#diary of a wimpy kid crossover

[creepst-crypt]

Pure Brain rot. I don’t know why I made this. Maybe it’s bc I haven’t taken my meds or the summer heats just getting to me.

[evapo-rated]

“The kids that like drawing”

Alt:

+Doodles!!

I made Like 5 different titles when posting this everywhere else 😭😭😭

Love these guys (except Greg no one likes him I will shove this man into a shredder). I grew up with all of these except BN actually!!! And kept up with all of them. It is kind of weird I’m into BN now besides being like tunnel visioned focused on the other ones ESPECIALLY captain underpants. But I don’t mind! I still enjoy the books anyways.

Much love to these lil fellers 💖💖💖

[spilledmilkii]

I shall see myself out immediately

[anastasia-queen]

"Her Wimp and His Dork" (Art by MangodragonAAA)

Behold, a new crack ship pairing. Grekki is a byproduct of Diary of Wimpy Kid and Dork Diaries fandom subreddits constantly dissing each other series back then. The creation of Grekki/Grikki initially started as a joke, and now it is a supposedly well-liked and unironic ship. You may see it sometimes randomly on either series subreddit. Technically, this ship is old because the traces of this pairing supposedly existed since 2015. However, around 2020, a notice of resurgence of Grekki's artworks on the internet arose.

If you are wondering what my thoughts are on the ship Grekki? I ship it unironically. (I know what a shame I am.😞)

[itzpris-art]

greg heffley and nikki maxwell met up and did an art trade

aka greg in the dork diaries artsyle, and nikki in the diary of a wimpy kid artstyle. drawn by me :) i think i did a decent job at replicating the artstyles,,

greg's look is from one of the movies, i think. idk i just referenced this render on deviantart and nikki's is from the character profile from the website

[lalalychee-x]

"You say Tomato, I say Tomato." — Cassie x Rodrick

FIRE REQUEST it's like 22 days late, I'm so sorry... from 💤🐞 sleepy ladybug anon! I had so much fun doing this (had to include some American slander). Feel free to drop more requests, guys! I have a break in my exam schedule at the moment so I'm finishing up previous requests!! PLEASE ALSO DROP FEEDBACK IF U WANT (also so ik you've seen it because I feel so bad that this is so late..), I ADORE TALKING TO ALL YOU ANONS MWA! cw: anorexia, self harm mentioned, cigarettes/smoking, fluff and angst-y sorta, american-slander, eating disorders, sweet cheek kisses, romantic undertones

Rodrick thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees her at his band’s gig—a girl who floats instead of walks, eyes all glittery and strange, wearing a sheer slip dress and boots that don’t match. She tells him his band is “sweet, like cupcakes” in that airy British accent, and he’s confused whether he’s being mocked or adored.

Cassie’s on a weird gap year. She ran away from Bristol on a Tuesday with a suitcase full of lace and pills she didn’t take. America’s ridiculous, she decides, especially the boys. Rodrick says “pants” when he means trousers and “restroom” when he means toilet. She tells him he talks like a Disney Channel character and he calls her “Mary Poppins with a drug problem.”

Rodrick pushed through the side door of the venue, boots skidding on slick concrete, ears still ringing with the crash of symbols and a feedback scream that definitely wasn’t part of the setlist. The night air hit his face like a cold slap, but it was welcome. Another crap gig, even if he swore it was getting better. Muffled boos, but not as much. Someone threw a half-eaten sandwich. Classic.

He muttered something under his breath—maybe "fuck this town"—and kicked a discarded Monster can into the grass.

Then he saw her.

Sitting just past the edge of the parking lot in a patch of wet grass, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched like she’d forgotten how sitting worked. Blonde hair tousled and haloed in streetlamp glow, Cassie looked like a painting someone spilled wine on. Her fingers trembled faintly as she pinched a small baggie between them, staring at it like it might float.

Rodrick paused, concerned for her wellbeing as anyone else would. Took her in visually with raised eyebrows.

“You good?” he called out.

She blinked slowly, then turned her head like an owl might—deliberate, dreamy. “You were the one screaming into the microphone.”

He huffed a humorless laugh, dragging his hand through his hair. “Yeah. Not my best.”

Cassie patted the grass beside her. “It’s alright. I like it when boys scream. Means they’re still alive.”

Rodrick stepped over a patch of damp dirt and collapsed beside her with almost a cackle for a laugh. “Well shit. You’re a character.”

She giggled—soft and light, like windchimes swaying. “So are you. You're all…" she gestured vaguely at his eyeliner and band tee, "American...Teenage dirtbag. Loud music. Soft eyes."

Rodrick side-eyed her. “You high right now?”

“Little bit.” She shrugged. “Would you like to be?”

He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, the flame briefly illuminating the smudge of eyeliner under one eye. He took a long drag and exhaled into the night. “Nah. I’m already depressed. Don’t need help.”

Cassie laughed again, quiet and sweet, like they were sharing a secret instead of oxygen. “You’re funny.”

