The Void Beckons, it has cookies

Part of being a good dom is knowing your sub and health issues are at the top of that list. This applies more broadly also to if your sub has chronic pain, flexibility issues, etc. Make sure you have a good grasp of their physical limits, know how far you can safely and comfortably skirt those limits, and don't be afraid to assert your own comfort as a dom if they push those limits in a way you aren't prepared for, comfortable with, or educated enough to account for. This is a RACK blog but you can't forget that Risk Aware means knowing Risk Mitigation.

My Christian mother called this evil so do with that what you will 💀💀💀

Working on JayVikMel art rn too (mostly jayvik, mel angst)

Chapter 25

Have nice holidays and a Happy new Year!!!

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SMALL FIRES IS NOW LIVE ON ITCH.IO!

Surprise!

This demo features all four playable background origins and the first half of the Prologue, amounting to ~37k words in total. It serves as a taste for what you can expect out of the full game, which will be episodic in nature. The full Prologue will be released sometime in early 2026, and like the demo, the entire game will be free to play in browser.

Before you start, here's some helpful tips and reminders:

The game is rated 17+ for a reason, and the demo features a few scenes of descriptive violence, gore, and character death. A running list of content warnings is accessible from the landing page.

While it should be playable on most devices, know that the game is not optimized for mobile. Google Chrome straight up doesn't work (unfixable, sorry), others like Firefox can get buggy, and the formatting gets weird when not in landscape mode. If you run into trouble on mobile, try switching browsers.

If you run into any bugs or spelling/formatting mistakes, please send me an ask with screenshots. I'll keep a running list of minor fixes to include in the first patch. Anything game breaking will get dealt with asap.

gonna keep it real with you all i mainly got into cotl so i could have better context to read the TROD fic .......

Other things? Job, Food, Car, Home, Health, Money. Plus a request form.

I want to hold you close, feel the tremble of your muscles as I run my hands over your skin, soothing, worshiping, reminding. I want to press my lips to each red streak I left behind, whispering reverence against your flesh, telling you without words how much I cherish every moment you give me.

And when we are done, I will make sure you drink, make sure you eat. Yes, you might fuss, might try to pull away. That happens sometimes. I know that. Sometimes our scenes go too deep, take too much, and the quiet afterward lets shadows creep in. But I won’t let them take you. I will be there, ready. I will battle them one by one, drive them out, keep them from pulling you under.

I will gather you into my arms, tuck you close, press my lips to your temple, then your eyelids, then finally your mouth. That’s how I will hold you, how I will be your shield, your safe place, your certainty. I will make sure you know you can give me anything, any feeling, any word, or nothing at all. If you just need me to be here, I will be here.

I will be whatever you need. Because I worship you. Because I adore you. Because I am just as devoted to you as you are to me.

And with each kiss, each touch, I thank you. Thank you for putting your trust in my hands. Thank you for letting me take you apart, and for trusting me to put you back together. I will never let us leave a scene without solidifying what we are. Without reaffirming this bond.

Because it is sacred.

World-class performer and storyteller she may be, but paragon she is not.

Aabria Iyengar is a trailblazer.

Aabria’s stated mission is to “be everywhere” so Black people can see ourselves represented in TTRPG and actual play spaces. Every time she kicks a door down, she does so knowing she has also made a way for other Black people as well. Where she goes, she expects others to follow.

To rave that she has no equal is to suggest that no other Black person is or ever will be good enough to follow in her footsteps.

To laud her as unparalleled is to block every Aabria-shaped hole in every door she’s ever busted through by hanging a "Must Be This Talented to Enter" sign above each and every single one of them.

To place her upon the pedestal of Black exceptionalism is to assert that the only reason she has been capable of breaking down door after door after door is because she is somehow different or better than the rest of us.

This counterfactual anti-Black sentiment is so insidious that it is even believed by aspiring Black performers who then repeat it while speaking deprecatingly of themselves and their own capacity to grow as artists, effectively countermanding the clarion call Aabria Iyengar’s intentional representation could have been were it not for the self-fulfilling prophecy that they will never be good enough clouding their minds.

Fuck. 👏🏾

That. 👏🏾

Noise. 👏🏾

You might ask me, will writing a long Tumblr post actually stop any of this from continuing to happen?

Of course not.

And he has been looking. While Hal asks his questions and Murray stares in half-wonder and half-glee. He is the one looking. He touched Bolaire's "face" before: "Does this feel like flesh?" searching for something living and person-like. And earlier: "Are you alive?" asking for sentience, intelligence, compassion. But Bolaire can't give him either. "How would I know?" and "It depends on your definition of alive." But still, even then, Azune casts Mending.

(And if you think about it, I feel like this is the same as Cure Wounds. This is the same as laying on hands and attempting to heal someone. Bolaire can't be stitched back together the way a flesh and blood body can, but his shape, his form, it can remember that it once was whole and return to that wholeness.)

Azune, hearing that Bolaire cannot confirm their personhood, does not draw back, does not reject or judge, he heals Bolaire, or the closest possible thing he can do for a person that is also an object. And it feels like such a monumental acknowledgement of Bolaire as more than a thing, with such a simple gesture. Azune could have easily sided with Thjazi's perspective on Bolaire, any of them could have, but instead he offers them a kindness, an intimacy, a reassurance. He says: you are person enough for me to put back together again if you were harmed, and this is how I would do it.

And most heart wrenching of all is the response to this gesture, "Oh, interesting," Talesin says, "I don't know [how it would affect me]. I hadn't even thought about that." How else would they heal you, Bolaire? If not with this? But of course you wouldn't consider that, because who would heal a thing?