ᵀ̵ᴴ̵ᴱ̵ 𝒞elestial 𝕸𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 ⋆

[celestiulmadonna]

what if day wrote mantis again. but the portrayal was based on just a single four issue comic, annihilation: conquest – starlord (2007), some loose headcanons, and nothing else. rules + info.

[causedavalanche]

i have complete faith in you. ― @celestiulmadonna.

IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD, THE WAY MANTIS SAYS IT. like it's less encouragement than fact, as if she had plucked the uncertainty right out of skye's brain and tried to replace it with a future only she knew. as far as skye can tell, that might be exactly what she did. and if that's the case -- well, she has the grace to look a little sheepish at the prospect of someone poking around in her head. yikes.

❝ ... right, thanks. sorry. ❞ mouth crooks into something meek. her hands are still trembling and it has nothing and everything to do with the aftershocks rippling through her bones, the rumbling of the ship underneath her feet, pulsing in her head, loud enough that it overtakes her own heartbeat. FOCUS, SKYE. TAKE A SINGLE POINT AND LET EVERYTHING ELSE FADE AWAY. for some reason, she doesn't like the idea of mantis hearing melinda may's voice from her subconscious, and her gaze averts as she shoos it away swiftly. her lips press thinner, hands balling into tight fists that swing awkwardly at her sides. ❝ it's just ... my first official space mission, and all that. ❞ not like she had much of a choice in assignment ( imagine air quotes ), but she'll digress.

[celestiulmadonna]

If Mantis were the expressive type, she might've given herself away with a twitch of her lip, or the quirk of an eyebrow. As it is, she lets Skye's apprehension roll off her without a hint of a response. It's all old hat now. The unease, the uncertainty, not to mention the nerves—which has less to do with Mantis herself than the situation at hand.

“This one has no need for thanks.” It was only the truth. Only the best words to say to ensure success. “Failure is unlikely,” Mantis informs her, though her tone remains consistently flat. If it's meant to be comforting, she's not making it clear enough.

She glances at her company, trying to remember if she'd ever been this... unsettled. “Chin up,” she finds herself saying. An earthly form of encouragement. In these moments, she always tends to skew towards her Terran upbringing. Or what little of the Terran experience she managed to wring out of her isolation, anyhow.

[astrophager]

this one likes it in here. i'm not sure where that thought came from, don't understand my own reasoning until my brain catches up to its strange resonation, to her voice scratching in my head versus her lips not moving. holy fucking shit.

it would be eternally creepy and disturbing if her amusement hadn't matched his shock, a slack jaw slowly becoming a huff of a laugh, amazement drawing an upward curve on his mouth that stays. she moves on too quickly from something he is still in awe at, more impressive than any houdini on earth could muster up. yours are kaleidoscopic. it sounds complicated, perhaps convoluted by the whir of thoughts he has constantly stumbling atop one another, not quite solidified and eternally vivid. it makes a strange sort of sense, though he knows not whether to take it as insult or compliment. it just is.

ryland's head tilts at the notion of what she is meant for, what that means in the grand scheme of purpose and fate, concepts he is so at odds with. her last sentence rings true, however, a bell that sounds too clearly for his liking. ❛ what, no other options on the table ? no detours ? ❜ he jests because it is where he is most comfortable, but it is full of genuity : there is a strange sort of ease that presents itself, that of knowing she'll understand his meaning if only because she can reach in and grasp it for herself. ❛ i didn't ask to go to space, but . . . it came with its fair share of silver linings. ❜

or green ones. a lame play on words i'd keep to myself if, well, if that was an option. i might as well say hi while i'm in here. so hi, if you're listening !

[celestiulmadonna]

His thoughts dance along the boundaries of her consciousness, every once in a while reaching out with a curious, inquisitive touch, like he's got too much to fit into his head. Mantis laughs a little at the unified clarity of his thoughts for a moment, the way they react to her presence.

Some minds are nicer than others. Like she said, she likes it in here.

“It's all a detour. Until you realise one day you're exactly where you're supposed to be.” Mantis has been there, and the Celestial Madonna has seen where she'll go next. She knows a thing or two about a detour. And she knows more than a thing or two about a conclusion.

“You didn't ask, but the stars did. And you answered.” There's nothing harder to deny than the call of the cosmos. She would know.

