Dietrich Holtzmann

Indie Marvel Based Villain OC. Mutant. Mun and Muse 25+ “A weapon is a weapon regardless of whether it possess a brain.”

[dietrichholtzmann]

"I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it for the sheer pleasure of destruction."

Psycho for Hire starters||ACCEPTING

Daylight had gone and with it so too had the business professional side to Dietrich for when the light has faded his true passions are unleashed. Night brings a welcome invitation to the nefarious dealings of not Holtzman Enterprises but rather W.I.S.E. His question hung in the air, that less than subtle questions of what it’s going to cost him only to be met with an unprecedented answer. 

There’s amusement very clearly written into the lines of his smirk, he’s satisfied with her statement and there’s no secret about it. In truth he derives pleasure from chaos, just as much as anyone else with their own sinister motives does, chaos is like a well written ballet, it’s rather gorgeous. His smirked slowly elves into a smile as his back presses into the chair behind him, hands clasped in his lap as he tilts his head just the slightest bit to the side. “An admirable pursuit then.” 

[justanotherrpmeme]

Psycho for Hire starters

"Money's nice, but there's nothing like the thrill of ending someone's existence." "Ah, another day, another chance to make someone scream. I love my job." "You paid for a show, and I'm here to deliver the bloodiest performance." "The screams of the innocent are like music to my ears. Best part of the job, really." "You wanted someone gone, right? Well, they won't be bothering you anymore." "No need to thank me. I enjoy making people suffer, especially for a paycheck." "Money talks, but blood screams louder. Let the games begin." "Your enemies won't know what hit them. I'll make sure they feel every moment." "You pay, I play. Let the carnage commence." "I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it for the sheer pleasure of destruction." "Some call it madness; I call it a vocation. Now, who's on the chopping block?" "Contracts are just an excuse. I'd do this for free, but why not get paid for it?"

[SLASHES] The sender revels in slashing the air with their weapon. [LAUGHS] The sender's maniacal laughter echoes as they approach the receiver. [TOYS] The sender toys with a razor-sharp blade, twirling it before making a menacing advance. [STALKS] The sender silently stalks the receiver. [CRUELTY] The sender inflicts pain on the receiver. [CHOKES] The sender tightens their grip around the receiver's throat. [CHARGES] The sender charges towards the receiver.

[melamemea]

send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

[adriftwords-deactivated20240103]

Starters for Enemies to Friends

We on a roll. warnings: threats of violence.

DIALOGUE:

“I had nowhere else to go.” 

“You’ve changed.” 

“Have you always been this… not awful?” 

“What? Are we friends now? 

“Who did this?” 

“Trust me. For once in your damn life, trust me.” 

“I may not like you, but I do not despise you either.” 

“They will lose their sanity before you lose your life. I promise you.” 

“Whatever you think you’re doing, do not.” 

“This is not caring. This is admiration.” 

“I admire your courage to jump head-first into battle without any significant preparation. Kudos.” 

“Breathe, and do not stop. I’ll be back.” 

“Hurt them, and die.” 

“Stay over at my place tonight. I won’t try anything.” 

“That's your ex? Hmph.” 

“A tentative truce?” 

“I have your back… with or without a dagger.” 

“I’ll catch you. This time.” 

“Grab my hand—it's not poisoned.” 

“This is my phone number. As long as you do not abuse it, you may keep it.” 

“Text me if things go south and I’m not the cause.” 

“Where are you?” 

“Don’t come back for me. That wasn’t in our truce.” 

“They think I’ll hurt you.” “You won’t. I know you won’t.” 

“Your touch is comforting. Strange, for a person like you. But I’ll accept it.” 

“Why are you offering me your sweatshirt?” "Shock, take it."

“Don’t move. I’m here to help.” “A—Are you??” 

[inuhiime]

:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ──── ⪩⪨ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

' perhaps i'll say a prayer for her. a small one. '

' it holds little appeal for me, to be honest. '

' what do you mean, no? '

' there are no innocents! not anymore! '

' the devil lied! why should we be surprised? '

' now i bring your death. you had your chance. '

' oh, hell. i'm sorry. '

' if you leave now, we'll say no more about it. '

' what do you hope to achieve against us? '

' you're going to die for nothing? "

' it's not the dying that frightens us. '

' what advantage does my anger buy you? '

' i would very much like to hear the story of how that happened. '

' do you still not understand the enormity of what we're doing? '

' the sun will set, but you will not see it rise. '

' careful. you almost sounded excited about something. '

' you're not even a little bit impressed? '

' are you going to continue questioning me? '

' i choose my death, as i chose my life. '

' i told you before, i won't let you do it. '

' you didn't kill me before. you won't kill me now. '

' you want this to end as much as i do. '

' if you don't have your own story, you become part of someone else's. '

' i've been cruel. it's a cruel world. '

' i was nice. and then i met you, and now i'm like you. '

[dietrichholtzmann]

“A weapon is a weapon regardless of whether it possess a brain.” I followed just because of that line. Damn.

// Bahaha Yeahhhh he's insaneeee but I love him

[christophfanalways]

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[dietrichholtzmann]

elijahlawrencebancroft​:

dietrichholtzmann​:

Didn’t ask for anything but gets something anyway @elijahlawrencebancroft​

Both Holtzmann Enterprises and W.I.S.E. are at the point of their existence that both can function without his physical presence, He can run either of them from any of his locations in the world, in truth it’s how Dietrich has managed to keep his alternative identity a veiled mystery. That said he currently finds himself in his homeland, enjoying the home in which he feels most comfortable. A comfort however that today would seem short lived. 

