#sky hoffman

[philhoffman]

2000 | 2002 | 2010 | 2014

[incorrect-stravaganzaquotes]

Sky: Isabel, you deserve an award for putting up with me.

Isabel: You are my award, Sky.

[meanwhile]

Nick: Georgia, you deserve an award for putting up with me.

Georgia: Hell yeah I do, you're a real bitch sometimes.

[venusbloo]

2024 July Reading Wrap Up

**All links below are to the books’ respective StoryGraph pages for reference. I do not receive any compensation for clicking these links!! How is it already August? I feel like this year has flown by so far, and while I read a ton in July, I once again did not stick to my planned reading. I did read some of what I planned, but I let a few other books go in favor of deep diving into a young…

[longlistshort]

Pictured is Jacob Hashimoto’s This Particle of Dust, on view at Tampa Museum of Art through 2025. At first glance it may seem monochromatic, but on closer inspection the blue color and star patterns begin to emerge on the darker pieces. It also changes depending on the viewer’s vantage point and the changing natural light.

From the museum about the work-

The artist takes inspiration from cloud formations and the cosmos, with each navy blue kite featuring star-like markings. Depending on the time of day and the natural light filtering through the atrium skylights, the kites will shift in color intensity. This Particle of Dust explores the visual poetics of light and dark, color and form, as well as space and architecture.

Created from over 2,500 handmade kites, This Particle of Dust is a site-specific installation and unique to the Tampa Museum of Art’s architecture. The installation represents Jacob Hashimoto’s exploration of abstract landscape and his interest in blurring the boundaries between painting and sculpture. This Particle of Dust evokes the experience of observing the night sky through various cloud clusters. Thousands of transparent and opaque white discs hang suspended from a bespoke armature. Navy blue kites, imprinted with white and cerulean blue star patterns, hang amidst the cloud shapes and catch the light as the sun rises over the Museum and dips into the horizon over the Hillsborough River. Depending on one’s vantage point, either from the lobby, stairwell, or galleries, the experience of This Particle of Dust shifts—from below the cloudscape appears to drift into the sky while at eye-level the viewer looks directly into the stars.

Hashimoto began making kite sculptures twenty-years ago while an art student in Chicago. Inspired by traditional Chinese kite making in the city of Weifang, where the artform of sculptural dragon kites originated, Hashimoto has made hundreds of thousands of kites from Japanese paper and resin. He appreciates kites as a universal object of joy that is recognized across the globe. Transformed into monumental artworks, Hashimoto’s kites convey happiness, wonder, and serenity.

Below is Tampa Museum of Art’s video of the artist discussing this installation.

Hashimoto is also showing several wall-mounted sculptural works for his solo exhibition, Fables, at Rhona Hoffman Gallery in Chicago. It will be on view until 4/20/24.

[thegooberlife]

i want to draw saw but i am too busy trying to 🤜 MAKE ✊ A 👊 LIVING

[souldagger]

hi! sorry to bother! any sci fi recommendations with women in them? gay women would slap but i don’t want to be too demanding.

that is not too demanding at all! all of these are heavily focused on women & almost all have gay protags:

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone - poetic romance novella about two women on opposing sides of a war spanning all of time, unfolding through letters

The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson* - a tense, dark story about a world in which travel between parallel universes is monopolized, and a woman who is dead in almost every single one

Ammonite by Nicola Griffith - 90s lesbian/feminist scifi classic; thoughtful social sci-fi set on a world where a virus killed off all men and most of the women, about an anthropologist who's come to study the inhabitants and test a vaccine

The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey - domestic thriller about a brilliant scientist whose husband clones her to make a "better" (more docile & housewife-y) version of her - and is then killed by the clone, leaving the two women to cover up the murder

The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling - unsettling, claustrophobic horror about a caver on an alien world, her untrustworthy handler being her only contact with the surface world

The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed* - bleak, heartwrenching 90s cyberpunk about a lesbian news reporter in a dystopian regime who uncovers more than she bargained for

Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki* - emotional & hopeful scifi/fantasy mix about a trans violin prodigy, her teacher who has a deal with the devil, and an alien running a donut shop

some more, rapid-fire: Dawn by Octavia Butler* (iconic classic sf, first contact); The Telling by Ursula K. Le Guin (social sf, envoy-on-alien-world); The Seep by Chana Porter (utopian, unique take on alien invasion); The Splinter in the Sky by Kemi Ashing-Giwa (space opera, spy thriller); The Paradox Hotel by Rob Hart (time travel, murder mystery); The Outside by Ada Hoffman (cosmic horror); Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana Mikuta (dystopian YA, mecha); Woman on the Edge of Time by Marge Piercy* (classic sf, time travel)

(*books with an asterisk are ones I'd particularly recommend looking up the content warnings for, as they can get quite heavy)

[calmcoldevening]

Little morning with slashers

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Tw: no

Characters: Jedidiah Sawyer, Mark Hoffman, Brahms Heelshire, Eric Draven, Jason Voorhees

➤ Jedidiah Sawyer

• As usual, the morning in Texas was quite cool earlier. You've been sleeping surprisingly well lately, so you've been waking up early with a good night's sleep and very rested. The sun was lazily rising from the horizon, coloring the blackness of the sky with golden and orange colors, as if a couple of drops of lingonberry blood had been dropped into the dark water.

