#jigsaw apprentice adam au

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

not all of you (AKA, not a single soul probably) will see The Vision but i'm gonna be so real rn: chillin' like a villain from descendants but it's mark and amanda teaching adam how to be an evil jigsaw apprentice *mic drops*

[4lphaless]

what if adam and amanda had a band?

[ostendird-oddie]

Magma doodles with @littlesapphicraccoonguy ! Be sure to check their post when it's out ^^

First drawing is saw rehab. Mandy lives with jill during the mourning and adaptation period. She often wakes up from nightmares but jill is there for her.

Furry TappSing angst

Also i personally don't really subscribe to apprentice adam idea. I think if he survived he'd help Tapp investigate the case

[real-odark]

strahm and adam at work

[ID: A digital drawing of Adam and Peter Strahm from the Saw movies. They are in Adam's red room, surrounded by photographs and vague shelves. Strahm, looking somewhat upset, says to Adam, "You didn't render literally the only photos John asked you for?" Adam is looking away from him and sweating. Holding a picture towards himself so Strahm doesn't see, he says, "Ummm. They. Didn't turn out." A fainter arrow points to the picture Adam is holding, and in a connected circle, suggests that the photo is 'Freaky..' with a small drawing of Adam winking with his tongue out. End ID.]

[them-bo-dacious]

MY ALTERNATIVE JIGSAW'S APPRENTICES

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) god imagine lawrence and adam both in the hospital, having been bathed carefully with sterile hospital soaps that smell like the word Clean, but still having their scents intertwined from their moment in the bathroom. it's enough that when alison finally gets to see lawrence she recoils a little at first. when she visits again she can smell more of him. it puts something bitter on the back of her tongue like an expired pill. and it's just as tough to swallow

[williamschenk-banks]

Previously incompatible interests:

John had never anticipated that the two men that he’d trapped into one of his earlier games would turn out like this. Would prove to be one of his most reliable allies. And mark no mistake, John considered them allies. Even if he would sometimes catch Adam giving him a speculative look - as if measuring his worth and finding John lacking. John took it in stride. He considered it one of his greatest accomplishments noting that the Doctor and his Photographer were so quickly surpassing his wildest hopes for them.

OR:

After their trial by fire in the warehouse bathroom Adam and Lawrence find themselves partnered together by their former captor John Kramer. Lawrence considered it luck that John had even allowed Adam to be retrieved from the bathroom in the first place. Adam knew better though. John Kramer had never accounted for Adam surviving his game in the first place. And if it weren’t for the fact that Lawrence would not let Adam’s fate go, or that Hoffman refused to let John betray the rules that he had set for Adam’s game, well - Adam knew that he would have been destined to become nothing so much as a pile of bones in that bathroom, if not for fate’s intervention.

However:

Adam and Lawrence both did survive their game and the experience had linked them incontrovertibly - had turned them from two people who never would have pinged each others radar to two halves of a whole. Something that had been tempered into a weapon that was made to last. Made to outlast, in fact, John Kramer’s very long shadow.

I.e. Adam and Lawrence are not so secretly John’s favorites, and Hoffman can see which way the wind is blowing. He is not pulling an Amanda and trying to kill Dr. Lawrence’s partner anytime soon. (Amanda’s said she’s sorry, why wont Larry let it go?!)

…Yes, I do have plans to turn this into an actual story, but for now have this.

[amanda-youngs-slvt]

I literally have some drawings of this sort of thing with my ruby (saw oc) and the characters. I love humorous saw content because anyone outside of the fandom thinks we’re all fucking insane.

