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caycanteven · 7 months
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Happy 8th Anniversary to Undertale! (don't know who I'd be without it honestly). 😭😭😭 (definitely not the first time I'm drawing classic sans on this blog LFMAO)
AND WE ARE GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THERE WAS A TYPO LMFAO
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bittybones2 · 1 year
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Lazybones ♥
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indydrawsstuff · 2 years
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-> Sans, for Undertale September! <-
I will probably finish it, but for now have the WIP.
-> Masterpost with all the pieces I've done for it!
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vintagewarhol · 1 year
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gravity-rainbow · 2 years
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rustbeltjessie · 2 years
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A few days late, but hi for the music meme!
If I could stay here, under your idle caress, / And not exit to the world and phoniness and people.
—Soul Coughing, "Lazybones"
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nobodys-saviour · 2 months
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i still headcanon caleb to be older than zayne btw. he's the 哥哥 after all 🤣
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affiches-cinema · 3 months
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Lazybones, 1925.
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cherribombart · 10 months
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Anatomy of a Lazybones Summer Dinner
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dizeasedart · 1 year
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just-xander-things · 2 years
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I love lazy Sundays 😴 #lazysundays #lazybones ▫️▫️▫️ #dogs_of_world_ #dogsofinstagram #igdogs #igdogsdaily #ig_dogphoto #dogstagram #instadog #puppy #doglover #dogoftheday #dogs_of_instagram #dogslife #ilovemydog #doglife #petstagram #lovedogs #instagramdogs #dogsofig #dogshow #dogsmile #doglovers #puppies #dogsofinsta #doglove #dogselfie (at Arncliffe, New South Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6sT8iubS-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lostcryptids · 1 year
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Hang in there babies
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sodetectivefestival · 2 years
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no holy cows
If he ever told me it was over between us, after what he and I gone through, I’d have surely missed his touch, his kiss and his hug. I’d have been unable to let a day go by without thinking about him. Because what he and I had was real.
Whenever my boyfriend mentioned school, it elicited tinges of excitement within me. I had to listen to him because school is where our dreams were made. I had to learn from his well-off, very educated family members quick because they were where I drew every bit of my inspiration from.
He and I met on courtesy of our equal love for our wild side of life; partying, touring and god knows what next. I had no time to fool around except with my female group of friends. I was still wondering who I was when his love bug bit me.
I wanted my newly-found love to teach me how to love without getting hurt. Something which my friends had long advised me to forget as it were a very impossible act to can ever accomplish. I had just graduated when he and I accidentally met. But I really enjoyed it.
When rumors popped up that he was his blue-chip company’s heart-throb and, groomer of many would-be interns, I brushed it off. Because he and I had just met, I felt no reason to believe that people might just have been getting jealous of us. He helped compile my curriculum vitae and present it to the relevant parties.
We were at the bar, my friends and I, when he and his showed up to a standing ovation that I believed befitted mayors, musicians and actors. When he winked at me, I felt like the wide blue sky was about to collapse upon me. His friends and him were throwing money around like it was nothing.
When my name got fished from a slush-pile and my then interviewer read a riot act, allegedly by my boyfriends and his assistant, I didn’t take allegations of their flawed staff hiring policy seriously because I had found what I had wanted.
I had wasted my time making research about my interview day preparation for nothing but still felt like money I had spent on my preparation were a drop in the ocean compared to the money I’d get to earn once I was hired. And I had nailed it.
 We didn’t hit it off from the onset like I had like everyone to believe. When he and his friends started getting ahead of themselves, I just wanted to lay my hand-bag upon my shoulder and head back home, with or without any of my friend’s approval.
I didn’t feel obliged to give him or any of his goonies my attention then, but my friends, to my surprise, had encircled and mobbed them like; they were mosquitoes upon the glare of a light. Bewildered by things I saw, I went to the bartender’s counter and began chatting him up.
I remember struggling to have words coming from my mouth, instead of gasping in disbelief, I shook my head at them, after they sought to coerce me to join them at the dance floor, where I’d have hit the dance floor with a stranger from our neighborhood I knew from afar.
Soon the bartender asked me to do it for him, if not for my friends, as it were unlike me not to want to thrill the crowds. I told him I’d do it for anything, anytime than for money.  Having been paid a pittance as a tour-guide a day before, wads of cash the bartended showed inside my hand-bag, I believed would come in handy during my upcoming days.
I looked at my dancing partner in his eyes at close range the first time and knew that he were the piece of a puzzle that I had been missing in my life for far too long. I was just too proud not to have to want to assure him about my love for him then. I told him I had to go back home to go think about his professed love for me, to go think about if ever there was or would be, a possibility for us to be lovers.
 I’m no frequenter of bars and pubs but, does it once in a blue moon, to clear my mind, and to refine my speech, as I spent most of my time locked indoors, courtesy of my father, who took offense to any female who thought, as an equal to any male, it was within her rights to travel the world, without thinking much about the consequences that might occur later. Thus human trafficking and missing person’s ideologies, my father had them fill up my mind.
