#& americanedpsycho.

[flmed]

happy birthday, jo. a note is written in patrick's handwriting, and not in jean's. there is a gift box attached to the note, wrapped up in red paper with a smalll white bow. inside, it's a pen. just like the one he gave patrick for his birthday. ( he is a troll )

marching to the man's office whilst furiously holding the gift that purposefully mimicking johann's thoughtful present couple months ago–––––johann knows that it is a bait to get him riled up &. confront the other man . . . as an opportunity to see him; patrick may be a little cliché sometimes, always looking for techniques that could force johann to encounter him, without being seen as comfortable with him–––––patrick's friends would despise that,

❝ . . . did you just return the shit i gave you? you're so lame! ❞  barging into the man's office with the office door slamming shut whilst his secretary is calling him; thankfully, nobody's in with the man, thus johann is dismissing the girl &. intentionally closing the door thus the conversation won't be heard, unless johann raises his tone, ❝ you could have done better, but no, you did this so i will come to you, isn't that right? ❞ 

[ner0ticmemories]

@americanedpsycho ashley and patrick coded i'm dying rn

[amoresis]

@americanedpsycho ➶ ˚  ❛ that’s a lot of blood. ❜

❝ fuuuck . . ❞

her voice is merely a whisper , arguably inaudible to the other considering she had her back turned to him . never once had someone walked in on her in the midst of feeding , and most definitely not when it got messy . thinking quickly in the moment , her eyes close shut as she takes a quick second to attempt a few tears , or at least some cloudiness in her eyes from forcing them to water even a little .

❝ . . can you help me ? . . he just laid here . no one was around to help him , i couldn’t just leave him alone . . ❞

suddenly remembering the blood around her mouth , her hands rise to press against her face before slowly dragging downward to spread the mess . hoping to distract from the excessive amount near her mouth and simply appear as if she had been in a panic and didn’t realize she was wiping the person’s blood onto her own skin .

❝ how — how do i check for a pulse or whatever ? he hasn’t moved in almost ten minutes . . ❞

finally , after deeming her role convincing enough when she heard the trembling in her own voice , she turns her head to look over her shoulder and sends a look of fear toward him . there’s a quiet swallow , a gulp of distress , before she exhales in feigned relief .

[ner0ticmemories]

ashley :

that one gifset of her honey patrick : exists

ashley :

[flmed]

a feigned startle upon patrick's contentious behaviour to probe thoroughly into someone–––––nobody has ever confront him forthrightly merely because the other man would provide a reason behind his curiousity, in this part, his charm tries to sway johann's frivolous unwillingness within their tug and pull game . . .

he isn't easily confided to people that profess their interest upon him, as a part of unconscious mechanism within; retreating to bait them even more &. it is proven that it is works against him, as the other candidly articulates his pattern; johann laughs, but not in defeat, as patrick continuously half-heartedly compliments him–––––he is so sure of what he wants &. it tickles johann to see,

❝ you're wrong however, i never feel bad whenever i piss you off, on the contrary, i feel amusement running through my fingers, because you see, guilt will only make you happy, ❞  punctuates with a click of tongue against the roof of his mouth, calloused fingers are rummaging inside of his suit pocket as he seeks for the cigarette case–––––johann remembers how patrick detests tobacco smoke flitting upon his mien, however his addiction does not borne from the inclination to exasperate the other, quite contrary, it is to maim his apprehension upon patrick's forthwith assumption; has he become so careless to be read through easily?

❝ for a person who is obsessive with their own routine, i don't think that i am as boring as you are or any other. i hold something you could possible not imagine, but that isn't your privilege to find out or judge what it is. we aren't as close as that, bateman. ❞ 

@americanedpsycho

“  i  like  to  know  where  people  are  and  what  they  are  doing  and  so  forth.  ”  he  rolls  his  eyes,  an  attempt  to  brush  off  his  own  question.  a  part  of  him  wants  to  know  where  his  close  associates  are  at  all  times,  in  case  he  needs  an  alibi.  the  fact  mcdermott,  his  friend,  mistook  him  for  someone  else,  unknowingly  saving  him  from  jail,  makes  him  chuckle.  “  well.  they’re  predictable.  the  rest  of  them,  i  mean.  ”  he  was  never  used  to  wit  except  for  small  talk  about  business,  women,  alcohol,  drugs,  and  fashion.  “  it’s  lunch  time.  i  believe  mcdermott  is  in  a  meeting  with  my  father,  bryce  is  downtown  somewhere  having  lunch  with  his  newest  girlfriend,  and  van  patten,  smoking  his  cigar  outside.  predictable.”  he  shrugs  before  he  throws  a  leg  over  the  other,  hand  resting  on  his  own  knee,  his  expression  remains  the  same  stoic  face.  

