notes from coff-in: i’m still working on answering requests. sorry for the slow pace guys. in the meantime, here’s some art i did of my ocs/inserts. amy graves is based off of this fanfic on AO3, go check it out if you have the time :3

my art, female graves [oc]s/[insert]s

unknown - malarz

Title (name): Coffin Portrait of Adam Wężyk (1608–1668)

National Museum Krakow

Eternal Love, Frank Kunert Photography

damn. my undertale’s been Yellowed *gets out the pressure washer

what a cute couple 🤭

Apparently I’m in a redraw kind of mood these days. No thoughts. Just vibes.

“Shake thyself from the dust; and arise” ⚰️

Photography by Iulia Iepure

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Heathers crossover

Technically JD kind of fits ashley more story-wise, but shhh. Andy looks good as him.

girls <3 my art, ashley graves, devious younger sister

this is my first time drawing ashley! kinda intimidating because her sprites are so beautiful i can’t look at her without feeling like a lovesick fool… hehe!

also, i’m sorry for not posting any writing today… i’m finding it kinda hard to complete whatever i’ve started (but i have started them!) i’ll try to get them posted as soon as possible.

Oh to drift out to sea in a inflatable coffin

I didn`t notised the eye-hole in a vinyl record until my friend had pointed out this...I think i need new glasses `cause he noticed it on the first one, and here I am eight records later and didn't even pay attention while looking in a dark parts of pages -༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽-

fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn, a souvenir, something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less. / there's a sun-sized ache where your hands used to be. / and now that your place is empty, the blood in my heart pumps around nothing. / nothing. / nothing at all. / senseless circulation. / what am i to live for when i have made my body my casket? / where am i to go from here? / and i always knew longing had another name she wouldn't let me call her by — it's hunger. / my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. / it's the things you learn in your childhood, from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father. / if your teeth do not graze my bones, i do not wish for you to kiss me. / how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried. / plant your garden in the cracks of my skin—mud, gravel, everything. let my blood be water to cater to your needs. / terrible, terrible human, thinks barbarity and love are words of the same meaning. / a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. / and, my dear, i wouldn't ask you to fold me in the pages of your favorite book, just the embedment of fingers between my ribs. / how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / GET CLOSER.]

Shehawk 👁👁

Handful of stupid doodles I did recently. Have fun.

Not to be dramatic but I'd die for Wally

He really appreciates it, more than you really think!

(Hey, and feel free to ask questions/requests! Wally would love to deliver them to friends, but would be even more thrilled if you sent one to him!)