Der Roten Schädel

"If you win, you need not have to explain...If you lose, you should not be there to explain!" 616 Johann Schmidt Trigger Warnings: racism, homophobia, nazism Tracking bloodstainedreich

[noworldnomad]

Johann that is very sweet but you are in a comic drawn by Liefeld nobody is pretty

[imapiemaker]

      “If you’re using the word ‘freedom’ in anything but the most literal definition possible, I’m going to be on edge for a while longer.” The pie maker spoke quickly, as he tended to do when nervous or trapped. He scooted back against the wall, as far as possible from Johann.

      “And I’m not entirely sure that freund is an applicable word here, provided it means what I think it means.”

[bloodstainedreich]

The smile never left Johann's demented face. He merely extended a hand to the baker. "You have a gift, Kuchenbäcker. A very powerful one, indeed. The gift to grant the one greatest wish on this planet." He stepped closer.

"Imagine a world where we could see our lost loved ones - alive! You can give me that power."

[imapiemaker]

He sat in his bed, waiting for the inevitable visit. Ned had already lost count of time that he’d been here. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself, tucking his hands in.

      Maybe he could escape. Unlikely. He could try reasoning with the man with the red skull—sure, Johann looked like something Ned had brought back to life, but he had met a few very agreeable corpses, so… Well, talking his way out of this was a more viable option than fighting his way out.

      He looked up at the door to his cell as he heard a key turn.

[bloodstainedreich]

The door was opened, and the guard turned to salute the monstrosity behind him. "Here he is, sir. Hail HYDRA!"

"Yes, yes. Leave us." Johann seemed all too happy to shoo the man away, letting the door to Ned's cell fall closed with a satisfying click! of the lock.

"Ahhh. You seem on edge." He folded his arms behind his back. "No worry, mein freund, you're on the verge of freedom itself."

[inboxideas]

My character has been sent to prison. Inbox me ☣ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

anthonywhitten submitted to inboxideas

[bloodstainedreich]

like for a starter

[justinkaseyouforgot]

bloodstainedreich

      Red Skull. Hello.

[ Justin’s not a fan. But the Skull doesn’t need to know that. ]

[bloodstainedreich]

What do you want?

[wearebiggerthanlife]

bloodstainedreich

Oh—oh dear.

[bloodstainedreich]

[comicweek]

Baron Zemo offers the Apple of Knowledge. 

Originally from Avengers Undercover #4 Pencils by Kev Walker

[earnedstripes]

Some goddamned peace and quiet. 

[bloodstainedreich]

Men like us are not to live quietly, Rogers. And if you think you can, you've grown soft with the Avengers. And my disappointment intensifies.

[campcounselorsteve]

bloodstainedreich:

Go die in a fire.

Oh you shouldn’t have.

[bloodstainedreich]

trips though the tag

[earnedstripes]

It’s not a new phenomenon. But I’m glad I can still keep you guessing. What’s your business here, Skull? 

[bloodstainedreich]

You have always been my business, Rogers. What is a lifetime of rivalry if I do not keep my sights on you?

[bloodstainedreich]

Hail HYDRA.

Schneiden Sie einen Kopf und zwei weitere werden ihren Platz einnehmen!Heil HYDRA!

[bloodstainedreich]

Hello! this is campcounselorsteve relocated. Just wanted you to know

oh now you tell me

lol

[earnedstripes]

                Skull. 

[bloodstainedreich]

Much has happened in my absence. You side with mutants. I admit, I find myself... disappointed.

[bloodstainedreich]

Kapitän.

[positivelybeastly]

"Actually, I’m not so much angry at the sight of you, as angry at the fact that you exist.” His paws fist inside the tweed, most likely tearing holes but that’s all right, he can get a new jacket made.

"I thought you might be a gibbering lunatic, you know. I thought that the fever of 1945, the end of the … what was it? Twelve year Reich? I thought that you might have been swept up in the insanity that claimed your cohorts, your Fuhrer … but no." Hank’s cheek twitches, even the muscles in his face wanting to hurt the abomination that stands before him.

"I suppose you went far beyond insane a long time ago. Not even insane people stoop to stealing the brains of the dead."

[bloodstainedreich]

"We all are angry at what we despise. We become angry because we lack control over what we hate. It's basic..." He pauses to put emphasis on his next word. "... human nature."

He begins a slow walk, circling the large mutant. At the mention of his once-leader, he smiles more, the strangely gentle expression perverted on his features.

"Greatness can drive anyone mad, you know. And while I weep for my beloved Fuhror, I do learn from his example."

He turns to face Hank.

"Not mad. Merely bitter."

[positivelybeastly]

"Those things will kill you." He rather likes to think he’s being tremendously controlled right now, not just bounding across the length of room between them and carving open his skull.

The Professor’s brain.

Nothing made him quite so sick as thinking of it.

"By which I mean, please continue." His paws slip into tweed pockets and he wonders precisely how this can go. Politely, he very much doubts.

[bloodstainedreich]

The roll of tobacco is clamped between what's left of the monster's lips. There's not much left of them, not since the toxins of his own trick dust pulled the skin so tightly over his own skull.

"I shall." The cigarette is lit with a match, and the smoke spills from his mouth almost like a dragon from a children's story, lazy with slow curls.

"You're angry at the sight of me." His fingers - the index and middle - press to his temple. "Doesn't take a mind reader to see that."