#lulu reads stone fruit

[libraryleopard]

Stone Fruit by Lee Lai

Adult graphic novel

Follows a lesbian couple whose relationship is fragmenting even as they bond over taking care of their niece

Chinese Australian* lesbian main character, lesbian trans woman with depression main character 

Explores tense family relationship, depression, and the disintegration of a romantic relationship

Bleak and tender, complicated and quiet

*I think it’s set in Australia based on the way the characters talk and the fact that the author is Australian, but I'm not 100% sure

[looz-y]

so last night i decided to put more depth into jezebel and lulu so i wrote down quickly some stuff about their likes/dislikes & other stuff AND IT WAS PRETTY FUN. i might add more stuff onto this with other ocs i develop but for now, These Lesbians

here’s They if u wanna read~

Jezebel Birthday, Fall 27 (Oct 31) | Lesbian | Marriage, No Friends: Lulu, Krobus

a dark witch that lives in a secret level in the mines of pelican town. she befriends lulu during her first festival in spring (the egg festival) and has stuck by her side since. jezebel has a complex strained relationship with her mother, who lives in a secret level in the mines but deeper. she is a non-romancable npc.

"Amazing! I'll take that from your hands~" loves: star shards, obsidian, strange bun, wild plum, void egg, midnight carp, wine, dragon tooth

"Not so bad. I'll add this to my collection." likes: ruby, midnight squid, prismatic shard, poppy, rabbit's foot, void mayonnaise

"This is useful, I'll take it." neutral: iridium bar, golden egg, daffodil, dandelion, purple mushroom

"Oh...you really shouldn't have...I mean it." dislike: crystal fruit, coconut, strawberry, melon, starfruit, solar essence, super cucumber, quartz

"...is this some kind of joke to you?!" hates: void essence, bug steak, sap, golden pumpkin, pearl, duck feathers

Lulu 24 | Birthday, Fall (Nov) 9 | Lesbian | Marriage, Yes Friends: Jezebel, Seb, Sam, Abby, Maru, Penny, Sandy, Marnie, Emily Family: Grandpa, Welwick (Aunt) Lover: Haley

the new farmer of Sapphos Farm, she's the granddaughter of Pelican Town's beloved old farmer and writer. after her grandmother's passing, she decides to open her grandfather's letter which prompts her to move to Stardew Valley.

"Oh! I didn't expect this, thank you! I love this so much!" loves: fairy rose, strawberry, pomegranate, fairy stone, lucky lunch, starfruit, mead

"Ah? A gift to me? Thank you very much." likes: daffodil, dandelion, rhubarb pie, parsnip, pumpkin soup, bread, sweet pea, rainbow shell

"Thank you, it's appreciated." neutral: truffle, squid ink, fairy dust, golden coconut, rhubarb, pearl

"Ah...I don't understand this." dislikes: ancient fruit, coffee, corn, caviar, monster musk, oil of garlic

"...No." hates: all trash, monster loot, all fish, petrified slime, pickles, void mayonnaise

[solbabies]

hello could you write eliott/lucas with lucas the drummer of this great band and eliott model and fanboy?

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy this Elu oneshot anyway! If you want more Lucas and Eliott you can find me on AO3 as @Book_Lover2001

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Lucas kept his head down low, his hood drawn over his head casting a dark shadow over his features as he maneuvered the streets of Paris with an expert precision. The shouts were coming from all directions as cameras flashed and crowds began to draw, threatening to block off his route. Rumors had been swirling around western Europe now for weeks and just when he thought they would have died down, another source mysteriously reported to have insider knowledge which only aided in sparking another surge in the story.

The light from the cameras glared off his sunglasses as he rounded another corner down the busy side street and continued to ignore the questions being hurled at him from paparazzi. One of his guards kept everyone at bay but Lucas just wanted to get to the car and put as much distance between the people and him as he could.

“Mr. Lallemant,” his guard ushered him to the black car that was waiting for him.

“Homewrecker!” someone shouted at him as the car door opened.

“Will you address the rumors that you were part of the affair?” another yelled.

“Did you date Minister Jeanson’s daughter to cover it up?”

“Are you actually gay?” was the last thing he heard as the door slammed shut, effectively fading all the words and screams to a faint hum.

~~

“How did I let you get me into this mess” Lucas groaned, allowing himself to sink into the sofa further.

