Thinking about the fact that Armand has suffered so much love and loss in his very long life and yet when he attempts suicide, the vision that he sees is of his parents, and of the egg his dying mother had once gifted to him when he was seventeen years old.
The same egg that he slept with in his coffin every day as a newborn vampire in Venice until he was kidnapped by the cult and tortured into becoming one of them.
And there in the very center of her offering, this offering which she held up with shivering wrinkled arms, there lay the very egg which she had once so long ago entrusted to me, the light, raw egg so gorgeously decorated in brilliant ruby red with the star of gold in the very center of the framed oval, this precious egg which had surely been her finest creation, the finest achievement of her hours with the burning wax and boiling dye.
It wasn't lost. It had never been lost. It was there. But something was happening. I could hear it. Even under the great swelling song of the multitudes I could hear it, the tiny sound inside the egg, the tiny fluttering sound, the tiny cry.
"Mother," I said. I took it. I held it in both hands and brought my thumbs down against the brittle shell.
"No, my son!" she cried. She wailed. "No, no, my son, no!"
But it was too late. The lacquered shell was smashed beneath my thumbs and out of its fragments had risen a bird, a beautiful and full-grown bird, a bird of snow-white wings and tiny yellow beak and brilliant black eyes like bits of jet.
A long fall sigh came out of me.
Out of the egg, it rose, unfolding its perfectly feathered white wings, its tiny beak open in a sudden shrill cry. Up it flew, this bird, freed of the broken red shell, up and up, over the heads of the congregation, and up through the soft swirling rain of the green leaves and fluttering sparrows, up through the glorious clamour of the pealing bells, it flew. ~ Armand, TVA
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I'm "new"
I used to use tumblr almost daily back in 2012-2018. Then things happened and I stopped. There is too meny bad memories and failed friendships assoicated with my old blog so I starting a new one.
anyway, if you could like this post if we share intrests, that would be prefered.
animes:
serial experiments lain
madoka magica
wonder egg priority
higurashi (especially gou)
happy sugar life
school live!
pscho pass
bocchi the rock
gushing over magical girls
lucky star
Games:
doki doki literure club
old rpgmaker horror games (ib/witches house/misao, ect)
needy streamer overload
the coffin of andy and leyley
corpse party
corpse factory
Class of 09
saya no uta
omori
degrees of lewdity
other media:
mlp
helluva boss/hazbin hotel
owl house
she ra
heathers
riamu yumemi
steven universe
Dead end paranormal park
Lacey games
vocaloid
vibes/astetics
yandere
limanal spaces
webcore/glitchcore/old web nistlogia
cottagecore
hikikomori/trashcore
edgy
guro
despression core
pixel art
pastel gore
socal/ political
aro/arosepc vibes (im arospec)
general political discorse
lgbt specific political discorse
autsim (im on the spectum)
memes
true crime
guns
free speech discorse
bpd/hpd/npd stuff
feminism discorse
please avoid following or interacting if:
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the thing about rgu episodes 35&6 is its just like...... everything is veering towards a car crash but more than usual. and everyone is more aware of how car-crashy things are going to get than usual, but its like. no one is like ‘hey what if we didn’t get into a car crash though’, or if they are, they’re expressing that sentiment in the worst way possible (shoutout anthy and touga). you have so many tiny and horrendously fucked up moments in those episodes like juri saying utena ‘looks like a girl now’ and making miki consider whether or not that’s a ‘good’ thing, or utena falling asleep at the table with her earrings as anthy just Watches, or the scene where touga holds a carrot in various initially amusing and then promptly emotionally devastating ways as both he and the audience make a series of crushing realisations neither of us are totally comfortable accepting
its like. throughout all of this acknowledgement of ‘hm. this is bad’ everyone is filled with inaction. we are all trapped in our coffins!!! people are prosing but that’s about it. all of the student council know who end of the world is, and they don’t tell utena. im not blaming them for this because its masterful, compelling writing that serves to elevate the show and its themes, but i am pointing it out because what’s endlessly relevant in utena analysis is recognising when characters make choices that ohtori frames as a natural progression or event that is immutable. anthy and touga voice wow i cant believe at least one person has to die at the end of this duelling game, which we like have to do btw. yeah. what do you mean this is all constructed and therefore can be dismantled. oh my god im going to kill you what the fuck. i dont want to kill you. i dont know how else to get you out of this situation. guess ill try and remove you from the system, thereby proving it is a structure that can be left behind and undermining my fragile worldview ive believed to have kept me ‘safe’ all this time. why are you guys talking about coffins so much omgggggggg shut up shut up shut up
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im a q!bbh pov-er but for some godforsaken reason im the only person in chat that missed what "THE ROOM" is. i am on my knees begging, a sniper has it's sights on me, i need to know what he means by 'the room' does he mean like the hall of grim??? was he working on it off-stream and now he's like 'nuh uh, im not going in there, there's a secret secret'??? chatters backseat me NOW
EDIT: WAIT NONE OF US KNOW?!?!?!? BBH CHAT GAVE ME THE IMPRESSION THAT LIKE......?? EVEN YESTERDAY, IT FELT LIKE CHAT KNEW........?? HUH???? when did this rapscallion little gremlin muffin DEROGATORY first mention '''the room''' WHY ARE WE NOT "HUH"-ING ABOUT IT???? HUH????
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headcanon time
Remember The Egg? The easter egg Armand got from his mother in Kiev?
The painted egg he keeps thinking about even when he is already master of his coven in Paris and that has such strong metaphoric connotations in his book? We are told he kept it in his coffin in Venice
And we are told it was still there before he was taken away from Venice and he wonders what was of it in his frantic dreams.
Anyway, let's move now to Blood and Gold. After Bianca's turning, the very same night after the burning, she is sleeping in Amadeo's coffin
Okay, we are not told exactly that it is his coffin but Marius is using his and I doubt he had more around
And then a few nights later they leave Venice to go to TWMBK shrine in the Alps, and she is carrying a bundle of things with her.
And she carries this bundle into the shrine
So what I'm saying here is it's only logical to conclude Bianca must have found the egg in Armand's coffin and it would've been easy for her to understand this was a precious possession for him (given he kept it in his very coffin) and thus there is no reason to believe she wouldn't have kept it with her and taken it to the shrine and then to Dresden and so forth.
And I'm not sure if those eggs can survive 500 years in good condition, but if by any means they can, it is entirely possible that Bianca kept the egg and still has it today.
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