“  i’m  not  going  to  stroke  your  ego,  dreyman.  that’s  exactly  what  you  want  me  to  do.  you  want  me  to  make  you  feel  special  in  my  own  private  social  circle,  so  you  don’t  feel  as  bad  when  you  wind  me  up  with  your  silly  thoughts.  ”  he  tilts  his  head,  “  dont  be  predictable  as  them.  you’ll  become  boring.  i  know  you’re  not  boring.  you’re  interesting  …  to  a  degree.  ”

[americanedpsycho]

checking in with my friends across the states. I love you and I am sending you all the biggest hug. 🫂

[lookedinfinite]

starter call | @americanedpsycho

she's not antisocial, or as she has been labelled one too many times, cold or simply too stuck up to interact with others. the youngest phd student in recent history - and to anyone with eyes, perhaps just too shy to know how to speak the right amount. silence suits her though, sitting up a little against tree she's been studying under whilst waiting for bobby to leave his class.  (she's clever,  and despite her silence...  big eyes are too sharp for her features.)

she sees more than she says, more than she ever even thinks about sharing.

"have you seen bobby?" maeve remembers him - introduced in passing, a classmate of bobby's whom she hadn't been so sure about.  "robert, putnam. I mean." 

[woozyhere]

🔪 ————— continued: x @americanedpsycho

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[ SMS: PB&J (20:46) ] are YOU fucking stupid? [ SMS: PB&J (20:48) ] hold on

A huff of irritation and shut eyes to keep his cool, his fingers are flying to click call. He barely waits, speaking the very second he hears the sound of a pick-up.

"The fuck are you on about, Yup?" There's venom in his tone, the Yuppie nickname slipping out before he can stop it. He respects Patrick, but how dare he claim Stu's cuts weren't pristine! "I'm a hunter, Wallstreet. I think I know how to cut up an animal." Because their prey wasn't human; it was easier to think that way.

[artoxiic]

starter call / @americanedpsycho

she   didn't   think   much   of   it.

didn't   think   about   how  sporadically   he   answered   her   text   messages.   didn't   think   about   how   he   never   took   her   out   in  public.   didn't   think   about   how   she'd   never   met   anyone   in   his   family.   how   she'd   never   met   a   single   friend.   how   she   didn't   really   know   ANYTHING   about   it.

she   didn't   think   much   of   it   because   none   of   it   was   really   all   that  strange   to   her  ,   as   thoroughly   disturbing   as   it   sounds   to   her   now.   a   lot   of   her   relationships   have   been   equally   strange  ,   with   men   just   as   private  ,   as  eccentric.   what   does   it   say   about   her   that   she   hadn't   even  considered   it  ?

she   doesn't   want   MORE   from   patrick.  (   she's   learned   from   her   mistakes.   she   is   not   a   woman   meant   for  joy.  )   but   still  ?   he's   ENGAGED  ?   she   wanted   a   quick   lay  ,   not   to   be   the  other   woman.   her   stomach   churns   at   the   idea  ,   bile   bubbling   in   her   gut. 

“   you're   GETTING   MARRIED  ?   ”   leila   accuses   as   the   bathroom   door   opens  ,   whirling   on   him   so   quickly   the   coffee   in   her   cup   splashes   into   her   hands. 

