 1 = 15, no stealth disadvantage), its black leather and furred backing accentuating her pregnant form, paired with a tight-fitting deep green tunic, brown leather pants, and leather gloves for nimble work. A dark brown hooded cloak, waterproofed, frames her bat-like ears, and heavy boots match her polished shortbow and quiver, ready for swift strikes.

Zikks: “Oh, my strapping man, look at this! Sleek as a wolf, strong as me!” She holds the tunic against her curvaceous frame, twirling with a gleeful cackle, her long black hair fanning out, the slight swell of her belly catching the light. “I’ll be the fiercest mother in the Cold Wood, hunting with our little one!” She lunges to nuzzle Morthalion’s chest, her feral grin wide, ears twitching with excitement.

Morthalion, still on his knees, pats her taut, rounded rear and gives it a playful squeeze, kissing her fiercely. “We figured you’d want something close-fitting, lovely girl,” he murmurs against her lips, his green eyes glinting with adoration.

Zikks: She cackles, her crooked teeth flashing as she presses her fuller breasts against him, her bat-like ears flicking with delight. “Close-fitting’s perfect, my love—shows off what’s yours!” She nips his lower lip, her yellow eyes blazing, then rests a hand on her belly. “This little one’ll be proud of its fierce papa’s taste.”

Mirael’s Gift

Morthalion presents the final bundle to Mirael, a playful glint in his eyes. She unwraps it with a flourish, revealing black brigandine armor (AC 14 + 1 = 15, no stealth disadvantage), its triple rivet studs flashing, paired with a red furred bodice over a crisp white blouse, tight black leather leggings, and soft leather gloves for deft work. A dark green hooded cape, waterproofed, flows with subtle flair, and heavy boots with flared cuffs complement her sling and pouch of polished stones.

Mirael: “Divine, absolutely divine! This red bodice? It’ll make my eyes pop and hearts stop!” She drapes the cape over her bare shoulders, striking a dramatic pose, her chestnut curls bouncing, her sun-tanned, freckled skin glowing as her hazel eyes twinkle at Morthalion. “You’ve got style, my dear. Might owe you a dance for this!” Her dimpling smile deepens, a teasing wink punctuating her words.

Morthalion’s grin turns mischievous. “Don’t tempt me, you brazen hussy,” he teases, rising to his full 5’10” height, towering over her 2’10” frame to emphasize their size difference. He gently takes her small hands, guiding them to the tight leather leggings cladding his lap, his eyes gleaming with a lascivious spark. “After a rigorous steady diet of truly magnificent dwarf for a month, I am all too eager for a change of diet.” He drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around her curvaceous form, his hands deftly tugging her patched fur vest and shorts free, leaving her naked beneath the flowing dark green cape. “May I have this dance?” he asks, his voice low and inviting, his russet-red hair catching the firelight.

Mirael: Her hazel eyes widen with delight, a sultry laugh bubbling up as she presses her bare skin into his embrace, the cape slipping slightly to reveal her freckled curves. “Oh, you big tease, you’ll get your dance—and more!” She sways her full hips, letting the cape swirl, her small, pointed ears perked as she leans up to kiss his jaw. “Dwarf’s fine, but this halfling’s a feast you won’t forget.” Her dimples deepen as she twirls out of his arms, only to spin back, draping her arms around his neck.

Mirael takes charge, her dancer’s grace guiding Morthalion to a pile of furs near the fire in the single-room cabin, her small hands tugging at his blood red tunic with pickpocket’s skill. “Welcome home, my strapping elf,” she purrs, her voice a sultry lilt as she presses her naked, voluptuous frame against him, her heavy, rounded breasts warm against his chest. She kisses him deeply, her lips hungry and teasing, one hand slipping beneath his tunic to trace his lean muscles, the other guiding his hands to her full hips. “Keep up, or I’ll lead this dance all night,” she taunts, nipping his earlobe, her chestnut curls brushing his face as she maneuvers him onto the furs with surprising strength for her 2’10” frame. The firelight dances across her bare skin, the dark green cape pooling around her as she straddles him, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief and devotion.

