#o overcoat

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YOOOOOOOOO 200 KUDOS ON O OVERCOAT

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the pee pee poo poo man 😭😭✋️

look at him and tell me he wouldn't come up with something like that for a fake name. you can't

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good evening. heres your o overcoat askliveblogging notes:

- the first paragraph is already so cinematic wtf ech

- at this point im gonna turn this into a film myself

- "people were weak by nature; he knew that lesson well" heyyyyyy echie is that a reference to dazai abusing him heyyyyy ☹️

- THEY TALK TELEPAHITHICALLY OH MY GOD

- frilly neck thing he could never remember the name of

- I THINK HIS SOCKS WOULD HAVE CATS AND PUMPKINS ON THEM

- god i wanna draw rashoumon in an apron now

- ITS LIKE A MOM HAHAHAJAAHHDDH

- "take ur melatonin u sick overworked bitch"

- god his thought process is spot on echelon this is gorgeous. dazai teaching him that actions always have a negative consequence and that he needs to be taught a lesson is so awfully heartbreaking

- dude its like he gave birth to his ability i LOVE this

- GROCERY STORE UWWWAAAHHSHFHF

- RASHOUMON MOM CANON

- gin laughing 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- OH MY GOD. GINS DEAL. IM GONNA LOSE T HELP ME HAHAJAJAHSHHD I LOVE THEM SM

- "A flower born in darkness could only ever stay in darkness because anything light that dared come near would instantly be tainted." oh my lord.

- he totally liked that plush

- okay ive gotta say i LOVE your characterization of akutagawa. the way he is trying so hard to not yell at the cashier is spot on, especially considering that he probably doesnt know proper communication skills. you. oh my god /pos

- oh god this cant be good. not dazai

- PLEASE I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT TACHIHARAS NAME WAS LMAOOO

- "The day Dazai left the Port Mafia was the day Akutagawa snapped. It was as if something holding him from within had crumbled away, and the shards dug themselves into every part of his soul." i cant even emphasize how much i love this bit. i wanna carve the words into my arm and stare at them for the rest of eternity

- originally i thought that chuuya wouldve sent him the basket, especially because he mentioned akutagawa being sick towards the beginning, but now dazai makes sense. also i LOVE how you word akutagawas mindset throughout the fic. its obvious he has trauma and i just adore how you arent portraying it as seeking approval and rather being immature and mentally painting dazai as someone bad because thats all he knows

- he refuses to believe that dazai had changed and was becoming a better person. its gorgeous. my god.

- KATAI??? YOU PULLED OUT THE B I G GUNS MFER OH MY HAHAJAJAHSHDJ

- my jaw is wide open btw i was NOT expecting him

- "you think a VPN can stop me?" said every pirater ever (me)

- KATAIIIISISHSHUEHFHFHFJFJF

- ECHELON HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE HOW HE DOES IN KUNIKIDA AND KATAIS BRILLIANT DAYS IM GONNA CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

- watch: its tachihara. boom case solved.- akutagawa has autism pov

- I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KN E W W W WIT WAS CHUUYA

- chuuya shit-eating note 💀💀💀💀💀

- ohhhhhhh gin my girl i love them so much i love gin 🥺🥺

- SLEEP DEPRIVED AKUTAGAWA LETS GO MFERS

final thoughts:this was a gift from god, truly. this is easily one of my favoritest fics ive ever read to this date. akutagawa's persistent villanizing of atsushi and dazai is perfect, and his anger is just so hdhejhskajsjfjfjfshdndjfjdbd i cant even. i love this so much and i have no words <3

ajhsdjkhsdksdhkds literally grinning at my screen as I read this :D :D :D

I'm so so glad you like the first paragraph because starting paragraphs are one of the hardest things to write and usually turn out to be not the best :'). I had a sketch of Rashoumon in an apron somewhere but I can't find it *sobs*. I never actually came up with any of their fake names because I was lazy, but Tachihara's fake name is basically the equivalent of "the peepee poopoo man" or something similar. unfortunately I don't think I did Katai justice in this fic because I wrote this before I read Brilliant Days, but I guess he can have some dumb jokes as a treat. also autistic Akutagawa so true

anyway, if you're curious and have the time, you can go back and try to find all of the tiny, subtle things I hid in the actual text. most of them are about how Akutagawa refers to things

also THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKYOUTHAKNYIOU SDJHGFKSDKLDSJ :DDDDDD

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🤡 and 🛒!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

O Overcoat grocery store scene :)

also I found the entirety of Clouds funny when I wrote it, but looking back it's...a little cringy. insert the message I've been repeating like a broken record since February 2021 or something about my plans to rewrite Clouds

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

just slow characterization I guess. I don't like writing plots, so instead I usually prefer to stick characters into a situation and then let them wander around for a bit. or a lot. "the exquisite torture of mundane life" and all

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For your writer’s ask: 3, 17 and 19!

