"Right now, you are feeling helpless."

》 Roleplay blog for Mark Hoffman from the Saw franchise. 》Tws: violence, blood, murder, hoffman is not nice 》More in pinned.

[mark-mumbles]

》 WELCOME 《

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》 GENERAL 《

> Mark is cold, violent, controlling, and is in his late 30s to early 40s. He also wears his pig mask most of the time.

This means, do not expect him to be nice to you.

> Sexulaity is gay and his pronouns are he/him.

> No NSFW stuff allowed (ex: detailed intercourse, masterbation).

> PLEASE BE PAITENT AS WE RUN MULTIPLE BLOGS. THERE IS ONLY ONE THING BEHIND THEM ALL. WE ALSO TEND TO GET DISTRACTED EASILY. WE WILL ANSWER AT SOME POINT.

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> Talking: "talking"

> Actions: actions

> Mod Speak: 》 mod speak 《

》 MOD INFO 《

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[barry-banters]

> Hello. As of now, this blog, alongside others, will be in the process of being moved to an archive blog the Mod has made. Mod will not be getting notifs nor will the blogs be connected to the main account. Thank you for roleplaying with us. If you ever want to reread old roleplays, the blogs will remain, but no longer active. > Maybe one day the Mod will come back but as of now, that is unlikely. Please do not reach out if you are going to ask about this decesion. This has been decided since the begining of the blogs' creations, but we did not know when it would happen/take place. > By the time this is posted, all blogs will be moved and archived.

[mark-mumbles]

Did you get lip injections

"No, I did not get lip injections."

[strongerpotions]

"kill them with kindness" wrong. SAW TRAP 🪚⛓️🩸⚙️⛓️꩜🔪🩸🪚⛓️🩸꩜⚙️🔪🩸🩸🪚꩜🪚⛓️⚙️⛓️🩸🔪꩜🩸⛓️⚙️🩸⚙️🪚⛓️🩸꩜🔪꩜🪚🪚⚙️🩸🩸🪚⛓️🩸⚙️⛓️꩜🔪🩸🪚⛓️🩸꩜⚙️🔪🩸🩸🪚꩜🪚⛓️⚙️⛓️🩸🔪꩜🩸⛓️⚙️🩸⚙️🪚⛓️🩸꩜🔪꩜🪚🪚⚙️🩸🩸🪚⛓️🩸⚙️⛓️꩜🔪🩸🪚⛓️🩸꩜⚙️🔪🩸🩸🪚꩜🪚⛓️⚙️⛓️🩸🔪꩜🩸⛓️⚙️🩸⚙️🪚⛓️🩸꩜🔪꩜🪚

[mark-mumbles]

*hands you Carrie*

"What the fuck am I supposed to with her?"

[carrie-whites-whispers]

…… Put me down…?

[mark-mumbles]

Mark sets her down somewhat gently, not knowing what to do with the kid.

"Are you some sort of pink flower? What's with all the pink."

[carrie-whites-whispers]

Carrie made a face while looking down at her dress. She didn’t see the big deal, she liked pink. She looked back up at him but had to tilt her cowboy hat up as she did.

… S’just m’clothes… Why are you wearin’ all black..?

[mark-mumbles]

"You stick out like a sore. If John saw you, he'd pitch a fit."

Mark grumbles when he mentions John. He leans his swine masked face closer to Carrie's.

"Dark clothes blend in better than bright pink, Kid."

[carrie-whites-whispers]

Carrie looked confused. She didn’t know who John was. Her eyes slightly widened and she blinked before gently poking the nose of the mask, smiling a little.

[mark-mumbles]

A heavy sigh is heard from Mark as he straightens back up.

"I get that Adam and Amanda are young but having an actual kid here is insane. The fuck am I to do with the kid?"

[carrie-whites-whispers]

Carrie absentmindedly picked at her cast. She definitely didn’t have that bulky thing the last time they met.

… Swear….

[mark-mumbles]

"What's with the arm, Kid? Punch someone and they retaliated?"

He ignores her calling him out for his language, going straight for what he finds more interesting.

[carrie-whites-whispers]

Carrie shrugged.

… No, I fell down the stairs… Y’wanna sign it..?

She held up her cast to him. She already had a few signatures from other people.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark pulls out a sharpie from his pocket, looking at all the signatures. Finding an empty spot, he writes his name and draws a pig head.

"That all you need, Kid? Or do I need to lead you out of the plant?"