There's not much of an outward response to his little joke, but Mantis, just like everyone else, is freer with her thoughts than her words or actions. He thinks hi, and her response: ‘This one is always listening.’ Her amusement projects across the link between their consciousness. ‘You're...’

“...Something of a silver-wheat lining, yourself.” Though she can communicate well enough with just thought, she enjoys conversation the old fashioned way nonetheless. “A rare surprise. This one doesn't get those often.”

[celestiulmadonna]

one should never go back.... one should always move forward....

mantis, reinterpreted by day.

[celestiulmadonna]

it's not exactly body horror but there iiiis something scary about mantis being raised essentially brainwashed, and then having her body (amongst other things that make her her) changed so that she'd be better equipped to bear the cotati their magical plant baby.

i think she does overall see the changes as a win (they gave her all her powers + she just chose not to give birth to the baby in the end anyway), and more than that simply an inevitability & therefore not worth stressing about, but sometimes she does wonder if they actually took more than they gave her

[astrophager]

he is trying to be respectful about his fascination, but that science - fuelled itch twinkles in his eyes regardless of the relaxedly pensive posture he forces. when she points at her antennae, he grasps the air close to his chest involuntarily, as if fingertips yearned to reach out to touch one but his forearm remains firmly tucked into himself. she's not a specimen : rocky was never an experiment to him, and he has far less humanoid features to work with. mantis puts almost a decade of his publications into a new light, so excuse him if he's a little in awe.

❛ those . . . ? oh. ❜ his belief never comes to fruition, feeling a little gullible and unnerved. ryland is the first to welcome a joke but its deliverance is . . . unusual. ❛ well, this one's mind must be a strange place to be able to skip into. so — sorry about that. ❜ there's a little unease to the idea, of course, but curiosity far surpasses nerves in a race to reach his brain first.

i wonder how fluently it translates. if it's a conscious effort, or more of an unwelcome whisper. if it comes across verbatim, or blacks in and out like radio static. if it comes with pictures. so what are the antennae for ? i wonder if she can hear all this right now, and clam up as i look back to her, offering a weak grin.

❛ you ever get into interrogation ? you'd save 'em a heck of a lot of time. ❜

[celestiulmadonna]

His thoughts amuse, as does the rest of him. Namely the expressive face, and the glasses. She can't put her finger on why, but she decides she quite likes the glasses.

“No need to apologise,” she reassures out loud. Then, just to catch him by surprise, or to watch him squirm a little, she tosses her next words directly into the mind. From hers to his: ‘This one likes it in here.’ This time, she doesn't forget to smile, something almost like a laugh perched on the edge of her lips.

Mantis has never made it a habit of hers to explain herself, much less the reality of her gifts and how they work. Not out of any true need for secrecy, merely that she finds it hard to put it in a way anybody could fully understand. “Minds are like snowflakes. Each one unique. The thoughts come to me in all forms.” Neither a gift nor a curse, in truth. It just is. How every living thing breathes, so too shall the Celestial Madonna see. There is no welcome or unwelcome. Liking or disliking. It just is. “Yours are... kaleidoscopic.” Fractured little pieces of thought fighting to put together one big picture. A mess of colours and light.

She takes from him the image of a small room. A table. Cold, metal chairs. Pressure in the air. “This one is meant for other, more physical things.” Battlefields that call for the presence of the Madonna, though she never delights in the violence. “Some fates, whether chosen by you or for you, are inescapable.”

[celestiulmadonna]

The cosmos likes to dole out surprises like little treats. A rare enough occurrence that every time it happens, Mantis finds herself licking her teeth in anticipation of the next one—only to find herself disappointed when none come.

Ryland, she's beginning to suspect, is one of those rare surprises.

@astrophager: “How do you do that? Say out loud what I’m thinking?”

The mind is only another mouth. Not that she ever tells anybody that. She's yet to meet anyone who'd like to hear it. “These.” She points to her antennae, sitting still atop her head. “They catch everything.” Thoughts. Feelings. Snippets of the future. “Just kidding.” The joke comes out flat, with all the deadpan delivery of someone making a rather bored observation. Mantis forgets to accompany it with a smile, or a laugh.

“The gifts this one has been given can be... burdensome.” She shrugs, just to test out how it feels. Rarely does she make gestures to convey uncertainty. Rarely does she make any gesture at all that she doesn't need to. “But they are useful. Especially with the tight-lipped. And the stubborn.”

