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cody scribble before bed. probably very bad but i cant tell whats wrong or right anymore bc ive been messing around and looking at it for too long th
@fweem replied to your photo “cody scribble before bed. probably very bad but i cant tell whats…”
a good code!
AW THANK YOU! a code just for you
I wanted to see how she’d look with colored-in pupils.
(plus original for comparison)
i’m gonna keep doing these edits until someone tells me to stop tbh
wow its been a little while since i last posted but heres a littles fan art of Mr Starchman from Paranatural
i was talking with my brothers yesterday and we decided the best way to own a guy who takes off his shirt to fight you is to pick his shirt up and put it on
Homestuck allusion in Paranatural!
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Hey, Paradox Space fans
If you've enjoyed Summerteen Romance, go check out the web comic Paranatural. It’s by Zack Morrison (firstnamezacklastnamemorrison), the same guy who wrote and co-illustrated Summerteen Romance and has also done a bunch of other comics for PXS.
Paranatural is one of the best comics I’ve ever read. It’s about a group of kids who can see ghosts and spirits, and they use superpowers to fight harmful spirits. (Okay, that description isn’t entirely accurate, but that’s the simplest way to describe it.)
Everything about Paranatural is fantastic. The plot, characters, humor, facial expressions, dialogue, pacing, foreshadowing, art, world building, alt text, everything. It’s hilarious, clever, action-packed, and even tugs at the heartstrings. Every single character, including (maybe especially?) the antagonists, is likeable and entertaining.
Here's a preview:
I cannot emphasize this comic enough. Homestuck may be the comic I’m most obsessed about, but Paranatural is my favorite. Go read it; it’s amazing!
Paranatural is another webcomic that I really love, and I highly suggest that you check it out. Like with my Cucumber Quest fan art, I tried to combine my style with the comic's. Here are three of my favorite characters, two of which were introduced in chapter 4. (Dr. Zarei is wearing her outfit from the cast page.)
Hey... I hear you're asking for are suggestions... how about 4A for Stephen's mom?
Palette - Forest and Fire
This looks really nice, thank you! I especially love how floofy you've made his cloud... hair? Yeah let's just call it hair.
for @rainwvalker who said: “Umm if ya wanna how about some king C action”
he was so much fun! i had to mess around with brushes a little to get the effect i wanted and i love the brush now. im probably going to doodle with it a little more and see.
Such a face of unbridled rage can only belong to The Johnny Jhonny. (I love it, thank ye)
"Send me a ✍ and a character and I’ll draw the character horribly on MS Paint." I have two words for you: Johnny. Jhonny.
Life’s greatest mystery: is this a drawing of Shou Suzuki or Johnny Jhonny?
Send me a ✍ and a character and I’ll draw the character horribly on MS Paint.
max tries several unimpressive new tactics
pnat secret santa 2023
Hi everyone, we're back for another year! Make sure to read through this post for the introduction, application form, and schedule!
What Is Paranatural Secret Santa?
Paranatural Secret Santa is an event that takes place during the holiday season. You get assigned to a person to make a gift for, you create that gift, and you also receive a gift! This secret Santa is themed after the webcomic Paranatural, so if you are a fan of it and create fan content, this is perfect for you!
Gifts can be fanart, fanfic, panel edits, graphics, ect! Whatever you feel like creating.
Application Form
You can apply for the Secret Santa here! (x)
Schedule
November 20th - December 6th: applications open
December 7th - December 10th: applications closed, assignments created and sent out
December 11th - December 24th: working period
December 25th - January 21st: posting/receiving/extension period
Since the event got up and running later than usual this year, we're extending the posting period into late January. Make sure to tag this blog in your post and also use the tag pnatsecretsanta2023 so your gift can be reblogged!
If you have any questions/comments/concerns feel free to contact us! Thanks everyone, and let's have another awesome Secret Santa!
thank you for the pnat art. Your Sauls are fun and your OCs are neat. I hope you have a good day :)
im so glad you enjoy my art!!! im sorry paranatural fanart isn’t really my focus. thank u so so much for enjoying my saul and oc drawings, that really means a lot and im super glad you like them!! here are some pnat doodles for you anon!! i’m sorry i don’t draw fanart for this comic enough, i hope you have a good day too! thank you so much :-)
Oh! This is such fantastic work! I adore how each member of Johnny's Gang are depicted in their battle introduction (for the snowball fight) and Johnny's panicking over the shades is so well done! I love every bit of this, thank you so so much! <3
Hello @gatortavern ! I was your Paranatural Secret Santa this year! I had so much fun with your prompts, so I really hope you enjoy it!
