The Dark Messiah

"There comes a time in which the only thing the world needs to be saved from is itself." Independent Helmut J. Zemo

[xdarkmessiahx]

"How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?" - @hailhydrasheads

“I suppose it would be in the same manner that they get as many meat-headed, chest-thumping buffoons in one place as they tend to do.” Helmut gave the soldier a once-over with one lifted brow. “Empty promises, financial incentives, a perhaps a stroke of the ego or two.”

[hailhydrasheads]

“Well, I know where I stand,” he grinned impishly before thumping his chest with a closed fist before looking around them with a sly smirk. He really didn’t know why he was there if he wasn’t on protection detail or as an agent on hand, but he wasn’t going to complain just yet, “But HYDRA didn’t need all that for me. Just something to point me at.”

[xdarkmessiahx]

Helmut pantomimed taking note of the comment. "...He was born murderously psychopathic. Understood." He knew that antagonizing his security detail on such an important task was not a great way to keep himself alive at this rate, but they made it so easy. "I suppose Hydra is quite lucky to have you. Personally I'm glad to have made it out." Flippant condescension traced every word. "Not nearly enough pay for all the pseudo-spiritual fascist dogma."

[xdarkmessiahx]

"Who in their right mind named you 'Helmut'?"

"..."

"...Isn't your name literally 'dog', though?"

[theclawedking]

"No one named me that though, I gave myself that name. Though no one seems to be using it these days" he scoffed at his own comment somewhat

[xdarkmessiahx]

Helmut laughed out loud. "And you're questioning the mental state of the ones who gave me my name when you gave yourself 'Daken'?!" He shrugged dramatically, genuinely surprised at the audacity. "No wonder no one who cares about you uses it. It makes you sound like an edgy teenager."

[xdarkmessiahx]

@kingcrossbones said:

Brock was looking up at Helmut as he was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back and moved his hands slowly to try and wiggle them out of the binds.

“Who sent ya? What did they offer you, money? Didn't expect you to be bought that easy, pretty boy," he smirked and licked his lips as he looked up at the other with a sheepish look on his face, noticing Helmut going for the gun.

He chuckled at the electricity, unimpressed and even turned his head to the side, giving access to his neck. His skin was burned and with the nerves damaged he could hardly feel anything anymore.

“Go on, give that a try, sweetheart. The most you can do is give me a boner," he winked and started laughing.

Helmut scoffed incredulously, placing a hand on his hip and cocking an eyebrow. “Come now, Drecksköter, look at me. Do I look like I’m in any need of money?” His chocolate brown leather coat, micro-mail body suit, and mask alone cost almost two fortunes, much less the equipment stored in his belt and pockets. “I was made an offer I would be foolish to refuse, and it came with enough perks to keep me on the leash, for now.”

This was a good look for Rumlow: such ego and chest-thumbing bravado brought so low at his feet. Helmut took the soldier’s chin between his thumb and index finger, the amperage coursing through his gloves enough to singe the scarred skin, and stepped closer.

“Let’s keep our inside thoughts inside, and our ‘boners’ to ourselves, shall we?” He returned the wink with a dash of condescending venom. “Dogs who can’t control themselves end up neutered.” His brows shot up. “Now that I mention it, that might do you well. You could finally reign in all this hormonal aggression and make something of yourself. I’m no surgeon, but it doesn’t look too difficult.”

[kingcrossbones]

Brock's eyes shifted with a lazy blink and took note of the knife, slightly amused but also somewhat disappointed, and rolled his eyes with a sigh as he let go of Helmut's wrist as if it was a rotten piece of fruit. His eyes moved from the knife to the other's, with a bored expression on his face.

"I may be predictable, fine, but at least I'm not as boring as you. A knife to the fuckin eye? Really!?" he scoffed but started laughing at the man's next words. "You lost yer touch, pretty boy, I am playing nice. Maybe you need a reminder of what I'm capable of, hm?!" Brock smirked and winked, he was not threatening Helmut in any way as Brock found no interest nor the mental bandwidth to go into a useless fight with him. Helmut's skills were much more of a use to him if they worked together.

