lulusluckyegg. an indie portrayal of lulu from fruitbat factory's 100% orange juice. penned by ollie. ( 23, she/they, plural. ) sideblog of magicpromise. written as a plural original character.
most of the information i have about lulu comes from my own mind, as we don't know much about her canon lore other than the fact she likes studying. please don't steal my lore! i will know.
i am the host of a system, and so is lulu! however, she does not understand that she's part of one, nor is she fully aware of the trauma that led to the split.
no nsfw. lulu doesn't understand those topics.
darker topics may come up on this blog, such as the following: death, attempted murder, assault, trauma, dissociation, etc.
a prompt list consisting of lyrics of songs by project mili. there may be darker and violent themes present. part three to this prompt list.
under the cut because this one got long.
SAIKAI.
when i was young and lost.
you showed up.
you showed up, and had my doors unlocked.
like thread, petals unfold.
you have shown me that i am still capable of caring for someone else.
i still bear the same innocence inside.
'cause now i know.
now i know that pain cannot define the past.
pain cannot define the past.
we are built to overcome endless mishaps.
you know, it's not so bad.
it's not so bad when you are with me.
you know, it's not so bad when you are with me.
cherish as long as we last.
s is not for sayonara.
let memories play back.
i knew i must step up.
you deserve the world and more.
the truth is that you'd rather spend our limited time together.
protection alone is not enough.
providing cannot fill an empty cup.
providing cannot fill an empty cup thirsting for love.
i questioned myself a lot.
what do i know about love?
how can i recreate what i've never had?
all i know is that i must keep you thriving.
if nutrients are what you lack, i will water you with every drop of blood i have.
i will water you with every drop of blood i have.
sacrifice is the easy path.
my absence cannot ever change the fact.
i wanted the very best for you, believe me.
our threads in red can never be cut.
will you forgive me at last?
SALT, PEPPER, BIRDS, AND THE THOUGHT POLICE.
bamboo basket, reflector, working brakes.
never forget your helmet.
see ya, i'm off to the morning market.
thirty-three lemons, a healthy-looking chicken, and a dozen free-range eggs.
thanks, keep the change.
i'm home.
what a perfect day.
i hanged the sheets out in the yard.
thinking about you, mother.
to recite her famous words.
all you need are salt and pepper.
all you need are salt and pepper to taste the happiness of life forever.
men in black kicked down my front door.
hey! who? what? why?
you violated act six seventeen.
you're under arrest.
you shouldn't have been born the way you are.
we began to sing.
they can never take anything from our souls.
they shaved off my hair.
i'm alive.
i still remember all the people i love.
so come at me, and do your worst.
as the morning came and went.
the people stayed and went.
the earth went 'round and 'round.
the stars never looked so kind.
every night, i was invited to watch.
i was invited to watch a theatre played by moonlit birds.
a theatre played by moonlit birds.
they spread their wings.
carrying our silenced voices.
singing our historic songs.
letting everyone in the future know that we existed.
what a perfect night.
i felt the urge to read a book.
i started to write, poems after poems.
we're finally free.
i picked up my bicycle.
riding home to mother.
writing my delusion world.
i saw a version of heaven where i sat in the yard.
i saw a version of heaven.
reading a paperback print of my book.
children lying on the grass.
singing to poems written by me.
PEACH PIT AND CYANIDE.
bitter and almondy.
darling, consume it all.
flavor is love.
mine is the most pungent.
juicy and savory.
filtering out the pulp.
pour me a cup.
pour me a cup, let's make it the end.
let's make it the end.
you peeled off fuzzy skin.
carved out a piece.
and fed your flesh to the mouths not mine.
the sweetest smell still lingers.
the sweetest smell still lingers on the unwanted peach pit you left behind.
so i took a bite.
let it chip away and grind down.
the future i fantasized.
the flavor's kind of nice.
darling, let the cyanide become our spice.
i wonder when i stopped fighting.
i wonder when i stopped fighting against this version of you.
this version of you who's kind to everyone except for me.
if we can't go back to where it all started, i'd rather enjoy my time.
seeing you by my side.
feeling sorry as i cried.
let it sting and paralyze.
my people pleasing mind.
i too know what love tastes like.
sweet cyanide.
