Interests as far as writing would be action/adventure, Cloak & Dagger, & murder/mystery. A couple of my girls have a penchant for BDSM, while one will have past stories as well as a here and now MSL where she is pregnant and will be making some very hard life changes.
I have over fifteen years of creative experience, and as far as rp, I have over 8 years in this arena.
I am down for plotting and making wonderful stories, however, I like my efforts to be 50/50 when at all necessary.
For me, the admin, music is life. There are songs that define moments and memories, they remind me of good times, bad times, and the very best of times.
My muses love music, all kinds, classical, RnB, Jazz, Rock, Grunge, Classic Rock, Heavy Metal, Disco, Hip Hop, Pop, 90's Country, House Music, on and on.
Music defines many poignant times in our lives and although some of the songs we associate with people and precious moments are what get us through our darkest times.
Muses and admin are into Horror, Action/Adventure, Sci-fi, Documentary, Foreign, Comedy, Stand-up, very selective on the chick flick or mushy romantic comedies
TV is...well, it's trash.
Muses and admin appreciate The Addams Family, The Munsters, Lost In Space, SNL, Friends, Criminal Minds, Dave Chappelle Show, and Jeopardy.
Both muse and admin enjoy
Edgar Allen Poe
Anything pertaining to Greek and Egyptian Gods and traditions
Open Veins of Latin America by Eduardo Galeano
A People's History of The United States by Howard Zinn
Florentine Codex: General History of the Things of New Spain
Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond
Heroes come in many shapes and sizes. They are gifted with powers to help us cope with what we need to when we need to. I have been a hero at times, as have my muses, but we have been villains as well.
Sometimes we need to take a beat to remember we are all just here doing what we can while we can.
We can be heroes...
...just for one day.
Labyrinths Medusae(Multimuse)'s Details
Networking, Connect with Artists,
Varies for each muse
Varies~ Depends on muse (Selective)
Cataleya, Kataryna, and Alexandria
None, however, muses know of superheros, Robots, Supernaturals, Daemons, Dark Hunters, etc
Gemma Arterton, Angelica Anderson, and Alexandra Daddario
About me: The admin, is a pretty chill gal. I am passionate about my writing and my muses. I am respectful as long as others are respectful. I am courteous and kind so long as others so the same respect.
I have been writing since I was a little girl, I have several muses that are near and dear to my heart and I am bringing them here in hopes that I can continue my desire to write without being judged or mistreated.
My muses are strong, independent females that I have crafted, and am looking forward to bringing them here to watch them grow. *I DON'T INVOLVE THEM IN SMUT OFF THE BAT. THERE HAS TO BE SOME SUBSTANCE AND CHEMISTRY, & IT WON'T HAPPEN RIGHT AWAY*
There will be an assassin and an adventurous gal who just so happens to love surviving and exploring.
~~Inbox is for OOC 97% of the time. If for some reason someone I may write with does not feel comfortable out on open blogs or comments, we can discuss, but Inbox is for plotting and OOC.
If we are plotting or creating and we come to a crossroads, we can be adults and either discuss or just part with no ill will.
I do have a Discord (will give if we agree to plot) where plotting and OOC can happen.
Communication is key.
I love to rp and create with amazing humans. I come here to escape and unwind. This is a hobby, not a jobby, and RL always comes first.
*Please be don't petty, make assumptions, or pass judgment*
*I'VE MADE PEACE WITH MY DEMONS, LAID THEM TO REST. PEACE, LOVE, & LIGHT REIGN*
//Real talk, if things don't vibe, it's all gravy! Causing a Commotion is NOT what this is about. Keep on Creatin'! //
Atlas peered off to the dirt path and followed it all the way to the little village one mile south of the two. His eyes stilled on the shadows and silhouettes produced by the meekly constructed wooden houses, brows furrowing together, the lines of his face crinkling together as he succumbed to a stream of thought. "They...never expect my strength."