They sat in silence for a minute. Just grass. Night air. The wet hum of faraway traffic.

“I wanted to be a rockstar,” Rodrick said suddenly, like it had been building in his throat all night. “Still kinda do. But... like. That was our fifth gig this month and we keep getting kicked out halfway through. So I dunno. Maybe I’m just the guy with a van and certified joke of a GPA.”

Cassie looked at him, the kind of look that felt like a telescope rather than a mirror. “You could still be. People like you always could be. You’ve got the... the loud sadness.”

Rodrick blinked. “Loud sadness?”

She nodded solemnly. “It’s like glitter, but in your voice.”

He choked on a laugh. “Jesus Christ.”

Cassie leaned her head on his shoulder, totally unbothered, like they'd known each other more than five minutes. “I like boys like you. Sad, scrappy. Dreaming so loud they shake apart.”

Rodrick stared down at the top of her head, her curls catching little flecks of night dew.

“…You’re fucking weird.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He tapped ash into the grass. “I kinda like it.”

Rodrick passed her the cigarette. Cassie took it without looking, fingers brushing his in that fleeting way that made it feel like she might float off if he breathed too hard.

She exhaled slow. “Well, the feds didn't.”

Rodrick blinked. “What?”

She turned her head, resting her cheek against her drawn-up knee. “You asked if I was good. I said I was. I lied. But the feds didn’t, so... I'm still here.”

His face scrunched. “...What the hell does that mean?”

“I dunno.” She grinned, teeth white in the streetlamp. “Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it?”

She let the silence linger, before plucking at the damp grass beside her.

“I ended up in the psych ward once,” she said, voice light as ever. “Sixth form. Had to wear socks so I wouldn’t slip in the showers. Isn’t that funny?”

Rodrick coughed a little, caught between confusion and concern. “Wait—what, like... like the hospital? That kind of psych ward?”

“Mhmm.” She nodded. “Anorexia nervosa. Amongst other things.” A beat. “I didn’t eat for three days once. So I could be lovely.”

“Three days?”Rodrick’s brain stalled. “Okay. Damn. That’s... a lot of words. I—what the hell is sixth form?”

She giggled again, like it was all one big cosmic joke. “Oh. Right. You’re American. Well this is America. Sixth form’s like... the last two years of high school for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Rodrick muttered, scratching behind his ear. “Sounds like your version’s got way more trauma. And worse cafeteria food.”

Cassie didn’t laugh this time. She just looked at him, glassy-eyed, like she was there and somewhere else all at once. “I didn't really eat the food, I couldn't tell you.”

Rodrick cleared his throat. “I mean... it doesn’t sound too good. Like, actually.”

Cassie hummed. “I survived it, though. Got out. Came here. Did a little coke. Met a rockstar.”

“‘Rockstar’ is generous.”

“Hmm. You’ve got the eyeliner for it. You look like you've been bloody bashed in the face, though.”

Rodrick glanced at her, unsure whether to laugh or shut up. He chose both.

Cassie smiled again, softer this time. “People think I’m always on something. Sometimes I am. Mostly I’m just tired.”

He looked at her. Really looked. And said nothing, just nudged the cigarette between them again.

Rodrick shifted, flicking ash off the end of his cig, eyes on the orange glow.

“I burn myself too,” he said suddenly, like the words were ripped from the back of his throat. “Like... not for any deep reason. Just—when shit gets loud, and I don’t wanna punch a wall or scream in someone’s face.”

Cassie blinked slowly, turning her head like she wasn’t sure if she’d misheard.

He glanced over at her, half-smirking like he was waiting to be called a freak. “I mean, it’s dumb. It’s not like your story or whatever. Just some little marks on my arm. Doesn’t even blister half the time.”

Cassie looked at him for a second too long. Then—

She laughed.

Not loud, not mocking. Just this fluttery, off-kilter laugh like wind chimes in the wrong key. Like she was high and weightless and full of glittering dust instead of blood.

“That’s so silly,” she said, voice lilting and sleep-drunk. “You, burning yourself on purpose. Like some moody cowboy with a secret. Ooh, edgy.”

Rodrick flushed, but not out of embarrassment. More like warmth of knowing someone else was beside him, going through something similar yet so different. “Jesus, thanks.”

“No—no, I like it,” she said, brushing her hand against his wrist for a moment, featherlight. “It’s very... rock and roll of you.”

“Is that British for mentally ill?”

Cassie giggled again. “Might be.”

And then, without warning, she leaned in.

Rodrick stiffened as her lips pressed against his cheek—barely even a kiss, more like a warm breath of contact, and then gone. Her hair smelled like someone else’s perfume, borrowed and fading.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, blinking like the kiss had been a slap.

Cassie just looked back at him, blank-faced for a beat, then shrugged.

“You said you’re not a rockstar,” she said, eyes fluttering half-shut. “But I think you’re close.”

Rodrick opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He just watched her lean back onto the grass again, arms stretched out like she was catching starlight with her fingers.

He’d never met anyone like her before. And that scared the hell out of him.

