/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>You walk into the dusty town. She's behind you, her wrists tied in a rope leash, a grim expression on her face. You notice the wanted posters hanging outside the Sheriff's office. Apocrypha Lara, wanted for bank robbing, kidnapping, cattle rustling, and aggravated lewdness. A reward of five hundred dollars dead, one thousand if you bring her in alive enough for an execution.

>The sheriff's ecstatic. The money's wired in in no time, as he keeps her tied up in the cell. She'll be dead by dawn. The sheriff invites you to stay to see that the thing's done right, but you shrug it off.

>In the cold light of predawn, a group of townsfolk gather in the dust, staring up at the gallows. The hangsman's got his hood on, the priest's giving her the last rites. The sheriff's got a grin a mile wide, as you watch from cover of the sage bushes, your horse pawing the ground nervously.

>The moment comes. They ask if she's got any last words. She just grins. They pull the lever. Even from the bush, you can hear it. The creak of the hinge. The snap of the rope going tense. The heavy, dull sound of a body hitting the ground.

>Folks are a little bit flummoxed. Decapitations happen sometimes, when they don't get the hanging right. Usually the body doesn't start standing up right after. Doesn't matter, though, because you're already riding full pelt towards the gallows.

>The sheriff's quicker on the draw than you would have expected from a civil servant. He's fumbling for his pearl-handed revolver, and Apocrypha Lara's still regathering her wits, groping for her own head in the sand. You draw your gun, and take a bead. There's a crack-snap, and the crowd scatters as the revolver pinwheels out of the man's hand, air filled with curses as he grabs at his stinging fingers.

>You reach down, grab Lara's shoulder with one hand, her hair with the other, and yank both halves onto the horse. Her body clings to you from behind, you hold her head to your chest as you spur the horse on, people shouting, confusion filling the air.

>"Next time, I want more than half!" her head shouts. "That bastard sheriff nearly shot me! Can you believe that? After I survived his hanging fair and square!"

>You just grin and keep riding.

>>168137

>Spaghetti Western Dullahans

That's adorable.

>>168256

What's the third one from? I've seen monmusu lewds before, but I don't think it's from the anime.

Is there any doujin about dullahans?

>>168289

It's not from the anime series, but I did come across it , albeit censored, over on pixiv a few days ago

>>168381

ere we go, boyo

She's a fine lookin lass

http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=52742904

>>168374

I wonder if there is.

Dullahan content must be rare.

>>168374

>>168750

Only dullahan doujin I know of is "Just a bit of Dullahan".

http://nhentai.net/g/105314/

>>168772

I couldn't find more unfortunately.

>>168132 (OP)

>Me and Sheren are sitting at the edge of a ferry.

>Sheren clings onto her head.

>Even after stripping Sheren's cursed silver armor her head is still detatched from her body.

>Sheren says, "when we find that big nosed merchant again I'm going to break his fucking nose."

>Can't shake the feeling Sheren is upset at me cause I told her not to buy the armor.

>I want to hug Sheren so badly.

>Normally she's a business-like commander.

>After seeing her emotional side I can't help but sympathize.

>Sheren has a sexy athletic body despite the scars.

"Oi, boss."

>She glares at me.

"I might be a green horn, but if you need someone to talk to I'm game."

>Sheren puts her head in my lap.

>"Pull down your pants."

"Pardon."

>"I said pull down your pants."

>This escalated quickly.

"With all due respect sir my contract explicitly state to have no romantic relationships in the company."

>Sheren presses her body against my back.

>She begins to unbuckle my belt.

>"Then consider this a necessary action for your companion's survival until I get my head back on. No romance, just sex."

>Sheren begins rubbing her hands underneath my pecks as I pull my pants down.

>Can feel Sheren's breath on my dick.

>Sheren grabs her head.

>She almost chokes herself pulling her head into me.

>Sheren lets go.

>Her head falls in my lap gasping for air.

"You're not very good at this are you?"

>Sharen puffs up her blushing cheeks and looks away.

>Begin fapping.

"I'll cum in your mouth and you can swallow. How's that?"

>Sheren's body starts playing with my nipples as she presses her breasts against my back.

>Damn this feels good.

>Holding Sheren's head with one hand I ejaculate into her open mouth.

>Sheren closes her mouth around the tip of my dick to suck the rest out of the shaft.

>Sheren's body stands up and grabs her head.

>Sheren puts her head onto her shoulders before swallowing.

>A bit of cum leaks through her neck.

>"Pull your pants up," she says. "We're five minutes away from shore. Help me put my armor back on."

>Do as ordered.

>Bend over to pick up a curiass.

>Sharen slaps my ass hard.

>It stings.

>"Never again tell me I'm not very good at anything, that's an order."

>[sigh]

>This is going to be a long trip to tge church.

>I'm looking forward to it.

>>168827

Interest piqued.

>>168992

Just a one shot that came to mind. I'm not sure if I want to continue or not.

>>169046

Please do, I don't think I've ever seen a dullahan story in here. I've probably just missed those but it's still rare.

>>169066

Dullahan content is rare, I already expect this thread would die soon.

>>169080

How do Dullahan necks work, both in monmusu and the legends?

Is it some durarararararara black mist thing or is just like a cut neck, except the blood doesn't gushes out because of magic?

>>169082

I think Drrr popularized the smoke/mist thing, and most of the time there's no blood from the neck stump.

>>169082

Depends on the writer.

Example would be the difference between Crabman's monsters to their KC counterparts.

>>169085

>smoke/mist thing

So, how does it feel to put your dick in it, like in the gift?

>there's no blood from the neck stump.

No blood at all, just skin and empty veins, or no blood gushing out?

>>169090

As I said, delends on the writer.

You write your own variation of dullahan.

>>169092

>delends

*depends

>>169092

>depends on the writer.

So, there's no consistency whatsoever in the original legends?

>>169090

>how does it feel to put your dick in it

Like silky bags of sand

>>169095

W-why does mist feel like silk?

>>169096

That's just how I imagined dullahan mist/smoke would feel like if it was tangible.

>>169082

It all depends on head canons. It changes depending on who is making the dullahan.

The way I headcanon dullahans is that they have a slight amount of smoke in the neckhole but only enough so that you can't properly see inside. The smoke doesn't waver around outside like in Durarara. The smoke represents the link between the body and the head so that the head feels what the body feels and vice versa. Sticking your dick in either neck hole is what you would expect. For the head it is like sticking a dick up from her neck and out her mouth. For the body it is like sticking a dick down her oesophagus.

>>169094

Original legends have dullahans wielding whips made from the spinal cord of humans and their heads are horribly decomposing.

They're also afraid of gold.

They're gruesome and are a kind of fairy folk surprisingly.

>>169102

>Sticking your dick in either neck hole is what you would expect. For the head it is like sticking a dick up from her neck and out her mouth. For the body it is like sticking a dick down her oesophagus.

It's moments like these that make me wonder why I'm discussing putting your dick in necks at 2am in a nazist viatnamese cartoon christian h8 machine.

>>169103

>Original legends have dullahans wielding whips made from the spinal cord of humans

Brutal.

>and their heads are horribly decomposing.

Headcanon will fix that

>They're also afraid of gold.

Did anyone else imagine a Tanuki traveling with a dullahan only to "save" her from gold?

Dropping the greentext format to make it easier to read.

 Part 1

Made it to Monster City. Other than a close encounter with a wolf pack, which we hunted and skinned a few, Sheren and I are just fine.

The place is so bizarre. It's full of many twisted and strange creatures who do human things but in monster ways. A kobold yaps at a harpy mailman as she delivers mail until her half-Orc neighbor bops her on the nose with a rolled newspaper.

First thing Sheren decides to do is barter our wolf hides to the blacksmith. We find a sign with a single eye over an anvil.

"This must be the place," I said.

Sheren ignores me and enters. It appears to be an entire workshop run by hulking humanoids wearing masks and aiprons. We can hear the clang of hammers striking red hot metal.

As Sheren approaches the service desk a three foot tall gnome suddenly hops up from under the table almost bumping his head on Sheren's breast plate. Sheren was so surprised her head accidentally falls off her shoulders.

Oh shit.

I catch Sheren's head just as it rolls off her chest. The blacksmith laughs and slaps his knee and says "you're not the first woman I met who almost lost her head." Sheren is so embarrassed her face turns red in my arms. I give Sheren a few head pats to calm her down.

The gnome rolls out some parchment paper over a soft leather cushion. He rolls his hand and bows saying "please rest your head on the table."

I set Sheren's head down facing the gnome. I have to ask, "what's a gnome doing in a city full of monsters?" The gnome takes some measuring tape and begins to measure out Sheren's head. "Three simple reasons really," he replies. Economics, politics, and women."

"Sounds all complicated to me."

Sheren's body grabs my arm so hard her nails sink into it. I pat Sheren's hand until she stops. The gnome then rolls up his tape. "I think I can make you a custom gorget that will keep your head on your shoulders. Hell, I'll give you a discount for bringing me those pelts."

Sheren raises the question, "But my armor is cursed. I was hoping to lift the curse and return to normal."

"Cursed armor you say?" asked the gnome stroking his beard. "So you weren't born this way?"

Sheren shakes her head. "Afraid not."

The gnome jumps up and clicks his heels. "No problem! It's been thirty years since I made an extension to cursed equipment. Oh boy, this is so exciting."

"What's so exciting about cursed armor?" I ask.

"More importantly can you break the curse?" Sheren interrupts.

"Huh? I'm a alchemist not an enchanter," says the gnome. Sheren sighs. "Plus, with how complicated the curse is no bishop of the churches I know can lift it."

Sheren is hit with a realization. I can see her eyebrows twitching as she tries not to cry.

The gnome takes a pipe out of his pocket. He uses his thumb like a lighter and lights it. He sits back in his desk chair and kicks up his feet. He says, "You can try the monastery in the high mountains north west of here. Unlike the church, the monastery actually studies Arcana like a science."

"Perhaps that's where we should go next." I kneel down to Sheren. "What do you think boss?" Sheren looks up to me with a "no shit" glare. She replies "like I have a choice."

"Fantastic," applauds the gnome. "There isn't many adventurers in this day and age. The gnome hands me a book. "Here, this is a gift from me?" I take the book. I briefly flip through the pages only to find them all blank. "It's a diary for you to write your adventures in." I slip the diary into my backpack and give my thanks.

