#steven universe crossovers

[dreamy-pill]

Idea for Steven and Luz fusion (Luven?): They can print glyphs on Steven's bubbles to give them elemental effects

I do agree that Steven and Luz will have fun. Luven is a very cute name for them. I like that very much. 🙂

I was watching Ms. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, and the part where Emma is floating underwater with Jake and screams air bubbles, I became inspired to draw this.

I almost gave up on this during the sketch so I didn’t include any glyphs, but I listened to some music and these are just some of the songs that made me think of this scene:

Thunderclouds

The Boys Are Back In Town

Bad Reputation

Gasoline

You Spin Me Right Round

Little Talks

Cherry Bomb

I remembered Boiling Gems by Hazard_Overflow on AO3 and that story inspired me. It’s what mainly inspired me in the first place. I don’t want to reveal any spoilers, but this is an AU of that AU. Boiling Gems is a really good read, and funny. It has lots of humor in it and serious parts in it that really pull you in. Definitely take a quick look at it.

I was feeling somewhat dramatic in the middle of this drawing, and I thought “wouldn’t it be cool if Steven’s gem powers reacted the same way as Rose’s laser light canons if certain type of glyphs were used on it? like, mixing the wind and plant glyph will cause a stormy and explosive result?” This is my take on the gem and glyph combo in a what if scenario where Steven’s bubble is technically a bomb and it cracks open from pent up energy, almost like an egg, and an array of light will shoot out from it like a laser beam.

(Maybe I should’ve added more and added a drawing of Steven and Luz’s light forms, which would’ve transformed into Luven and attacked their targeted enemy. This is okay I think. Im just so glad I finished it somewhat.)

I have a feeling the gem combo is a last-resort type of deal, so Luven doesn’t use it that often unless necessary.

After finishing the drawing, I just had the weirdest idea. You know what they did with Harry Potter in the fourth book/movie? When Harry sees his parents? I just imagines that Luven will accidentally do something similar to that and meet an astral version of either Camilla or Rose.

Was that a little too angsty? I just though it would be convenient for character development and plot building.

I hope you liked the drawing. 🙂

[procyoren]

Mabel painting Steven's nails, mayhaps?

Who do you think they’re talking about

[lenny-link]

TF2 x Steven Universe ⭐️

guess who’s bacc with another crossover au that nobody asked for 😎

pls dont ask me about lore/story/drawing fusions i have no idea i just wanted to draw the mercs as gems lol

but id love to hear ur ideas!

edit: if you ever wanna draw about this go ahead! just tag me :)

edit2: Fusions !

edit3: Lore !

[justarandomart]

What about you? What about me? Well you're here too We're here together ~

original screenshots :)

[the-invad3r]

This outfit was just too cute I had to see what Alastor would look like in Stevens Jacket.

[zntauri]

Nine Sols x Steven Universe crossover AU

do you guys see my vision

i might change some of the designs in the future idk also the roles are not exactly the same as in SU

the brainrot is so high the other day i thought "why doesnt this artist have more art of this crossover, im starving here" and THEN i realized that artist is me lmao my brain really turned off for a second slowly going insane fr

references ⬇️

[jibberjibbsart]

Supernatural “Power Hour” Part 22

Steven can’t explain this one with song

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[waystobuild-blog]

How a Ben 10 and Steven Universe Crossover would go.

[bonniecupcake]

Day after Valentines, giving you my crack ship 👐🍭💗

[berrybloss]

READY FOR NEXT GAME?

[minijenn]

And last but not least, the final commission of this bunch, for cruzj2018 over on deviantart, who wanted some cute bonding between the Pines twins and the Gems. Had fun drawing these, as well as all of the other commissions I did this round. Thanks to everyone who commissioned me!

Commissions are CLOSED!

[dreamy-pill]

Luz and Steven fusion!

