#Documents Viewer

[capripian-arts]

ID: A reference sheet of Heltsin Kamfora (she/her, 23). She is a pale white woman with deep red hair in a sharp bob. She wears tinted purple glasses, a thick scarf, and red and white flowy clothing. In addition to her main reference (clothed and in her underwear), references are shown of her eyes, her glasses, and her hunter license. There are also sketchy paintings of her eyes glowing with gold power, her eyes covered with her scarf like a blindfold, and a small fullbody of her following a golden thread. End ID.

HxH OC just dropped. She's soooooo normal (lying) (she's awful)

commission me here | speedpaint here

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

some ladies tell me they feel like incels for being attracted to female fictional characters

i live under a rock so i have no idea whats "incel" about having sexual attraction.

isnt that what this is? guilt for finding women sexually attractive? did i reduce that right?

finding females sexually appealing is ok. ive seen that rhetoric ngl. i got harassed once for liking this woman character's boobs by a supposed lesbian. she said its weird to sexualize women and shes a real woman liker because she doesnt objectify them

i dont know wtf that means

youre not sexually attracted to women? the hell does that sentence even mean

too many people using too many words i dont know

and also i cant cleanse your sins. i upgrade my honkai battlesuits based on my boob and jiggle physics tier list.

technically i started with theresa because of that battlsuit where her entire asscheeks are out

yeah idk about the sexuality politics. dont let the pro lgbt fandom activists force you back into the closet. that would be embarrassing.

imagine telling your future girlfriend you didnt date her earlier because you were repressed because the online fandom lgbt told you its sinful and unnatural to be sexually attracted to women but its ok to be lesbian somehow.

imagine trying to explain that. imagine she looks are you and is like "wtf are you talking about. isnt being a lesbian that sexuality where you find women sexually attractive" and then she thinks your iq is too low and leaves you because shes chronically offline and she's never seen this level of cognitive dissonance in her life. and this is when your girlfriend has 6 younger brothers. ex-girlfriend now. imagine that.

dont let it happen. these are my words of encouragement.

[tryin]

god i hate you "this is queerbaiting bc my ship is queer and they're not together" bitches can we please have some fun.

[locustonabench]

ok i was binging sonic prime today

and during the chaos sonic episode i felt an urge ive never felt before...

the urge to seek out fan edits of a character...

and then this urge passed next episode, but who knows, maybe this urge will return in the morning

im just saying though. led eyes that wink. that one-off knockoff metal sonic is pretty cool imo

(anyways if u want my full thoughts on sonic prime. i wish i wasnt confident on the series being finished and there not being a third season for me to wait for. and um nine. nine is. ... .......)

[do-it-for-nine9]

how do I describe this scent

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Vlogger who gains a following by stalking you.

TW. DDNE ! MDNI ! Stalking, Implied NonCon, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

Sequel here

It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.

He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.

| What is this even about lol | This is kind of strange... | What are you doing?

He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.

Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.

Why I Do This

" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.

That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.

| Woah is this guy for Real? | No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit. | Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting | I wish I had a boyfriend like that | You should show us your partner lmao

The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.

"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.

| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay? | Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face | Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work! | You should go into acting man | Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol

Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...

"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."

When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.

| Woah new video! | The new set looks great! | They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills. | Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...? | I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring

"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"

[elblogdecleo]

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[massivechildtidalwave]

Its a terrifying scene. The camera angle revealing parts of a science lab straight out of hell. Kitchen knifes and scalpels lay dripping on a table.

On the dissection table- because thats all it could be- lays a small child. Small but noticable gills on the neck, the occasional fleck of scales and webbed fingers mark them as merfolk.

Viewers watch on in horror as the table is bloodied. A steady incision made in the left leg. The Justice League had been contacted but there was no indication they would make it in time to help.

A large Bang! went off in the background of the video, clearly catching the duo off guard. The man turned to his (wife?) with a weird moniter in his hands going off the charts and with an excited yelp they both took off running up the steps that were just barely in frame behind them.

A few long moments later, two teens sneak into the lab. The boy rushed over to unchain their parents 'test subject' while the girl kept watch.

Freshly released limbs had bloody wounds rubbed into the pinned down areas and quiet whispers of empathy were only just picked up by the audio. One of the viewers pointed out that the boy himself had scars in similar places.

The boy picked up the kid and the trio quickly slipped away out of camera view. Soft thuds mark their escape from the house, seemingly unaware of the Livestream their parents were apparently trying to make.

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The story makes international news and leaves everyone on high alert. Government agencies scramble to prove they had no connection to the couple, the GIW undergos mass arrest when their names Maddie and Jack Fenton come up on their payroll. A channel is made to document any sightings of the kids.

The first one is posted after a day. It's security footage from a fast food restaruant. Four teens- the two from before plus a goth and someone named ''Tucker''- along with the comparitively tiny Mer sit in a booth. ''Tucker'' and "Sam'' argue about possible dietary restriction before seemingly ordering one of everything. There is soup, and a burger, the largest cup filled with water they could find in the back, chicken tenders and salad.

When the server goes to deliver everything, the four watch them like hawks, understandable given the previous day.