"Now," the gnome says as he puts on his glasses. "It's time to measure your lady friend's shoulders." Sheren calls out "I'm actually his boss. Anon follows my orders." The gnome rubs his beard and says "oh I see. Then perhaps you would like to meet my assistant. She'll help measure your chest and shoulders."

…To be continued.

part 2

A lovely woman enters the room. She appears to be of human proportions at least. Well all except for her single massive lapis lazuli eye in the middle of her head. Her glasses… Err… Glass is made from a silver frame. The monoeye woman has braided ash black hair held up by a white flower hair pin and silver stud earrings.  She's wearing a casual blue gray linen dress with black high heels to match. Sheren seems intimidated by the monoeye's stare. Likewise the monoeye seems intimidated by Sheren's headless body as well. "This is Iris," the gnome introduces. I can feel the gnome elbow me.  "She's my lovely assistant. Wouldn't you agree lad?" Iris blushes. Then Sheren's body steps between the gnome and I and commands "the only agreement that'll happen is to put my head back onto my shoulders damn you." I sidestep and respond "Yes sir. Whatever you say sir."

Iris giggles. "Thank you but I'm not really that pretty Saltpeter." The gnome I pesume to be Saltpeter rubs his nose. "Well you're more than what a father could ask for." Iris blushes again. I scratch my head. I have to ask, "How come you're not a one-eyed three foot tall gnome." Iris approaches me with a smile and says "Saltpeter, errm… I mean father married my mother last year."

"I see. I see."

I took a seat in the chair. Iris moves her eye all over the place. I can see her iris and pupil grow and shrink like a telescope as she examines Sheren's body. "Now… Does this body have a head?"

"What kind of bullshit question is that!?" Sheren shrieks. Iris looks behind Sheren's body and sees Sheren's head behind her own ass. Iris bows. "My apologies miss. I should have realized your voice wasn't where I thought it was."

"At least you didn't think Sheren was talking out of her ass."

Sheren's face grows red. Her body grabs me by the shirt and lifts me off of the floor. Iris grabs Sheren's hand. "Miss, please. That's not the exit." Sheren looks to her right. "I see it," she says as she turns her body to face the open door. Sheren pushes me out the door. I fall on the cobblestone. When I get up I see Sheren's body slamming the door shut.

I heard from the guild Sheren was a special snow flake general's daughter. I wasn't expecting her to be this bad.

That's all for now.

>>169276

Can't wait for more.

>>169276

I am excite

Decided to pull out some dried venison for lunch as I wait for Sheren's measurments to finish.

Bored.

I already finished my snack. Seems like outside the city walls isn't as exciting as inside. I ask a lamia guard on patrol what's inside. She tells me it's "none of my business and I should be thankful there's fools providing services outside for travelers." The walls within Monster City are for residents of the confederation. And as a human, not a monster, I am forbidden to enter. I thank the guard for her time. She slithers off without saying a word. I wonder if Saltpeter faced the same discretion.

The smithy door opens. Iris walks out of the door and nearly faints. I run up to Iris. Iris is hanging off of the door with what looks like a heart in the middle of her pupil. "You're so lucky," she says. "I wish I had a body like that."

God damn it.

Sheren must be pissed. Looks like I might not get any sleep tonight.

Sheren, using her hands to hold out her head, peeks out from the side of the door. Her face is bright red. "Umm anon?"

I stand up. "Yes sir?" Sheren looks at my bag. "Spare clothes. I need them now." I scratch my head. "These are my spare clothes though." Sheren glares at me and asks "Are you disobeying my order?" I open the back pack. "I haven't washed these yet." I hand Sheren my tunic and pants. "You have been warned."

Sheren pulls her head in and snatches my clothes. Then she closes the door. Iris meanwhile regains her composure and sits down by the door. Iris says "I'm sorry if I worried you. That wasn't very professional of me." I sit next to Iris and tell her "it doesn't matter if you're a professional or not. As long as you are well that's all I need to hear. I'm just a stranger. So the least I can do is hope for your well being."

Iris looks at me. I can see my reflection off of her moist eye. Iris says "around Monster City that's a little too generous to offer strangers wishful thinking."

"Maybe it's because I'm a country boy from a serf family that I'm foolish enough to thank those offering their services."

Iris takes off her glass to blink. She wipes a few tears with her rag. I have to ask "So, are you into women?" Iris freezes.

I should have kept my mouth shut.

"N-no… Maybe?" Iris replies. "I was raised with three brothers. So I don't see many female cyclopses aside from mother."

I ask "what about the other species around here?"

"They're too exotic for me to take any real interest," says Iris. "I'm more interested in creatures with bodies closer to mine. Especially women."

"Why women?"

"Because I've always wanted to forge armor for women of my species." Iris sighs. "Before I was born my clan was nearly wiped out because monster hunters killed the women, not the men. I was the only female born in my family."

"That's harsh," I comment. "I understand why you want to empower women of your clan after that."

Iris puts her glass back on. "I wish mother would," she says. "She's too set on the old ways. That's why I can't pick up a forging hammer."

"But you can design armor with pop's help right?"

Iris nods. "It's going to take at least two days before the gorget is ready. It requires tempering and a bit of enchantment in case the armor eats the coil like it did your boss's clothes."

"Shit…" I look at Irus. "I'm going to need new pants aren't I?"

Iris giggles. "There's a weaver around the east gate who can tailor magical clothing for your boss. She's close to the inn."

Sheren steps out of the door. The v neck in the tunic clearly shows her cleavage while the pants sags just below her navel. Sheren brushes her long red hair out of her face revealing a leather choker, possibly to keep her head on. "Your clothes stink by the way." I stand up and slip the backpack back on. "I'll wash them tonight at the inn." Sheren yawns. "Good, because I'm famished and I want a real meal tonight. Let's move out." Sheren starts heading towards the east gate.

"What about your armor?"

Iris stands up and says, "your armor will be inside the quarantine safe. When you're ready to retrieve it, the suit will be here." Iris waves at us. "Good bye!"

I wave back at Iris until Sheren grabs my shoulder. "Let's go," she says. I quietly follow Iris to the east gate inn.

Somehow I was a fool we would be expected in good company.

>>169531

>navel

Oh yes.

Frick, 8chan ate the next part I was going to post. Might have to wait until 4-5 hours later. I have to clean the house now. Sorry guys.

I got a few more parts for you tonight /monster/.

Part 1

Sheren and I finally arrive at the east gate late in the afternoon. We managed to find a comfortable two story white corner house nesting beside the stables with a sign that says "INN". In the corner of the house there'a a patio protected by what looks like a vent in the awning and dark glass walls. Kind of an odd and expensive choice, but it certainly stands out from the Gothic designs I'm used to at home. We see an orange glow inside. That's where Sheren and I enter.

The patio inside has been completely refurnished into a bar. There's a fire pit in the center for warmth surrounded by cabana furniture for the seats and tables. There's a few heavier seats stacked up by the house wall possibly for heavier customers. The glow from the sunset outside is almost non-existent. Alongside said wall there appears to be a small bar where. Sheren and I were just about to take a seat until we notice a short and stocky bug bear being heckled by three gentleman in templar uniforms. Judging by their sigils on their quilted armor they must be Paladindus in training.

Sheren and I cautiously approach the group. On the way we can overhear the conversation.

"So you're out of ale, eh?" asks the head of the gang. The bug bear, a stocky old fellow with big goblin ears, a monocle, and white mustache raises his hands as if he's being robbed. He speaks with a fairly posh accents. "Terribly sorry young sirs. If you can wait until tomorrow I'll get a new shipment this evening." The Paladindu-in-training steps back and folds his arms. "What a shame. You know according to our treaty the outskirts of Monster City MUST provide services to humans. It'd be quite a shame if our god emperor heard that one of it's citizens isn't providing his royal knights service."

Sheren approaches the Paladindus. "You must have heard the treaty wrong, simpleton," Sheren says. "Monster City CAN provide service and earn a profit from our coins. Just as under human law the businesses here have the right to refuse service to anyone." All three squires turn their attention to Sheren. Sheren then leans on the bar saying, "And you heard the gentleman, err, goblinoid…" Sheren whispers "no offense" to the bug bear on the side. He bows to Sharen. "My name is Bogard, madam. Bogard Bristles."

"Right," Sheren acknowledges. "Mr. Bristles here cannot provide you an item he doesn't have in stock." Whether or not this was part of her plan, all three squires stare at Sheren's cleavage. I got a good look at all of them.

To sum it up, all three kids are your typical bully gang. There's the big balding guy from behind, darken skin, quite tall and buff, and he has an excellent smile. This guy must really love brushing his teeth. I can tell from the morning star hanging from his belt he's the strong arm.

Then there's the wise-cracking little smart ass who repeats whatever his boss says. He's a fairly thin lad with dark hair, light skin, and green eyes. The lad seems to be a bit anorexic as his cheek bones are showing. He has a lot of satchels around his belt making me predict he's the spiritualist. He's armed with a small crossbow which makes me think he isn't good in close combat.

And finally we have the boss himself. A handsome lad with fake bleach blond hair, tanned skin, blue eyes, and an obviously fake smile so obvious his massive mandible can't distract me enough from it. On his back is a strapped round shield and sword. I can't see any other side weapons on him which gets me thinking how confident he is with his blade.

Hotwheels don't fail me now.

Part 2

It took Sheren a moment to realize the six pairs of eyes gawking at her cleavage. Now she's mad. Sheren approaches the squires saying "Today is Sunday." The leader straightens his posture and smirks. He then rubs his nose. "Of course it is fair lady. Sunday is a wonderful day to grab a nice mug of ale."

Sheren puts her finger in the squire's face. "And those who follow the precepts like all squires should know that drinking is forbidden on the Sabbath. You fucking morons!" The squire steps back raising his hands. He looks at his companions. Then he looks at Sheren and says "Well… Yeah. See we… Ahem… We were actually going to buy ale for tomorrow to take back to base." The two minions nod their heads in agreement.

"Uhh… Yeah! We were," Says the little smart ass.

"Sure, whatever you say boss," says the brutish man.

Sheren doesn't buy it. She pulls out her stiletto, still sheathed, from her belt and begins to play around with it. "You know… I considered following the church once," says Sharen as she looks at her blade. "I did fantasize about the strong, loyal, and handsome Paladindus fighting alongside each other. They were the first to answer the call of duty and the last to leave the battlefield. Such honorable men."

