#Elliot Anderson Mr robot

[vhbutter]

This show has taken over my life

Guys he’s actually me

[jamespottervariant]

“and suddenly, it’s december. and you’re not 17 anymore. and you haven’t been 17 for a long time. but sometimes, you need to remind yourself.”

— mr robot

[keylabiehl]

🖤

[petite-madames-gallery]

I'm sure ya all can see my vision

[internetgreatesthits]

[tar-dar]

NEW EDIT? YES! WARNING!!! CONTAINS FLASHES!!

I'm still angry I can't find any of my fav scenes from the show on yt :[

[june-julie]

Searching up fluff of an clearly asexual character only to be met with smut

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[zombirellazz]

Lowkey want to watch Mr.Robot, but I heard it makes u cry and I don't wanna be sad, is it worth it? I heard it's pretty good

[fear-is-truth]

What is a random headcanons you have of Kai? Like the type of headcanons that would make him seem really human and not like he's constantly a murderer or psychopathic.

KAI ANDERSON // headcanons

a/n: here goes.. but i fear he’s just as fucked up bc i was trying to be realistic ya know

judges people by their handshakes. a weak grip disgusts him, and he’ll never respect someone with gross clammy hands.

watches old footage of leaders like hitler, stalin, or jfk to study their body language, hand movements. kai practices in front of a mirror until it feels natural. every gesture he makes while speaking is rehearsed. the way he waves his hands, points, or clenches his fists is meant to manipulate emotions.

practices subtle gestures (touching someone’s shoulder, making intense eye contact) to make people subconsciously trust him.

enjoys watching true crime documentaries and infodumps about jonestown or heaven’s gate.

remembers oddly specific details about people but weaponises them later in arguments.

thrives on debates, especially when he can dominate someone intellectually. he’ll derail conversations just to win, even if it’s about the dumbest shit like the best way to eat a subway sandwich.

has entire passages of nietzsche and shakespeare memorized, knows random latin phrases and sprinkles them into conversations to seem cultured.

hates losing at anything—he’ll rage quit a game of monopoly if it’s not going his way.

when fixated on something—a person, an idea, or a goal—he becomes consumed by it. spends hours researching or strategising, often at the expense of his health.

has casually invested in bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. checks his coinbase and binance accounts obsessively. has strong opinions about dogecoin being a joke.

occasionally reads self-help books.

his library consists mostly of power-centric books. his favourites include the prince by machiavelli, the 48 laws of power by robert greene, the art of war by sun tzu, and nietzsche’s thus spoke zarathustra. also delves into russian literature like dostoevsky’s notes from underground and tolstoy’s war and peace.

collects super offensive internet memes in a private folder. posts pepe memes on 4chan ironically but secretly thinks they’re funny.

leaves people on read for hours, just because.

desensitised himself to gore.

loves gta, rdr2 and civilization VI. played cod religiously in his incel days.

follows elon musk on x (formerly known as twitter) and admires him as a disruptor of society. or maybe it’s a tech bro thing idk. retweets his memes but also calls him a sellout for pandering to the masses.

loathes andrew tate for his shallow and illogical takes but agrees with 10% of his misogynistic rhetoric.

posts inflammatory tweets that toe the line between radicalism and satire, carefully wording them to avoid getting banned.

an avid user of letterboxd. some of his reviews are super scathing—but for some reason, they always blow up. he’d open the app to find that his hate review on la la land got 7.2k likes. screenshot compilations circulate on reddit and instagram.

his letterboxd favourites are: american psycho, fight club, the social network and the matrix (all 5 star ratings)—but claims he likes them for their philosophical depth.

his favourite show is mr. robot, saying elliot alderson is “the closest thing to a genius on tv.” he also likes the twilight zone and breaking bad.

obsessed with eminem—he’s been a fan ever since d-12. the marshall mathers lp are his go-to rage anthems. thinks lose yourself is the pinnacle of motivational music.

thinks kanye west is a misunderstood genius and frequently defends him online.

uses dark mode on every device.

apple loyalist. owns a macbook, iphone, and airpods because he appreciates their sleek and minimalistic design. calls android users “peasants.”

never charges his phone until it has like 2% left.

brilliant with tech—can hack into nearly anything. knows how to code in several languages, always staying on top of the latest tech trends and occasionally contributes to dark web forums.

builds custom pcs for fun. dabbles in coding and hacking. knows how to create computer viruses.

used to spend wayyy too much time on forums like 4chan, r/RedPill, r/foreveralone and r/incels, though he’s mostly active on subreddits like r/iamverybadass, and r/unpopularopinion. also lurks r/atheism just to mock people with religion.

frequently visits r/AmITheAsshole to judge people, always siding with the “bad guy.” bro has the potential to be a criminal defense lawyer that the DA despises.

lowkey obsessed with angelina jolie, specifically from her tomb raider days. probably has a pinup poster stashed somewhere in his room.

uses arctic fox’s poseidon blue hair dye.

firmly believes in the efficiency of 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

wears dior sauvage because it’s “masculine but sophisticated.” probably bought it after seeing johnny depp in an ad.

