#dirt man

[justoneletter]

[my2t3rry]

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[unclefathersantateddy]

Someone called Sunny sent me this on Discord (Idk their tumblr I'm sorry!!!) but I LOVE IT SOSOSOSO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA!!! This gives me gender in a non-literal way that I cannot explain :')

Credit once again to our burger prophet chongster62 on instagram!!

[mollykflood]

The Dirt Man song has always felt like some BS Gravity Falls cryptid that Ford had studied at one point.

I'll finish the full song one day, but for now enjoy a tidbit I made so I could learn how to use PROCREATE DREAMS on my ipad

[gavamont]

[void-my-warranty]

For @writingawaymylife

Johnny shoves the last of the offering under his pillow, carefully extracting his hand so it won’t disturb any piece of the ritual.

Disturb the ritual, disturb the man. The ghost. The whatever-it-is-he-is.

He’s fairly sure it’s real. He’s at least eighty percent sure he’s not gone off the deep end, and it’s factually necessary to do this every night so he won’t meet a fate worse than death.

Johnny turns out the lights and puts his head down, knowing that The Thing only comes after he’s fallen asleep, but finding himself too anticipatory to fall quickly into unconsciousness. His fingers dip into the roughness under his pillow, verifying that he’s safe.

It’s several hours later when he’s woken suddenly, with a large, clawed hand wrapping around his jaw.

“Do you have the sacrifice, human?” comes a familiar, low rasp in the darkness.

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir?” The Thing laughs like wind through a narrow alley. “Don’t insult me.”

“What do I call you, then?”

Finally the hand moves, stroking up one side of Johnny’s cheek. “I am earth. I am substance. I’ve come for my tithe. Now, human, what will it be? Dirt or flesh?”

Johnny shudders in his bed, an inexplicable bolt of excitement shooting up his spine at the offer he knows he can’t accept. “Dirt.”

The hand on his cheek stays there softly, almost like a warning, while an invisible appendage eases under his pillow to curl around the offering. Claws scrape the cotton fibers of his sheet.

“Good human,” The Thing says absently, the same way you’d praise a dog. “Maybe next time you’ll let me take you from this hovel. The underground is dark, but beautiful. Your blood is rich, I’d only need to feed a little.”

“Kind of you. I’ll be thinking on it.”

A low chuckle. “You will not, but that’s alright.” The shadow bends down towards his face, tilting slightly as if it can see him perfectly in the blackness, and it’s studying the exact expression of horror and conflict in Johnny’s eyes. “I like my bleeders willing.”

And then it’s gone.

Johnny turns onto his other side, staring unseeing at the jars of dirt stacked atop his desk. Practically a wheelbarrow full, yet the Dirt Man has never shown interest in anything that’s not hidden under his pillow.

Curious.

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[skull-keeta-art]

Back at it again to post one more picture for this month. So the funny thing about this picture is that I actually finished it years ago and completely forgot to post it. I only found it while looking through my old art for wips that I could possibly complete lol.

So this is one of the Mega Man OCs that I had made to go along with Terminal Man and that entire line of DSN robots that I may try to finish up sometime in the future.

DSN-003: Dirt Man, created with the help of one of my brothers for the theme.

Since I have a bad habit of not writing my ideas down, I have kind of forgotten what exactly his abilities are or what he does. I'm gonna go on a limb (heh) and say he probably helps with agriculture and the preservation of trees.

Anyways, that's all for now! My next post will likely be more Radiostatic stuff unless I decide to post a random doodle.

[tridentialspark]

fella is OCD af