#yaoi arm syndrome

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early morning ramblings///

posting this for funsies

pidge talks about romance as horror for far too long and makes no sense in the process 2024 colorized

relationships as a vessel for psychological horror has always been something that fascinates me. take killing stalking for example. a viscerally disgusting and terrible work of horror fiction that i honestly find really compelling conceptually. now did SOME of the fandom™️ completely miss the point and just go “omg yaoi” yes, they did. and yeah the story is like,, not my thing exactly in execution i didn’t finish the comic itself. im not the biggest fan of gore and it crossed my personal line into shock horror (got a bit too into the wrong kind of uncomfortable) but it’s all preference. however, the inherent horror of things like stockholm syndrome, or the idea of a frankenstein being infatuated with his monster not because of who they are but because he made them are both SO interesting. imagine a person loving someone who they have manipulated and abused past the point of humanity. not romantically necessarily (though yeah that’s totally a thing, that all-consuming fascination being misunderstood as a sick romance) rather like a personal project they’re absolutely obsessed with. their creation. except that creation has feelings as well. or maybe in extreme cases, used to at least. problem is it’s difficult to write platonically, since a lot of that stuff can come off as romanticizing abuse and it’s a very delicate topic. deffo easier to have someone eat their own arm and call it a day. going back to stockholm syndrome, in a way it’s a removal of agency (which is a staple of horror media lol). so the horror could be applied both ways, the obsessed and the obsession. the monster and its twisted creator. the inhuman and the inhumane. idk it’s just so damn interesting. it gets complicated and tricky to pull off, but horror doesn’t mix well with cut corners. i may try and expand on this sort of idea but in a far less extreme way for the swapverse. absolutely nothing romantic, in fact i headcanon (or i guess canon?) both versions of cleo as aroace (fully, not just somewhere in the middle of the aroace spectrum but completely disinterested in romance and sex repulsed) ((mostly just wanted to explore familial and platonic bonds without having to consider any sort of romantic stuff)) (((yes s!cleo had a boyfriend pre apox. it was qpr, they were both aroace but were besties for the resties and were gonna marry for tax purposes))). but i’d love to pull off a platonic obsession. jo would absolutely obsess over her work. she would be so proud of herself for creating cleo. living (debatably) proof of her skill. her magnum opus. every success of cleo’s is actually jos, but also every failure is taken the same way. jo sees it as her own failure, and takes out that selfish anger on cleo or even V sometimes. cleo struggles with her humanity. she was one of the first infected. not patient 0, but one of the first. early enough to have been institutionalized and studied at least. and jo has twisted her memories so much that cleo doesn’t know anything about herself except that she belongs to jo. she’s property, a dangerous weapon. that’s what makes their deaths so poetic. jo dies at the hands of V, through her own weapon. because while cleo hit the detonator, it was V who rigged the bomb. Cleo and jo depend on each other so much. the way you need the sword to cut but the sword needs you to polish. to sharpen. even to forge. of course V is the only one who survives. cleo was never going to be able to live without jo and vice versa. they weren’t friends. they weren’t family. they were something else entirely, something torturous and hateful and tragic. a dynamic of lies and manipulation and cruelty. they died as they lived, together. while the original final lives cast was threatened by the new world, they managed to overcome it by being a team. in the swapverse, the outside world was never the threat. they dominated the apocalypse, thriving compared to the og crew. but they were torn apart from the inside, and they couldn’t overcome it. yet another reflection of the original cast. i was gonna type more but hit tumblr limit goodnight fazgang

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Like dynamics

I'm sure there are tons of people who play with dynamics much more fluidly, but that's never what gets popular and that's never what you see in media.

You're a rigger or a rope bunny, you piss or get pissed on, you whip or you get whipped, i want to hurt you or i want you to hurt me

And it's all or nothing! Your stalker bf kidnaps you and beats you and cuts you up and rapes you and berates you and you slowly get corrupted and degraded but you're just an object for fucking and eventually he'll cut off your arms and legs until your holes aren't tight enough anymore and then he'll dump your body in the woods some day. I cannot stress enough that I don't think there's anything wrong with people who like that or who want that kind of fantasy in their dynamic because even if it seems like just give give give/take take take there's always something for both parties in a relationship (a healthy one, i don't want to get into it).