TO YOUR OBLIVION.
open your eyes, dear damocles.
tell me, what's tied to my ceiling?
i've got everything.
i've got plenty of the good.
plenty of the worst.
all seemed splendid served on a silver dish.
all seemed splendid.
with each great power comes a great terror.
that's what they say.
that's what they want us to believe.
so what if these dreams i tried reaching out to are light years away from this reality we knew?
mirror, mirror, who's my living proof?
so what if i skipped my daily spoonful of virtue?
it's not like being nice will bring me closer to you.
closer to your temporary throne.
closer to a world i can call my own.
i know, your pride begs to disagree.
i earned it, claimed the blessed.
if i filtered out roses from your view, will you finally see there's a sword for me too?
it doesn't suit you at all.
so what if failures today make me a fool?
persistence always pays off in a decade or two.
mirror, mirror, show me someone new.
hey, what if i said that i never want to be you?
so why don't you step down from that throne?
so you can see me like the way i see you.
YEAR N.
hear my thoughts flow out like rivers.
pot of charcoal ink, paper weights, friction on the page.
hoping it would finally reach you someday.
like the distant lights in lunarscape.
embracing you always.
year 1, i learned your name.
year 10, we were always together.
year 100, i left you.
year 1000, i missed you.
so we start another journey.
by the time we reached our happy ending.
if our hearts remain lonely, will you make a promise to me?
will you make a promise to me?
let the spring blossom.
let summer dance.
let autumn sing a song.
winter yawned, it goes around and 'round.
with you, i sang along.
each and every flower in me lights up tiny fireworks.
i'm naming the stars after us.
i know we're determined to let go everything, anything.
first, it was sweet.
then it felt heavy.
since when did we start building happiness upon sacrifices?
despite all the good memories, it is time to face our reality.
sometimes goodbyes are necessary.
letting time repair our wounded beliefs.
if our hearts remain loving, will you break a promise with me?
will you break a promise with me?
and if our hearts remain beating, will you keep the promise to me?
will you keep the promise to me?
without you, i carry on.
i picked up the quill, filling out the pages.
our stories untold.
LIFE WE SOW.
sunny days over gold.
we walk upon the soil.
dragging down on the plow.
here is the life we sow.
tiny raindrops.
dance, bouncy new leaf.
children of the sea.
children of the land.
children on the hills.
children in the sand.
chasing over happiness.
i have travelled all the way to here.
being happy means to eat, and grow, and sleep.
do you see?
under the silver moon, we picked the ripened fruits.
sweetest ones for my love inside a wooden box.
SLEEP TALK METROPOLIS.
i'm building my muscles.
i make my own bentos.
low waste and responsible.
i'm learning to be minimal.
i wish to be hired to pay off my student loans.
i wish to be hired.
enjoyed being alone.
don't want to be alone.
i wanted my own home.
i needed a new phone.
i wanted to travel.
the times are different, did you know?
the times are different.
did you know?
we're living in a dream.
spilling our time on repeat.
we're living for the dream.
is it a sign?
i am in a race of one.
i wanted a child someday.
tell me it's not too late.
i'm dreaming of a sunny balcony.
so don't say yours was better.
PAPER BOUQUET.
loop through a silky ribbon, my pretender.
hide a scarlet letter.
manuals in hand.
we paint the world a bit redder.
bury my new friend, means to an end.
dress up in the mirror i am cinderella.
if the future needs a billion samples of flowers, i'm your reaper.
i'm your reaper.
i've no color.
so the least i can do for you is endure.
i'm here in familiar dark.
though sometimes i wonder.
where is my resetter?
faster than the speed of light.
shining bright, falling into our eyes.
we are sapphires.
we are sapphires, laying on sand.
the world now tastes a bit saltier.
is the future set in place?
is it not too late?
too late to be a good girl today?
dress up in the gutter i am snow white.
what strange words.
it all matters.
every piece we made is my treasure.
we walked down the aisle unexplored.
remaining strangers.
RTRT.
hold up, mister.
how about some retort, a pouch of curry?
but you're rather picky.
well, i'll make you something else.
don't need to show me how.
since i'm the mad scientist, proclaimed by myself.
no matter which one you pick i'll get it done.
delivery or takeout won't beat my retort pouch.
you're loving my retort.
i'm loving your retort.
you're my only retort.
you stretch your arms out asking for a hug.
hidden under your talisman is your practiced smile.
come here, mister.
that's when i realized we've became family.
i'll stitch you back up.
