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teredio sideblog! 🌻 Header by @mollollom!

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the dragonet and the king my beloved!!! i loved learning that navet's name meant turnip 😭 a baby onion knight... thank you so much to @jetjetdurai.bsky.social for their lovely zines!!🐉
Nendoroid dolls of Dion and Terence standing with JetnessAffliction's zines.
April 16, 2025 at 2:17 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
fire dragon bella was investigating bahamut and his normie bf 🔥
20CM dolls of Terence and Dion in adorable frilly outfits. Bella, a sun conure, standing confusedly in front of dolls of Terence and Dion in adorable frilly outfits.
March 8, 2025 at 12:39 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
a duck standing with a fire pit in the background, so it looks like its head is on fire
February 25, 2025 at 7:32 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Gifts. Or, I'm not quite finished with dramatic stair meetings, apparently.

A 850-word bonus to cap off Teredio Holiday 2024🕯️

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Three arched windows and a few lights glow in a dark, regal stairway in the Vladimir Palace.
January 31, 2025 at 2:23 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
THIS ONLY I HAVE - a #teredio playlist ⚜️

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Dion facing away with his eyes shut. The words "I have endured" over a faded outine of the metal clip on Dion’s collar. Terence facing down and away with his eyes shut. The words "I have endured" over a faded outline of the dragoon sigil.
January 28, 2025 at 12:25 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
honestly with the rest of 'meditation' it gets worse
Meditation As I sit here alone in the calm lamplight, Watching the red embers Slowly fade and crumble into grey dust, With that impenetrable silence Of long night about me And the companionship of the immemorial dead At hand upon my shelves, Then, when I have freed myself From trivial designs and false longings, When I have fortified my soul To endure the rough shock of truth, Then I can think without trembling or whimpering That I must see you dead, That I must press down your useless eyelids, Extend your arms, smooth down your hair, And set upon your lips a withered flower, The poor last kiss. In the imagination I have endured all that without a tear ; Yet, if it were not that above all things I seek and cling to my own truth, I would cozen my agony with any lie, Any far-fetched similitude, any dream Which would lighten with hope this heavy certitude ; I would kiss the feet of man or woman Who would prove to me your immortality, Prove to me your new life circles this life As the immense sky, naked and starry, Circles with its illimitable round The low white roof of our cottage.
January 28, 2025 at 12:04 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
bonus part of "Meditation" by Aldington from the same collection. i stole the name of my teredio playlist ffom here
Yet, as I would not catch your love with a lie, But force you to love me as I am, Faulty, imperfect, human, So I would not cheat your inward being With untrue hopes nor confuse pure truth with a legend. This only I have : I am true to my truth, I have not faltered ; And my own end, the sudden departure From the virile earth I love so eagerly, Once such a sombre matter, now appears nothing Beside this weightier, more torturing bereavement.
January 28, 2025 at 3:34 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
thinking abt my govt assigned war poetry for teredio again🙈

dion - "In the Palace Garden" (1923) in 'Exile and Other Poems' by Richard Aldington

terence - "Jack" (1919) in 'Sorrow of War: Poems' by Louis Golding
In the Palace Garden THE yews became a part of me, The long walks edged with sparse flowers, The fluttering green fringes of elm leaves Blurring the washed blue sky, The long shivering ripples of the river, Bird-calls, all we saw and did, Became me, built me up, Helped me to love you. I was happy. It was enough not to be dead, Not to be a black spongy mass of decay Half-buried on the edge of a trench, More than enough to be young and gay, To know my lips were such Yours would be glad to meet them. I loved you with my old miseries Which were no longer miseries, With the scent of the lilacs And the softly sprinkling fountain, And the kind glances of passers. How did it happen then? The sun did not cease shining, The water rippled just as fleetly, I loved you just as indiscreetly— But gradually my golden mood tarnished, Happiness hissed into nothing— Metal under a fierce acid— And I was whispering: "This happiness is not yours; It is stolen from other men. Coward! You have shirked your fate." JACK The heavy smells of Spring Are flooding through my skin. My body drinks them in. Like rich red veils they cling About my prostrate head. I swoon into a bed, The heavy smells of Spring. I now almost forget The pain, the pain, the pain; Now being lulled by rain, And smells and warm wings wet. I swoon into a bed, Almost forget you're dead, Almost, almost forget. Now, now my memories drowse Amid the whine of bells, The fumes of rich red smells, The stupor round my brows. My nerves and veins are lead. I swoon into a bed, Where all my sorrows drowse. Then suddenly you return, O marrow of my bone, Blood flowing through my own! My pulses yearn and burn. I battle round my head, Cry strickenly from my bed. Suddenly you return! O God of War and Dearth, O shattering Blast that blew, Blood-eyed, blood-fingered, you Damned God of War and Dearth! He whom you wrenched from me To monstrous things and vain, Burned, broken, buried, he, He is this smell of earth, This dead moist smell of rain!
January 28, 2025 at 3:34 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Firelight. Dion always has a light.