(Did any of them even know Half the world knew what went down? )

(Did any of them know how Aquaman was taking the news of one of his subjects being injured like that? )

( Did any of them realize that their choice to protect the kid was one of the main reasons war hadn't been declared yet on the human race?)

Jasmine is heard softly encouraging the tiny Mer to eat something, anything and eventually the soup is downed and apparently liked enough that she gets up to order more.

Right before they leave, while under the relative safety of a roof, they swap the bandages wrapped around most of the kids leg and arms and slowly tell them about future plans despite the fact that they probably can't understand the language.

(Jasmine points at a laptop screen filled with a view of the ocean. "We" she circles the group with her pinky "are going there to get you home." The atlantian can't speak english but the way their eyes light up and they relax further into Sams side shows they understand the basic message)

(The sight- of the child definitely scared but trusting them enough to get so close- helps calm the atlantians with access to the internet. Somewhere Aquaman finds himself able to breathe slightly easier.)

[cowsabungus]

Art Hacks for Physical Disabilities!!

I know art can be inaccessible to physically disabled people for a lot of reasons, and I think art should be accessible to everyone, so here’s a couple of the things I found to help for a few different issues you may face that stop you participating!

I have a link to all these items (UK) in my link tree!!

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Slide one: illustration of a white woman with pink hair, wearing a pink outfit, sitting in a power wheelchair, looking at the viewer with thumbs up. Text Reese “hacks to make art more accessible”

Slide two: illustration of three different kinds, using three different types of pencil grips. One hand uses a circular grip. 100 is a large, rectangular grip. Another uses a grip that is ergonomic and fit into the hand. Main text reads “Paul, grip, strength and dexterity”. Subtext reads “there are loads of different types of pencil, grips or design for different disabilities and conditions. Increasing the width of the pencil can give more texture for a better grip using a pencil with a thicker with also reduces the amounts of pressure needed to hold a pencil you can make your own using items like pool noodles. KT tape an air dry clay. You can also put these groups on things like paint brushes.“

Slide three: illustration of a hand using a tool that looks like a wrist support with a paintbrush connected to it text next to it reads “this talk next a paintbrush to your hand in a way that means you don’t need to hold the paintbrush with your fingers and you will need to move your arm around“ on the bottom right hand corner is in photograph of a guided hand device. Text read “regarded hand as a tool designed to reduce the need for moving your hands and fingers and relies on the movement of your shoulder and upper arms and can be used with different materials like paintbrushes, pencils, pens and styluses.

Slide four: main header reads “when in bed“. Illustration of an iPad pillow with a iPad in it is next to text that reads “iPad pillows, put your tablet at an easier to access level when sitting or lying down“. In the bottom left hand corner is an illustration of a girl sitting in bed in her pyjamas with a pillow behind her and a bed table as she is drawing. On the left hand side is a photograph of a bed table with the text reading “bed tables are used to give you a flat tire up surface while in bed, and are often height adjustable”. In the bottom right hand side is a bedsit, a pillow with the text underneath, reading “ bedsitters of specially shaped pillows that you put behind you in bed to help you set up and give you a soft surface to lean back on”.

Slide five: maisie had a read out “at a desk left”. On the left hand side is a photograph of the document holder with the text “document holders put your paper at an angle to help prevent crane in your neck down”. On the right hand, middle side is an illustration of someone using a armrest and on the bottom left hand side is a photograph of the armrest. Text next to them reads “economic arm rests clip onto your table or desk and give you a surface you lean you’re forearms or elbows on. This can be used to steady your arm and reduce pain and fatigue while sitting at a desk”.

Slide six: maisie reads “foot and mouth painters” . on the right hand side is an photograph of swapping Augustine, an Indian woman with no arms, wearing a sari painting with her left foot. In the bottom left hand corner is an illustration of a woman with green hair painting using her mouth. Text reads “foot and mouth painting is a technique used by artists who do not have, or cannot use their arms so hold the paintbrush in their mouth or using their foot. Swapna Augustine is a foot painter who has painted with her feet and participated in multiple exhibitions of foot and mouth painters. Her art is stunning and I would definitely recommend checking some of help work out.“

Slide seven: main text reeds “art without brushes and pens”. On the left-hand side is a photograph of a spin art device. Text next to read it reads “spin out involves using bottles of ink and squirting them onto a spinning piece of paper to create spiral art. On the middle right hand side is a illustration of a laptop with coding art written on the screen. Text me next to it reads “coding art involves making programs that design and create art pieces digitally. This could be used in conjunction with an eye tracking software.“ On the bottom left hand side is a photograph of a child in a power wheelchair with paint on their wheels painting onto a large piece of paper. Next to this is text reading “wheelchair painting involves putting paint on your wheelchair wheels and moving around and large piece of paper. Sometimes you can connect a roller to create more marks.“

Slide eight: text reads “what do you do to make art accessible for you?”

End of ID.

[mudwerks]

(via Ruby Franke, Popular Parenting YouTuber, Arrested for Alleged Child Abuse)

According to Salt Lake City’s Fox 13, arresting documents describe a child climbing out of a window and running to a neighbor’s home to ask for food and water. The neighbor noticed that the child had duct tape on their wrists and ankles and called the police. Another child was found at the home the first one escaped from, which belongs to Franke’s business partner and therapist Jodi Hildebrandt.

