#zringot

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[image description: a digital drawing of characters from my d&d campaign, Ingot and Z’ress, as they embrace in front of a sunny curtain and Ingot kisses Z’ress on the forehead. Ingot (he/they) is a tall, thin tiefling with gray skin, large bat wings, horns that start at the temple and go straight back before curving upward, and straight, dark blue shoulder-length hair. Ingot is wearing a long-sleeve green tunic and gold earrings. Z’ress (he/they) is a shorter, thin drow with dark purple skin, white freckles, and white hair in thick cornrows gathered into a bun at the base of his neck. They’re shirtless, showing a scar across their neck and scars like the spokes of a wheel on their chest. Z’ress is smiling softly, gazing downward, as Ingot kisses him. Z’ress has a red string threaded through his braids, and Ingot has the same red string threaded through a small braid in front of his ear. The lighting reflecting off them is yellowy and warm. “Together, JD ‘22″ is written in the bottom corner. End ID.]

they’ve been through A Lot lately and they just deserve a soft moment, okay?!

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I want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored—I want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand.

—This is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

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And, to be honest, love confuses me. I've never felt it before this—I've had joy in sex; I've had fast friendships. Neither feels right for this, and this feels bigger than both. So let me say what I mean, as well as I can.

I sought loneliness when I was young. You've seen me there: on my promontory, patient and unaware.

But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me.

I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.

—This is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

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[image description: a closeup, realistic digital painting of characters from my d&d game, Z’ress and Ingot. Z’ress (he/they) is a thin drow with dark purple skin and white hair in thick cornrows that are gathered into a low bun at the base of their neck. Ingot (he/they) is a thin tiefling with gray skin, horns that start at his temple and go straight back before curving up slightly, and long, straight, dark blue hair. Their faces are very close and they both have their eyes closed. Z’ress is cupping Ingot’s face with both hands. The background is bright white, and next to Ingot it says: “Perhaps then your god and I will be square.” End ID.]

getting square

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You were right, back when—I have built a you within me, or you have. I wonder what of me there is in you.

—This is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

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the only downside to running an immersive years-long homebrew dnd game with an emphasis on stakes and narrative journeys is that my npc had a fight with his boyfriend and now i, the human person, am upset about it in real life lmaooo

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i have no justification for my z'ringot tag lacking the appropriate apostrophe while my ros'ae tag is grammatically correct. any explanation i can give is mere speculation. but anyway it's been 4 years of "zringot" so i can't do anything about it lmao

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There's moments in your life when something suddenly clicks into place in the clockwork of fate. Sometimes it's a moment that seizes you, that thunders within you, unheard by anyone else, and makes you think, Ah! Yes, this, this, here it is! And sometimes it's a moment...when the noise fate makes as its mechanisms engage is no louder than that of a single grain of sand dropped onto a sheet of copper, and in the moment you pause and think, Hm? and then forget about it. And it's only days or weeks or months or years or decades afterwards that you look back and say, Oh, now I see. That was the moment it all changed, the moment the river of my life diverted its course: it was when I first heard your name spoken aloud.

A Conspiracy of Truths by Alexandra Rowland