• You lazily opened your eyes, squinting at the light coming into the room through the thin curtains. The sheets were cool but damp from the hot Texas night.

• Stretching slightly, you try to get out of bed, but a strong pair of hands stops you, pulling you back to the man's chest. Jedidiah lets out a growl of displeasure, and you giggle softly. Turning to face him, you gently touch the leather straps on his cheeks with your fingers. He forgot to take them off again before going to bed. You gently run your nails over rough skin, the scars under the mask have almost healed, leaving behind uneven pink scars.

• "Good morning, honey," you whisper, briefly kissing him on the forehead. In response, he mutters something softly, pulling you closer to him. His dark hair had grown noticeably longer and was damp from sleeping. You gently brush his bangs out of his eyes, causing a slight smile to form on his lips.

• He was always particularly sloppy in the morning. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are sleepy with small shadows under his eyes. He's wearing a loose white shirt that smells of his body and your own hands. His arms wrapped around your waist like a protective ring, Jed won't let you walk away from him so easily this morning. He likes to just lie with you in the bedroom while the others are sleeping.

• You were the only one, apart from his mom, who really accepted him and saw through those terrible scars. You didn't care about his face, he was still damn handsome to you, and the guy was grateful for that. Jedidiah was so glad that you stayed by his side, became his love of his life and his wife. And he appreciated every second he spent with you.

• Finally, after a long ten minutes, you feel slightly thirsty, after all, you haven't drunk since last night. "Come on, honey, get up. I still have to make breakfast, remember?" You speak with a slight smile and Jed purrs in displeasure, but loosens his grip. You kiss his lips briefly and get out of bed, ready to start a new day. Your husband will stay in bed for a while longer until he feels the pleasant aroma of your breakfast from the kitchen.

➤ Mark Hoffman

• Mark always woke up much earlier than you. Insomnia and stressful detective work made themselves felt. He woke up around four in the morning, his hair and nightgown wet with sweat, his head buzzing after another nightmare. The man held his head with his hands, trying to bring his breathing back to normal.

• After a short introspection, the man turns his head to the side, noticing your peacefully sleeping figure. You've always been so beautiful, even in your dreams. All thoughts of the nightmare disappeared as soon as Mark's gaze lingered on your face. He gently pulls his hand towards your face, gently and gently stroking your smooth skin with his thumbs. He's so happy to have you by his side.

• After a couple of minutes, the man finally gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom and taking off his wet clothes. He takes a quick shower, trying to sober his thoughts with cold water. After that, he makes himself a black coffee. His weekday mornings are insanely simple and gray, but on weekends it's a little different because he can spend time with you in bed until you wake up.

• Mark drinks coffee and looks through some of the Jigsaw case, sometimes instead he finalizes another drawing of a new trap for John Kramer.

• When the time moves to seven in the morning, he already leaves the house, before briefly kissing you on the forehead. You won't remember it, but a sleepy, satisfied smile appears on your face. This, surprisingly, gives Mark a pleasant feeling in his chest.

• When you wake up, he won't be home anymore. You get out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Mark's breakfast is already on the kitchen table with a note next to it. "I hope you eat this. I know about your problems with food, so I hope you at least have breakfast, little lady." You smile slightly, admiring the note. The omelet he made has a sloppy ketchup heart on it.

➤ Brahms Heelshire

• A morning with Brahms is always a real lottery, you never know what mood he will be in today.

• If Brahms wants to be an adult, he will certainly get up before you. Of course, you cook for him most of the time, but he does not lack the skill to cook something simple. The man will make simple ham and cheese sandwiches and tea/coffee. Having prepared everything necessary, Brahms will return to the bedroom with breakfast ready in bed for you. You're sleeping peacefully, making soft noises. He will wake you up with a gentle kiss on your forehead, and he will put stray strands of hair behind your ear. "Good morning, Princess. I brought you breakfast."

• If Brahms decides to be little, he will be clingy and moody.

• Usually the baby wakes up before you as well. He'll frown, pick up his mask from the bedside table, and just stare at you. Brahms will just lie next to you for a couple of minutes, not knowing where to put himself. At such moments, he always naively thought that when he wakes up, you should already wake up. A man will climb on top of you, putting his chin on your chest.

