#bito daisukenojo

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Testing a new brush with some twewy doodles

[theworldendswithsho]

hi everyone this is my first (and probably pinned) post!!

i am a retired fanfic writer coming back out of retirement because i recently finished NEO: The World Ends With You and there is NO sho minamimoto content on the internet and I'm in love with him. I'm passionate about a number of fandoms and would love to get back into writing, so along with some self-indulgent stuff, I'll also be taking requests! I don't have plans to write anything too long (so don't expect 8k word fics) but I don't mind headcanons, oneshots, etc. Some fandoms/characters I will write for (though not all of them!) Also I am 20 and comfortable with writing both SFW and NSFW! Send your requests in ♡

Final Fantasy 7/Crisis Core

- Sephiroth

- Zack Fair

- Cloud Strife

- Reno

NEO: The World Ends With You

- Sho Minamimoto

- Neku Sakuraba

- Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo

Jujutsu Kaisen

- Satoru Gojo

- Kento Nanami

- Choso

Resident Evil 2/4

- Leon Kennedy

Genshin Impact

- Wriothesley

- Wanderer/Scaramouche/However else you like to characterize him

- Lyney

- Ningguang

- Beidou

- Yae Miko

- Itto

- Tartaglia/Ajax/Childe

This isn't a full list but its just what I can think of off the top of my head! There's a lot of content I've interacted with and a lot I haven't, so feel free to ask! I can't guarantee I'll grant every request/I am a busy college student and I don't have time to learn new characters and plots BUT I will do my best :) This is all for fun! Happy requesting ♡

[acadjonne]

so it occurs to me that i never posted about it and i only have one (1) good picture but!!! i cosplayed beat at con back in october!!!

[gravitysoda]

it’s a wonderful world! ✨

[shitpostingkats]

One of the best written games I've ever played.

[vannahfanfics]

It’s A Wonderful Life

Word Count: 1315

Fluff, Family Fluff, Post-Canon, Siblings

Summary: After all the stress and chaos of two Games, Rhyme is grateful for the little things in life.

Tap-tap, tippa-tap, tap-tippa-tap-tap-tap-tap.  

Rhyme drummed her fingers against the sides of her coffee mug as she waited patiently in front of the coffee machine. The water hissed and boiled in the confines of the machine; the robust aroma of coffee swirled in the air, whispering promises of bursting energy and delicious flavor if Rhyme could only wait just a few more moments. Of course, Rhyme wasn’t one of those people, a slave to the Keurig who required coffee to function; no, she simply enjoyed the taste of it, and thus treated herself to a cup once or twice a week. She liked to vary her diet, especially her breakfasts; she wasn’t like Beat, who’d consumed a massive protein shake and a heaping bowl of eggs and rice every morning for as long as they both could remember. 

Just as Rhyme was giggling to herself about the fact that her brother was shoveling over-easy eggs into his mouth with all the force of a high-powered vacuum at that very moment, the coffee machine clicked, and piping-hot coffee spewed into the glass pitcher. Rhyme waited until it was finished, then retrieved the crock and filled her coffee mug to the brim. She helped it up to her nose, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply; the tantalizing aroma of the brewed coffee beans drew a soft hum from what seemed like the depths of her soul. She didn’t need it to function, but boy, was it the highlight of her day when she chose to partake in it!

Rhyme was in a rather delightful mood now, and so she couldn’t help but wiggle her hips in a little happy dance while she flounced over to the kitchen table. She eased herself into the chair next to Beat, then daintily sipped at her coffee while she watched him. He was feverishly scooping eggs and rice in his mouth with one hand while the other was tracing paragraph after paragraph of his biology textbook, following along with his roving eyes. 

“Ready for your biology test?” Rhyme asked, followed by another light sip of her drink. 

“I could study for a hundred years, and I still wouldn’t be ready for this test, yo,” came his exasperated reply. He pulled his hand away from the book to promptly slam his forehead down in it. “This block is a nightmare, yo! Who knew that trees were so damn complicated?! I gotta know how the damn things grow, how they make fruits ‘n flowers, and even the damn types o’ trees! Decidu-ish? Conifer-ish? The hell!” 

Rhyme just nodded sympathetically while her older brother ranted. After returning from the Reaper’s Game three years ago, he really did double down on his academic efforts. That didn’t mean it came any easier to him, especially the fact-heavy sciences or abstract maths. This wasn’t the first last-minute cram session and morning lament that Rhyme had borne witness to. But Beat never let his frustration get him down for long; staunch as a bull, he heaved himself back up and resumed his ardent textbook reading. He grew more and more hunched as if proximity would make him glean the knowledge easier. 

