"Stop asking why I'm sad, just know, it's enough to know I'm sad"
I know it's been awhile, but I'm simply couldn't let Madeleine Hyland's birthday pass without a little celebration. So here is a tribute to our benevolent queen, Madeleine, and the heartrending wonder that is Little Miss Why So by The Amazing Devil
[View all my other embroideries inspired by The Amazing Devil here]
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Ive been listening to Secret Worlds a lot recently and I havent seen anybody talking about my favourite part, so I'm going to.
When they sing "you asked me to climb, I never learned", Madeleine and Joey sing the last three words differently. Her voice raises, a desperate plea to be understood, whereas his goes down, resigned and unwilling to challenge what is indisputable. He has already given up, whilst she is still fighting. It really emphasises how far they've drifted, that they can't even find any common ground when they share the same grief, the same regret.
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yes the whole part the whole song even the whole ALBUM is an incredible masterpiece the likes of which have never been seen before on earth but holy fuckin shit just "though some would harm you none not one no none would raise to you a hand nor thumb not while by you I stand and hum" oh my fucking god. I need to sit down. I'm ill. I've listened to this song countless times and I will listen to it countless more but god I'll never be okay about that lyric. not while by you I stand and hum oh god. oh fucking lord.
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"Come back, come back, we don't have time to fuck around"
The older I'm getting, the harder this line is hitting. I have been working on this piece for MONTHS. It was a little masochistic of me to make that many French knots on this big of a hoop, but in the end, the texture of them is perfect for the hedge effect in this piece inspired by Pruning Shears!
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When The Amazing Devil said "and in a moment of total rapture, and with every strength I have, I ask if you play dnd and your face lights up like you've woken up from this endless fucking nightmare," I felt that.
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You: October 31st! Halloween!
Me, an intellectual: Ruinmas.
AKA, here, have some celebratory art. Can you believe it's the second Ruiniversary? Madness.
Reasons for all the included images under the cut.
Madeleine:
fox, the calling (ruin)
rockrose & thistle, the rockrose and the thistle (horror)
bracken & blossom, blossoms (ruin)
forget me nots, Elsa's song (love run)
(standing) stones, the horror and the wild (horror)
magpies, Madeleine's favourite corvid per Instagram, two for joy
dress inspired by the black chiffon one she wore in Dexys
Joey:
bracken & blossom, blossoms (ruin)
sage, Elsa's song (love run)
crow, Marbles (horror)
(standing) stones, the horror and the wild (horror)
dear heart/deer hart, Joey's name for the fandom (horror)
outfit inspired by the love run bath photoshoot
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Nothing like listening to TAD and making up scenarios in your head bc why wouldnt you
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A list of the Entities in TAD songs and their aesthetics:
(Except not the ones Madeleine or Joey say they are because there are way too many of those)
The King - crumbling walls, secrets lurking in cobwebbed corners, crashing waves in a storm. Being protected, forgotten, isolated, smothered.
The Creature - scratching, clawing, screaming. Torn curtains and bloodied nails, you have to get out, you have to get out, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT, YOU HAVE TO GE-
The Old Man - broken promises, hair so tangled it brings tears to your eyes when you brush it. A too-tight corset. Being sent to bed without supper. Wondering what you did wrong, why won't they love you?
The Fox - screaming at your own reflection in a cracked mirror, branches whipping at your face as you run through the forest. It doesn't matter how fast you run, the truth will always find you, always be waiting for you.
The Trees - tall branches and taller tales. Climbing through branches that could crack under your weight, but knowing they won't, that their support will lift you higher, ever higher. Watching the earth fall away beneath you. Wondering if you'll ever feel the ground beneath your feet again, and if you even want to.
The Hollow Folk - watching, whispering, waiting. Shadows flicking through the corners of your vision, devils and guardian angels and everything in between. They hold no secrets in their hearts because there is nothing there to hide, nothing even to see. Empty shells of former people, observing and oh-so-patient. They will get what they want, in the end.
The Saint - staring your mistakes in the face and knowing you'll never change. Burning your past and dancing in the ashes as you suffocate in the smoke that coils itself around you. You can never escape the flaws that reside deep in the furthest recesses of your soul. You will never get it right because you dont even know what right looks like anymore.
Good Man Grace - tough love that won't take no for an answer. Empty promises to be there for you that crumble to dust as soon as you ask for help. You could be better than you are if only someone would tell you how, but nobody will. You'll never be on your own, but you're always alone.
Old Witch Sleep - comforting, cajoling, calamitous decisions masked behind gentle persuasions. Burying your head in the sand, only to choke on the grains that fill your eyes and cling to your tongue. You can rest now. You don't need to worry about anything. You never will again.
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