I don't see dynamics where it's give take give/take give take *on its face.* Where's the stalker bf who kidnaps his victim gf and then caters to her ever whim and worships her and does everything for her- but she can never leave, he's slowly corrupting her mind, but he's so incredibly gentle with her and stockholm syndromes her in love with him. I only have enough brain power to come up with the one example (I'm super high, may come up with more later).

It's not an issue of them not existing (I read plenty of yaoi in my younger days and it's full of this kind of stuff) it's that the only stuff that gets popular seems to be the all or nothing kind.

I'm curious as to the cultural things happening below the current that are affecting this trend. It may be a simple as "the more extreme the more popular on socmed" or there may be more to it. It could be "it's a lot easier to tag and search for things that are all or nothing than things that are mixed up on either side of the slash"

[yaoi-hands-4-2-kill-u]

You've heard of yaoi hands ?

How about yaoi spaghetti arms...

[writteninsunshine]

Sugar, Spice, And Everything Nice - Token Black/Tweek Tweak - SFW

Title: Sugar, Spice, And Everything Nice

Author: Keith

Fandom: South Park

Setting: Token’s House

Pairing: Token Black/Tweek Tweak

Characters: Token Black, Tweek Tweak

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1375

Type Of Work: One-Shot

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Motor Tics, Verbal Tics, PANS Syndrome, Unsanitary, Sharing Drinks, Kissing, Kissing Drinks Into The Other Person’s Mouth

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: A little bit of sweetness makes coffee all the better.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!

Welp, I finally got myself to write and finish something. I’m actually really happy with this, and I hope that it keeps working. I haven’t had much drive to write in a month and a half due to health issues, and it feels good to write again. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Sugar, Spice, And Everything Nice

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“Thi-th-th-- This i-is so cliché--” Tweek murmured, his hands quaking as he set the freshly prepared coffee back on the counter. He didn’t want to spill it, and he’d overfilled it this time. On purpose or accident, that much was up for interpretation.

“Is it?” Token’s strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in close as a kiss was pressed to his neck. When Tweek tensed, Token braced himself, narrowly avoiding getting his nose broken by the sudden jerk of the other’s head. Tweek could be intensely sweet sometimes, but Token liked to think he was a little more like a Sour Patch Kid. Sour, hard to get along with, sometimes painful to be around, and then sweet, thoughtful, giving. 

It worked out just fine for Token if he were being honest.

“Y-Y-Yeah, man, it--” Interrupted by a scream, his head shot back against Token’s shoulder once more, and he had to take a minute before he could speak again, his teeth gritting and eyes screwed shut. Token’s hands rubbed up and down his exposed stomach, a slow, reassuring gesture that helped Tweek to relax after a moment. Wearing one of Token’s cropped hoodies always lead to his skin being touched more. Thankfully, the other man’s hands were comfortable and the soft firmness of them didn’t mess with his texture sensitivities.

“I-it’s a-a-almost lame.” Tweek finally finished, panting softly as he tried to keep his breathing in line with that of the man behind him. Token always took slow, measured breaths, tried to keep himself calm during these trying times, and Tweek appreciated it immensely. It always helped him find peace, and it left a shaky, rattled breath coming off of his chapped lips.

Token and Craig were the only men that could get him to relax like this, and he was endlessly thankful for both of them.

“Lame, huh? I thought you loved pumpkin spice coffee.” Token teased softly, resting his chin on Tweek’s shoulder. The height difference didn’t make it uncomfortable so much as a little awkward, with Token on his tiptoes as he kissed the other’s neck.

“I-- I d-d-do! B-but it’s still p-pr-- Pretty--”

“Gay?” Token supplied with a laugh and another kiss that had Tweek wriggling in his arms. 

“Y-yeah, man, yeah.” Another twitch had Token getting cracked in the jaw by Tweek’s shoulder, but to his credit, he didn’t relinquish his hold on the other man. No, he tightened his grip on him with every intention of holding him through this tic, too. Tweek, in his endless gratitude, elbowed him in the ribs with a loud ‘sorry’ accompanied by another yelp. At the very least, Token didn’t seem mad, bless his heart.

Both he and Craig put up with way too much shit from him, in his own humble opinion.

“Well, good thing you’re gay then, huh?” Token kissed the skin just beneath his ear, and Tweek finally turned around in the other’s arms, wrapping his own around his neck. Token deserved return affection for putting up with him and his uncontrollable outbursts.

