#strahm and hoffman switch in this one too

[latenightsundayblues]

Lil switcheroo AU I couldn't stop thinking about ever since I saw that one drawing by @gattobamboom

Adam's in the role of Amanda, Lawrence's in the role of Lynn and vice-versa

[motheroftheantichrist]

Okay so I know awhile ago I made a joke post about the glass coffin trap breaking and Hoffman also getting stuck in the crushing room with Strahm, but I legitimately cannot stop thinking about it. That would have genuinely been such an amazing and vaguely hilarious way for them to go out. Strahm would be switching between screaming in agony and laughing at Hoffman screaming in agony. He wouldn't even mind his bone breaking out of his arm as long as he got to see Hoffman's bones sticking out of his arms too. When it's all over no one can tell where Strahm ends and Hoffman begins.

[jennilah]

Your saw ship for the fall ask game! (Sorry I don't know anything about Saw)

ahaha the stupids <3

for Hoffstrahm:

Who gets excited about Halloween in July: God yeah I feel like, for reasons I cant explain that goes beyond the obvious villain/hero thing, I think Hoffman would be the one excited for Halloween whereas Strahm is more of a christmastime softie.

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats: mr bigcoats and jackets and hoodies over his SUIT while working on MACHINERY Hoffman gets cold first but hes fine, Strahm tries to wear a sweater and the sun shines a little and he turns into one of those worms that shrivel up and die on the sidewalk

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather: Strahm is happy once its cool enough, the increasing cold as the season progresses starts to annoy Hoffman

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters: they both do bc i say so because i think sweaters is the fuckingg cutest thing a man can wear on earth so ill go ahead and project on both of them here thx

Who offers the other their jacket: Strahm :)

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower: i think Strahm bc i think he'd be the grumpier of the two in the morning about everything.

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night: Strahm, as payback. for the atrocities.

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink: Strahm

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300: secret low-key halloween lover Hoffman, once theyre domestic and he realizes he can have fun in life again

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins: Strahm

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky: Strahm

What is their favourite Fall activity: holding each other hostage on the couch watching horror movies & trying not to argue about them

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies: Strahm..

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters: Strahm :)

Who accidentally scares the kids: Strahm :(

Who suggested the couples costume: Hoffman

What is their couples costume: i .. dont know i cant think of one sobs i can only think of the inappropriate objects ones in every spirit halloween

What is the best Halloween they ever had: maybe their first one together after Strahm notices Hoffman is a lil distant and lingers by the pumpkins in a store one day and is like "... u want one?" and then its like he flipped the switch

What is the worst Halloween they ever had: the very next one where hoffman suggests they have a more formal party w their friends and it gets too wild

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day: it was Strahm

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 6 Christmas Lights (Mark Hoffman)

Day 6 is here and we're already half way through 12 days of ficmas. I only decided to do this the day prior but it's going so fast.

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, fluff, No specific descriptions or pronouns for reader used. This one is really short but I like how it turned out never the less.

"Oh come on Mark, don't be such a scrooge"

You said as you proceeded to hang the small strand of Christmas lights up in his office at the precinct.

"I'm not being a scrooge, I just don't want all this Christmas shit in my office"

He replied from his spot sitting as desk with a stack of paperwork in front of him.

"Hey maybe all this "Christmas shit" will help you get closer to finding the jigsaw killer"

I grinned at him, knowing exactly what I was doing. He gave me an unimpressed look and rolled his eyes.

"Ha Ha, very funny. Like you haven't made that joke ten times before"

He deadpanned, as his eyes continued to scan over the paperwork in front of him.

"I mean hey if you need help to get rid of the paper trail, I have a great shredder in my office"

I said, working my way steadily through the strand of lights while pinning them with thumbtacks to the wall.

"Yes I know about your shredder but I have my own thanks, your not even supposed to be involved like this. I thought I told you to stay out of it?"

He questioned, setting down the file he was looking at and opening up another one.

"Mark there was a jigsaw trap on our dining room table the other night, I think we're past the point of me not being involved, there!"

I said as I finished hanging the end of the strand then flipping the switch to cut them on. The soft white and red glow of the lights added such a cozy feel to Mark's dungeon of an office.

"That's why I told you to stay at work an extra hour, I didn't mean for you to come home to a trap on the goddamn table"

"Mark do I ever listen to what you tell me to do when it comes to work?"

"No but one of us still has to hold out hope don't we?"

He deadpanned again, before sighing and throwing down another file. I picked it up to see what it was about.

"Didn't Strahm already make you look over this file?"