[celestiulmadonna]

Her company grows stranger and more unlikely by the day.

@embodies: “Told you I'd survive.”

Unexpectedly enduring, too.

“This one had doubts.” They're not usually unfounded. But some people get tricky about their fates. Or fate gets tricky around them. “Your tenacity for surviving the impossible is... admirable, Faith.” Mantis hasn't yet learned defiance on that scale. Even after rejecting the priests, turning against the path they laid out for her, it feels as if she's still drifting by, caught up in the whims of the stars. But there is a difference between surrendering to it willingly and having it forced upon oneself, she understands that now.

“You defy all odds. All probability.” A frown has worked its way onto her face, despite her typical lack of anything of the sort. “It's starting to give me a headache.”

[dailygotg]

MANTIS IN SHE-HULK: COSMIC COLLISION

[antystar]

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[celestiulmadonna]

so gotg 2008 on the whole isn't really canon for me (i'm still pissed they relegated mantis to team therapist, and softened her in general like noooooo i do not think mantis would cry over the team falling apart, or be surprised and hurt when told that she makes people uncomfortable but anyway-) but they did get right the fact that she would tamper with everyone's thoughts to get them to agree to joining/forming the guardians. means and ends and all that. for the greater good and all that. the guardians themselves are inevitable, how they get there is of no consequence to her.

and yeeees that's shitty, and despite her stoic and generally emotionless disposition, she does feel bad about it. just not enough to not do it, or regret that she did it lol. but i think people would find it easier to be angry at peter over this, even though mantis was sorta equally culpable (if not more, given that she was the one actively manipulating their minds, even if it was on peter's direction/suggestion), because it would just... be a lot more obvious that peter feels guilty about it. mantis on the other hand, rarely emotes, and will take whatever u want to throw at her without giving u much of a reaction. this is mostly because she knows she deserves it but from an outside perspective probably just looks like she doesn't gaf (though that also isn't entirely wrong :p).

i do just think this matters so little to her in the grand scheme of things (because she thinks big picture often. kinda always). which is pretty terrible but well... she is who she is :DDD. might be because she's felt what everyone else has been feeling her whole life that she's kinda numb to it now? imagine being an empath but u feel so much u just end up growing numb to it all. something to think ab.......

[celestiulmadonna]

i do tend to default to just earthly shenanigans but if u'd be open to doing space stuff w/ mantis pls lmk<3 🪐🧑‍🚀⭐️🛸👽🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

[celestiulmadonna]

hiii if you haven't yet you should send me some prompts >:3 but also if none of those click, you can like this post and i'll send you some prompts!!

[celestiulmadonna]

Mantis' eyes are never really closed. The stars always have something to say, something to show her.

But today there is silence. An absence, a void. The future is closed off and Mantis is left with the unpleasant sensation of having to wait. How human, how normal, like an old habit one would've thought they'd long grown out of.

She hasn't looked back in so long, so wrapped up in visions of tomorrow. Perhaps it would do her some good to remember that before she'd been touched by the stars, she was raised here on Earth.

@serendpitous: “I don’t like you nervous. It’s unsettling.”

Lois is Earthly in her speech, in her thoughts. Mantis thinks of Vietnam. Thinks of the sun. Thinks of how quiet it is in her head when it is just her and Lois' thoughts alone. “You don't like a lot of things, Lois Lane. But there is no need to worry. Yet. A silent universe can mean many things.” She presses a fingertip to her temple, as if the touch can alleviate the silence, can bring the galaxy back into her head. “Peace.” She still can't feel the threads of time, of what lies ahead. “Or else an approaching storm.”

She looks at Lois. And smiles.

[celestiulmadonna]

The mind is like a net, typically. Loose thoughts caught in holes, for Mantis to pick up on later. The Batman's head feels like a net trying to pretend it's a puzzle. Or a hallway. With doors. And locks.

@craveheart: “It’s hard to recognize hope, even when it’s right in front of us.”

Words never come across the same in thought as they do in sound. Out of the mouth it's always a fraction too honest, or not nearly enough. “We both work just fine without it.” Bug has accused her, on occasion, of having too much head and not enough heart. Mantis has never argued otherwise. The price, she suspects, for knowing everyone and everything else, is a lack of clarity of the self. The Celestial Madonna is a mystery to everyone, even herself.

