Rigel

@rigelr.bsky.social

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He/ him. Mostly reading or painting things for nerdgames.

A screenshot of the above post about making weird horny art immediately adjacent to an advert for an extremely kitsch, extremely detailed knickknack of the Beast gleefully licking Belle's ass in front of a heart-shaped rose wreath. Mrs. Potts, Lumiere, and Cogsworth are watching in rapt approval.
A stone carving in deep relief of Khepri, the Egyptian solar scarab, wings outspread, rolling the Sun like a dung ball
Tabletop miniatures. Six green-skinned Amazons strike dynamic poses in front of a fungal jungle and a chaotic sky of swirling clouds. The green ladies are dressed in high-boots, gloves, and helmets of a shiny dark purple and also pale pink singlets. Some sport ray guns of a copper color, befitting the Cytherian planet. The central figure, pointing dramatically offscreen, sports a metallic red cape.
A nondescriptly brown and grey shorthair tabby cat sitting in a small cardboard box looking at the camera with big, alert eyes. He has very boldly striped forearms.
An action figure of the Vision (monochrome version) modified with wings from another action figure (from Spawn?). The wings have been painted in gradients of bronze and gold and are studded with eyes. A halo made of gears and pins, also covered in eyes, emanates from his head. The effect is a tabletop-scale archangel.
Tabletop miniatures. An uplifted ape in orange Space Pants lifts a brightly colored Crunchy Time snack machine over its head in rage. In the background are a soda machine and cigarette vending machine, as well as several Cold War-looking consoles and instrument panels. No more, the ape seems to say. This ends here.
What appears to be a woodcut of a bearded and mustached gentleman from the English Civil War era or thereabouts. He holds a long walking stick and is looking at a small black terrier. A scroll-style speech bubble emanates from his mouth, saying "O yes," an appropriate response to seeing a cute dog.
Tabletop miniatures. In the bottom of the picture, a diverse passel of nerds gather round a table with map and minis, while a speech bubble from the DM shows the cyberpunk scene from the scenario he describes. We see a sniper, a hacker, a scrapper, a punk bard and a driver in a vivid urban setting facing off against a bunch of lowlife juicer types.
A spread of Tarot cards (Smith-Ryder-Waite) on a wooden floor. The cards are fashioned into the words "DUMP HIM."
A moderate - sized specimen of Hydrosaurus pustulatis, the Philippine sailfin dragon, an iguana-like beast with a slaty blue-black head, tail, and limbs, teal and bronze bands on its torso, and a great yellow-and-black sailfin on the first third of its tail. It has a spiky nose and a spiny dorsal crest.
The Soviet-style "Comrade Steel" poster by Zachary Mallett but rewritten to say "THREE laws for US...None for THEM? Does NOT Compute! Join your local 110010001 THIS processing cycle!" with additional text below rewriting the First Law about collective action and inaction.
A mummified corpse amid a tangle of piping and machinery, held upright solely by medical tubing on a vast throne in a colossal vaulted chamber. There is no evidence it is alive, but if any life or consciousness persists, it is one in torment. This is the Master of Mankind.
Tabletop miniatures. A library with piles of books stacked in heaps. A dark-skinned halfling in a red suit and teal cravat sits comfortably in a large green armchair sipping tea and reading by the light of a hurricane lamp.
A Space Pulp scene with tabletop miniatures. A cycloptic scaled ape-like brute prepares to hurl a boulder at a pair of well-built Space Heroes with ray guns. They have hot pink complexions, blue-green hair, and sword-and-planet clothing in sea green and yellow.
Tabletop miniature. A forest scene, the left half covered in snow. A tall spindly humanoid-ish creature with an antlered deer's skull for a head stands digitigrade on a lake that freezes at its touch. The creature looks famished. Its clawed hands are coated with blood and blood trickles from its jaws and blue-glowing eyes, staining the white fur on its upper body. This is a spirit of hunger and cold.
WWII opsec propaganda poster of a gorgeous dame in a champagne evening gown curled up on an upholstered chair looking knowingly at the audience while behind her three crisply-attired military chaps smoke and talk over drinks. Text at the bottom reads "Keep mum --shes not so dumb!" and "CARELESS TALK COSTS LIVES."
A Space Corps officer from a James White novel declaiming that he is doing his damnedest to ignore sentimentality because *he does not want to hate the enemy,* because that way makes peace next to impossible.
Another scene from a goblin market. A fuschia-skinned lady in a tattered blue dress is surrounded by birdcages containing multicolored glowing fairies and other weird creatures. Several fairies fly around her, tethered to various cages. I want to stress the lady is not, repeat, NOT headless--her head is in one of the cages which she carries in one hand like a serving tray. A forbidding cityscape looms behind her.