The leader smiles. He approaches Sheren. "I might be a templar in training, but I know almost everything about the Paladindu's code," he says. "Perhaps if you'd like you to return with us to base I can teach you everything…" The templar-in-training leans on the bar. "…I know." The two Paladindus chuckle behind him.

Sheren draws her stiletto. The templar-in-training steps back. "You hardly know the laws of the land. Let alone anything about honor."

The templar-in-traning raises his hands. "But-"

Sheren points the stiletto at the templar. "Trying to cause a war over an inn having not ale on a sabbath day is a mistake I can overlook. What I can't overlook is your inability to identify the monsters you're sworn to protect your kind from."

Sheren takes the knife and unscrews the buckle to the choker on the back of her neck. The choker falls into her breasts. And Sheren's head falls into her lap. Suddenly, all three boys grow pale. "Y-y-yyyou're a monster!" yells the leader. "I was hitting on a monster!? God help me!" The leader runs out of the inn. "Captain wait!" The other two minions follow after him.

Sheren sighs. "Captain? Now I know they're academy students and not real templars."

Meanwhile Bogard stands there and says nothing.

Part 3

Sheren puts her head back onto her shoulders. "Hey, can you help me put this back on?" I nod. I take the choker and stiletto from Sheren and quickly wrap the choker back on. After I secure the screw buckle I hand Sheren the knife back. Sheren sheaths the blade and replaces it in her belt. "Shame there's no ale," she says. "After today's events I could use a drink to take a load off."

Bogard the bug-bear sets down a trio of wine glasses. He then takes out a bottle of red fairy wine and sets it on the counter. "It's what I drink to help with my blood clots. Would you like some?" Sheren turns to the counter and answers "yes please." Bogard pours each of us a glass of wine. "How much is this going to cost?" I ask. "Nothing," Bogard says as he puts a plate of short bread and cheese onto the counter. "This drink's on the house." Sheren immediate takes a sip out of her glass of wine. She smiles. "It's a little weaker compared to other wines but it tastes pretty good." I wait until I take a bite out of the bread and cheese Bogard served first before drinking. "Fairies are small little things," I comment. "I suppose their alchohol tolerance isn't as high as ours." Bogard chuckles. "Of course. I still think the little ones have good tastes albeit a little fruity."

Sheren takes a bite out of the cheese and bread. Sheren goes from a smile to a frown. "I seriously thought about sinking my blade into their spleens for a moment." I take a sip of wine and say, "This might be the alchohol talking, but I don't think under law you would be human anymore." Sheren sighs. "I know… I don't plan on this curse to last much longer either."

Bogard takes a sip of his wine. "That explains the shine in your eyes. You're still alive. Most dullahan I know that lost their heads are dead." Sheren looks at Bogard and asks, "Most?"

"Of course some of them were revived fresh enough that their bodies could be considered still alive," Bogard says taking a bite of bread and cheese. "I've known a dullahan man who was able to impregnated his dullahan wife. They both had a child together and the child was alive and well with his head in tact."

Sheren takes a long hard sip of wine. "Bullshit!" She exclaims. "You made that up. I know you did."

Bogard takes a photo off of the shelf behind him and shows it to Sheren. "This is a photograph I took of the couple who had their wedding here six months ago. Their daughter is five years old and alive at the time of the picture."

Sheren takes the frame and stares into it. The picture is of a disembodied bride and groom exchanging heads with each other. The heads are kissing the cheeks of the little girl in between. I comment, "That's a picture to remember."

Sheren sets the photo down face first onto the bar and looks away. "I… I don't want to think about it." Bogard finishes his plate of bread and cheese before taking a sip of wine. Then he says, "it might be a reality to know that you are currently undead."

Part 4

A bit of wine leaks from Sheren's neck. "Shit, now my tunic is going to have wine stains."

Did I say that out loud? Either way Bogard takes a cloth and wraps it around Sheren's neck. "Umm," I interrupt. "Is it too late to ask for board and laundering services?" Sheren holds onto the cloth around her neck. Bogard chuckles once more. "Actually I have five empty rooms. We just finished renovating the bar and business has been slow lately due to weather. So are you looking to share a room or split it?"

Before I can speak Sharen says "Share." I look at Sheren and ask, "Are you sure?"

Sheren glares back at me. "You can sleep in the stables if you want."

I raise my hands. "Your cauffers, your budget." Bogard smiles. "So that will be thirty five silver coins then?" Sheren tosses Bogard a gold coin. "If you have the correct change." Bogard takes the coin and tosses it into the register then he hands Sheren exactly sixty-five silver coins back along with a key. Bogard says "your room is upstairs at the end of the hall. The big door in the middle, you can't miss it." As Bogard picks up our glasses and plates he says, "as for laundry I have a cauldron boiling with soap in the kitchen. I'll let you and your friend use it first. Then as your clothes dry for the night, why not take a bath in the back?"

Sheren's eyes lighten up. "Bath?"

Bogard nods. "It uses a fire to heat the tub. Not directly thought. I bought the materials from some foreign merchants who proposed the design for me. I'm thinking about opening up public bath services here…"

"But you need someone to test it?" I ask.

"You got it boyo!" Boggard smiles. "While you throw the laundry into the pot I'll heat up the tub for you. Here." Boggard hands me a pair of towels and a basket with soap bars and bottles of shampoo. Bogard gives us instructions. "Just head into the kitchen and change there. The tub will be outside." I take the basket. "Thanks. What do you want to do boss?"

Sheren stands up. She almost falls over from a drunken stupor. "I think a bath sounds nice. Let's do that." Bogard heads into the kitchen. Sheren then clings onto my back. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. I can see her breasts hang inside my shirt. Still I say nothing and escort Sheren to the bath.

>>169974

This can only end well

Only have time for a brief section. Heading into oral surgery today. Hopefully nude dullahan will be enough to tease you until then.

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Once inside the kitchen I immediately take off my leather armor. It seems there's a slight tear in the vest. "I wonder if I can get that looked at by the seamstress," I said out loud. Sheren on the other hand places her head down onto the counter and takes off the tunic right in front of me. Sheren tosses the tunic into boiling cauldron. Sheren is a fairly light but athletic woman. Her shin is quite pale compared though there's the occasional freckle dotted on her. Sheren doesn't have the biggest brests in the world, nor does she have the smallest. Still her breasts are round, perky, and symmetrical. The one feature of Sheren's that's different from the others is the large scar just underneath her right rib. Sheren never told me where she fot the scar.

"Hey Sheren." Sheren replies with a gentle hum. I ask. "Should I give you some privacy?" Sheren proceeds to take off her trousers. Then I see it. It's just below Sheren's trimmed red bush. I can't help but be a little aroused by this. The alcohol isn't helping containing my excitement either.

Sheren's naked body stands in front of her head. She begins to grope her own breasts. "So this is my body," Sheren whispers to herself. I walk behind Sheren's head on the counter and gently rest my palms by her cheeks. I say, "You're quite lovely despite the scar." Sheren looks up and says "scars put off alot of men." I kiss Sheren's forehead. "Nothing romantic," I said. "Only sentiment. Oh and booze." Sheren's body moves behind me and gives me a hug. Sheren says, "speaking of sentiment I have to thank you for staying with me after what happened." I stroke Sheren't hair. "I do hope that isn't the wine talking," I said. "I quite like to know this side of you more."

Bogard knocks on the kitchen door. "Your bath is ready madam and sir," Bogard called from behind the door. Sheren picks up her head and asks, "Would you like to join me?" I take off my undershirt and pants and throw them into the pot as well. Then I hand Sheren a towel. She wraps herself up as do I. We head into the back to the bath.

Only have time for a brief section. Heading into oral surgery today. Hopefully nude dullahan will be enough to tease you until then.

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Once inside the kitchen I immediately take off my leather armor. It seems there's a slight tear in the vest. "I wonder if I can get that looked at by the seamstress," I said out loud. Sheren on the other hand places her head down onto the counter and takes off the tunic right in front of me. Sheren tosses the tunic into boiling cauldron. Sheren is a fairly light but athletic woman. Her shin is quite pale compared though there's the occasional freckle dotted on her. Sheren doesn't have the biggest brests in the world, nor does she have the smallest. Still her breasts are round, perky, and symmetrical. The one feature of Sheren's that's different from the others is the large scar just underneath her right rib. Sheren never told me where she fot the scar.

"Hey Sheren." Sheren replies with a gentle hum. I ask. "Should I give you some privacy?" Sheren proceeds to take off her trousers. Then I see it. It's just below Sheren's trimmed red bush. I can't help but be a little aroused by this. The alcohol isn't helping containing my excitement either.

Sheren's naked body stands in front of her head. She begins to grope her own breasts. "So this is my body," Sheren whispers to herself. I walk behind Sheren's head on the counter and gently rest my palms by her cheeks. I say, "You're quite lovely despite the scar." Sheren looks up and says "scars put off alot of men." I kiss Sheren's forehead. "Nothing romantic," I said. "Only sentiment. Oh and booze." Sheren's body moves behind me and gives me a hug. Sheren says, "speaking of sentiment I have to thank you for staying with me after what happened." I stroke Sheren't hair. "I do hope that isn't the wine talking," I said. "I quite like to know this side of you more."

Bogard knocks on the kitchen door. "Your bath is ready madam and sir," Bogard called from behind the door. Sheren picks up her head and asks, "Would you like to join me?" I take off my undershirt and pants and throw them into the pot as well. Then I hand Sheren a towel. She wraps herself up as do I. We head into the back to the bath.

>>170382

Get better soon, this is some good shit.

>>170382

Get better soon, this is some good shit.

>>170416

It's not just her legs, her entire body is on par with Tharja from Fire Emblem awakening.

Lala has the best body out of all the girls.

>>170382

>>170384

I await.

inb4 this is another double post

I was able to write one more part yesterday. Enjoy.

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Behind the inn there is a fenced area completely paved in stone tiles. While the sun may have gone down sun rods around the wooden tub light the area well enough. Underneath the tub I can see the glow of charcoal in the furnace. The furnace has a bellows tied to a rope and pulley mechanism easily accessible from with in the tub. Beside the steaming tub there is a water pump for both inside the tub and outside into a hose connected to a shower head. Beside that there's a storage shack and a loo. "Despite being such a small inn it certainly has its luxuries," I comment.