In the same teasing tone Brock continued as he gently waved the blade from his eye with the back of his fingers "Will it make you feel better if I go down on my knees again, darlin'?"

[xdarkmessiahx]

Boring. Yes, this had been rather boring. All of his other little assigned fetch quests had been much more dramatic: the marks had run, or screamed, or cried, or begged, or had at least tried to outfox him. Rumlow barely seemed aware enough to have a reaction. In Helmut's experience, Rumlow's stupidity had run the gamut between infuriating to endearing to useful to downright burdensome. Now, Helmut thought as spun his knife in his hand, it was all four at the same time.

"You'd still be useful with only one eye," Helmut sighed, still unimpressed by Brock's bravado, "and frankly that would be all that mattered." Holstering his knife, Helmut chuckled softly at the suggestion. "Perhaps it would." He suddenly grinned. "In fact..." With a crackle of electricity, Helmut pivoted and drove his gloved fist directly into Rumlow's side to deliver a powerful dose of shocking energy, holding it in place to deliver an even greater shock, "I think it's where you look best."

[xdarkmessiahx]

React: Having a stranger anonymously send them lingerie.

As Helmut flicked his knife across the thin line of tape holding the cardboard box closed, he snorted softly to himself in amusement. Gifts were not something he came by often, and it was more likely for any package he received to be a fragment bomb or a vial of anthrax than anything else. The simplicity of the container intrigued him, though, and with this free hand he gingerly opened it.

"Oh." Helmut's brows shot up as he realized what was inside the box. He traced the black lace and neoprene straps with his eyes slowly, as if trying to find any indication that it might be something else. He found none as he lifted it from the box and let it drape downwards into his field of vision, or rather what of it could drape. The fabric was nearly translucent, meaning that whatever skin was not open to the air was just barely not. He looked it over again, and noted the pair of matching garters still resting in the box.

"Well," he sighed, folding the garment, "I suppose this means I'll be trimming up tonight."

[pizzaprompts]

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I tried to make these diverse enough to fit most settings, but please do try and consider the muse when sending the question!

Send one of the following to find out how my muse would react to:

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Being bitten by a zombie in a zombie apocalypse.

Finding out that they had magic all along.

Finding out they were secretly royalty.

Finding out they were adopted.

Having their childhood best friend admit they always had a crush on them.

Discovering their superpowers.

Finding out that aliens are secretly living on Earth.

Finding out that ghosts are real.

Dying and then coming back to life.

Being the sole survivor of something that should have killed everyone.

Finding a long-lost sibling.

Being lost on an alien planet.

Being ditched on a double-date with someone they're not interested in.

Finding out they're famous for something really, really embarrassing.

Inheriting a fortune from a rich relative they didn't know existed.

Being hit on by someone they idolize.

Having a stranger anonymously send them lingerie.

Having someone they have a crush on fall asleep in their lap.

Having a hoard of very cute animals unleashed on them.

Having two arguing strangers drag them in to decide who's in the right.

[xdarkmessiahx]

@kingcrossbones said:

Brock was looking up at Helmut as he was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back and moved his hands slowly to try and wiggle them out of the binds.

“Who sent ya? What did they offer you, money? Didn't expect you to be bought that easy, pretty boy," he smirked and licked his lips as he looked up at the other with a sheepish look on his face, noticing Helmut going for the gun.

He chuckled at the electricity, unimpressed and even turned his head to the side, giving access to his neck. His skin was burned and with the nerves damaged he could hardly feel anything anymore.

“Go on, give that a try, sweetheart. The most you can do is give me a boner," he winked and started laughing.