“For them, you are the hope.” A symbol in the sky. A flash in the dark. “This one has faith in the cosmos. Hope is not needed.”

Hope in all its feathered, flimsy fragility. Beautiful, Mantis supposes. But she sees too much to rely on it.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 22

this isn’t who you are.

it’s hard to recognize hope, even when it’s right in front of us.

sounds like a terrible idea. i’m in. 

you, like, awakened something in me.

that girl’s like hanging out with a funeral.

places are easy to leave. it’s the people that are hard to leave behind.

i won’t prove them right. i won’t be the monster they think i am.

it feels like you’re kind of out of sync in your life.

it’s mushy, i don’t like it.

does anyone think about me as much as i think about them?

i know i feel too much. but isn’t that good, too? because i would do anything for the people that i love.

told you i’d survive.

love is a lot of things. safe isn’t one of them.

indifference is the best revenge.

sometimes i come here to cry.

maybe next time you just need to kiss someone who wants to kiss you back.

what if all your dreams come true and it’s still not enough?

god, i love the smell of air conditioning.

i wish i was like you. i wish i could just be a stone cold bitch and not care.

i matter. i should matter to you.

i didn’t make you anything that wasn’t in there already.

don’t you see? this is life or death.

you make my life worse. you make me worse. you’re the thing that i do when i want to hate myself.

all you do is lie to me.

this is why you broke up with me. i’m a crazy person.

once someone leaves, that’s it. that’s who they are.

not many people wanna be my friend right now. i’m not very popular.

i don’t know who i am without you. you changed my life, my life became about you.

i’m strong. i’ve had to get really strong.

kinda nice to know there’s a little bit of crazy going on around here that doesn’t involve us.

that’s what us lesbians do. we just stare at each other and nothing ever happens and we think about it forever.

i do not trust happiness. 

you know, i’ve been pretty independent my whole life.

you’re not the one i need to hear ‘sorry’ from.

it’s okay to fall apart a little.

your feelings can be a lot sometimes.

you are giving me panic attacks. what are you still doing here?

i could use a break from keeping you alive.

we are some shitty best friends.

you turn the page, and you don’t look back. you do better today than you did yesterday.

do you think we’ll ever be able to trust each other again?

i was the original leaver. i just came back.

he makes you feel bad about yourself, why would you spend any time with him?

the only person who doesn’t know how beautiful you are is you.

you know how i can come across as a weird asshole sometimes?

you’ve become more questions than answers for me.

you are the calmest thing i know.

why don’t you want happiness?

i’m your only friend.

you know, it just feels like we should be fucking.

also, you look really hot, by the way. 

you just seem so unapologetically you. like, in every way. where does that come from?

when i’m with you, i don’t feel sick to my stomach.

how do you do that? say out loud what i’m thinking? 

don’t ruin your life by being passive aggressive.

it’s like you’re lost.

you can’t rewrite the past.

i’m not happy here. and i don’t think you are, either.

now that i’ve met you, now that i know what it feels like to be in love with you, i cannot see spending the rest of my life with anyone else.

what do you do except follow me around?

you’re just drunk and you’re trying to hurt my feelings.

i always felt like nothing.

who needs food when you have love, right?

do you have any idea what it feels like to be in pain all day?

you’re clinging to me to make yourself feel better.

because of you, i finally know what it’s like to really want something, but it can’t just be you.

if we don’t break up now, i will continue to make you my whole world.

you better make us breaking up worth it. if you’re not gonna fight for us, at least fight for you.

if it weren’t for you, i’d still be locked in a life that wasn’t mine.

maybe we’ll be ready for each other in 10 years. 

next time you see me, it won’t be as friends.

you were hurting, and you lashed out, because that’s what you do.

i was so angry at you for leaving. i don’t want to feel like that anymore.

you want your revenge? or you want your people to live?

look at you. fighting is all you know.

i promise, i won’t slow you down. i’ll just keep you company.

you haven’t been happy about anything in a long time.

doing the right thing can kiss my ass.

nothing like a little pain to remind you you’re alive.

i didn’t bail on you. i came back.

i do hard things so you don’t have to. i know i’m a monster.

you turned me into the worst possible version of myself. 

the next time i see you, i’ll kill you. and that’s a promise.

i know you think you don’t deserve this, but you’re wrong.

i want you to get everything that you want.

i think i love you too. i tried to fight it. because, hello.

i thought about dying. like a lot. like, “okay, at least there’s that option.”

you overstep until people suffocate.

you are only ever going to hurt me.

you know who i am. i’m you. remember?

danger is supposed to come with warning signs.

i don’t like you nervous. it’s unsettling.

look, it’s you. it’s always gonna be you. and i know you love me too.

i know you better than anyone. you want all this, not me.

so that’s what we do now, we just run away when things get scary. 

i don’t wanna run anymore. i just wanna be okay.