Viewers of “8 Passengers” and investigative vloggers have flagged Franke’s concerning behavior around feeding and withholding food from her children for a long time. In one video, Franke brags about not feeding her kids breakfast until they do their chores, despite them being “literally starving.” In another, Franke explains the reasoning behind not bringing her hungry 6-year-old lunch at school, because it’s actually the kid’s responsibility to pack her own lunch. It’s all deranged.

Why do people that hate kids ever have kids? And why do they have such strong urges to share their evil with others? I guess it’s...ATTENTION and MONEY.

One can’t help but notice the unfortunate pattern of Youtubers or parenting influencers on any platform who’ve compromised their children’s wellbeing. Remember Myka Stauffer, who “rehomed” her adopted child with special needs in 2020? Or the “FamilyofFive” parents, who were convicted of child abuse in 2017 for the elaborate and cruel “pranks” they pulled on their children? The parenting choices these people made are upsetting enough, but their incessant need to capitalize off of them for content at their children’s expense is horrific.

[asoguy]

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[storgicbytes]

EVERY MAJOR BIT FROM THE ALAN Q&A STREAM !!

holy SHIT dude that was so good

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1) AVA 12 IS PLANNED FOR THIS SUMMER !!!!! (and! there's a possibility ava 13 might come out sooner as well, this year potentially too!)

2) aversus can be played by more than 2 people!

3) alan says that his character just happened to not be on the computer while avm s3 was happening. he usually leaves them to their shenanigans!

4) alan says that purple just happened to ? find a mac during their 7 year period post 2011 after they and their parents came out of their animation. (possibility that purple and their family mightve stayed in the internet for a while?)

5) the team has already made a decision about whether the dark lord is going to come back, but nonetheless — he will be seen in the upcoming video.

6) "the stickfigure site was animated by someone — it's not clear who, but one could theorize its been around for 7~ years before orange broke them out of it" — alan

7) green's socials will be revisited!

8) all of the cg potentially could be miku fans! red most likely more than the others. :)

9) alan could call tsc and tco long-lost brothers that just happened to not know each other — estranged siblings.

10) ava/m will go for as long as death does us part with alan, apparently

11) to alan, cg communicate more "telepatically" with each other. the text in influencer arc could be seen as green translating their communication to something the viewers could understand!

12) interpersonal cg relationships will be explored in the new minecraft season!

13) the mercenaries production names have been officially (although, perhaps by accident) dropped: lasco for primal (referencing the lascaux caves), eztoon for ballista, gui for agent, sign/pedestrian for hazard

14) hazard, corndog guy and red got they/themed. lol

(also! when talking about the mystery white stickfigure, when referred with 'he', muno (the lead developer of aversus) questioned it ("he?"), and the team said its not yet specified if, well. if the stick figure is a "he". please give us a nonmale living character i Beg of thee ...)

15) cg doesn't have an official age, but they could be seen as teenagers-early 20s (thank god)

16) the abteam is considering minisodes proposed by the community! (such as proposed chosen & dark minisodes , rocketcorp slice of life)

17) alan thinks purple's birthday would be in february (no set date)

18) chosen will get more characterization in the future

19) some known artists in the community (such as anglermann, @sushiree, @flareboi, @cindersnows, @ , @ornziy, @itslilacokay, pasteldragon, @comyetani, realvegemite, @wretchedvictim, qr_png, hoodedjelly have been noticed on stream by the team !!! congrats !!! :D

— “ooh that's a nice one, i like that“ (hatena in response to @itslilacokay mercenary art)

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1iR_QZLJip9WsbVVdlNhl-uhbFqtHa4ydajcILszdszI/mobilebasic <- the entire fanart compilation doc, made by novamations :)

20) when the pc turns off, the cube in the interspace goes dark, but stays there.

about what cg does when the pc turns off: "think of it as when the electricity goes out, it's black and cold, they cant use things anymore. they'd probably just sleep.”

21) mitsi will be seen in a future video

22) skim created corndog guy (and has apologized for it)

23) the team has been holding polls on whether the chat wants to see the dark lord, mitsi and gold come back — but said that they ultimately will decide on their fates.

24) king and purple ... were based on thanos and loki.

25) confirmation that green likes udon noodles and listens to daft punk

26) alan says we could come up with little quirks for characters on our own (i.e. blue could be superstitious / be into astrology, yellow getting into rubics cubes)

27) alan thinks red might have adhd !!! :)

28) avchemistry might be real in the future, but it'll be tougher to execute since the person who was behind avmath and avcoding doesn't know chemistry.

29) ava 11 took over a year

30) ava 12 has all the storyboards done, and ava 13 is already in the works!

31) alan said that purple is "that friend that doesn't live at the house but comes over a lot"

32) name for mitsi stuck after the team reversed victim's name

33) alan is excited for the next avm season!

34) skim sees ava 12 and 13 as a two-part

35) its a possibility for new avm characters being introduced — ava as well, but unlikely they'll be major ones in the second instance

36) the team said that there are 4 minisodes in progress , and that hopefully they'll start to release them soon !!!!!

37) "how rich is corndog guy?"