"Yeah, but you know how Strahm is. Especially now that he's getting suspicious of everything. He's driving us all fuckin' nuts"

"Too bad he's too caught up in everything else to see what's right under his nose huh?"

"Too bad? So you want me to get caught?"

"Well I could use the house to myself for a few nights. Let me have some me time ya know?"

Mark snorted at that, standing up and rounding the desk to meet me where I was standing in front of it. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we both gazed at the Christmas lights.

"Yeah sure "Alone time", by the time I would come back the whole house would be covered in this bullshit"

I rolled my eyes and playfully elbowed him in the side at his comment.

"You have to admit Mark, the Christmas lights aren't THAT bad"

He snorted again, bringing me in closer to him with his arm still wrapped around my shoulders and brining his other hand up to rest on my hip and move me in front of him so my back was to his chest.

"Ya know maybe you have a point, They aren't the worst thing in the world huh?"

It was my turn to snort.

"No Mark, Not the worst thing in the world at all"

[st4r-sw1tchblade]

What instruments I think Saw characters would play in band

feel free to switch these up or anything!! im not in my band years anymore so idk this is just goin off of what i remember

Adam & Amanda- Percussion. Amanda would play too aggressively and Adam just thought it would be easiest

Lawrence- Saxophone or clarinet. he just seems like That Kinda Guy

Jill Tuck- Flute. idk just seems like a flute kinda gal

Peter Stromboli (Strahm)- trombone or tuba idk actually

Edit: I have been told strahm would be a trumpet by Person In Tags and i agree completely so that creds to sawg-the-saw-blog for that :3

Mark Hoffman.- i dont like him so im just gonna say whichever one strahm didnt get

this is Not Good but yeah it's just some guesses :3 feel free to like tell me to change up some things or smt

[coffin-contemplator]

❝one of coffee, debit cards & corpses❞

Summary:

“‘Is this my debit card?’ Strahm questions suddenly, his voice strained with something Erickson can’t really place.

As soon as the quarry hits the air, Hoffman’s expression shifts from casual to teasing and borderline innocent.”

It doesn’t take an investigator to be able to guess that Agent Strahm is not a patient person. And so, standing in the middle of a gruesome crime scene, he quickly realises he’s running low on the supply of fucks being given. The man paces, clearly exasperated. Meanwhile, his superior seems completely oblivious to the storm that’s silently brewing within the younger man.

“Perez?” he asks, still hoping for some form of salvation.

“Family emergency,” Erickson replies briefly, knowing exactly what Strahm’s trying to achieve. “Look at it this way—do you actually have anything better to be doing?

The younger agent growls under his breath but doesn’t answer. They both know what the response to that is; Federal Bureau of Investigation, the big shots in finding, solving and judging business my ass. What’s the point of hiring this many people, anyway, if half of them spend one hundred per cent of their working hours still trying to solve letters from Zodiac, while the rest keeps getting called to regular homicides whenever the local PD appears short-staffed?

Concerningly, he isn’t sure whether he’s glad or disappointed that Jigsaw is not involved this time. 

Strahm huffs and is about to share some of his complaints with his superior (a decision that—career-wise—would probably come back to bite him in the ass) but as his mouth falls open, a sergeant appears by his side out of nowhere. 

“Sorry for the wait.” The guy can’t be more than in his late twenties. And he clearly hasn’t been working in this industry for long, considering the disturbed glances he can’t help but throw in the direction of a corpse lying just a few feet away from them. “The lead detective is on his way. He should be arriving any minute now.”

Erickson thanks the sergeant for the information. The young one appears relieved being able to go back outside and spend the rest of his workday without the unnecessary company of dead people. 

“They sure like to keep us hanging around,” Strahm grumbles, making yet another loop while walking. I mean, hey, it’s not like he’s stomping over any important evidence—the forensics had finished here a good while ago and would have already left a good while ago if it wasn’t for the requirement to confirm that the body may be taken to the coroner’s now. 

The older agent bestows his companion with an unimpressed glance. “You know, recently I read this interesting article on attention deficit and hyperactivity—”

“Don’t.”

Erickson watches him pace a bit more. “No, but seriously, maybe you actually should—”

“One more word and I’m sending in a resignation letter.” 

The older agent raises his hands in a mock surrender. Just then, his attention suddenly switches to the figure behind Strahm, approaching rather quickly. He smiles, recognising the newcomer. 

“Good morning, Detective Hoffman,” he greets, as he watches the younger man balance a tray with three cups of coffee in his left hand, only to extend the right one for the agent to shake.

“Special Agent Erickson,” Hoffman nods at him. “Nice to see you again.” There’s a polite smile playing on his lips too. He looks around, merely acknowledging Strahm who’s currently preoccupied with staring daggers at him. “No Perez today?” he asks casually. 