[carrie-whites-whispers]

… Your name is Mark..?

Carrie looked at her cast before starting to giggle. She ignored his question, finding it hilarious that his name was something so silly sounding.

[mark-mumbles]

"What's so funny about my name?"

He sounds irritated at his name being laughed at.

"What did you think it was? Swine? Pig? Oink?"

[carrie-whites-whispers]

… Mark Hoffman..! It ain’t scary soundin’..!

Carrie kept giggling. She put her hand over her mouth, grinning from ear to ear.

[mark-mumbles]

"That's Detective Mark Hoffman to you. Considering you're laughing at my name."

He just grimace behind his mask.

[carrie-whites-whispers]

… You’re a detective..? Like Inspector Gadget..?

Now Carrie was just straight up curious. She rocked back and forth on her heels, holding her cast to her chest. It hurt her upper arm to keep it low sometimes.

[mark-mumbles]

Another loud sigh is heard. Seems like Mark is fed up even though he continues entertaining her.

"I'm the cop type, not whatever that is. But I also work for John, so... A bit counter intuitive, if you ask me."

[mark-mumbles]

Small weiner

"Says the pussy hiding behind anon."

[bethgreenespeaks]

He is, in fact, small.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark smacks the back of Adam's head.

"Shut it."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Hey!

Adam rubbed the back of his head before punching Mark straight in the dick.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark falls to his knees, clutching his junk in pain. His ragged breathing is heard through the swine covering.

[mark-mumbles]

Big dick is back in town

"If you mean me, then yes I am."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Mark admitted to you being a slut.

@mark-mumbles

Adam slapped Mark’s back right where he had scratched him.

[mark-mumbles]

A loud hiss of pain escapes him, body tensing at the stinging pain.

"What the fuck, Stanheight."

He looks at Adam, frowning behind the pig mask. His hands hold another jammed trap.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Pissant.

Adam gritted his teeth. His face was bright red, embarrassed by what Mark had been saying about him.

[mark-mumbles]

"Why are you pissed? I thought I fucked that out of you."

He says it nonchalantly, looking back at the trap in hand.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Yeah? Well maybe you didn’t do it good enough, Hoffman.

He glared up at the man, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at the trap.

[mark-mumbles]

"You didn't say why you're pissy."

He yanks out a spring, dropping it on the counter below. While jammed, it's more of a prototype than a true, working trap.

"Since now you're only saying I did poorly. Before, you were happy to tell me to keep going."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Uh, maybe don’t call me a slut?

Adam tossed his hands up dramatically before sighing. He walked over to Mark and hopped up on the table he was working at, sitting there and watching.

You tried to eat me alive, you ass.

[mark-mumbles]

"They called me a slut. I told them you are what you eat. And the last thing I ate happened to be you."

Mark shakes the prototype, a few screws popping out.

"Can you blame me? You looked appetizing. Besides, my back looks like someone took a cheese grater to it."

[bethgreenespeaks]

I’m talking about this.

Adam pulled his shirt down over his shoulder to reveal a gnarly looking bite mark. It was bruised already and scabbed over but it looked like a chunk was almost taken out of him.

Appetizing? Thanks, Hannibal Lecter.

[mark-mumbles]

"I could say that I've done to you what my name means. But that would be stupid."

He looks over the bite with obvious approval, almost looking like he's proud of how it looks despite Adam's annoyance.

"Looks good on you, Stanheight. I can always add another in a more... hidden place."

[bethgreenespeaks]

The redness of his face darkened at his comment. He quickly fixed his shirt back to how it was previously. He crossed his legs, picking up a screw and flicking it at Mark.

You’re already stupid you gorilla.

[mark-mumbles]

"Am I? I'm only doing what you enjoy."

Mark let's the screw bounce off him, not needing it at the moment. He shakes the trap again, this time a bit harder. A few more springs pop out.

"This prototype should have been Amanda's doing. It's malfunctioned more times than we've fucked."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam looked at the trap. He rolled his eyes slightly before grabbing it from Mark to get a closer look at it. He reached over to grab a screwdriver, starting to mess with something.

We’ve done it, like, not even three times.

[mark-mumbles]

"That's the point. This has malfunctioned over six. Amanda was supposed to fix this one but threw it at me. Apparently, she didn't enjoy our show "

He flicks a spring at Adam while he tinkers away at the trap.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam paused and looked at Mark with a horrified expression. He still held the trap in his hands, his blush going down to his neck and up to his ears.

