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[americanasitgetsold]

sakaarsmaster replied to your post: a look.

jack cracking open another bottle, hoping he can drink himself into blindness

iT IS NOT THAT BAD JACK.

[collectortaneleer]

En listen, that destined fight you’re in the middle of isn’t worth it.

[dictionarydefined-blog]

@sakaarsmaster

“It’s just Grandmaster, handsome.” He plucked the drink from the table, not bothering to look at it before taking a sip. It was cloying in a way he didn’t like, but he barely noticed as he let himself drink in the handsome young stud before him asking him possibly one of the most awkward questions he’d heard in a very long time.

What was this guy’s game? He’d heard enough about Fandral to know the guy was a major flirt and liked a challenge, but his brother? The Grandmaster took another sip of his drink, wondering if Loki had put him up to it.

“You don’t really…pursue the Collector. If he is interested, he will just sort of show up and start talking to you.”

HANDSOME. Yes, that, Fandral rather likes, and he lets his smile linger on his features, allows himself to look up at the other man with no small amount of curiosity, and certainly with interest. Gast -  the Grandmaster - is handsome himself.

The brother is better. But Gast is handsome, still. 

                                         “Point noted, Grandmaster - thank you.     Loki has rather delicately implied he and the Collector don’t get on                              - I therefore suspect he must be rather fun. 

                 Are my suspicions incorrect, sir?”

[mystarsforanempire]

@sakaarsmaster | cont from x

He dropped the gameboard, uncaring of the clatter and the groan it made when it hit the floor. All he cared about was the alien on his couch, looking suddenly so small and lost.

“Hey…hey…”

In two steps, he was in front of Loki. In one blink, he was on his knees, his hands touching the other gently by the arms, his fingers slowly trailing down the vambraces down to the cold hands.

“What’s with all this negativity, honey?” Though his words were light, his expression was not the usual teasing and carefree one. No, his eyes were searching, his smile tightened in concern.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

The clatter of the board on the ground makes Loki flinch, but no more than the sudden shadow of the Grandmaster in his presence: Loki had said the words more to himself, a quiet realisation of his situation, a quiet admission to the heat of the universe, but the Grandmaster’s hands are so gentle on his wrists, on his own freezing fingers, and Loki feels his breath hitch in his throat.

He looks so--

Like he cares. Loki’s stomach does an uncomfortable lurch within him,  and he swallows hard. His trembling hands turn, palm up, so that he  can ghost against the Grandmaster’s own hands, but he-- He oughtn’t. 

“I’m drunk,” Loki says miserably, by way of apology. “I should go.”

[vaneegast-blog]

@sakaarsmaster

“You never looked for me.” 

She pulled her hand out of his heart, feeling the slick purple fluid between her pale fingers. Shoving him away from her, she slipped to the floor, legs pulled up to her chest as she held her stained hands toward the Sakaarian sun that shone so hazily past the filth and grime that continued to pour out from the sky. She frowned up at the sight, her ears twitching as she picked up the sounds of a body being reformed and righted. 

“You thought I was dead and you did not even try to find if there was a body left.”

[fbiartist]

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Today was just supposed to be a normal day working. Draw out a few faces, make sure she didn’t mismatch any bones, and send in a few reports. That’s it. She was even thinking about going by that new donut shop and treating herself. 

But then there was a little crackle of white noise in her earbuds while she worked. Her gaze barely flickering up before she did a double take. Before she had more time to react, there was a ripple-pop! and a very shiny man was there and she was holding a femur like a weapon. Like her gun wasn’t in her desk drawer. “What the fuck?” 

Not the most useful question that could have come out in that moment, but the useful ones were being held down by a repressed scream of fear and surprise. So if they came out, so would it. And that wouldn’t be very productive in any way, shape or form. 

[benevolentgodloki]

(Infinity War spoilers) @sakaarsmaster

“Grandmaster..”

The god of mischief’s wheezed exclamation owed part of its timbre to astonishment, the rest to the damage to his larynx courtesy of Thanos. He had woken in a blur of confusion and agony on a hard surface, possibly a gurney, maybe a table. Whatever it was, it was raised off the floor, which did very little in the way of reminding him of how tall he truly was, especially when an even taller man was observing him. A very powerful man indeed whom Loki had strongly disappointed, and to whom he was now apparently indebted.

He had so many questions and many he would have to be careful uttering, back to the dance of not wanting to offend the ancient creature whilst somehow grasping tightly to his sense of self.

“Wh-why are you here? Not that I am ungrateful.”

[kingoftheravensarchive]

“You’re gonna have to sit for this! I know you’re sitting! Sit again!”

There were just some things that you did not question. Whether because the answer was evident, or because the answer was not something you really wanted to know in the first place, or because it would only spawn more questions with equally as confusing answers. This event was some bizarre combination of the three which all led to the same response: silence. Also the added bonus of Loki standing only to sit again, taking the words as literally as possible. “Okay... I’m sitting. Again.”

     UNBREAKABLE KIMMY SCHMIDT / accepting !