“I gu-gu-gue-- Guess, y-yeah.” Tweek offered a fluctuating smile, resting their foreheads together for a second. 

“Are we going to drink it or are we just going to let it smell good?” Token asked softly, leaning in to press their lips together, a slow and gentle kiss. It was another calm moment, something Tweek was praying wouldn’t be ruined by his body and its violent urge to mercilessly beat up anyone who dared to get close to him.

“We c-c-could do b-both,” Tweek suggested, closing his eyes as he pressed close, a hug that stabilized him for a moment. Maybe a good portion of that was Tweek trying to suppress another tic, leaving him shivering in the other’s hold. Token appreciated it, pecking his cheek again, but it wasn’t necessary.

“Let it out.” He whispered against the other’s skin, “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Tipping his head back, Token kept his arms firmly around Tweek’s waist as the taller man jerked and twitched, letting out another loud ‘gah’ as his head hit his own shoulder. His eyes twitched, one then the other, before closing as he violently jolted to the right, one arm coming up towards his chest and the other flopping uselessly at his side. God, he hated it when he did this.

Not only was it disruptive, but it was also painful. He was so used to it at this point that he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, but there was only so much he could do. Headbutting strong, built men like Token, Craig, and Clyde always left him with a headache, but he was sure they didn’t walk away unscathed either. A skull to the head was still a skull to the head, and was never fun for anyone, regardless of if you played football in school or not. 

As the shaking died down a little bit, Tweek took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes carefully and sucking in a deep lungful of air through his teeth. He finally began to straighten out, to get more comfortable in his skin again. Really, he must have been too excited, the tics were getting worse. Token slowly kissed his lips again, helping him to calm down, regulate his breathing between the movement of their mouths. With another careful sigh, Tweek nodded, brushing his nose against Token’s cheek.

“O-okay… Okay. I th-think I’m b-better.” Tweek murmured, his voice quiet, almost shy. Hopefully, he would be okay to actually drink his coffee now. Token, seeming to sense that this was true, reached behind Tweek and picked up the comically large mug, carefully lifting it and moving it around Tweek’s left side. 

“Take a sip,” Token told him, holding the oversized mug to the other’s lips, careful not to spill any, “First drink is yours.” 

Always willing to accept coffee and a sweet gesture, Tweek leaned forward slightly and took the biggest possible drink that he could with the cup flat against his lips. It was best to start this way so he didn’t get it everywhere. He’d learned that lesson after the millionth time, but the length that he’d keep that knowledge was questionable. Tweek was a smart man but he still always ended up coating himself if he overfilled his drinks, or wasn’t careful and added a lid, or had someone else hold the cup.

A good deal of his trouble with that was the constant vibrating, though.

After drinking as much as he could like that, he looked over at the other and nodded with a minuscule, lingering smile. Token took a drink, then, swallowing as he tipped the glass mug back between them. For a second, he almost wished they had straws, but he didn’t mind the lack of them. Another drink was taken by Tweek, tilting the cup still in Token’s hands, who pushed the mug out from between them once it was in his mouth. Kissing the other, he tilted his head, and Token opened his mouth.

Accepting the flood of pumpkin spice coffee that hit his tongue, he swallowed after a moment, trying to ignore the heat of it. It burned his tongue, but Tweek just seemed so happy to share it with him. It would be a real shame not to accept the other’s kindness because he knew it would affect him for months. Petting the side of Tweek’s face, he slowly pulled back from the kiss, the heat of the other’s breath fanning over his lips.

Sure, Tweek’s lips were always chapped, but Token hardly minded. They always grew dewy with a few swipes of Token’s tongue, their kisses turning syrupy sweet even as he pressed to the seam of Tweak’s lips and gave a gentle push.

For now, he let Tweek guide them, enjoying the kisses they shared as he simply petted his face, hoping to share in a long moment of intimacy. Interruptions were an expected obstacle when loving Tweek Tweak, as he couldn’t stay still or quiet for long, but Token took them in stride.

Even when that meant a split lip due to Tweek’s teeth colliding with his mouth too hard when Tweek’s head wrenched to the side in another uncontrollable movement.

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AN: Alright, so it’s not suuuuper long or anything, but I finally finished something. Hopefully, this actually gets posted, I would like to be able to finish something, get it edited, and posted. I haven’t been doing very well at any of those things, lately. At any rate, I hope you all enjoyed it!