“Because you love me?” the soothing voice of his boyfriend came from across the room. Lucas looked over at him, his face pale with frustration and annoyance. Eliott sent him a sweet apologetic smile from where he was leaning against the doorframe of the room.

“They’re literally ambushing me in the streets now!” Lucas shouted half heartedly before averting his eyes from Eliott.

“They’ll find something else to latch onto in a few days,” he said, trying to keep optimistic.

“They think I’m a homewrecker-- huh, I’ve never been called one of those before,” Lucas tried lightly, although the bitterness was still in his tone.

“You technically are a homewrecker, my love,” Lucas shot him a glare, but Eliott’s light chuckle made his features soften against his will. Eliott pushed off the wall and walked over to him, shifting Lucas’ legs into his lap as he took a seat. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face. “We both knew what we were doing.”

“But I should have stopped it before it happened.” Eliott’s confession made Lucas sit up, worry creased in the lines of his face. Eliott immediately realized his slip of the tongue, mouth agape in the process of correcting himself. “No, Lucas, you know I don’t mean-- I mean that I should have broken up with Lucille before I let… this happen, not that I don’t want this-- I…” Lucas dropped his head on Eliott’s shoulder, letting out a breath.

“I get it, don’t worry.” Eliott’s body relaxed, the tension falling away. There was a chime of Eliott’s phone, and a sigh from the older boy.

“I have to get to work,” he announced, although seemingly in no rush to move Lucas off of him.

“What is it today? Nike? Caleo?”

“Dior,” he replied nonchalantly. Lucas still couldn’t believe that he was dating an actual model-- like, an actual, real life, ‘this is my job’ model.

“So now we know Dior?” Eliott laughed, wrapping his arm around him, pulling him closer.

“Dior, as in Christian Dior, died a long time ago, Lucas. Dior is just a company now.”

“A company that you work for.”

“That I’ve been contracted by,” he corrected with an amused grin. “Anyway, you act as if

you don’t work with cool people everyday.”

“I did one song with Booba and you will not let it go.”

“I’m your biggest fan, Mister Lallemant, I don’t know why you’re accusing me of

holding that over your head,” he said through a thin smile pressed on his lips.

“I hate you.”

“I really have to go,” Eliott noted once again, still not getting up.

“Are you coming tonight?” Lucas asked, shifting to face him.

“Like I said, I’m your number one fan,” Eliott replied leaning towards him and giving

him a quick kiss.

“We better prepare ourselves for the onslaught of questions we’re about to get then.”

Another kiss. “Are you trying to distract me--” Another one. “Stop it Eliott, this is serious!”

~~

And there were, an onslaught of questions waiting for them that night. The Gang had finished up their set, the crowd’s screams still roaring throughout the venu; their voices only faintly faded in their dressing room.

Yann was exhausted, already flopping onto the sofa when they got back to the room. Arthur was working through his second bottle of water and Basile seemed to be distracted by his phone the minute they stepped off stage. Lucas was still clutching his drumsticks as he tossed himself next to his best friend, Yann moving to make space.

“Who are you texting?” Arthur asked Bas as he gulped down more water.

“Daphné,” he replied without looking up from his phone. The three other guys shared a

look behind his back.

“That PR girl from the Rolling Stones Magazine photo session?” Lucas said, his eyebrow raised. Basile nodded enthusiastically, a loopy grin on his lips.

“Looks like Lulu wasn’t the only one who walked away from that cover shoot with someone.” Lucas shot Yann a look, ready to protest when he got waved off. “We read the tabloids, dude.”

“Yeah, you both looked pretty cozy on that boat,” Arthur agreed, picking at a fruit platter. Lucas could feel the blush spreading high on his cheeks as his bandmates stared at him expectantly.

“You don’t think…” Lucas started, his sentence trailing off into nothing. Yann patted his shoulder, drawing him into a side hug.

“Dude, we don’t think any less of you,” Yann told him. “Don’t listen to the bullshit online, you two look happy together.”

“Yeah, they’re being assholes,” Basile added, finally putting his phone away. “I mean, I’ll never understand people who cheat but that doesn’t make you a bad person-- you or that guy.”

“Eliott,” Lucas said, a subconscious smile growing on his lips.

“Aww, Lulu’s in love!” Yann pestered, poking Lucas’ cheek with his finger. The smaller boy smacked his hand away.