"never rich enough. he's on that grindset"

38) when skim was asked who he related to the most he said it was victim because:

- more withdrawn and quiet

- carrying a weight with him

- prefers to occupy his mind with things hes good at

- not as naturally gloomy as youd expect from him

- struggles to connect with people but good at getting things done

39) when asked about what happens to stickfigures after they die, alan replied that that their code is still there — but it's kind of "disconnected". it'd be impossible for someone in the living dimension to take that code and put it back together (alan (jokingly? half jokingly???) notes: "unless you're the second coming"). "it's kind of like when you're programming, and you change one line and then all of a sudden all of the code is unusable. it's still there, it's just not attached to the right dimension”.

goood LIRD !!!!

[chaoticwriting]

Gotham's New Rouge 5

Part 4

-Watchtower-

The Justice League is having their weekly meeting today and as always, Batman is reading the reports for global events that the others already read but Batman says that he is sure some of them Barry and Hal don't.

So here they are, bored out of their minds when suddenly, an alarm went off. Not the 'Oh no the apocalypse is happening' alarm. More like ' Oh no something big is happening' alarm.

Cyborg clicks some buttons on his arm and a hologram appears on the table. The hologram shows a livestream with a kid wearing a half mask that has a big red creepy smile on it plus his weirdly glowing green eyes. Both Barry and Hal shudder when they see the eyes of the kid. Suddenly, the kid starts to laugh while greetthe viewers.

Trickster: Hello, everyone! Today, I have a very special livestream. I am doing an interview!

The kid turns the camera into a view of 2 men in white suits being hung from the ceiling staring intensely at the kid.

Trickster: Presenting our guests for today. Would you like to introduce yourselves?

Agent P: Fuck you! You ghost scum. Just you wait until I get out of these restraints.

Agent Q: Release me you bastard! You wouldn't get away with this!

Trickster: Oh yikes. Our guests today are quite violent aren't they? Anyway, let me introduce them. Over here are Agent P and Agent Q or Simon Hawk and Larry Rose. They are members of the now infamous Ghost Investigation Ward, a secret government branch that focuses on "researching" and "developing" weapons against ghosts.

Agent Q: We develop them to fight against scum like you. You evil scheming bastard.

Trickster: Now, that we talk about it. Here is their research conclusion. *Pulls out a stack of paper* *Takes out a pair of glasses and wears them* Ehem Ehem. Ghost or ecto entities are defined as creatures that are made of or heavily contaminated by ectoplasm. Ecto entities are non sentient nor sapient. They take on the form of our loved one to deceive us and kill us. They are evil and must be destroyed.

After Trickster finishes reading the document out loud, he takes off the glasses and puts down the document.

Trickster: Anyway, I'm pretty sure I am sapient and sentient because I have been thinking real hard on what is the next prank is going to be. And I'm also pretty sure that I am not a ghost, at least not fully since I don't know who I am supposed to impersonate except myself.

Agent P: Shut up! We all know that you ghost scum all tell lies. Deception is in your nature from the moment you are born.

Trickster: Racist much? Heh, if I am capable of lies then, I am sentient and sapient but if I am not sentient nor sapient, I shouldn't be able to lie. Make it make sense people.

Agent P: You liar! I've seen what your kind has done before this. That Phantom scum is lucky we didn't catch him or else we would have cut him open and torture him to death.

Suddenly, Trickster stalls at the words. The viewers can see frost starts to form around the room as ice slowly crept up the two agents' legs. An alarm suddenly turns on and Trickster suddenly wakes up from his budding rage.

Trickster: Well well well. It seems we have visitors. Off you go.

Picking up the two agents, Trickster throws them into a portal that he opens as Nightwing and Batman appears on the scene.

Batman: Where did you take them?

Trickster: Sorry, but I ain't gonna tell you. I have a special game for this type of person.

Nightwing: Wait! Trickster, I know you are a good kid. We can talk about it. You can still stop before you do something you might regret.

Trickster: You know, Nightwing. I used to have so much mercy. I let them live. Time and time again. No matter what they did. I forgave them. I let them go. I believe in the preciousness of human lives. But I am not 14 anymore. I can't stay positive and expect them to one day turn to the good side. Not when they don't learn anything from their wrong doing. And I will teach them that every action has consequences.

Nightwing: Wait!

Batman throws a batarang at Trickster but he easily blocks it with a wall of ice. Nightwing tries to rush after Trickster but the portal has already closed before he manages to catch up to Trickster.

The two of them stare in silence as the only thing left of Trickster is the camera that he used to livestream.

Part 6

[lady-luckk]

Pirate captain with his prized treasure…….a captured mermaid reader darling 🥰❤️🌊

To make the story more dramatic maybe even the other crew mates also get infatuated with her? 🫣💀🌊

most prized possession

# pairings: yandere pirate harem x mermaid / merman reader

# synopsis: you're a mermaid / merman curious about humans. one day you swim too close to the surface and get captured by an infamous pirate crew. no matter how hard you try, they'll never let you go.

