#twogami byakuya

[nxtequal]

twogami i did for a fashion zine (2018)

[lockpickingliar]

Comfort in Capgras

CW: impersonation, manipulation and despair of a young child

The first time, they’d fooled him.

The second time, too, and maybe the third and fourth and fifth and sixth… Kokichi had honestly lost count. He hadn’t known any better. He was so little the first few times, and didn’t understand at all.

“Kokichi?”

Ignorant to the impermanence.

“C’mon, Koko, where’d you go?”

But Kokichi was four and a half now. 

“Stop hiding from Papa.”

His Papa was gone, and this was an imposter.

Even now, it startled him every time. He would round a corner in the hall, and there he would be with open arms, and Kokichi would forget for half a second that Papa was never coming back. Everything about them was eerily similar. The eyes, the voice, the warmth. Or maybe it was just that the memories had faded as he’d grown.

You don’t remember much of anything when you’re just a baby, do you?

Kokichi covered his mouth to muffle his breathing as the heavy thunk of footsteps trailed by the cupboard. He’d gotten real good at hide and seek, squeezing himself between towering cans of hoarded food. One had a picture of sliced beef on the side, and the idea of dinnertime made him gag.

That’s when they’d shown up. He was hiding from dinner again.

“Don’t you miss me?”

Kokichi’s chest tightened.

He missed Papa. Of course he missed Papa! Papa and Mama both. He wanted them back more than anything in the world.

Maybe if they were here, Nee-nee would cry less. They were grownups! They could protect her better than he could, from her mean friends who pushed her around so much. Why did they do that? Kokichi still didn’t understand. Maybe they needed a grownup to tell them that it was wrong to be mean to your friends.

Maybe then they would be mean to him less, too.

“I miss you, Koko,” Papa—the not-Papa—said somberly. “Don’t you want a hug from your Papa?”

He wanted his Papa, he wanted his Papa so badly. Carefully, Kokichi pushed the cupboard door open just a crack to peek outside. There he was, bigger and rounder than Kokichi remembered, but still so undeniably Papa despite everything Kokichi knew telling him that it was not Papa. He gazed about the room, looking under tables and behind boxes as if they were only playing a game together. It was just a game to him.

Did that make it less scary?

“If you come out, Papa will give you a big hug and make it all better, alright? Then you and me and your Nee-nee can all have dinner together as a family. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

That would be nice. It would be so, so nice. Kokichi sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. It wasn’t Papa, though. It wasn’t real. It was a lie. It wasn’t Papa. Papa was gone and he was never coming back. Kokichi knew this. It was a lie and he would wake up tomorrow and Papa would be gone again without a trace because it never was Papa. Not this time, not any time Papa had come since Nee-nee brought Kokichi here.

“And then you can have your bath and Papa can help you get ready for bed. I’ll tell you a bedtime story, any story you’d like, and I’ll be right there until you fall asleep. How does that sound, Kokichi?”

He would be alone again and he would cry and Nee-nee would pet his hair so gently all while cruelly tell him not to be so silly to think Papa was coming back, just to see him cry more. It was a lie. A lie! And yet…

The cupboard door banged open as Kokichi clamored out, clumsily knocking cans over to spill and roll across the floor as he ran with teary eyes into his Papa’s arms.

Maybe Kokichi needed a kind lie right now.

[snapling]

last year i drew this in like a nonstop 11 hour session or something for byakuya’s bday and while i don’t know if i like it as much as i could NOW it still isn’t bad

features thh byakuya, udg byakuya, bad end byakuya (with kids), byakuya twogami, execution byakuya, toko’s fantasy byakuya, polaris p. polanski, and my very precious despair byakuya

would do something like this again if i get the chance but we’ll see, still proud of the effort that was put in even if it’s a little wonky

[incorrect-drxreader]

Twogami: I hope you don’t do anything foolish.

(Y/N): I hope you’re not hoping too hard.

[heckoffmate]

I don't have a type, shut up

Chubby nerd, chubby slut and chubby daddy, my beloved.

[morallygreyvigilante]

I know it's a fairly popular thing for people in the fandom to refer to the Ultimate Imposter as "Twogami" but what variations would be used for the other characters?

