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    @keyborn entered the mr robot store

    starter call // accepting af

                        “ I kept all of this from you because I KNEW that you wouldn’t be able to handle it… you should NOT have gone looking, kiddo… you should have just let me do this and not gotten yourself involved and too overwhelmed, ” 

                       Elliot’s jaw tightens, the creases of his mouth line becoming more prominent as anger swelled up inside him. He’s fighting back every urge to grab the man by the neck and slam him into the wall. However, the situation they were in was delicate. Making a scene would only worsen the situation. “ You piece of shit, ” he whispers, tone harsh and cold. “ When I told  you we could work together I mean together. That doesn’t mean going behind my back and doing shit that’s going to get me killed. Or anyone else killed. ”

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“I’m only supposed to be your prophet. You’re supposed to be my God.” Christian Slater as Mr. Robot/Edward Alderson in Mr. Robot (2015-)

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why would he wear his jacket but not his pants? i have no idea but here he is doin it.

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       a few precious baby icons to apologize for my lack of activity here.

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                      o shit it’s the feds.

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gamenu:

        {/Nicole loved train rides. They were comforting, and nice. Pleasant, and no one bothered her there. She could just play her games and not worry about anything else. Plus…even though she usually got motion sick in vehicles, trains had a rhythm to them that were just soothing. So instead of walking where she wanted to go today, she was going to take the train! Besides, it was going to have been much faster for her.

          Although, that thing about nobody bothering her? Scratch that.

          She glances up from her game when she hears a voice speaking. (He was lucky she didn’t have her volume all the way up on her headphones). Looking over at him, she gave a small nod before flashing a bit of a smile. While Nicole wasn’t too happy about being interrupted, it was okay because it was about her game. Anytime she got to talk about her game was a good time in her opinion.}

         “Yeah. I upgraded my house ta tha fulles’. My friend won an online give away fer like…a million bells? An’ she gave me half jus’ because she knows I play too an’ she likes me. An’ wi’ tha’, I was able ta fully upgrade my house, an’ buy tha Princess an’ Sweets Set from Gracie’s.” {/She’s so excited about her literal Sweets Castle of a home. It’s by far the prettiest thing she’s seen in her game. And she’s incredibly proud of it and showing it off now.}

                      He never saw money in video games as much of a challenge. All you had to do was crack open the cartridge, hook the data up to anything that can be used to manipulate the source code. Change some factors, and you’re done. He broke a lot of games trying to do that when he was younger. In all honesty it was easier just to fuck with the save file, but changing the core of what something is; that’s the thrill of it.                        His brows perked up in feigned interest, giving a stiff nod as she spoke. Even though he’s never touched the game, he pick up on a lot of the functions from how much she posted about it. And god, did she post a lot. He had trouble telling the animal catching game apart from the animal crossing game. “ Gracie? She’s the giraffe, right? ” ( deep in her archives she posted about needing the giraffe’s approval before she could buy things from her -- that gives me enough to go off of. ) “ She’s never liked my fashion enough to set up shop. I wore... hoodies, mostly. The same hoodie. I’m impressed with your progress. You’re uh, an Animal Crossing champion, huh? ”

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self care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes and slaps you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks

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Elliot Alderson doing drugs (S1)

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remember kids

its only illegal if u get caught

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"Don'tcha just hate it when someone acts like they know everythin' about ya?... Really rubs me the wrong way."

                        Being confronted by strangers for conversation was not in the plan for today, nor was it his strong suit. He buried his fists in the pockets of his jacket. He shifted his jaw, looking around the room. ( i have to answer, don’t i? i only like talking to you. ) After a good minute of silence, he just nods his head. “ Yeah. ”

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seizedpower:

        tyrell scoffs, blows a light puff of air through his nose. he doesn’t understand. if planned correctly, a few days of wait shouldn’t make a large difference. but why the change of plans?

        he might be one to derive satisfaction from watching a well-orchestrated spectacle play out in all its glory, crack a pleased smile when the ticking bomb goes off, but elliot isn’t. & anyone who’s bothered to look at the man for more than a second, allowed themselves a moment to observe the way he dresses and carries himself, would know that.