[celestiulmadonna]

disclaimer: general rules apply. no minors, no bigots, no writers who partake in plots considered 'taboo'. not exactly plot oriented but certainly plot enthusiastic. this next part is important: i believe a little godmodding is appropriate sometimes to move a thread along, aaaand given the nature of mantis' character (being able to read thoughts + sense feelings), she's going to know a lot about your character without them having to say anything. which yes, could skirt into godmodding territory too, but i'll try to keep it to an acceptable level. if i ever overstep though, or if you'd just like me to tone it down with your muse(s) in particular, just lmk and i'll adjust<3

now, onto everything you need to know about mantis (the day remix)...

to start, her background:

*canon divergent in all the right places, according to me anyway

early years on earth: dropped on the doorstep of a temple where the priests of pama resided. trained in martial arts by said priests (along with the occasional wandering expert), taught what to expect of her future (saving the cotati from extinction and giving birth to the celestial messiah), then physically and mentally and metaphysically altered in anticipation of the fruition of that future (they turn her green, amongst other things). after she came of age the priests wiped her mind/all her memories and sent her off planet to gain life experience.

in space: went from planet to planet, without identity, only the word mantis in her mind. lived, laughed, loved but could not truly escape being the celestial madonna. the priests of pama were not the only ones who had need for the madonna. across the galaxies and universes, the name of the celestial madonna had been whispered among the stars; for so long that it took on its own life. people had need for a celestial madonna, but never the same one, never in the same way. it was never up to the priests of pama to decide which fate mantis would eventually succumb to.

on earth again: as if called back by some unseen hand, mantis found herself on earth again; meeting the swordsman, who eventually led her to the avengers. she assisted them for a while, before eventually being abducted by kang and revealed to everyone to be the celestial madonna. memories now returned because of the ordeal, mantis went back to the priests. but due to all her accumulated experience (and what she now knew of her own destinies), she rejected her fate of bearing a child for the cotati. the priests promised that even if not now, the time would come eventually for her to fulfil her role as they had foreseen. with those last, looming words, mantis fled to space once more.

back in space: aware of who she was, but still unsure and unconvinced of her place in the grand scheme of the universe, she continued to travel in search of her own definition to the celestial madonna. the answer remained ever elusive, until she encountered the kree on aladon prime and saw a glimpse of the future that would follow if she let them guide her. she went willingly. after her arrest, she met the star-lord, and saw behind him, a fate she finally thought worth fighting for.

basics:

name: mantis title: the celestial madonna age: probably around her late 20s/early 30s gender: cis woman [she/her] species: ? was human/terran but got some cotati upgrades so who's to say what she is exactly now sexuality: pansexual height: 5'6" appearance: ¹ green skin*. ² two antennae sticking out of her head. ³ straight, black hair. ⁴ black eyes family: gustav brandt [father], lụa lâm [mother]

*so the reason for the green skin, antennae, and most of the powers she has is that these were... 'boons' given to her by the cotati, all in an effort to ensure she'd be as best equipped as she could be to birth the miracle baby they want.

abilities:

telepathy: works with animals & plants too. offshoots of this ability include: telepathic communication (self explanatory) + mental resistance (immunity to (most types of) mental or metaphysical assault).

empathy: can sense the emotions of others (again including animals & plants), but cannot manipulate them.

pyrokinesis: this one's a little iffy. only manifests under extreme stress/duress.

precognition: limited and partially uncontrollable sight into the future.

enhanced durability.

self-healing.

cloaking: not exactly invisibility i don't think, or else they would've just called it that. it just cloaks her (and maybe max two other people) from being sensed, whether by heat or by scent or something else. works best with technology (going undetected by cameras, robots and the like).

cosmic awareness but different and also diluted: she's tapped into the stars. she's in tune with the galaxy. but not too much! and it's not exactly cosmic awareness but close enough that the difference doesn't really matter.