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession, kidnapping, and murder. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

you’d heard of pirates.

rumors that drifted through currents, whispered between schools of fish and passing dolphins. stories of ships that bled oil and fire, of men who carved the sea like beasts with bones of steel. dangerous. loud. ugly.

whispers drifting through currents, secrets traded between reef and wreck. stories soaked in blood and oil—ships that screamed across the sea, men who wore steel like skin. monsters. brutal. loud. ugly.

but when his ship rose from the horizon, it wasn’t ugly.

it was wrong. and gorgeous.

it was… strange. fascinating. black sails like wings. wood that creaked with secrets. music—deep and ragged, not like your songs, but powerful. alive.

and then you saw him.

tall. scarred. sharp in every way. his voice cracked like lightning. his crew scattered like birds when he barked. he stood like the sea bowed to him. you should’ve been afraid.

instead, you were enchanted.

you watched for hours. you’d never seen a human this close. you darted around the hull, peeking above the waves, your heart beating fast, not from fear—but from wonder. what was it like to stand? to wear metal? to command so many? to own the sea without gills?

you let out a quiet hum, just to see if he’d hear.

he did.

his head snapped toward you like a blade unsheathing. he didn’t shout. he smiled. but it wasn’t warm. it was sharp. possessive. like you’d already been taken.

you ducked. swam deep. but the hook had sunk—not into your skin, but somewhere worse.

you came back the next day. and the next.

until one night, you got too close.

a flash. a net. cold iron and hands that grabbed too fast for you to slip away. you thrashed, screamed. they laughed. he didn’t.

he leaned down, studying you like something he’d won at great cost.

“you should’ve stayed hidden,” he said, low, rough. “curious little thing.”

you trembled as they lowered you into a cage half-filled with seawater. he watched you like a man starving. not for food—for possession.

“you’re mine now,” he whispered.

and you, stupidly, still wondered what it might feel like to touch his face.

his crew is just as twisted as he is—maybe worse.

the first mate grins too wide whenever you scream. he speaks in riddles, touches your the glass of your aquarium like he’s checking the weight of a pearl, like he’s wondering how many pieces you’d break into. he calls you his little song.

the helmsman talks to the sea like it talks back. you’ve seen him whisper into the water and laugh when it spits foam against your prison. he says you’re a curse, and though he never acts on it, he likes the chaos you bring. he enjoys watching the captain’s obsession eat away at him, unraveling him bit by bit. to the helmsman, you're not just a prisoner; you're a force that disturbs the balance, and he relishes in the way it makes everything feel like it's on the edge of cracking.

the cook leaves you offerings. shells. bones. scraps of things you can’t name. he speaks the least but watches the most. always there in the shadows, waiting. you’re not sure if it’s kindness or cruelty, and you’re not sure which is worse.

the lookout keeps charts of your body. sketches on soaked parchment. fins. scales. the curve of your throat. he thinks you don’t see. but you do. he documents you like you’re a specimen, something to study before it slips from the world.

the gunner carved a song into the wood near your cage. a lullaby made of threats and longing. he hums it under his breath while polishing weapons. you hate it. you hate that it lingers in your ears long after he’s gone.

and yet none of them touch you.

not without the captain’s word.

they fear him more than they want you—but only barely. and that balance is paper-thin. one snap, one slip, and they’ll fall on you like a pack of starving beasts.

they say you're a prize. a curse. a god. a pet. depends who’s speaking. depends who’s drinking. but no matter what name they use, they all agree on one thing:

you belong to them.

not just the captain, though he was the first to lay claim—his hands the ones that dragged you from the waves, his voice the one that named you his. but once they saw you—saw the shimmer of your scales, the way your eyes burned with defiance—they all decided.

you’re not his.

you’re theirs.

the first mate tells you this as he runs a blade along your tank. he calls you treasure, says gold fades and rusts, but you—you breathe. he killed for you before the captain even asked. he’d do it again, slower next time. just to hear you gasp.

“ever think of running, little fish?” he asks, grinning like a split lip. “go ahead. try. i’ll be the one to chase you. i’d like that.”

you bare your teeth.

he laughs. “look at that. still got bite. don’t worry, i’d never dull your edges. just want to see how sharp you really are.”

his knife scrapes the edge of your tank. it leaves a mark. he likes leaving marks.

“you’re prettiest when you’re angry,” he mutters, “but i wonder how you’d sound if you begged.”

he loves you. he watches you like you��re the only thing that can fill him, and every time you resist, every time you snap, it only makes his hunger worse.

“you’re too pretty to vanish,” he says, the words almost a prayer. “so I’ll make sure you don’t.” he wants to keep you locked in his gaze forever, to watch you fight and scream, 

because when you’re angry, it feels like you’re alive—and that’s the only thing that makes sense to him anymore. he feeds on your rage. he would kill to see it last.

the helmsman doesn’t smile. he never has. he sits across from your cage, murmuring to the sea through cracked lips, his fingers stained with ink and salt.

“storm’s coming,” he says. “the sea told me. she’s jealous of you.” you stay quiet. he doesn’t need your voice to continue.

“she said you shouldn’t be here. but i told her you’re ours now. she’ll forgive us.”

a pause.

“eventually.”

his eyes flick to yours. hollow. reverent.  

“don’t sing to her. sing to me next time.”

the helmsman, he’s afraid of losing you. every night, he stares at the stars, but he doesn’t see them. he sees you. he’s become obsessed with your existence. he talks to the sea like it’s a jealous lover.