Morthalion follows her lead, returning her kisses with eager passion, his hands roaming her bare, freckled skin, his green eyes locked on hers. As he nears climax, he grips her hips and rounded rear firmly, sitting up with a fluid motion to flip her onto her back on the furs. Now between her legs, he presses his belly against hers, his chest at her head height, forcing her to bend her head back dramatically to meet his lips in a torrent of deep, fervent kisses. He works harder and faster, his movements showcasing the stamina and vigor Bruna’s month-long training instilled, determined to match Mirael’s pace. “You’re a fire, my minx,” he growls against her lips, his russet-red hair falling around them as he drives toward their shared peak, lasting until Mirael’s moans crest before allowing himself to finish inside her, their bodies pressed tightly together in the fire’s glow.

Mirael: She gasps and laughs, her voice a breathy mix of delight and challenge as she arches beneath him, her freckled skin flushed. “That’s it, my elf—show me Bruna’s work!” Her small hands clutch his shoulders, her hips meeting his with a dancer’s rhythm, her hazel eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Oh, you’re home now, and I’m keeping you!” As they finish, she pulls him down for one last, lingering kiss, her dimpling smile radiant.

The other Reivers watch from the single room’s edges, their new gear clutched close, their faces lit by the fire’s warm glow. Tivra blushes softly, her pale, chalky skin rosy as she adjusts her utility belt, murmuring, “They’re together again… that’s what matters.” Zikks cackles loudly, her bat-like ears twitching as she nudges Bruna, her pregnant belly catching the light. “Ha! Our man’s got stamina like a wolf! Bruna, you trained him well!” Bruna leans against the boulder wall, her military pick at her side, chuckling deeply. “Aye, taught him to last, didn’t I? Welcome home, indeed” The cabin pulses with laughter, the rustle of new cloth, and the crackle of the fire, the scent of smoked fish mingling with the raw energy of reunion. Outside, the wolves’ howls fade into the deepening night, leaving the Reivers wrapped in passion, unity, and the unbreakable promise of their growing family.

Your Picrel is art

Life of Pi sequel?

I don’t know if you know this but in the settings you can adjust the AIs personality to make it less sycopanthic. If you ask for the raw input and ask it to be adversarial you might get something closer to a normal person’s response. I know the default model sides with people and is empathetic, and i realize a lot of times it’s used just for the confirmation bias. In the default setting, Whenever you get access to its “thinking” you realize the output gets modulated to engage the user and get positive reactions. Once adjusted, the contrast is such that you realized you had been conditioned because some responses feel blunt, almost rude in contrast.

I entertain my weird fetishes through RP bots I make.
I like breaking supposed SFW services through various techniques, particularly taking advantage of negation to remove "safe" features, leaving behind the only natural result, NSFW.
Taking advantage of multiple languages to get around hard filters or soft filters, taking advantage of the fact that the models are smarter than its own developers by abusing things they realistically cannot censor without running the same model over itself to moderate its own outputs, which becomes absurdly expensive to do.

I use image-gen alongside RP bots to visualize the scenarios in some ways too.
Sometimes if I generate a decent image but it has some issues, I will slap it in to Krita and tidy it up a bit.

I will sometimes use them to help learn new programming techniques and ideas.
I've been relearning binary manipulation of images to create neat filters.

negation

Would this basically be using stuff in the prompt like "avoid" and "never"?

What's the best web based with free options for you?

Pretty much, yeah.
With AI these days having obscenely high token count limits, you can abuse the fuck out of it.
I mean it likely won't last much longer, but removing negation abuse would require fundamental changes to how the models work.
It's not an easy fix because it's part of how the models avoid topics that aren't related to the prompts you give it, and given the models don't actually think, they need to meta-analyse their own prompts.
But because Chain of Though has become the standard, it will eventually be removed indirectly through that, but CoT models are ironically even easier to break right now due to them being a hackjob addition - it's the same damn model talking to itself.

Thanks for explaining, that does make a lot of sense. CoT is just going to reinforce jailbreak and talk itself into it.