SIDESHOW DUCKLING.
i pray for a night of no end.
spinning around and around.
the ducking ceased her smile.
not enough.
not enough to be awarded love.
ladies and gentlemen.
here comes your fakest swan.
on my shoulder stood your heavy dream.
i took a leap.
i hate how every time i look to you.
step on their tongues.
badder than the devil.
i'm enough.
i'm enough to win my own approval.
goodbye.
goodnight.
i hope your dreams are sweeter than mine.
no matter how many pieces i lost and found.
some parts are always the same.
i killed the dawn you long desired.
that's enough.
that's enough to make me feel much better.
here comes your favorite swan.
burn me with your fire.
i understand, i already know.
i understand.
i already know.
you hate yourself more.
you hate yourself more than you have ever hated me.
born to a human mother and a dragon father, lulu was left to be raised by her father after her mother died in childbirth. her father, knowing the risks of staying in the human world with draconic features, brings her to the dungeon in order to guarantee the survival of both of them.
however, lulu's father was eventually hunted by a party who sought to kill a dragon for the bounty. lulu was devastated, left alone to try and survive. a hunter tried to kill lulu as well, but luculia ("dark lulu") split off from her and helped her get out of there before she was killed. nowadays, she moves from place to place in the dungeon, trying to survive and not get hunted by humans who want the bounty of her.
shadows house:
a young girl chosen for shadows house, lulu becomes the living doll of lululia, her shadow master whose soot power allows her to wield a draconic claw as a defensive measure against those who would harm her. lulu may be clumsy, but she does her best to serve her shadow master well, and despite the warnings, internally questions the truth.
in truth, lulu's real name is lululia, and when she was selected for shadows house, she was brainwashed into believing that the shadows family is absolute, and would not lead them to any harm. the shadow master that lululia was assigned to took her name and named her living doll lulu instead. instead of being an alter, "dark lulu" is a shadow.
project moon:
during the fallout of the white nights and dark days, lululia crystalis was a young fixer who, by sheer force of will, acquired her e.g.o. this, however, leaves her in an unstable state, as manifesting e.g.o. wears on her and exhausts her physical and mental states tremendously.
base e.g.o.: draconic whims.
distortion: luculia, winged beast of isolation.
due to an unstable e.g.o. state, lulu will eventually distort, becoming what she refers to as her "dark lulu" state.
distorted form description:
a sorrowful beast that lashes out indiscriminately. one of its wings appears to be broken, as if the dragon is unable to fly away from here. it's almost as if its freedom has been torn away from it, angry at the world's cruelty. it seems to lash out in order to protect itself from further harm. its claws tear through whatever they strike at.
as we attack, i can hear the beast wailing in agony. distorting seems to have put lulu through a ton of pain, and i want to help her, but it looks like the only way to help her is to keep fighting her. what should i do, executive manager? i can't bear this much longer. i want to end her suffering, but i just want our friend to come back.
" oooooooooooooh ! lulu likes this place ! " this is lulu's first time seeing the rest of shadows house aside from her and lululia's rooms. she would wander off everywhere if not for @revivaiist taking her by the hand. " ah ! lulu's sorry, toru ! lulu's just so amazed by everything ! is this really what we all have to clean every day ? lulu doesn't know how she'll be able to clean it all every single day..... "
orientation: unlabeled. likely bisexual. shipping is likely complicated.
species: human-dragon hybrid. ( bodily )
eyes: gold. they turn reddish-pink when lululia fronts.
hair: dark purple, usually left down. lulu prefers to tie it into pigtails. ends are wavy.
skin: a caramel brown, with lavender scales that cover her arms, legs, and neck during transformation flareups and nesting season.
attire: a wide array of frilly dresses that once belonged to her late mother; however, there are holes in various places due to transformation flareups. the dresses are typically in a variety of pink, blue, and gold fabrics. luculia prefers to wear red.
personality: luculia is less social than her curious counterpart. she doesn't trust people much, and she usually makes the call on whether or not lulu should keep interacting with a person. she means well; her role as a protector alter is to ensure that lulu isn't harmed again like she was as a child. she cares deeply for her fellow alter and wants to keep her safe, no matter what it takes. she is prepared to harm others for lulu's sake.
dissociative identity disorder: luculia ( or "dark lulu" as she is often called ) is an alter that split off from lululia when she was a child, after an incident with some humans wanting to hunt her for her eggs. luculia is aware that she isn't the only one in her system, but has yet to meet any of the others. she doesn't know how to tell lulu the truth about the gaps in her memory, and simply tells her that she exists to be her friend.