We are btw.

okay what if saw…. but mockumentary

***

john: I despise killers. killing is distasteful… to me

(camera zooms in on amanda standing next to him, shifting her feet and looking uncomfortably at the ground)

***

daniel: heyy

adam: sup kid

daniel and adam: (do an elaborate secret handshake)

daniel: aw yiss

adam: it sure is fun to have friends

mark, who is right there and has murdered all his friends: I hope you explode

***

amanda (to herself): I wonder what lynn is doing right now

mark: probably giving her deposition to the police about how you kidnapped her

amanda: yeah maybe she’s talking to agent strahm. unlike you

mark (snapping a pencil in his hand): kill yourself

amanda: do it yourself, coward

john (in the other room): kids please keep the fratricide down. I am trying to work on my torture therapy 10-step plan

***

lawrence: adam, may I have a screw please

adam (snickering): at least buy me dinner first, dr. gordon

lawrence (turning red): a SCREW, a METAL SCREW, the construction COMPONENT

[motheroftheantichrist]

Apprentence!Adam AUs always crack me up because people always write him as being useful to the cause. Ridiculous. That pathetic asshole is the most useless dude in existence. He takes pictures? They're blurry. He tries to capture a test subject? He gets snapped in half like a twig. No, Jigsaw didn't save him to be an apprentice, he saved him because he needed Lawrence to put a key in someones fucking eyeball, and he was refusing to until he got his favorite loser back. Adam has no relevance to the games, he's just there to smoke with Mandy and make fun of Hoffman while Lawrence is working.

[lunameiii]

Adam as a Jigsaw apprentice au. something’s gone wrong during his mission i think.. he’s still learning…

i’m sure he’s questioning his occupation, he really wanted to be just a vet when was a child

i really like his mullet here

[mimicben]

Bobby Dagens Jigsaw survivor meeting is one of the goofiest things in the Saw series, so obviously I love it.

also apprentice Adam au btw, cuz I think the idea of Bobby unintentionally inviting not one, but TWO Jigsaw apprentices to said survivor meetings is hilarious. for no reason other than them rocking up and having no fucking clue who this man is, like, "hold on a goddamn minute- i don't remember putting YOUR ass in a trap, that's for damn sure"

[rollerskate2theface]

Love love love love love

Would love to think about Adam teaming up Officer Gibson specifically!!

Imagine Adam freshly free of the bathroom after gnawing off part of his own foot to fit through the chain (idk science, but I’m pretty sure biting off your heel wouldn’t kill you). Following some serious medical attention all he wants is revenge and Jigsaw’s downfall.

Adam knowing the metro police have been comprised because he looked further into his former employer, Detective Tapp. Figuring out that Jigsaw must have found him because one of Tapp’s coworkers on the force knew Tapp had hired him before the detective died (cough Hoffman cough). Knowing he can’t trust anyone at Metro Police he goes to who? The man that left that precinct because of corruption!!

Matt Gibson nowhere near involved with the Jigsaw case yet suddenly gets this frantic 20something year old bombarding him and screaming at him about a game and corruption and trusting no one. Matt hearing Adam out and deciding to team up. The two investigate the metro police, Adam tailing officers, collecting photo evidence, Matt using his badge to look into overlapping cases, making a timeline.

This brings them both to one person. Detective Mark Hoffman. Tracing him back to his first murder of Seth Baxter. Matt, obviously, is unsurprised given he’d seen the detective stone cold murder a man before. This is when Gibson quietly reopens the Baxter Homicide case and finds the evidence to bring Hoffman down (all the same evidence we see in Saw VI).

With Hoffman gone (presumably locked away in jail given he had no clue Gibson was investigating him and therefore wasn’t throwing him off every chance he got) that only left Amanda and Lawrence (and Logan ig but whatever he’s irrelevant here).

By this time, John and Mandy get back from Mexico and figure out why Mark hasn’t been replying, he’s in fucking prison. They obviously figure out this has something to do with Adam and John’s PISSED, Mark was a huge asset (epic bad luck).

This is when John sends in Lawrence. Given that Hoffman had no idea Lawrence was an apprentice yet and that’s who Adam had been collecting all his Jigsaw evidence from, Adam also had no clue about Lawrence’s allegiance. So, the two become this domestic pair, making dinner together, sharing a bed, going on dates…

That is until Adam notices how Lawrence will leave at odd hours of the night. How he’ll wash one suit, separately from their usual mixed bunch, using more bleach than typical. How he leaves the room when he gets some phone calls and yet will stay with Adam when he answers the hospital’s calls or Allison and Diana call to chat.

