#rushlight

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Scotty just casually beaming some sabretooth tigers onto the Enterprise.

[the-good-neighbors]

Finally been able to work on pages again

I can't say for sure when I'll start uploading again because I still need to build my buffer back up

anyways we're introducing a new character in these next couple pages <<_<<

[mineralism]

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Official Party Line by Swimful (2022, UK Drill / Amapiano)

amazing UK Drill bass mixed with Amapiano percussion stuff

[jamesongillihan]

"Butterscotch," from Rushlight 2024 issue.

[jamesongillihan]

The Vivisection

When I met the doctor, thinking nothing wrong, He promptly diagnosed me. There was something wrong. Let me feel your heartbeat, he said, let me hear its hum— Recognize the reticent resounding of its drum— Shouldn’t it seem stronger? Shouldn’t we hear more? Are you unfamiliar with the rhythm of your core? I have the solution. Put your trust in me; Correct your constitution and you’ll be who you should be. Well, harm me handsome, doctor. Make me work like new. Help my heart to do the things the heart is here to do. I signed the consent form. He wasted not a beat and set a surgeon’s date night with the heart he hoped to meet. Feeling all aflutter, I anesthetized myself and woke up bruised and bloody on the path to perfect health. I received instructions from the doctor for my care. I made no deductions of the doctor or his care. He wrote I may manifest some pulse- or piercing pain, that healing’s halfway mental, that something in the brain would have to intertwine the old nerves in between the new— through this agonizing process, my heart would be debuted. Time passes so slowly. I couldn’t wait. I had been so wholly impatient. I couldn’t take it. I needed pain. I needed to know this all wasn’t in vain. Invested in this injury as proof that I had changed, I dressed in scrubs and surgeon’s gloves to operate again. Sharpening my scalpel, I carved into my chest, I opened, operating, I was bleeding, I was bled— The wound unfolded freely, the blade I barely felt;­­ The place he’d cut to cure me was the place I cut myself. Perhaps this was my treatment. Perhaps I’m built for pain. Perhaps what hurt me once gave me the means to hurt again. Now I was left wanting. I spindled strands of vein to part the chains imprisoning the precious flesh he’d saved; Squeezing fists of viscera, I squinted to compare this body with the one I’d been before the doctor’s care. Would I know the difference? What was there to find behind the ribs I pried apart to witness his design? I grasped it in my fingers. I pulled it from my chest and freed the famished muscle from my penitential breast. Rich and ripe for harvest, ravenous and raw, the organ oozing in my grip hitched wide its dripping maw. I recognized it readily. This heart— It was wrong. This heart I knew at once though I had never known my own— This heart—­­­­ It hungered. This heart beheld a feast. In my palm pulsed the surgeon’s heart— Finally released.

from Rushlight 2024 issue.

[briarcrawford]

The Rushlight

One type of light source that does not get enough attention in #fantasy media is the rushlight.

With the high expense of beeswax and lard candles, rushlights were a more affordable solution for a long historical timeline.

"This rushlight cost almost nothing to produce, and was believed to give a better light than some poorly dipped candles." Life of a Colonial Boston Tallow Chandler by William Cobbett (1657)

(All these images are public domain, and can be found on wiki-commons)

[arctic-hands]

I demand more rushlights in my medieval European analogue fantasies

[arctic-hands]

Why do period pieces never use/talk about rushlights