Helmut scoffed incredulously, placing a hand on his hip and cocking an eyebrow. “Come now, Drecksköter, look at me. Do I look like I’m in any need of money?” His chocolate brown leather coat, micro-mail body suit, and mask alone cost almost two fortunes, much less the equipment stored in his belt and pockets. “I was made an offer I would be foolish to refuse, and it came with enough perks to keep me on the leash, for now.”

This was a good look for Rumlow: such ego and chest-thumbing bravado brought so low at his feet. Helmut took the soldier’s chin between his thumb and index finger, the amperage coursing through his gloves enough to singe the scarred skin, and stepped closer.

“Let’s keep our inside thoughts inside, and our ‘boners’ to ourselves, shall we?” He returned the wink with a dash of condescending venom. “Dogs who can’t control themselves end up neutered.” His brows shot up. “Now that I mention it, that might do you well. You could finally reign in all this hormonal aggression and make something of yourself. I’m no surgeon, but it doesn’t look too difficult.”

[kingcrossbones]

As the hand around his jaw tightened, the electric shocks only delved deeper into his flesh, and Brock's eyes closed for a second, leaning further into the touch with a grunt of pain as his back arched, a sharp contrast to Helmut's calm demeanor as he went on explaining. At hearing the name, Brock stopped trying to free his hands momentarily and opened his eyes with a twitch; he did not like her very much, at all, in fact, but remained silent, almost panting against the other's palm. He groaned with the extra jolt received as Helmut made his point. He could be silent and take the pain but he just didn't want to hold back. Even if it frustrated him that he couldn't see it, Brock was sure that the hurt Helmut caused him, and seeing his reactions would bring back memories, as it did him.

He had to admit that the idea didn't sound that bad and he could understand why Helmut chose to join. It was an opportunity more than anything. However much Brock disliked her, she had the smarts to put together something that could actually work, and Brock's business wasn't going all that well lately, but… "Val? Really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and cringed, his hand starting to move again very slowly as he rotated it, the sweat caused by the pain actually helped in sliding his hand out of the binds and the moment his hand was free, Brock locked eyes with Helmut and in one swift but graceful movement he grabbed the man's wrist and freed his chin as he stood up all in the same motion. He stepped closer, with a dark grin as the crackle of electricity sparkled from Helmut's fingers held up to their side. Brock tilted his head, his eyes were dark but softened by his smile. "Woof," he said softly, hinting at Helmut's 'good boy' request.

[xdarkmessiahx]

Brock almost seemed to move in slow motion as his hand appeared in Helmut’s field of vision as he gripped his captor’s wrist and rose to standing. The man was a killing machine no doubt, deadly and well-trained, much quicker than his rugged muscular frame would imply. Helmut, however, simply had the edge when it came to reaction. The serum in his blood surged to life in that exact moment, sending his brain into a cool, calculated overdrive. He almost laughed in Brock’s face. Had he forgotten that it was impossible to out-fox a fox?

As he felt the fingers begin to tighten around his wrist, Helmut’s hand reflexively traveled to his belt and slid his long, serrated knife from its sheath and, in one fluid motion, spun it in his hand to angle it in the precursor of a full overhanded stabbing thrust. The tip of the blade was just shy of a centimeter from the soldier’s eye before it froze with the gentlest flex of Helmut’s elbow.

“Predictable as always,” Helmut sighed in disappointment, the blade glowing with a faint bluish hue as his glove’s electrical current coursed through it, “maybe old dogs can’t learn new tricks.”

The playful bark from Brock softened Helmut’s countenance just slightly, but he did not move from his advantageous position. “Perhaps you’re willing to play nice then?”

[xdarkmessiahx]

@kingcrossbones said:

Brock was looking up at Helmut as he was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back and moved his hands slowly to try and wiggle them out of the binds.

“Who sent ya? What did they offer you, money? Didn't expect you to be bought that easy, pretty boy," he smirked and licked his lips as he looked up at the other with a sheepish look on his face, noticing Helmut going for the gun.