Erickson shakes his head. “Unfortunately, no.”

The man pauses briefly to thank the younger as the latter hands him the coffee. He takes a grateful sip, as he observes Hoffman repeat the action towards Strahm as well. He could’ve sworn there’s another object being dropped into his subordinate’s palms. 

“Her girlfriend fell ill. It’s pretty serious so I let Agent Perez have a few days off to take care of her.” 

“Good call,” the detective comments shortly. 

Erickson’s finally about to divert his attention to the matter at hand; the crime scene that apparently has turned into a spot of police social gatherings in the span of the few past hours. But the intention dies before it can even really be born. 

Strahm, who’s been mostly quiet ever since the lead detective showed up, continues to stare at his hands, right where the objects have been planted by Hoffman only mere minutes ago. The older agent finally notices the small thing that’s previously stolen his focus. 

“Is this my debit card?” Strahm questions suddenly, his voice strained with something Erickson can’t really place.

As soon as the quarry hits the air, Hoffman’s expression shifts from casual to teasing and borderline innocent. 

“I didn’t want to wake you and it was lying out in the open,” the detective argues, smirking. 

The next thing that reaches Erickson’s ears is strong insults and curses, ones that even as a middle-aged married man he would prefer not to repeat (he definitely hears something about bastards, sadists and thieves). He tunes them out pretty quickly, however, as a sudden realisation dawns on him. All these fights he’s witnessed and the lingering tension between these two… It couldn’t be, could it? 

Ah, why not risk it? 

He turns back to them, interrupting just as Strahm is about to throw something arguably heavy in Hoffman’s direction.

“Are you two—” He points at one of them, then the other, trying hard to make sense of whatever’s happening and completely forgetting that they’re all at work, needing to establish facts on the homicide they’ve been called to deal with. “I mean, are you—”

“With all due respect, sir,” Strahm hisses, effectively cutting him off and putting an end to his superior's sprinting thoughts. “Just shut it.”

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[saintofdaggers]

im curious what you think strahms gay awakening was? :o

omg hi! just so you know I'm kissing you on the mouth for this ask. or holding your hand if you're not into that. (I'm kidding ofc but I almost never get Saw asks and I love that one unhinged FBI agent a ridiculous amount so seeing this in my inbox made my morning)

anyway! that's a really interesting question. canon doesn't give us a lot of backstory on Strahm, so it's difficult for me to try and pin down the age at which someone as antisocial and bitchy as him would be comfortable with admitting something like that to himself. I've always seen him as bi and divorced because we know that there's something in the water in Saw City that makes every single marriage and romance dysfunctional as hell, so I think the most realistic scenario would be him trying to repress those urges for as long as he could because he was married to a woman, but something breaking the dam eventually. maybe a hot guy he was questioning was giving him attitude and he kept thinking of different methods to shut him up until he reached a thought that made him lose his temper and storm out of the room, and then he just couldn't ignore those needs anymore after that. or maybe one day he just woke up from his latest wet dream about men after years of denying those thoughts when he was awake and he was like "Christ. fine. I guess I swing that way too." and I imagine his marriage would suffer from all this going on because he's not the type of guy who has the emotional intelligence to handle it well.

the less realistic and very AU, but 100% funniest scenario would be Hoffman being the one who annoys Strahm into realizing that he's into guys. I think Strahm would have figured it out by the time he reached the age at which he meets Hoffman, but can you imagine him having perfectly fine and normal and not at all homosexual thoughts about that incompetent idiot detective with lips like That for who knows how long. until his imagination goes a little too far and he just goes "...oh. oh, no." (for bonus funny, also imagine Hoffman finding out because he would be absolutely insufferable about it and never, ever let it go that he's the one who flipped the gay switch in Strahm's brain, and Strahm would hate that so much)

[slashybois]

how about strahm, male reader, and hoffman poly?

I've actually been thinking about this idea the past couple days and anon I love you for requesting this

Poly!Strahm x Male Reader x Hoffman HCs

This got kinda long so it's all under the cut! I hope you like it :D

Warnings: none that I can think of except maybe mention of nightmares

I'm just gonna say both these boys are protective as hell so uhh be prepared for that

Hoffman's a bit more protective than Peter, but they're still both fairly protective of you

Movie nights with them are interesting. Hoffman's usually reading a book or staring at one of his boyfriends. Peter usually pays attention to the movie but he also talks over it a little bit

Usually when you're watching something, all three of you are on the couch with Hoffman on one end, Peter on the other, and you laying in between them. But sometimes you and Peter switch places

