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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(Update Jul. 2026: mun is in music school, activity will be a wildcard as I spend my free time there. Might post nothing for days or might consistently reply to lots of stuff. In any case I still want to write with you all!)
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.
"You got it, love," he said, searching out her favorite soda he'd purchased for her whenever she visited. He grabbed a glass of his premade summer beverage of choice: homemade Ecto Cooler. A true staple of childhood, it was an orange and lemon based drink that was green.
He sat down beside her after putting in the disc for the movie. "Let's begin, won't we?"
"Thank you!" Mantis beamed when the soda was placed in front of her. She took a sip, and moved to sit more comfortably and share the delicious homemade pizza with Tyson.
"What's the movie about?" She trusted that it would be good, since Tyson claimed it had been lauded, apparently — and in truth, the animation did look amazing. The empath then took a pizza slice and leaned softly against her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Ah, at least you're finally learning." Shuri couldn't have been more delighted to see the empath not nursing any of her suggestions. She was finally learning to stop being soft.
"To your question that you haven't asked yet... you were having a nightmare. Maybe. Whatever it was you were experiencing in your sleep resulted in my people nearest to you having what could be described as a headache. And I can't have that. Would you like something to help you sleep better?"
Shuri seemed to mistake respecting boundaries for losing one's softness, as if soft things didn't bend and adapt. Either way, Mantis had no intention to take away the woman's self-satisfied delight.
"Yes, I was having... something, though the line between nightmare, memory and precognition can be blurry." Her smile took on a more apologetic quality. "I'm very sorry I caused your people discomfort. Come on in, tell me what you have, and let me know if there's something I can do to make up for it."
She turned and walked inside, hands idly brushing leaves of greenery and thin petals.
"I didn't think it would escalate. My empathic abilities can leak out unconsciously when I sleep, I have known this for a while now. After the war against Thanos... Well, it's a long story." Mantis shook her head. "But it could only affect others if I was touched while I had a nightmare. I didn't think it could... expand."
Skurge scratched the stubble of his chin in thought, wondering if he should delve into how far she would go if it risked him sinking a knife into her eye. An ugly thought, quickly cast away.
"Here, do you think you can do this while I look the potatoes over?" He flipped the knife over and handed it to her handle first before diving into the sack. A few of them still needed a good washing, but they were all decent and firm. A pot of salted water for a few hours would make them perfect for chips.
"Have you... scaled a fish before?" This could either be amusing or a disaster.
Fingers took the knife Skurge offered, and Mantis' head tilted to peer past him. A gasp of excitement in the back of her throat as soon as she realized what he wanted her to do, confirmation given when he asked the question.
"Once! On Indigarr," she answered with a small nod. "The Guardians and I were spending the night there with Thor, to help the Indigarrians against a multitude of Booskan raiders. Drax caught some fish, and Groot helped me scale them while we joked about Drax's fishing methods or something like that." Mantis couldn't help but snort at the memory.
Mantis started scaling the fish, but she applied too much pressure, nearly slicing into it. She quickly corrected it before glancing at Skurge, hoping he had not noticed. "So fish and potatoes... Is this a traditional Asgardian dish?"
He hadn't recalled when he heard the tune in question as it tumbles from his lips in a hum at the back of his throat, traversing towards the front in vibration and intention. Indra's massive head rests across Logan's legs and the dragonrider gently rubs the spot behind the creature's horns, lending itself to a comforting presence on a midnight plagued by sorrow of memory. Logan wakes easily when he feels his dragon's discontent, and tonight is no different, as he continues the song he approximates to a lullaby, though the origin he knows not. Hot breaths expel from Indra's nostrils as Logan simply gazes at him rather lovingly, a worried lift to his brows furrowing itself in the meantime as the moon hangs high in the sky, Indra's eyes closed, trying to find sleep again.
The cool night air bites at her skin as she stands near the cabin, eerily still, almost predatory. She knows her presence is the source of Indra's discomfort, though it seems that Logan has not noticed her. The stars above twinkle like celestial diamonds, and the astral elf smiles to herself. A faint, bioluminescent glow bleeds from her eyes, washing over her cheekbones as a waterfall of starlight.
How unwise of Logan to sleep outdoors, considering that his perfectly functional cabin is just a few feet away. Though he has his mercenary experience and his dragon to feel safe enough, Mantis surmises.
"I have heard that song before. The full song," Mantis says in a soft voice — firm enough to make her presence known, but faint enough to make sure she doesn't startle him. She steps closer, slow and quiet. "I can tell you more about it, if you'd like. It is actually quite sinister and tragic."
plot: Holly has come over to y/m's place for some quiet, quality time and a drink… or several. Yapping has ensued.
timeframe: April 2020
"I am just saying," she sighs, as she finishes a particularly long-winded elaboration on the probable existence of cryptids. Getting a little alcohol in Holly apparently means the conspiracy theorist in her jumps out. "Maybe someone actually should go to the rainforest and see. Tropical climates would be my best bet on where they live."
The more Holly talks, the more Mandy looks around as though expecting anything to attack. Mandy's cat Felis leaps onto the coffee table, licking her paw and rubbing it against her ears; during this conversation, her unnaturally blue eyes are almost eerie, and for a moment Mandy wonders whether she has adopted a cat or a cryptid. It's probably the alcohol.
"Felis, descends de la table," Mandy says in French. The cat obeys, hopping onto the sofa instead. "Wait, wait... Holly, hold on." The florist holds up her mojito, eyes narrowing. "Is this for, like... your next novel or something? I think if those creatures were real, we'd know for sure? I mean, my mom's a scientist so I'm totally biased." Her head tilts. "Have you ever seen... something weird?"
"I am so happy you could make it!" Making new friends as an adult is famously difficult if not impossible. To say nothing about the simple fact that people do not make time for each other anymore, she has a demanding job, an elementary schooler, and a toddler. Both of these children are thankfully staying with her best friend for a few days, but oh! She misses them! "The house is too quiet for me right now. One of the many paradoxes of motherhood, I guess."
The kitchen table, small as it is, is laid out with all sorts of yummy summertime Jewish cuisine. Cameron is particularly pleased with how the shishlik turned out.
The shishlik is so tasty that Mandy has barely stopped since she tried it. Her head subtly nods in a gesture of approval, appreciation, admiration. She is not particularly skilled at grilling, but hopefully she will learn once she goes back to France in a couple of weeks. She likes spending her summers there to visit her aunts.
"This is delicious, Cameron," she says. Mandy hopes her friend will like the homemade cupcakes she has brought for dessert. Kosher, of course. Mandy tries to be as mindful as she can be whenever she bakes for her friends. "Hey, since the house is too quiet for you, we can play some music. Come on, show me your playlist! Which tunes do you play when you feel like dancing?"
You are the final beauty. A meteor shower that rains down like a barrage of bullets, fatally stunning. The last curtain call before everything goes dark, a reminder to humanity that it's not just them. That they may have conquered Earth but they will never conquer Space.
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tagging: @asgardianhammer @untamedtempest @glitchexmachina @shardsofstark @peterfromqueens and anyone who wants to do this! steal it and @ me :D
