From the workbench of the esteemed Horati0nosebl0wer

With this week’s XLBS in the bag and chewed over for a bit I think I’ll think some more and mull over the matter a little longer. I think this stream of consciousness format works well on project. It is using this blogging technology as intended. I’m on topic of what’s going on in my head as a larger meal than the mini morsels you may be teased on with Vtubers or X account blurbs.

So, here’s my latest idea as inspired by my last batch of minis. I’ll put together more Verrotwood cults. With a count of a whopping 4 models I think I can manage those kinds of numbers without anxiety around if I would be getting them done. The first brain baby to birth is a cult consisting of a a little girl and her murderous animated dolls.

I started off with the movie of Plank Face from 2016.

I remembered the bunny masked girl in the film and thought I saw something in the Verrotwood book with the same and perhaps an alternate cultist head sprue done in plastic that also had pig head masks. I looked but only found stls for Frank the Rabbit from Donny Darko as stls. I did find other creepy images to run with.

From there I went down a hole of gothic lolita street fashion from Japan. Got reupped on my info about subgenres to that fashion trend (elegant goth loli, sweet loli, wa loli and erololi among others). Off to Pintrest for more pages on Victorian lawn dresses I then was struck with remembering the game Rule of Rose.

I hit the brakes on fashion and turned to the horror of little girls. The Children was creepy and the uncanny valley of children in general from other movies is pretty bad. Most recently M3G4N hits that nail on the head. Thus to Myminifactory did I go and found the following which are perfect and being printed by a friend of mine after I wrote a short blurb on my head canon.

Momma never let her have any dolls, then little Lydia found Lord Stuffington. He’d talk to her sometimes when they played. His voice was a bit fuzzy, a little like a low dog growl, the creak of wood in her house with breaking glass and the jimgle bells on a hat. It made her a little dizzy and other sounds like they’re behind a cotton fog. She didn’t feel very good when he did too long.

During one of their games said he was alone and needed friends. He wanted an army but he needed her help to lead it. He made her his captain and said she could have more friends just like him. Now she gets all the dolls she can ever want to play with and no one can ever tell her no again. She and her army of dolls get all the nicest things after the screaming stops.