"Y/N, I'm hungry!"

• He will bother you for a couple of long minutes in a row until you wake up. When you finally sleepily open your eyes, he'll be giggling with his nose in your neck.

"Good morning! I missed you," he purred with happy smile, squeezing you in his arms.

• Mornings with little Brahms are never quiet.

➤ Eric Draven

• Eric usually wakes up before you, he has a fairly light sleep. The guy smiles slightly when cool gusts of wind touch his body, penetrating into the room through the open window, and his feet stand on a warm tree.

• You get up almost behind the guy. Your eyes open sleepily when you don't feel the warmth of your lover on the bed next to you, the sheets under your palms are already cool enough.

• The air is filled with the aromas of flowering plants and young forest. Probably, the decision to move from that small town to a house near the city was the best one in your whole life. You moved in not so long ago, about two months ago, but you have already turned this place into your own cozy nest.

• You get out of bed and stumble awkwardly into the kitchen. Eric was here. His broad back immediately appears in front of your eyes, covered with scars in some places. His favorite big white shirt was on you right now. Eric turns to face you, giving you a warm smile, two mugs of coffee in his hands.

• Previously, a summer morning was always a good time to stay outside. And now the two of you are sitting on the porch. Eric put his arm around you, draping a thin plaid over your shoulders. You were sitting peacefully with each other, drinking hot coffee and looking into the darkness of the forest. Your boyfriend's presence has always been so comforting. Eric looks down at you and kisses you on the forehead, leaving a small wet mark on your skin.

"Good morning, my rose."

➤ Jason Voorhees

• You woke up because you were cold. It's damn cold. You slowly opened your sleepy eyes and sat up in bed, wrapping yourself more tightly in the blanket. The seat next to you was empty. No, of course, you knew that your boyfriend was special and he didn't need to sleep, but he was usually here with you until the morning, warming you with his big body.

• Your first thought was that maybe there were intruders in the camp again. But in such a cold season, hardly anyone would dare to enter the forest 'with ghosts'. So you decided to just wait, hoping for his return soon.

• Jason returned after a long half hour. He entered the room, throwing a large number of branches in front of the fireplace, and looked at you in surprise. He hoped you were still asleep. Jason's gaze slides anxiously over your trembling body. He frowns when he notices how you're shaking from the cold and your blue lips.

• Jason quickly lights a fireplace in the room, throwing in a large number of branches and comes to your bed. He takes you in his arms with care and tenderness, putting you on his lap, and squeezes you in his arms, hoping to warm you. Seeing you like this, Jason was consumed with guilt from the inside, he was so sorry that he left you. The man just didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, he wanted to quickly go get firewood for the extinguished fireplace.

• But you were better now. The room gradually became warm because of the burning fireplace, and the pleasant warmth of Jason's chest gave you peace and comfort. You curled up on his chest like a kitten while he gently stroked your head with his big hand. You felt so good in his arms.

[hoffmanxfurthermore]

Somewhere In Neverland

(Mark Hoffman x Reader)

Content: smut, fluff, p in v penetration, oral (m and f receiving), afab reader, sex, fluffy, creampie, cussing, Mark not being a dick, outdoor sex, hotel sex, Saw X era Hoffman ♥️

Word count: 1.5k

It is the last day of your vacation, your anniversary trip with Mark. The hotel balcony overlooks the beach, and the view is fantastic as you stand there, taking it all in—the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The ocean was the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen. The slight scent of salt in the air. The calm wind on your skin. The sun is setting on the horizon, turning the sky into beautiful shades of purple, red, and blue. Your hair flows behind you with the strong breeze. The frigid air makes you shiver, but Mark comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you for this," you say, facing him. "It's so beautiful out here."

His blue eyes sparkle against the sunset as his gaze meets yours.

"You're so beautiful," he says, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. His hand slowly trails down your body, his fingertips slipping under the hem of your sundress. Shivers run down your spine as his fingertips softly graze your thigh. He always knows exactly which buttons to push with you.

Mark leans forward and kisses your neck gently, his warm lips on your flesh immediately sending a shock of arousal between your legs. His hand continues its journey up your leg to your hip, where his fingers link around the waistband of your panties. He pauses and looks at you, looking for any sign of hesitation, but there is none.

"Keep going," you whisper. Mark's other hand grabs the other side of your lace panties, pulling them off and letting them fall to the floor.

"You're so beautiful," he repeats, kneeling before you. He places a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. He holds the hem of your dress around your hips as he looks up at you.