[conflictandcontrol]

⏵ @sakaarsmaster | 

...Another face he did not recognize, nor did he have the appropriate information to discern some kind of identity. What was happening lately? He needed to find more networks that went outside of the solitude of those located on Earth.

He made a mental note to do so later on.

“...Nice outfit.”

OKAY that was RUDE and Vision struggled to correct himself almost as soon as he’d said it. 

“Er. That was meant genuinely.” 

[elegyofpower]

First: I'm not useless. Second: GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER

“--last I checked you were ruling over a garbage planet pitting worn warriors against each other for sport and taking all manner of aliens younger than your own daughter for lovers. Tell me again, G R A N D M A S T E R , of how useful you are to the greater good of the universe.”

[webwiings-archived]

     how the hell she ended up in this weird as place with it’s large towers and busy streets was beyond jessica ; her mind was already trying to come up with a way to get the hell out. but there was something that was keeping her there, something pulling her attention, and that was the man before her. feet carry her closer to his chair.   “ who the fuck are you? ”

@sakaarsmaster

[thoughtsmash]

@sakaarsmaster

He hums quietly, tapping diligently at his tablet as scanning devices hover overhead. It came as a surprise that SHIELD was calling for something other than a mission for Hulk, but Bruce couldn’t say he was expecting this; an inter-dimensional fissure opening up and spitting out a visitor seemed more like a job for Richards, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He was just about retreat back to his lab when the intrepid traveler began to stir.

“Oh, uh, you’re awake.” Come on, man, that is not how you talk to a probably very confused extraterrestrial. “Sorry, uh--can you understand me?”

[collectortaneleer]

Painting

Not many were privy to what happened between Taneleer Tivan and En Dwi Gast behind closed doors. On Knowhere they had all the privacy in the world, but on Sakaar there were always guests here and there that would whisper. Most always feared that, when Tivan visited and their Grandmaster gave him a private audience that it might be the day the two elders finally snapped. That they went after one another with the ancient powers they possessed and lay the planet to ruin.

In actuality it couldn’t be further from the truth. Though the pair would toss quips back and forth, argue, and disagree, they did not come to physical blows. Especially not on Sakaar. That was a show reserved for En’s beloved champions.

Otherwise their time was spent in making deals, or chatting idly while they played games. That day Taneleer had sat down with his brother to oblige a request that didn’t come his way too often. To paint. En had requested himself as the canvas, and wanted Tivan to give him ‘a whole new look’ while indicating the markings that guests always mistook for tattoos. They were special paints, ones that adhered to their flesh and with a touch of magic stayed solid, unfading, for as long as the wearer desired.

There had been no protests, and the Collector had tossed aside his cloak and extra layers before he’d gotten to work. Luckily the Grandmaster kept a spare set of tools around for such a job, brushes, mixing bowls, and books that Taneleer liked to reference for ideas.

That’s what had En Dwi Gast sitting on a stool, already decorated with mulled, brass colored lines as Taneleer pained his back. The Collector was without his glasses, gloves, holding his brush gently between his fingers and a pot of his paint in the other hand. He was silent, concentrating as he assured the line he was adding to his brother’s skin would be straight and even with the rest of the design he’d already placed. It helped that, for once, the Grandmaster was being quiet and still.

Well, mostly still. En was examining his arms, a frown pulling down the corners of his lips. “It’s not the final color.” Tivan said cooly. He dipped his brush again to start another stroke.

“It’s so dull. Are you sure I’ll like it?”

Tivan didn’t grace his brother with a response. Partly because they both knew En would love the results, but also because he was double checking the paint he’d just applied. Nothing running, hard, even edges on the lines. Perfect. Slowly he stepped around the seated elder, setting the jar of paint down and dipping his brush in a basin of water to wash it. “Your face is all that’s left. Once it’s done, you may wash. The top layer you see now will come off and the pigment left on your skin will hold for as long as you desire it.”

“Okay, but what is the color?”

The hard end of the brush was tucked under En’s chin to lift his head. “Patience.” Taneleer told him. “You’ll know so enough.”

The Grandmaster had never been good at waiting, but when Tivan grabbed his chin to make him hold his head still again he conceded to it. The brush was barely used when it came to the decoration of En’s face. Instead Taneleer dipped his fingers in the jar this time, adding marks just as delicately as he’d been doing for the last hour to his brother’s body. All while giving simple commands that were followed without protest.

“Eyes up. Then closed.” Eyeliner, and shadowing that reflected En’s usual style.

“Mouth.” A tap to the lips and they parted. The paint was smeared over En’s bottom lip before the edges were touched up with the brush, defined and creating some natural enhancement for the elder’s usual smirk.

“Fifteen seconds. Don’t closer your mouth.” Taneleer dipped a finger in the jar again, then raised it to carefully apply the final touch. The streak down from En Dwi’s bottom lip, the mark that mirrored the one permanently in place on Tivan’s own face. Like the lip, the line was evened out and the edges were cleaned up before Tivan leaned back to examine his work. He hummed to himself, nudging his brother to turn his head to one side, then the other.

“You’re done.”

“I am? Finally?”