martial arts: specialises in precision nerve/pressure strikes from northern praying mantis style + leg grappling techniques from vovinam.

character:

mainly it's this:

but okay for starters, the way she's written in anconqstar is kinda contained to that comic only. every other iteration is always a little bit off to me (started off a gross fetishy stereotype in the 70s, and then every iteration after anconq seems to just have no idea what to do with her).

anyway, in this version, mantis knows.

can see the future (usually in random little spurts, but still), can read minds, can sense feelings. she is very much in the habit of just... knowing stuff. but more than that, as evidenced by the panel above, she learns. she reads. she's smart.

iirc the canon explanation was that either the priests of pama or the cotati (or both) gifted her with strong mental abilities + scientific knowledge. but given that she directly cites a census, and the fact that i've given her a period of travelling/wandering, i'm making it so that a big bulk of her knowledge was obtained during her extensive travels.

and why she likes to stay informed of everything has a lot to do with her previous uncertainty over her own fate/future. being raised in seclusion with no one's company but the priests, the priests who at every turn kept drilling into her mind that her only role was to give birth to the celestial messiah, left her essentially blind to and unaware of the world at large. absorbing all the knowledge she can now is essentially a response to the way she was raised, a rejection of the path they tried to force her down.

knowledge is power.

quite a few of the comics that come after this tend to soften mantis. make her more sympathetic towards others, more amiable, etc, which isn't inherently a bad thing, it might even be more accurate to her original 70s incarnation, but she's just... not like that in this run.

she's not confrontational or aggressive or even all that cold (though she does come off kind of mysterious slash enigmatic slash unknowable), but she's certainly not super mindful of how anyone thinks or feels, either.

she's actually a big fan of telling hard truths, saying things people absolutely do not want to hear, but probably need to.

and i am simply a big fan of mantis, the knower, knowing how everyone thinks and feels and just not giving a fuck. she knows, yes. she's aware. has the capacity to understand you fully with her telepathy+empathy, but does she have to do anything about it? does she have to care? no. she doesn't think so, anyway. (not friendly and not unfriendly but a secret third thing...)

she's just not the coddling type. not the type to walk on eggshells if someone's upset. and therefore not really the comforting type, either. not that she'd never try, but, you know... it's probably pretty hit or miss with her.

(i think in gotg 2008 they straight up made her like the team therapist.... took her off the field and made her manage everyone's mental and emotional health....... and i know that it makes sense with her powers, but i just simply do not believe she'd want to or care enough to do that 😭)

okayyy so this probably actually deserves its own separate post but since i'm already talking about mantis, might as well include this and make this bad boy even longer.

so i've made mantis' whole arc leading up to the events of anconqstar the discovery of her own agency. having her mind wiped and then her memory returned after a period of independence ended up putting a lot of things in a new perspective for her (to the detriment of the priests of pama, lol). in space mantis learns about freedom, about making her own choices, about what fate could mean if she decided to take it into her own hands.

she sacrificed her agency for so long, all in the name of a higher purpose. never questioned anything. never doubted anyone. but post space adventure she realises she has options. (mantis vs learning the concept of choices.) defying fate is itself a kind of fate (or that's how she sees it/justifies it anyway).

aaand in the end she chooses the guardians!! because she wants to. because she can.

the fun part is that it doesn't fully contradict her belief of having/serving a purpose. simplified, her purpose is essentially to help. to save. (even if it would've been indirectly through the birth of a baby saviour). and this is how she chooses to do it. she is still the celestial madonna, but she's also mantis. and you could've never had one without the other, she understands that now. so what mantis chooses, is too what the celestial madonna would choose. and if the celestial madonna chooses the guardians over some fuckass baby, then the stars simply have to listen, have to accept.

now, onto a slightly lighter note... the way mantis is perceived:

she's a loon<3 she's a nut<3

i really liked this spin giffen gave the celestial madonna. like it's this self imposed title she gave herself bc she's a little unhinged<3. delusions of grandeur. and well, the hinges probably are a little loose it's true, but it's also true that she knows things. she sees things. and even if she's not the celestial madonna the priests wanted, she still is.

i think this is the way everyone would react the first time they meet mantis. like, oh... she's kinda weird... kinda off putting. she calls herself the celestial madonna and she's pretty bad at small talk and she seems to know everything.

buuuuut she can also be funny sometimes :3

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