Then, he licks you gently, his tongue teasing your sensitive flesh, the tip trailing from the inside of your thigh to your heat. Moaning, your hands grasp the balcony railing for support as he flicks his tongue against your clit, circling and sucking it gently between his lips. He laps at you eagerly, tasting your juices as you writhe and squirm, your hips bucking gently.

"Oh, Mark," you moan, your voice breathy and full of lust, your eyes closed as you surrender to the pleasure. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

Mark moans in response as he looks up at you, always keeping his focus. You feel the familiar warmth beginning to build up within you. You grip the railing hard as your legs start to shake.

Mark reaches behind you, gripping the soft skin of your ass hard as his face is buried between your legs. His tongue explores every inch of you, his lips softly kissing every sensitive spot. Looking down, you relish seeing him kneeling as his eyes meet yours. Such a beautiful sight this is.

Despite the cool breeze, a thin sheet of sweat forms on the surface of your skin. The perspiration and the air combined causes goosebumps to form on your skin, but it's the least of your worries as Mark hungrily eats your pussy. It was like he hadn't eaten in days, and you were the most delicious meal in the world. The feeling of his tongue and lips. The sounds from him of pure carnal desire. It all sends you over the edge. You throw your head back and scream as you reach your peak. Your knuckles are white from gripping the cool metal of the railing. Mark looks up at you and smiles as you gasp for breath, coming down from your orgasm.

And you don't give the slightest fuck if anybody hears you.

Mark always knows precisely how to please you. And he's so fucking good at it. Yanking him up by his shoulders, you crash your lips against his. You can taste your fluids in his mouth, and it sparks a new wave of arousal between your thighs. It doesn't help that his erection is practically stabbing into your hip as he pushes his large frame against you, his arms wrapped tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed over the railing. Welcoming his tongue into your mouth, you moan as you enjoy the flavour of your nectar, sweet but with a slightly bitter taste.

"I want you so fucking bad, Mark," you breathe between kisses as you frantically undo his belt, then his pants. Almost as if you won't survive if his cock isn't inside you within the next seven seconds. Mark yanks your dress down, pushing it off your body, leaving you bare. Then he kicks his pants off, followed by his shirt, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers. Your mouth practically drools over the sight of his hard length, straining against the thin fabric.

"It's cold out here. Let's take this inside, sweetheart." And with that, he picks you up in bridal style, and both of your clothes are forgotten on the balcony.

Lit candles illuminate the room on every surface. Your shadows dance on the wall in the soft yellow-orange ambience as he carries you back inside the large hotel room and gently sets you down on the soft bed. He steps back for a moment, admiring your body like it's the first time he's seen you in the nude. Every inch of you looks tantalising - your smooth skin, tattoos, and curves. His immediate instinct is to just jump on you and fuck you like there's no tomorrow. But he suppresses his urge. He wants to take it slow and make it the night of your life.

And he does.

His desire grows like wildfire as his hands explore your body, every moan and whimper from your lips like music. You reach down and palm him through his underwear, making him growl. Within seconds, the last piece of clothing is peeled from his body and tossed carelessly to the floor.

You take in the sight of his body, absolutely gorgeous in every way. A smile plays on your lips as he climbs onto the bed, and you waste no time taking his cock into your mouth before he can even get settled on the soft blanket. He's on his knees next to your head, and you're on your back. Seeing you spread out like that makes him want you even more.

"Fuck," he groans as you take in as much of him as you can, your tongue tracing along the underside the way he likes it best. The flavour of slightly salty drops of precum invades your taste buds as you quicken the pace.

Mark pets your soft hair with one hand as his other hand trails down your body, between your legs. A muffled moan escapes your throat as 2 of his fingers penetrate you, your slick cunt enveloping his digits as you spread your legs out further. Pulling off of him with an audible pop, you squeal loudly as he pushes deep inside you. And once he finds that sweet spot, he works it relentlessly until you're practically screaming as another orgasm tears through your body. You look up at him as he grins at you, and you grab his wrist, pulling his hand up and licking his fingers clean.

And then he's on top of you. Taking your nipple into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking, his erection throbbing with need against your thigh. Your fingers are in his soft hair as he moves up, leaving little pecks from your breast to your neck. And finally pressing his lips to yours, the stubble scratching your face ever so slightly. His body weight pushes down on you like a weighted blanket, making you feel relaxed. He sits on his knees, gently moving your legs apart with his big hands.

You watch as he lines up with your slick opening. Gasping as it slides in, you slowly adjust to his size. He feels so fucking good; you're lost in pure bliss as he fucks you, taking his time and enjoying it like it's the last time he's going to fuck you for a while.

Mark leans forward, staring deep into your eyes, his face inches from yours. His eyes are so beautiful, you're mesmerised by them. You flash a smile at him as he picks up the pace. Gradually, muffling the noises of pleasure spilling from your lips with a kiss as he fucks you harder. Mark is done going sweet and slow. He wants all of you.