Hoffman is competitive by nature so he does try to one up Peter a lot, and you can tell it annoys him a bit, but he loves both of you so he lets it slide

Hoffman likes to take you both on fancy dates a lot. He gets reservations at nice resteraunts where you have to wear fancy clothes

Peter is fucking hot in a suit so both you and Mark love these nights even more

Peter likes to make dates at carnivals or arcades. One times you won Hoffman a pig stuffed animal which he found amusing and held onto the whole night

Peter also got a sugar high from eating too much candy once so you and hoffman had to carry him to the car

Peter likes to make dinner a lot so on the nights he's home the kitchen belongs to him

Both of them work a lot but y'all make it work

You visit them in their offices all the time which makes up for some of it

Mark works nights a lot so he gets home late a lot. You and Peter usually try to stay up til he gets home, but you tend to fall asleep a bit before hoffman gets home

Which usually results in peter holding you while you sleep, which sometimes he falls asleep then. And when mark gets back he sees his boyfriend's asleep together which makes him happy. Once he gets changed and takes a shower he'll get in bed and fall asleep next to you

On nights peter isn't home until late, hoffman likes to just sit in silence. Not in an awkward way but in a way where he can just vibe with you

He usually falls asleep before you do

Mark has a lot of nightmares but you and Peter are pretty good at calming him down. Peter has some as well but not as bad as hoffman

Hoffman may seem more distant but he tries not to be. He likes the quiet moments all three of you spend together

He loves mornings when everyone's just waking up and it's so peaceful

Hoffman and Peter are both kinda hot heads so they try and show off a lot to you

[it-stheaulifeforme]

Mark Hoffman wasn’t exactly known for doing anything with finesse. Despite the brutality of Kramer’s traps, though, at least he managed to have structure and a so called philosophy to his work. No one had really suspected him, and frankly this gave him more to do besides his police job. There seemed less of a thrill in just cold bloodedly murdering people in a more hands on sense when he was still upheld as a detective lieutenant.

Of course, he still wondered when things started to fall apart for him. He’d had a good run without suspicion for a while, but some prick had him figured out almost from the start which was not exactly what he needed. Of course, he was used to thinking on his feet, but frankly this wasn’t the way he wanted to go with things, even if he managed to lead him straight to his own demise without incriminating himself too much, he thought.

That goddamn Peter Strahm, the special agent who already took issues with him. Didn’t help that that man already had anger issues, even if he was clever enough to figure out the new Jigsaw apprentice identity. He already had other things to deal with without this shit.

It was easy enough to know he wouldn’t trust him, especially when his voice was on the tape in the other man’s hand. Pure bait really. Sure, the special agent had managed to bloody his face in the process, but shoving him in the glass coffin was the last laugh. Witnessing the agony of him having his bones split and his body crushed between the two walls seemed satisfying from where he was, his blood splattering like ketchup onto the glass top.

But he’d have to be frank, though it was easier to get away in his position with what he was doing with such underhanded techniques, it didn’t mean outright murdering someone right there so close up didn’t cross his mind. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have certain fantasies of graphically murdering particular people; Strahm, especially, seemed like he’d died at his hands hundreds of times already in his head.

He’d been able to properly do this to his work partner, Lindsey Perez, by the time he’d been found out to be the next Jigsaw apprentice. At this point, he was exposed enough as it is, but finally at least he was able to satiate his want for up close and personal murder by repeatedly stabbing Strahm’s work partner and get to watch the light extinguish from her eyes. That was twisted beauty of it all.

If he could, the idea of Strahm being led to a place, isolated from his co-workers, was already wonderful in of itself. He was intelligent but unfortunately hot-headed; someone to get out of the way. Sure, the glass coffin trap worked as intended, but he could at least dream. He wouldn’t kill him at first, but enjoy the idea of unnerving Strahm all the more to see him explode in frustration and anger as he investigated a particular building.

Any attempt to contact any help from the outside would of course be shut down; standing in the shadows as he’d watch Strahm hear only static on the other end. He’d nonetheless traipse through the place, gun pointed ahead as his paranoia was reaching boiling point. No one would find him here, least of all before it was too late.

A shot would ring out from behind him. Maybe another. It didn’t have to be a thought out dream, just something to make this agent suffer. He’d stumble forward, inhaling sharply and shouting as a burning pain shot through his leg, blood dampening his jeans. It’d be as close to his foot as he could get in the dim light of the building, enough that the prick would be trailing blood behind him, limping. Even if he decided to find a way out, his injury would slow him down considerably.