He chuckled at the electricity, unimpressed and even turned his head to the side, giving access to his neck. His skin was burned and with the nerves damaged he could hardly feel anything anymore.

“Go on, give that a try, sweetheart. The most you can do is give me a boner," he winked and started laughing.

Helmut scoffed incredulously, placing a hand on his hip and cocking an eyebrow. “Come now, Drecksköter, look at me. Do I look like I’m in any need of money?” His chocolate brown leather coat, micro-mail body suit, and mask alone cost almost two fortunes, much less the equipment stored in his belt and pockets. “I was made an offer I would be foolish to refuse, and it came with enough perks to keep me on the leash, for now.”

This was a good look for Rumlow: such ego and chest-thumbing bravado brought so low at his feet. Helmut took the soldier’s chin between his thumb and index finger, the amperage coursing through his gloves enough to singe the scarred skin, and stepped closer.

“Let’s keep our inside thoughts inside, and our ‘boners’ to ourselves, shall we?” He returned the wink with a dash of condescending venom. “Dogs who can’t control themselves end up neutered.” His brows shot up. “Now that I mention it, that might do you well. You could finally reign in all this hormonal aggression and make something of yourself. I’m no surgeon, but it doesn’t look too difficult.”

[kingcrossbones]

Brock huffed, starting to feel a little uncomfortable as the kneeling posture was not something he was accustomed to. Of course he didn't think that money was involved, it was just something he said to give the man the opportunity to correct him and find out a little more without directly asking. It still wasn't enough to figure out who had it out for him, although his enemies were many and the information was not enough to narrow it down.

He leaned into Helmut's touch like a cat, extending his neck and smiling up at the other but when the electric shocks made it through whatever was left of his nerves, his jaw tightened and had just the slightest squint of pain in his eyes that turned to surprise and then frowned but did not move his head. "Yer not gonna have my junk off, so get yer head out of my pants, darlin'," and sensed that he almost had one hand out of the binds, not that he planned on doing anything if he was to free himself, at least not yet. He didn't feel threatened by Helmut, he was more interested in who and what was offered.

"Now will you stop with the foreplay and tell me who the hell sent ya and what the fuck they offered?" he shuddered minutely and could feel the sting of electricity across his skin, the parts of it that had no burns, now full of goosebumps.

[xdarkmessiahx]

Helmut was glad for his mask even in the sweltering heat for the split second that he felt his expression soften as Brock leaned into his touch. It was truly nostalgic to feel the scruffy jaw press against his palm, and it filled his mind with memories of gentle, rough hands and surprisingly soft lips from years in the past and hundreds of miles away. The world had not been kind to either of them it seemed, and his willpower spiked as to not simply continue to lean into old habits.

Thankfully, Brock’s abrupt change in expression snapped Zemo back to the moment at hand. This was negotiation. This was conflict.

“How like you,” Helmut growled softly, tightening his grip on Brock’s jaw, “always wanting to skip straight to business. Fine. It will save time for pillow talk, if you’re a good boy.”

His tone smoothed to an icy monotone. “I represent the Contessa Valeria Allegra de Fontaine, director of SWORD, and be extension,” he paused, half for dramatic effect and half to let the bitter taste of the bitch’s name clear his palette, “the United States government. You see, the Contessa is collecting a select group of individuals to serve as her covert operations division: individuals that are experienced, deadly, and most of all, “he paused again, “expendable.”

Helmut almost laughed at the situation he now realized he himself was in. The Contessa was not stupid. She could have sent anyone else for this mission; the magician, the robot, any one of them. But she had chosen to send Helmut, knowing well their history. This was not a show of confidence. It was a blatant taunt designed to get a reaction out of Helmut. The injection point on the side of his neck stung with remembrance, and he could practically feel the micro-bots skittering through his bloodstream. If he faltered, the Contessa would shock him and leave him at best crippled. If Brock resisted, Helmut would be forced to kill him or risk being deep fried. If Helmut was successful, the Contessa had another plaything to throw at her problems until they dropped dead. In any way he pictured it, the Contessa would win. Clever, clever girl.