  When my friend, Joanne, eyes popped up wild like they were about to blow, I didn’t know what to do because, I had sneaked out of my parents’ home, hoping they never got to get back from work without me having filled them in on about my whereabouts. I was relieved after she told me she’d have her parents later explain to them how or why I left our home without having told them anything.
I told her parents that because they had tried anything they could muster, that their family doctor was busy somewhere with other sickly persons, it would be better if we drove her to the hospital because the clinic was closed for the day. But they both refused to take her to the hospital because they reasoned; ‘She isn’t in such a very bad or sorry state of affairs.’
Her younger sister, Martha, too tried to convince them to give me audience but her pleas fell upon their parent’s deaf ears. It was only after an all-night fever and a persistent stomach bug that they took my offer to have her whisked to the clinic a day later. But thanks goodness, she could walk herself to her father’s parked car.
I had a chance to call my boyfriend over a phone call after my friend had been ushered inside a doctor’s room. I thought he’d be more concerned, subtler in his response to my call regarding my friend, she who had been rumored not once but twice to having had eloped with Devon whenever I had been too busy to concern myself about them and or their whereabouts, but he wasn’t remorseful or, rather felt pity for her in his response.
This is what he said about my best friend;
‘With her wild parties and Our Good Lord knows what else, I’m not surprised that it had come to that, Desiree.’
‘What do you mean, Devon,’ I tried my best to have him tell me more about what he had just said about my best friend.
‘Joanne’s and her friends are loose girls. But you’re special and I chose you amongst them that there are indeed roses amongst thorns.’
‘why does it sound like you wouldn’t care if she ever gets to have a misfortune?’
  ‘It’s because she and her friends are lazybones whose laxities still boggles my mind to this day. If I wasn’t courteous, I don’t know what would’ve become of them. Any being needs not only brawns but a mind that’s fully functional, but Joanne has no brains.’
 Hand it not been for my fear of time catching up with me I’d have asked him to tell me more, but since I was seeing my friend being wheeled to her father’s parked car at the clinic’s parking lot, I felt I had no more time to listen to a boyfriend I once thought to have been the best thing to had ever happen to me since sliced bread.
 I was at work crossing my fingers that rumors about my boyfriend being a groomer of young, up and coming, career-driven ladies were untrue but, couldn’t stop believing justice had to be served regardless who it was who had to be hauled over hot coals, or rather, to have to face the full might of the law.
I had hope that I had found someone who would, if I ever got to have any life threatening disease, wouldn’t look down on me, when I’m lying in my deathbed and think to himself;
‘you’re who you’re in life because you chose not to obey me.’
Our company’s board of directors called Devon to their office one Monday morning when both of us had least expected them to, shoved a detailed forensic list of his misdemeanors, of he having bought sexual favours for our company’s positions, abused those who refused to toe his wicked line.
After my confidant in the board told me that my boyfriend’s job was no longer guaranteed, I began preparing for my life without him, only to find out later that one of the woman he had abused was Joanne, I felt betrayed but still found me encouraging her to stand her ground.
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(OFF THE SHELF MUSIC)
Music for - leisure & recreation. Production Music for Film, TV, Radio and Online Media. Website         http://otsm.co.uk/ Show Reels   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoEdx61lDy8                       https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PrmouvkeJo Info                https://news.prsformusic.com/1V6T-6JEA2-F8CDKXQF1A/cr.aspx
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underfell · 6 months
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Project Jumpstart UNDERFELL
* heya.
* I don't know if my last attempt to post this worked so here I am.
* you can call me LazyBones, your friendly online skeleton.
* I'm actually working on a project that modifies UNDERTALE and turns it into 3 of it's popular AU's, UNDERSWAP, OUTERTALE and of course UNDERFELL.
* I'm trying to stick to the canon of the three AU's while also taking a couple liberties of my own.
* I've assembled a dev team to help me make the project.
* here's the development videos I made back in 2022: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkNOTcdzrhHtpseIue1aovA_t7QLDGC89&si=-y0s3HbdyVM5VXG3
* I've been using a discord to run the project as well: https://discord.gg/3XNXzDF5FN
* as of right now, I'm on break due to personal reasons, but I can't wait to get back to it when I return in late 2024.
* in the meantime, I made some concept art to give the community an idea of what I have in mind for the project when I return. which I keep updated periodically.
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15iY4TSWm_bTBGzhUXgzKWwNBUd9nyavI
* I figured I should post this on the official UNDERFELL Tumblr to let them know that their AU is finally getting the attention it deserves. I made a similar post on the Canon underswap page too but that's pending approval. 
* thank you fella for creating a fun AU everyone loves, and maintaining the Tumblr page. Also, happy birthday UNDERFELL. ;) 
* now that my spiel is over, I'm gonna get some grub, but I hope you guys like what I'm creating and I hope it turns out to be the game UNDERFELL fans have been waiting for.
* take care internet,
-Lazy
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skeletonlover69 · 1 month
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expression practice i made for sans!
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