Sheren pulls up a basket-like seat to the shower head. She takes off her towel and hangs it on a hook next to the shack. Sheren takes the shampoo and soap and seats herself. "Pull the pump,"commands Sheren. Damn, looks like Sheren is back to her old self. I take off my towel. The vale does get chilly at night. I waste no time pumping the water. The gush of the pump pushes Sheren's head off of her shoulders. Sheren manages to catch her head in time. She places her head under the shower. I pump just enough that Sheren is wet. Sheren's body takes the shampoo and begins washing her hair. I take the bar and say "I wash your back and you wash mine?"

Sheren nods. I sit behind her and quickly lather her back. "The sooner we can get in the bath the sooner we can warm up," I say. I can't help but awe in Sheren's nude as I wash her. Something about a woman's body still being just gets my blood going. After I finished lathering Sheren she says "rinse my head." I get back up and pull the pump again. Sheren's body rinses her hair on the ground. I have to admit it's quite unsettling to see Sheren's head and body separated like this. At least Sheren is still alive.

I hope.

Once she's done rinsing off her head Sheren takes the soap and begins lathering up her breasts. Sheren commands "sit down in front of me, spear to my face." Well I can't hide my lance now. I sit down on the seat completely embarassed that my dick is springing up in front of Sheren's unamused face. Then Sheren begins to scrub my back, not with her hands but with her breasts. I try too look behind but only a severed neck is within the corner of my eye. "Eyes up front," commands Sheren. I do as ordered. As Sheren begins to rub me I can't help but notice Sheren staring at me as I grow. "So men do grow an extra inch when they're fully aroused," Sheren comments. "It's not as big as I've seen in the magazines. How average.” Sheren yawns and says “It'll do."

I groan and say "You didn't have to rub it in." Sheren's body grabs my dick. With a straight face she says "it isn't the size that matters but how you use it. Now move my head closer." I bend over and pull Sheren's head right up to my feet. Sheren's body moves in front of me. Sheren's neckhole peers into me as she pauses for a brief moment. I look behind her. "Something amiss?" I ask.

"Sheren replies "just taking a moment to admire a place I never seen before." I grab Sheren's ass and give it a nice pat. "Your body is such a work of art," I say. "I'm quite jealous." Sheren's body stands up. Her bidy shines with the soap suds covering her breasts. Sheren picks up her head and says "we should move to the tub."

Of course this has to be split in two parts.

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Part 1

Sheren and I slip into the hot tub water. The water is quite warm but it isn't as hot as I like. I lean myself next to the rope and pulley and give it a few tugs. Sheren meanwhile just sits in the tub with her head laying on her chest. Sheren begins to splash around until she grabs her head. I sit up and ask what's wrong. “It's nothing,” says Sheren. “The perspective made me think my head was falling off again. That's all.”

I rinse myself off in the tub. Once there's little soap on me I sit back up and hold out my hands. “Would you a change of perspective?” Sheren raises her torso while her head stays in her lap. Then Sheren hands me her head and says “I'd rather look myself in private. However I'm starting to get the urge again.”

“So you need more mana?” I ask.

Sheren nods “I'd rather not have my body decay before we lift the curse. You should become more familiar with my body.”

I take Sheren's head and set her on my lap. Sheren's body lays back down. I look down at Sheren's head. I tell her “you really don't have to do this.” Sheren spreads her legs in front of me. “I'm drunk,” says Sheren. “I'll kick your ass later when I'm sober, promise.” I sigh. “So much for trying to keep my feelings out of this.” Sheren gives my fingers a kiss. “Whether you want it or not, this is apart of the job now.” I scoot up to Sheren's crotch and say “if it's apart of the job then how can I say no?”

Sheren raises her hips out of the water. I think I know where this is going. Sheren begins rubbing her lips a little. From Sheren's reaction I can tell she hasn't done this before. I sit there and ponder for a moment. Annoyed Sheren looks up. “What's the matter?” she asks. “Nothing,” I answer. “I wasn't expecting you to be a virgin.” I can feel Sheren's face get warmer with that comment. I scoot closer so I can reach Sheren's crotch. When Sheren tries to grab me her head slips off of my lap and into the tub. I take her head and set her on her pelvis. Sheren instinctively grabs her head as she coughs. “Bastard,” Sheren curses. I smirk as I spread her lips.

Part 2

I have never seen a more pink pussy in my life. Sure there's a few hairs in places I don't want, but Sheren has been taking good care of herself. As I look into the hole I can see a bit of flesh. This must be Sheren's hymen. I look up at Sheren. “Sorry, I can't deflower you like this.” Sheren screams, “like hell you can't!” Sheren tilts her head forward and she rolls off of her belly into my lap. I grab Sheren's head and turn it towards her pussy. Sheren appears to be enthralled at the sight of her own self. “You know, not many women get the opportunity to taste their own virgin pussy.” I help Sheren up to help her sit at the edge of the tub. I present Sheren her head which she takes. Then I move myself behind Sheren where the furnace is. I take a quick look inside. It seems there's more coals but not enough flame. I say “I'll blow the coals while you warm yourself up.”

Sheren has already started licking herself. I shrug before grabbing the rope. I lean up to Sheren as I pull the bellows. I can hear Sheren moaning a little. I check the coals once more to see if the flames have been revived. I'm getting more flame. Kind of like how Sheren keeps getting warmer with each lick.

Then Sheren arcs back and squeaks. I can see her body breathing heavily. It tries its best to hold onto her head. I help slip the body back into the water. There I can see Sheren's head floating up in front of her crotch breathing heavily as well. I pick up Sheren's head out of the water. The water is much more warm. I slip back into the tub with Sheren's orgasmic face. Both of us lay down into the tub for a while. My dick is still high above water. I still haven't jerked off yet. Sheren's body then turns to me. Sheren's head whispers “let me take care of that for you.”

“But I just got back in the tub.”

Sheren sits up and grabs her head. Sheren begins to lick my crotch. I arch back. My head rests on the ceramic of the tub as Sheren moves her head higher. Sheren swallows a bit before licking underneath my foreskin. When my dick is well lubed up with her spit Sheren then moves about half of it into my mouth. Sheren locks her legs underneath mine to keep me from floating away. Using her hands Sheren continues to plunge me with her head.

Then Sheren sucks the whole thing into her mouth. I can feel her gagging a little. Once Sheren relaxes she takes a deep breath before continuing the plunge. The pressure becomes longer and harder as Sheren continues to suck. I can see her body sweat despite how misty the tub is. I lean back and raise my hips. I can't hold it anymore. Sheren quickly sets her shoulders under her neck as I come. A bit leaked from Sheren's neck. She was still able to catch the rest of it. As she swallows Sheren pulls her head off of me milking as much as she can. After swallowing Sheren coughs before she catches her breath. I have to catch my breath as well.

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That's all for now. I'm working on the ending as I post this.

Sheren and I lay in the bath tub for about fifteen minutes. Once the water got cold we quickly hopped out of the tub with out towels. Bogard has already hung our clothes to drip outside. Sheren and I grab our clothes from the clothes line. It's a shame they're still moist, but at least they are clean. Sheren and I quickly get dressed and head inside. Bogard hands us the keys and tells us exactly where our room is. Sheren and I head upstairs and enter the room on the north wall at the end of the hall. We're careful to lock the door once we enter.

The room itself is quite modest. There's a large queen sized bed in the middle with clean blue sheets and wool comforters. There is a side table with a brass candle lantern and a match. I immediately light that first. Now that the room is lit we can see a round table with two chairs sitting next to the oak dresser. Sheren and I set our clothes onto the table to dry over night. Under the foot of the bed there is a chest that I use to put my leather armor in. I'll need to look for supplies to clean and repair my armor tomorrow.

Sheren sits on the side of the bed and opens her coin purse. “We don't have much funds left,” she warns. “We're going to have to look for work before we can purchase supplies for our journey.” I give a long yawn before I jump on the bed. Sheren holds onto her head, despite the security of her choker collar. I turn to Sheren and say “while you find yourself some new clothes I'll walk around the gates to see if there's any job offerings.” Sheren sets her coin purse next to the lantern on the side table and murmurs “if there's any monster willing to offer a job to a human.”

I sit up. “Bogard might put a good name out for us,” I say. “Also I can check if Saltpeter and Iris could use some help hunting supplies for the smithy. They paid a good price for the wolf hides. Maybe can recommend other shops we can barter with.” I lay back into the bed and say “Technically you can pass yourself off as a non-human now. So if worse comes to worse we can use your headlessness to at least gain some status as non-humans.”

Sheren makes herself comfortable in the bed. “Even if you'll never go back to being human boss,” I say. “I'm still your henchman. That's what it says in the contract right?” Sheren turns away from me. I put my hand on Sheren's shoulder saying “it might be too much to ask. I wouldn't mind it if you decide we can at least be friends.” I turn to face the ceiling and say “even before your head came off I still won't forget you and what you have done for me.” Sheren turns onto her back as well. “This is going to be a long journey for both of us. Are you sure you can keep up?”

I look at Sheren and say “of course! I might need to learn the job on the way but I'm willing to try.”

Sheren blows out the candle in the lantern. Sheren then looks at me. I can still see the white in her eyes thanks to moonlight. “Your job hasn't changed from before. I'm open to your suggestions, but your job is still to do as I say.”

I nod and say “yes, m'lord.”

This adventure still beats woodcutting at home. If everything is going to be as crazy as last week then I can't wait for more.

And with that comes the end of my Dullahan short story for now. Hope you enjoyed it.

>>171123

I enjoyed it a ton, thanks!

>>171123

It was a fun read.

>>171123

I liked it. Keep up the good work.

>>171221

>>171234

>>171242

Sorry for the lack of intimacy. I feel that Sheren's one of those characters whom you have to take it a bit slowly whether she wants it or not.

Anyway there's no more of this story. I feel this is a satisfying end for this short story. Besides I have too many other things to do on the side and my jaw is still healing.

If I end up writing more to this I'll let you guys know.

Last dullahan thread gad tons of images posted with lots of writefags.

Why is this thread so dead in the image posting department?

>>171349

Nobody's stopping you from posting images, it's just dullahans don't really have a plethora of images.

Most of what could be posted already has.

Please prove me wrong

>>171360

I'm tired and going to sleep.

デュラハン is Japanese for dullahan, try it on pixiv or on a search engine.

>>171372

I'd love to read the translation.

I don't know where there is one.

Guess the scanlation teams haven't got around to it.

>>171372

The manga is called There's something about Dullahan-chan.

>>171612

She looks cute.

I notice that dullahans are growing in popularity as monster girls in Japan.

>>174716

And she likes getting her head hugged.

Imagine hugging her head while her body hugs you from behind.