He’d spin around to a degree, obviously angry and incredibly suspicious, but before he could react, Hoffman would appear out of the shadows, switching the lights on and displaying a cruel combination of contempt and sick satisfaction, shooting the man again and watching as he dropped his gun, stumbling around and grabbing onto his bleeding shoulder. He was already a whole mess of emotions without being shot, frankly enough, and seemed almost too easy to get rid of.

“I know who you are!!” he’d accusingly shout, an expression of burning hatred on his face. He still remembered those last words as the walls closed in on the agent, unable to stop his fate unfolding. He remained silent, watching him be graphically crushed, his screams echoing in his head. But in this dream, he could back this injured man into a wall, unable to reach for his gun, menacing him with a knife and allow himself to indulge in his own response as he sliced it repeatedly through the agent’s stomach, a rough, choked cry of pain escaping from his throat.

“Oh yeah?” he’d reply smugly, baring his teeth in a sick gesture of enjoyment. He leaned forward, his face now only inches from the other man’s to take in this bastard’s dying expression. The agent’s blood oozed red and slick onto his hands in the bright light of the building. “Why don’t you go and try telling your little friends about me yourself?”

His eyes would shine even more threateningly in the cold, sterile light, almost wanting to laugh as he could see any anger start to dissipate and life ebb away in his eyes. If he was asking to die if that’s what it took to prove Hoffman’s guilt, he got the first part he wanted.

He’d shove the knife in one last time, Strahm’s body hitting the floor as he stepped back from him. Blood pooled on the floor around him. and covered Hoffman’s hands and the knife, but he’d feel satisfied. He’d smile grimly, breathing heavily and relishing in the taste of the blood of the damn bastard, his corpse lying against the floor almost like the classic crime scene chalk outlines.

Sure, Mark Hoffman wasn’t one for doing anything with finesse. But he preferred it that way, even if the Saw traps by Kramer’s standards provided him with a way out without being suspected. He wouldn’t approve, he remembered the philosophy. Kramer didn’t say what they were doing was murder, but where was the fun in that?

At least he was still able to dream about it. The ability to relish in murder without any consequences. At least he had that, at the end of it all.

[atomicwrongs]

more horror talk. it’s SAW hours

i’m constantly switching between “Jigsaw is a dumb asshole who doesn’t know how to be responsible for his own death traps and has bad taste in successors” and “John Kramer is a tragic villain grappling with his own morality and mortality as the nihilistic Jigsaw identity slowly consumes him”

like, on one hand you could watch SAW as a sort of Jekyll-and-Hyde story, as you have the hopeful, love-filled, creative John being destroyed by tragedy after tragedy and the nihilism and cruelty slowly taking over, his hope for a second chance constantly battling his experiences of how vile and petty people can be

his ‘technically i never killed anyone, i gave them a chance’ speeches could be seen as hypocritical but also as the desperate rationalisation of John as he tries to fight his identity as the Jigsaw killer, trying to justify his actions. and he still gives them a chance. that’s what sets him apart from Amanda and Hoffman; part of him still thinks they can change, whereas his successors are far too bitter, which is why they create those inescapable traps

we know the old, hopeful John is still in there somewhere, as his final plea to Gordon is to please protect Jill, all he has left, and even then he loses her to Hoffman; John is a tragic figure trapped in a spiral of revenge, constantly battling the urge to lean into the Jigsaw identity and lose his hope for humanity forever

but on the other hand

disproportionate retribution and stupidly petty victim choices, especially in later installations

he’s so goddamn extra (see changing the phone’s voicemail message in Saw 2)

yeah he gives them a chance but?? slightly unfair??? maybe??? and by slightly i mean quite???

again VERY bad choice of successors. Gordon was fine and i guess weeding out Strahm via taking advantage of his paranoia (crunch) was pretty good, but Amanda, and Hoffman-

Amanda and Hoffman could be seen as same-alignment foils to Jigsaw, however, due to their irrationality and cruelty contrasting with Jigsaw’s pragmatic ‘you have to give them a chance’ nature

then again, Amanda’s initiation was kinda stupid (’you need to have a near-death experience to become my successor’ and the reverse bear trap... WASN’T that???)

conclusion, possibly: John Kramer has the potential to be a beautifully tragic, complex villain grappling with mortality and morality in the face of constant negative experiences, a loving soul trapped in a prison of vengeance and disappointment that forces him to lose his humanity and make rash, petty decisions, but he falls victim to bad writing and an over-prioritisation on torture porn (which is... fair, this is a gore series), so instead we get bitchsaw and his torture kink

[ineedtosleep4eternity]

I NEED MORE

Lil switcheroo AU I couldn't stop thinking about ever since I saw that one drawing by @gattobamboom

Adam's in the role of Amanda, Lawrence's in the role of Lynn and vice-versa