#headless horseman
Another another social goal I forgot to post! This one was designing an isaac boss like a pokemon
“There is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for they have scarcely had time to finish their first nap and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have traveled away from the neighborhood; so that when they turn out at night to walk their rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon.”
My 3-year search for the Headless Horseman has ended.
Frank Frazetta’s “Headless Horseman” Version I (1995) Unused artwork commissioned for an advertisement for Newell. The original artwork was created with oil on canvas and is 24x20 inches.
Later in his career, Frazetta was able to be very particular with which jobs he accepted. Frazetta, a classic horror fan, gladly accepted painting his take on Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman. Within a week, Frazetta submitted his artwork for approval and it was denied. The art director said the artwork was too “friendly,” and requested a more menacing take on the Headless Horseman to better match the tone of the ad. In one night, Frazetta painted Headless Horseman Version II, which was then used for the Newell advertisement. Version II is posted in the comments below.
Fine Art Prints: FrazettaGirls.com
My entry for Shipwrecked Comedy’s Headless Series Fic contest. I’ve always loved the Socially Awkward Poe video where Edgar and Lenore try to write out the invitation to announce the series. So I figure I’d give it a bit of a twist for Shipwrecked’s latest project. I’m posting it here below but I’ve also uploaded it to my ao3page.
Summary: Ichabod Crane is new in town (cue John Mulaney voice) and decides he wants to throw some sort of social gathering so he can get to know people that aren’t his roommate, the infamous Headless Horseman.
Note: I have no clue how the Shipwrecked gang is actually going to be doing this aspect but it’s my Headless headcanon (badum tss) that the Headless Horseman can’t actually talk unless he has a head and therefore makes use of AAC (alternative/augmentative communication) in order to communicate with others. The speech language pathology student in me couldn’t pass up this opportunity especially since we don’t really get to see that kind of thing much in media.
Ichabod Crane’s game night VIP barbecue picnic for neighbors luncheon
Ichabod Crane had arrived in the quaint town of Sleepy Hollow only a few days ago. He was to begin as a science teacher at the highschool in a few weeks. Until then, he hoped to make some connections and possibly friendships with the townsfolk. As of yet this had not proved very successful, his only real connection beyond the most basic of acquaintances was his new roommate.
For lack of a better idea Ichabod decided that he could throw some sort of social gathering for the whole town in hopes of getting to better know the residents of Sleepy Hollow. Well okay, maybe one resident in particular more than others.
Ichabod settled himself at the kitchen table and opened up his laptop. He opened up a blank word document to start writing an invite.
“Greetings fellow Sleepy Hollow citizens…wait no… Sleepy Hollow folk…Sleepy Hollowans?” Ichabod muttered to himself as he typed away, erasing and composing increasingly worse attempts at a greeting.
“Oh my God you’ve been writing the first sentence for the past 15 minutes please for the love of everything unholy just move on.”
Ichabod jumped at the sound of his roommate’s voice coming from the living room. Well, not exactly his actual voice. Being the Headless Horseman, his roommate didn’t exactly have a mouth to speak with. Instead he used the text to speech function on his phone or a specialized app to communicate verbally when he needed to. Ichabod still didn’t understand how his roommate could hear him since he obviously also didn’t have ears but he’d learned to stop asking questions. Despite being a man of science he had decided to let it go lest he go insane at the anatomical implications involved in his roommate’s literal lack of a head.
“Sorry, I hadn’t even realized you were here,” Ichabod said, feeling rather flustered.
“Well I was trying to have a nap but who could with you yammering away forever,” the Headless Horseman, or HH as Ichabod had started calling him, replied, audibly annoyed. “What are you even going on about anyway?”
“Oh, I’m trying to write up an invite for a party,” Ichabod answered.
“You? Throw a party?” HH responded, followed by some sort of odd wheezing sound that might have possibly been a laugh.
“Well maybe not a party,” Ichabod conceded, though he didn’t appreciate his roommate’s tone. “I was thinking maybe more along the lines of a picnic. I hear the weather is supposed to be nice this weekend.”
“The weather is never nice in Sleepy Hollow,” HH stated. “And I hate to break it to you but the only place nice enough for that in this town is the cemetery.”
“A barbecue then?” Ichabod asked, scrambling for different ideas.
“You and what barbecue?” HH retorted. “Besides I wouldn’t trust you near an open flame.”
“Excuse you but I’m a science teacher!” Ichabod exclaimed, as if this explained everything. “I’ve used a Bunsen burner countless times. I can’t imagine it would be very different.”
“That still doesn’t change the fact that we don’t own a barbecue,” HH reminded him.
The exchange went on for some time, Ichabod throwing out every possible type of social gathering he could think of, only for his roommate to shoot down every single one categorically.
“Well what about a game night? Or maybe even a murder mystery dinner party?” Ichabod said, seriously starting to run out of ideas.
“Dude no that’s totally lame. And before you say it, no Gatsby themed party either this isn’t a film noir or whatever,” HH added, finally coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table across from Ichabod.
“Ugh you are absolutely impossible!” Ichabod cried out, thoroughly frustrated.
“Why are you even bothering making such a big deal over organizing something?” HH asked. “There’s already the annual bowling tournament that’s happening on Saturday.”
“Are you… are you kidding me right now,” Ichabod squeaked out, suddenly feeling his frustration reach a boiling point.
“Yeah the whole town is gonna be there,” HH explained, completely oblivious to Ichabod’s indignation. “Come to think of it, it’s the perfect opportunity for you to properly meet everyone.”
“If you had a neck I swear I’d be strangling you right now,” Ichabod grumbled, slamming his laptop shut and storming off to his room.
Great, another new crazy person, just what this town needs, the Headless Horseman thought to himself before going back to the living room to continue his nap.
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
Der Jäger / The Hunter, 2021, from Unternächte.
The headless horseman is a popular figure in German folklore and is said to have appeared in a forest of my home region. Often he is also described as a member of the Wild Hunt.
Washington Irving most likely wrote his draft for Sleepy Hollow on a tour through Europe and got inspired by the folklore he collected during his travels. The figure also appears in Ireland and other countries within Europe.
Since seeing a headless performer on a funfair when I was a small child, I became obsessed with the possibility to live without a head (and maybe with heads in general).
Illustration by Arthur Ignatius Keller, 1906, from The legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
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Can we re-use our moon background again? It is just too perfect for this one as well. The legend of Sleepy Hollow is the oldest icon to adorn the undeadWe design and is also front and center. The original was a short story published among 34 others by Washington Irving in 1820. Years later, the town North Tarrytown where the story was set officially changed its name to Sleepy Hollow.
This along with many other icons of horror can be found on the Chop Shop design undeadWe as a t-shirt, poster or among 148 other icons of horror and fantasy on this limited edition screen print.
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The Headless Horseman de Sleepy Hollow (1999).
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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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