#mantis mcu

[scrapmetaldoe]

another mcu gotg headcannon dump =3

(lots of these are pre vol. 3)

groot leaving the pot was a very big day on the milano. they hastily put together a big party to celebrate, and everyone had their attention on groot for a while-especially rocket.

quill and rocket argue over small stuff all the time because they are Both so stubborn. both of them have be right even if it’s something totally subjective.

mantis scrapbooks, and taught nebula how to do crafts. now nebula is obsessed with making little bracelets but doesn’t give them away because she’s scared of being judged.

it took drax the longest to understand groot. the first thing he understood groot say was groot asking for a zargnut. (post celebration drax gave him half of one)

rocket built his own pair of headphones to listen to music while quill was sleeping and he was up building stuff.

rocket is a major insomniac, when he does sleep he has night terrors. (this was remedied post vol 3)

quill taught groot how to dance when he was a sapling.

gamora and drax are sparring buddies, they spar as much as possible to train. gamora wins most of the time.

all of the guardians have some level of ptsd. like they’ve been through so much they are all traumatized.

rocket, autistic. quill, autistic. nebula, also autistic.

quill loses shit all the time, so rocket makes installs trackers to put on all of his stuff.

rocket and tony had a joke rivalry when he was on earth, where tony and rocket constantly tried to see who could make the better tech.

gamoras fav genre is metal, drax prefers R&B, rocket loves dad rock (as said here by me) but listens to a lot of other stuff, groot listens to jazz, because that’s what he grew up listening to, and quill genuinely listens to anything and everything

tis all for now

[benzoii-bomb]

Rah!!!

[burnt-scone]

I like it when in shows (other media) you meet this Alien and at first you're like "Why is this another Autistic behavior Alien?" And you wonder if you're being bullied or not.

Then you meet the other aliens, and you realize this alien was just an Autistic Alien, and you see they're not the butt of a joke, and their struggles are communicating with others, and they get tips on social cues. And now this relatable Alien is now rep.

That's always nice. I like it when the space aliens are autistic.

[konako]

[hearmeoutworthypoll]

Mantis MCU

Half god, half empath, but not annoying about it

Played by Pom Klementieff

Reminder, the premise is “would a normie think it’s weird to find them attractive?” (Would they have to “hear me out?”)

[helenrira]

Mantis doodles from GotG 3 cuz I absolutely love her

[tinkertoysdamn]

"How Could You?"

answering a quick sad fic storytag game from @homoeroticfisticuffs

Might be more horror tinged than expected but 🤷‍♀️ .

World Count: 972

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy

cw: canon typical violence

She was never to leave her room when visitors came.  Her father, her master, had told Mantis it was too dangerous.  There were too many risks in letting her interact with others.  She was too young, too delicate. 

“Your exoskeleton is still forming,” Ego informed her.  “Once your skin has fully hardened you’ll be up to it but now—”  Eerily smooth fingertips prodded at her soft delicate wrist.  He clicked his tongue.  “Anything could hurt you, disease, a too long fingernail, anything.  Can’t risk damage to my little pet.”

His little pet, that’s what Mantis was, that’s all she was.  Still, even pets could be curious, even pets need stimulation.  It was this curiosity that drove her from the cold comfort of her room out into the night.  On Ego’s planet there were not many inhabitable places.  Most of his world was dedicated to creating the strange forms of nature that he saw fit, in molding the very soil to his whims.  

She moved on stockinged feet, padding through the corridors carved from his own body, deep, deep into his sanctum.  Mantis moved and Mantis listened.  Finally, she heard Egos' voice and the voice of a stranger.  The visitor!  

Mantis nibbled at her lower lip.  What to do?  She hadn't really thought this through.  There was always the possibility of announcing herself, of joining on their talk but the very idea sent a coil of anxiety through her guts.  No, it was better to linger, to watch, to witness.  She would satisfy her curiosity, see just what these strange visitors brought to Ego’s world.  It would be enough.  It would make her happy.

Peering around the corner, she saw them, Ego dressed in his finest robes and a boy a little older than herself.  He was orange with stringy green hair and gangly limbs, clad in one piece speedsuit.  An ugly child but he was a wonder to her eyes.  

The boy’s voice was loud with excitement.  “Really?  All this?  I can do all of this?”  He twirled around, arms outstretched as if he could touch everything using just his will.  