She saw us?! You’re fucking joking, come on!

[mark-mumbles]

"I'm not. She hunted me down at my apartment. Told me how we need to be quieter and not leave such a huge mess."

His smug tone starts to bleed through again.

"She was completely disgusted. Don't worry, I reminded her that I've walked in on her with a girl she brought once. We're on even grounds, Stanheight."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam quickly looked back down at what he was working. They really did leave a mess… His back and legs had been soaked. His hands were shaking a little out of embarrassment.

You did it, jerk…

[mark-mumbles]

"And Amanda knows too. After all, she did look a little concerned. She asked if you even lived after everything, considering how bloody you were."

He hums, watching Adam work on the prototype.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Do you make all of your partners look and feel like murder victims?

Adam messed around with the prototype for another moment before aggressively putting it back down on the table.

[mark-mumbles]

"Not sure. I usually don't remember them after a night of drinking and sleeping. They don't exactly stay for long."

He looks at the prototype with a hint of irritation.

"Can't fix it either?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

No. That shit is stupid, Amanda should fix her own dumb fucking stuff.

Adam huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

I take pictures, not help fix stuff…

[mark-mumbles]

A chuckle makes his shoulders shake. He couldn't agree more.

"I'll fix the traps we have. But when it comes to her prototypes, I have no idea what I'm doing. She never leaves her notes either."

He flicks a screw at Adam at his crossed-arm response.

[mark-mumbles]

Slut

"You are what you eat. And I did eat out a slut."

[mark-mumbles]

Did you get marked up

"He scratched my back to shreds."

His back stung when now from under all his layers.

[mark-mumbles]

What will John and Amanda think when they find out you two screw around instead of work?

"What's it matter? John is barely alive as is amd Amanda has some chick she can go out with."

[mark-mumbles]

You’ve got a crush don’t you

"I will not confirm nor deny."

[mark-mumbles]

Well you seem pleased with yourself

"He started something and I ended it. He looked breathtaking when I left. He can't say I didn't warn him."

[mark-mumbles]

Have fun?

"Lots of fun."

He sounds smug from behind his pig mask.

[mark-mumbles]

Oops *hands you Adam*

"Hello, Adam. Want to play a game?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

Oh, gross. You’re uglier up close, y’know… Put me down.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark drops Adam, rolling his eyes behind the mask.

"Says the man who was practically cuddling up in my arms."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam grunted.

Was not. And would you take that stupid mask off already?!

[mark-mumbles]

"Why would I do that? John wants us to be his pigs, so he'll fucking get what he wants."

He even let's out a squeal and a few snorts to sell the entirety of his words.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Well, I’m not going to fucking wear one.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. He thought Mark’s pig act was stupid.

[mark-mumbles]

"Whatever you say, Honey."

His sarcastic tone practically oozes with annoyance.

"What's wrong? The little rat is afraid of the big bad pig? Can't handle the oinking and the squeals?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

What? You’re such an asshole, dude. Fuck off.

Adam waved him off. He didn’t like the look of the mask. It reminded him of what he had gotten himself into, something he’d never end up being able to leave. And maybe he did want to see Mark’s face.

[mark-mumbles]

"Me? Fuck off? This is my work area, Adam. Shouldn't you be the one leaving?"

He makes a show of waving at the various bolts and screws laying about. A few unfinished traps and jammed ones are strown along the desks.

"Or is it... Don't tell me. You're here to see me of all people."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Fuck you. I’ll go wherever the fuck I want, bastard.

Adam spit out harshly. He pulled his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket, not even offering Mark one before lighting one. He did feel a little embarrassed.

What? You got a problem with me talking to you or something? You’re such a hermit.

[mark-mumbles]

"You and Amanda have many things in common. I'd say that if either of you were to suddenly change sexes, there'd still be Amanda and Adam. How funny, don't you think?"

Mark doesn't bother asking for a cigarette, he still tends to keep the pig mask on anyway. It's hard enough to breathe and see in it as is.

"Besides, if I'm such a hermit. Then what are you, Adam? The rat that comes to my rescue?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

Do you ever shut up, Hoffman?

Adam blew out a puff of smoke, tossing his hands up in dramatic irritation. He glared at Mark and had to hold himself back from biting down on his cigarette.

[mark-mumbles]

"Only time I'm quiet is when I need to be. And you don't need me like that right now."