3. What genres have you written for so far?

lately I only write (read: think about writing) fics for BSD, and I'm not sure what genre to call those. I used to write original works and short stories and stuff, and I guess I'd group them all under speculative fiction. I used to be really into sf, but then I turned away from it into just. weird absurdism

17. Tell us a fun fact about your current WIP.

I guess my current wip is Clouds (even though I haven't worked on it in uh *checks notes* over half a year), so a fun (?) fact about it is that I never planned to go anywhere with it. I came up with a bunch of disjointed semi-cracky ideas while Very Tired and in the middle of a whole bunch of BSD brainrot, so I ended up combining them into a fic. the first two chapters were literally written while I was half listening to online classes, and I didn't really have much of a plot in mind or anything. I was just making it up as I went along. my initial plan was to just get some ideas out and then abandon my ao3 account, but then people ended up getting invested...

19. Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story.

I'm going to use O Overcoat (my only complete magnum opus) for this one because I put way too much thought into it. I added so many small details into that story, and I have no idea if anyone noticed them. one of them that I've never talked about (mainly because I've been holding onto the hope that someone will notice it somehow) is that I made Akutagawa only refer to a handful of specific things with possessive pronouns. namely, his coat, Rashoumon (in the fic they're two different things because it started as an au of "what if Rashoumon was its own entity" and ended up getting way out of hand), and Gin. everything else (that aren't parts of his own body of course) is just "the" something. "the apartment" instead of "his home" (until the end, where he thinks briefly about how fickle the concept of home is). even "the shoes" instead of "his shoes". symbolism and stuff. anyway I digress, here are some lines I like. I know I'm supposed to only give one but. eh. I like talking about my writing and I've kept my rambles about O Overcoat pent up for over a year at this point. also I guess these are more so short excerpts than lines but whatever. enjoy reading I guess?

"You should take a break, you know," the executive said. "You have two days off, use them."

"I don't need breaks," he spat.

"Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?" Nakahara Chuuya snorted, looking up at him through the brim of his hat. "But it's not true. I thought that myself, for a long time," he said, reclining in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. "But then I realized that you don't need to be working all the time to be worth something. Besides," he added, gesturing to the dark bags under his blueish-gray eyes. "You don't want to end up like me. Take the break."

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He didn't even know what to do with a few minutes of spare time, how was he supposed to deal with two days? He only knew how to survive, but what was he supposed to do when he had time to live?

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In the cold rain, Gin stood up from behind the new entity and stared up at it. And it stared back, with otherworldly yellow eyes, the only color besides the red of blood among stretches of brown and gray. "Rashoumon," Gin whispered, softly, and that was that.

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"Wow, thanks for that," the were-tiger muttered bitterly, rubbing his neck.

"A—" he tried to say, but it was as if something was blocking his throat. It took a few tries before he finally forced out, "Apologies."

The were-tiger stared at him. "Does it physically pain you to apologize, or what?" he asked. "Because it sounded like you were choking just from saying one word. Do I need to call the doctor?"

Akutagawa glared at the other coldly. "I don't owe an explanation to animals," he spat. Anger still simmered inside him.

The were-tiger raised his eyebrows slowly. "And that's coming from you, the rabid dog?"

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The were-tiger gaped openly. "What," Akutagawa snapped.

"That's a lot of blood," he said, dumbly.

"Don't be stupid," he spat. "You've lost a lot more than that. That should be nothing to you."

"And who made me lose most of that?" Akutagawa coughed, and the were-tiger looked over at him weirdly. He then grimaced and added, "Although, never mind. You're probably proud of it."

"I am," Akutagawa confirmed.

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Just as he was about to step out of the door, Akutagawa gathered enough energy to ask what had been fluttering around in the back of his mind during the entire ordeal: "Did someone put you up to this? To approach me at the store?" Was this all a ploy to make him suffer? Was he hated that much by everyone? He was, wasn't he? Everything was designed against him.

