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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Watched The Loooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggggg Walk expecting another scary story from the King of Horror and instead I was met with one of the saddest, bleakest, most depressing movies I have watched in my 27 years on this Earth 😀 I haven't cried this hard since November iykyk.
↳ in the profound darkness of certain nights i have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens (antoine de saint-exupery)
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There were some that may call the little shark dramatic because he could be. He had a temper too, but that was not the point. He cared deeply for his friends and to him Mantis was his friend.
He looked up at her when she set him back down. A noise almost like a hum from the shark. Jeff was a bit of a bottomless pit, but that could be from the fact he'd eaten those glowing stones. Jeff could eat just about anything. It was hard to communicate, but Jeff pointed down the street and started down it. He thought of something that Mantis would like.
The empath knew the sweet shark cared about his friends, and it only made Jeff even more adorable to her. She would treat him to some food, and hopefully no threats would arise. It would be nice to have lunch without worrying about the next fight.
Her smile widened when her little friend began walking, and Mantis happily followed. "Very well, you decide! I trust you," she chirped with a soft giggle. "The truth is that I'm also a little hungry," she admitted.
"I don't deserve a lot of things, but life has a way of not caring. So why give it the chance to choose the narrative for me when I can do it myself?" Shuri pulled some of her shirt out of the way so that the woman could have better access to cleaning her shoulder.
"It does if it burns down Wakanda's enemies with me. What my home chooses to do with their rule after I leave is no longer my concern. But what they can't say is that I didn't do everything I could to keep them safe. That I wasn't the blade they needed to stop people from taking what doesn't belong to them." Her brother had proved that playing nice only went so far, because bending one's knee and lowering your head only made it easier for one's enemies to cut it off. Fire with fire. She would be just as ruthless as they were if need be, to prove to the world that Wakanda could survive without it.
"... why do you concern yourself so much with my well-being? Are you hoping to sway me to your way of thinking?"
So Shuri had internalized it, then. She had internalized the notion that she had to hurt herself, because the world had hurt her. She'd endured loss after loss, so she chose to push everyone else away. She could not lose anyone if no one was there. As much as Mantis wished that the Queen would lean on others and give herself a break, she didn't expect Shuri to listen. Truth be told, she didn't expect anyone to listen to her. Except maybe the Guardians, and even they could be stubborn at times.
"No. I am not hoping to do anything." Her reply was terse, yet her hands remained gentle as she wiped away the blood. Mantis shook her head, almost to herself. "You ask why, but I ask why not. You've given me no reason to stop caring about you. Even though you've said hurtful things to me, I know sometimes people say things they don't mean." Especially when they grieve, she thought, but she kept that to herself.
Even though she understood Shuri's perspective, Mantis' opinions aligned more with those of T'Challa. The belief that the wise built bridges, while the foolish built barriers. Shuri was fiercely protective of Wakanda, and rightfully so, but promoting understanding didn't mean letting others take what didn't belong to them. One could advocate for peace and still set boundaries.
"I just do not want you to hurt yourself. I don't want that for you. No one wants that for you. You have people around you, Shuri. You still have family, friends, you have a community. You carry the weight of Wakanda on your shoulders and you refuse to let others carry it with you. Don't you understand that it is too much?" The empath grabbed another cloth. "No one should carry that much weight alone."
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That's one of the more significant reasons why he tends to avoid the little bug--he knows that she can feel him, and he cannot stand it. To be seen from the inside out is bad enough, but to have it done be done without his permission is unacceptable. But still she comes to him, and still he allows her to convince him to talk, to go to this festival. He does not know why.
But here he is. And, really, it's not terrible. The stalls are selling fascinating goods, though he is almost hesitant to purchase anything. Why? Because it might show some weakness? That Loki is a person, capable of want? Of course he wants. All he has ever done is want. He does eye a few things, though. The craftsmanship for some of the items is remarkable. He's not surprised that the blade Mantis gifted him came from here.
And he is tired. He is so, terribly tired. But that does not matter now. Now he's here. A tourist. How quaint. And at a celebration of freedom, no less. Ironic, too. Tiny people and their tiny celebrations. He wonders if the people of Earth celebrate his defeat.
"Asgardian celebrations aren't considered a success until blood is spilled." Not a slight on these people. If anything, a slight on the people he once thought his own. He eyes a stall, considering her question. "If one catches my attention." Really, the answer is yes, but he won't do it just to do it. A blade must not only be aesthetically pleasing, but functional. As stylish as it is lethal. He'll see what he finds.
She wonders the same thing. Loki dislikes many things about her, so she does not understand why he joins her, why he offers less resistance than one might expect. Mantis doesn't dwell on that, though. The festival claims her full attention, all bright colors and folk melodies. She feels the energy as if it were a river following its course, pulling her toward each little stall, each gleaming blade, each traditional garment. There is so much to see.
At the mention of spilling blood, Mantis slows down, eyes wide. That sounds painful — even though she understands why tradition matters. Still, a smile takes over her expression once again, polite and warm.
"I might get one as well. Or two." Mantis lifts the small bag of pastries she bought moments ago, letting Loki reach and take one if he wants. "We need to take a look at the book stalls later. They sell old, fascinating tomes." If she is not wrong, Loki likes to read. Perhaps he'll find a good book if he can't find a blade. She takes another pastry, devouring it in one bite. "...And I believe we will need more snacks."
She waves at a vendor, recognizing him from last year's festival. Despite how crowded the marketplace is, she still remembers faces, voices, energies, she remembers how kind and welcoming everyone was. There is much to celebrate, and Mantis wants to celebrate with them.
this is a reminder that i literally do not care if you reply in five minutes, five months, five years. still owe me something and want to start something new? go for it. still owe me something and want to answer memes or send memes instead? go for it. just not jiving with it and want to do something with a different character? go for it. need to disappear into the wilderness and scream at the sky for a few years? no problem. you take any and all the time you need. this is a hobby, it is for fun, it should not ever cause you stress. you do what you want to do when you want to do it. i will never be mad bc you drop something or it takes a year for you to answer it. this is a collaborative hobby that we do for enjoyment and if it isn’t fun, if it isn’t sparking joy, do something else. you take care of you.
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