#cross fandom

[rxcyee]

i made a little something for the hijack community…

[bundle-0f-b0n3s]

FASHIONN ≧▽≦

The new episodes released and I wanted to draw Bendy in silly clothing

Here’s the close-up as well

Speaking of the new episode btw- Tord WHAT DID YOU DO?? ( ºΔº )

[thewheelerdiaries]

before we had byler we had naegami

[milkycarroway]

Wet Mon for a Wet Man

Drew this as a gift for a buddy chum pal o' mine.

cough cough

Oi, @littlesliceofcheese ‼️

btw, I know nothing about the game or this man, all I know is my friend is rabid over him

[tincan-fandomfreak]

Just got an idea. Misfortune in the tadc universe

I like imagining Jax trying to make a joke or bully her but then she randomly brings up a bit of her sad past and it completely throws him off and he just stares at her like “wtf”

Ragatha would kinda see herself in misfortune and would try her very best to make her happier here in the circus, definitely changes the subject whenever she says something depressing

Pomni would try her best to be nice around her but would just feel really uncomfortable around her whenever she lore drops on her

Zooble gives me cool aunt vibes so they’d probably get along.

Gangle and misfortune would definitely draw together, praising the lil girl on her art pieces. I feel like she’d get flashbacks of some kind when misfortune talks about Benjamin

Idk what to say about kinger, I’m sure he’d like her

Caine would love her. She’d love his adventures and I think their dynamic would be great

Bubble would just be like a dog to misfortune

Also, her digital form would definitely be one of those wooden pull along duck toys, that just feels too perfect to not make her into

[delicatetigerobject]

theres something wrong with me but surely if i do more minecraft it will fix whatever that is

will post the drawings of each of them separately later :)))

[tiredsleepywriter]

young rabbot at welton academy? (dead poet's society)

Abbot calls him Robby while everyone else called him Robinavitch. Keating perpetuated it.

Michael Robinavitch is the “future doctor”. The one teachers point to when they talk about discipline and promise. But there’s another side of him he keeps hidden.

A worn notebook full of poetry he writes late at night and never reads out loud. Lines about fear, about time, about how much better t'd be if he just faded away.

Then Jack Abbot arrives senior year, Robby's new roommate.

He’s meant for the military. Officer track, polished future, controlled power. The kind of path that values confidence more than reflection.

And Abbot has confidence in abundance.

He’s effortlessly smart in a way that makes studying look optional. He doesn’t seem to work for anything, which is infuriating to half the faculty and fascinating to everyone else. He’s popular immediately—charming, loud, social in a frat-like way that makes even strict teachers hesitate before calling him out.

And then there’s poetry.

Abbot takes to it like everything else: boldly, publicly, almost obnoxiously. He reads aloud without hesitation, leaning back in his chair like he owns the room.

When Robby's father passes, where else is there to go but into the arms of his roommate and confidant?

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I'm kinda obsessed with this idea rn. WIP!!