“Yes, yes,” Ego said, a warm chuckle in his voice.  “If you have the connection to the Light.”

“How do I know?” the boy asked.  “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Ego said, touching his own chest, “finding a place deep inside you that fills you with power.  It’s an energy that fits in the space between all Creation.”

Mantis had heard Ego speak like this once before when she was very small.  She later learned she did not have the connection to Ego’s Light but that she was “special” all the same.  Could this boy be what she could not?

Would that mean he was coming to live with them?  It would be nice to have someone else around.  

Ego’s voice cut through her thoughts.  “We’re going to conduct a few tests,” he said.

“Okay.”  The boy was eager.

“First, we’ll see if you can make something on your own.” Ego held his hands in the air, cupping an invisible ball.  “Now, put your hands together and concentrate, make something appear.”  Brilliant blue light shimmered between Ego’s palms.  

Sweat broke out on the boy’s brow.  His eyebrows knitted together as he worked as hard as he could.  

Nothing.     

Ego sighed.  “Test number two,” he said, holding up two fingers.  “I’ll toss you my energy and you’ll see if you can hold it.”  He made the cupping gesture again, forming a solid blue mass of light.  “One,” he counted down, “Two.”  He playfully swung his hands, anticipating the release.  “Three!”

The light flew through the air in a perfect simple arc.  Even the surprised boy could grasp it easily.  The second the Light touched his flesh, he burned.

The boy screamed.

He screamed and screamed, the smell of his skin roasting filled the air.  The Light crawled up his forearms, his biceps, his chest, his face and still he burned.  Orange sparked into blue, terrible, terrible blue.    

Ego sighed and shook his head.  He snapped his fingers and the boy dissolved into ash.  The floor opened up beneath the charred corpse, ushering the unfortunate child down into the catacombs.

Ego, god, father and cruel son of a bitch only said, “Disappointing.”  

The horror betrayed her, compelling Mantis to speak.  “How could you?”

Ego’s head whipped in her direction.  Before she could move, Mantis felt the ground beneath her feet shift, pushing her into the air.  She was carried, propelled forward as she staggered to remain upright.

The roar of Ego’s anger shook the very walls.  “What are you doing out of your room?”

Mantis couldn’t help herself, the fear had stolen away with her tongue, leaving her a babbling mess.  “Are you going to do that to me?” she cried, stammering her terror.  “Are you going to hurt me too?  Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.”  All she could imagine was her own tender flesh roasting away, melting into goo.  Mantis even knew what it would smell like.

Ego flattened his hand and pushed down.  The ground sank, allowing Mantis to regain her footing.  Ego’s face was unreadable as he approached the trembling child.  This was a time to comfort, this was a time for reassurance.  None would come.

“Not if you’re useful.”  The words struck her with the force of a slap to the face.  Ego knelt down, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the same hand that had just killed.  “Stay useful, stay quiet,” Ego said, his voice awful in its gentleness.  “But most importantly,” his touch grew cold as ice, “stay out of my way.”  

As ordered, Mantis never interfered again.  Not until the day she learned to be brave but that day was so very far away and she was so very, very young. 

[jasminocano]

mantis appreciation post

she's so uderrated and i've seen many people in the fandom disliking her, why? no idea, i mean...

just look at her

[elk3v4n]

Happy Birthday my lovely 💜

💚Pom Klementieff 🩵

aka

(Mantis from G.O.T.G)

[disregardcanon]

hey y’all, since i just saw gotg 3 i thought i’d recommend my gotg2 fic!

Mantis Prays to Oregon

Relationships: Mantis & Everyone, Mantis/Nebula

Summary: For a while, Mantis is Ego's daughter. Then she isn't.

[burningfudge]

a dysfunctional found family with dark pasts and no brain cells who saved the day with the power of friendship can be so personal

[jaemongus]

i heard that the marvel are rivals

[faqihdotpng]

mantis drawing i never finished

[rat-king-png]

This is my favorite interaction in the game

They’re so delightful

[clairlycreature]

manis+ that guy

[ceeisatlumon]

Presidential frostbug doodles!!❄️🐛 also decided to do some little changes in their design😭 mantis now has microbangs,, and I made the whites of Loki’s eyes yellow like a snake

Also been thinking about like,, different styles of clothing for mantis bcs it’s so fun to dress her up