#bloodwater ballad

[fealtyfaggot]

Was trying desperately to find lyrics to a song stuck in my head before realising it was a TMA fan song. Kill me now

[cuttlefishkitch]

So I did the cover art for @gerrydelano‘s INCREDIBLE Bloodwater Ballad, and the one we settled on using was actually just the thumbnail sketch. The painted version I did is here on the right, and as you can see it lost a lot of the energy the first one had despite being almost directly drawn over the sketch. I think the main problems are the lack of texture, lack of gestural mark-making, and some of the minor compositional changes I made as I was painting. I’ve figured out how to preserve the texture by blowing up the scale of the brush, err closer to the og composition, and am gonna force myself to be looser w/ my marks, but idk if there’s other things I’m missing?? This kind of thing happens to me so much when I’m going from messier to cleaner in my drawings, so critique is much  appreciated.

[capripian-arts]

[ID: a stylized red and white comic of a human man and a half-orc baby. The first panel shows the man, in dark red and white, leaning back and gasping, upset. He is crying bright red, and the same color is on his shirt. He has a dark red line over his eyes, obscuring them. The background of this panel is bright red. The second panel shows the half-orc baby. She is lying down asleep, her hands held up to her mouth. One of her tusks pokes out from behind her hands. She is also drawn in dark red and white, and the background of her panel is bright red as well. Next to the first panel are the words “That even with blood in our teeth”, where “blood” is colored bright red. Next to the second panel are the words “My son stayed asleep”, where “son” is colored bright red and crossed out.]

Sometimes I think about @existentialcrisiscentral‘s Merori (the baby here) and feel Many A Feeling. The song lyrics used are from @gerrydelano‘s Bloodwater Ballad, which can be found here.

[avatarofthebeholding]

Aesthetic board for @gerrydelano ‘s song “Bloodwater Ballad” bc this lyric will NOT leave my head:

[orpheusilver]

"war, you see, is somewhere you go just to bleed"

[scraps-n-starters]

On one hand thinking abt a fansong for a completely seperate fandom and tearing up at the thought of brutalia feels a little off

on another hand 'weighted and anchored with love for my son who by birthright deserves more than scars' aches when I think abt Damian

[equalseleventhirds]

ron @gerrydelano what have you DONE to me i’m FEELINGS and also fanfiction. this is inspired by his new song which murdered me dead and brought me back to write this bcos how can i resist ocean imagery?

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Eric dreams.

He knows he is dreaming, because dark as it is (and it is dark, moonlight barely filtering through shuttered blinds), he can still see. The pale mass of the wall in front of him. The deeper darkness of an open door. The shifting of light in the waves that lap at his feet.

The ocean in his house might have been another clue.

He smiles, reaching out to touch the wood of the door frame. Past it he can just make out the shape of Gerry’s crib, can just hear his son’s soft breaths. Safe. Even in dreams, always safe.

“Why don’t you go in?” a voice behind him asks. “Or at least open the blinds. Let the light in. See him properly.”

He turns, of course he turns. A figure outlined in moonlight smiles at him, and he can see her far too clearly. “Emma.”

“Mm.”

“Why you? Why not, I don’t know, Gertrude? Wright? Mary would make the most sense, she’s my wife.”

“I don’t know. I’m not the one dreaming.” She shrugs, trailing a toe along the surface of the water. “Maybe you don’t want to see them. Maybe you don’t trust them, in the dark, in the sea, with your son.”

He can’t pretend to argue, but. “And I trust you, do I?”

“I’m your oldest, friendliest colleague; why wouldn’t you trust me?” Emma kicks at the water, splashing at his legs. “Well, maybe you just don’t remember what they look like.”

“I’m not sure I remember what you look like.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter so much with me.”

Eric shakes his head. “Maybe I just know you never stop asking questions.”

“Could be! I was always good at that. And is that what you need right now? Why don’t you look at him?”

His jaw clenches, but he knows he’s going to answer. That was how it went: Emma asked questions, and Emma found her answers. Always.

“I’m afraid,” he says, and the words taste like salt and copper. “I’m scared that even in dreams, I don’t know what he looks like.”

Emma is quiet for long moments, her silver-lined frame swaying gently with the tide. And then not so gently; the waves are growing, speeding up, choppy, loud. It looks like a storm. It sounds like someone sharpening a knife.