“she’s angry,” he whispers to your tank. “she wants you back, but I won’t let her.” there’s a madness in his voice, a desperation in his touch as he grips the wheel with white knuckles, like if he lets go for even a moment, the ship—and you—will slip away. he doesn’t sleep. he’s terrified if he closes his eyes, you’ll disappear, and he’ll be left with nothing but the endless waves.

“you’re real,” he repeats to himself, as if saying it enough will make it true. “you’re real. and you’re ours.”

the cook leaves things.

he doesn’t speak much. just opens the hatch, slides in a dish of raw fish and strange fruit, and watches as you push it away.

“not hungry?” he rasps, voice low like wet gravel. “you need to eat. weak things don’t last long on this ship.”

you glare at him. he sets a small shell down beside the plate—cracked, pearlescent, beautiful in a broken way.

“found this,” he says. “looked like your eyes.” you don’t thank him. he doesn’t expect it. he only stares, then leaves.

he’s quiet in his obsession, but it’s no less consuming. he’s obsessed with feeding you, with seeing you take something from him.

“you looked at me once,” he whispers, like it’s a holy memory. “your eyes… they softened.” he remembers the flicker of something in your gaze, the way you acknowledged him, and he clings to it like it’s the only real thing in the world. every meal he serves you is an offering, each one wrapped in desperation.

he’ll starve the crew before he lets you go hungry, as if keeping you full will keep you here. and when you refuse his food, when you turn your face away, he sees it as a challenge. something to overcome. something to earn. 

and he will—he’ll make sure you never go hungry again. because that’s how he’ll keep you. that’s how he’ll keep you his.

the lookout perches near your tank at dusk, always with charcoal-stained hands and a scroll of half-done sketches.

“hold still,” he mutters. “your eyes keep shifting.”

you turn away. he clicks his tongue.

“rude. you want to be forgotten?”

a pause.

i could sketch your throat next. the curve of your gills. people never draw those right.”

he leans closer, voice soft. too soft.

“you’re already myth. i’m just making sure the truth stays ours.”

the lookout is a predator in his own way, stalking you with his eyes. his obsession isn’t with touch, but with knowing you. understanding you. he thinks if he studies you enough, if he watches you in silence, he’ll unlock the secret that makes you—well, you.

“you’ll reveal yourself,” he tells you in a soft, matter-of-fact voice. “i’ll wait.”

he draws you in all his sketches, each one a different version of you—beautiful, terrifying, fragile, strong. But none of them capture what he sees in you. he’s obsessed with capturing your essence, and he’ll never stop drawing. because once he knows you completely, once he understands you inside and out, he’ll have you. he’s convinced of it. and until then, he waits. and watches.

the gunner slams in like a cannonball—loud, reckless, already drunk.

“siren!” he roars, arms spread wide. “you missed me, didn’t you?” you hiss. he beams.

“don’t be shy,” he says, crouching beside the cage. “i killed three men for you today. you hear that? three. didn’t even blink.”

he rattles the tank. you flinch.

“you could say thank you,” he says, voice lower now. “you should say thank you.” you don’t.

“fine.” he smiles. “i’ll earn it tomorrow, too.”

the gunner is all chaos, all violence, all adrenaline. he’s obsessed with the rush of it—the fight, the kill, the hunt. he craves the rawness of it, and you, to him, are the ultimate hunt.

he doesn’t just want you to submit. he wants to break you. he’s obsessed with seeing you bend, seeing you crack. he wants to see what happens when you stop fighting back.

“not long now,” he mutters as he polishes his weapons. “you’ll break. they all do.” but he’s wrong. you’re not like them.

but he doesn’t care. he’ll break you, piece by piece, until you do what he says. because once you do, that’s when you’ll finally belong to him.

and then there’s the captain. he comes last. always last. always when the others are gone.he doesn’t sit. he stands—like a storm trapped in flesh.

“they think you belong to them,” he says. “fools.” you raise your head slowly. your silence is your only defiance.

“they touch the tank. they speak like you’re theirs. they forget who caught you.”

 he steps closer. your water ripples with the weight of him.

“tell me, little siren,” he murmurs, “do you miss the sea?” you nod.

he kneels, eye-level now. dangerous.

“good,” he says, almost gently. “i want you to remember what i took from you.”

his hand brushes the glass.

“because you’ll never have it again.”

you don’t cry. you just sing when he leaves—quietly, bitterly—until the ship creaks like it’s trying to weep with you.

he’s the only one who understands you. the only one who sees you not as a prize, but as something far darker, far more beautiful. you are his. the others are just… distractions. you’re the thing he wanted from the moment he first saw you.

“you’ll never leave,” he tells you, as though it’s a promise. “not as long as i breathe.” he doesn’t need to touch you to claim you.

his obsession is more consuming than any of theirs. he wants your soul. he wants you to burn with him.

