Rusted Muses

The beloved OCs of one Rusted Ursa. I will also reblog things I vibe with. I'm over 18. I will assume you're not until I see evidence to the contrary. I've no opinions on shipping, and I don't care to argue about it, sorry. Follow me to get a minimum of 4 bears on your dash each and every day.

[notbecauseofvictories]

A customer contacted our team with questions, and then finished their email with: "I am daunted by the complexities and unknowns." I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

[cameoappearance]

Reblog if you are daunted by the complexities and unknowns

[cesiousblue]

A new self-portrait done to submit to a cool project I hope to be part of! About it:

I wanted to submit a self-portrait that encapsulates my feelings about being a trans man. Being trans is an ongoing liminal experience- existing both in masculine and feminine realms, both part of society and standing outside of it. In Arthurian literature, nature is often both seen as a place of magic and adventure but also danger. The castle and its confines by contrast are seen as a place of order, humanity, and Christian fortitude. By standing at the castle wall, this knight exists in both realms. My armor is both signifies traditional masculinity but is also etched with things that matter to me: places, family, and ideas, and I hold guard for those in my community in a world that feels increasingly medieval. This is also about waiting: trans people and fat trans people specifically are often denied life-saving operations because of outdated policies.

[you can support my work and pick up commissioned pieces over on my Ko-Fi]

[glowcowboy]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

[its-your-mind]

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

[beautifulterriblequeen]

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

[monstermonger]

Visiting a childhood friend...

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[commonzinnia]

“why are you so upset?” idk man. maybe bc i have i get super upset disorder

[aromanticduck]

I find it kind of stupid how 'half full' vs 'half empty' is framed as an optimist/pessimist thing. If it starts full and gets halfway drained, it's half empty. If it starts empty and gets halfway filled, it's half full. If you don't know the starting state it's both simultaneously.

[theshape0fpunktocome]

(Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith)

[stuckinapril]

i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media

[stuckinapril]

“what do you like about it so much?” the fact that it cocooned me like a tender wool blanket during my vulnerable teenage years. next question

[mathew]

[drtanner]

A+ weird little dude, but I'm equally fascinated by the choice of music.

[vashti-lives]

I went to the county fair and there was a doll sized quilt show happening in the fiber arts hall?!

[elodieunderglass]

I’m deciding it now. All shows, conventions and fairs should have a second smaller version of themselves within them. Yes academic conferences, yes comic conventions, yes state fairs, yes horse shows, yes whatever old guys are doing with old cars.

They all have to have a second smaller version of themselves like a model village

[rusted-muses]

Inspired to make Evren a tiny quilt now.

[raggedybitchboy]

"if you want to be an animal so badly I'll start treating you like one"

Okay...you either just confessed to me you abuse animals OR you want to give me treats and pats

Like.. if someone says that to you there's no winning for them. It's such a dumb argument :/

[steelhyena-deactivated20241110]

"ill start treating you like a cat if you identify as one!!!"

so youll buy me weed??????? youll schedule and pay for all of my doctor visits for me?????? hoe where do i sign

[rusted-muses]

More people need to start treating me like a bear. As in, stay in your car and give me a wide berth as I walk by. Don't bother me. Don't touch me. Let me eat what I want.

[tlirsgender]

Sorry everyone I heard we needed more complex female characters so I took the "asshole with a heart of gold" and made her transition but now she doesn't hate being alive anymore so she's just a sweetheart who's kind of blunt but I'm gonna keep trying

[tlirsgender]

Luckily the gruff father figure with vulnerability issues had other problems going on so she's mostly the same

[tlirsgender]

The mad scientist is also happier now but her increased confidence isn't a good thing for anyone else involved so I'm counting this one as a success

[whereserpentswalk]

Select a powerful entity to pledge yourself to who'll cherish you and transform you into something inhuman

Lord of the winter fae whose blood flows with the snow of winter

Angel warlord from a heaven whose creator has long since abandoned

An insectoid scavenger that feeds on dead gods below the sea

An androgynous vampire girl trying to restore the kingdom her brother usurped

A djinn possessing a supercomputer posing as a sentient AI

The lord of all rats who wears a paper crown and weilds a cardboard sword

Lich who controls the largest library in the world

Demon with countless eyes who owns more souls than any other being on earth

Mushroom lord whose power lays deep below the earth

Eyeless witch whose power reaches deep below the sea and into the night sky

Living clothing made of liquid metal that whisper strange secrets into your ears

The abyss at the edge of time and space.

Voting ended onOct 12, 2024

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[whereserpentswalk]

I put a lot of work into this it would mean a lot if you reblog!

[rusted-muses]

Tony Kushner already told us what the angels are like. /j

[facts-i-just-made-up]

can you give me a made up fact in haiku form?

No, that’s more of a Haikubot thing. I’d not tread upon their gimmick.

[the-haiku-bot]

No, that’s more of a

Haikubot thing. I’d not tread

upon their gimmick.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[chelledoggo]

boomers be like "nobody had autism or ADHD when I was a kid!"

probably because back then, neurodivergent folks were dismissed as "insane" or "r-worded" and were thrown into mental asylums. and before that they were straight up just given hard drugs or lobotomies.

it's almost like as time goes on and technology/research evolves, so does our understanding of human beings and the inner workings of the mind.

WEIRD, RIGHT?

[rusted-muses]

Trivia: Before the British found Mount Everest in 1852, what was the tallest mountain in the world? Still Mount Fucking Everest.

Because real things are real whether or not some crusty old white guy knows its name and what it looks like.

[carrionhearted]

Sorry for infodumping about my special interest out of nowhere, you said a keyword and it activated my unskippable dialogue

[snivy]

literally everything is unisex if u stop giving a fuck

[kyrianne]

When I worked at Target, it was during the winter, and this guy comes up to my register with a neutral-colored beanie with a fake fur pompom on top. All embarrassed and cringing, asking me if it was a woman’s hat and if it would be weird for him to get it.

I was like, “It’s just a hat. If you like it and you wear it, it’s not a woman’s hat, it’s just your hat. You don’t need to follow what the tag says if you don’t want to.” And it was like I gave him some kind of awe-inspiring wisdom he’d never considered, and he left with that hat on his head.

More cishets need to hear and internalize this message because so many of them are avoiding things that would make them happy just because of it having a label on it for whatever gender.