Wish there was more love for dullahan.

>>178015

First image is a great mix of cute, comfy and sexy.

>>170482

About level with Rachnera, I'd say. After all, they both have the best legs too.

>>181657

Not gonna lie, the both of them do indeed have best legs.

Lala has best body when entire body is accounted for.

>>181659

A little bit too vanilla. I want to touch Rachnera's hands.

>>183019

You could just ask the scanlation thread to translate for you instead of asking this thread here.

>>184150

Off to >>>/chaos/ with you.

>>184150

>Violated Bogatyr

slavic futa lover returns once again

at least you spoiled it, but still

>>184825

>I like how this establishes the fact that the Dullahan body has her own personality.

So does that mean she's pretty much two girls then?

Neat.

I hope fucking the body while the head watches doesn't count as NTR.

Does making out with a dullahan count as a threesome?

>>184844

Even though the body and head are separate people, they still count as one girl.

>I hope fucking the body while the head watches doesn't count as NTR.

It doesn't, the head still feels the body while separated.

The episode where Lala got molested by Suu showed this.

>Does making out with a dullahan count as a threesome?

More or less not.

Though the head may not control the body, they would have a symbiotic relationship and a linked mind.

What's so great about a dullahan anyways?

She's just a human with no head on her shoulders.

>>185983

Portable blowjobs?

Long distance bullying?

Two girls for the price of one?

>>186056

>Long distance bullying?

I'm sold.

>>186854

Funny how her body acts on its own will contrary to the head.

Is this typical for dullahans?

>>184825

This was Crabman's earlier works if I remember.

Don't know why he made final Lala blue.

>>171442

Translation of chapter 1 is here >>187296

>>187302

Chapter two is already in the translation thread >>>187355

The next chapters will be posted there as well.

>>188843

pls work >>187355

>>186977

I find it's usually only when they're separated, or the head is unconscious.

It's like her unconscious desires take over, I guess, though it's not like the body's just acting on instinct. It's kinda like having two girlfriends.

I think I remember hearing a dullahan vocaroo in an old thread, does anyone have a link?

>>200928

You mean those lewd audios? Over at the /v/ share thread there's the voice autist. He has loads of those voice things, including MG ones.

>>200929

I doubt it, it was in English

>>206125

What a cutie.

>dullahan gf never

>>206281

>never

ded mem

Which do you preffer? Girls where the body and the head can act independently of each other and the body can magically see, or when she behaves like a normal person and if she loses her head her body will stumble around blindly as she looks for her head?

>>207336

The first one, obviously.

>>207336

The first one with the shared sensation of touch.

>>223318

Lala has a perfect body.

We need more dullahan love.

>it's been a long day

>you slowly trudge your way out of the train station under the rapidly dying sunlight

>boss worked you to the bone today

>she's one hell of a slave driver, but ever since she married that poor bastard in accounting it hasn't been so bad

>he confided in you once that despite being a hard ass in the office, she's a real sweetheart behind the scenes

>typical anubis

>but that signal analysis you had to finish today was a nightmare

>all you wanted to do know was lay down on your sad excuse for a bed and sleep in tomorrow

>looking up at the streetlights just beginning to flicker on you curse the poor choice in footwear you made this morning

>you loved looking fashionable, but it was often at the expense of comfort

>and these monk strap dress shoes, while they went perfectly with your light tan belt and creme white shirt, were still stiff as a board

>sighing aloud, you continue your mile long walk back home

>azimuth angles, Fourier transforms, phase fronts, and the finer points of your project all stew together, forming a slop which clogs your senses and makes you tired as hell

>it probably took you a few minutes before you realized that you forgot your turn on Spring St

>the nicer part of town was down this way, and was mostly occupied by the better off mamono in this city

>humans fell into some hard times after they started taking all the higher ranking positions in both business and government

>well, you can't fault them. they were, for the most part, more capable than your average human

>it was probably the magic

>you wish you had magic sometimes

"…uh, helloooo?"

>it would have made things much easier when you lost that internship at the university research lab

"are you even listening to me?"

>you were uncharacteristically lucky in landing the RF development position a few towns over

"HEY. I NEED A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE."

>shaken from your musings, your eyes snap to the sound of a voice on your right, almost behind you

"I'm sorry?"

>an alley stretches out before you, and you swore the voice came from there

"Over here, dummy."

"uh, where?"

>the voice still beckoned you into the alley, but you couldn't see who was there

"Right here, buy the fire escape"

>making your way over, the source of the voice finally makes an appearance

>a woman's head sits on a small pile of newspaper, a very miffed expression settling on her features

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, thank you. I seem to be missing my body. Have you seen it?"

"Can't say I have"

"Great. Just great. I hate it when this happens."

>under normal circumstances you would be laughing your ass off at this; a pissed off dullahan sitting on a pile of newspaper trying to find her body

>but you were in no laughing mood. you wanted to go home

"Look hun, what do you want me to do? Your body could be anywhere and I'm no search and rescue team. Should I call the police or something?"

"NO- I mean, no, that's not necessary, just… would you mind picking me up and helping me look around? It couldn't be that far off."

>something about her response and the way her eyes flicked around nervously made you wary

>but then again what could just a head do?

"Alright, but I'm not going farther than a block or so"

>you kneel down to scoop her up, getting a closer look at her features

>her long raven hair falls haphazardly over her crimson eyes, between which sits a small but perky nose

>her lips wear the bare minimum of lipstick, and what very little makeup she is wearing does little to hide the shallowness of her cheeks

>if you had to say it, you would guess she was homeless

"Thanks for the help…"

>she says with a sarcastic tone

>at this point you knew you were getting mugged

>>224300

Continue please.

>>224300

>a loud clanging came from above, but before you could even look to see what was happening a heavy weight crashed into your back

>instinctively you protected the head within your arms and sank forward, the breath knocked out of you

>you lay prone in the alleyway, too stunned to move, as the weight on your back, presumably the dullahan, began rummaging through your pockets

>the head in your arms was, probably, yelling muffled obscenities and demands to let go

>ultimately the dullahan pried your arms apart and snatched the head from your arms after snatching your wallet from your pants and the watch from your wrist

>all of this happened nearly instantly, and by the time the breath came back into your lungs the dullahan, head perched upon shoulders, was standing over you peeking into your wallet

"Only $15? Come oooon, for someone dressed so nice I expected a little more cash than this…"

"Hey, I make do with what I got. Now gimme that back!"

>a boot comes down swiftly on your chest as you try to get back to your feet

"Uh uh, no can do. Finders keepers and all that. Gotta go!"

>with that she bolts down the alley towards the street

>getting to your feet as quickly as you can, you give chase

"God damn fucking hell, can I ever get a fucking break?"

>the dullahan doesn't move much faster than you can, but you were too tired for this shit

>fuck it you thought, and stopped to pry off one of your shoes

> she gained maybe 10 meters before you lobbed the shoddy projectile as hard as you could

>now, you were never a sports kind of person

>and this throw was one hell of a long shot

>but you were hoping lady luck would be on your side

>watching the brown leather dress shoe fly through the air was oddly captivating

>the way it flew was magnificent

>so it was a real shame when it completely fell short

>the dullahan looked back and cackled as she made off with your wallet and watch

"…man, fuck this"

>you stooped down and grabbed your shoe before turning tail and heading home

should I keep going? I have a rough idea of where to go but I'm just making this up as I go along

>>224310

Keep going…

>>224310

looking good so far anon

>>224310

>the adrenaline must not have worn off, since you couldn't get to sleep that night

>around midnight you conceded that you weren't getting any rest and went out onto your sad excuse for a porch and lit up a smoke

>you knew it was a bad habit and all your friends hated it

>but you were stressed and you didn't feel like cracking open your good scotch

>you arranged to freeze your bank account and the cards in that wallet via email

>the next time you reach for a smoke you find the box empty and the time reading 3am

>it's been a while since you chain smoked a half pack of cigarettes

>a loud blaring rings out from your phone, so you move back inside to pick it up

"Hello?"

>a feminine voice comes out in response

"…uhm, is this 'Anon Smith'?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"M-my name's Lucy, I found this wallet with your name in it…"

>this girl doesn't sound older than 13

"What are you doing out so late at night? And where did you find my wallet?"

>mumbling sounds came from the background, as if a brief argument took place

"I-I'm at the corner of Langley Ave and Washington St, would you mind coming out to pick it up?"

>alright now this was suspicious

>there's no way in hell you were going out there for a wallet that has now-useless cards and only $15 in it

"Look hun, if my name was in there then so is my address. It's 3 in the morning. I'm not going anywhere. You can drop it off some time tomorrow afternoon."

>more mumbling comes from the line, a heated discussion seems to be taking place for a few moments before Lucy speaks up again

"Okay, I'll stop by tomorrow. Have a good night."

"You too hun."

>what the hell is going on you think to yourself. none of this makes any sense and you were too tired to think right now

>you decide to have another go at getting some rest tonight, and slip into bed

>you sleep peacefully, and awaken surprisingly refreshed

>your phone blares loudly again as another call reaches you

"Hello?"

"Hey Anon, it's James."

"Oh hey, how's it been?"

"Eh, not bad, I was wondering what you were up to today. I'm in the area so I figured we could hang or something"

"Yeah, sounds good. Bring a pizza or something, we can have a crack at that new Mamono Kombat game I've been meaning to play"

"Cool, will do. Noon sound fine?"

"Yep. See you then."

"Peace out cub scout"

"Fuck off"

>and with that you set about to cleaning your dismal apartment in hopes of making it presentable

>as the 70's style cleaning montage finishes playing you come to a sudden realization

>some 13 year old girl is going to be knocking on your door trying to return your wallet

>and James is going to be here

>this is no bueno

>well maybe you can play it off; he'll be so busy with Mamono Kombat you can just play it off as the mailman or something

>yeah that'll work just fine

>then the doorbell rings

>>224332

Who is the girl?

>>224332

>you check the time before heading to the door; it's only 11am

>I guess James really was in the area if he's this early

>you swing open the door without checking the peep, a smile ready for an old friend

"Hey man, how's it be-- wait you're not James"

>a young girl in a cute blue sundress stands before you, her hands clasped tightly together and her head lowered slightly

>taken aback at this unexpected development, you briefly forget about Lucy and the lost wallet

"Uh, can I help you?"