@paranaturalsecretsanta
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Happy holidays, @junk-thrillz! I got to be your @paranaturalsecretsanta this year. I really had fun thinking of potential ways to sneak all the prompts in, although I didn't get all of them. I couldn't think of a good Werewolf Violet idea in my head, so I did the next best thing and threw a werewolf *at* Violet instead. I hope you enjoy it!
What a wonderful Johnny! All the little touches on him are so magnificent!
Older Johnny
Before the bottom of chapter 3 page 34 reveals that he saw Isaac use his weather powers, you can see him go from his earlier position staring at nothing in particular to focusing on Isaac! Zack's little details are such a nice touch.
Reminder: He was not unconscious. He was just laying there silently.
Massive thanks to both @paranaturalpop and @mas-y-menos for helping me rediscover this gem of a fancomic! Gave me a serotonin boost like you wouldn't believe, and reignited some ideas for some stories! All the best to you both!
my prediction for whats gonna go down re: johnny developing ghost powers
This is fun!
Who wants a Paranatural Tool random generator?
(I’m posting the link to it in the reblog to this because I think Tumblr is being weird about links rn)
What's a day in Mayview if it doesn't include falling from a great height?
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This is some pretty awesome art, good job!
Plz draw my girl Dr. Zarei
Oh Absolutely!
We love an icon who pulls off being both a badass and an absolute gay disaster
I wonder if the role of those two is ever going to expand at some point.
Max's city friends trying to text him again: How was your first week in the new town?
Max: I solved at least 4 people's emotional issues and was rewarded by being trapped here forever. I'm also being stalked and blackmailed and a kid broke my scooter. On the bright side, I'm basically a superhero.
Damien and Sam: You know you don't have to make stuff up. It's only been 6 days, we didn't expect much of a report
When Max gets pulled into Spirit Trance again in Chapter 4, there's a better look at the background. Sand dunes and what looks like pyramids in the distance. We know that when Spirit Trance involves more than one spirit, the world takes on characteristics of both spirits, as seen with Patchworm and the Ghost Train:
Sphinxes can easily be associated with both a desert environment and pyramids, so there might be more fuel for this theory here.
Also as Max is falling after being repelled by the ghost train, right before he loses consciousness there's something on his back:
Those could be the wings of a Sphinx preventing him from becoming a splat on the ground. After all, if this Sphinx hijacking a ride is the reason Max became a spectral, and it did so to get into Mayview, what good would it do to have its ride die outside the barrier, leaving it right back where it started?
The B.E.R.G possessing Max isn’t a piece of the shadow spirit
I recently read through chapter 5, and with the last two pages that have been released I noticed something that I think gives away the identity of the spirit hiding in Max. I think that whatever is in Max is a very powerful, or maybe even the leader of the Sphinxes.
First, back in Chapter 3, when BERG is speaking to Doorman, he exclaims, “ ARROGANCE. YOUR POWER IS NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF. RIDDLES AND WORD GAMES.” And so far, both our Sphinx of Games and Twuth have powers that manifest through words.
Additionally, BERG alludes to his faction. When we first met the Sphinx of Games he ran off saying that “the others” will hear about this. And until now that just seemed like an empty threat. When Doorman is contemplating about Max’s situation:
He says “one of the s-” Now I’m kinda grasping at straws on this one, but the freaky shadow spirit seems to be an independent entity, but we now have proof that the sphinxes are a group and it’s entirely possible that the sentence could have finished as “one of the sphinxes.” I’m thinking that this chapters gonna end with BERG kinda revealing himself to Sphinx of Twuth to get him to bug off.
Now I can’t unhear Marvin the Martian whenever RJ speaks. Thanks for that, lmao
Look, I love the changes in art style over time, but I will never forgive Morrison for going from ‘RJ’s face is always shrouded in shadow’ to ‘RJ is Marvin the martian’
just adding that she has very similar, if not the same energy color as the Sphinx of Truth:
Will this mean anything? Probably not, but if Zack’s going the kinda-sleazy-conman-with-a-heart route (or perhaps just the tried and true lovable asshole route), then the interactions between Truth’s power and how Scabs could theoretically sidestep those truth powers activating on her while allowing them to be used on others to the fullest extent...that’d be a rather interesting interaction!
Scabs in this update here to uplifit my spirits, water my crops, and ruin my years-old headcanons about how she might act. Dropkicking my soul into writing that story I’ve had for a while about her. Digging the color of her spectral energy, and I wonder about her backstory.
