Grimoires of Syi Caedere

my stories, art, and writing may contain content that is not suitable for a large audience.

my content largely centers around mental health, trauma, psychological horror, and other heavy topics that may not be suitable for a young audience. these heavier posts will have content warnings for the relevant topics.

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i do not write Real Person Fanfiction (RPF). all my content in the krew/yhs space is based on their roleplay characters, not the creators themselves.

❧ blogs. 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☘︎ ݁˖.

[ main. ] .☘︎ ݁˖ @syistoppedgivingafuck ݁˖༉‧₊˚.

[ rp. ] .☘︎ ݁˖ @kyoeitalkstoomuch ݁˖༉‧₊˚

[ rp. ] .☘︎ ݁˖ @ukiyokundoesnotstopworking ݁˖༉‧₊˚.

[ stories. ] .☘︎ ݁˖ you're here! ݁˖༉‧₊˚.

❧ do not interact. 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☘︎ ݁˖.

[ general. ] homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, zionists, nazi, etc.

[ targeted. ] anti-shippers, rcta, anyone 13 and under, ai bros.

idgaf what you're doing in your own space if it isn't hurting people or the planet, don't drag me into your shenanigans.

❧ content. 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☘︎ ݁˖.

「 the cruellest renditions. 」 - an original novel by syi caedere.┆.☘︎ ݁˖

「 seasonal soulstice. 」 - a yhs fanfic that eventually spiraled into an original work by syi caedere.┆.☘︎ ݁˖

「 the dream i recognize you from. 」 - a pokémon fan series by syi caedere.┆.☘︎ ݁˖

❧ tags. 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☘︎ ݁˖.

{ #the cruellest. } — The Cruellest Renditions.

{ #s. soul } — Seasonal Soulstice.

{ #tdiryf } — The Dream I Recognize You From.

𖥔——————————— meta ————————————𖥔

{ #c. lore } — Canon.

{ #ncan. lore } — Not Canon.

{ #ask alt. } — Ask Alternate Universe.

❧ parts. 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☘︎ ݁˖.

[♟️] the cruellest — p1

[📓] s. soul — p1, p2

[🗝] tdiryf — p1, p2

𖥔——————————— side stories ————————————𖥔

[🗝] kyoei in mega dimensions! — p1, p2, p3, p4

[🗝] belladonna! — oneshot.

[🗝] kyoei pop quiz! — p1

[🗝] kyoei hangs out with corbeau! — p1, p2

[🗝] socrates the hero. — p1, p2

Timeline 0002: Panic.

▇▇▇▇▇▇ didn't expect to wake up after dying. No one does, really. So when ▇▇▇▇▇▇ opened their eyes, they would've been confused. If it weren't for the feeling of static in their limbs, unfeeling and throbbing all the same as if they'd been crushed.

They had, hadn't they?

Their body jolts upward, tears escape their eyes as their breathing hitches, pain clawing relentlessly into their skin and organs after the static of sleep leaves them. Everything hurts. They died. So why are they in bed? Why aren't they dead?

Realization hits faster when your brain is working to find a way to end the suffering. Of course.

Of course.

A strangled laugh escapes them despite it all. Despite the throbbing in their limbs, the feeling of empty, useless lungs trying to wrestle air in and then push it out of a body that shouldn't be working. Despite the fingers digging into their chest, desperately trying to rip the heart that shouldn't be beating out.

Timeline 0001: Dead.

It was when ▇▇▇▇▇▇ pushed Eurydice through the opening that they realized they we're trapped between the rubble. And as the ceiling collapsed, ▇▇▇▇▇▇ couldn't even think anything other than—