#steven universe dr

[cosmosdaydream]

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My Closet in My Steven Universe DR

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[weedle-testaburger]

you have no idea how hyped i am for the new episode

[8-0mph]

[jellybe-gets-creative]

I fiiiiinally did it! This is from the Stobotnik Steven Universe AU based on @ahkaraii sketches and doodles! This AU surprised me very much and I totally love steven universe and these two idiots (genius) xD so I was totally inspired. The idea that they go rogue with pronouns is so funny and I can imagine how they do their stuff together when they discover that they don’t need to do what they used/forced to do!

Ah so many possibilitys and I would love to read that fanfic or see new fanarts!

Robotnik is a red emerald and stone a purple zircon and their (love) fusion is a Heliotrope.

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[sumac-comic]

Please do not repost.  Feel free to reblog though! (Dun goofed and posted this on my personal blog. Oops)

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Bismuth: You must be Connie's...

Peridot: The term is mother.

Bismuth: Right, mother. Peridot was about to give us here update on Steven's condition. Why don't we head inside?

Dr. Maheswaran: What's the prognosis, Peridot?

Peridot: Hmm, it's hard to day. Steven is such a unique case. But with your help Dr. Maheswaran, I think we can delay the inevitable.

[dynomaniac]

Here’s some characters am a fan of.

[trdearie]

You know, when the doctor said Lux's body was made out of light, I immediately thought of Steven Universe!!

And this scene is where these two come in, the old man with a fragile heart and the god who likes to play with humans' feelings (　；∀；)

[tired-demonspawn]

some lil concepts and thangs inspired by @ahkaraii's gem au :)

first some possible fusion designs:

hmm only question is how would they come about... what was that? a fusion dance? never heard of such a concept.

and finally their alternate corrupted designs which i like calling grinning mantis and office chair with an attitude:

also connected to this, i thought of a fun episode concept:

a centipede type episode where stone gets released and partially uncorrupted, to try and question him about a)the [insert plot significant place he was found at while corrupted] and b) how come him and the red topaz were chill w each other when usually when two different corrupted gem types are around they're territorial, not collaborative

this, unfortunately for the crystal gems, leads nowhere. if nowhere is stone releasing eggman

funny fact: the entire episode stone continues to have his gem hand on his shoulder protectivelly, much like his fully corrupted self, but when reaching for robotnik's gem bubble he does so with both hands

anyway, when reformed the crystal gems note that the bixbite isnt attacking "hammerhead", if anything "hammerhead" is actually pointing it towards their hiding places and warning it against attacks

eggman gets poofed(again) and thats when stone starts to freak out back into full corruption(hands going back to his shoulders), fights the crystal gems and also gets poofed(again)

anyway yea :)

[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.

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

WOWOOWWOWOO im going to pelt him with rocks 💖

[cosmosdaydream]

Sophia Universe Desired Reality

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I picture this reality as like a 90s teen series. Small town mysteries with just enough chaos. I've incorporated elements or characters from other shows I like while keeping all my favorite things from the main show. I want the mystery of Gravity Falls, with cryptids and everything.

"Keep Beach City Weird"

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.⊹˖ᯓ★ Beach city small town midwest vibes to remind me a bit of home. thrift stores, comic shops, beach parties are all a must. just a mysterious little town.

.⊹˖ᯓ★ Friends I've never had a cool solid group of friends. I can imagine late night boardwalk walks, going to the arcade, exploring the beach and forest. In the show you dont see steven having a lot of solid human friendships his age. I want adventures and mischief that dont just envolve the crystal gems.

.⊹˖ᯓ★ The Gems I love the gems and cant wait to go on missions. But I dont want to spend my entire childhood being traumatized so I scripted the heavier show stuff doesnt happen until at least late teens. I'd like to think I'd be capable on missions. I have my gem weapon thats a bow and half of Rose's Powers.

.⊹˖ᯓ★ Band I've never picked up an instrument. But the music in su is always a bop. This reality might as well be a musical. I'd love to do some live beach performances with steven and friends while on a bass guitar. I scripted that I'm good at coming up with lyrics on the spot so I could have those fun songs in the show.

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anyways. I just wanted to yap about my DR. This is really just a reality of my favorite childhood comfort characters and healing my inner teen. I think everyone should have a reality that would make your child self estatic. if you do please share! I love seeing rare DRs

Happy Shifting!

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[jennifervargash]

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[8-0mph]

Chapter Eight, Stops and Starts.

Sorry for the wait.

[roninreverie]

Can we all take a moment to appreciate the range of Toks Olagundoye?

Like I knew about Mel, Nanefua, and Mrs. Beakly... but KRANG LADY threw me for a loop! 😆 How am I just now realizing?

[rhymeswithfart]

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[chonkymoth]

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