Right now she’s kinda giving off Kuzco energy (maybe start-to-mid-movie Kuczo?). We’ll see how this progresses.
Scabs in this update here to uplifit my spirits, water my crops, and ruin my years-old headcanons about how she might act. Dropkicking my soul into writing that story I’ve had for a while about her. Digging the color of her spectral energy, and I wonder about her backstory.
Right now she’s kinda giving off Kuzco energy (maybe start-to-mid-movie Kuczo?). We’ll see how this progresses.
The Jang and the Snowball Spectacle
Yo @godhatesverizon, I was your @pnatsecretsanta this year! You said you liked some good ol’ fashioned Jang and some snow, and who doesn’t love some seasonally appropriate shenanigans from the Mayview bullies? Apologies that this is so late, but I hope you enjoy the lunacy these goofballs get up to!
For all its quirks and oddities, one would expect the weather itself to be one of the last things to distinguish a town such as Mayview from its neighboring areas. This would, of course, be incorrect for freak hurricane-related reasons, but also for the small fact that in its geographical niche, the temperature can jump from pleasantly middling weather to negative five degrees in the span of half a night. So it was that when the people of Mayview awoke from their slumber that they were greeted with so much snow it buried their feet, when mere days before it was only cool enough to warrant a jacket.
The whoops and hollers of children and children-at-heart alike echoed in RJ’s ears as they set off for Johnny’s place, bundled in their warmest snowflake-patterned hoodie and steel blue gloves. The rest of their friends greeted them with a wave as they approached his house, and the group pulled into a huddle to discuss the day’s proceedings. “So what’s the plan for dealin’ with the mutant nerds today?” Stephen asked as the group turned their eyes to their crimson haired leader.
Johnny took a deep breath.
“Nothin’.” “WHAT?!” Ollie and Stephen cried in unison.
“We’ve been goin’ over this for too long and we’re clearly gettin’ a little burned out. I had ta force ya to sleep yesterday, Stephen, and the rest of us weren’t much better. So this is gonna be our day off. No thinkin’ about weirdo flyin’ people, or shootin’ lightning, or purple gunk. It’s just gonna be us an’ the snow. Tomorra’ we’ll look over everythin’ with fresh faces an’ we’ll get all the info we need outta the nerds. Today…” He threw his arms out, inviting the rest to take in the white wonderment surrounding them.
“Today we make the biggest ball of death this town has ever seen!” If the fire in the group’s eyes could leave their ocular prisons, there would be no snow left.
“YEAH!” Stephen whooped. “We setting it loose on Wicker Road again?” “Can we please not push the whole thing uphill like last year?” Ollie said through his smile, knowing his plea would be futile.
Purple gunk? came the message from RJ’s phone. Their leader’s eyes flicked to it for a second, before sliding to the side, as if unsure. Within an instant the phone was put away and the message forgotten, his wide grin returning and the flare in his eyes reigniting.
“Trust me, it’s gonna be the biggest and best ball we’ve done yet! NOW LET’S GET TO IT!” “YEAH!!” the others shouted, and the four took off to mold doom from the innocent fluff.
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After ten minutes, the Jang regrouped to see the fruits of their labor and to pick a starting ball. Stephen’s ball, barely bigger than the palm of his hand, was the smallest of the lot. He attributed this to thinking he had found Mothman prints, but closer inspection had just revealed them to be raccoon tracks. Johnny tried to move his ball a little more and groaned when it fell apart in his hands. Ollie’s was bigger than the rest, but rebelled against its circular bretheren by taking the shape of a football. RJ’s ball was the roundest of the four, if a little on the smaller side. The group set RJ’s ball off to the side, and held somber eulogies for the other failed balls.
The subsequent pummeling back into the powder they were born from was markedly less somber.
The beginnings of the Deadly Doom Ball of Ultimate Destruction (named by Stephen) were humble, as the small orb graciously munched the snow laying neatly behind Johnny’s house. Its appetite grew with its size; by the time it devoured the last white flakes daring to exist in Johnny’s backyard, it reached RJ’s torso. The desecration of snow spread as the ball, now guided by two pairs of hands, absorbed the fallen flakes lying beside the sidewalk, making its way up the street.
“So,” Ollie said, turning to stare at Johnny, who was eyeing the path ahead for obstacles, “we taking it to the Usual Spot, or somewhere new?” “Can we not do the steepest hill again? That was so disappointing,” Stephen said, remembering how the previous year’s ball went only a few feet before cracking in half.
“Yeah, pushing that thing up there was a nightmare,” Ollie added, reminiscing on the four of them desperately digging into the snow with their backs to the ball, taking victory in inches.