Given both his legitimate and less than legitimate lines of work all his homes are securely protected. Motion triggers the remote targeting systems and they rise from the ground, guns trained on the intruder. Dietrich of course takes his time to walk to the monitors that display a live feed, after all there’s nothing to worry about, one wrong move and said intruder ceases to exist. His brow arches upwards as zooms in on the familiar face. Over the intercom comes his voice. “I thought you were dead.” 

It’s with that the defenses lower back into the in ground resting place, Dietrich opening the front door to see his old friend, “Elijah.” 

On the outside Bancroft’s response to the security was to hold his hands up, though only at chest height in a calming gesture rather than surrender. He had known the other man had plenty of security; why wouldn’t he? Bancroft could sense it all as he’d approached and could easily had fried it, but that was an expensive and time consuming thing to fix (yet he was still tempted to do so next time, just to mess with his old friend).

Internally, there was a brief moment of fear though, while he waited. What if the man wasn’t actually home and there was no one to call off the weapons? Then he would have to fry the system, unless he wanted to be shot…

I thought you were dead.

Bancroft looked offended for a moment then, after pausing to think about it, shrugged and tucked his gloved hands into his coat pockets.

Originally posted by ladyannelister

”It would seem— not, Dietrich,” it was clear in the way Bancroft said his name that he wasn’t happy. “Of course I am not dead! Why would I be?“ he knew exactly why one would assume him dead, but that didn’t stop him from his usual indirect way of speaking.

Whereas surely most people would appear tense given the situation Dietrich is the epitome of calm, perhaps a touch annoyed given the fact no prior word was given to either being alive or his stopping by but even still the other man leaned against his doorframe, arms crossing over his chest as he titled his head to the side in a slight show of amusement. It’s almost charming really, the soft smile that sits on his lips as he watches Bancroft’s hands lower from their initial level of surrender. 

His smile only widens at the way in which his friend says his name, it’s touchy and well they were close enough friends that annoyance with one another was fairly common. “Surely you don’t need me to elaborate on my assumption.” He looked at him and pushed away from the doorframe to step inside, a silent invitation for his friend to come in. 

[christophfanalways]

The Consultant, episode 4

[christophfanalways]

Christoph Waltz in The Consultant!

[christophwaltzlovehim]

Christoph Waltz❤️

[dietrichholtzmann]

 shieldsfilemistress​:

Chen has no shame asking him for a donation. The money is going entirely towards helping kids in need and the communities around them. And if someone with deep pockets was willing to help see her dream come true, why shouldn’t she take advantage of it?

She follows his lead and takes a step too. “Our next project will be a community center near the new location of the Home for Displaced Youths. A sizeable donation of whatever you can spare can help make that dream a reality. Plus earn a few tax credits.” She knew how much rich people loved having to avoid taxes.

Dietrich gestures toward one of the open tables near them, knowing he’s going to need some sort of surface to write the check upon. He does it all whilst listening to her explanation for what the latest project for the home is. Whilst she speaks he pulls out one of the chairs for her and offers a hand should she require it before moving over to another chair and taking a seat. He flips the checkbook open and takes the fountain pen from the same pocket the book had been in. “A noble project that I’m sure the children would enjoy.” He grinned at her comment about the tax credits. ‘A win win situation then.” He took the cap off the pen and started to write. “Four million then, sizable enough to make a difference, yes?” 

[dietrichholtzmann]

shieldsfilemistress​:

She managed a small smile at his woman of the hour comment. “Thank you. I’m sure you’re fully aware that these things are all about putting on your best.” She nodded. “Either way, everyone at the Home appreciates you being here. The new place has a long road ahead of it and we’re hoping to pave the way to make it easier tonight.”

Dietrich is no stranger to how charity events work and of course that means he’s been anticipating the moment she’d find him and his essentially limitless pocketbook. He slips one hand into his pocket as he took a step away from the others he was socializing with moments ago so they could better hear each other instead of the conversation the others were in the midst of. “They are, yes, of course.” He nodded in agreement with the events being about putting your best out. Without hesitation he took the hand he’d put in his pocket out of it and reached instead into the inner pocket of his suit jacket to remove his checkbook and a pen. “What is it I can do to help?” 

[dietrichholtzmann]

shieldsfilemistress​:

“Mr. Holtzmann.” Chen said his name to get his attention, not wanting to startle a potential large donor. She was on her best behavior, standing as straight as she could manage and keeping a kind, but professional look on her face. “Thank you for joining us tonight. I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

Dietrich’s attention was removed from he conversation he’d been engaged in with some old friends when he’d heard his name just as he popped one of the cheesy crackers in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed just as he turned, taking a quick swig of the Champagne before smiling. “The woman of the hour.” He grinned, his accent as per usual thick as he spoke. “You look stunning, my dear.” He started. ‘I would rather be no where else.” 

[dietrichholtzmann]

Just as Tony Stark and Justin Hammer’s names are well known in their social circles and in the press alike so too is Dietrich’s and thus he can very often be found attending the largest charity events especially when it comes to those foundations that he most often donates to. 

When he’d learned of the gala to rebuild the Steele Home he’d not hesitated to purchase a ticket and bring along his checkbook. Currently he was idly chatting with some of the other billionaires in the room, sipping some champagne and munching on those fairly delectable crackers adorned with cheese. 

It’s a room filled with what could be construed as enemies, countless Shield agents and Avengers alike in attendance but it doesn’t worry Dietrich in the slightest, he has the perfect cover and no one suspects a thing.