#casket case

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

#bass #coffin case #coffin #casket #casket case #horror punk #death rock #misfits #the crimson ghost #crimson ghost #musical instruments #need

[ghstmsk]

misc mouse doodles

#my art #ocs #original #dorian #clifford #male grey #casket case #candy #sweets #desserts #truffle #cookie #butterscotch #pink lemonade #not sure if im gonna change dorian's eye shape or not its kinda cute

[dangoulains-devotion]

i figured you'd get the final say, now that you're gone you can't answer me a little closure is what i lack, for all the times that i won't get back

#aitsf #ai the somnium files #mizuki okiura #mizuki date #aitsf spoilers #<- just in case?? not sure its needed given the nondescript skulls but heehoo #my art #caption is lyrics from 'the final say' by caskets ! a very very mizuki song imo

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

Does anyone know where I can find a compilation of Casket episodes?

I had one from 2019 but it's been suddenly removed from my likes list and all I remember was that someone named Socks(forgot whole name) rebloged it

Edit: I found it! Please don't boost this!

#taleblr #jimmy casket #I had it last week #now it's gone :( #plus something else that I also rebloged so it's not a case of a misclick

[pieisgay]

herez some doodles based on img prompts @ghostcade sent me for the boys (plus one Johnny Toast being VERY proud of the toast he made) [ID: Digital sketches of several of the P.I.E members, each based on a meme. In the first, Ghost is a bit slumped and has a far off look in his eyes. The text above him reads: “Life update: the voices are getting louder”. The meme of the kitten has the same text. The second shows Spooker with a bit of a fisheye effect looking distressed. The text above him reads: “erm.. what the freak..”. The puppy in the meme also has this text. Jimmy’s image shows him looking up at the viewer with an angry expression. His text reads: “how about i fucking kill you? how about that?” and there’s also an arrow pointing at him with a caption that reads: “looking up at Toast”. The cat in the meme is very close to the camera and also has the first bit of text. And lastly, in the last image, Toast looks very proud of himself, holding a piece of burnt bread in both hands. There’s an arrow with text beside him that reads: “nearly burnt down the house <3<3<3″ END ID]

#p.i.e #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #venturiantale #venturiantale pie #taleblr #johnny ghost #johnny toast #jimmy casket #fred spooker #fred spooker soup #accessible art #described #vt #my art #tw dog #tw dogs #(for my partner in case they see this post oop)

[shiitb4lls]

under the cut you can find the first quilt my grandma ever made. we draped it over the casket. it was hand quilted and took her about 20 years to finish. she loved it so much and was so proud of it. the spider stitched on is to symbolize good luck.

#landis speaks. #death // #casket // #you cant see it but. just in case! #dont worry my grandma is not in the picture skfhska

[evilmagician430]

sally acachalla is a complex character and shes also veryvery fun to draw. shes so "fake" in a coping mechanism age regression way but also genuinely enjoys the things and people she seems to shes just a lot deeper than she lets on... i dont think she's secretly like smart or anything just capable of emotional maturity sometimes. i think she genuinely isnt very good at literacy but she does fully know what death is. yknow. also she has moar swagger than all ur favs combined!!!!

#sorry if anything i said about age regression is inaccurate or offensive please let me know if thatz the case!! #i dont really consider myself an age regressor and i dont think i know anyone who does #but i do know enough about it that u definitely thing thats whats going on with sally. lore says its becauze of a zombie disease #but i say its a coping mechanism for her trauma with the zombie apocalypse and also seeing her family die and get killed by casket and etc #anyways i've read her page so many times i dont like fandom wiki as a website but ppl usually do a good job writing the pages themselves #and the VT wiki is such a fun way to submerge yourself in the lore and the feeling without actually going back and watching the vids.. #not that you shouldnt do that. once i download an ad blocker i will try to do so #anyways i just love overanalysing characters and her specifically shes so so cool and fucked up #enough rambling though im gonna have to tag this proper including all the ponies i put pictures of #venturiantale #venturiantale fanart #taleblr #images that are horrid to see and look at #sally acachalla #freddie acachalla #mlp #g3 mlp #g1 mlp #ik i made them a little bigger than they would actually be in her hands but i didnt feel like shrinking the pictures too much #jazz matazz #sew-and-so #baby tiddley-winks #strawberry scoops #hopefully all those names r odd enough that i dont have to clarify like mlp strawberry scoops #im running out of tag space #anyways. sally post #mspaint

[fuzzkaizer]

Coffin Case - Blood Drive BDFX-01

"it features a coffin-shape case made of die-cast metal, a spider web no-skid pad on the bottom, and glow-in-the-dark knobs. Made in the USA."

cred: reverb.com/Olivier's Gear Locker

#coffin case #blood drive #overdrive #casket #coffin

[compare-and-conform]

#in case anyone was wondering how I feel today #things are not real #pretty sure caskets are fake #so are Catholic Churches #Spotify

[ghstmsk]

my mascots as amongi

#my art #original #oc #artists on tumblr #casket case #zachariah #mavy #salzefar #honestly amongus versions of characters is kinda fun to do