With a low growl, he pushes your legs back as he pounds into you. Throwing your head back, you cry out in ecstasy as his fingernails leave little indents on your skin. Your hands tangle in his soft hair; your eyes roll back as one of his hands makes its way between your bodies. Fingertips rubbing shapes on your swollen clit as he fucks into you at a rhythmic pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he whispers in your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"Mark!" your voice is a squeaky whine as your legs tremble. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast and hard, painful pleasure pulses through your veins as your cunt squeezes his cock. The intense climax shakes your whole body as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, taking him in as deep as possible.

Mark slows his pace and pulls his fingers from your throbbing clit, sensing your overstimulation. His hand meets yours, and your fingers interlock with his.

With one final thrust, he lets out a loud growl as he fills you with his warm cum, his hand squeezing yours, his eyes dark and full of passion. You move your hips to meet his thrusts, milking his cock of every last drop of the warm fluid.

Mark slowly moves a few more times, and then finally he rolls off of you, breathing heavily. You can feel his fluids dripping out of you, so you reach a hand down and scoop it up with your fingers.

Mark watches with wide eyes as you bring your fingers to your lips, moaning at the taste of his fluid mixed with your essence. Mark leans in and kisses you slowly, tenderly, his hand resting upon your hip.

A cool breeze comes in through the open balcony doors, cooling down your sweaty bodies as you lie there, staring into each other's eyes. There is no place you would rather be than right here, right now with Mark.

He suddenly speaks up as he moves his hand to caress your face gently.

"You're truly the most amazing person I've ever met, and I want to love you forever. Y/n, will you marry me?"

[gardenofafterthoughts]

31/08/19

"The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world."

- Alice Hoffman

[crustswamp]

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.

Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

[philhoffman]

[whinnyornot]

This was the fifth of my revamped Whinfell designs. 🐎✨ Originally posted on my alt instagram account.

Meet the Enfys Whinfell. 💐

The name Enfys is of Welsh origin. It is the word for "rainbow," and started being used as a name in the 19th century. I actually picked out the name before I even began finalizing the design for this horse because I was so dead set on having a rainbow-related name. It was this horse that made me decide I wanted all of the Whinfells to have color themed titles. Lore:

"The Enfys Whinfell are easily identifiable by their alluring iridescent bodies, which perfectly emulate the sky at dawn and dusk, when the Enfys is most active. This Whinfell typically inhabits temperate deciduous forests and meadows where their favorite food, stinging nettles, grow. Despite its dainty appearance, this is a hardy subspecies that has developed very rough skin on their muzzles and tongues that make it virtually impossible for them to be hurt by the nettle's hairs, but if you'd rather try to gain an Enfys' trust with another less pointy plant, they also enjoy hops blossoms.

The Enfys' magical coat was based on the Mother of Pearl moth, while their neutral coat is a dark mushroom (a dilution currently only found in the Shetland pony breed, though the test is available for miniature horses and some other breeds).

You may also notice the neutral coat has a dorsal stripe and a small spot on its forehead. This was intentional. The Enfys may be able to magically hide its form, but these are tiny giveaways to their true selves."

Whinfell redesigns: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

References:

Star Stable Online, Normalhorse.jpg, digital art, 754 × 373 pixels (7.854 * 3.8854 in), Star Stable Wiki, October 24, 2018, https://starstable.wiki.gg/wiki/Whinfell/Gallery#/media/File:Normalhorse.jpg.

Star Stable Online, Magichorse.jpg, digital art, 754 × 373 pixels (7.854 * 3.8854 in), Star Stable Wiki, October 24, 2018, https://starstable.wiki.gg/wiki/Whinfell/Gallery#/media/File:Magichorse.jpg.

Jennifer Hoffman, “An Interactive Introduction to Equine Coat Color Genetics," horse.jenniferhoffman.net. accessed August 12, 2022, http://horse.jenniferhoffman.net/horse-color-genetics.html.

Frank Vassen, 13807526503_14bb78f755_o.jpg, photograph, 3913 * 2935 pixels (7.889 × 5.917 in), flickr, November 30, 2013, https://www.flickr.com/photos/42244964@N03/13807526503/.

Clai Elizabeth, Mother of Pearl_ Clai Elizabeth_ Flickr, photograph, 500 * 336 pixels (5.208 × 3.5 in), flickr, April 15, 2007, https://www.flickr.com/photos/clairephilpott/5492815282/.

[petaltexturedskies]

The sky was the tender, transparent blue of a late summer's night and a slender intimation of the moon hung above a copse of fir although the tiger lilies of the setting sun still growled in the west.