                “that wasn’t the plan we discussed with the dark army, elliot. & i think they’d be rather upset to hear we’ve delayed our plan for nothing more than an ego trip.” was elliot trying to play on his pride? the very idea put him on edge. there was no reason for the elliot to be dishonest with him. they were partners, now.

        next, his tone is wholly cool; there’s an edge of danger, there. “the fbi was never our focus, anyway. they’re a distraction. you’re distracted, elliot. or are you trying to distract me?”

                        With every word Tyrell spoke he felt his firewall take a blow. He didn’t want to be vulnerable, but he felt like he was talking circles around himself and Tyrell wouldn’t play along. What was he supposed to say? ‘ Hey, I’m actually extremely unstable and I lose bouts of my memory while my dead dad takes over my body and consciousness? ’ or ‘ sorry, my dead dad set all of this up and i have no clue what phase 2 is ’? No, he couldn’t say any of those things. He was scared.                        “ Yeah, I’m a little fucking distracted. ” ( shut up elliot! why am i talking? oh god. ) “ I was up the past few nights worried because I didn’t know if you were safe or not, and your wife was breathing down my neck with a bodyguard threatening to beat the shit out of me if I didn’t find you. ” ( shut up, shut up, shut up! reel it in -- i have to real it in ) “ I’m sorry. The thought of my partner in -- godhood, as you put it -- being missing or dead or something has had me distracted for the past few days. I don’t take my friends’ well being lightly. ”                          That seemed like a decent excuse; he has his fingers crossed that this wouldn’t turn into some heartfelt moment ending in him having to hug this nutjob. ( it’s better than being strangled by him, don’t you think? )  “ I’ve barely had enough time to digest that you’re even here with me. ” His voice is quieter, the riled up edge in his previous rant gone. 

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fuck society...

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some men just want to watch                                the world B U R N

independent tyrell wellick from mr. robot // @seizedpower

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seizedpower:

    nimble fingers cease their motions across the computer keyboard; leave a blinking insertion cursor on the monitor across him. his gaze snaps towards elliot, ever so alert.

    it’s unfortunate, but he doesn’t think elliot is acting very sensibly today. he’s reluctant, suspicious, to abide by anything elliot tells him when he’s like this. he might be a genius, but he’s more than unpredictable on occasion. 

                “what are you saying, elliot?” he’s doing his very best to keep any signs of aggravation out of his tone. “if their intent is to increase security, we have all the more reason to execute now.”

                       Right. Tyrell, well unstable, wasn’t stupid. He was far from it. But Elliot had this feigned friendship built by Mr. Robot on his side, didn’t he?                      ‘ don’t you trust me? ’ the words line his lips, but he doesn’t dare speak them. He knows the answer. Nobody trusts him in this state -- he looks like a god damn deer in headlights. Dropping his gaze, he shifts his jaw, trying to hold his own aggravation back. There was no need for two ticking time bombs here. As much as it pains him to do so, he offers Tyrell a smile. It’s awkward, lopsided -- just as strange as it’s always been.                       ( shit, shit. shit -- think. if i had a lick of information about phase 2 i might be able to bring up a reasonable point. you know something i don’t, don’t you? tell me. tell me! ) Despite his mental torment, Elliot doesn’t let his smile waver. He’s panicking and Mr Robot was nowhere to be seen. His imaginary friend was useless. It was just him and Tyrell. ( he’s no less unstable than the night he threatened to strangle me. i have to tread carefully. )                      “ Like I said, it’s only a few days. By then, they’ll feel safe. The FBI has bigger things to track -- like the others. Evil Corp isn’t their top priority. Darlene got me up to speed on what I missed out on. ” ( is he buying this? are you buying this? ) “ They only stayed at Evil Corp’s headquarters for a short time, and the security was lax enough that she was able do an FBI data wipe. Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to spit in the FBI’s face? Can you imagine their faces when they realize they were mere steps away from the location of the next FSociety attack and they brushed it aside because they didn’t think protecting Evil Corp was a priority? You were always one for a light show. ”

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                smash that mf like button for a starter.

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have they found                   the FLAW in my CODE?

indie elliot alderson // written by kit