#dullahan
So I needed some inspiration and desided to do the 30 day monster girl challenge. But ended up coming up with an idea of a human school teacher running a school where somehow only “monster” girls end up attending. and then i did them all in 4 days. but they are all there.
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11. ne pas répéter chez soi, j'ai pété ma main j'ai même pas fini // don’t try this at home i destroyed my hand didn’t even finish
sinon un fouet fait de vertèbres c'est fucking métal
#octencre #inktober #dullahan #sleepyhollow #spinewhip
https://www.instagram.com/p/CGYhzzWH7sx/?igshid=hfli797zgcvn
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Doodles! Dullahan, demons, and vampires, oh my!
1-3 Maeve is a dnd one-shot character, a dullahan, and has a nightmare for her steed
4-6 Isoulde and her dad Balthazar have are p much snow leopard cat demons. Abbadon is the mother. It was a cold night and Balthy was warm
7-10 Vampire shenanigans. Queen Adelaide fell for a human who was a hunter and he couldn’t kill her but she was put into an eternal rest.
8 is Linda, who spent centuries as a half vampire fetus because Addy was in a dormant state.
9 is Bree and her favorite human, who is supposed to be slaying vampires but gets distracted for some reason
10 is Alexandria, a damphir and also one of my oldest ocs
a goofy #headlesshorseman for @tenaciousbeezy!!! Poor Ichabod had no chance :c #folklore #dullahan #sleepyhollow #art #digitalart #undead #equine #ichabodcrane
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#fanart #traditionalart #markerart #durarara #durararafanart #celtysturluson #dullahan #durararacelty #durararaceltysturluson #celtysturlusonfanart So, few years ago I drew Celty on a box and I’m happy how she turned out.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CNamttPBsRJ/?igshid=183lzgj2f9fyv
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Day 30 of Inktober! I’m glad it’s almost done because I’m almost out of ink! ><
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@inktober #inktober #inktober2019 #monstergirl #dullahan #headless #catch #hrfarrington #hrfarringtonart @beepaper #beepaper #kawaiipinup #pinupartist #penportrait #penandink #artistbyheart #illustratedartwork #handdrawn #bnwart #penartist #characterdesign #girlsketch #justdraw #mydoodles #womeninart #artcommunity #kawaiiaesthetic #conventionartist #artistoninstagram #cuteillustration
https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Q2EeMjis3/?igshid=xudqijfthl5b
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Day 27: Heads Will Roll!
The first day of Fall has arrived, and with it comes the season for spooky artwork! The Dullahan is a type of Fae from Irish Folklore that appears as a headless horseman… I thought it was the perfect subject matter to begin this year’s spooky Autumn season
Illustration by Arthur Ignatius Keller, 1906, from The legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
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![“Dullahan” Sketchbook & Digital, 2017 [ The Black Rabbit 3 Year Anniversary ] It&rsq](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c7ee777b9f926878a06f0272932ab12f/tumblr_p4zvbtu2OK1rqfoq5o1_1280.jpg "“Dullahan” Sketchbook & Digital, 2017 [ The Black Rabbit 3 Year Anniversary ] It&rsq")
“Dullahan” Sketchbook & Digital, 2017
[ The Black Rabbit 3 Year Anniversary ]
It’s wild thinking that this venture of mine is 3 years old already! It feels like it was only last year that I kicked this off. With a lot in the works I’ve been a bit absent recently, but I’m hoping there’ll be a little more of me around come summer/fall. This is an ode to the oddities that comprise life and how to take each step forward in your own stride :)
A piece I worked on for a client, hence the titling in it, so I hope y'all enjoy it. If the mood strikes you, feel free to comment and share with your thoughts
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#Inktober Day 2 - “Mindless”!
penny is a dullahan who uses a pumpkin to express herself!
she collects scented candles and uses different ones every day..
might start doing character designs for this inktober instead haha
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A concept for a LANCER rpg character, she’s like a dullahan but her head is a hologram. Don’t think too hard about how she’s still alive. Her mech would look like some kinda headless centaur thing, have to think more about that…
Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 11 Dullahan
She tried for a fifth time to start the car only to hear the sputtering gasp of her hopes dying. The engine chugged and whirred but failed to turn. She sunk her head against the steering wheel. No reception, no car, no idea where she was, other than screwed. All to attend some stupid Halloween party out in the middle of nowhere, hardly worth getting lost on a road with no houses or street lamps that cut through for forest for a seemingly endless distance.
She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her, leaning against it and wrapping her arms around herself. She suddenly wished she had wore something warmer, the air was frigid as if it were the end of November, not the unseasonably warm temperature it had been when she had left her house. She looked down at the somewhat skimpy armor she wore under the thin coat, it was cheap and didn’t cover enough to keep her warm. Why couldn’t the party have had a normal theme, this medieval thing wasn’t really her idea of fun, but her friend had begged her to come, even going so far as to finding her this costume.
As she fretted over her costume and tried to make up her mind if it was worth braving the cold to find… something, she heard a noise. She strained to make out the sound as it slowly approached, it sounded like… hooves? She peered down the road and saw a shape moving, there was a carriage being pulled by two horses, illuminated by a feeble lantern. She almost laughed, not quite the savior she had wished for, but at least riding a stage coach home would make for an interesting story in the morning if she could get a ride. As the coach slowly approached she noticed something odd. There was no driver, the seat was empty and the horses seemed content to trot down the road by themselves.
As the wagon approached she tried to call out to the horses and was happy that they approached and stopped beside her. She walked to the side of the carriage and looked inside the small window. It looked old, worn out and tattered. What once had been a fine fabric was faded and torn, bit of paint chipped from the wood where there weren’t holes, and even the horses looked shabby though oddly spirited. Half afraid the carriage would fall apart she gingerly climbed up to the coach’s seat and instantly regretted it.
She wind the wind get sucked out of her lungs, and her vision went dark. Everything was black and she couldn’t breath, a burning sensation threatened to consume her and she tried to cry out to no avail. Suddenly the flames died and she was left cold and confused, lying on the ground a short distance from the carriage.
Well her head was at least. Through large dark pupils the girl watched as her body touched it self in confusion, she was controlling it, but seeing it from afar, like trying to do a complex action in the reflection of a mirror. She slowly staggered down from the carriage and made her way to what she could only image was her head seeing as her body ended at the neck, her head having being replaced with a cold flame that made her body look pale and blue. Her armor also looked shiny and detailed in a way that it hadn’t before. She bent down and watched her own fingers grasp at her, eventually grabbing her own head by the hair and dangling it oddly. She couldn’t help but to smile a grin that was far too toothy for a human at the image of her holding her own head, and she took a moment to get a better grip before climbing back onto the carriage.
With a crack of the reigns the dark horses burst into a full gallop and the battered carriage tore down the road at a breakneck speed toward the party. Maybe somewhere there would need a ride…
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