Angela Carter, from The Infernal Desire Maschines of Doctor Hoffman

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Lawrence/Mark x fem!reader - Jealousy

Warning : jealousy, blood, saw horror, kiss, use of Y/n, fluff, comfort

Mark Hoffman x fem!reader, Lawrence Gordon x fem!reader

Summary : Two men, two successors to Jigsaw and yet, besides the latest game, there is something in both of them that they want...you.

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Costas mandylor - masterlist

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Since John had chosen his successors, the last thing he hoped for from them was an intimate relationship. Lawrence was his biggest project and at the same time his biggest secret. Amanda for a short time like a daughter but for her he was the father.

Mark had gotten by the serial killer again a sense and Y/n the newest member of the almost cult was Johns second hand which concerned the creation of traps. Behind the young reporter's friendly demeanor, however, was a goddess who, like John, ruled over the living and the dead.

A woman who since she had emerged, especially the doctor and the policeman had not been able to get out of his head. Lawrence for the first time again felt his heart beating for someone after his wife and Adam.

How the blond came more and more often to the factory instead of being at work to take care of the medical things and to keep an eye on how it would cause physical pain.

His friendliness and just slightly insane mixed and he enjoyed the time together with her. To his surprise, she had worked as a nurse for a few years and both had an interest in the medical field.

Mark, on the other hand, scored with his sense of justice and his direct manner. He made it clear to everyone that he wanted something from her. The way he rolled up his sleeves to work on the machines when they tightened something together.

The way he made remarks and flirted, much to the chagrin of John and Amanda, neither of whom wanted to hear about it as long as the three of them didn't forget their goal in the work. The umstruckturieren, punish and judge the people.

The sun was already low in the sky when Y/n returned from her lunch break to her office for the last few hours. Closing the door to her office and enjoying the coffee she had bought just a few minutes before. Settling into her chair, she finally saw the bouquet of red roses lying on her desk.

Is it a birthday? she asked herself and looked at the calendar on her wall where the birthdays of her colleagues were listed. But there was no little cake to be seen that month.

Taking the bouquet in her hand she smelled the sweet roses, the redness of the blossoms matched her lipstick. She saw the small card in the bouquet and took it in her hands while she fetched a glass of water and put the bouquet in it.

,,For the most loving co-worker as a token of my love," she murmured the words that someone had written in cursive with a fountain pen. A message from a mysterious admirer had bought her the roses and seemed to be looking forward to them.

She looked at the roses with a smile and went back to her work. But during the remaining hours, her eyes kept going to the roses. The sweet blossoms, the scent that surrounded her, was intoxicating. Intoxicating until she walked out of her office and picked up a single one.

You could make any murder factory more beautiful, which is why she was even happier. ,,Hello, I'm here!" she called into the factory and got a cheerful hello back from Amanda who was working on the bear trap and John already seemed to be making new plans.

She put the rose in a coffee cup and filled it with water and put it on the small table by Amanda's bed. ,,Thank you" the black haired girl said and winked at the older one before Y/n disappeared into the corridors of the factory with a nod.

She looked into a few of the rooms and saw the various torture devices, some still in the middle of finishing work or in the testing phase. But that was not her goal. ,,I hope the stomach doesn't burst open again" she mumbled and could still remember the last time they wanted to place a bomb in one of the victims.

This, however, shortly after a false start led to complications and both died. A mistake that went on the cap of Lawrence and Y/n who had not switched everything on correctly.

Knocking on the door frame of the doctor's room she went in and saw the blond working on a person. He turned to her and seemed to be expecting someone else, but when his bright eyes went to her he smiled.

,,Hello Y/n, good to see you," he said cheerfully, pointing to the instruments he had laid out. She saw how he had already sewn up several wounds and was about to use hoes to probably hang the victim later. ,,A new device?" she asked and put on gloves before she started to hand him the things one by one.

He always gave her a thank you back and they both soon fell into a new conversation topic. She would be lying if she didn't like his calm and friendly manner. The little smile that was on his lips every time he pulled the needle with the thread through the man's skin.

He is always perfectly calm she thought and couldn't help but smile herself. The older one had noticed this and smirked as well, ,,What's so funny?" he wanted to know although they both seemed to know how absurd this all was. Two adults picking at one person.

Until they both burst into giggles and put away their medical tools to calm down. ,,Let's just hope that no-" she was about to continue when Lawrence put down the cutlery and stepped up with his prosthesis.

A mistake, as it turned out, when he drew in the air sharply and the bloody cutlery and tray fell off as he held onto the wall and almost toppled over. ,,Lawrence!" she cried, frightened, and hurried over to him, pushing the victim aside and supporting the blond doctor before taking him to a chair.

With a pained sigh, he tried to find a reasonably comfortable position before she pulled up his pants and looked at the prosthesis. ,,A screw came loose and cut your leg a little...I'll fix it...wait a minute" she said and he couldn't help but smile at her professionalism and caring.

