#freefromfleshprison

[the-replica]

Been years I last sketched Olga (Homie, free-from-flesh-prison)

but they've been doing good...i think

[diktown]

Lots of kissy sound towards Lady.

Uh oh, it’s now time to tease. Here we go, buckle in!

“Ooooo Homie, I didn’t know you felt like that~!”

Bam. There she goes, on her bullshit once more.

[diktown]

"WHEN I'M NO LONGER A INKY BLOB I WILL TREAT YOU OKAY LADY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU WONDERFUL PERSON YOU!! TE AMO~"

“Oh, you poor little inky blob! I hope you return to normal soon, Homie! Until then, I will wait for ya with bated breath.” She reaches out to gently attempt scritching said ink blob, using utmost care not to poke or pierce with her unnaturally long claws.

“Love you too, babe~! I look forward t’hangin’ out with yas!”

[battlesmonsters]

@free-from-flesh-prison

“Oh. Uh-- hey.” 

This was... awkward. He knows he’s seen this skeleton monster before, he made her cry. Maybe he could apologize and make up for it? Mila tensed before offering Homie an apologetic look. “I’m... sorry. We’ve run into each other before, not sure how long ago, but I was a total asshole. Y’don’t have to forgive me, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

[diktown]

"What do you suggest? Honestly...I rather be taking care four or five of the kids right now than have these anons poking my fresh emotional wounds while trying to get this piece done tonight."

“Oh man, that’s some shit. I’d definitely say either turn anon off or just ignore ‘em or block ‘em until they leave ya the hell alone. Focus on those kiddos, and on ya artwork if ya gotta! I don’t mind helpin’ out where I can, too, though I think my hands may be metaphorically tied by the laws of the fourth wall.”

[omitale-blog]

@free-from-flesh-prison starter ||

Who--- Who was this in his laboratory?! Magic flows through the broken, sagged socket as he leaps back and nearly fumbles over his chair and lands with an ungraceful OOF on the ground. Being such a gangly skeleton had its disadvantages after all.

After wheezing out from falling over, he carefully picks himself back up, looking at her with a confused expression...

Another skeleton, but there were only two skeletons currently alive within the Underground. He knows because one, he is one of the two alive and secondly? The other one is his little brother. 

Silence has hung in the air too long and he coughs, finally speaking. 

‘Hello-- Who, who are you exactly?’

[unimatronic]

@free-from-flesh-prison is so sweet wtf

[sociablesphynx-blog]

@free-from-flesh-prison !

“Everybody says that a girl who looks like me can’t win his love. Well, just wait and see.” 

Bryn’s hear the comments about her appearance. She noticed the stares. For the most part, they didn’t bother her. Sphynx monsters were a rarity. But when they’ve mentioned the person she’s interested in won’t find her attractive... it damaged her self esteem a little. Still, she wasn’t going to let them win. She gritted her teeth and shook her head. “It’s not what’s on the outside that counts anyway.”