[flmed]

a furor marching back & forth–––––apprehensively, almost bitterly snapping to speak one of the racing thoughts within his mind by the time he hears @americanedpsycho 's sneer upon johann's strained reaction to the subtle confession .. candid strings of words, spoken avidly to his face rather than using electronics to convey his affection; the first time, johann didn't think the depth of his admiration upon him, despite the confession itself was a concealed truth patrick no longer could bear, however the second-time is a slap upon his wrist–––––as it is ardent, &. unfathomably sincere admission.

johann rejects the idea of patrick to like him that much, as more than johann has ever thought to be, however his anger is justified .. because johann may have been a blind man to noticeable truth, ‘ i don't know? fuck. but it's never been that! i didn't think that you'd, truly, like me that way. i know you said that the first time, but i didn't think it was that deep .. what the hell that made you so convince that you have feelings for me–––––i mean, i don't know, i can't think right now. ‘

patrick says, "what the hell did you think i meant by that?" from a dialogue list for angry love confessions : accepting.

[jewelstole]

starter for : @americanedpsycho

she'll turn in her chair , powdering her nose in the mirror. " how can i miss you if you just won't go away ? "

[hexsreality]

@americanedpsycho requested a one-liner!

"Patrick, darling, I haven't seen you in some time, you had me worried."

[ner0ticmemories]

do you think that will make me turn good? / ashley

" turn good? " bizzare sentiment, but ashley understood where he was coming from. " it will help you do better, yes. " good was a perspective, but did have a fine line. one many knew universally.. granted, patrick bulldozed through that line, smashing it and spitting on it's grave... but for him to even inquire such a subject was a good place to start. his emotions were so full of expression with nowhere to go.. seemed only the retaliation of killing tamed his grieving beast.. that is till him and ashley met. not solely from her alone, but a teamwork effort to flow within one another.. even in difficult times such as this. " we all make mistakes.. even ones as permanent as yours. now.. " she takes notes to self of that truth. he was a dangerous man.. but to her he was peace. bratty at times, stubborn.. but equally a balance to her own torments. " .. some were deserving.. but not all of them. " and he knew that. but would he admit to it?

[flmed]

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔 :  patrick. ] : excuse you, i've got plenty of people give me attention, especially on my cock 🙄.

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔 :   patrick. ] : i'm not lightweight, i'm european, drinking's in our blood.

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔 :   patrick. ] : uh huh, &. i am a sociopath. can you even put me to bed? i doubt so. you're too skinny to lift me up. skill issue for sure.

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔:    received:  johann    ]      yeah  well  you're  also  ceo  of  the  stinky  butthole  corporation

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔:  johann.  ]  wow,  you’re  being  harsh.  what’s  the  matter  with  you?  has  no  one  gave  you  any  attention  lately?  haha.

[    𝒔𝒎𝒔:    received:  johann    ]      shut  up  i'm  gonna  poke  you  in  the  pee  hole

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔:  johann.  ]    you’re  drunk.  malibu  with  milk?  you’re  such  a  lightweight.

[      𝒔𝒎𝒔:  received  johann    ]      WHAT  KIND  OF  PSYCHOPATH  DO  YOU  THINK  I  AM  OBVIOUSLY  I  USED  MILK  :3

[  𝒔𝒎𝒔:  johann.  ]    i  am  a  psychopath.  go  to  bed  dreyman  before  i  put  you  to  bed  myself.

@flmed unhinged text messagess meme

[cartelheir]

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

questions for muns. accepting! / @americanedpsycho

i don't think i have a straight answer to that question because honestly there's been so many people who impacted my writing. the main author i gotta bring up is g.illian f.lynn, whose books i've been reading since i was like 14 and it gave me the push i needed to write complicated, villainous women, and to be unapologetic about it. going from trying to make my characters as nice and likable as possible then reading her books and being like huh i can do that?? was definitely a game-changer for me.

reading screenplays and using film and tv as a way to study writing as opposed to just literature also impacted my writing a lot. this is how i got better at writing dialogue and pacing. but i can't for the life of me name any specific writers rn 😂 there's also been fanfiction writers that really opened my eyes to different genres and writing styles, and even years later i find myself thinking of their writing when constructing certain sentences.

other muns in the rpc, too! my friend @citylighten, who i met during her rp days, is definitely a good example. from the beginning we shared an obsession for the crime genre, and seeing how hard she went into that world rather than just staying in the surface just made me really admire her writing. also the amount of thought she puts into all the backstories and npcs and research is just 😗🤌 it made me wanna step up my game. i definitely feel like my writing is different now from what it used to be before i met her and i love that.

[americanedpsycho]

who slays ? he slays.