VENUSTRAPE – a mutually exclusive, independent & selective roleplay blog featuring portrayals of several female muses, predominantly originating from sitcoms / comfort shows that are near & dear to my heart. low to medium activity. personals, please don’t interact. written by dee, she / her, 21+. rules under the cut. MUSES + VERSES | MEMES | MAINS
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i think it's time that i went home. independent & selective, nostalgia heavy multimuse featuring portrayals of various female characters. as told by dee.
i think it's time that i went home. independent & selective, nostalgia heavy multimuse featuring portrayals of various female characters. as told by dee.
i think it's time that i went home. independent & selective, nostalgia heavy multimuse featuring portrayals of various female characters. as told by dee.
" WELL I FOR ONE LOVE MYSELF some ice cream coffee - i want to have like, five every single day for the rest of my life. " she grins, licking her lips after she finished hers, feeling the leftover vanilla ice cream stuck to her upper lip. she listens to her mom, and she agrees with the plan she'd been brewing herself. " we need a whole luke day ... but will it be italy? or prague? maybe paris! " she squeals at the mentions of all the places they're going to get to go. she couldn't wait. she was so excited to explore the world, staring with europe - with her mom by her side.
then there's a giggly groan that leaves her lips, chuckling and shaking her head. her mom was right, yale had already accepted her. they were most likely not going to uninvite her. yet, it still instills some fear in her. the thought of suddenly not being good enough, so she looks to her mom with a classic rory pout. " what if i leave for college, and luke forgets about me so he doesn't even know how to make my breakfast and coffee in the mornings?! " throwing a dramatic hand up, then peeking up at the café front to see their selections of pastries. " i'm sad, i don't want to grow up and: be forgotten. "
" you're right, that three square meals a day thing is bogus – anti-affogato propaganda. " this is too dangerous to have in stars hollow. but it won't stop her from trying to improvise it at home anyway & be crushingly disappointed with the result ! something tells her the ice cream & the atmosphere makes all the difference. not to mention the company. " paris might be the winner, kid. " she agrees with a growing smile. " he deserves something fancy, right ? what's more fancy than the french ?? besides, we have to shop in paris, anyway, it's practically unavoidable. & you know. worst case, we'll get him a beret ! tell him his hat's getting worn out. " she could continue the tradition of getting him headwear, right ? keep the bit going ? she shakes her head, banishing the thought. " mm- no. no, we'll get him something nice. "
gaze softens despite the amused smile that takes shape at the sight of her dramatics – no DNA test needed, huh ? " babe, there's no way that could ever happen. that town is our- extended, wacky family, yours & mine, & they have long memories over there. besides, trust me, gilmores leave an impression. mark my words, there are several people seriously considering putting you in their will right now. " the crazy part is... she wouldn't even be surprised. " luke loves you like crazy, he won't forget. but- let's pretend he might so i have an excuse to waltz in there every morning & shove a picture of you in his face, make him recite your usual. just for kicks. " she reaches across the table, taking hold of rory's forearm just to make sure her words stick. " look, despite my many strongly worded letters, scientists still haven't found a way to make this growing up thing stop, but the good news is : no matter how much time passes, you know where home is. & home never forgets. okay ? "
he says this like he hadn't spent the last few weeks observing the reporter's daily routine for the very purpose of orchestrating such a chance encounter. because of course he didn't—that would be crazy. Lex flashes her a charming smile and gestures to the cashier behind the counter as he says, " may I buy you a coffee in exchange for a moment of your time? neither of us have anywhere else we need to be for the next half hour or so, and this won't take long. "
despite the offer being phrased in the form of a question, lois knows him well enough by now that the mogul does not ask—he insists. not only does Lex buy her coffee, he recites her order exactly as lois herself would have done. " the daily planet's latest headline, " he says, revealing what this is really about as they wait for their drinks. " I'd congratulate you for making the front page again, of course, but writing about the so-called man of steel seems like it practically guarantees that spot. "
when their drinks are placed on the counter, Lex grabs them both. " but this isn't about him, it's about me. your latest puff piece on superman said some things about me that could be considered libel. and I'm certain my legal team could convince a judge to see it that way, too. but I don't want it to have to come to that, lois. " he holds out her drink to her, leaning in with a smile that's far less charming than his first.
now, that's grounds for a cartoonish record scratch ! she swears she hears it – a blunt interruption to her lunch break dressed in, what is it today, armani ? it's not important, really. a polished annoyance is still an annoyance. " lex. " note the smidge of exasperation in her greeting as she turns around to flash him a smile that sits at the intersection of civil & 'what the hell do you want ?' she doesn't have time to stop his next move – there's an agenda afoot. there always is with him. & by the time her exact order is placed, she's ready to bet a pretty penny that this little meet creepy isn't accidental, either. so she watches instead, suspicion in narrowed eyes as arms fold over her chest. " that's funny, i don't remember emailing you my schedule. "
& there it is – the reason behind the unwelcome intrusion in four words or less. can you spell boo-hoo ? " & i'd congratulate you on an A+ burn, but that came out a little bitter. " a beat. " he's the world's largest beacon of hope, lex, he deserves the front page spot. " & with confidence that he, of all people, doesn't have a chance in hell of shaking, " but i'm the one who makes the story front page worthy. you can call my editor if you want – i'm sure he'll be happy to fill you in on my merits. "
god forbid something isn't about him. " oh, the legal team ! is that what we're calling your checkbook these days ? " it's not like he's above finding & exploiting the corruptible. for every judge with a firm moral code, there's another with a flimsy one & he'd sniff them out in two shakes. lex luthor can make an imperfect system work perfectly in his favor & she'd be naive to discard the thought. " it's all facts, lex – but, hey, if colorful metaphors hurt your feelings, that's between you, your shrink & a good pint of ice cream. " & as though her patience isn't already stretched paper thin, there he goes, uttering a request that lois deems as pointless as wishing upon a star – that star's too far away to care. & this star reporter backpedals about as well as she plays the cello. " a retraction. " where his smile tenses up, hers widens, amused in a way only something wildly ridiculous could draw out. " okay. should i come over & tuck you in tonight, too ? because those two things have about the same damn chance of happening. " she sticks the landing firmly & makes sure she looks him in the eye for it. lois lane doesn't yield well. & then, she eyes the coffee, a spark of impulsivity creeping in. she won't do it. getting banned from her favorite coffee shop is not an option... right? but she likes the idea of being armed while her buttons are getting pushed. lois looks up again, " little tip, " & plucks the cup from his hand. " never hand a gal a hot beverage when you come for her work – she might feel a muscle spasm coming on. "
i learned my lesson. it won't happen again. / daisy @ lorelai
" oh, it won't ? " a rhetorical, frustrated question as arms fold across her chest. " that's great, dais, hey, do me a favor – go back in time & stop it from happening the first time. " the usual note of humor gets lost in the thoroughly unamused look on her face as they stand in the inn's lobby, blues pinned on daisy with a disappointed stare that she could've only inherited from her mother. it can't be helped. " kid, we are so not done here – you could've asked. if you needed a place to spend the night, if you needed to talk, you could've come to me ! i've got a perfectly good couch & contrary to popular opinion, my listening is at least half as good as my talking. as far as options go, this shouldn't have even crossed your mind. " 'this' being sneaking into one of the inn rooms without lorelai knowing. the same room that's also currently trashed. " what happened in there, daisy ? i mean, hell, if you'd started a band, got successful, started to really feel the pressure from the fans, maybe i would've understood the need to go all rock star on a room that isn't yours, but i've got a feeling that's not the story here. " a beat. " were you alone ? "
