#marvel zemo

[nerdk]

[phillipgraveshusbandfr]

Do you guys think Zemo would wear those fancy ass robes with the droopy sleeves

Like just think about it. He doesn’t care that those robes are for women, he just decides to wear them because why the fuck not and he’s a diva

[the-savage]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 -

“ Betrayal is bad , grief is worse . The dangerous emotion removes all care and allows the unthinkable inside . ”

⊹ subject number ⊹ 346063

⊹ registered name ⊹ Anya Kozlova Zemo The Jackal

“ I had a sister once , her name was Anya . ”

Anya, I go by Anya, it’s the name I’ve started to piece together as being mine. I don’t have nicknames or at least not any from friends, my father used to call me “Воробушек”, little sparrow, but it’s been so long, I’m no longer little. I don’t remember what year I was born but I remember the date, August 22nd. I don’t really celebrate it, birthdays are supposed to be spent with family however I don’t have that anymore. I have selective mutism, it’s a disorder accompanied by my anxiety in which there are times where I can’t speak. Please be patient with me, I’m trying my best. I learned sign language to combat it but worst case scenario, I’ll just start writing stuff down.

In 2016, my father dismantled one of the most powerful agencies called Hydra, which ultimately resulted in him going to prison. He did what he had too, no matter what other people say about him, they deserved, the avengers may have been torn apart in the process but they deserved it too. I’m not a vengeful or hateful person but I’ve never liked them. They never deserved the praise they got from other people, their crimes went unpunished, it was good to see that someone was finally holding them accountable.

Due to my father being in jail for pretty much life, all of his assets went to me. His estates, his money, his stocks, everything however I’ve never really been able to use it. His estates are in another country and the stocks aren’t exactly something I understand well. I’ve only used the money to buy myself a small townhouse in New York. My handler was recently arrested, put into witness protection, I’m not allowed to know who they are or where they are and vice versa. The only bad thing about that is I’m in a foreign state with nothing but a back account full of questionable amounts of money and no family.

Rumor has it that my father is still in prison but I’ve never had it in my to actually visit him, I’m scared he won’t remember me or he won’t like what I’ve become. Perhaps him not remembering me would be better for the both of us. I know multiple languages, I don’t remember studying them but they’ve engraved themselves in my mind. I’m currently in university, NYU, however I haven’t really been paying that much attention— at least as much I should have during my classes and studying. I have a therapist but I haven’t necessarily gotten any better, it’s like I’m avoiding the problem instead of growing from it.

What Went Wrong?

The Unfortunate Thing That Hydra Left Behind.

Open RP ; N/A

Current Plotline ; A New Report 

If you wanna RP, just drop an ask in my inbox, tag me in a post, or whatever you want. I don't mind.

[ no NSFW rp, mod is 18+ but i just don't feel comfortable with it. my dms are always open and available. so if you have anything you want to tell me or talk to me about then please reach out, I'm not in character in dms unless asked to be . ]

( dividers by @aquazero & @hyuneskkami )

[morallygreymmc]

note: got the idea here (I pulled up a random number generator and chose three) and I wrote down four characters on slips of paper + picked a random one.

➬ 56. "why are you still with me?" ✧ 73. "don't say anything else, just stay." ✧ 81. "why can't you see that?"

(pairing: helmut zemo x reader | fandom: marvel | genre: somewhat angst, sprinkle of fluff | warnings: none)

“why are you still with me?” helmut questioned, deciding at the time to interrupt the shared silence. you glanced up from your book, dipping a finger to mark your spot, and chuckled, “what kind of question is that, helmut?”

he fidgeted with the gold necklace he always wore around his neck: a keepsake from his past that he no longer spoke of. when his eyes met yours, you were taken aback by the solemnity in his gaze; the question was one that seemed to hold weight on his mind, and your answer would either keep him afloat or drag him under.

“hel, where's this coming from?” you swivel your body to face him, hands reaching up to grasp his face, the pads of your thumbs smoothing over the slight stubble sprinkled over his jaw.

“you know the man I used to be,” he started, hesitancy in his tone, “the things I've done that I thought were right... justified,” he rambled, distress marking his features.

“while I may be a free man, there are still people from my past out there in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike me where it pains me the most... you.” his thin lips quiver at the thought, “and I don't think I could ever forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

“so, you think – for that very reason – I should leave you?” you ask, disbelief written all over your face.

“love, I don't want this life for you. to be constantly relocating, putting your life at risk, wondering when you'll finally have some semblance of normalcy.” he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “look, all I'm saying is–”

you cut him off with a finger to his lips, “the man you were 10 years ago is not the same man you are now. why can't you see that? I chose to be with you, I knew what came along with the decision.”

the bedsheets rustled underneath you as his arms sought your waist; head carefully tucked in your collarbone, warm breaths fanning over your neck. you mindlessly skim your hand through his chestnut locks, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers, reveling in his pleased hum.

“don't say anything else, just stay,” he whispered; vulnerability evident in the way his arms tightened their hold on your body – afraid that you would slip away, like you always did in his nightmares.

“I'm not going anywhere, hel. I don't care what happens, I can handle this. all I want is for you to trust me, okay?”

you feel him nod against you – words abandoning him in favor of a physical agreement.

for the rest of the night, murmurs of reassurances and promises filled the short space between the two of you.

helmut – for once in his life – slept with no worries; the light press of your chest to his back a visible metaphor of your loyalty.

[fandomfreak1611]

God damn it Zemo!

[moru-motto]

That’s how everything started, FUUUUUCK.

[flintt]

Zemo: Happy April Fools Day!! *Surprise/“Pranks” them by going somewhere expensive*

Y/n: Oh this is a nice kind of prank… *They put pink flamingos all over all of Zemo’s houses with a front lawn*

[amarveldisaster]

I don’t have a degrading kink but when it comes to Helmut Zemo I’m open to change