#socialiisms

[benevolentgodloki]

*screaming internally*

[grandgamemaster]

@socialiisms liked your “Low-Key Starter Call~”

“Oh, uh, look! It’s, uh, Thanos! Come to take part in my little contest?”

[gammundcrstand-blog]

Me: betty nO  Her: try and stOP ME 

[benevolentgodloki]

socialiisms replied to your post “*screaming internally*”

Do u have a moment to discuss ur lord and savior thanos, askin for a friend

“Tried that church, wasn’t for me. Can I interest you in an actual god?”

[shieldscientist]

( @socialiisms | starter call )

It had been 558 hours since Simmons had seen another living soul- excluding the plant monster that she’d taken to hunting for food.

558 hours of fending for herself on an alien wasteland. 558 hours of having no idea how her current conditions would effect her body in the long-run - she could theorise, of course, but with no way to conduct any sort of experiment (and not even the energy to carry any through, should she somehow find herself with decent enough equipment) there was no way to know with any degree of certainty.

558 hours devoid of human, or otherwise, company. 558 hours of clinging onto the belief that her team- that Fitz- was going to come to rescue her, eventually. 558 hours of talking to her phone being the only parody of social communication that she had access to.

It was 558 hours of hell. And then, suddenly, she found herself thrown into shade. Startled, Simmons looked up and trailed off on the voice recording she’d been making to pass the time.

A fierce debate raged in her mind. Should she make her presence known and put herself at the mercy of these presumed aliens, or should she hide and continue to wait for the possibility of rescue by her friends?

In the end, there was only really one answer. Anything was better than staying here for a moment longer. So she jumped up and ran after the ship, waving her hands around frantically and making as much noise as she could manage- doing anything she could to draw attention to herself.

“Hey! Please! Please see me! I need help!” Of course, it was unlikely any potential aliens could speak or understand English, but she’d worry about communication after she had their attention.

[benevolentgodloki]

It’s over. Gods, it’s all over.

Well, almost.

Against all odds, because that was the sort of thing Loki was all about, the trickster had made it through. After a self-sacrificing act from an alternate version of himself, he had been zapped off the Statesman with a spare Infinity Stone. The Snap had claimed him, preventing an early return. 

Now, five years later, he could finally present himself to New Asgard. He had been too late for the battle and to see Thanos’s end, but he was going to reclaim his place if there was still one open for him. He was going to find Thor and be a brother once again.

Loki drew in a breath of salty air, preparing to stride along the coast to the waiting village, whatever his reception, come what may. He took a purposeful step forward and faltered.

A great hand rested upon his shoulder. There came the sinking despair he had felt upon seeing the Sanctuary II.

No. No, no, this isn’t fair. He’s supposed to be dead.

But so was I.

“I would advise against doing me harm,” he said carefully, no matter how jellied his insides were. “Please.” It sounded like a courtesy not a plea. “It will cost far more than satisfy.”

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[collectortaneleer]

@socialiisms 

The very fact that he was visiting the Sanctuary II in person should have raised some brows. The Collector had not actually left his collection in years, preferring to wait within his museum while thieves and explorers alike brought him all that he desired. 

But Thanos of Titan was becoming more and more of a problem, an obstacle in staying on course with his purpose. The short-sighted warlord was showing dangerous interest in the stones Taneleer himself coveted. That desire needed to be stamped out. Thanos needed to be guided to stay his course and leave such higher powers to those who understood them. 

The reception on the ship was hardly warm. If it weren’t for his own status he doubted any of the chitauri guards would have been hesitating to confront him. Apparently Thanos didn’t receive many willing visitors who were coming to do more then beg for some kind of mercy. 

As expected Thanos was at the center of his massive warship. Seated on a throne that fit his monstrous form, high up on a dais to add to that height. The Collector was not impressed, but he craned his neck a bit for now considering the titan’s height would have him doing it anyway. 

“You look comfortable in this space. Are you going to retire yourself to a role of ‘king’ instead of ‘warlord’ so soon? You always seemed to enjoy the battlefield too much for such a boring change.” Taneleer’s voice was level, even bored as he watched Thanos. 

[bertievi]

@socialiisms

So many kings in the galaxy, and not one of them willing to put the greater good before their own. This one, who tripped over his own words before him, was no different. People starved on Terra, like everywhere; the planet on the very brink of collapse as their leaders chose to oppose him instead of pay any attention.

Selfish priorities.

“This isn’t the end.” That was the point, but still his tone was akin to a patient parent. “This is a gift. When suns rise tomorrow, it will be on a galaxy united. No more suffering through nepotism and pride.”

“This is a long overdue lesson.” A hand spread in something of a conceding shrug. Perhaps it would be the end of this king, turned to dust. It made no difference. “Be at peace with knowing I’m cutting darkest moments in half.”

It was a terrifying notion to Albert, already he had fought against what he had considered a great evil, another who had wanted something similar. In the King’s eyes, the being before him, carefully spoken words or not, was just like his last enemy only larger. It was another war they had entered and it would be one more daunting than any other. He looked over his adversary for a moment, taking in his words and shaking his head softly at them.

“What of those -completely innocent of -pride, of -nepotism?” He questioned, the children, those who were forced to live outside of the society built around them, Albert knew there was corruption, there was corruption all around him and other leaders of the world, it seemed to be part-in-part in being in power. “--Do you -have the -ability -to choose who it is you --eradicate?” Sad and tired eyes looked to him, “Else you will only allow --corruption -to -cultivate once again under the -hand of the wrong -people.” People like him, Albert assumed, for who else would put themselves into the role of a God but one who sought power over the lives of others, over how it was the world, nay the Universe was run? He was a contradiction on himself, surely.