Rigel

@rigelr.bsky.social

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

Guys (me) only want one thing* and it's disgusting** *a pocket tool set that makes dr. Who sonic screwdriver noises or phone to make tricorder/communicator sounds when in use **absolutely disgusting that I can't have this

Potions, philtres, tinctures, unguents, poisons, and more! All can be found at the apothecary stand of Doctor Hesselius. Use responsibly, he says, knowing people won't. (Tall elf is Printed Obsession; the lady alchemist is from Reaper.)

Tabletop miniatures. In a dimly-lit city scene at night, a very tall elf with swept-back blue-white hair and long drooping mustaches triumphantly holds aloft a bright-glowing orange vial. It illuminates his goggles, thick rubber gloves, and lab coat, as do a few similar vials holstered at his belt. All manner of bottles and boxes surround him.Another angle of the violet-skinned elven alchemist, showing the lighting better.Our elf chemist meeting a colleague, a dark-skinned human in a magenta cloak and blue-green tunic. The colors are distorted by glows from the green flask in her hand and the multicolored jars hanging bu her side.

Do you think fantasy games need more guns and explosives? "Left-hand" Larry sure does, and is happy to help--for a price. Don't ask about the brass arm; your guess is probably correct. (Rocket Goblin is from Epic Miniatures. The purple guy is from DM Stash. The big fella is from Printed Obsession.)

A gloomy street scene. An enthusiastic purple hobgoblin vendor in a long coat and short top hat stands on a crate of TNT and gestures at his wares with a prosthetic hand. They include cannons, gun turrets, barrels of gunpowder, and suchlike. Off to the right, a small orange goblin with green hair sights down an ill-advised contraption that shoots rockets. More rockets are strapped to his back. In the center, a looming half-orc dressed in a newsboy cap, vest, and shirtsleeves casually smokes a cigar while holding a flamethrower. A closer view of our tommy-gun-wielding hobgoblin weapons merchant and his wares, also the jauntily-dressed half-orc.

The Goblin Market has you covered no matter what shape or size of construct you need! Just...don't try to swindle the proprietor. (Puppet Master from Printed Obsession; most of the others are Reaper Miniatures except the scissor doll, which is a Woloszyn, and the spiders are from Bite the Bullet)

Tabletop minis. In the foreground, a sign reading "Puppets * Moppets * Golems." Behind it, a spindly blue humanoid in a tall tophat holds out an arm dangling with marionettes. Around him are a variety of dolls and puppets, some porcelain, some cloth. One is a hulking ogre of patchwork burlap and leather. One is a skeleton dressed as a jester in motley, itself puppeting a small marionette. Two are mechanical spiders with huge porcelain doll heads covering their bodies. Behind, a rain-slick alley at night.The same crew, furtively hustling along the ill-lit streets. The Dr. Facilier-esque puppeteer leads the way. The burlap hulk carries the signage. You can see the buttons on its back from this angle.

if you want to future-proof your small business in 2026? stop investing in the "Markets" and start investing in "Evil Lackeys", hobgoblins or knockers or the like. Little men to harry and kill your enemies. Rob your customers. Spill blood in your name. Invisible people stabbing them with knives

It's like a Raimi movie If you were he then you'd be Saying shit is "Groovy" Making zombie smoothies With an S-Mart chainsaw arm Trying to get the vibe all the rad guys want

Ten years ago I thought cognitohazards and blasphemous texts and images that drive the obsessive reader to madness were the province of pulp sci-fi. I mean, they still are, but it looks very much like they exist in reality too.

Guy in a Corinthian helmet pointing behind him, mouth agape, at a giant wooden horse as the thumbnail for a video entitled "FREE HORSE UNBOXING"

every cell in your body is replacing itself constantly, which means you are technically a rumor about a person who used to exist. and that rumor has to go to work tomorrow.

“honorplace?” says the irradiated mushroom, “honor_place this honor now give honor give us,” Mycelial geist, newly sentient under the haze of green dust; I tap a refusal into the communication pins. “good place honorplace NOW honor come comecome professor underground

Finished @silviamg.bsky.social 's "Gods of Jade and Shadow," a delight! I was already a fan from "Mexican Gothic" and "Silver Nitrate." Her explanation for why the Yucatan is such a place of power for the Mayan underworld alone is worth the price of admission, a genius connection.

Printers are finicky because they are portals between a digital world and a physical world which defies all of God's will and should never have been built should never have been built so yet require constant and consistent sacrifice to satisfy the weak bonds that tether the two planes.

"So much are they enchanted by the words liberty, freedom and such like, that the wise can go to the poor, rob them [...] dismiss them with a hearty kick, and win their hearts and their votes for ever, if only they will assure them that the treatment [...] is called liberty" Machen, the Terror, 1917

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