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  1. Summary

    With Catechism out, most of this info is likely non-canon. It's based on the original animatics posted in 2020 and 2021 so please keep that in mind!

    A collection of my thoughts and speculations and general ramblings about emilyamiao's story and characters, prompted by the animatics. Because they're just that good and because I'm just that invested and because my brain is literally powered by a hamster on crack.
    Everything is my personal take! I'm just sharing my own thoughts and feelings :")

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    (aka come witness the extent of my brainrot over these two characters that I've seen from a single animatic)

    With the real Catechism webcomic now released, please note that everything here was written based off the former animatic. These are my own iterations/interpretations of the characters based off of non-canon content, so please enjoy these separately from the webcomic canon. Thanks!

    A collection of all the fanfics I've written inspired by emilyamiao's characters and The Animatic in question because they really decided to live in my head rent-free and are now refusing to leave please help
    Keep in mind that these are just my personal interpretations, and the characters/setting belong to Emily.

    Every fic is self-contained and independent of the others, so some elements may be inconsistent and you can read them in any order.

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    Basically, Giyushino hurt/comfort and cathartic crying: the series.

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  1. Public Bookmark 66

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    “You’re a jackass when you’re drunk.”
    Suguru rolls his eyes, “Boo-hoo.”

    Two times Suguru got drunk.

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    01 Sep 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “That, this. You don’t get it? You leave and you come back like nothing. Like nothing has happened while you were gone, like nothing has changed.”

    Something feels wrong in Satoru’s chest, but he knows it isn’t possible, not with his technique, but there’s a persistent panging sensation that harrows his breath. He can’t tell if it’s in one lung or both.

    //

    To dispel the flimsy illusion of comfort between them, Suguru chooses to say, “You’ll have to kill me one day, you know. Sharing a drink with me might not be the smartest idea.”

    The rhythm of Satoru’s fingers tapping the counter doesn’t falter. Suguru thinks he feels a bit disappointed at the realization. How foolish.

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    A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it's getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat.

    (Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.)

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    22 May 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    satoru gojo is seventeen years old when he kills suguru geto.

    his hands tremble when he angles his index and ring finger towards the familiar back of the only boy who’d ever seen him, really seen him, but presently satoru tells himself it’s because of all the billions of trillions of atoms shaking within the confines of his impossible self, aching, begging, pleading to be unleashed–

    and unleashed they are, as the streets of shinjuku are enveloped in the most electric shade of lilac, so bright that the image almost burns onto his retinas, and then it’s just red. not a brilliant scarlet, or even a rosy sort like how suguru’s ears would burn when he would get embarrassed, but a muted, dismal red.

    and then it's static silence.

    a year after suguru is slaughtered, something that wears his skin finds satoru. satoru is willing to turn six blind eyes just to keep him this time around.

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    12 May 2025

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    Marcus holds the goblet up, still stinking with klauthgrass, and ponders them, clutched in the wretched claws of his undead monsters. "Well," he says, and smiles. "If you will not willingly drink it, I have a manner of encouragement."

    And then he raises his dagger, pricks his own wrist until scarlet pools over his pale skin, and lets blood drip into the goblet.

    Before he can help it, Astarion stiffens.

    Astarion has spent two hundred years with truth as a bitter enemy. Fitting, then, that his choice to say it is taken from him.

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    16 Jan 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    If Marcus had asked any of the others this question, the answer would be far different.

    But he asked Astarion, and the answer is because I was told to.

    It's the truth, and it's ugly like it. Wyll said they would attack Ketheric Thorm, and if the party was doing that, if the Astral Prism would be traveling that direction, then at their heels will Astarion go. It is not a choice, between death and life, between illithid and follower, when you are bleeding out in the back alley and a man with red eyes kneels beside you. It has never been a choice.

    He doesn't care about Ketheric. He is not a hero. But he can play one, much as he plays swallowing cocks or lapping between thighs like he wants it, and this group wants a hero. The rougher edges of his existence can be smoothed down if he goes along with their plans.

    But it is not his choice, and he is not a hero.

    The klauthgrass is frozen heavy in his throat. It would be easier if this was different, if this was pain, if this was sex; if he could push his mind from his body and drift away, let two hundred years of experience play nice and pretty into Marcus' hands. If he could scream the way Marcus liked, or flatten his tongue with hollowed cheeks, or simply sit and cry and plead. If it was the spawn he wanted, the body, the corpse; not Astarion, not answers.

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    When he wakes, he is on a beach, gold, looking up at the sun.

    Ah, he thinks, distant. I'm dreaming.

    Astarion is never quite sure, until the moment Cazador lies dead before him, whether this entire adventure is anything more than an extremely vivid hallucination.

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    19 Mar 2025