#* in character. interaction. americanedpsycho.

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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? ❞ 

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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.  ”

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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃:  an  independent,  selective    &  private characters from american psycho.   extremely  low  activity  &  heavily  plot  driven,  sideblog  to  @americanedpsycho.  based  on  bret  easton  ellis’  novel and  mary  harron’s  adaptation  of  american  psycho.  heavily headcanon based.  exploring  the  depths  of  narcissism, injustice of misogyny, undiagnosed and diagnosed mental illness, the fascination with materialism, selfishness and the question of how far one is willing to go. explored  by  lauren  (26,  she/her,  gmt  time  zone).  non-mutuals,  minors  &  personal  blogs  do  not  interact.  est.  january  2024.

temporary rules refer to main blog.

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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.

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there's always a little hesitancy whenever a soft plea is emitting from @americanedpsycho ––––– unexpected, albeit predicted as he pushes the man from the bay of the door in swift pace thus patrick falls upon the sofa .. nimble hands audaciously pulling his tie therefore he is forced to confront his face, with johann's body entrapping him above; a threat, or a banter .. laced within lecherous provocation. johann;s twisting the tie to force patrick to get even closer, with his lips o'er his, &. a simper eventually gracing impudently, ‘ where do you want me? do you think i will give it to you? as you asked me to? ‘

patrick says, ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ from ���𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . accepting

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exasperated sigh is dissipating from his lips whilst nonchalant eyes are rolling in unison . . . ever cautious man, regardless of the fact that the man fathoms that johann is also attentive upon confidential situations; @americanedpsycho has dragged him from his office by the chuffs to the edge of the building, impetuously marching as if he bears unwanted notice, possibly from his father, or something worse than that . . . of which johann doesn't know exactly, as he gestures to the closed door behind him,

‘ what the hell happened? ’ the man approaches him, rather berating with his hands are hidden within the pockets &. yet a concern is lacing within his hues; despite his façade to be impious so he won't appear that he cares about the other, it is to be said that he has grown fond of him. ‘ did your father sack you? or am i being sacked because i spent a time with you as colleagues? or whatever it is, i think it's totally bullshit. ‘ / WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROMPTS .

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an unexpected, dour silence is uncomfortably seeping through upon the vacant utensils––––––jaws are slightly agape to leam the information that has been uttered, of which soon be followed by thunderous laughter &. claps bombinating from the table . . . the narcissistic has stolen the people's attention once again because he couldn't comprehend that anybody, anyone else has an amiable charisma that want to be scrutinized .. everyone else in the table has already known about pat.rick bateman, but nobody truly knows about johann dreyman; a foreigner who tries his best to camouflaged as their own &. it doesn't sit well for the other because johann is nobody, patrick is somebody; somebody that likes to tell jokes that they're a criminal &. it becomes a competition to imagine the worse could happen to someone they have killed,

@americanedpsycho said, "sometimes i like to kill people,"

‘ . . . . &. i do too, ’ petulant beam, with digits scraping the metal fork underneath the table . . . there was yet another silence, waiting for the pinnacle of hilarity that should be spoken within their business, subtle social cue––––––men staring on their expensive wristwatches, men fondling on the tip of their necktie or their collar .. even the suspenders beneath their suit jackets as a comfort because women aren't present in their table . . . . businessmen &. their obsession to have a competition because it what makes them alive &. create immoral stories of self to be respected .. though his story is a real one, but people would see it as a mere joke to humour patrick's jest .. because their stories are hilarious gag to sell products, ‘ how do you like it, rick? knives, matches, or is it smothering? i like to light fire––––––makes them feel alive for a second when they feel themselves get flamed. ’

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digits are thrumming deliberately upon the wooden surface as he waits for his meal to come–––––a sardonic muse abruptly flashes within his mind as he watches the other man has already eaten his food without waiting the other person; vexed, the entitlement within bateman's family is inevitable, however he would think that because patrick has invited him for lunch, he'd prefer to have tête-à-tête than devouring his meals . . . perhaps johann read into fictitious lines patrick always make far too much, thus he quips a caustic remark, or rather the truth nobody has ever dared to preach,