“i’ll never let you go,” he whispers, his voice almost tender. “not until you’re mine in every way.”

you are a creature of the sea—beautiful and dangerous, ancient in ways humans can never fully understand. your scales shimmer in the dim light of your cage, iridescent and fluid, reflecting the moonlight like the surface of the water at night. your tail flicks with a quiet grace, though it’s trapped in a small space, too confined for the freedom you were born to. every movement you make is a reminder of what you once were—unstoppable, wild, untouchable.

your voice, once a haunting melody that lured ships to their doom, now remains trapped in your throat, locked away behind iron bars. you still hum, though, sometimes—a quiet song that only the sea might hear, but here, only the crew listens. your gaze, bright and defiant, burns with the memory of the open waters, the endless horizon that you long to return to.

the crew treats you like a rare, untamed creature—something they don't truly understand, but they want to possess anyway. they see you as both a prize and puzzle, something to be studied and admired, but they can't see the soul behind your eyes. you're not just a mermaid to them, a mythical being to be owned. you are a symbol of their twisted desires, a reflection of their madness.

you’ve heard them talk about your beauty, your power, your magic—but none of them can truly grasp the depths of who you are. they only see what they can take, what they can hold in their hands. the first mate, with his obsession for watching you struggle, delights in your anger, but never understands that beneath it all, there’s a heart that beats for the sea and not for them. the helmsman, who whispers to the waves, doesn’t realize that your connection to the sea isn’t something to be manipulated, but something that keeps you tethered to a world you can’t escape from. the cook, leaving offerings like a worshiper, doesn’t see that you’re not a pet to be fed, but a creature of great beauty and mystery—an untamed soul.

they’ve captured you, trapped you in a cage meant for lesser beasts, but they don't understand that you are no mere creature to be tamed. you are the storm beneath the water, the pulse of the ocean, and the very air they breathe is tainted with your presence. you are more than they will ever know.

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Gesture: A Slim Guide - Five Fun Facts

To celebrate the publication of Gesture: A Slim Guide I've selected five facts from/about the book to share:

1. The cover is a deepcut reference to my first gesture research project

Gawne & Kelly (2014) is actually work from my honours project in 2007 - it took us a while to write it up for publication. In that experiment, participants watched a short video narrative and marked everything they thought was a 'gesture' without being given a definition. On the whole, people agree at a minimum level with Gesture Studies researchers about what a gesture is, but tend to include far more in their definition. The cover illustration from Lucy Maddox captures some of the key gestures from that video. Because we had no budget, I filmed the video of myself narrating the story.

2. Learning a signed language will affect the way you gesture in spoken language

Research on learners of ASL shows that learning a signed language affects the gestures of people who have spent their whole life speaking English. Gesture and signed languages are two very different uses of the same modality, but they influence each other in interesting ways.

3. You can make people imagine emphasis differently by changing the placement of emphatic gestures

Hans Rutger Bosker and David Peeters created experimental video clips that you can see here. They took inspiration for their experimental work from the classic McGurk effect in phonetics, where watching a mouth closing like a /g/ while a /b/ sound is played will make the viewer hear a /d/.

4. Dolphins and seals demonstrate the capacity to follow human pointing gestures

While there is evidence that many domestic animals can follow human pointing gestures, this is the only documented evidence to date that shows this skill in wild animals that aren't primates.

5. People still gesture even if their audience can't see them, but the way they gesture changes

Speech and gesture are so closely linked up that we can't help but gesture, even if our audience can't see us. Experiments show that changing the audience conditions changes how large or frequent gestures are, but nothing stops us gesturing completely.

The official launch party for Gesture: A Slim Guide will be the April episode of Lingthusiasm, stay tuned!

Book overview

The gestures that we use when we speak are an important, if often over-looked, part of how we communicate. This book provides a friendly, fast-paced introduction to the field of Gesture Studies. Gestures are those communicative actions made with the human body that accompany spoken or signed language. Paying attention to gesture means paying attention to the fuller context in which humans communicate. Gesture is absolute, in that every human community that has language also has gestures as part of that language. But gesture is also relative, in that it is far more heavily context dependent than other elements of communication. This book provides a broad introduction to current understandings of the nature and function of gesture as a feature of communication. This Slim Guide covers the ways gesture works alongside speech and the different categories of gesture. The way these categories are used varies across cultures and languages, and even across specific interactions. We acquire gesture as part of language, and it is deeply entwined with language in the brain. Gesture has an important role in the origin of language, and in shaping the future of human communication. The study of gesture makes a crucial interdisciplinary contribution to our understanding of human communication. This Slim Guide provides an introduction to Gesture Studies for readers of all backgrounds.

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“You don’t have to cry when you’re not on camera, you know.”

Tears dribbled down your cheeks as you curled up into a little ball. Your hands were wrapped in soft mittens, making them basically unusable. You sniffled and wiped your face. It was humiliating. You were practically nude save for the collar around your neck and the stockings clinging to your upper thighs.

“Seriously,” He sighed and wrapped his large hand around your ankle, yanking you across the mattress until you were seated at the edge where all the cameras were pointed to. “You’ve got to save your energy,” He chided and smoothed out your hair a bit. He wiped at your ruddy face, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Although… yeah keep pouting like that,” he groaned and pulled out the handheld. He zoomed the lens in on your fearful expressions. His breathing became ragged. As he held your face in his palm, squishing your cheeks and turning your head in various directions. A bit of drool slipped past your lips, and you let out a tiny sob. “Fuckkkk you’re perfect. You’re my perfect little thing aren’t you?” His thumb worked his way past your teeth, chuckling softly as he smeared spit over your puffy lips.