♡ Please do not modify, steal, plagarise or post on other platforms without asking. Thank you!

divider creds: @cursed-carmine

[c313f4-r]

Hmm

(Not a ship) I’m still getting the hang of this app

[socio-heffley]

I kinda lowkey ship these two, like I know they ain’t from the same universe but they would be cute together like please can someone else see this please

I hope I ain’t cringe for shipping these two

[camellia-salazar]

April's drawings and doodles!! Get ready! 🎉🌟

At first, I was gonna draw ARG tangled in some rope, but then the rope looked like a ribbon, so I made Gangle into a monster instead. Also, I drew two of the most underated cats from Warriors ever, especially Lionheart.

(I started this first but finished it second). Drawings of certain characters cause their birthdays this month, except for Colin his birthday is at the end of March. I just forgot to draw him. I just love how Cody, Popee, and Waluigi share the same birthday, tho. 🎉

Edit: (No offense to those born on April 1st, btw).

I was writing a story with these six, inspired by The New Prophecy. But I haven't written it in some time. Idk if I'll ever continue it. I don't think I'll post it anywhere, either. Probably.

The next two drawings I started a month or so ago but didn't finish until this month.

Took quite a while to finish, but I'm glad I did. Idk where this takes place yet, but it is a scene from that crossover I keep thinking about but never really writing down.

Either takes place before or after the drawing above it, I don't really remember. What I do know, tho is that I drew these drawings because idk I just felt like Adam would have interesting interactions with some other characters.

I rushed this at the end. I did not want to leave it out. I want a clean slate next month. God damn it. I love crossovers, how bout you?

More about the Multifandom lore and other stuff below if you want:

Characters who die in canon that end up in the place (idk what to call it) keep being in the clothing that they died in. (Rip Ram and Kurt from Heathers: the Musical). (Spoilers warning if needed) So Adam is stuck with his robe he wore during the war with Charlie and the others from the hotel.

Also, about the 3rd drawing, like I said, it's an idea I had that, yes, takes place in the same crossover thing I think about. The colors in the background of each kiddo are involved in it, too.

The first two drawings are pretty much just some random doodles (idk what to do with the one with ARG and monster Gangle) while the other three kinda have stories to them that may or may not be written or animated on someday. (God, I hope that last sentence made sense).

Oh, and Bluey, Bingo and their cousins got to visit the Cul-De-Sac cause of a reason that's also in the multifandom/crossover I think about, I don't know if I should explain it or not. Meh.

BTW I've tried to match the original art styles of everything before, but this time, I've taken some steps forward. The hardest thing to figure out is the claynimated ones like Orel, Clay, and Claire. But I managed (for now, probably).

Edit: i went back and fixed it, I feel so much better about it now.

I even tried to have it seem like Bluey and others are slowly transitioning to the EEnE art style a bit.

But anyways, thanks for looking at my art and reading my rant! (If you did, if not, don't worry)

Have a good one! 🌟✨️✨️👋

(i keep forgetting to include my logo in my fanarts, but whatever, maybe next time, maybe next year ill start. Idk.)

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

[grekkiweek]

Grekki Week 2025 Update and Reminder.

Remember, there are three weeks left before the Grekki week starts. Anyway, on a side note, I decided to update the previous poster for Grekki Week because the previous one looked pretty amateurish and bland, so I made this new one. I also added some new context for the rules of the accepted submission types for Grekki Week.

By the way, all the Nikki and Greg edits you see here were created by Regular_Ad3164 on Reddit. Anyway, that's it for now for this update for Grekki Week. I can not wait to see what you all create! (Side note: If you missed Grekki Week, we always accept late submissions.)

Remember: Grekki Week starts on June 18 and ends on June 28.

Prompts:

Day 1: Red String of Fate Day 2: Trapped Together in a Closet Day 3: Conflicted Feelings Day 4 Cosplay Characters Day 5: Battle of the Bands Day 6: Prom Night/Love Confession Day 7: Movie Theatre Date Day 8: Through Each Other Eyes (Diary Swap) Day 9: Families Collide Day 10: First Kiss

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it?

Its as if cheating on Julie wasn't enough, he now puts his fucking burger on the exposed table his parents have probably fornicated on while he's out

[ancientpersacom]

I fuckin knew Luka reminded me of someone.

You can’t tell me Rodrick wouldn’t think Luka is cool as hell “dude your mum lets you dye your hair?!?” type beat.

[anastasia-queen]

More Grekki Art (From RedditKemrit)

I find this art humorous. Fun Fact, anyone? The art you see now is one of the earliest fan art depicting this ship.

[jacksonsmithforreal]

How the hell do people compare you to Greg Heffley?

I bet I'm more of Greg Heffley than you are.

I bet it's because Greg keeps a diary, like how I did.

[softpawsxd]

Meet my one and only Fictional Crush Trio, Starring JailBreak, Rodrick n' Dib Membrane!

(And yes, It's inspired from one of @franklydearyaoi's old 2023 arts…)