#rest and rust

[wispurring-moss]

bro why does drawing kissing gotta be so difficult;;; 🥵

but anyways! warmup wip that ended up getting wayyyyyy out of control—but it's not like that's anything new when it comes to these two...... 😏🤭🥰

[saturday-byte]

I'll rust with you - Steam Powered Giraffe

(reblogs > likes !!)

[cometshift]

the awesome phighting x .flow au that only exists in my head

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

NIGHT TIME, MY TIME <<< read on ao3

chapter 6/6 I understand the hymns

[madsmilfelsen]

Do you have a favourite rust story

there are so many top drawer writers in these parts with such knock out characterizations that I have no one favorite but if i could put them all in a bowl and drizzle them in chocolate i would i eat these up again like a sundae

Dead Flag Blues

The Creeping Woods

The Idler Wheel is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw

No Dominion

Under a Swollen Silver Moon

American Wasteland

Bolt the Horse

Rotten Luck

Something Stuck in Your Teeth

[taryn40k]

Well... you see, uh........

[sforzesco]

Out of genuine curiousity, if a genie lets you go to ancient rome and slap anybody, who are you slapping? (Personally Brutus because he's SO annoying and stupid like me)

Augustus, like it’s not even a question I’m climbing through the windows to his house and I’m wearing the clunkiest rings I own for this one

[rustywolf14]

Like about two years back I got the idea to make a second sona based a little more closely on how I look irl and who I'll use if I ever wanna do anything involving my voice such as live streams or YT vids

Meet Rust Pup! A little spaniel who's essentially just a gender bent version of Rusty (hence the similar name and me always drawing them together) lol

[maulfucker]

a handful of oc concepts

[mugzymiik]

some art i didn't post :3 + an au shitpost (say it with me yall: RUST IS A COWARD /SILLY)

[nikoisme]

Thinking hard so I have to share it with someone

Thinking about a man who's been suffering so endlessly only to return with more bloodshed he so desperately wanted to get rid of. How long will it take to clean those halls? How long until there are no longer blood stains stuck to every nook and cranny, or how long did the blood stick to him? Did it dry? Or did he desperately wash it off just afterwards because how could he ever embrace his wife looking like that?

Or was that who he was now? Did he ever accept the blood? Did he accept the fact it'll never leave him? Did he ever think the blood will follow him home?

oh my god. ohh my god. it's,, it's too early in the morning for me to think. now i'm thinking so hard. I am thinking so soo hard

thank you for deciding my thoughts for the day i am going to wither slowly and painfully now.

[restinrust]

REST IN RUST // @restinrust // Sammy Farrow

[anxiously-awaiting]

need to redesign my bedialter sometime bc i like . him but his design is a lil boringkfjlds

[darehearts]

oof hurricane beryl will go right over me tomorrow...  ripppp 😬

[taryn40k]

It's fiiine, it's gonna be fiiine, surely this isn't part of the Lord Inquisitor's plot, surely! :D Right?

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

@yearoftheotpevent April/Month 4: Prompt - Peace

"I don’t sleep, I just dream.”

Marty could tell, now, when Rust was actually sleeping. His features softened. His breathing evened out, and the half-formed words and nervous utterances dropped away from his lips. Not every night-- some nights Rust’s brow still furrowed and his mouth twitched off to the side, silently talking through horrors behind his eyes. Some nights he kicked Marty so hard in the shins and out of his own dreams that Marty wondered if he’d have been better off staying single, or at least buying a bigger fucking bed. Maggie had never fucking left bruises on his ribs with her fucking elbows, but then again, Maggie wasn’t Rust Cohle.

Who fucking was.

But when Rust was still-- at some kind of peace, maybe for the first time in his goddamn life-- sometimes Marty found himself awake anyway. Just watching. His own breathing slowing in time to Rust’s, the blue-grey light reflecting off the highway outside and onto Rust’s cheekbones.

Sissy-ass pansy-ass behavior, to be sure, watching another man sleep. Gayer somehow than the actual sex.

Whatever.

It brought him peace, too.

Rust’s heartbeat, slow. Hair falling in brown-and-silver tangles over his forehead.

Hard not to believe looking at him like that, that maybe, just maybe, there really was some grace and forgiveness to be found in the steady turning of the earth.