“Nah, we’re gonna go partways up t’ the school and run it down the road!” Johnny cried out.
“Ngh..I really hope it doesn’t break this time,” Stephen huffed.
The four continued up the street, the ball greedily adding to its mass as they huffed and chatted about things such as potential fort designs and seeing how many snowballs they could throw into Jeff’s hair.
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As the Corner Store came into view, a sniffle caught Johnny’s attention, and he turned to examine his pals. With his red nose and cheeks, Ollie looked like he had just walked out of a Christmas card, his face as puffy as his jacket. Stephen wasn’t much better, trying to hide his shuddering beneath his grape scarf and Jersey Devil jersey, and RJ kept rubbing their face with their sleeve. The small sneeze from RJ cinched it. “A’right, detour time. We get this ball to the store and then we get ourselves some goodies. Stephen, you still got that ten dollar bill in your pocket?” “Yep.” “Cool. You three go in and get yerselves some’n warm, an’ I’ll guard the ball.” The bully bunch made it to the edge of the store’s door in due time. Stephen, Ollie, and RJ dashed into the store, eager for something warm to slide down their gullets.
“Ho ho, little elves!” cried the wiry shopkeeper as he slid onto the countertop, decked in green and jingling bells. “What can I do you for, on your fine detour from Santa’s Shop?”
“Got anything warm?” Ollie asked as he tried and marginally succeeded at preventing Stephen from ransacking the isles.
The spark in the man’s eyes immediately threw this decision into question. As the green elf declared that he had just the thing and dashed up the stairs, the boy wondered what he just got them all into.
He barely had time to ponder calling for Johnny when the man returned, arms full of small packets, the lid of a small pan, and a coffee pot filled with piping hot...water? Before Ollie could say anything, the man had already ripped the small packets into pieces with his teeth, scattering the dust-colored powder into the pot. He then leapt onto the counter with a flourish, slammed the pan lid onto the pot with a clank!, and began to twirl. The pot quickly frothed with a chocolate swirl as he spun and spun, giggling manically all the while.
Ollie couldn’t figure out when the snowman-adored styrofoam cups had manifested onto the counter, or when exactly the other two had joined him, and at this point he was almost afraid to question it.
The three stared in a mix of bewilderment and awe as the shopkeeper slid backwards, filling each cup to the brim with small dips and pivots. He then threw himself backwards, his face underneath Ollie’s chin. “That’s three for five dollars, or four for seven,” he said without skipping a beat.
“Four, please,” Ollie said, at a loss for anything else to say.
Money changed hands, another batch was poured for Johnny, conversations about agents of Krampus were held, and the three turned to head out the door with the warmth in their gut once again matching the fire in their hearts. Their eyes caught glimpse of the new kid, his jaw set tight and his face as red as theirs were upon entering, although perhaps for different reasons.
Their gazes met. Seconds went by as the group and the nerd stared each other down, Max’s bewilderment fading back into his usual snarky look as he entertained their glares.
Wordlessly, the three turned and headed out the door, finding their fourth member with his back to them, staring at their not-so-little orb of doom.
“Yo bro, you’re not gonna believe what just happened in there!” Stephen called out to Johnny. The bully swirled around, and for a second the three glimpsed his mouth hanging askew, eyes wide with pinpoint pupils, face a touch paler than when they went in. Then his gaze darted from their faces to the cups in their hands, and he relaxed, his hand reaching for his share. With flailing arms and just a tad exaggeration, Stephen shared the details of the shopkeeper as the rest sipped their cocoa.
“And as we left, we fell upon the mutant new kid! I think that store guy did some kinda psychic damage to him ‘cuz he looked totally freaked out.” As if on cue, Max groan from inside the store fell upon their ears.
“We let him off though, ‘cuz of the pact.” “Mmm.” “Then he talked to Stephen for like ten minutes about Krampus and Santa’s secret ninja squad. Had to practically pry him out of the store,” Ollie added.
RJ pulled out their phone and showed them the image they got of the clerk, caught in a perfect backslide, the delicious liquid forever frozen halfway into its destination. The group oohed and aahed at their friend’s impeccable ability to take super clear shots with a little flip phone camera.
With a few more gulps of their cocoa and a desire to finish the rest on the way up, the bullies repositioned themselves and resumed their slow ascent to the top of the hill. RJ spared a glance at Johnny, who was staring daggers at the ball.
Johnny, in the meantime, put all of his focus on the conversations of his friends and on making sure the ball didn’t go off course.