>she shuffles nervously in place an looks up at you timidly before holding her hands out, within them your brown leather wallet

>the gears in your head don't quite turn as you look down at the strangely familiar wallet

>a nagging sensation tugs at the back of your mind; this girl seems familiar for some reason, like you've seen her before

>but you just stand there awkwardly for a few moments before another voice calls out

"So are you gonna take the damn wallet or what?"

>you immediately recognize the owner of that voice as the thief from last night and poke your head out the door to see her leaning up against the side of your apartment

>she couldn't be much older than you, really. Probably early 20s

>she's wearing what you assume is the same outfit as last night: a dark grey denim jacket over a faded brown shirt, black jean shorts, long black stockings and low cut leather boots

"You! What are you doing here?"

"Returning the wallet, duh"

>instinctively you reach down and grab an old sneaker, raising it above your head as menacingly as you can manage

>she begins laughing derisively, probably recalling your poor showing last night

"Aahahahah! you really want to try that again?"

"Stop fighting! We're here to apologize and return his wallet!"

>the shrill and surprisingly commanding tone coming from Lucy quiets the thief down as you drop the shoe back inside

"Look hun, when somebody attacks you and steals your wallet, and watch might I add, and you get a call at 3 in the morning asking you to come out and get said wallet back from a little girl you don't even know, you get a little stressed. When the little girl shows up at your doorstep with the thief in tow, you can understand how bent out of shape I'm getting"

>Lucy gestures once again with the wallet in her hand, her eyes sparkling with innocence. it's cute

"That's why we're here to apologize! Please Mr. Anon, my sister can be a big meanie but she's really nice! She shouldn't steal from other people so I made her come and give it back."

"…"

"Sissy, say you're sorry!"

"Ugh, fine."

>she moves behind her little sister, putting a hand on her shoulder

"I'm sorry for jumping you and stealing your wallet. Is that fine?"

"And my watch."

>the thief's face suddenly turns into a scowl; she must have hoped you had forgotten

"Sissy, you stole his watch too? Why didn't you tell me?"

>she doesn't respond, and I can almost see the gears turning as she decides between fleeing and staying

>sighing internally, you suspect you won't be so lucky as to get your watch back

"Look, I'll forget about the watch"

>you reach out and take the wallet from Lucy's outstretched hands before slipping it into your pants pocket

>>224354

>Lucy's sister looks slightly relieved, but eager to leave as soon as possible

"So why'd you mug me, anyway?"

>you didn't really mean to ask the question, but you were curious and had completely forgotten about James planning to show up any minute now

"That's none of--"

"Heeeey, Anon! Who're the ladies?"

>Lucy's sister is interrupted by a loud hail from James, who has reached the top of the stairs and makes his way towards you, pizza box in hand

>this was the last thing you wanted to happen

>now you have to fumble your way through getting the two dullahans to leave and getting James to stop nagging you about it

"Uh, hey James, it's, well--"

"We were just leaving."

>now James is a man who loves the ladies. and you knew exactly what he would say next

"Nonsense! I'm sure Anon would be happy to have two beautiful women in for company, wouldn't you?"

>now you also know James is a huge coward and completely useless in a fight

>so when he slipped his arm around Lucy's sister's shoulders, you also knew exactly what would happen

>her booted foot shot straight up in an impressive display of flexibility, landing square on James' face, before she grabbed onto his arms and swung him across her shoulders, slamming him into the ground

>the pizza, unfortunately, went all over her in the process

>so in the end you have a shocked speechless Lucy, a pissed off and pizza covered thief, and James running back down the stairs, clutching his bleeding nose and shouting obscenities at the three of you

>>224365

Poor James.

So 8ch shit the bed or something, I dunno, but I've had this done for a while now, just unable to post it

>>224365

>the sound of a shower, washing machine, and TV only slightly offset the thick atmosphere in your small living room

>you had, ironically, invited the two in after convincing Lucy to get her sister, who's name you discovered is Sophia, to wash her soiled clothes and take a shower

>in conversation with Lucy, who is rather personable and extremely mature for her age, you also learned a little bit about the two

>about a year ago their father was arrested for arson a few towns over

>they never knew their mother, so the state gave custody of Lucy to Sophia

>Sophia never managed to hold a job long enough for them to settle down, but they managed to barely get by in the poorer part of town through government aid

>despite the typical sobstory ring to it, you had a hard time being skeptical of Lucy

>she just didn't seem like the type to lie about this

>a long period of silence rested after your conversation

>Lucy sat with her head on her lap, idly arranging her black hair

>some part of you wanted to help them out a little bit, you were a sucker for cute kids after all

>but you couldn't just give them money and hope for the best. Sophia had proven herself to be completely okay with assault and theft

>not to mention you barely had a budget to spare for yourself anyway

"Look, Lucy, I really appreciate you convincing your sister to return my wallet. I want to return the favor."

"No, you really don't have to do that! It was Sissy's fault for stealing and you've already let her clean her clothes and use your shower, you really don't have to do any more for us! We've been enough of a burden already."

>she had a point. this really was pretty much all Sophia's fault to begin with

>and, again, there wasn't much you could do for them

"Look, at least let me cook you some dinner. With that pizza trashed I'll have to make something for myself anyway"

"Really, you don't--"

"You just sit tight and tell Sophia to borrow some of my clean clothes while her stuff is in the wash."

>and with that you got to cooking a small pork roast and potatoes you had been saving for a family gathering or something

>while you waited for the roast in the oven you went outside for a quick smoke, taking in the afternoon sunlight

"What a fucking day"

"Tell me about it"

>turning around you see Sophia standing in the doorway in one of your band shirts and a pair of jeans, her head resting between her arm and her hip

>you feel a scowl come on as you inadvertently sigh smoke through your nose, which you hated doing

"What do you want?"

"You know, smoking is a nasty habit. It's pretty disgusting, actually"

"Wonderful. I'm getting lifestyle advice from a bum thief"

>she becomes visibly agitated at your comment. a sick sense of delight at this takes a brief hold before you feel like a dick

"Sorry, that was uncalled for. I spoke with Lucy. You're welcome to stay for dinner if you'd like."

>you turn back and flick the nearly gone cigarette out the window

"If you think I'm gonna stay for any longer than I have to, you're sorely mistaken"

"Your loss. Lucy and I will be enjoying the pork roast all by ourselves then"

>you both stare at each other intently, waiting for one to call the other's bluff

>the timer goes off in the kitchen

>neither of you moves

>the timer continues to sound

"Anon? The timer is going off!"

>a smile slowly creeps onto your face

"Anoooon? I'm taking it out of the oven for you!"

>you hear the roast being taken out and placed on the counter to rest

>your smile widens as the smell wafts over to the two of you, still statue still

>Lucy mutters quietly to herself, though the both of you can definitely hear her

"Mm, it smells so good…"

>you have reached a level of smug you never thought possible

"Sissy! Anon made dinner and offered for us to join him, are you going to have any?"

>and with that Sophia's face caved

"O-of course Lucy!"

>she glares daggers at you, daring you to make a comment

>you shrug your shoulders

"You really love your sister, don't you?"

>obviously she was not expecting that response, as her mouth opens and closes a few times as her arms bring her head up to her shoulders

"…Shut up"

I'm gonna take a little break for now, I might come back tonight and see where I go from here. Any recommendations? I'm having trouble finding ways to incorporate the whole detachable head thing into this.

>>224423

Will the sisters swap heads?

>>224423

I wouldn't do this right away, but you could always have Sophia actually lose her body. If you want to go an extra cheesy mile, you can have it get lost trying to walk to the Anon's house in the middle of the night. It'd be a pretty obvious attempt to get them together, but it could still be fun if you write it to be.

I'd like to see Lucy get more attention in terms of why she doesn't steal, what her goals are, etc. She's important to Sophia and so she'll be important to Anon as well. Just a bit more to expand on characters in general. You can do that easily with talk over dinner, but you're probably already writing that.

>>224423

So midterms were a thing that I had to take care of, so here's that update I promised

>Lucy happily took it upon herself to serve the pig and potato onto the meager diningware you have available before sitting on your right

>Sophia grudgingly takes the seat across from you, making a point to sigh exhaustively at the fact that she will be facing you for the duration of the meal

>now you wouldn't say you're a fantastic cook; you just don't have the money for fancy cooking gear

>but you're very proud of the fact that you can cook a nearly perfectly juicy and browned roast, among other intermediate dishes

>of course, your family would always say how wonderful it was and how Mom was so impressed

>and how great of a house husband you'll be, to which you always rolled your eyes in exasperation

>cooking out of necessity is much different from cooking for taste, and you considered yourself, at least on a basic level, (no matter how self-aggrandizing it may sound) a person who enjoys finer cuisines despite not having the budget to support it

>especially when it came to--

>you are suddenly aware that you've been daydreaming, with Lucy and Sophia looking at you expectantly

"What? Go ahead and eat. You don't need my permission."

>Lucy happily pops a roasted potato into her mouth and chews excitedly

>you guess that they haven't been treated to something like this in a long time, judging by the way Lucy 'hmms' happily to herself before going after a forkful of roast

>it's cute

>you really have to admit, Lucy is cute as fuck

>like cute in the little sister who'll grow up to make her parents proud sort of cute

>you internally affirm to yourself: loli is not for sexual

"Are you going to eat or are you going to leer at my sister?"

>oh shit think quick, you can get out of this one, think think think…

"O-oh, w-well, I was wondering… ah… how exactly does eating work for you guys with the whole severed head thing?"

>perfect cover! not only have you saved your skin, but asked an honest question you've had!

>Sophia narrows her eyes before responding, obviously seeing through your bullshit

"Sure you were… Anyway, it's magic, I ain't gotta explain shit."

"Should've guessed."

>trying to distract yourself from your fumble, you notice Sophia has claimed a few of her potatoes and slices of pork from her plate while you were… occupied with your thoughts

>you decide to tuck in for yourself before asking their appraisals on your cooking

>the meat is sweet with brown sugar infused juices, yet firm and lightly crisp on the surface

>however, the very center of the thickest slice looks slightly underdone; it will have to be cooked longer next time

>the potatoes are smooth and buttery; cooked to perfection

>you do admit that it is difficult to screw up roasted potatoes but pride swells nonetheless

>half your plate quickly disappears before you return to the sisters

"So how is it?"

"It's delicious! Thank you again!"

"Alright, I suppose. Free food is free food."

>Lucy gives her sister an angry pout before facing you again

"What she means is that it's very good and that she really appreciates you doing this for us. Right Sissy?"