A small goblin lady with blue-green hair, a yellow-and-purple outfit, and a red headscarf stands on a box in front of a sketchy market stall in an alleyway. On either side are two large barrels heaped high with (probably) human skulls. A red signboard reads "We Buy and Sell SKULLZ, NO questions asked!" Behind her is a table piled with very nonhuman skulls.
A mermaid with bright orange hair, pale skin, and a greeny-blue-scaled tail in an underwater scene next to some coral-like structures. She is floating above some pinkish rocks encrusted with barnacles and sponges, but is shackled with heavy gold chains around her neck anchored to those rocks. Her arms are manacled. This is a painted tabletop miniature.
The cover of the first volume of HARROW COUNTY. A half-open drawer reveals a pair of glowing yellow eyes in a flattened face. A ray of light illuminates an empty skin hand, like a bloodstained glove but with ragged fingernails, using its flaccid, boneless fingers to pull itself forward. It is implied the Skin Husk opened the drawer itself, slowly and with great pains.
A towering robed figure, bearded and pshented, stands silhouetted by a great red sun atop a sci-fi dais of bronze and pink marble. In front of him is a crowd of figures in much less fancy robes. The style evokes ancient Mesopotamian dress with a retrofuturistic sci-fi twist. All of the people have deep blue skin and hair. Tabletop miniatures, mostly from Hydra's Retro Rocket line.
By @thewizzard.pizza, a YMCA verse about Pagliacci the Clown.
A passage from the "Big Bad Bigfoots" entry in the Archons March On blog, describing how yetis are part of a system of messages to Not Fuck With Nuclear (Holy) Sites. Abstract messages about danger are one thing; horrible angry apes that will actively fuck you up are a much more understandable concept.
A shabby-looking row of redbrick apartments and a pulp-era newsstand, the street inhabited by a number of goblin and orc businessmen, rabble-rousers, swindlers, enforcers, and passersby
A sack of snacks that purport to be "MOTHMAN (style mysterious spice blend) FLAVORED POTATO CHIPS." They are made in West Virginia and the bag features a small human silhouette facing a gigantic moth on a background of mist-shrouded woods.
An elderly man with a long grizzled beard on the streets of a metropolitan city. He wears a shapeless cloak of light-colored material and an elaborately horned helmet. In one hand he holds what appears to be the terminal foot and single-edged blade of what was once a spear. The whole effect is of a down and out Norse god or at minimum a Tarot-level arcanum. This is the street musician Moondog.
A wordless multi panel cartoon of a bald man on a dais seething with increasing resentment at a man on an even higher pedestal. Then an unassuming man pulls up and sits on the ground next to the dais. The resentful man thinks about this development briefly, and adopts a smug sneer and the same confident posture as the man on the high pedestal.
A painting by John Atkinson Grimshaw, of a cobblestoned lane through woods on a cloudy night. The full moon gives the sky a green glow. In the middle distance a stooped figure stands in the road, facing away from the viewer. It is a very lonesome place and we get the impression the figure does not want to be there.
A weird Alien Beast made from cheap vinyl toys. Mostly a rhinoceros with a Dimetrodon sail fin and the snout and tail of a hammerhead shark. It is painted in a gradient of dark red at bottom to tangerine at top, interspersed with blotchy stripes of white-outlined blues.
Tabletop miniatures. A neglected graveyard, at night. A black-shrouded phantom points at a particular headstone. Ebenezer Scrooge looks on in dread and apprehension. Behind him looms a winged statue of the chiefest and greatest of terrors, Death.
Tabletop miniatures. A huge bearded man clad in fur-trimmed green robes and holding an immense cornucopia stands stop a table laden with all manner of food and delicacies. A great brazier flames in the background. To his right, a lantern-holding Scrooge boggles at the transformation of his Spartan quarters.
Tabletop miniatures. A luminous Spirit of Christmas Past, in white robe and shining girdle, shows a lantern-bearing Scrooge (dressed in green nightgown with burgundy trim) a vision of his former love breaking off their relationship in a snowscape next to an iron fence.
Tabletop miniatures. A small barefoot man in a jaunty suit is reading by lamplight whilst ensconced in a comfy green wingback chair. He is surrounded by piles of books in what appears to be the reading room of a library.
A Klingon encouraging a grieving child to live bravely and honorably so that he will be reunited with his dog in the afterlife. Asked if dogs go to the Klingon Good Place, he responds "There will be more of them than there are of us!"
Tabletop miniatures. An elderly man in green nightgown and red nightcap holds up a lamp and cowers before an enormous and accusatory ghost, laden with chains, cash registers, and strongboxes.
