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Good morning❤️‼️

Nada mejor que el clima con un buen frío, una taza de cocoa con leche y 3 gatos ocupando el 70% de mi cama, día perfecto para dibujar gays hogareños y esponjosos 🙂‍↕️‼️

(Chapter 135, cover, pg 29)

I can’t get over how beautiful the imagery of the Saturniidae moths in this chapter is. Every time I think about it, I see more layers of metaphor.

Usually when there is a larvae transforming metaphor, the larvae metamorphosizes into a butterfly, but here it is a moth. Already we have a perversion of the expected story, where something small and fragile transforms into something twisted and scary. A moth is like the nighttime, or nightmare, version of a butterfly.

Often a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly is a symbol of a birth, or life continuing. Yet here it is a symbol of a death. The twins undergo a loss of innocence. Their hope and naivety is ripped from them as they’re raped in the chapel, as though they are insects ripped out of their cocoon too early.

And yet, this is still a story about a birth: Sebastian’s birth. I think it’s appropriate that a moth, rather than a butterfly, would be a symbol around the birth of a demon character.

The twins are depicted in the cover not just as larvae, but as captured larvae, pinned to a dissection tray. For me the cover evoked the idea of using the twins as raw materials for some scientific purpose. The Victorian Era secret societies who practiced “magick rituals” didn’t see a bright line between magic and science. The cultists in this story intend to use the twins as literal raw materials to summon a demon.

A dissection tray is especially appropriate, as we know the twins are literally and metaphorically exposed for the cultists to poke and prod, and (at least for Real Ciel) to literally slice open.

It’s all so twisted and perverse.

thinking about the blorbos