“So when are we going to meet this Eliott,” Arthur asked, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, a big supportive grin on his features.

“Well, actually--” there was a knock at the door. They all turned and standing with his hands in his pockets was Eliott, right on time. Lucas smiled up at him, standing up from his spot to greet him.

“You made it!” Lucas announced, happily allowing himself to be drawn in for a hug.

“Told you I would,” Eliott answered, running his fingers through his own hair.

“And? How did it go?”

“Dior? Meh, same old same old. You were great tonight--” Before they could keep up their conversation, Basile cleared his throat causing them to turn their attention to the band; all of whom were annoyed to have not been introduced.

“Oh, well you guys all know Eliott,” Lucas began, suddenly feeling shy under their watchful eyes. “He’s my… boyfriend.” His three friends screeched like middle school girls and he couldn’t help but laugh at the relief he felt-- even though he knew they didn’t care. “Eliott, these are the members of the Gang; Arthur, Basile and Yann.”

“I’m a big fan,” Eliott told them all with a nod.

“You’re just saying that,” Bas gushed, with the wave of his hand. Eliott laughed, but it was Lucas who spoke up.

“Don’t get him started, he could win any trivia contest about us; it’s actually scary.”

“I worked in a music store for a while,” Eliott shrugged, although Lucas could tell he was slightly, if not entirely, starstruck.

“‘A while’, sure. You say that as if you don’t own all of our albums and have our posters lining your bedroom wall.”

“I only have posters of you, my love,” Eliott humoured him, bending down to kiss him quickly. The room was filled with a chorus of ‘awws’ that turned into ‘my eyes’ and ‘get a room’. Yeah, they might have the face all the paparazzi waiting to pounce on them the second they left, but here in this room it didn’t matter. His friends like his boyfriend, and to Lucas, he’d gladly be subjected to hundreds of questions if it meant that his two worlds could fit perfectly together.

[annab-nana]

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[auronlu]

Title: Love Her and Despair

Chapter 46: "The Houses of Healing"

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Characters: Auron/Lulu, Zuke, Rikku/Wakka

Rating: G

Word Count: 3200

Navigation: Previous Chapter | First Chapter | Map/ToC

The Story So Far: Sin is defeated, its occupant freed, but being Sin for thirteen years is not something one can throw off in a day.

A day in St. Bevelle began with the ringing of many bells— yet too few, with gaps of silence where the Tower of Light should have boomed forth. A chilly sea-fog seeped between panes and under doors. Auron and Lulu rose and dressed in silence, exchanging ironic glances as the mage bundled into the shapeless gown of a novice nun. As the last peals died away, they slipped out, threading corridors where tardy acolytes scampered towards chapel. Those few who made eye contact were too tongue-tied to offer more than a reverent bow. None noticed that Yevon's prayer was not returned.

The cloister garden was cold, foggy and uninviting. A glimmer to the east showed where the sun would burn through. Dew lay heavy on leaf and stone. Above, invisible gulls wheeled and keened. Lulu halted at the edge of the grass and breathed in. Earth, flowers, herbs, and the homely scents of cooking from the refectory blended with the smell of the sea. Abruptly she kicked off her slippers, pressing her toes into wet earth. Loose hair flying behind her, she strode out onto the close-cropped lawn, wetting the hem of her gown. Concentric pathways between flowerbeds and rows of vegetables drew her on, taking her on a meandering tour of the garden. She stroked leaves and stems as she passed.

Auron took the straight path to the fountain and waited. A mental image came to him: Lulu in her dream-bower, an infinite cage, more verdant yet utterly barren for all its fruits and flowers, a cloister of trials for a failed guardian to pace for years without end.

At last she reached him, turning away from the fountain and gazing back at their footprints marching in parallel across the dew-silvered grass.

"Well, that hasn't changed, at least," Lulu said.

"No." He was watching her feet, not the ground. She had stumbled twice during her explorations. Unimportant, perhaps, but she had always been so sure-footed on their travels, inexplicably elsewhere whenever a foe's claw, fist or wing-tip swept towards her.

"What?" she said.

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[seralii]

the professor

ABOUT THE PROFESSOR. . . — they were given the name LUMII EISNER. they have the unpopular nickname of “lulu” and “lu”, but is known across fódlan as the fearsome ashen demon.