So next time he hears the doctor leave at 2am he follows him with his camera (looking back to times before all that bathroom shit hit the fan). Sadly for Adam’s love life but fortunately for Adam’s revenge plans he finds Lawrence enterting a building and limping out 2 hours later with a new brief case in hand and blood splattered across his gray button down.

Well, at least now he has the location of the warehouse. Around this time is right before saw III and IV were happening. So Lawrence was giving John the picture of Lynn and sewing up the mouths and eyes of those 2 guys in the mausoleum trap.

Adam calls up Gibson and swat rolls in to make the arrests. John, Amanda, and Lawrence all get arrested and John dies pretty soon after from pressure in his brain.

Adam goes and visits Lawrence in prison every time he leaves saying, “I’ll be back, I promise.”

Here’s a fic kinda like this with rouge Adam?? (Not really, but it reminded me of it):

Apprentice Adam au is cool, but what about a rogue Adam au? Where he somehow escapes not by anybody from the Jigsaw squad, either on his own or outside help and the experience really changed his life but not the way Jigsaw intended. I mean John asked Adam if he was going to take charge of his life, well he took his advice and is now disrupting and sabotaging his games. At first they’re like, “Okay he’s just being a nuisance” and he’s so hard to find these days. It’s until he somehow was able to expose Hoffman earlier on, got one of their latest hideouts swatted (they barley escaped) and pretty sure he was the driver who cut them off during traffic.

John is then forced to use Lawrence to try and seduce Adam (he sensed the tension between in the bathroom). It seems to work at first, but Adam already knew Lawrence was in League with Jigsaw and was just playing him from the start. As Adam’s exposing Jigsaw’s latest location, he mentions how hot Lawrence would look in orange.

I just wrote this out of fun. I can just imagine John’s face as he thinks, “How the f**** did my life’s work get wrecked by this insignificant twink?”

[applesontheground]

performance review 🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY NINETEEN - SUSPENSION & MIRROR SEX

we're a day late for this one, but considering this is my first fuckup i'm not too sad about it haha!

anywho, i'm having too much fun writing apprentice!y/n getting passed around the jigsaw circle like a blunt and what? you thought john was about to be excluded?

NSFW | Word Count: 1,718 | John Kramer x GN Apprentice!Reader contains older man/younger y/n, apprentice!adam au guest star appearance, angst, bdsm/suspension, dacryphilia, light sensory play & teased fingering/masturbation [Y/P] - Your "Partner" (deceased victim in a past trap with Y/N)

You were only partially following the chaos ensuing: Amanda criticizing Hoffman for some trap going haywire during last night’s test run, Adam’s pencil finally coming down from where he had thrown it in the ceiling and hitting Hoffman in the head, the explosion that came from that, the lament of no one taking anything about the job seriously…

John had been watching you, and you met his eyes after a few long beats. You furrowed your brow at him, and then realized when he shifted in his chair, looking to the group then to you again. It was encouragement, and after fighting the way your guts were strangling themselves in knots at the idea, you sat forward.

“How about I work on putting together that part?” You offered, “Just so we stop fighting about it? I don’t mind doing it.”

“Oh, look who decided to speak up.” Amanda scoffed, and you swallowed as she asked, “Why now? Why not earlier before I had to rip into half of these assholes over faulty wiring?”

“I told you,” Hoffman repeated himself, “I didn’t fuck with the wiring. You’re delusional, but what else is new?”

“Then who did?” Adam asked, shrugging hopelessly because he knew it was going to be another run-around. You insisted, “The hell if I know, but I’ll work on it next, so if it fucks up again you can blame me, and we don’t have to yell at each other.”

John’s eyes slid from you to Amanda as she asked him, “Well, is that an alright solution to this problem? Let’s have our most inexperienced take a stab at some electrical work?”

“How else will [he/she/they] learn how to do it?” He calmly replied. You sat back in your chair as she gave you another look.

“Knock yourself out,” She finally huffed, sliding the schematic on the table towards you. You leaned in, fingers pressing down to pull it the rest of the way. She was right: You didn’t know shit about the diagrams, the explanations of how to attach wires were all words you knew; just not when they were together like this.