More than once he had let his thoughts wander to her. He knew that his heart was beating for her but he didn't want to press her. Not like Mark.

He approached her and took off his prosthesis - he hadn't used his cane lately. ,,I shouldn't have been so independent of my cane," he said aloud and saw her give him a look of understanding before she came to him with the things.

,,It may have been a while now...but Gordon even I had to get used to my prosthesis," she said cheerfully and he looked at the three fingers of her right hand. Instead of flesh and blood, there was metal and leather and several joints connecting the three fingers.

Mostly, however, she wore a glove to hide the injury, not to mention the relatively large piece of her left ear that was missing after a bullet from a pistol nearly blew it off.

She didn't see the slight redness on his cheeks as she tended to his wounds and the blood. He had winced as she dabbed the disinfectant on the wound. His fingers briefly tightened on her shoulder and she gave him a moment to give himself time.

The position they were in she was kneeling in front of him practically between his legs and the pain stopped paired with her warm soft hands was something that made him draw in his breath sharply.

,,That should do it," she said in conclusion, tightening the bandage before sliding the prosthesis back onto his leg. Suddenly Lawrence's hand touched her cheek and she smelled that sweet smell again.

,,You gave me the roses," she said, and she felt as if someone had removed the board from her head. His smile widened and she felt the gesture of Lawrence pulling her closer. His fingers slid lightly over her body and he touched her gently.

She felt him pull her up, almost onto his lap, and she closed her eyes, hoping for the kiss, when suddenly a loud clearing of the throat was heard. ,,Doctor shouldn't you take care of your patients and let the living ones go?" Mark asked bitingly and gave the blonde a warning look before winking at the younger one and walking back into the hallway.

,,I need your help honey!" he called and she heard Lawrence shake his head in annoyance. ,,Thank you Lawrence" she said hastily and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and handed him his walking stick before walking behind Mark.

He seemed to have just returned from work, she smelled the smell of his gun, his aftershave and that smug feeling that surrounded him. ,,You can be nicer to him, you know," she reminded him, not liking that they didn't like each other. She knew that if they were going to keep doing this, they had to get along.

As soon as the next game was on, they all had to work together. ,,Don't be so sugar he'll get over it as soon as he can walk again" the brown haired man waved her off and she rolled her eyes as she walked with him to one of the machines.

She knew he had a more than deft hand for the traps. ,,Honey, can you get me the hooks from the main hall?" he asked and was already working on the metal. In answer to his question, she watched him for a moment before she disappeared.

A sigh inevitably escaped her and Amands patted her encouragingly on the shoulder. ,,Don't let it go to your head," she said, and John seemed to rebound from the whole affair.

His own relationship and love had been shattered by it all and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with it. ,,See that you get our new one and the trap ready...I don't want any delays Y/n" he said and she nodded showing him a look in which he let her know that she had finished it. Before the white haired one went back to his work himself. With the target in her hand she returned to the room and paused.

That's extra she thought and saw how the policeman had opened his shirt slightly, rolled up his sleeves and smiled broadly at her. ,,I knew it, good girl" he praised her and she threw him the heels which he found surprisingly good and started to work.

She leaned against the wall giving him new metal from time to time, but most of all she knew how much he enjoyed her looking at him.

How her eyes ran over his body and he was just wallowing in her gaze. After a few more moments of her looking at the trap and Hoffman in particular, he set the welder aside and tapped on the trap. ,,Sit down," he said, tapping the seat of the trap, which she knew could kill someone as soon as it was finished.

Sitting down on the cold metal, she was about to grab the blades when she felt his hand move up her thigh. Leaning against the metal and preventing her from escaping while she did not take her eyes off him.

At least he didn't allow that as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. ,,You know, I could give you more than the doctor" he whispered to her and she saw how he came closer to her and the kiss seemed inevitable.

Suddenly a cane crashed against the metal of the tubes and he rose from her. ,,You're disturbing, you know that?" came the sarcastic question and Lawrence smirked smugly as Mark moved away from Y/n and grabbed the welder before the three went back into the main room.

But before that she had hastily risen and given Mark a kiss on the cheek as she did with Lawrence, standing in the middle while the two men stared at each other dismissively. ,,John, we're done," she said to the oldest, who nodded contentedly and withdrew.

She seemed to sense what was about to happen, which is why she was grateful that Amanda took her by the hand and the two women retreated together.

Between all that, they both seemed to have found each other the most. The kiss she got at the end of the day from Amanda herself. But the arguing noise could still be heard in the hallways of the factory.

