#dullahans | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nonotnolan · 11 months

Text

Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon. The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started. So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me? I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile. I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe? I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head! I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears. I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands. “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip. “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise. He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up. “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position. “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me. “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword. Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body! He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.” Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said. Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant. He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe. Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant. He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day. Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate. The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life. It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that. And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Fuckin’ look at me, bro. I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now. You wish you could be a man like me!” He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed. “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric. You don’t gotta act so modest on my account. I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said. “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did. Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop. There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant. “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving. I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow. And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.” He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows. Well, most of a figure, at any rate. A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt. Desire. Longing. Lust. Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine. The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be. Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do. A primal, animalistic Need. And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt. I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben. If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced. I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts. “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me. “I know you, Eric. You think too much. If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him. Fuck that shit. This is all or nothing. You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well. I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me. Did I want it that badly? Would I be able to live with myself afterward? My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck. He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing. I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground. I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?” I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit. The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me. I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on. If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now. Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror. Can you blame me? You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would just assume that I had used tanning spray. Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally. No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds. Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

#male body theft #nerd to jock #male body transformation #muscle jock #nerd #selfish magic #headless male #detachable head #headless #detachment #natural body magic #dullahans

283 notes · View notes

daily-fantasy-ideas · 1 year

Text

You know when I see Dullahans in stuff they've either got nothing going on with their neck or they've got like some flames there (which tend to be blue for some reason), and all I'm thinking is what if there was something else going on there.

And then an idea that's a little fucked up and a little cool popped into my head, a constant steady eternal stream of blood that flows upwards from where the head and neck were severed.

Not just from the torso mind you but from the head too, which of course would result in the Dullahan's face being permanently coated in an ever-refreshing crimson sheen.

#swearing #cw decapitation #cw fire #cw blood #dullahan #dullahans #fantasy ideas #fantasy monsters #fantasy writing

16 notes · View notes

puppetmaster13u · 5 months

Text

Prompt 100

“What are you, a Kent?”

It’s a saying in the world of the supernatural. A well-known one even. See, several, many generations back, no one quite knows when, the Kent family managed to run afoul of a particularly nasty creature who laid a curse upon them. The original wording, no one quite knows either, but the gist, everyone is aware of. For no firstborns will be born to them before they already have one.

It was supposed to be airtight in a way, a curse that would end the entire bloodline really. For a child to exist before they could have a child? How could that be?

Well. That curse had… backfired. It had backfired massively. Most, at least back when blood was everything, didn’t exactly ponder things like adoption to those outside of their own bloodline. The Kents however, lived in a very simple village, one that had disease spread through it often back then, leaving families childless and children parentless.

What were they to do but take them in? And so they had a son, many sons and daughters even, before their firstborn. Now of course, most would simply dismiss it afterwards. After all, that was the end of the story, isn’t it?

Well, no. See, the curse was a family-line curse, a just in case perhaps, that meant that each generation could not have any children until they had children. Perhaps it should have ended there, but well. It didn’t.

Kents are a strange breed in the world of the supernatural, known for having a… bit of an adoption problem. If any child or babe were to be left near their land, one can be assured the family line would take them in as their own.

Fae, demon, human, changeling, satyr, cyclops, half-breeds, werewolf- it didn’t matter. A Kent would gladly pick the child up and raise it as their own. And now, they could add aliens to that long, long list in the family line.

And really, perhaps with this context, is it really surprising that when one Clark Kent, said alien, opens his door to a basket on his doorstep holding a trio of godlings, he takes them in with no questions asked?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #superman #clark kent #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #The kents didn't bat an eye at getting an alien kid #Pa might be human but his uncle was a literal angel & his aunt was a dullahan #ma kent got the rundown when the relationship got serious #she is completely fine with this #This is the woman who got Clark an “I believe” alien shirt #she is down to parent this alien baby #“Ma I found a three-for-one do you and Pa want to meet your new grandbabies”#“Bruce I need to know if you have baby supplies- No I didn't kidnap a baby I should be asking you that-”#“Since when did you have kids Smallville-”#“Since 3 this morning :)”#Clark with his 3 toddlers at home seeing Connor for the first time: GASP #Clark: Another baby!#Connor: I've technically been artificially aged up-#Clark already holding him: Baby!#100 prompts woo

2K notes · View notes

steampoweredwerehog · 1 month

Text

Headless Hopeless Romantic

Local Dullahan caught between carrying out unholy retribution or fostering his love life.

#headless horseman #Dullahan #folklore #Irish folklore #fantasy #OC #OCs #decapitation tw #just in case #Steamed doodles #monster x human #terato

739 notes · View notes

fleebites · 7 months

Text

will be attempting to do dailies for the month of October, no real prompt list, just vibes.

here are the first five.

1. ‘and whatever walked there, walked alone.’

2. ‘embrace me.’

3. ‘dullahan’

4. ‘odette odile’

5. ‘these things take time.’

#traditional media #october #deer #fawn #dullahan #swan lake #vulture #witch

1K notes · View notes

snejkha · 7 months

Text

Monstertober Days 15. Dullahan &16. Werewolf + Sword

#my dumb art #monstertober #monstertober2023 #werewolf #dullahan #character design #monstertober 2023

2K notes · View notes

tassjis · 9 days

Text

HermitcraftXMonsters

#Stressmonster101 #MumboJumbo #Vampire #ZombieCleo #Zombie #Rendog #Werewolf #cubfan135 #Mummy #iJevin #Slime #welsknight #Dullahan #Hermitcraft

511 notes · View notes

cemeterything · 2 years

Text

i think it'd be really funny if the headless horseman was just a ghost who left his head at home one day and when everyone started making up stories about the terrifying decapitated rider they encountered on the road he was too embarrassed to say he actually forgot to put his head on that morning and just decided to roll with it

#🐉#i love the headless horseman/dullahan so much. gotta be one of my favorite monsters.

16K notes · View notes

nanamis-username · 6 months

Text