“The Contessa has selected you for fulfilling all of these requirements, at least to her liking. And it’s now my responsibility to take you in to answer the draft,” he grinned, tapping Brock’s jaw to add a little extra jolt, “in any way you make necessary.”

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

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[xdarkmessiahx]

@kingcrossbones said:

Brock was looking up at Helmut as he was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back and moved his hands slowly to try and wiggle them out of the binds.

“Who sent ya? What did they offer you, money? Didn't expect you to be bought that easy, pretty boy," he smirked and licked his lips as he looked up at the other with a sheepish look on his face, noticing Helmut going for the gun.

He chuckled at the electricity, unimpressed and even turned his head to the side, giving access to his neck. His skin was burned and with the nerves damaged he could hardly feel anything anymore.

“Go on, give that a try, sweetheart. The most you can do is give me a boner," he winked and started laughing.

Helmut scoffed incredulously, placing a hand on his hip and cocking an eyebrow. “Come now, Drecksköter, look at me. Do I look like I’m in any need of money?” His chocolate brown leather coat, micro-mail body suit, and mask alone cost almost two fortunes, much less the equipment stored in his belt and pockets. “I was made an offer I would be foolish to refuse, and it came with enough perks to keep me on the leash, for now.”

This was a good look for Rumlow: such ego and chest-thumbing bravado brought so low at his feet. Helmut took the soldier’s chin between his thumb and index finger, the amperage coursing through his gloves enough to singe the scarred skin, and stepped closer.

“Let’s keep our inside thoughts inside, and our ‘boners’ to ourselves, shall we?” He returned the wink with a dash of condescending venom. “Dogs who can’t control themselves end up neutered.” His brows shot up. “Now that I mention it, that might do you well. You could finally reign in all this hormonal aggression and make something of yourself. I’m no surgeon, but it doesn’t look too difficult.”

[xdarkmessiahx]

"If you're gonna kill me, just kill me, but for the love of god, shut the fuck up!" / 😆 Hiii!

Helmut clucked his tongue in admonishment. “You don’t honestly think you’ll be able to get rid of me that easily, do you? My instructions were to bring a runaway dog to heel. Far be it from me to deny them.”

“And besides,” he purred, holstering his gun, “I rather enjoy teaching obedience.” A finger tapped the palm of his micro-mail glove causing it to crackle loudly with electricity. “The choice is yours, Fido: be a good boy, or it’s back to the pound, black and blue.”

[rpmemes-galore]

a collection of my own writings … sentence starters a warning for dark themes and profanity

“ i still have the scars. “

“ you will not hurt me, again. “

“ and, despite it all, i survived. “

“ my innocence died with them. “

“ please, give me a reason to stay. “

“ eventually, you just get used to it. “

“ even hell would spit me back out. “

“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “

“ remorse has no place in my heart. “

“ i’m sorry. i never meant to change. “

“ strike me again and you will learn… “

“ i am stronger than this. i have to be. “

“ ——– but, you said that you loved me? “

“ you point and laugh as i crack and break. “

“ is there anything left in your shallow heart? “

“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “

“ how did your gentle heart become so jaded? “

“ don’t cry for me, now. don’t you dare. not you. “

“ you’ve been fighting too hard for too long, now. “

“ my halo keeps slipping down. it’s choking me, now. “

“ their lives aren’t worthless. they’re just… worth less. “

“ your touch does not need to be soft. i will not break. “

“ i’ve paid for my sins. now, i come to collect for yours. “

“ your hands looked like safety… until they turned to fists. “

“ i was too young. i didn’t know. i tried. i did try. i am sorry. “ 

“ there is nothing beautiful about the way i’ve been broken. “

“ but moving on means letting you go, and i’m not ready, yet. “

“ spit out the blood and keep going. be strong. they still need you. “

“ someday, i’ll be strong enough, brave enough… not today, not yet. “

” poor little lamb, so lost and afraid… bleating for help that never came. “

“ you threaten to throw me to the wolves? do it. i’ll be in better company there. “