Dismissal came, and you were quick to slip off with the schematics. Hoping no one would follow, the cacophony already setting you on edge for a long evening of doing something you didn’t know how to begin or approach. John stopped you with a quick call of your name. “[Y/N], one more thing before you go.”

You turned, waiting in place as he stood slowly. Feeling what the conversation was going to be about, you shuddered slightly. Sure enough, he asked you, “Why is it that when conflict arises, you look to take the fall?” You blinked at that, and then laughed slightly before answering honestly, “If anyone understands why I want to do that, it’d be you.”

“Well, leaving the hopeless carousel of arguments to its own trouble is what saved you when I had you and [Y/P] bound to the floor with a cattle prod attached to your spine.” He reminded you, making you suck in a breath at the mere reminder. You nodded at the ground, fear boiling up to consider he might catch you not learning your goddamn lesson yet. Like you needed to be the subject to any of his ideas again, at least something you might not be able to crawl out of.

What if this trap in your hands, its schematic anyways, was that very trap? Just for you? It made you scared to look at it, but John’s hand on your shoulder brought your stare back up, to plead silently at him for a moment in eye contact.

“If you’re going to learn anything in your time here,” He ostracized, “I want you to learn that you are more intelligent than making yourself useful for the fodder no one else wants to take fault in, for the sake of dissolving conflicts around you.”

You swallowed hard, and insisted, “I’m trying.” You smiled weakly at him, “And I’ll get it right one of these days. I gotta, right?”

His hand slid from your shoulder, and the disbelief that flashed on his expression as he turned made you frown to yourself. Neither of you could believe it just yet despite you saying that, and with bile in in your throat you slunk away.

Working silently for awhile, you kept turning John’s words over and over in your head. It did frustrate you to have these inconsistencies, this inability to not offer the help, quell the fights within you brought to light. Reminding you that these things had put you here in the first place, or rather, with that sharp click and hiss of a prod on your back with [Y/P] across from you in that room, and watching [him/her/them] fail to do something you could? It was no ego boost, no affirmation.

It was suffering.

Following the paper that Amanda had given you, your eyes fell back to it to make sure you were threading the wire in the correct socket. Hands shaking, you stared hard at the hole it slipped into, watching the open wire go out of view.

ZZT. A sharp pop caught your fingers, traveling up your arm and making your vision white out as it hit your pulse. A second clap from the lights above you going out made the room dark as you fell back in your chair, hands down to your sides as you seized again.

I FOLLOWED THE PLAN, WHAT-

What…?

Eyes fluttering open again, you weren’t on the floor or even still in the same spot you had began working in. You saw your bare chest in a reflection from a full-length mirror: a long rope was bound to the ceiling, wrapped meticulously around your arms to keep them over and behind your head, curled into your ribcage, and your legs free but not touching the ground.

“Wh…” You kept saying the word, What? It was the only thing your dry mouth could form, the only fathomable confusion you could throw out there, and when you saw a figure in the dark you took a breath and asked in a slur, “I follow’d th’rules, why am I-?”

“You did.” John came into view, holding the schematic. “I made sure that you’d be electrocuted.”

“...Fuck's sake, haven’t you electrocuted me enough!?” You quickly asked, the force of your voice forming into anger as your senses woke up, making you sway from where you were hanging. Your feet were already numb, long fallen asleep which meant this was a pose you had held longer than anticipated.

“I ask myself the same question, [Y/N].” He set the paper down, “But then, I see you still bound by your duty to be the whipping boy in every group you find yourself in.” His hands came up to wrap around the rope against your wrists, and you looked at him through the mirror, then to yourself. Head lolling, tired and aching from the uncomfortable position.

“Here's how I understand it. Love inherently has some suffering in it, makes it worth it.” You then explained, and his hands slid down your arms, between your shoulder blade in a glide that made you shiver. He disagreed, “I don’t think the suffering you seek is what they mean with that saying.”

You stared at the mirror, but you weren’t looking at anything or anyone in specific. It was the oblivion you faced, the idea that you didn’t know what that felt like.