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for #TeredioHoliday 🚬
Chesterfield Cigarettes: Ace High (c1914-1918) by J. C. Leyendecker. A aviator with a detached hood and goggles lights a cigarette held in his lips.
December 30, 2024 at 9:10 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
other than the customization and proxy shipping stuff, nendo dolls are fairly prone to production errors and easily broken parts 🥲 I've gone through six bodies by now between my teredio and ffxiv nendos. they're very cute!! but oof their cheap bodies are cheaply made. maybe ob11 are stronger?
Four Nendoroid dolls. Elliot in a fancy bow and vest, Nolanel in a hussar's uniform and long coat, Terence in a cute bear shirt and hat, and Dion in a blue dragon onesie.
December 28, 2024 at 6:31 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
🐉No murmur against Fate
8,770 words. #teredio

After a grueling battle, Terence must navigate exhaustion and reminiscence to lead the dragoons to safety. Hope hinges on the wings of dragonets.

archiveofourown.org/works/52648507

Revisiting some Terence writings for his day. ⚔️
Les voix de France (1924) by Paul Sibra. A knight in armor holds his sword out at a horizontal angle. A halo shines behind his head, matching his cape, and two massive, raven-like wings spread behind him.
December 28, 2024 at 3:23 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
jillian got me a fambly for xmas 🐻🐥🐲
a plush of the pokemon maushold wrapped in a plaid scarf with a santa hat on each mouse
December 26, 2024 at 1:27 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Love. A knight protects.

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For #TeredioHoliday 🎣
Mill on a Torrent (1871) by Hermann Herzog. A white river carves a zigzag through stones, grasses, trees, and worn old buildings.
December 23, 2024 at 9:43 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Garland. Terence bleeds for a vow.

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For #TeredioHoliday ⚔️
The Queen of the Tournament (1874) by Philip Hermogenes Calderon. A man in armour with a favor ribbon around his arm kneels before and looks up at a woman in an elaborate gown.
December 23, 2024 at 3:36 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Wishes. It's bad luck for a soldier to talk of death.

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For #TeredioHoliday ✨️
Jacob Wrestling with the Angel (c1865) by Alexander Louis Leloir. An angel with white wings struggles to free himself from the grip of a human man.
December 23, 2024 at 2:40 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Warmth. Terence weeds doubt.

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For #TeredioHoliday 🍂
A portion of Love Among the Ruins (c1873) by Edward Burne-Jones. Roses on long thorny vines cross against an open, ornate hallway.
December 22, 2024 at 3:48 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Masquerade. Dion wears grief poorly.

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for #TeredioHoliday ♟️
St. George and the Dragon (1908) by Briton Riviere. A man in armor rests against the ground with a hand loose across his heart. At his feet, a black dragon curls on its side, dead.
December 20, 2024 at 3:20 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Candles. Terence keeps vigil.

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For #TeredioHoliday 🕯
The Penitent Magdalene (c1640) by Georges de La Tour. A woman with a skull on her lap waits next to a candle reflected in a mirror.
December 18, 2024 at 9:36 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Joy. Dion sees Harpocrates again. 🥲

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450 word bonus! kind of! ao3 word count is being mean. for #TeredioHoliday.
"In Tow" By Henry Scott Tuke. A dinghy pushes thick white waves to the side as it is pulled by an offscreen vessel by a rope.
December 17, 2024 at 7:47 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Sugarplum & Angels. aka unstoppable force (tiny dragon's desire to make baha proud) vs immovable object (terence😔)

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For #TeredioHoliday!
Ouroborus (1625) by Lucas Jennis. A cross hatched image of a dragon biting its tail in a forest.
December 14, 2024 at 1:04 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
sorry for no writings yesterday and today. brain committed all energy to homework and anxiety. i want to catch up tho 😭🙏
ike from fire emblem laying dead on the ground
December 13, 2024 at 2:00 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Icicle. Kihel raises an eyebrow at scripture. 🐉

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For #TeredioHoliday!
The Prize Book (1901) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. A girl with long brown hair and a white dress tilts her head as she reads the book in her lap.
December 10, 2024 at 11:45 PM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Peace. Unsurprisingly, Dion thinks triple-tasking can be relaxing 💤

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For #TeredioHoliday 📖
A crop of Joseph Caraud's Am Morgen (1865). A person laying in bed while covered in blanket holds a book open.
December 10, 2024 at 1:12 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Sacrament. Dion pretends he's not a show piece.

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A little late but I'll catch up tomorrow ⭐️ for #TeredioHoliday!
The Grace Light at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. In a darkened cathedral, a cone of bright blue light shines out from the ceiling.
December 8, 2024 at 12:48 AM
brihamutsmercy.bsky.social
Somehow, marzipan = almond = amygdalus = amygdala = Dion's inability to emotionally regulate. Let's go to war!

Day 5 of #TereDioHoliday.

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The Wounded Cuirassier (1814) by Théodore Géricault. A man in a cuirassier's uniform and a haunted look holds onto the reins of a horse bucking in alarm.
December 6, 2024 at 1:38 AM