Since October is finally here… · 8:21pm Oct 1st, 2021
It’s time for a profile pic change!
…I really hope people start making Nightmare Night images of Pharynx sometime.
It’s time for a profile pic change!
…I really hope people start making Nightmare Night images of Pharynx sometime.
Pharynx’s voice kinda changed throughout his (only) episode.
It’s really, really subtle, but take a listen to his voice at the start of the episode:
Now compare it to him talking in the ending:
As my good buddy puts it: he goes from Muscle Man to Husk.
“...once they’re gone, it’s a beautiful day.”
Hero’s portrayal of Pharynx:
Bezier’s portrayal of Pharynx:
Melody’s portrayal of Pharynx:
I noticed there were sprites of Ocellus and Thorax, but not of Pharynx. I honestly had to change that by making this.
To make the body, I used both Pocket Pony Ocellus and Pocket Pony Thorax vectors as references. Both of those were made by PhucknuckL on Deviantart.
This.
It’s... for a fic I’m writing, so I could really use some inspiration.
Discussion in 3... 2...
“...with a ‘d’ in front of it.”
eemoo1o shared this with me and I couldn’t resist posting it.
“You dare talk a back to me cadet?! I’m your general!” Pharynx shouted, before stopping mid-sentence.
The cadet in question looked up in curiosity as the changeling general began shivering in the cool breeze that passed over them.
“Sombra, can I borrow your cloak for a minute here?! It’s bucking freezing!”
Pharynx’s eyes were glued to the window, specifically at the drops of water trickling down the glass as the storm continued and the thunder continued rumbling audibly. He didn’t even flinch whenever lightning flashed in the sky.
A few of his friends—Passion Fruit, Peltate, and Oculus—whispered behind his back about “how bad they feel for him” or “how bad they feel about yelling at him”, but he paid little to no mind to them.
He was still thinking about Tempest.
First, look at his old form.
You see that large, jagged streak on Pharynx’s carapace? (Aka his shell?) It’s that really dark purple streak located on the lower half of the shell.
Now look at his reformed form.
Pharynx winced a little as he tried to treat the cut on his chest. It was still bleeding a little.
He just didn’t understand; all he did was try to speak his mind out about Heath’s actions. And what did he get? A cut to the chest.
He grumbled loudly, laying down on his front.
He didn’t feel like coming out of this room.
Maybe it was for the best.
"Hey, dad...?"
"Yes son?"
"You, uh...aren't seriously considering marrying Steel, are you? I mean, aren't you older than him?"
"I'm not that much older than him Pharynx."
"...Dad. He's twenty three. Thorax and I are twenty one, and we turn twenty-two in May. He's practically our age!"
"What does age have to do with this Pharynx?"
“Sheesh, Bezzy... what was that all about?”
“You heard what happened back there. Ocellus blamed Oculus for something he had nothing to do with. I’m just so... pissed at her for it!”
“Look, I was as mad as you are when I found out, but it was just a mistake.”
“It was cherry chapstick, Pharynx!”
“...”
*sigh*