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.
Thinking about how cool that DND quiz was and how I looked into the types of species/classes and ended up getting really interested. I still know nothing about how to play DND but I'm considering adding some of its elements to Mantis' RPG AU 🤔 Do you need to know how to actually play DND to do so? Can you just pick up its lore and run with it? I can easily see Mantis being a Druid (Circle of Stars) or a Cleric (Peace Domain) but I don't know if it would make sense to use it solely for writing here. Again if I had to play the actual game I would be lost af but all the worldbuilding of it tickles my brain! I love categories and profiling systems and lore!!!
Serene. The word brings back a memory that lingers around Nova like a fuzzy blanket. She is minutely held paralyzed by it, unable to move from its hold until it's acknowledged in some shape or form. Deadly comes to mind too, a haunting feeling of such loneliness it holds her hostage.
"I felt serene once...I believe it was before I hatched." The timeline was difficult to parse through, for it had been so...chaotic and frightening. "Both times, I suppose...the first and the second. But the second isn't...natural to our life cycle." She feels strange, an out of body experience like this, talking about it. Eyes drift back down to the flower, seeking comfort in the spirals and pattern of colors, all written in the genetic code of the flora.
Creation of the small bouquet catches her attention next and holds it, listening to Mantis again and allowing something like familiarity to wash over her from the memory. "I feel as if I offer nothing here. Almost as if...I am nothing." This was not meant to be overly sad or disheartening, but merely a statement of feeling. "What flower's offering speaks most to you?"
Nova's words are so earnest, so devastatingly sincere, that something in her chest tugs. The empath shakes her head, tears threatening to fill her eyes, and she busies herself adjusting the flowers she has picked moments ago, before she offers the full bouquet to the woman, each petal bright and impossibly soft.
"Do not say that." Her tone is firm, unwavering, as if the truth in her words is too heavy for her tongue, as if that can do a thing to chase away Nova's doubts. "Do not say that you are nothing. That is not true, Nova." With another shake of her head, Mantis slowly reaches to wrap a gentle arm around her friend's shoulders.
"I believe all flowers are important, though I am particularly fond of those that represent simplicity such as daisies, or those named after celestial bodies, such as sunflowers and moonflowers." A pause, before she finally adds: "If I had to choose, however, I would say the orchid because it has a connection to the animal I am named after. Have you ever heard of the orchid mantis?"
"Wonderful," Maggie said, Tyson kissing Mantis in return in the same way. "Sounds like a good plan."
Maggie went to help Tyson with the sauce, hoping to finally get an idea on how he made it so well as Daniel pulled the freezer bags full of saved meat from within. "So, Mantis, how did you and Tyson meet? Are you a...how did that fella put it...'friend from work'?"
The question, and the choice of words, drew a giggle from the empath, though she answered with a shake of her head as she helped Daniel with the bags.
"Not exactly. I needed help with one of Groot's video games. Groot is a friend, by the way, and... he was playing constantly," she explained. "I found Tyson's lab and asked him to make the game a little more boring with the hopes that Groot would not strain his eyes. After Tyson's shift was over, we had lunch together and that is how I found out about empanadas."
"I have my methods," she said enigmatically, a giggle slipping out. A lithe arm moved to wrap around Nebula's strong shoulders, and Mantis nuzzled the side of her girlfriend's face. "Nebbie, you are so pretty... It's not fair! It's not fair how much I want to kiss your face... even when we argue... I want to kiss your pretty face always."
The empath was rambling, but she was too in love to care. And too tipsy, too.