He was not gonna mention the weird hissing that started when they got near that store.
He wasn’t gonna mention the purple thing that had taken an interest in the ball.
He wasn’t gonna think about how the purple thing had a human face and a child’s voice.
He definitely wasn’t gonna think about how all of that just disappeared right as the purple thing looked at him, as if it was never there, right in front of him.
He had made a pact with his buds and he was gonna keep it.
No weird mutant stuff today.
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Pushing an ever-growing snowball up one of Mayview’s hills with only one hand quickly proved more difficult than expected. Ollie found it easier to lean into the mound with his shoulders providing leverage. RJ and Stephen followed suit, guzzling down the last of their now nearly lukewarm beverage and jamming the empty cups into their jacket pockets. Johnny, having chugged down his cocoa at the urging of his friends, merely rammed his entire frame into the ball. The slow rate of movement up the hill was matched by its growth, though by this point it had begun to dwarf its creators. By the time Johnny mentioned that he could see the school, it had overgrown Ollie by half a foot. Muscles strained and groans and grunts abounded as their fight against gravity reached its zenith. With one last shout from the children, the damned, doomed sphere nestled itself peacefully on the level footing of the school pavement.
The Jang locked eyes on each other, whooped, raised their fists triumphantly in the air, and promptly leaned on each other for support. As breath was sucked down their lungs and muscles left to rest for the first time in hours, the bullies gazed at their creation.
“She’s beautiful, guys.” Stephen said.
“She’s bigger than last years for sure,” Johnny beamed.
“...I don’t think what we just did is reasonably possible.” Ollie said, “and I don’t care.” “YEAH, physics is for WIMPS and NERDS and she doesn’t even have any lunch money!” “Physics is why pushing this thing back down is satisfying at all, Stephen.” “OI!” Johnny called out. “Getchur butts round Deathknell Mk. II! RJ wants a pic!” “Aww, that wasn’t what I called it earlier!” Stephen called out as he ran into position. So it was that a snapshot became immortalized (using Ollie’s phone, as it had a wider screen and a timer) of the four youths, burning cheeks accentuating beaming grins around their carefully cultivated sphere of chaos, Ollie’s one hand slung as high up on the ball as it could go. This was soon followed by pictures of each of them perched atop the ball mid-manic cackle, of Stephen splayed across the top frozen in triumphant shouting, of the group split into stacked pairs on both sides miming a struggle, and many more.
At last, after each photo was evaluated and deemed acceptable, the moment arrived. With more grunts and heaves, Deathknell Mk. II took position in the center of the road, adopting bits of gravel as it went.
“THREE!” came the cry as the ball inched forward.
“TWO!” came the shouts as the slope drew nearer.
“ONE!” came the call as the ball perched on the last few bits of level ground its front end had.
“GOOOOO!!!” With one last running shove and a cry, the obliteration orb teetered..
and tilted…
and slowly slid forward.
As momentum took hold, all caution was thrown to the wind as the deadly orb rocketed down the slope. Trees and buildings flew by as it claimed the hill as its own, tiny smushed white packets on the pavement the only sign it was there. The boys and RJ, with cold-kissed hands desperately clutching onto hoods and hats in the wake of the creation’s tailwind, could scarcely hope to keep up with its joyride as it spun down the hill with the pitter-patter of an army of spiders. It whizzed past the Corner Store in seconds, blew the soft covering of snow off the nearby oak and elm branches, turned slightly to the side as it neared the lower residential areas and chose what would be the bearer of its wrath.
A godawful scrunching brought the ball to a stop, and as the Jang neared it, their jaws fell open and their whoops died in their throat as they drank in the scene.
There at the curbside sat a jet-black SUV, toppled onto its side, buried on all fronts by piles of stone-colored, gravel-filled, leaf accented snow. Its side could hardly be called that now, crumpled and twisted into a metallic sinkhole and probably what Ms. Baxter would call “concave”; one would think an elephant had T-boned it. The lamppost behind it lurched forward with a broken spine, its light shining over the body in fits and spurts over the fresh body, as close to wincing as it could get. A wheel, badly misshapen and hissing something awful, fell into the mound with a plunk.
“I-is that…” Ollie started. “Principal Pleezdo’s car!” Stephen cried in shock, his mittens at the sides of his head.
The house beside them began to wail, a spine-tingling siren that wouldn’t be half-bad as an air raid warning.
“RUN!!!” Johnny screamed, and the bullies hurriedly scrambled as fast as their legs would carry them away from the crime scene, through slush and streets and powdered panic, eager to relive their revelry in the safety of Stephen’s living room.