He leans against one of the desks, arms crossing over his chest. The squeak of his gloves is heard as he adjusts his hands.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam tapped the ash onto the ground. He rather confidently walked up to Mark, taking another drag off of his cigarette before blowing it out again.

I don’t need you, at all.

[mark-mumbles]

"If you don't need me, then why are you still here?"

Mark doesn't move, watching Adam intently. He's curious on how this entire thing will go. He's always been a sucker for fighting and adrenaline rushes.

[bethgreenespeaks]

‘Cause I only put up with you for John’s sake.

Adam came closer. He dropped his cigarette and let it continue to burn on on the hard floor. He grabbed Hoffman by the front of his coat, tugging him down to his height.

Take off the mask, Hoffman.

[mark-mumbles]

"If you're here for John's sake. Then why do you want my mask off?"

Mark uncrosesses his arms, hands slowly sneaking towards Adam's waist. He grabs his hips tightly, squeezing.

"This isn't about John, is it?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam didn’t flinch and instead he welcomed the touch. His hands went from grasping his jacket to pressing flat on his chest, slowly moving up to say his neck and under his mask. He didn’t look at Mark.

…. No.

[mark-mumbles]

"Then what are you looking for, Adam? Another game to play?"

Mark doesn't let go and instead just squeezes a tad bit tighter. A low hum escapes his throat, the smirk on his lips growing bigger while hidden.

[bethgreenespeaks]

If that’s what you want to call it, Mark…

Adam quickly slipped Mark’s mask off before he could protest. He didn’t want to kiss that sort of pig. He stood on his toes and leaned up against the older man, bringing their faces closer together. The mask hung loosely from his hand.

[mark-mumbles]

"What? A game? Then what would you call it if not that?"

Mark stares down at him, smirk still there. He doesn't move his head towards him, wanting Adam's answer before anything else is to happen.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam’s other hand went to the back of Mark’s head, his fingers going through his hair. He only met his eyes for a moment before looking at the man’s lips.

… Some sort of death trap or something… Just shut up and kiss me, detective.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark let's out a huff at his demand before giving into it. He smashes his lips into Adam's harshly. He doesn't try to be gentle, biting at the other man's lips hard enough to draw blood at his harsh nips. He pulls away, a lop-sided smirk on his face.

"Is that all you wanted, Adam?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam was more than used to men being rough with him. He tried to be equally as rough. Although he grunted in pain at the bite, gently licking over it when Mark pulled away. He tasted blood on the daily but this felt different. His pale face had gone pink.

Is that all you want to give me?

He suddenly pulled on the back of Mark’s hair.

[mark-mumbles]

A husky laugh left his lips at Adam's tugging. Instead of going for another kiss, he puts his face in the crook between Adam's neck and shoulder. Mark then proceeds to bite down as hard as he can, sinking his teeth in the flesh and bringing forth blood.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam dropped the mask with a pained shout. Both hands tightly grasped onto Mark’s hair and his eyes clenched shut, groaning in pain and a bit of enjoyment. His head leaned back. He could feel the block start to ooze, dripping down and onto his shirt.

[mark-mumbles]

"What? Pig got your tongue, Adam?"

He lets his tongue glide over the ruined flesh, enjoying the show whether Adam knows it or not.

"Don't tell me you're enjoying this. After all, you do hate me oh so much."

[bethgreenespeaks]

One of Adam’s leg hiked up Mark’s hip, his hands still grasping onto him. His head remained leaned back. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, a shaky sigh leaving him. He managed to choke out.

Fuck you…

[mark-mumbles]

"Fuck me, huh? Well, if you're going to act like that..."

Mark pulls away, shoving Adam onto the desk full of unfinished traps. He gives the younger man an amused look, snatching up his pig mask. He even gives his crotch a quick glance.

"Looks like you have a problem, Adam. Might want to take care of that."

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam gasped harshly and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute in his chest. After he realized what Mark was talking about his hands quickly shot down towards his pants. His face was flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

You dickhead! The fuck was that for?!

[mark-mumbles]

"What's wrong, Adam? Don't like how the game's going?"

His smrik grows wider, eyes becoming half-lidded. His mask is tossed haphazardly on the desk by the other.

"Or do you want me to take care of it for you?"

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam looked him over before sitting up and grabbing Mark by the front of his shirt. He threw himself back down against the table, tugging the bigger man on top of him. He had his own smug smirk on his face as he wrapped his legs around Mark’s waist.