“ in all these years, your arms are the only place that have ever felt like a home. “

“ as the flames rise, i will laugh while you choke on the ashes of all your mistakes. “

“ you were iron and i was glass. how easy it must have been to shatter me at your feet. “

“ the worst part is when i can look someone in the eye and say ‘ it’s okay, i’m used to it’. “

“ ‘ where’s your conscience? where’s your heart? ‘  they’re six feet under, dead and gone. “

“ come back to bed, my dear. you’ve woven these sheets with webs of lies… now sleep in it. “

“ i don’t know which is worse: remembering everything you did to me, or knowing that you don’t. “

“ you are whole galaxies encased behind patient smiles and a gentle heart, beautiful and infinite. “

“ you are a thunderstorm. fierce. intense. powerful. dangerous. and I wouldn’t want you any other way. “

“ somehow, without me even realizing it, you became so, so important… the most important part of my life. “

“ i was broken, again and again, melted down, remade, reforged, until nothing remained of who i’d been before. “

“ all of your pretty words cannot convince me there is a shred of beauty left in that vile, putrid wreckage you presume to call a heart. “

“ they shattered you apart, rebuilt you from the shards. and, now, when you look in the mirror… you can’t even tell who you used to be. “

“ you deserve so much more than these jagged pieces…  these shards of what i used to be. because, in the end, they will only cut you down. “

[xdarkmessiahx]

"Who in their right mind named you 'Helmut'?"

"..."

"...Isn't your name literally 'dog', though?"

[starsxchains-a]

@xdarkmessiahx is asking the big questions -> " What's the endgame here? Where does it all lead? "

Steve thought for a moment, slipping his hands into his pockets as he shrugged, "Simple, really." He said, "To make the world a safer place- Toss out all that chaos, all the wars. Since humans can't be trusted to do that on their own, we need to be the ones to take the reigns."

[xdarkmessiahx]

Helmut cocked an eyebrow. How dreadfully succinct. "You speak as though you are not a human yourself," he mused, looking Rogers up and down as if searching for some semblance of divinity, "fallible and prone to animal weaknesses." He attempted to gauge a reaction before returning to his tinkering with the small device in his hand. "In my experience, the most human thing in the world to do is to try to bend others to your own will."

[skullsandsteel-a]

@xdarkmessiahx said -> “   Your chains are broken, but are you truly free? ”

"What the fuck kind'a question is that? 'Course I am-- HYDRA's boot ain't on my neck no more." Except he wasn't, not really. HYDRA's influence ran deep, and the training he went through stuck even deeper. But, fuck that, he'd never admit it. Rumlow crossed his arms, glancing sidelong at him. "But, really, it ain't any of your goddamn business."

[xdarkmessiahx]

Helmut swallowed a chuckle behind his thin, skeptical smile. "Forgive me; I did not realize that it was such a sore subject. Due to the lack of booted necks between us and all." He could practically see the steam radiating off of the soldier. Barely a nudge and Rumlow was ready to explode. Helmut could use that. "It's in my nature to pursue the philosophical. Ideology is currency in this day and age."

[xdarkmessiahx]

"How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?" - @hailhydrasheads

“I suppose it would be in the same manner that they get as many meat-headed, chest-thumping buffoons in one place as they tend to do.” Helmut gave the soldier a once-over with one lifted brow. “Empty promises, financial incentives, a perhaps a stroke of the ego or two.”

[adriles]

Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon

[astrronomemes]

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

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Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

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Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

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Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together