“But in any compromise,” He went on, hand coming down and feeling against your crotch, “There have to be boundaries for these middle grounds to bear fruit.” You blinked slowly, relishing the touch despite having bigger problems in front of you, and he took that as a sign to keep going, all while still speaking, “And you need to remember, [Y/N], there comes the reward for those moments of painful compromise, ‘suffering’ as you call it.”

Your gaze was trained to him, scared to look anywhere else as he felt the bare skin of your [entrance/head], breath growing heavy and the words softly coming to your lips. Hold on, slow down.

“Tell me.” John egged on.

A different sentence came out when prodded by him, and you suddenly broke down with a crumpled brow, fast forming emotion making tears prick in your eyes.

“Stop doing this to me.” Your voice was watery, shaking as you wept into his ear, but part of it was just a tired desperation. His hand left your [cunt/cock] as he nodded at that. “Good. You sounded more convincing that time around.”

“Confusion and inexperience are like lovers themselves.” John then kept talking, hand on your other side in a half embrace as a few tears from your eyes ran down to splash onto his shoulder, seep into his shirt, “But they don’t have to be so intertwined. Inexperience is your drawback, but it’s a bow and arrow that shoots towards change and growth when we take confusion out of the question-“

A sharp snap, him undoing the rope around your arms with a blade he had in his sleeve, made you quickly sink to his feet, a pile of limbs and hiding your stomach against the floor in a curl. “Rather than the fear that keeps you pent up, and all the wasted potential that comes with aging, living the same mistakes over and over, wasting this time you’re given.”

Looking up, he put a hand on top of your head and assured you, “This pain is temporary, but I would prefer you stop turning the other cheek to it, [Y/N]. You can let go, and also learn without forgetting. Unless you decide to keep finding yourself in the same place at the end of these compromises.” He reminded you then, making you sick to your stomach with the rushing blood back to your legs overwhelming you at lightning speed.

You set your face against his thigh, still crying while his hand then fell to your shoulder, disheveled and in pain -- but wanting more than anything to make the right choice as you felt the return of feeling to your body, and the places where the rope had dug into you stinging in the cold air.

"It's your choice."

[jennilah]

i fucking love adore "avengers tower" aus where all of Jigsquad work closely together but the arm candy is there too, also hanging out

like Adam is usually given some apprentice duties as the group photographer, but i dont often see people knowing what to do with Strahm bc he still kind of has a sense of justice, so hes just in the bg seething like, "you're a freak, you're a freak, you're all freaks, but unfortunately Im kind of smitten with one of you so Im forced to be here too"

and in my head Strahm & Adam & Lynn would bond over being the only somewhat normal people at the hideout, wondering what life choices led them to this point, dragged into all of this because love makes u do crazy things.

theyre the gaggle of +1s at the jigsaw family bbq who escape to the kitchen while the in-laws are tearing each other apart in the other room over some bullshit drama theyre not privy enough to to intervene about. thats their problem, who wants a beer?

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) adam's pre-heats in the apprentice au can be bad sometimes. not physically but mentally. lawrence's involvement with jigsaw weighs on adam's conscience anyway, but compounded with heightened instincts and hormone fluctuations, they can result in some pretty brutal days. in spite of his of love for the guy, adam will have episodes where he holes up in one room and won't let lawrence anywhere near him. his nest will be hastily made and shoved in a corner so his back is covered and he can keep his eyes on the door. for all his growling and warning scent, though, lawrence only sees the half-crazed, wide, terrified eyes of a cornered dog. so when these episodes occur, he'll sit outside the doorway, on the floor, his cane in clear view next to him, and his prosthetic off. his own instincts are buzzing, urging him to go in there and comfort his omega, remind him what they are, but lawrence just pushes it down because he knows better than his hindbrain. it can take days for adam to snap out of it but lawrence will wait for him to come back just like adam did for him.

[williamschenk-banks]

Look: I’m a Hoffman is alive truth er myself, but we all know that as soon as Lawrence left Hoffman’s ass in that bathroom, he went home and railed his husband of 10 years. Adam doesn’t know what brought Larry’s neediness, but he has a strong feeling it has to do with that damn bathroom.