[meatriarch]

im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

#[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * cold case. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * no one saved you. #for cc maria its just. theres literally no one else. the only constant has been johnny. hes the one who was there with her when the #broadcasts sounded off her searches being called off. the only one who ensured she ate - was clothed - was looked after when she fell ill. #who she could talk to. who in spite of all her escape attempts & all her attempts at trying to kill him kept her around - taught her how to #do things properly - protected her from others that'd be brought down below shack. honestly. her isolation in cc - only having any sort of #connection being with johnny for *months* before he trusted her enough to let her join him for longer periods - like its. complicated. #SO fucking complicated. youre seen as dead to literally everyone else in existence - *except for him*. he who sees you. who hears you. #who talks to you. looks after you. its hard not to find yourself becoming attached/devoted. to the only person who knows you still exist #like i mentioned for nosy its. theres lee there too now so its. a little different. it doesnt hit right away - the almost blind devotion. #but it still happens - over time - with the both of them. the last two people who for a time at least know you were even still living. #and its by the time ch2 rolls in for either cc/nosy its just. its so confusing to her. why they all bother returning then? #for cc its just. you all buried me in an empty box twenty years ago...you all moved on then. you accepted that. so why are you here now. #why are you re-opening wounds that shouldve been long buried - with that empty casket. why suddenly care now? #in nosy she suppresses it w. her bitterness but cc i feel it comes out more like... grief & hurt. all over again. because if you came back #20 yrs after the fact? then why DIDNT you return back then? why *now* and not then? at any point in the last two decades?

[crossover-enthusiast]

Listening to The Toybox by The Stupendium on loop and I can't help but associate some of the lyrics with Dexter

#Specifically 'you've made graves out of our casings' and 'we'll put you in a casket but you won't be mint in box' #And OF COURSE 'memories fade as rage replaces' #Spooky Month #Dexter

[meatriarchived]

i did not sleep yay for me im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

#for cc maria its just. theres literally no one else. the only constant has been johnny. hes the one who was there with her when the #broadcasts sounded off her searches being called off. the only one who ensured she ate - was clothed - was looked after when she fell ill. #who she could talk to. who in spite of all her escape attempts & all her attempts at trying to kill him kept her around - taught her how to #do things properly - protected her from others that'd be brought down below shack. honestly. her isolation in cc - only having any sort of #connection being with johnny for *months* before he trusted her enough to let her join him for longer periods - like its. complicated. #*so* fucking complicated. youre seen as dead to literally everyone else in existence - *except for him*. he who sees you. who hears you. #you speaks with you. looks after you. its hard not to find yourself becoming attached/devoted. to the only person who knows you still exist #like i mentioned for nosy its. theres lee there too now so its. a little different. it doesnt hit right away - the almost blind devotion. #but it still happens - over time - with the both of them. the last two people who for a time at least know you were even still living. #and its by the time ch2 rolls in for either cc/nosy its just. its so confusing to her. why they all bother returning then? #for cc its just. you all buried me in an empty box twenty years ago...you all moved on then. you accepted that. so why are you here now. #why are you re-opening wounds that shouldve been long buried - with that empty casket. why suddenly care now? #in nosy she suppresses it with her bitterness but cc i feel it comes out more like... grief & hurt. all over again. because if you came bac #20 yrs after the fact? then why DIDNT you return back then? why *now* and not then? #[ mf ] ── * 𝐇𝐂 / 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. { maria. } #[ mf ] ── * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. { cold case. } #[ mf ] ── * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. { no one saved you. } #[ mf ] ── * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. { we saved us. }

[dragonsarrow]

air should be very minimal, or even nonexistent for 5 ppl, taking into account that they all have undoubtedly had panic attacks. and as we all know, panic makes you breathe a lot more

so even if only one or two panicked. it's kind of suspicious that they're all alive (assuming the banging sounds are in fact the passengers banging the inside calling for help)

it's possible that like. idk they all fought and killed one or two people to conserve air and rations. if that happened then i pray to jesus himself it was the ceo and not the teenager

#disturbing in a way but like. at the same time. can you fully blame them if it happens to be the case. #ur miles underwater w v little hope and ur panicking because ur gonna sufficate in there. many ppl would def try to preserve the air #i think most ppl including myself would say we wouldnt but weve also never been trapped in an iron casket w the knowledge we were going to- #-suffocate. also theres no food nor water. i just hope theyre ok and havent gone insane like i think most ppl would

[starry-skies-116]

"Tread carefully, for this is sacred ground you now walk upon."

FINALLY DONE WITH THIS AND I GOTTA SAY GUYS I LOVE IT!! <3

#crying child fnaf #crying child #evan afton #fnaf #fnaf gregory #gregevan/gregbot/gregvessel #reincarnated vessel gregory #fnaf project samsara au #fnaf sl #fnaf sl safe room #holy shit I love this sm <3 #oh and also funeral-ish cw?? #casket cw #but it's not really a funeral since he's already past the point of death and got reincarnated #and is now rebuilt but comatose/in stasis #idk but ill put in the cw just in case lol

[senseiwu]

The latest song I've been kinda obsessed with

#case open case shut. but you can pay to close it like a casket #its always a fall out boy song taking over my brain #Spotify