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?
[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ?
[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?
[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?
[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?
[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?
[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?
[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?
[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?
[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?
[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?
[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?
[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?
[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?
[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ?
[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ?
[ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ?
[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?
[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?
[ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ?
[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
[ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ?
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?
[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?
[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?
[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?
[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?
[ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ?
[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
[ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
✱ ˚。⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
orientation: unlabled / questioning, likely wlw. shipping can be rather complicated.
species: human-dragon hybrid.
eyes: reddish-pink. they turn gold when "dark lulu" is fronting.
hair: dark purple, partially pulled up into high twintails. her hair glitters in the sunlight.
skin: a caramel brown, with lavender scales that cover her arms, legs, and neck during transformation flareups and nesting season.
attire: a wide array of frilly dresses that once belonged to her late mother; however, there are holes in various places due to transformation flareups. the dresses are typically in a variety of pink, blue, and gold fabrics. "dark lulu" prefers to wear red.
personality: perhaps it's due to trauma regression. perhaps it's due to being isolated in a cave for so long without a soul other than the one inside her head. whatever the case, lulu behaves more like a curious teenager than a mature dragon. she doesn't know much about the outside world, and tends to ask a lot of questions. she wants to fit in with humans, but due to transformation flareups as well as her other dragonlike tendencies, many humans see her as strange and tend to avoid her. it doesn't help that she tends to talk out loud when she communicates with "dark lulu", unaware of how bizarre it must look for outsiders who don't know.
transformation flareups: even now, lulu has a difficult time controlling when and where she fully transforms. this can be painful for her, and she prefers to be alone during these times. these flareups might leave her bedridden and sore for up to a week afterwards, especially during nesting season when her body is more sensitive to transforming. she wishes it would stop already.
dissociative identity disorder, trauma, and "dark lulu": when lulu was physically a child, she had a frightening experience with humans who wanted to hunt her for her eggs since she was part dragon. this traumatic experience led to her splitting "dark lulu", a protector alter who does her best to ensure nothing like that happens again. there are others who may have split from that time, but "dark lulu" is the only one that lulu is currently aware of.
backstory:
born to a human mother and dragon father, the painful birth of lululia crystalis unfortunately led to her mother's death. raised by her dragon father alone, lulu learned all kinds of things. her father was stern but thoughtful, and treasured his daughter dearly. but lulu wanted to understand more. her father could teach her about dragons, but he didn't know much about the human world other than what his late wife had told him.
so one spring day, lulu snuck out of the cave when her father was asleep, seeking out some humans so she could learn about and understand them. but unfortunately, the humans that found her were hunters that only saw lulu as prey. they chased after her and tried to catch her, but lulu managed to get away from them. however, lulu had gotten injured in the process; one of her wings was bent awkwardly. she couldn't feel it anymore. that incident caused "dark lulu" to split, a callous alter with the purpose of protecting lululia from further harm.
lulu's father scolded her for her carelessness, but also apologized to her for not warning her of the dangers beforehand. he tried mending her broken wing, but it was no use. lulu would never be able to properly use her wings again. this devastated her; she loved to fly, but one mistake led to such an unfortunate outcome. she blamed herself for it. why wouldn't she? it was her own curiosity getting out of hand that caused this.
years passed. lululia cried the night her father joined her mother on the other side. she was alone, with no one to guide her. she was scared of venturing out on her own, but "dark lulu" was by her side through it all. she had vowed to protect lulu no matter what. lulu learned to catch fish, learned to cook on her own through trial and error. she could be clumsy, and she would sometimes scar from burning herself, but she got better over time, and had a lot of fun doing it. she would go to human villages and trade food for books so she could study human culture. slowly but surely, she learned more about the human world. she loved it. but gaps in her memories taunted her, a pain in her wing she couldn't remember the cause of. "dark lulu" had shielded her from it all, but lulu hated not remembering. she wanted to know just what she was missing.