mantcdea: indie multimuse centered around MANTIS of the MCU with influences from the games, comics and my own original lore. Formerly celestialmantdonna. Foretold by Mint (27, any pronouns, very problematic).
A study in: empathy as strength, hope being the only thing stronger than fear, healing hands, starlight coursing through veins, the madness of the oracle, rewriting the prophecy, compassion, and chosen family.
Rules and guidelines below the cut; read before interacting & thank you in advance for reading them!
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✦ Mint's to-do list.
01: I don't write with muns under the age of 18, or ideally 20. If I can't find your age on your blog, I'll assume you're under 20 and I won't write with you.
02: Don't reblog threads you are not involved in. Don't use me as a resource blog (only exception is if the original blog no longer exists). Try not to reblog memes from me, but if you do please send me. I am multi-verse, multi-ship. OC & crossover friendly.
03: No godmodding unless it's minor.
04: I like shipping but no forcing ships and no saying our muses have a child without discussing it prior. Mantis is single by default. Don't assume she's dating your muse in threads I have with other people. Platonic bonds are favored.
05: No drama. Outrage is addictive. If you're looking for that dopamine hit, look elsewhere. I treat fiction like fiction. If you can't handle it, block me. If you vague, block me. If you promote callout culture (over fictional writing), block me. Unless there is actual abuse involved, don't bother.
Some additional info:
Duplicates are welcome and encouraged. I've done a lot of worldbuilding for Mantis, her family and her planet, and I'll happily use it to write with your Mantis!
No, I'm not on Discord. Sorry!
I'm happy to have mains/affiliates, but no exclusives.
While I treat fiction like fiction, I choose what kind of fiction I create and I will not write S/A, in/cest, under/age or anything of the sort for my own comfort.
Smutty threads might be present on this blog, but it's not my goal when it comes to rp. After a while they tend to drag on and I end up bored. If you're looking for smutty rps, this blog isn't for you. If it does happen it will be tagged ns;fw.
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Sigyn smiles when the blanket is wrapped around her, but she immediately holds an arm out so that she can draw Mantis close to her side - wrapping them both in its warmth. Her friend's huge heart is one of her favourite things about her, but she knows all too well that sometimes it comes at the cost of taking care of herself.
"I've always been a light sleeper," She explains softly. "For... Various reasons. But sleepless nights are always better with company, I think. Can I ask what is on your mind?"
She doesn't fight Sigyn when she tucks the empath into the blanket, instead welcoming the shared warmth with a contented sigh. So the two stay there, resting in a protective cocoon of softness and companionship. Nothing can touch them in this moment. Even the chilly night air seems distant now, receding in the presence of the red-haired goddess. The question, however, gives Mantis pause.
"Nothing. Everything. I am not sure. I just know that when something in me feels heavy, the stars help. They always help." And something in her will never stop being heavy. Something in her will never loosen its grip. "I... I think I am scared. I am scared that at some point the stars will not be enough." She turns to look at Sigyn. Then, with pained sincerity, she adds, "I am scared of everything I have done. I'm scared of hurting those I love."
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The temperature in the Sanctum Sanctorum's grand foyer always drops by a few degrees when Stephen projects a map of the cosmos. It floats between him and Mantis as a shifting kaleidoscope of overlapping realities, some vibrant and golden while others ahow themselves fractured like cracked ice.
"Most people look at this and see chaos," Stephen says as he glances over at Mantis. "They think it's just a collection of alternate timelines where they made a different choice. But it's more like an infinite ocean of consciousness. Every ripple affects another."
He gestures toward a specific swirl of purple light that seems to pulse like a heartbeat.
"I can read the energy of it, but you...you feel things on a frequency most sorcerers spend lifetimes trying to tune into. When you look at this mess, Mantis, what does the multiverse actually feel like to you?"
The map provided by Stephen is lovely, beautiful beyond words, but Mantis does not need it to see the multiverse. (She can feel it pushing, pulling. Pushing against the edges of her skull, pulling her mind in a million different directions.) Hands clasped behind her back, the empath follows the slow rotation of purple with entranced eyes, knowing exactly what Stephen is going to say.
What does it feel like to her? Mantis snorts, silence stretching as she considers her answer. Some days it's like cold water slowly dripping onto her scalp, that subtle yet persistent form of torture sending more fragile minds into madness. Some days it's like a riptide, currents pulling her underwater with all the force of the unknown. It should be terrifying. Still, it almost feels like a waterpark, at least to her. She is staying light-hearted, she is having fun. It is the only thing the multiverse can't take from her.
"It feels like a cowbell being played right next to you, shattering your eardrums and still you find yourself dancing along. It is like trying to hear through the ringing in your ears, like trying to solve one riddle after another. It feels like knowing everything there is to know, yet still having more questions than answers, somehow."
She finally tears her gaze away from the map, and her eyes flick to his face with a twitch of antennae.
"You've seen it too, haven't you?" Mantis asks, voice soft, almost careful. "You've seen things that no one should see. Things that settle in your mind, that haunt you in your sleep." Her head tilts, eyes wide and eerie. "You ask what it feels like, but I have other questions. When will the next threat reach this universe? How many of us are already dead? What happens next, Doctor Weird?"
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romanticize un-illuminated brown and black eyes. romanticize the way dark eyes look without being blinded by flash. romanticize brown eyes that don’t have streaks of gold and yellow. romanticize black eyes that are so raven it’s hard to distinguish where the iris is. the depth of your dark eyes is enchanting. brown and black eyes draw you in, wrap you up, and leave you wanting more. fall in love with them.
"Madness isn't always a bad thing..." To lose one's self in something like this? Ava would give up her years with SHIELD if she knew this kind of feeling was possible in her life.
"What if I gift it to you? My mind. Would you care for it in my stead?" Then perhaps she wouldn't have to deal with those spontaneous bouts of negative thoughts that sapped her of her energy and left her feeling empty. If she could give her brain to someone else for a time while she drowned herself in the ocean of joy offered to her, she would take it in a heartbeat.
The empath froze. She wanted to believe that Ava's words were playful, meant as a joke and nothing more, but they landed honest, true and earnest in a way that ruled out all doubt. She was serious. Mantis' heart stuttered, restless. Her eyes widened.
"Gift it?" Mantis echoed, voice small with disbelief. "Ava, you- you don't understand how gifts work. That is not how gifts work. Your mind is not something to give away. It is a part of you." Her hands fell to her sides, a faint frown appearing on her face. "And if you think I would want you without it, then you don't understand me at all."