[generous1ty]

Hey I’ve been feelings really sad lately, I was wondering if you could possibly do an Imposter x Reader with Them telling reader that they’re going to get through this together <) please take you time and I really love your writing

hey, Citron! i'm so sorry for doing this request so late,,,

i hope you're doing well now, and that this writing could bring some sort of comfort to you.

thank you for requesting, and lots of love to you! <3

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Together

genre: fluff/misc. warnings: gn!reader, pre-despair?? pre-tragedy??? i’m not sure this whole setting is literally just made up on the fly and i just like imagining Eli’s palette mixed with the sunset of a classroom-- THYE JUST GIVE ME SUNSET VIBES I LOVE THEM >:’(((( oh yeah, while we’re on that subject, i am just going to use Eli for the Ult. Imposter because i really like that name for them and i just love....it........ i’ve been thinking about that name being short for Elias because i’m literally in love with that name and yes.............Eli. SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING AGAIN okay last thing ok? ok. this is literally everywhere but i like it. i like it. ok that’s it i hope you like it too <3 word count: 0.93k

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there was a subtle glow from the shielded windows to your left, covered by the blinds that were pulled down to protect from watchers outside--not that there were any in the first place.

you don’t exactly remember how long you had been sitting in front of your desk in an empty classroom, or how long it had been since everything that had happened. everything you were struggling with, things that made you happy, things that made you upset--they were all fuzzing together.

your brows furrowed and your lips had turned into a frown.

“is there something wrong, [Y/n]?”

you were startled from the voice that came from the other person across from you, flinching into reality. your eyes met a pair of green eyes, and you relaxed.

as perceptive as always, the Ultimate Imposter, that is.

“E...li.” you stuttered, not used to using that name for the other yet, “when did--when did you get here?”

they blinked, “about three minutes ago. you’ve been staring at your desk for a while, so i couldn’t help but worry when you didn’t greet me when i walked into the classroom or sat down in front of you.”

you looked away. how embarrassing.

“but i don’t mind, really. i’ve been noticing lately that something’s been on your mind, so if you’d like, you can always tell me.” they smiled, a warmth in their eyes as their gaze traced over your facial features, “there’s no one else here but me and you.”

their hands gently traced over yours, thumb rubbing over your palm lovingly, in a caring way. their presence had always been able to calm you down when they were just....them. when they were just.. Eli.

because when the Ultimate Imposter wasn’t there, there was always Eli. and when Eli wasn’t there, there was the Ultimate Imposter. both had firm dedication to their friends--to their classmates who they called their friends--and yet, at the same time, both were entirely different people.

you wished desperately that they could stay Eli all the time--that they could hold you in their arms, to embrace you without having to “hone their Ultimate skills”. if it weren’t for that, then maybe both you, Eli, and the Ultimate Imposter together could coexist happily. you could--all three of you--love each other properly.

“it’s fine if you’re not okay with sharing- everyone has their hardships.”

their own voice was what had snapped you back to reality. the snap was almost instant, and they had you paying full attention to their words.

instead of thinking in your own head like you had been doing these past days.

“i...” your managed to speak, but you weren’t sure if you were entirely okay with sharing. things have been... less than okay. much, much more less than okay. it was obvious from your facial expressions, your actions, your miniature dazes throughout the days.

and somehow, no one else but Eli could really notice that.

“just take your time,” they reassured you, “and if you don’t want to share at all, that’s alright, too.”

they stood up a bit, taking your hand into theirs and squeezing it reassuringly.

“let’s get out of this old, dusty classroom-- why don’t we?”

you cracked a small smile, standing up and following their lead.

their footsteps had echoed throughout the empty school, the sound of yours not falling too far behind. with every thump on the floor, yours would follow soon after, and the scenery of the school windows you looked outside of, you were soon looking in to.

the hues of the sunset, beautiful orange, reds, and yellows had complimented Eli’s palette, and as you both walked towards a small, secluded spot from the world, you hand had squeezed theirs a little tighter.

a small stump lay in the middle of a small and short clearing, trees surrounding the spot, despite you both being so deep into the city.

“how..?”

“i found it while looking for a place to quietly study,” you let out a small breath, taking in the sights of the sky, the clouds, the sun, slowly moving towards another day just behind the painted trees, “i just happen to find it by chance, and thought it’d be a lovely place to share with you.”

their eyes squinted with their cheeks, a smile that you hadn’t yet seen on their face suddenly appearing in hindsight. it was lovely. it was charming. it was so, so, special.

and as you admired their smile, they had walked up to you, holding your hands as their arms gently embraced your body.

“you know, i’ve never been more “Eli” than i’ve ever been unless i’m around you…” they paused, somehow nervous as butterflies filled their stomach. they wanted to hide as your arms wrapped around them as well, “but, i don’t dislike it.”

“i like being this part of me--a me no one sees often--just around you. you give me a sense of self that i could not find by myself, at all. of course, everyone else from the class has helped significantly as well, however, with you i feel much more like… Eli.” their words drifted, they drifted.

“i’m not exactly sure where i’m going with this,” they admitted, swallowing hard, “but just know that this journey of self-discovery, of self-care, of self-love, of self--we will do it together. because with you, i can do anything. i can find myself--be myself. i can be Eli.”

“we will get through this together, this troublesome journey of self-expression.”

they smiled with you as you shared a gentle kiss under the stars.

[potatotrash0]

Imposter, with every single one of their friends behind them: excuse me, they asked for no pickles.

You did it!! You broke Imposter down to their bare essentials!!!!