I wanted to get a slightly better picture how they would look like in motion…

So…

I spent the past couple hours just trying to get the animation right, and I feel like I’ve finally done it. 😁😁😁

[johnny-dynamo]

Multiverse by Dan Mora

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #9

It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday. Well, as normal as it got when you were the ghost king of a supernatural hell dimension that casually brushed shoulders with every known reality in the multiverse. Danny Fenton, age 19, high school graduate, part-time fast food cashier, full-time eldritch entity, had long since learned that “normal” was a concept best left to sitcoms and people who didn’t accidentally blow up space-time during puberty.

And yet, even with the sheer absurdity of his afterlife-afterlife job description, Danny had not signed up for this.

Somehow—somehow—when he officially accepted the Crown of Fire and Frost and Bones and Whatever, the Infinite Realms had offered him a dowry. Not money. Not knowledge. Not a magical vacuum to clean the endless ghost slime dripping from the ceiling. No. It gave him the Infinity Stones.

Not knockoff ones. Not replicas. Not the “Earth-199999” post-snap pebbles Thanos crushed into ghost glitter. The original Infinity Stones. And now he wore them.

Not in a gauntlet. Because, quote, “That’s been done, and frankly, gauche,” according to the Reality Stone, which had rewritten itself into a choker necklace that constantly tried to re-style his outfit into something out of a Victoria’s Secret Angel runway. Today, it had settled on a see-through green silk robe with ghost fire embroidery, and Danny had to physically fight it to let him wear jeans. He won. Barely.

The Power Stone, a chunky magenta ring on his left thumb, liked to hum. Not dramatically or ominously, no. It hummed “Barbie Girl” during tense conversations. It buzzed like a vibrator when Danny was trying to intimidate enemy ghosts. It yodeled during peace treaties. Vlad Masters once tried to monologue at him and the stone responded with a chorus of flatulent noises at full volume. Danny hadn’t stopped laughing for ten minutes. Vlad has refused to visit the castle since.

The Time Stone dangled from a chain bracelet on his right wrist. Sometimes it glowed. Sometimes it whispered. Sometimes it sounded exactly like Clockwork and said stuff like, “Oh, I wouldn’t eat that sandwich, Daniel. You’ll get food poisoning in three hours and twenty-two minutes. It won’t kill you, but the diarrhea will haunt you.” It also had a deeply annoying habit of flashing forward into the future and spoiling every plot twist in the books he was reading. Danny tried to switch to manga, but the damn thing kept spoiling those too.

The Space Stone was an earring. A single, glowing, cerulean stud in his left lobe. It gave him migraines. Not just regular migraines. Cosmic, black-hole-level migraines that bent reality around him. Once, while sneezing mid-headache, he created a baby star in his bedroom. Another time, it opened a portal in the ceiling of his shower mid-rinse and sucked him naked into a Skrull pirate ship orbiting Saturn. He beat them with a loofah and threatened to scrub their insides out unless they sent him back. They now call him “Emperor Cleans-the-Flesh.”

Then there was the Soul Stone. It had attitude. It was a sulky little thing, disguised as a glowing orange knuckle ring he wore on his middle finger, which felt very appropriate. It didn’t talk much, but when it did, it sounded like a sad Tumblr user from 2013. Constantly making vague threats like, “What if I just… killed everyone you loved… just to feel something.” Danny once told it to go touch grass and it responded by manifesting a field of sentient grass that sang MCR lyrics at full blast. Sam loved it. Tucker was traumatized. Jazz refuses to discuss it.

And the Mind Stone.

God.

The Mind Stone.

A dainty gold earring that hung from his right ear and gave the impression of class. It had developed a voice that was part Morgan Freeman, part drunk Hannibal Lecter, and it spoke in Jazz’s cadence. So, essentially: it psychoanalyzed Danny nonstop with the world-weary patience of an overachieving older sibling with access to the DSM-5 and a deep, personal vendetta.

“Ah, yes. Classic deflection, Daniel. You’re not mad at the Time Stone for spoiling your anime. You’re mad at yourself for never learning to regulate your own expectations. Also, you are projecting unresolved paternal trauma onto that sandwich. Seek therapy.”

“I can’t seek therapy, I’m the Ghost King!”

“That’s exactly what someone with a savior complex and intimacy issues would say.”