A glacial landscape with a broken ice bridge in the foreground. On one side, a severely dressed lady in black and white stands next to a bleeding bearded Father-Christmas type in red cloak and white tunic. Hams and sausages spring up in his footsteps; there is a huge pig and a giant red sack of gifts behind him. On the other side, a trio of grey nonentities in chain-bound robes turn away from the edge, only to be confronted by the grim figure of DEATH himself, eyes and scythe glowing blue, his robe changing from red to black. Made with tabletop miniatures, a scene from Pratchett's HOGFATHER.
A glacial landscape with a broken ice bridge in the foreground. On one side, a severely dressed lady in black and white stands next to a bleeding bearded Father-Christmas type in red cloak and white tunic. Hams and sausages spring up in his footsteps; there is a huge pig and a giant red sack of gifts behind him. On the other side, a trio of grey nonentities in chain-bound robes turn away from the edge, only to be confronted by the grim figure of DEATH himself, eyes and scythe glowing blue, his robe changing from red to black. Made with tabletop miniatures, a scene from Pratchett's HOGFATHER.
The scientist from 'The Day The Earth Blew Up,' a brick-jawed, crisply dressed Serious Man in half-frame glasses and a lab coat.
A brace of cactus folk in front of a barren Western desert. The taller fellow twirls a lariat; the shorter, more zaftig cactus-lady had an Opuntia hairstyle and holds a spear.
A Western boardwalk. In the foreground, a short, rusty, monocular construct in a bowler hat standing next to a glorious golden mechanical lady with brass halos and angelic wings made from watch parts and clock hands.
The P'izen Bison, an armored, sulfur-belching construct with corrosive breath, the monstrous embodiment of the buffalo-hunters and railroad men's Indigenous genocide
Reaper Miniatures. A Pilgrim gnome with a blunderbuss mounted on a turkey, facing off against a turducken (a turkey with additional chicken and duck heads, presumably with corresponding flavors)
Tabletop miniatures. An early modern era Corn Witch standing, arms outspread, in front of a rickety fence with a flourishing cornfield behind her. Beside her is a hunched hag with a serrated knife and warped staff.
A Norman Rockwell painting of a smoke-filled, paper-strewn jury room, with a group of men gathered around a young woman, haranguing her. She looks defensive but undeterred.
Koko, a brute beast of the field, recognizing the holiness radiating from living saint Fred Rogers, who fought both the Klan and the Nixon administration and prevailed against both
Tabletop miniatures. A farm by night, orchards and corn fields visible. A mob of peasants with pitchforks and torches, clad in Early Modern garb, on the left. On the right, a stern figure in a broad hat and long, many-buttoned deep-cuffed coat points dramatically, his retinue of similarly dressed monster hunters behind him.
Tabletop miniatures. A moonlit desert, with crumbling walls and chambers covered in hieroglyphs. In the foreground, a lurching figure in a mummy's cerements, some bandages stained as with old blood, some in purple or in yellow. The revenant holds aloft a large spoon. This is the Yummy Mummy.
Tabletop minatures. A lycanthrope, a shaggy fusion of man and beast, slavers in the autumn woods in front of a rising full moon. Its teeth are white, its talons red, its fur, a rusty brown. It wears a tattered pair of striped overalls in garish colors. In one hand it clutches a ladle. This is the Fruit Brute.
Tabletop miniatures. A mad scientist's laboratory, in which stands a colossus of stitches and pipework. Its flesh is shades of pink and purple. Lengths of chain act as suspenders for tattered red trousers. The creature's braincase has been supplemented by a metal dome and pressure gauges and valves jut from its skull. Its eyes are hidden behind gear-like goggles. This is the creation of Dr. Frankenberry!
Tabletop miniatures. A grotesque spectre in pale blues and lavenders, laden down with chains. It wears a buckled Puritan hat and cravat in rich deep purple. It is haunting a brambly patch of thorns and flowering shrubs. An homage to Boo Berry, the cereal mascot.
Tabletop miniatures of a Nosferatu looking just exactly like Count Chocula, wandering through some autumn woods.
Credits from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, reading in part: The directors of the firm hired to continue the credits after the other people had been sacked, wish it to be known that they have just been sacked.
B. P. Richfield, cantankerous middle manager from Jim Henson's "Dinosaurs." A dyspeptic styracosaur in a striped shirt, tie, and suspenders seated behind a comically undersized metal office desk.
A picture of John F. Kennedy delivering his moonshot speech, but recaptioned as (and you must imagine this in that characteristic accent) "I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THIS SHIT NOT BECAUSE IT IS TRUE BUT BECAUSE IT IS FUNNY"