The were-tiger paused, one gloved hand resting on the doorknob. He turned and faced him with an expression that looked so much like pity, condescending, horrible pity, that he wanted to shred it from his face. "Is there a difference if I was? The results are the same." Akutagawa opened his mouth to snap something at the other from across the room, but he was interrupted. "Maybe, Akutagawa, if you actually thought before acting you'd be able to figure everything out." The words landed like bullets in his chest. That was the problem, wasn't it? He didn't think, knew he didn't think. And he could tell what was left unsaid: maybe if he had actually thought, Dazai wouldn't have left him.

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With every passing day the coat around his shoulders grew darker and heavier. With every passing day he turned further away from the ghost at his back until it was barely more than a wisp in the wind. It was only the eyes, once golden, that he could never shake off. Those eyes burned holes in his back and shone brightly when he closed his eyes to darkness.

He covered his back and stopped closing his eyes.

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Rage, he came to learn, was something that blinded. And yet he took people by the hand and dragged them down regardless.

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He paused at the table before leaving, hand hovering over something. He gave in and pocketed the plush he was given. Not because it was soft or cute or anything.

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"Anyway," he said, looking up at Akutagawa. "Did you receive the gift?"

Akutagawa blinked a few times. "...gift?" he asked, quietly, but the executive continued as if he didn't hear anything.

"Sorry it was a little plain, but I didn't have much time to prepare anything. Gin said you weren't feeling well, so I thought that a basket might cheer you up."

Akutagawa's pulse faltered. "...what," he said, mind reeling as he tried to piece together what he was hearing. "What..."

Chuuya frowned. "Did you not like it?" Akutagawa's head spun as the blood drained from it so quickly that it was as if a stronger force was pulling it down. He clutched onto the stairway railing, trying to clear the fog away. "Or did you not receive it yet?" His vision rapidly went black even though he thought his eyes were open. His limbs tingled and he couldn't tell if they were even there.

He vaguely registered the feeling of falling before his back hit something with a muffled crash and the world faded away in seconds.

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His eyes closed without his permission. Home was such a fickle thing, he thought, as his mind slowly seeped away. And yet, despite the cold, he found he didn't feel alone.

sorry for how long this is, O Overcoat is just a long fic and I have a lot of thoughts. many thoughts head full etc. I also like the entire grocery store scene, but it's pretty long so I decided to omit it. I tried drawing a comic of it in December, but gave up pretty quickly :')

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!!!!!!!!!!

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Dude I just read O Overcoat and your writing style is so fucking good oml

aaaaaa thanks!!

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im sotired and i cant find any of the mojos on my keybosrd so. tlel me about o overcoat. were there parts that were difficult to write. how long did it take. ARE WE GETTING THE SAME THING WITH CHUUYA AND ARAJABAKI. what wss ur thought process behind the plot. whats urfavorite psrt

were there parts that were difficult to write?

literally all of it probably, writing is super hard for me. but to be specific then I guess the vague plot near the end. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't have any outline for this fic or anything, which leads me to the next question

how long did it take?

in total, roughly 6 weeks, which is really shocking considering how long it takes me to write usually. but I took a solid month long break in the middle, and the first 7-8k were written in the span of a week. I honestly have no idea how I wrote that quickly. I genuinely can't remember a single thing from that week except for telling a commenter that I'll post a new fic "tomorrow probably" (I did not, in fact, post it tomorrow). I guess I just entered some kind of trance and then had most of a fic spawn in my drafts all of a sudden. then I came back to it a month later to edit and delete some scenes (yes I do have a short document with deleted scenes, but just know that those scenes were deleted for a Reason) and then somehow come up with a vague plot to add to the end

are we getting the same thing with Chuuya and Arahabaki?

hopefully! I had a trilogy planned for this, and even started writing the Kyouka and Demon Snow fic last summer, but then I gave up and let the few hundred word draft be lost to the void. I will hopefully come back to this series in the future, because I really like the ideas I have for it

what was your thought process behind the plot?

plot? what plot? also what thoughts? I didn't even write this fic, it just appeared one day. I didn't have any control over that

but actually I mostly just sat there and thought "god I feel so horrible after pulling two consecutive all nighters, why did I do that. well guess I'll write it into this fic since I have no better ideas"

what's your favorite part?

either the grocery store scene (my beloved <3) or the brief "Chuuya giving Akutagawa advice and an order to take a break" flashback scene