Rust Stories

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You may find: kisses, angst, swears, comfort, suggestive jokes but nothing nsfw

Zero_One doesn't like Rust's social mask around them, and finally confronts their younger brother of a sort about this, but not without guidance from Armstrong. They find a compromise and are happy with each other again!!! Armstrong pov baybe!!!!

This book is meant for the pieces of art and random pictures of Fell x Lust that I have saved over the years, I have created it for the people like me who crave their little bits of crumbs they get from random artists that actually decide to draw for this ship This book is basically ship appreciation and to actually get people to notice that it exists I hope you enjoy it and possibly join the army of Toughlove shippers that I am building (None of the artwork in this book is mine unless said otherwise, I have noted that I did not credit a lot of the artists within this book, I do hope you'll accept my apology for that, I was young when I first created it and did not know that I had to do that, if you do know the artist, feel free to tell me and if you know if they allow reposting or not, I have no issues taking anything down if the artist wishes for no reposting) This book was more dedicated for my friend @fazbearfright12345 But of course everyone is welcome to view, comment, and vote if they so please

A museum night attendant checks a humidity alert in the textile wing and finds the Ashby Dress breathing inside its glass case. The building hums; rust blooms; the dress asks a simple thing-Wear me. Ruth steps across the line between conservation and use, consent stitched bead-click by bead-click, and learns there are only two honest choices: rust out or wear out. Quiet, intimate haunt-not gore but heat, memory, and the ethics of touch. Liminal, sensual, human-first horror. Content note: sensuality/consent themes; no explicit sex, no gore.

(An edited version of the book I wrote as a kid) Unfortunate misfortunes seem to be a common occurance in this childs life, will he be able to escape the hand that holds him and that wont let go?

In Saudi Arabia's industrial and commercial sectors, maintaining machinery, pipelines, and metal structures is crucial for efficiency and durability.

A decaying house hides piles of skeletal remains and a cursed chainsaw that stirs with a life of its own, feeding on anyone who dares to enter.

You're a car driving through Radiator springs...and you meet the hottest old man ever...I mean tow truck. Will Mater fall in love with you? Will you be able to stop Lightning Mcqueen from smoking weed? Will you ever be able to lick his rust? this story causes me unbearable pain

A medieval man loses his arm in a single brutal stroke but refuses to die. Using his teeth and belt straps, he lashes a knife to his stump and survives against nature itself. Over time, he becomes something more than human-gaunt, tireless, and feared-a hollow figure who wanders through gallows and battlefields, leaving behind only blood, silence, and the whisper of steel in the dark.

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Rust is a domestic word and is easily identified with its color and appearance.Its composition is iron oxide which is formed by the chemical reaction between iron, water / atmospheric moisture and oxygen. Iron surfaces need to be kept off contact with water and moisture by being covered with protective paint coating which is possible at a very basic level. There is a scenario change when it comes to an industrial environment, simple paint coatings may not be effective or even feasible. Its here that rust preventive oils come into play. Lets brush through the applications and features of rust preventive oils

In deepening our prayer life, aids like Christian prayer beads can be extremely helpful. The beads are not ornaments but are employed as a physical aid to keep the believers focused and attuned while praying. From the traditional rosary to the special Protestant prayer beads, each type bears its own meaning and purpose. As Thom O'Leary Mountainbrook Church, who writes with his usual accessible style of faith, would say, "These tools help us stay connected with God's heart." Whether you are new to prayer beads or are revisiting their significance, there's something for all to learn.

"Second Chance at Sunset" is a romantic tale of second chances and rekindled love. Lily and Rust, former high school sweethearts, must navigate their past mistakes and misunderstandings to rekindle their romance. Set against the picturesque backdrop of Negros Island, this story explores the transformative power of relationships and the message that one person can change your life.

Brenda

➥ Do you ache for ROBLOX myth content, but everything here is so painfully outdated and cringy? Well, I am here to write stuff about ROBLOX myths and... the reader! you! Since these are oneshots, I can write various things!! Such as, > Myth x Reader > Myth x Myth > Reader befriending a myth > Reader and myth angst > Reader simply having a casual time with a myth > Reader interacting with VARIOUS myths (eg reader is in the days union...) > And other stuff!! Please check out the 1st chapter for information on what I CAN and CANNOT write!!

Workin' on it!

Every million years, a new earth turtle is born. This one only being 742 years, has started its journey with a castle, foliage, and a waterfall cascading from a small pond on its back. As this earth turtle floats through the cosmos and different dimensions, it encounters other earth beings and celestial bodies.

In the heart of New Haven, where the clamor of machinery echoes through the streets and the glow of soul-powered lanterns illuminates the bustling thoroughfares, lies the world of the Mids. Here, amidst the towering edifices of the Highs and the sprawling tenements of the Lows, I, Alex, find myself navigating the intricate web of society that defines our existence. As a Mid, I am neither at the zenith of power like the Highs nor relegated to the depths of despair like the Lows. We Mids occupy the precarious middle ground, striving to carve out a semblance of stability and prosperity in a world fraught with inequality and uncertainty. From the moment we are born, we are assigned our place in the social hierarchy based on the extent of our soul's reach and the strength it wields. For some, like the Highs, whose souls extend meters beyond their bodies, power and privilege come effortlessly, their every whim catered to by the machinery that surrounds us. But for us Mids, whose souls reach only a fraction of that distance, life is a constant struggle against the forces that seek to keep us in our place. We toil away in the factories and fields, our labor fueling the engines of progress that drive our society forward, yet reaping only a fraction of the rewards that it bestows upon the privileged few. And then there are the Lows, whose souls barely extend beyond their bodies, consigned to a life of poverty and hardship that knows no end. They are the forgotten ones, the invisible masses upon whose backs the foundations of our society are built, yet whose voices are seldom heard amidst the cacophony of progress.But amidst the rigid hierarchy that dictates our lives, there are whispers of change on the wind, murmurs of discontent that grow louder with each passing day. For within each of us lies the potential to defy the constraints of our birth and forge our own destiny, to rise above the limitations imposed upon us and grasp hold of a future that is truly our own.