As if satisfied with his own response, the stone expression weighing him down where he stood softened. The Titan allowed himself to divert his attention back to Antheia. "Who are you? I've never met another of our kind, beyond my brother, that enjoys walking among them. I...haven't met another Titan in years."
Atlas turned his head back, trying to ascertain whether any man or woman could eavesdrop on their conversation. Some were aware that gods walked the earth. Yet, mankind was still in its infant stages, and knowledge was limited. When it was clear no one else was within hearing range he finally answered.
"Aye," he mirrored back. "I am." Iapetus, Atla's father, was one of the first sons of Uranus; but as one of the first, it was hard to forget Uranus' castration and the start of Kronos' madness. It was a decision made with delicate consideration to distance his family away from the other Titans. Atlas still did not know many others outside of his brood. "I'm traveling in search of where I might establish dominion."
He could tell immediately she was not a mortal in the way she regarded him. Humans, bless them, still tended to be curt, careless in their actions. Only the ones from the beginning of time bothered to stay longer than a minute, learned to dither here and there. "Hello," he whisper in a baritone gruff. "Are you one of Gaea's other descendants?"
Ancient eyes stilled, appraising the young-looking woman brazenly moving nearer and nearer. It was still early to tell whether this was a friend or foe; if the stranger had business with him or was a passing traveler. So, Atlas said nothing in the beginning. He nodded once, gaze lingering, hands continuing their work.
look, this is a first sending these out and we're friends so... 😎 keep being cool, alright?
remember when i owed you a starter from 700 years, 10 months, 7 days (samara whisper) and 33 seconds? Pepperidge Farm remembers... i also remembered. i will have to send you a personal apology (i plan on it) for the time it's taken me to get to you. you are far from forgotten. you matter dearly. have a wonderful valentine's day. i hope you're able to eat all of the great candy that spawns. like that really chalky heart one but no one remembers the actual flavor. or some strawberries. those are great.
Alexandria could feel the heat of his gaze upon her as she carefully looked over the parchment currently in her hand, her cerulean orbs went wide as her pupils dilated. She held up the parchment noticing some rather strange markings on it, underneath the words, sort of like a watermark.
Setting it down, calmly she looked up at Elliott, his handsome features mixed with trepidation, eagerness, and pain. As her lips parted to speak her iPhone rang, startling her ever so slightly. "Excuse me, I must answer," her French accent thick, "Oui Papa."
"I," she paused to let him finish as she gave her guest a smile. "Are you quite done, Papa? Travis and Gideon are outside the doors and I can see Lancaster at the bottom of the master staircase." She looked towards the monitors to her left. "My guest hasn't posed any problem, he has brought something to me that is rather interesting. I regret to say that I would like for the museum to stay closed for the next few hours. We can reopen some of the rare exhibits for our guests for dinner and a tour."
A smile claimed her visage as they went through their pleasantries and she ended the call. "Please excuse my Papa, he is very protective of me, just making sure that I am in no danger. It looks like you have piqued my interests and you may actually have something of great importance. I hope you do not have any pressing plans for the next few hours Elliott. I would like to take these down to the lab where we can do carbon dating, and use the program we have to separate the words on the parchment from the actual treasure that your father has been holding onto for quite some time." She smiled at him as the excitement started to show on her face.
Elliott watched her careful procedure with the documents. She moved them about cautiously. Her hands at one point sliding into gloves before further inspection. His eyes hadn't planned on it, but a bright flourescent light kicked on over head, flooding the table in an artificial white light. It was very invasive, but that was its purpose. To fully illuminat an opject so no places would be hidden or in the dark at one point in time. It was powerful. They were used everywhere, hell at his basecamp he had multiple. Looking into her eyes he couldn't help but smile. 'Those thinks could shatter stone their so pretty' his mind thought before he focused it back onto the task at hand. "You and I along with my father will have been the only people. Up until roughtly three weeks ago I had no idea this paperwork existed. At all. I found it following a few breadtrails in my fathers old study. He had these hidden in his bookshelf in a hidden shelf in the bookshelf. It was simple yet magnificent at the same time. Much of what was locked in his fathers notes were jibberish. Completely off the rails scientific research for simple things such as geographic locations, some were even notes other explorers found. "What do you think ? Anything useful in the pile or did I make a fool of myself bringing us back here ?" he asked a little worried about deaths being added onto that pile of choises."Do you happen to know how long till we get a response ?" he asked looking at her.