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@lola-max-sugar , @megustadilf , @slut4hoffman , @agunislover

[real-odark]

jobs i think all the saw characters would have if they weren't in saw, and didnt all have like the same 2 jobs (discluding some characters who actually have independent jobs, who i'll just put their regular jobs) with some explanations........

john - architect/engineer (obviously); too old to do anything else (jk) and also the jobs just perfect for him

jill - engineer (obviously); i feel like she could also do some childrens programs though, similar to what ill say to lynn, because she wants to feel like a mom since she never got to be one ,,!!

lawrence - doctor (obviously), oncologist; i dont actually have anything to say about this one but. stream oncol-la-la-la-logist from saw the musical

adam - veterinarian, and freelance photographer on the side (obviously); you know if youve read the og script he talks about how he wanted to be a vet. well we're gonna let him Yeaaaa.

amanda - journalist; a mostly independent job, and i know her and adam are similar in how they are the eyes in the sky, i also think she has very strong senses of justice for this job

lynn - doctor (obviously), pediatrician; she works with kids to help her through what she won't be getting to do with her son, to protect him--so instead pays the service to other children

kerry - lawyer; like amanda, a strong sense of justice. not only do i think she is very good at thinking under pressure, but i KNOW shed be serving cunt in that courtroom

eric - highschool sports coach; has a lot of pent up anger and likes to have control of his situation, especially by people who will just. listen to him. he also uses this to try and get close to daniel by working at his school (its probably not working)

daniel - minimum wage grocery store bagger; hes like a teenager, its this or working at an ice cream parlor and ones less socially demanding for the awkward kid he is

strahm - chef; another job for people with anger (watch the bear streaming on hulu), but idk if i can back this up by anything other than saying his face just looks like he makes a mean omelette?

perez - ceo of some financial services; money money money must be funny in a rich mans world. i know shes super confident and was definitely a math mu kid in school so i think she could top off some banking job, but would probably do some local volunteer service stuff as well #communitygal.

hoffman - detective (obv); since his name is legally detective!! just kidding idk i just cant picture him as anything else.

[elennemigo]

This is gonna be long so buckle up! 😁

2

★ Eric official trailer released.

★ New character poster.

9

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch, Abi Morgan and Lucy Forbes on New York puppet thriller Eric" (Royal Television Society)

14

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch is a troubled puppet master in new Netflix series Eric" (Entertainment Weekly) (my gifs)

★ Eric Special Q&A and screening for SAG AFTRA. (Gallery) (my post) The q&a will be uploaded to their YT channel.

15

★ Benedict did promo for Eric at FYSEE24 in Los Angeles. (Gallery)

★ Panel with Benedict, Gaby Hoffmann, McKinley Belcher III and Abi Morgan after the screening at FYSEE24. (Gallery) (my post)

20

★ Eric UK Premiere. (Gallery) (my post)

Panel with Benedict, Gaby Hoffman, McKinley Belcher III, Abi Morgan, and Lucy Forbes.

Clips x x x x

Interviews: HeyUGuys (my gifs)/ Virgin Radio UK / Jodie McCallum / London Live / PA Entertainment / The News Movement

22

★ Benedict in conversation with Zoe Ball on BBC Sounds. (there´s still time to listen this interview!)

★ Benedict and Eric featured in a few magazines. Check the scans here, courtesy of benedict-cumberbatch.com

26

★ "In the mystery Eric, desperation and decline manifest into a life-size monster puppet." (LA Times)

★ Benedict Cumberbatch in Netflix show Eric: Dressing as monster is 'one of the most ludicrous things I've done' (BBC)

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★ Benedict Cumberbatch warns history is repeating itself as streethomelessness soars. (Big Issue)

I´m gonna put all the press junket for Eric he did here, even tho they came out in different days, so they´re all together:

Metro Entertainment / Today / Sunrise / Bonnie Laufer / On Demand / Collider / Digital Spy / BAFTA / DC Film Girl / WHYY / Pix 11 News / Paul McGuire Grimes / LBC / ComingSoon.Net / Radio Times / Sky news/ Channel 4 (my gifs)

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★ Patrick Melrose debuted on Netflix US platform.

★ Lucy Forbes shared photos of the cast & crew on the set of Eric on her IG.

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★ Eric premiered on Netflix!

★"Benedict Cumberbatch Battles Inner Demons in Eric." (TUDUM)

★ "Puppet Master" (Queue Netflix)

These interviews included a new photoshoot! (My post)

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch on exploring dark characters in new Netflix series, Eric." (Irish examiner)

★ "Benedict Cumberbatch breaks down Eric's twists and turns: ´It's about the mess of being human´ " (GQ magazine)

✧ ── ⋅ FIN ⋅ ── ✧

There was a lot to compile and i might had missed something but hopefully, most it´s here. Enjoy! 😊