You’re such a bitch. You’d really take care of it for me, huh, detective..?

[mark-mumbles]

Mark places his hands on the desk, right next to Adam's hips.

"If I wasn't me, you wouldn't be here right now. You're the one who started this. I have no issues with ending it, Stanheight. Just give me the word."

He puts his weight on Adam, keeping his smirk on his face the entire time.

[bethgreenespeaks]

Adam’s tongue licked over his teeth. He could still taste his own blood. His hands found themselves gripping Mark’s shoulders, leaning up a little. He brought his face up to the side of Mark’s and whispered in his ear, breathy and teasing.

Please, Mark.

[mark-mumbles]

"When you say it like that, how can I refuse?"

Mark crashes their lips together, nipping and biting all the while he latches his hands onto Adam's hips, trying to drag him closer. He pulls away to tell him one last thing before diving back in for another kiss.

"You're going to regret starting this, Stanheight."

[mark-mumbles]

You like men lol

"Got an issue with that?"

[mark-mumbles]

"How many annoying fuckers are there? First one is a kid. The next is John's fucking ex-wife. Who's fucking next?"

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

*he shrugged, eating something from his pocket*

Wanna another kid?

[mark-mumbles]

"No. I'd rather shove your hand in the grinder."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

That sucks...

*he hands him a mini chocolate bar*

Peace treaty.

[mark-mumbles]

Mark gives him a dead stare from behind the pig mask.

"And how do you expect me to eat this."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

Frank eats all kinds of BS all the time, and he's not even real.

*he shrugged again, gesturing for his to eat it*

Shove it through the eye hole or something?

[mark-mumbles]

"I'll shove something through your eye socket if you keep talking, Chihuahua."

Mark points at a mattress on the floor with restraints. Above it are metal blades made to slice through a person's eyes and appendages depending on the user's end choice.

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

That's cool...did you make that?

*he looked between it and Mark, not a care in the world*

[mark-mumbles]

"Amanda sketched it all out. I put it together."

He doesn't sound ecstatic about it.

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

...*he nodded*...huh...so you actually use it for poking peoples eyes out?

[mark-mumbles]

"Depends. Can they do it in sixty seconds or will they have all their limbs removed for not gouging out their eyes?"

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

...I would ask 'do what'...but I feel like that's a trap...but anyways, so it's like a torture weapon?

[mark-mumbles]

"It gives them a second chance at life. Makes them cherish it despite the disabilities it brings... Or say he says. I'd rather they not get their second chance."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

I would ask who 'he' is...but I'm really not liking this conversation...why do you bring...these people in here anyway? Seems stupid.

[mark-mumbles]

"I do what I'm told. They're no good low-lifes. Some are just down-right pests that don't deserve the second chance at life they're offered. But fighting what I'm told is more tedious than anything."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

...I get that...but I was supposed to stop the end of the world, not...medieval torture methods...I feel like we had very different situations...but uh...do what you gotta do I guess...

[mark-mumbles]

"The end of the world? That's going to happen way after you, Chihuahua. And I happy to see some random kid is telling me what to do. Truly makes my day."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

Well I did die to save the world...*he shrugged*...but apparently that still doesn't make me important to anyone.

*he looked up at him*...I wasn't telling you what to do, you just weren't listening.

[mark-mumbles]

"Uh huh. Well, why don't you go fuck off and save the world again? Being here means only the cops will like you when they find your body. After all, no one cares about anyone unless it's tied to their paycheck. And I have no problem admitting that I could get a hefty price for finding your killer. Some shady cop did it because he wanted to. It's very easy."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

*he shrugged*

I didn't say that I was staying, I just wanted to say hi, but apparently that's illegal now.

And Frank says you're stupid, by the way.

[mark-mumbles]

"What's illegal is you trespassing on private property. Which is exactly what you're doing now. And we can't forget the DNA you're leaving by being here. You would be an awful serial killer."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

Good thing I'm not a serial killer-

I just listen to what the voices say and flood schools and invade golf courses- *he proceeded to do jazz hands*...I have no interest in murder.

[mark-mumbles]

"Mhm. And yet you're leaving your DNA all over. Hair, skin, whatever you were eating before. They might think it's you."

[donnie-darko-doing-darko-things]

Well, I'm technically dead, so...are they going check my grave or something?

[mark-mumbles]

"Probably. I wouldn't past them. The FBI especially."