This botany section has been particularly rough, Rhyme thought with a sympathetic tut. Even I would probably find the intricate details of trees to be a bit of a slog. They’re pretty and all, but I don’t think I would care to know that much about them. 

As she pondered the nature of botanical sciences and arborescent things, the proverbial lightbulb went off. Rhyme suddenly grinned to herself. Ah, I’ve got a great idea!

She snatched up a napkin and laid it on the table in front of her. She then plucked Beat’s spoon right out of her hands, earning a scandalized squawk from her brother. She paid it no mind; the gears of creativity were whirring in her brain, and so there was no room for social graces or etiquette. She spooned up a bit of the coffee, then began to carefully and deliberately drip it onto the napkin. 

“I wasn’t done with that,” Beat whined, but made no move to retrieve his utensil. He just plopped his cheek in his hand and watched Rhyme work. Just as she was no stranger to his frantic study binges, he was accustomed to her random strikes of artistic inspiration, wherein she would use whatever was handy to construct her vision. Bubblegum, sticky notes, matchsticks, dusty furniture, food—nothing was safe from Rhyme’s bursts of ingenuity, and since her family was quite used to them, their house was littered with her handiwork. This certainly wasn’t her first impromptu coffee drip painting; in fact, her entire collection of them adorned the refrigerator. This was actually at Beat’s insistence. Of all the spontaneous artwork that Rhyme made, the coffee stain creations were his favorite. 

Drip by drip, the liquid bleeding into the absorbent paper coalesced into the shadow of Rhyme’s overall vision. Once the base was formed, Rhyme began to add detail by drawing lines of coffee with the spoon. Gradually, the image emerged—spindly limbs sprouting from a broad trunk, plumes of leaves dancing in an invisible wind, apples bunched on the branches, ready to fall but suspended in time. It only took Rhyme a few minutes to turn the blank white canvas of the napkin into an impressive rendition of a lush apple tree, and she promptly offered the spoon back to Beat. 

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” 

“Right. ‘Borrow.’ ‘Cuz you totally didn’t just yoink it right outta my hand,” Beat laughed, taking the spoon back and digging right back into his egg and rice. After stuffing his cheeks full like a chipmunk, he turned back toward the textbook—only to find that Rhyme had set the completed artwork on top of it. He shot her a puzzled glance, and Rhyme giggled. 

“This is for you. It’s a good luck charm for your exam!” she chirped. “Do your best on your exam, then bring it home and hang it up with all the others.” 

Beat blinked dopily at her. Then, he swiftly swallowed the huge mouthful of food he had crammed into his mouth so he could flash her a blinding grin.

“I heard that, yo! Jus’ you watch; I’mma blow this test outta the water!” 

Rhyme giggled again as he resumed studying with gusto. She picked up her coffee and leaned back in the chair, sipping it casually while she watched Beat skim the book and mutter important things to himself. It was just an everyday, run-of-the-mill Friday morning, not much different than many of the Fridays that had come before. 

I’m so glad we got this second chance, Rhyme thought, smiling against the rim of the coffee cup. And it’s all thanks to you, Beat. I know that our parents are hard on you because they think you don’t work hard enough… But that’s okay. Because I know that you work hard for the things that really matter. 

For that, you’ll always be number one in my book… whether you know the difference between deciduous and coniferous trees or not!

Already, Rhyme’s creative mind was stirring again. She reached for another napkin, and, without looking up from his book, Beat held out his spoon for her. She took it with a chuckle and a sweet, quiet “Thanks!” 

Their parents would never know what they went through to have boring, typical mornings like this. And they didn’t have to. This was what they’d all worked so hard for, after all—so that anyone in Shibuya could have weird moments of creativity, and last-minute study sessions, and share breakfast with those they cared about. 

Coffee was usually the highlight of Rhyme’s day. But today, it was the simple fact that she was here, in Shibuya, enjoying breakfast with her big brother. It truly was a wonderful life. 

[basileef-sketches]

Happy belated twewy (and Nagi) day! Have some meme redraws

part 1

[syringaledraws]

Carry the partner 🤲

[chiricat]

i love beat :(

[kristoffs-lullaby]

The twewy kids…

[xshinina]

Trying out some Hyper Pop style

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bito y bitito

[kennycrows]

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[dogahed]

have fun, neku!

[sillymagicfroggie]

more assorted twewys :D