— lumii is nonbinary and uses they / them / theirs pronouns exclusively. they’re closeted to most people, but came out to their father a few months before they turned eighteen. they eventually come out to their students later in the school year, as well.

— they’re about twenty / twenty-one at the time of three houses and implied to be twenty-five during the timeskip, but they’re not entirely sure how old they are. their birthday wasn’t celebrated until arriving at garreg mach.

— they’re the only child of jeralt reus eisner and the late sitri eisner. growing up, jeralt never told them much about their mother other than that she was deceased until they arrived at the monastery and found her grave.

— lumii purchased their pendant when they were young, and it’s said to be a good luck charm. jeralt commissioned their armor for their eighteenth birthday as a surprise, in the style of male byleth’s outfit.

— they unknowingly possess sothis’ crest stone and the crest of flames. the sword of the creator later comes into their possession and they’re able to wield other relics, but it’s not something they share with many outside of their house and the church.

— lumii has grown up fighting with an array of weapons, but specializes in swords and lances. they handle a bow on occasion for hunting. they learned some magic at the officer’s academy, but have difficulty controlling the magical output so they exhaust themself quickly.

— unbeknownst to them, their muted expressions are due to sothis’ slumber. many people found them intimidating and downright creepy because of this, and is a reason for their title. once she awakens, their emotions tend to become much more noticeable and prominent.

— lumii loves tea and has since they were young. their favorite is honeyed-fruit blend, and they often stash boxes of varying types in their room for safe keeping. they frequently have tea times with their students to get to know them better.

— ever since they were a child, lumii has wanted a pegasus. they were too expensive and high maintenance for a mercenary band and so it was off the table. after mentioning this to rhea, the archbishop gifted them their own pegasus.

— after fusing with sothis, they undertake some nabatean-like features: the pointed ears, sharpened canines, and green hair, which tends to grow at accelerated rates.

TIMELINE. . . — trigger / content warning: stillbirth, character death, canon divergence.

— lumii eisner was born stillborn in year 1180 under the blue sea moon. their mother, weak and unlikely to survive the birthing process, pleaded for rhea to implant sothis’ crest stone in her child in hopes they’d be given a chance at life. the archbishop agreed and the transplant was a success, but sitri passed once it was removed.

— growing up, jeralt kept them sheltered from many things: the church, concepts of crests, information of the world, his past, and the mysterious circumstances surrounding their birth. instead, they were raised alongside their father’s band of mercenaries and traveled across fódlan for work while remaining untraceable from church spies.

— jeralt’s mercenaries often stopped in remire village in the empire where they grew up for most of their childhood until they were eight, where they explored more of the continent. until then, the villagers helped jeralt raised his child and he felt indebted to them. on occasion, they still visit remire when they’re in imperial territory.

— lumii was taught by their father how to wield a blade in order to survive sooner than they could read and write. they often helped out around camp by doing chores between training and traveling, and finally became an official mercenary at the age of ten. at the age of thirteen, they earned the title of “ashen demon”.

— imperial year 1175, jeralt’s mercenaries travel to fhirdiad for a job where lumii meets the prince and his friends. there, they impress them with their combat abilities, earn a handful of young admirers. in private, jeralt asks his old friends, king lambert and rodrigue, to take care of his child if anything happens to them.

— imperial year 1176, lumii quietly worries about the well-being of their friends following the tragedy of duscur while they and the mercenaries are in alliance territory. they try to send letters to the corresponding houses belonging to their new friends, but don’t receive a reply.

— imperial year 1180, lumii and jeralt’s mercenaries stop in remire village for a week for a job. during that time, they run into the three house leaders and are roped into arriving at garreg mach monastery.

© seralii, all rights reserved. do not edit, translate, or repost my work on any platform without explicit permission

[annab-nana]

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Tagging these babes: @lonely-xplr @sunsetholland @dmonchld @rebelemilu @x-lulu @starrybrock @golbrockstar @xplrvibes and anyone else who wants to can have at it as well :)

[outerbanksjjforever]

Thank you for the tag @x-lulu 💕

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing / water or fire // paperback or hardcover (paperback is cool too tho) // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows (why are these so hard?) // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

Literally way too many that I couldn’t decide on 🤦🏼‍♀️

Tagging: Anyone who wants to join!