The world spun as you were forced over, your hips propped up on a pillow. You let out a strangled cry as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He quickly worked to strap your arms to be folded together behind your back, making it arch almost painfully. He spread the globes of your ass open, and you whimpered at the feeling. Normally he’d keep you stuffed with toys, making a show of how gaped you could become afterwards, but today was different. You shuffled a bit to see what he was preparing, and you yelped at the feeling of cool lube being poured onto your skin. You tried to shut your thighs, but he kept them open as he began to work his fingers into you. You moaned soon after, your eyes fluttering as the sounds of your cunt being pumped into sounded out.

“We got- fuck- we got a request to have you be spanked and then do a bit of anal. They said- said not to touch your clit or anything. So unfair haha. Our viewers have gotten so mean lately. I think they like seeing you all scared. But you don’t have to be scared with me, baby. No no no, You’ve just got to relax so I can keep taking care of us.”

It shouldn’t feel this bad, or any more bad than being kidnapped and fucked mercilessly on a daily basis would. But no, no he made you read all the things people said about you. About him. They didn’t think this was real, and if they did, then they probably were getting off on the idea that you were being held captive. You had tried to call out for help once in a video, but when people said your screams were too realistic, he started to gag you for a while after that. It was a project, this wasn’t actually your life, he was a good partner, you were a good actor: All things people said instead of actually helping you. And now you were stuck having your ass spread for whoever would pay the most, just because he couldn’t deal with the reality that this was anything but your worst nightmare.

In the last few weeks, your captor had been filming nearly every moment of your life. You’d be convinced that he got some sick pleasure from documenting every scream and tearful breakdown, but you knew better. Sure, he liked it, but he mainly did it because of his damn viewers. You were sure that we wouldn’t even have your thighs open and down if it wasn’t for a good chunk of those sick fucks practically begging to see him fuck you on a near daily basis, but then again he was literally your kidnapper so you couldn’t say anything for certain anymore.

You squealed as he brought his hand down. The resounding crack was followed by a burning sting. You didn’t have a moment to breathe before he smacked you again, and again until your backside was on fire and bruised. Your tears stained the pillow as you whimpered, and he reached forward, petting your lower back like one would a frightened animal.

“There we go. You did so good.” 

He had to gag you before starting to actual fuck you. He was running his fingers over your scalp as if it would make anything better. His cock was stretching out your asshole in a way that felt all too wrong and full. You gurgled pathetically as he shallowly thrust into you. It didn’t even feel all that good, but he was moaning like you had handed him heaven on a silver platter.

“Mngh! H-hah d-don’t worry baby- I’ll touch your pussy as much as you want after this,” he whispered mischievously as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. You sobbed at the thought of letting him anywhere near your other hole, but you were leaking all over the sheets at the moment. And your cunt was positively aching to have attention paid to it. You winced as he grew more frantic in pacing, finally spilling deep within your clenching ass. You made a pathetic whine as he stilled within you, spanking your ass a few more times as he rolled his hips almost teasingly before pulling out. He panted as he hooked his finger in the rim of your asshole and pulled it to the side so the camera could capture the way his cum leaked out.

“Okay! And that should be good for now,” he sighed, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair. “Man, baby, you’re so fucking tight down here. I thought you were gonna rip my dick off haha,” he laughed breathlessly and unbuckled the gag. He massaged your jaw as you slumped forward.

“I know, I know. You don’t like being shut up like that… but I really kind of have to. I mean, It’s not exactly hot when you’re screaming for help all the time,” He said and started to review the footage while his other hand reached down and started to tease your clit again. You jumped at his touch, but as humiliated as you were, you were so embarrassingly horny that you simply bit into the sheets beneath you to stop the humiliating noises from spilling out.

One maddeningly slow circle at a time. You grunted softly, and he let out a whistle. “ You know, I’m so glad I get to do this with you. I’m really lucky. Most people can’t make a living from loving their partner all the time like we do.”

He slipped a finger in, and you rolled your hips desperately to meet the friction.

“It just sucks that so many people want me to be mean to you. Hah… I guess we should be grateful, huh? You’re so cute… it’s no wonder people want to bully you…” He trailed off before kneeling down between your legs. He hummed appreciatively as his hand worked on your entrance, your walls pulsing around his fingers. He smiled, and you felt his breath on your sensitive folds before you could help yourself. You yelped a bit as he groaned into your pussy, his tongue stroking and slurping eagerly. You keened softly as you bucked your hips, trying to grind on his nose. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly as you panted and trembled. Finally, after all that fucking bullshit, you were gonna cum. 

And then, all of a sudden, his touch was gone. 

You blinked for a moment, before tears of frustration gathered in your eyes. You let out a wail as you writhed, trying desperately to find the sweet friction you needed to finish, but he merely placed a hand on your lower back.

“Oh? Hold up…”

You craned your neck to the side as tears slipped down your face, and you paled as you saw his expression. He was smiling, almost cruelly as he rubbed your back in a sympathetic way.

“Sorry baby. We just got another request. A bunch of nipple play this time. My viewers are so weird haha. Anyways, I promise I’ll let you cum for real afterwards as a reward,” he assured you, and you whimpered as he loomed over you, fixing the camera to start the whole ordeal all over again with a wicked glint in his eye. You let out a terrified squeak. As much as you and him blamed the people who paid for these stupid videos, you didn’t think that anyone who didn’t enjoy their job would look so gleeful about it at the same time.