“I think,” she says finally, sea foam splashing at her waist, “and I might be wrong--do tell me if I’m wrong, Eric, tell me everything--but I think this might be your last chance.”

He wants to ask what she means, even if he doesn’t think she can tell him, even if he might already know, but a wave arcs over her and she reaches out, out, her hand leading the water until both hit his chest.

Eric Delano opens his eyes, and he sees nothing. But he hears Mary breathing, slow and steady and focused.

[the-ipre]

forgive me, forgive me, i did try to swim with my hands and feet bound to my heart weighted and anchored with love for my son who by birthright deserves more than scars

i’ve been listening to @gerrydelano‘s bloodwater ballad on repeat and it’s Incredible

[phocids]

I am thinking about Eric Delano :(

[sketches-for-nobody]

[bijouly]

listen... The House That Dripped Blood, as a title, as a signifier, absolutely slaps for the Delano-Keay household... but also the song slaps for the Delano-Keay household

[gerrydelano]

not to get meta about my own lyrics but that specific line being brought up makes me really excited because i don’t always get to explain the more significant word choices and i’m still proud of some of them! so i’m actually gonna explain that one verse quick, it’s one of my favorites.

distantly, familiar hope came to me, that even with blood in our teeth my son stayed asleep

essentially: the hope that his son sleeps through the sound of blood in their mouths - both of them - is familiar. something he’s hoped before.

so, like, you know when you’re a new parent and you want to keep all intimacy quiet so you don’t wake the baby except intimacy to you is literally laced with blood at all times, and so when your wife is actually stabbing you in the chest with garden shears, your first thought is the same exact one you have every time you've kissed her since there was suddenly a child in the room down the hall?

yeah. that.

(link for newcomers who have no idea i do music, since i also forget so often)

[dragon-zena]

Upset about Gerry and Eric again im reviving mary just to burn her to fucking dust

[catgirljudeperry]

If TMA Was A Musical Masterpost

So many TMA fansongs on soundcloud/tumblr that aren’t on youtube and vice versa. I thought to compile them here so I can listen to them all in one go more easily. 

if you know of any more send me the links and i’ll add them to the post

The Piper’s Call

Round and Round

Song Of The Hive

Dead Sailors Sing

Nobody Needs To Be Alone

Arrival Of The NotThem 

Statement Of Helen Richardson

Eating My Computer

Immolate

Statement Ends

(blank space for the mike crew song that the creator of firesorrow girl says he’s gonna write someday) 

The Voyeur’s Hymn

Nikola’s Song 

Through My Door

Blood Song (yeah ok this one was originally about daisy but she’s got more songs later on and there’s already 2 in that domain, plus i wanted more stuff before we jump back into the stranger songs, so i’m assigning this to the duo)

A Circus Most Peculiar

Under The Big Top

Behind My Eyes

Carnivore’s Waltz

The Dirt That Once Was Me

Mr. Pitch

A Messiah’s Invocation

FireSorrow Girl

Within Her Web

The Echoes Of Infinity

Bloodwater Ballad

I See You

Nothing

Threadbare Web

My Dear Archivist

Coronation (aka Jonah’s Big Villain Song) 

You Do Not Know 

Patience (aka Why I Don’t Like The End) 

The Primal Command Of Creation

Partner Mine

Well, Well, Well

Knock-A-Door Fun

Arcane Knots

I Drown (just had to end it with an angsty jon song) 

[avatarofthebeholding]

The song “The Moon Will Sing” by The Crane Wives fits Eric Delano SO WELL so I’m just going to list a bunch of lyric/transcript comparisons here bc AHHH:

Pt I: W/regards to the Institute and Gertrude

Pt II: W/regards to Mary starting their relationship with a command

Pt. III: W/regards to Eric being driven to leave the Institute and how much he cared about taking care of Gerry (both this & the next part have lyrics from “Bloodwater Ballad” interspersed too bc it’s amazing!)

Pt. IV: W/regards to Eric’s devotion to Gerry after leaving the Institute

Pt. V: W/regards to Mary never listening to Eric

Pt. VI: W/regards to Eric knowing Mary was a terrible person, & to Mary treating Eric’s page as nothing more than a possession

Pt. VII: Ummm...how do I neatly summarize this? Idk. Fire.

Here’s the song btw:

[macbcth]

— Ron Fukuda, Bloodwater Ballad