❝ have you ever heard about fathers always inheriting their anger to their child? you have your father's anger &. impatience, whilst your brother got his shrewdness, ❞ exasperation sigh, johann eventually leans down to the backrest whilst his bored eyes peering upon the waiters swaying around them however not yet have brought his order. he wishes they have picked an outside table thus he could smoke to veiled his boredom, albeit his musing has piqued patrick so a quick banter of slander is assured; of which makes his lips lilted into a beam,

❝ take it as you might be. i also have heard about how first born baby always look like their father so the father would agree to provide for the baby, however, if he doesn't, the baby's face will gradually resembles the child's mother, to show the father's incompetence–––––so. what do you think, would you like to be called as your father's baby boy, which means he is a responsible father, or rather your mother, which means your father is incompetence, despite giving you this job, of course. ❞ @americanedpsycho

‘  a  good  thing  that  at  least  one  of  us  resembles  him. ’    it  was  a  sting  to  receive  such  an  insult  like  that,  but  bateman  refuses  to  show  that  it  bothers  him.  ‘and  when  did  you  see  my  father,  hm?  we  both  work  here.’  on  the  other  hand,  sean  was  in  europe  for  the  summer,  and  both  of  them  were  keen  to  avoid  each  other,  only  dining  once  for  the  latter’s  birthday,  and  even  then,  he  didn’t  deserve  it.  his  father  barely  acknowledged  sean  at  times.  ‘  but  i  have  a  feeling  that  you  meant  it  in  an  insulting  way. ’  he  barely  looks  up  from  his  plate,  swirling  his  spoon  around  the  chocolate  mousse,  no  longer  feeling  hungry.  

@flmed sent: "i  first  saw  your  face  in  your  father's  gaze.  "    🏃🏻‍♂️

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER .

NAME. kaiser is my writing name. lex is my name.

PRONOUNS. he/him/they/them.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION. discord. sometimes i left ims open i forgot to reply.

NAME OF MUSE(s). johann dreyman is my only character i write for now. but i used to roleplay michael jacobi, a canon character from german tv show, every characters from succ.ession &. bruce wa.yne.

BEST EXPERIENCE. migrated from twtrp to tumblr. ever since el.on took over in 2022, roleplaying in twtrp is bleak &. too much dramas to handle. looked for new place to rp &. i kept on-and-off from tumblr before i made johann &. johann has invested me into worldbuilding in this website.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS. idk but i always feel :// when i write a starter then they unfollow me afterwards bc the prose i use. i'd suggest that you read my interactions with everyone else &. see if it suits you. i always discard my prose but sometimes it makes me feel it's not who i am so i'd like to have a conversation abt my writing &. i could remake the starter instead of forthright unfollow/block ://

MUSE PREFERENCES. ....powerful old men that is cunning, scheming in silent but also cares about others, however their honour/pride makes them unwavered.

PLOTS OR MEMES. both! but a meme is my go to for starter esp for new mutuals. i suck at making ideas at first before first interaction so memes is a spark for creation.

LONG / SHORT REPLIES. . . . long because i keep yapping. it's unintentional but i always ended up writing four paragraphs: first paragraph is usually the environment, second is connection between reality &. his emotions, third is his actions &. what he says then fourth is yet another yapping &. question.

BEST TIME TO WRITE. middle of the night where everyone is asleep. i can function more well with silence surrounds me.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S). well. yes at some points. but i won't elaborate further.

tagged by @americanedpsycho thank you love <3.

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[  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

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exasperation is dissipating from the man's countenance as the other man eventually acknowledge his presence within the room–––––one thing from him is that how he loathes of getting ignored whilst being present; similar to his unspoken fear of abandonment whilst fleeing upon the sight that other grows attachment upon him . . . johann's hands are folded in front his chest as he raises his chin to challenge him–––––it can't be ominous, mere tease to pique him, thus johann provokes him further, ‘ did you ever burn someone? ’

he  can’t  focus  on  the  paper  he  is  trying  to  read  -  the  newest  wall  street  journal  to  aid  his  distraction  from  the  other  that  faces  him.  ‘  fine,  keep  acting  like  you  hate  me.  ’  he  hears  from  @flmed .  bateman  has  to  control  himself  from  rolling  his  eyes,  letting  another  few  seconds  skip  a  beat  before  throwing  down  the  wall  street  journal  down  on  the  coffee  desk.  ‘  if  i  hated  you,  you’d  be  dead.  ’  a  hint  of  humor  in  his  voice  but  his  eyes  are  telling  a  different  story.  ‘  i  like  to  channel  my  hatred  into  other  skills  that  are  not  quite  …  favorable. ’  