Every time he thought it was quiet, it whispered new insults into his subconscious. Once, in the middle of a UN meeting about ghost-human diplomacy, it started narrating his intrusive thoughts. Danny had to teleport out before he screamed about his fear of turning into his dad mid-poop.

Now, normally? He could live with it. Ish. He’d learned to tune them out, like roommates you couldn’t evict because they were the literal embodiment of creation. But then SHIELD, or what was left of it, showed up.

Apparently, the multiverse was cracking. Again. Something-something-Kang, something-something-fracture points. Wong came in first, looked at Danny floating sideways in a gravity-less realm throne room while eating hot Cheetos, and just sighed like a man who knew he was underpaid.

“You’re the new anchor of the multiverse.”

Danny blinked. “I’m the what?”

“The stones chose you. Probably because you’re already tethered to the Infinite Realms. You’re their new keeper. Like… janitor of reality.”

“I didn’t ask to be the multiverse’s janitor.”

“Too bad. Put on pants. You’re meeting the Avengers.”

Spoiler: he did not put on pants. Reality Stone put him in tight leather shorts. Tony Stark showed up mid-briefing, took one look at Danny, and said, “Are we summoning ghosts or attending Coachella?”

“I am literally containing the building blocks of existence inside my earlobes, old man.”

Tony raised a brow. “Sassy.”

Steve Rogers had a panic attack. Bruce Banner tried to talk quantum containment strategy, but the Mind Stone insulted his PhD and called him “Emotionally repressed Dr. Jekyll.” Wanda Maximoff muttered something in Sokovian about chaos recognizing chaos. Peter Parker asked for a selfie. Thor offered to arm wrestle. The Space Stone teleported his arm off mid-match. Thor thought it was hilarious.

Then came Loki.

“Oh,” the trickster said, slinking into the realm uninvited. “You’re the one they gave the toys to.”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do not call them toys.”

The Soul Stone hissed. The Mind Stone said, “He has severe middle child energy. Classic narcissist. Avoid eye contact.”

Loki smiled wider. “I like you.”

“I hate you already.”

And then Deadpool showed up.

No one invited him. No one wanted him. He just… wandered in through a swirling green portal, wearing bunny slippers, sipping a Ghost Zone smoothie, and immediately licked the Time Stone.

“MMM. Tastes like trauma and Chrono-Cinnamon. Delicious.”

Danny screamed. Deadpool winked.

The next few weeks were a blur of chaos. Danny accidentally rebooted a dead star, causing an entire Kree fleet to bow to him as their sun god. The Reality Stone made his socks sentient. The Mind Stone helped him file ghostly taxes, then charged him emotional interest. Doctor Strange tried to exorcise the stones. Danny coughed up an entire timeline onto the Sanctum’s carpet. Wong still hasn’t forgiven him.

At one point, the Power Stone got bored and vaporized a celestial. Danny was grounded by the Living Tribunal for three days and had to sit in a corner of conceptual space thinking about what he did.

“Why me?” Danny whined to no one in particular.

“Because,” the Mind Stone whispered gently. “You are chronically self-sacrificing, catastrophically powerful, and an absolute sucker for lost causes. Also, you taste like ectoplasm and cinnamon toast. Reality finds that comforting.”

Danny covered his face with his hands. “I’m going to scream.”

“Do it,” the Soul Stone said. “Scream into the void. Feed me.”

“I hate you.”

“We love you, Daniel,” Time Stone whispered ominously.

“No you don’t!”

But they kind of did. In their own horrible, unholy, unhinged way.

And Danny? Danny was starting to get used to it.

He wore godhood like a teenager wears a secondhand hoodie—awkwardly, chaotically, and with a deep sense of “please don’t ask me to take responsibility for this.” But deep down, across realms and dimensions and timelines, Danny Phantom was no longer just a boy with ghost powers. He was the Keeper of Infinity, the King of the In-Between, and possibly the most dangerously unqualified celestial babysitter the multiverse had ever known.

God help them all.

[pinkiemachine]

…and again…

[h4nanabananaz]

furry jesus with pope yaoi