En Dwi was waved off as Tivan set to tending to his tools. “Everything should be dry.” His okay for the other to finally rush to bathe so he could see the true color of the paint. The Grandmaster left to do just that, stepping into an adjacent room and leaving Taneleer in his private chambers to clean up himself.

Brushes were washed and stored to assure no damage could come to the delicate bristles. He scrubbed his hands in the water basin, then tipped a drop of clear liquid from a nearby vial out onto one finger and spread it. It removed every last trace of the brass coloring left from his painting.

As he was folding the towel he’d been using to keep the area dry Tivan heard En coming back from the other room. Too quickly, for his liking. He sighed quietly and braced for the inevitable—the Grandmaster’s full weight latching onto him. What was worse was that En was bare and he was still wet. “En—”

“It’s gold!”

The light shirt Tivan was wearing did nothing to protect him as it stuck to his back, soaked through almost immediately. “Yes, I know.” He replied evenly.

“It’s practically holographic! I mean look at it.” An arm was wrapped around to show off the marks. En turned it so they caught the light, and indeed the painted lines glistened. “Where did you get this? Why were you hiding it from me for so long?”

“I didn’t. I mixed that myself.” Taneleer said. At last he was able to pry the other elder off and shooed him away to go dry off and get dressed. Tivan had been about to put his own vest back on, but now he was wet and cold and he’d have to wait. Instead he leaned against a post of En Dwi’s bedframe, waiting to hear the rest of the gushing his brother had to do about his new markings.

It was one of the little things he did that the Grandmaster didn’t seem to mind complimenting him on.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Tivan. I don’t know how you’ll ever be able to top this.” En came back into the room, dressed, but missing his usual robe. It left his arms exposed so he could apparently admire the new markings. He was grinning in delight as he offered Taneleer a new shirt, sleeveless like his own. “Why don’t you let me do yours too brother? As a thank you.”

Tivan scoffed ashe took the offered shirt and set to changing. “No.”

“Oh come on! Don’t you trust me?” A red sash was looped around Tivan’s waist and he watched as it was tied into place. En Dwi’s plan seemed to be to decorate the Collector in Sakaarian colors. “It’d go a lot faster with me doing your back instead of trying to do it yourself~.”

That much was true, but Taneleer didn’t waiver from his decision. He stood there, arms crossed and expression neutral as his brother seemed intent on decorating him anyway. Clothes and some jewelry were being picked out on a whim and the Collector only watched, mildly amused. “I’m not letting you paint me today. Perhaps later.”

“Well you’re at least coming to a match tonight.” En Dwi brought out two strips of fabric, laying one over each of Tivan’s shoulders. “And then the party after.”

A glance was given to each of the strips before Taneleer pointed to the one on his right shoulder. En nodded in agreement. “You’re right you’re right.” The fabric was tapped and it seemed to unwrap itself, enveloping Tivan till it became a full shirt. “You did always look best in red.”

Taneleer gave his quiet agreement before he waved En’s hands away. “Don’t fuss. I’ll stay for your events.”

“Wonderful!” En clasped his hands together. “And then, since it will be later, you’ll let me paint you.”

“Maybe, En Dwi.” Tivan reminded. “Maybe.

[theonios]

sakaarsmaster replied to your post “sakaarsmaster replied to your post “tumblr: you have 7 followers! :D...”

listen. I feel the same about my homeboy poseidon. I am honestly shocked about how little there is about dio and poseidon, considering how popular they were in ancient times (and still are). also i remember that part of theogony vaguely. i need to reread it tho, it's been literally 5 years. i'm so old OTL

part of me really wants to be shocked with regards to poseidon, but if i recall correctly, weren’t people scared of him in the same way they were scared of haides????

i know they used to avoid saying the names of gods of death for fear of inviting death into their home, and poseidon at one point was so infamous for his wrath (see also: the naming of athens), wasn’t that kind of why??? but maybe that’s why for dionysos too. he’s cthonic, right?

granted, it makes no sense in a modern context, when we rather freely discuss hades and persephone. i just thought that was at least the contemporary explain for the dearth of literature. XD

but, i mean, yeah! you get me! i get it, herakles and zeus and hera and athena were all super cool and deserve spotlight time. it’s just? can we please? talk about some of the others now, too?

[firstofsakaar]

I saw you writing frostmaster with Dictionary and that sealed the deal. Deffo not stalkery. 👀

Anonymously, tell me how you found my blog! Bonus: tell me why you followed me and why you still are!

I mean, like I’m one to talk??? I initially followed YOU for the exact same reason! XD

Let’s just agree to mutually decide it’s not stalkery and just blame Dictionary instead. ;) If he could just STOP finding such rad partners, we wouldn’t be in this mess! XD

[cosmichunger]

You can have the loser's planet in the games. Save you the indigestion that is Sakaar.

“–IT DOES LOOK DISGUSTING. IN THAT CASE, I WILL PRESIDE OVER THESE GAMES AND ALL OF THE LOSERS’ PLANETS SHALL BE MINE TO FEAST ON. SHOULD MY HERALD PERISH, I SHALL DEVOUR THIS ONE ANYWAY AND TAKE THE CHAMPION AS MY NEW HERALD.”

his gigantic cosmic ass isn’t going anywhere now.