Handmade Hellhole

yo can we turn this into a tag game? Like image urself and the concept you would become ^_^

i’d totally be laughter 💪💪(waoww pinkie pie core)

I think i would be like the word sparkle or ethereal or smth :3

i was thinking i’d maybbb be soggy cereal 🤔

the first taste of a mango or book pages 🕯️

I love this concept and I am totally in the same boat and would rather be perceived as an abstract concept than a person at this moment in my life lol.

i think as a concept I’d be analog horror, speficially Doctor Nowhere’s, or those pastel artworks with swirly lines and unblended lineart

I would probably be the scent of wet dog God Bless Felan

Wat does this mean

uhhhh the smell of weed (yummers) with likeeeeee wet dog and a weird lil mix of the smell after the rain

the taste of cold pudding maybe

pencil shavings or like those gross old ticket stubs people want to keep

Dude I don’t freaking know :P

I love this and already percieve myself like this internally in a way

a black couch that has a spot that looks white because its a white kitty’s favorite spot to lay :3

The tastes of a fresh bag of caramel corn :]

The color pink. Yeah.

tragedy

like. the smell of smoke late at night, you’ve just lit the candle and shaken out the match. or the wind soughing through the tops of the tallest gum trees, bending them gently back and forth, surprisingly supply for such strong plants. or the dark, sticky, dusty first bite of apple after hours of work in the sun and the dirt, when you’re thirsty and hungry and it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

white lies

sun rays woven into grape leaves

you’re so definitelly the freedom of the steppe bro

Ah, I think “rotting” concrete (and brick) of old industrial or military buildings, hidden beneath, or in the middle of a pine lumber forest, covered by podzol… The rightful profanation of what represents the vile, and yet doesnt have any agenda on its own. I do tend to daydream about scenarios where the society collapses, but survival isnt a concern, and any building can be turned into a home. Cold concrete adorned with rugs…

I feel like I’d be a sketch, it is far from finished, it has a long way to go, but it is meant to be that way, there will be mishaps in the rendering, lining, coloring but that’s the whole point of it. It is messy but that’s the point.

hmm, i’m probably the mushrooms and shrubs and leaves and rot on a forest floor. overshadowed by the trees, small and hidden, but still important to the ecosystem :3

moss creature

id be the concept of time tbh

I’m the scraps of old fabric stuffed in a drawer waiting to be made into something new

Happy disability pride and chronic illness awareness month.

i changed my mind, this is just too horrifying not to share

@scumrunner do you have any cursed facts about hawsers to share ?

Ohhohohoho DO I EVER. Meet the “snapback zone,” not an area with cool hats, but instead the unintuitive range at which a hawser can kill you if it breaks under tension.

I don’t think you guys understand how much force this is, a tow rope used to move a 20 foot boat snaps under tension with enough force to dent metal, shatter glass and seriously injure anyone in its way. A Hawser on the other hand… Well I’ve seen a concrete pier with a chuck the size of a sedan ripped out of it by a line failure, and anecdotally, I’ve heard of a 2 ton heavy cargo forklift being skidded sideways, then knocked over. These lines snap with enough force to noticably dent the hull armor of navy ships.

I’m once again reminded of its much smaller cousin, the haywire.

I am learning multiple things today

happy pride month to those in the closet. to those who went back into the closet. to those who have unsupportive families, friends and relationships. those who were bullied and harassed because of their identity. those who were killed because of who they truly were and loved.