>Sophia makes a point of being far to busy chewing to respond

>you decide to call her obvious bluff, a small return from the staring comment

"If it's so mediocre, why is there literally nothing left of the battlefield which was your plate?"

>you can barely make out the audible swallowing noise as her face grows a tinge red and her face twists in defeat

>as if to rub salt in the open wound, you smugly place another slice of roast and a few potatoes on her plate

>Lucy tries to ease her sister's pain by taking another quarter serving for herself all the while

>dinner continues in contented quiet, enjoying the food

boy oh boy this is turning out to be much longer than I imagined. hopefully, PLOT in the next section, which I'm finishing now

>>225084

>before you know it, the roast has been reduced to a mere tennis ball sized potion with a few potatoes to go with

>as you go to the counter to wrap the leftovers up for them, you spy the aged fifth of scotch you've been meaning to crack into this weekend

>Lucy will have to do without, but it's fair game for Sophia if she feels like it

>and you're getting mixed messages from these two, maybe a nice long conversation about why you were mugged is in order

>in fact, you're not even sure if Sophia is going to hold up to that 'no stealing' promise

>and you do not want to be on her bad side

>just as you reach for the bottle, a yelp comes from behind you

"Sissy!"

>turning slightly, bottle still grasped in one hand, a volleyball sized object comes sailing towards you

>in an attempt to avoid having this object crash into the mess of dinnerware in the sink beside you, you stretch your free hand out to catch or deflect

>in hindsight, it was not the greatest idea to treat this like a volleyball

>but in an impressive display of reach, you deflect the round mass straight into the air before sliding under and--

>suddenly a much larger weight comes crashing behind you, sending you off balance

>again, volleyball instinct takes hold as you protect the bottle in one hand and manage to tip the now falling-- wait is that a head?

*CRASH*

>you find yourself on your back: a headless body in one of your old band shirts and a pair of your jeans lays crosswise over your stomach

>you also find not one but two objects in your hands; the fifth of scotch on the left and Sophia's displeased looking head on the right

>a horrific moment of silence passes

"…Drink?"

>you see a small, very angry debate rage behind her eyes: as if to wager if the drink is worth you company

"…Fine."

'Body too long' my ass

>>225126

>you sit in the livingroom once again, the two dullahan's resting their heads in their laps, a small tumbler filled with amber liquid in all of you hands

>Lucy's is juice of course

>you figure that since now everything has cooled down and the atmosphere less tense, now is the time to ask

"So, if you don't mind me asking, Sophia, why did you mug me?"

>Lucy perks up at this, gazing expectantly at her sister

>she shifts awkwardly in her seat, uncomfortable with trying to justify herself, not really to you, but to her sister

>she takes a long moment before answering, again, less to you and more to Lucy

"Lucy, you know how your flats are starting to get too tight?"

"You were going to steal from people so you could get new ones for me?"

"…Yeah."

>another pregnant moment passes as Sophia takes a longer sip from her glass than usual, emptying it

>she pours another, making this her third

"Sissy you know what Dad said--"

I don't give a damn what… You know as well as I do that he was a hypocrite and liar, and--"

>Lucy stands abruptly, slams her tumbler onto your table, and bolts off in the direction of your room with her head hugged tightly between her arms before you hear the door bang shut

>you simply sit there stunned at Sophia's and Lucy's sudden outbursts, and the fact shit got way too heavy way too quick

"Ah shit…"

>she brings the glass to her lap for another long sip before cradling her head in her arms

>you hoped you could come up with something reassuring or constructive to say to ease the tension in the whole house

>but all you could manage was

"…What was that about?"

>Sophia scoffs

"She told you about how Dad was convicted of arson a while back, right?"

"Yeah, she mentioned it."

>she idly fiddles with her long black hair after placing her head on her knee, looking out down the hallway

"Dad was a poor but honest man, who did his best to raise Lucy on his own and make her an upstanding member of society. She really took it to heart. And to this day believes Dad was wrongly convicted, though she probably didn't tell you."

>you decide that as she finishes this glass that she's had enough for now and cap the bottle and move it aside

"…Dad was her hero. It just didn't make sense for him to be a hypocrite."

>you slowly begin to understand the problem here, though you are still unsure of what Lucy's thoughts are on this issue

"Ugh, why am I spilling all this to you? You're just some guy who happened to get lucky and get his wallet back."

>you don't respond, since she makes a fair case

>maybe you're getting in over your head here; this isn't your problem, and you've done a lot for them already

"I should probably go check on her"

>Sophia sighs, stands, and begins to walk down the hall

"Look, it's getting late. Maybe you and Lucy should sleep this off."

>it just came out of your mouth, honestly. didn't even process in your brain

>Sophia's body doesn't turn, but stops and spins her head to look at you

"I'll be on the couch if you need anything."

>Sophia's eye lingers on you for a moment longer before her head turns back around and she steps down the hall

>you almost missed the muted

"Thanks"

>>225127

This is good.

>>225127

Will you do more?

>>225577

Yeah, I've just been super busy as of late with midterms and work. I'll probably have an update out for tomorrow.

I actually don't write these ahead of time and post as I finish them, so that's why it's so slow to update.

>>225624

She's a super cute chuuni kuudere with a lewd body.

>>225127

>when you woke it was early morning, a dim blue Sunday glow in the far distant horizon

>you opened your eyes and were briefly unsure of your surroundings, but quickly remembered offering your room to the two dullahan sisters

>rather, you gave it up to Lucy after a family conflict

>taking a peek at the clock on the wall it reads 6:12

>too early to start the day but too late to sleep much more; you were always early to rise and usually early to bed, last night being an exception

"…better make breakfast, I guess."

>you set about in little more than your underwear and a thin tee, making as little noise as possible as to let the sisters sleep

>you could make breakfast for them later, but for now you needed something easy

>well, instant oatmeal was probably the easiest thing in your kitchen so you decided on that

>the smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the kitchen as you let the boiling kettle empty into the medium bowl

>it reminded you of your university days

>you'd wake up in your cramped apartment and make oatmeal for you and your girlfriend, mostly because it was the only thing you could afford in large quantities

>your thoughts pause for a moment as you let out a long sigh

>those days were nice, even if the both of you were immature

>that unpreparedness for independent lifestyle was mostly what led to your breakup; she just wasn't capable of the responsibility and neither were you

>you sigh again, decidedly tired of past mistakes

"…well, what's done is done. Can't do anything about that, now can we?"

>you talked to yourself quite often, in privacy of course

>it was a bad habit you were trying to get rid of, but the past few days had been stressful

"Maybe a smoke would help."

>you pick up the bowl of oatmeal from the counter and your pack of coffin nails from the table before heading outside

>still wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers, you reason nobody will be out at this hour

…

>before you know it it's around 8am, the sun now fully above the horizon

>you were in a better mood after getting food in your belly

>Sophia and Lucy still haven't come out of your room yet, so you decided to check on them

*knock knock*

>you waited, but silence was the only answer

*knock knock*

"Hey, are you two awake in there?"

>no response

>you decided to crack the door open and take a peek

>you find the two bodies sprawled out over your bed, covered in a few blankets

>they look pretty cozy, so you suppose the two must have made up and apologized

>their heads were nowhere in sight, however

>curious, you opened the door and stepped in

>taking another look at the bodies, you were suddenly aware of how Sophia had a near perfect hourglass figure, complete with stunningly long legs

>but you were master enough of yourself to prevent that train of thought from leaving the station, lest there be eyes watching

>but gazing over every corner of the room, still you could not make out where their heads were

>you scratched your head

"…Where could they have gone?"

>this was a truly perplexing question, even for a scientist such as yourself

>now, while you were in a better mood, you were still tired from the days past

>and this was not one of your better ideas

"If the head and body are considered to be two particles which are quantum-entangled, then information stimulated on one is communicated to the other, so by action upon one…"

>you poked Sophia's stomach

"…should produce an observable reaction in the other."

>nothing happened

"…hmm… well, any experiment must be repeated to increase the sample size…"

>you poked her again

>and again

>until you observed her squirm and swat at you sleepily

"A-ha! Particle alpha 1 reacted! But where is particle alpha 2…"

>you poked again, harder this time

"…Mmmmf… hey, Lucy, cut it out…"

>you swiveled in place to the source of the noise, and you were greeted by the sleepy eyes of Sophia's head resting atop a pillow on one of your bookcase shelves

>your eyes met

"…and so we observe the reaction from particle alpha 2…"

>a moment of confused and nervous silence passed

"…What the fuck are you talking about?"

>you stood frozen in place as the words left her mouth, your mind racing

"…just, go back to sleep."

>she gave you a tired hairy eye for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and going back to sleep

>you took the opportunity to tactfully withdraw and have another smoke to calm down

>>225851

>Sophia lazily walked into the living room in the same clothes she wore when she showed up

>you were mindlessly watching TV at the moment, still in your boxers because you had decided not to try going back into your room

>she gave you a weary look, like that of a person who just watched you step on their favorite teddy bear in her dreams

>then she smiles, a sickening smile that you know spells "you dun goof'd"

"…Particle alpha 2, huh?"

>you had no idea your face could get this hot

>you also had no idea that anything in this room that wasn't her could be so interesting

>she cackles quietly as she makes her way to the kitchen

"Th-there, uh, there's oatmeal in the top cabinet."

"Mmhmm. And put on some pants, would you? Sausage was not on my menu this morning."

>you were wrong

>your face could get much hotter than you previously thought

…

>after putting on a pair of jeans and accidentally waking the sleeping Lucy up, the three of you managed to make your ways to the living room

>the atmosphere was awkward

>you didn't exactly "want them out" so to speak, but it was time for them to go

>luckily, Lucy is the one to break the silence

"Ehem. Anon, I'd like to thank you again for letting Sissy and I share a wonderful dinner with you and for letting us spend the night."

"No, thank you for returning my wallet. It was certainly nice to have company."

>this was oddly stilted and formal, you knew, but man was it time for things to return to normalcy

"Good luck to the both of you."

>you say as you stand and kindly show them out

"Thank you again."

>Sophia had been decidedly silent the entire time, but that was just like her

>once the sisters had made their way out of sight you shut the door

>it was Sunday and you had nothing important to do

>so you spent it idly browsing imageboards and going through your emails, until night fell

>tomorrow you'd be back in the daily grind

>>225856

Hopefully you do more with the girls.