While Elliot spoke, Alexandria listened as she rose from the chair near his and went back to her desk. Setting down her bottle of water, listened to him and watched his movements. There was an understandable nervousness about him, but once he started to speak about his father while she gently took the papers he held out for her to read and look at, she noticed that he still suffered the ache from losing his father. Fanning out the papers upon her desk, her gaze never left his; watching him walk over to her, her neck was craned as black-rimmed cerulean orbs peered up at him, she let her fingers splay across the materials he had just handed over for her inspection. Canting her head her lids narrowed as she slowly let her gaze travel down his form. He was built, athletic build...strong, yet there was a passion about him especially when he spoke of his father, and as she gasped, her eyes opened wide as her right hand slid a piece of paper aside. Fingertips of her left hand quickly pulled back as she turned her attention to the soft cream-colored parchment. Reaching into a drawer on her left, she pulled out a pair of dainty, thin custom made gloves, Using the foot peddle under her desk, she turned on a rather bright fluorescent light as she focused on the paper, "Elliott? How many people have handled this particular parchment?"
Elliott listened to her words and he quickly pulled the manilla folder he had up. "I apologize for that by the way. I knew there was a chance i could be followed or tracked but I underestimated how fast they would be here." he said as he nervously rubbed at the back of his neck. Snapping out of his 'woe is me' moment he pulled open the file and flipped through several of the pages. Pulling out all but two pages, he handed the rest across the desk to Alexandria, his eyes not leaving hers as he did. "Most of his research was unfortunately lost, but I had a few things he left behind to me. Thankfully he was a smart man and knew his employers...methods well." he said as the memory of what took place flashed through his mind, 'not now ' he thought, refocusing his gaze on Alexandria as he did. Her eyes, something in them caught his attention, they shone with such a beautiful shade of blue but also had the sharpness to them, she was very analytical. He could see it in how she gauged him, if she was hesitant on anything her body language didn't show it. Setting the water bottle down from his lap he stood from the chair, walking over to her desk and motioning to some of the pages. 'I believe my dad found information pertaining to Paititis whereabouts. He didn't have a golden egg, but it was something I feel went overlooked by a large amount of people." he said with a concentrated tone.
Alexandria sat back in the chair, finally twisted the cap off her water bottle, and took down a few gulps. Licking her lips once finished, she capped the bottle, nodded her head twice, and gave him a smile. "I like your spirit, Elliott. If you're anything like your father, this could be one hell of an adventure." The San Maroney family was well known, and of course, they went about their business just like the mob was run for generations, but there were other families out there that didn't need to operate like barbarians. Alexandria's family wasn't clean as a whistle, and she herself had done some things that weren't going to get her a pass into heaven, but nothing compared to what the San Maroney family or even her father was responsible for. "So you're the reason the San Maroney goons decided to take a tour of my family's museum today?" She gave him a wink, her French accent thicker than normal. " So, tell me, what happened to all your father's research? Did he keep journals? Just how close did he come to finding Paititi, from the size of the infestation, I'd say you are already in possession of something Don San Maroney thinks is valuable." She took off the cap of the bottle once more, lifting it to her lips then pausing, "Oh, and make no mistake Elliott, my family acquired most of the pieces in San Maroney's collection." Winking at him she took notice of his handsome features, but what really caught her attention was his dedication and respect for his father. Taking another drink, she waited for him to begin.