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the man's svelte brow is furrowing within unexpected intrigue upon a glimpse of life he actually never heard nor seen before ––––patrick did want, or rather obsessed to appear ordinary amongst others, however to know him indulging in cheapskate activity such as bowling has startled johann unwittingly, ‘ wait. you did try bowling with others? ’ aghast articulation, before it dissipates into a whimsical whistle as he takes the ball upon his palm . . .

weighing his option upon the pillars ahead, he tries to remember the correct position to throw the ball, before flippantly he quips yet another jest, ‘ that's a little bit unfair, isn't? why don't you buy me a stereo amplifier? ’ he has heard about his collections in hearsays whilst walking on the lobby; man always boast about their collection thus johann wants to be that kind of man. perhaps patrick will respect, or like him even more. ‘ sounds like a plan. yes? ’

❝  twenty  bucks.  ❞  he  agrees,  surprised  at  the  low  bar  of  the  bet,  but  he  reminds  himself  that  he  is  with  johann,  not  with  mcdermott.  the  deal  is  cheap  enough,  not  a  huge  loss  if  he  embarrasses  himself.  ❝  you  need  to  go  a  bit  easy  on  me,  i  can’t  remember  the  last  time  i  went  bowling.  ❞  hands  rubbing  at  the  back  of  his  neck  to  get  rid  of  the  itch.  last  time,  his  brother  sean  grew  his  competitive  streak  and  the  rest  is  history.  he  flexes  his  fingers  as  he  tries  to  come  up  with  a  strategy  that  would  ensure  a  fair  and  fun  game.  ❝  i  think  the invisible man on the moon  is  better  than  my  father.  ❞  he  shrugs,  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose  as  he  straightens  his  new  ralph  lauren  polo  shirt  he  bought  for  this  occasion.  

❝  and  if  you  win,  i’ll  consider  buying  you  your  favorite  ice-cream,  so  you  can  rejoice  …  ❞    his  voice  fades  as  he  decides  not  say  anything  else  further  which  makes him   chuckle.  ❝  alright,  go  ahead.  let’s  see  what  i’m  up  against.  ❞

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svelte brow is arching, lips are slowly distorting into a disappointing pout of rejection simply because he's yet again depreciate by the other man–––––truthfully, he shouldn't be surprised anymore with his persistent pester, as he knows how much others are envying him but honestly? it is none of his business &. patrick always jest about it, for simply because he thinks he cares about others' opinions on him,

❝ i rather think that you enjoy my company to judging others, because we know that your friends aren't as clever or witted as I, ❞  saccharine simper, johann's fingers are curling cautiously upon the handle before sipping the bitter beverage––––a simple that makes patrick thinks he is invited to johann's business .. can a man just drink his coffee without another pester?

❝ wouldn't you want to know, ❞  a chuckle, putting down the glass to surface whilst watching the other's irritation is starting to materialised; father's boy, they aren't easy to please, ❝ i've got some business to attend to. why, did you miss me while i was gone? your lads didn't entertain you? .. wait, are you getting sick of them, that's why you want my company, hmm?? ❞ 

‘you’re  right.  you  can’t  judge.’  he  says  as  he  swirls  his  spoon  in  the  tea.  ‘  you’ll  give  mcdermott  an  early  heart  attack,  bryce  will  be  back  in  hospital  for  more  rehab,  and  van  patten  will  lose  all  of  his  hair.  ’  he  laughs  as  he  sets  the  spoon  down  on  the  table,  as  if  this  was  some  plan  to  do  exactly  that.  ‘  you  should  mind  your  own  business  but  …  that’s  the  irony.  we  want  to  stay  out  of  each  other’s  businesses  and  yet,  here  we  are,  judging  others.  ’    at  least  johann  isn’t  constantly  talking  about  restaurants  or  asking  for  fashion  advice.  ‘  but  let’s  stop  being  boring  bastards.  ’  he  leans  forward,  ‘  where  have  you  been?  ’

@flmed asked, who  am  i  to  judge?