>>225862

Yeah that's the plan. It won't be finished until they're a happy family

>>225856

>lucy unfolds her plot to get the 2 of them together

>>225856

Hey guys, writefag here. I've got into a rough place in my life recently; I don't think I'm going to be visiting /monster/ for the forseeable future. But I'd feel dishonest if I just let this die unfinished. So here are my last updates.

>the chill of winter is just starting to set in

>your weary feet fall one after the other down a vaguely familiar road

>it was another long week of work; everyone hoping to finish all their projects and submit their yearly progress reports before letting out for Christmas and the new year

>this time of year was your favorite

>it was by far the most fashionable: you could take advantage of as many layers as you wanted, and darker, eathier colors stood out well in the snow

>cold weather was perfect for staying inside and perfecting the cozy atmosphere in your home, too

>but you had to make it home, first

>you yawned and stretched, looking up at the now dark skies and slowly rising moon

>the cigarette dangling from your lips was nearly finished

>smoke mixed with moist breath fogged up the air before you

>it'd been a couple weeks since Sophia or Lucy visited you last

>in fact, it'd been a few months since the day Sophia mugged you in that back alley

>you grin a little as you remember the two coming to your place to apologize

>every couple of weeks after that day Lucy would show up with her sister in tow, and some small token of appreciation to give me after feeding them and offering my home for the night

…

>Sophia had knocked on your door one Wednesday night, alone

>you opened the door to find her with a small box and a perturbed expression on her face as she stood outside

>eventually she offered you the box

"You really didn't have to do this…"

"Hey, I took your watch, right? Consider this repayment, and an apology."

>you knew this was probably at Lucy's behest after hearing that your wallet and watch were stolen

"You know, I've got other watches, it's not a big deal if you sold that one; you and Lucy need the cash, don't you?"

>Sophia looked conflicted for a moment, like she were thankful that you weren't expecting her to take money out of the very tight budget the two had, but also insulted that you wouldn't accept this

"Haaa… Look, I accept your apology, but you should use that money to help yourselves out instead of pay petty debts."

>again, she looked conflicted, but moreso concerning how to handle her money

>on one hand, this money could be used for food this week, but on the other, Lucy was adamant in paying back your hospitality

>eventually she tucked the watch back into her jacket pocket and turned to leave

"Wait."

"What is it now?"

>you thought a moment about how to word this

>words were never your strong suit

"How much did you spend on that? Seiko's aren't cheap."

>she cringes at the memory of the purchase

>which was enough of an answer for you

"What do you care?"

>you reach into your wallet and take out $200 in $20s

"Give me the watch."

>reluctantly she places the watch in your hand and takes the notes

>you both stand there awkwardly for a moment before you break the silence

"…If you two ever need anything, call me. I've got a spare bed if you ever need it."

>she gives you a long and probing look, with expressions of offense and distrust flitting across her face

"Why are you doing this?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me."

"…I don't know. It'd be nice to have company every once in a while. And it's not often a thief comes to repay their debts: I can tell you and Lucy are good people. And I just want to be there if you need help."

>she gives you another judging look for a long moment before her face twists into a amused smirk

"What the hell are you on about? You catch Stockholm Syndrome or something, dude?"

>you pull out a page from your to-do list in your back pocket and scribble your name and number down

>you take her hand and push the piece of paper into it

"Please. I've been between a rock and a hard place without a job before. It'd help me sleep at night."

>she looks at the note before tucking it in her pocket

"I'll think about it."

>>227262

>a few days later, your phone rang and the sisters showed up an hour later

>you cooked, then spent the evening playing Mamono Kombat before setting up the spare room for them

>this happened pretty regularly for the next few months

>you really enjoyed their company

>Lucy was such a proper girl, and Sophia was one hell of a woman

>the two really warmed up to you after getting to know you

>you'd dare say Sophia started trusting you a little

>their brief family conflict was never really brought up again; you suppose some things are just family matters

>you learned how they were living day to day, though

>it wasn't as bad as you thought: they had a tiny apartment in the poor district, and Lucy was attending school while Sophia took whatever part time work she could find

>but your offer still stood: they were always welcome in your home, and they often made visits

>until one day you didn't hear from them for a few weeks straight

>that day was last Friday

>and now here you are, in a familiar back alley, following nothing more than a hunch

>but you found what you came for

"Sophia."

>the bundled mass went stiff on the cold and snowy pavement

>you just watched as her body shifted up and unwrapped the head sitting cradled in her arms

>she looked at you, her eyes gaunt and lips dry and cracked, simultaneously ashamed but too tired to care

"Where's Lucy?"

>another mass behind Sophia shifted, and a pair of arms holding Lucy's much healthier looking head peeked over Sophia's shoulder

>neither of them said anything

"…Come on. If you stay out here any longer you'll catch frostbite."

>Sophia and Lucy looked at eachother for a few seconds before shuffling to stand, various blankets and clothing wrapped around and between them

…

"Wait on the couch while I make some coffee."

>you turned on the space heater while you went over to the machine, loading a few scoops of grounds to the thing

>the dripper let a steady stream of coffee into the pot while you went into your bedroom and collected your warmest sweaters and sweatpants

"Here."

>you placed three mugs of coffee on the table alongside a pile of fresh clothes

>the two gathered them up and went to the spare room to change out of their undoubtedly soaked clothes

>eventually, the three of you sat in your living room, the TV humming quietly, snow falling outside on the balcony, and the smell of coffee permeating the room

"Do you need somewhere to stay?"

>the two nodded hesitantly, their eyes glued to their mugs

"Okay."

>you stood up and walked to the kitchen

>you set a pot of penne and a small pot of sauce on burners while forming some small meatballs

>eventually three plates of pasta sat on the livingroom table

>the sisters ate timidly at first, but soon wiped the helpings clean

>and so you sat once again, at a loss for words

"…So, what happened?"

>Sophia begins to say something but stops before the words leave her mouth

>Lucy, uncharacteristicly, says nothing, and looks to her older sister

"…We were evicted after I lost my job at the convenience store."

>you were about to ask why, but you were preempted

"I was caught stealing from the register."

"…I see."

>you looked to Lucy, but only found her body tighly holding the back of her head against her chest

"Lucy… she… I…"

>Sophia struggles for a long minute to find the right words

"I promised her I wouldn't steal again after I returned your wallet, months ago. But I got caught doing this."

>you nod in understanding as she falls silent. another long period of quiet settles in the room

"You two should get some sleep. I'll see what I can do in the morning."

>and with that Sophia slowly stood, but Lucy stayed put on the couch, her head still clutched to her chest

"Lucy…?"

>Lucy started shaking in the telltale manner of one who's crying, on the verge of sobbing

>Sophia gently picked up her sister and shushed her in a motherly way on the way to the spare room

>after the door had shut you left for the kitchen and grabbed the old bottle of scotch, barely touched after the night you met the pair

>the amber liquid burned dully as you took a sip from the glass as the TV idly droned before you

>>227264

>a couple hours passed, and you drained perhaps a quarter of the bottle by yourself

>you had worked up quite a buzz at this point, so you put the bottle back in the kitchen

>when you came back, you found Sophia sitting on the couch

"I thought you two went to bed."

>she lifted her head from her lap and turned to face you

>she looked better than when you found her a few hours ago, but still weary and drained

"Lucy fell asleep, but I wanted to talk to you."

>you grunted in assent as you sat down

"So?"

"I wanted to know why you're doing this for us."

"Why?"

"Yes. For the past few months we've done nothing but used you and taken advantage of you. Even after cutting ties with you, you still came to us and offered your home even though we have nothing to give in return. Why? Why do you keep helping us?"

>you knew this was a tough question, and having your head swim a little didn't help things

>so you decided not to think about it and just roll with whatever rolled out of your mouth

"Well… I care about you two, I guess."

"That's it?"

"I suppose. At some point, having the two of you over for a few days was something I looked foward to. I enjoyed your company. It was important to me."

>Sophia extended her arms and brought her face closer to yours, staring apprasingly at you, determining if your words were genuine

>had you not been intoxicated, you might have been nervous, or redfaced because you were embarrased to admit such a thing rather than because of the alcoholic flush of your cheeks

>eventually Sophia reached her private conclusion, and leaned her head foward

"Then consider this a thank you."

>then she kissed you

>a brief, chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless

>you were too drunk to notice at first, so you just dumbly stared and wished her a goodnight as she walked to the spare bedroom where her sister slept

>then the realization hit you and you smiled dumbly to yourself

>things might just work out for the three of you

Sorry about not resolving the family drama. Some things just don't find resolution, I guess. Hopefully this was a good enough ending. Anyways, so long /monster/. I'll see you on the other side.

>>227265

See ya writefag, thanks for the story.

Good luck out there.

>>227265

And an Italian goodbye to you, writefag.

>>227265

Thanks for finishing it. I've always had a soft spot for these kinds of stories with a stray and a good person, so I enjoyed it. I hope everything works out for you.

>>228872

>people using my pic

Feels good man.

>>228877

>my pic

M-More thugdere dullahans pls

>>228925

I want more KimihitoxLala

>>233533

The best

>her head falls off, suddenly she's hot

dullahans are the dumbest MGs ever

>>233743

>Not liking dullahans

Boy, them's fightin' words.

>>233743

Oh, elves are just girls with pointy ears! Oh catgirls are just women with tails and weird ears! Oh slap a horse or snake body on her lower half and suddenly she's perfect!

Fuck off m8

>>233743

t. Matango lover

>>234968

Thanks for everything, though

You kept the thread alive

>>235003

We should get some writefaggotry up in here. Gotta keep the glorious dullahan thread going.

>>234968

You did well.

Thanks for everything.

>>186979

My guess is that Crabman wanted her to look like she was herself near death herself, though I admit that I'm pulling this theory out of my ass, so feel free to disregard it.

>>185983

honestly, I just like Lala, I don't really like dullahans. Crabman just made her fun for me

>>257582

>dunking her own head

I imagine that's something every non-nerd dullahan has done once and only once, thanks to the horrible sensation of oh god why once her head leaves her hands.

>>257587

I actually want to see the hilarious outcome.

In case your dullahan daughter gets uppity you should employ something called the timeout shelf. If she needs to be disciplined you take her head and put it on the shelf, which is out of her reach. When she learns to behave she gets her head back.

Of course, the dullahan wife does not approve of this head-related bullying and will vocally object. If she gets too uppity though her head too goes onto the timeout shelf.

>>257609

As long as mother and daughter don't borrow each other's heads.

>>257587

I want to help a tomboy dullahan perform spectacular dunks with her head and rub her head afterwards to make her feel better!