[cw venting about renniverssary stress. tl;dr i'm giving myself an out LMAO and, if i can't conjure up some perfect and lovely piece by next week, i'll just Do What I Can and then start planning the wedding so i have more time and can make that the Big Thing]
it hit me last night that i'm absolutely FUCKING MYSELF UP w stress over "not doing enough" for the renniversary ksjdnfkjn so i think. actually. i'll make and post what i can manage, without pushing myself to make The Most Finished Work Imaginable, and then maybe over the coming months i'll get some commissions and decide on a "wedding" date to post them on 😭
ren wouldn't want me to stress over "being good enough"... that's part of our whole Thing after all. idk. i just. he's the first oc i've made who's had this deep of an impact on me; this year in particular has been ROUGH, and he (and this community hehe) have been pulling me through all of the bullshit and breakdowns. i WANT to do something big and meaningful to match even a fraction of everything he's done for me! but if i'm going through a bad art slump and making myself stressed and unhappy, then what's the point of doing it...? if that makes sense.
sorry, this is mostly just me working through these weird, contradictory, fucky feelings. it's also weird guilt bc i put together a nice little finished chibi pic for the oushiversary tomorrow, but i'm struggling to make anything beyond messy sketches and loose, half-baked ideas for ren, my current main? (granted i was using an unfinished sketch from a couple of years ago as the oushiversary pic base, but. yknow.)
i still have a week. there's time for divine inspiration to strike LMAO. but i want to let myself not freak out over it. worst case? i draw something like that poke!renro in that loose, paint-y style that doesn't take long to do but looks really visually interesting, and then i FIIIIIINALLY do a yumeship meme for us KJANSKFJN.
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trans reddit in general is a very dark place but i think the sentiment of being so obsessed with some damning physical trait of yours and letting it be so painful that you cant bear to look at cis people is the EXACT reason you havent realized how many cis men have round jawlines or 0 muscle mass or how many cis women have big heads or long arms or flat chests or high foreheads. the combination of living inside your head 90% of the time and spending the other 10% of the time on the internet where the visual presence of people who dont look like models is smoothly and algorithmically culled is making your life so much more painful than it deserves to be. like, you cant just quit that cycle cold turkey, but every time you get on the bus or go to the grocery store or at your job or whatever, maybe start thinking about all the people you see and how your eyes glaze over all the perfectly average unattractive people that exist in real life because it feels like they "dont count" because youve internalized the idea that every average looking person is an anomalous outlier against all the tabloid-beautiful people you were taught is how people are SUPPOSED to look. you really really really have to understand how much of a lie it is. understand that all of the people you see on the subway, and how many of them are perfect looking vs how many of them are unattractive and not done up, and know that that is what its like everywhere. everywhere is full of people who look weird and some of them are self conscious about it and some of them arent. thats just the human condition. people look weird! everyone has weird traits because the idea of 1 perfect beautiful man and woman is stupid and fake! and everyone's still subject to that pressure to conform to that fake ideal, and that does absolutely still manifest into material conditions, but at least know in your heart that your traits that youre told are ugly and by extension anomalous are both FINE and VERY MUCH UNIVERSAL
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boyfriend toji asks you to workout with him all the time, but not in the way you’re thinking. you’re his incentive, a little prize for working so hard.
so of course he cages you underneath him as he does push ups, claiming a victory kiss each time he lowers himself to the ground. honestly the way you laugh and giggle is far more satisfying than the actual workout part of it, his lips quirking into a half smile each time he pushes back up.
“you’re so lame,” you laugh, patting his flexing bicep and he rolls his eyes.
“what’s wrong with havin’ a prize? i’m workin’ so hard,” he stresses the last word with an over exaggerated sigh.
“yeah right like this isn’t the easiest possible thing for you—”
a heavy kiss—his favorite way of shutting you up. he pulls back, expression going smug at your dazed reaction.
“you sure do talk a lot for someone who’s enjoying it.” he quips.
and you do enjoy it—honestly you’d take any excuse to steal affection from the hulking wolf of a man that is your boyfriend, especially when he’s always so willing to give it.
some days he’ll switch it up and ask you to get on his back as he does his push ups, because god knows he’s strong and he can handle you so easily.
and he likes the way you loop your arms around his neck, likes the way you squeal as he playfully tries to bite your fingers when they get too close to his face.
“i think i’ll just stay up here,” you comment from atop his back, and toji can hear your smile.
“oh yeah?” he grunts as he lowers himself to the ground.
“mhm.” your fingers drum over his back. “you look pretty good like this. i can boss you around and everything.”
“hah—” an evil smirk, even as sweat drips down his temple. “watch your mouth, kid. don’t push your luck.”
you laugh, he grins. somehow you just make the whole process that much more fun for him.
toji is selfish too. bad enough that he has you trapped either under him or on top of him as he does push ups for as long as he can. but once he’s done and you’re about to go do your own work he’s grabbing your wrist with that trademark smirk going, “hey i’m not done yet.”
and then you find yourself holding his feet down as he casually does sit ups, and of course each time he makes it back up he’s kissing you. you giggle each time, leaning your weight onto your palms to keep his legs steady as you peak over his knees. the sound tickles his ears—infectious.
“aren’t you tired yet?” you call out, tilting your head with a teasing smile. toji pulls himself up, abs flexing as his bulky arms stay put behind his head.
“tired?” he scoffs, lips brushing over yours. he pulls back just slightly, hooded eyes boring into yours. “i got my energy right here.”
he’s ridiculous. selfish and utterly ridiculous. it comes to a point where he refuses to do his exercises if you’re not there, claiming that “it’s no fun workin’ hard if there’s nothin’ to work hard for.”
but obviously half of the time he ends up forgetting about the workout anyway, grabbing at your waist to pull you into his lap as he presses his mouth to yours eagerly—one little prize already managing to distract him.
for someone so strong, toji can be embarrassingly weak when it comes to you.
oh well, no harm done. he knows he can get his exercise in a different way—and you have no problem with that either.
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