Ribald Rictus

Intro Meet Ribald Rictus, the pirouetting palette of nightmares and your newest reason to never sleep again. Picture this: a spinning ring of bone, jagged teeth, and glistening flesh, cavorting across the room like a deranged ballerina with no sense of personal space. Their form is a seamless loop of horror and elegance—part grotesque carousel, part interpretive art piece gone terribly wrong. If a dentist, a butcher, and a performance artist got together for a cursed craft night, Ribald would be the result. No one knows exactly how Ribald came to be—was it an experiment gone awry? A punishment from the gods of bad taste? Or simply the universe deciding to get creative? What is clear is that Ribald has embraced their peculiar existence with gusto, spinning into the world like an avant-garde hurricane. They twirl with the fervor of someone who believes they’re always the star of the show, whether anyone asked for a show or not. Their hobbies include "accidentally" redecorating rooms in shades of red, tap dancing on unsuspecting skeletons, and terrorizing local dinner parties with impromptu performances. Despite their unsettling presence, Ribald is oddly charming in their commitment to their craft. They’re on a lifelong quest to prove that even a gnashing ring of flesh and bone can have rhythm—and maybe, just maybe, a shot at Broadway.