when he’s in a mood, kai loves sneaking up on people to startle them. he’s perfected the art of standing silently in doorways until someone notices.

prefers dogs because they’re trainable, loyal, and trusting on their owner. in other words they are easy to manipulate and control.

constantly rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. it’s both a habit and a way to intimidate people.

his lust for power stems from feeling powerless in his youth, particularly after witnessing his father’s abuse to his mother and the lack of control he had over the situation.

struggles to process complex emotions like guilt, shame, or empathy. often suppresses them or redirects them into rage.

swings between grandiosity (believing he’s destined for greatness) and crippling self-doubt (thinking he’s fundamentally unlovable)

finds it almost impossible to open up emotionally unless it’s to manipulate someone.

criticism, even minor, eats away at him. he’ll stew over it for days, replaying it in his head while devising ways to “prove them wrong.”

gets uneasy if someone expresses affection without clear reason—suspects ulterior motives.

goes online to stalk whoever winter’s dating at the time. sends cryptic, vaguely threatening texts from a burner number or straight up dox them. half of it is for shits and giggles, the other half is rooted in jealousy.

he’s attracted to girls who are intelligent and opinionated. independent but emotionally vulnerable, so he can swoop in and “save” them (he has a saviour complex). loyalty is non-negotiable, and she has to make him feel like her top priority.

anyone resembling winter is immediately his type, but he’d never admit it.

freakishly good at darts and chess.

knows how to pick locks and also, how to build a perfect pipe bomb.

his clown mask is inspired by satan in dante’s divine comedy (based on this convo with @porcelainlipgloss)

alternates between ice-cold showers and scalding hot ones depending on his mood.

drums his fingers or shakes his leg while sitting. can spin a pen around his fingers like a pro. learned it during boring college lectures and now does it absentmindedly.

can’t stand slow walkers, or when someone scrapes a fork on their teeth. his reactions to these are disproportionate and borderline hostile.

prone to road rage.

has read elliot rodger’s manifesto once, mostly out of curiosity and boredom, but ended up getting weirdly immersed in it. he disagreed with the bravado and entitlement, though—he finds it pathetic and would mock it, but still, he couldn’t put it down. deep down, he understands the mindset too well, which makes him uncomfortable.

selectively polite. says “please” and “thank you” when it benefits him but will completely ignore social etiquette in other situations, like cutting lines or taking the last slice of pizza.

his workout playlist consists of nine inch nails, rammstein. aggressive rap like eminem (“till i collapse” is a staple) and dmx. sometimes mixes in orchestral movie scores (the dark knight rises soundtrack pumps him up)

brushes his teeth aggressively, so his toothbrushes always wear out quickly.

loves gas station beef jerky and bags of plain popcorn with way too much salt.

doesn’t drink often, claiming alcohol dulls the mind. but when he does, it’s always something hardcore like everclear or absinthe. has a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

can literally live off black coffee or monster zero ultra (white can). claims he doesn’t need caffeine, but drinks it constantly because he “likes the bitterness.”

his handwriting is pretty neat, but only when he’s focused—otherwise, it’s chicken scratch.

loves the smell of gasoline and sharpies.

can’t sit his ass down during phone conversations—kai paces back and forth like a caged animal.

rarely gets more than four hours of sleep.

and when he does sleep, he sleeps on his stomach with one arm dangling off the bed.

sleep talks under extreme stress.

secretly likes it when someone takes care of him. whether it’s bandaging a cut or insisting he eats when he’s been working too hard, he fucking melts. he’ll complain about being babied, but it’s a front.

[willowcrowley]

My two favourite underated girls </3

missing her (female character that's just so special to me) hours

[keylabiehl]

[petite-madames-gallery]

Got distracted

[discoonthegrass]

For all intents and purposes, this is a Star Trek blog. If we want to get more specific, it's a K/S blog with a bunch of polls sprinkled in. However, I do watch, read, and yes, ship other things... And I'm curious if we share some of those interests. So that's why I'm asking:

PLEASE tell me in the tags if we have shared interests 🙏

(I am also a Jayvik and Caitvi shipper but didn't manage to fit that in...)

[putting-omgkawaiiangel-in-places]

put her next to elliot anderson in mr. robot

/I have not seen what that is, or know what to put here.\

Thanks for the suggestion!

[alcblanc]

withdrawing from morphine (Elliot Alderson x reader)

Summary: While Elliot is dealing with his withdrawal, you are left alone with him working on your part in the upcoming attempt to penetrate Steel Mountain. When Elliot wakes up distressed, you are there to comfort him.

Word count: 970

A/N: Not smutty at all! Comforting and a little angsty. The inspiration for this story was from Mr Robot - S01E04, eps1.3_da3m0ns.mp4. Where he is left alone to  hallucinate about his life and is dealing with his withdrawal.

Everybody was pretty pissed at Elliot when he told us we have to stop somewhere so that he can sleep off his withdrawal. You didn’t really mind, because friends of yours and you yourself had struggled with drug abuse. So you knew the feeling, and understood his thought process.

When you stopped at the only place you could find on such short notice, Elliot was very quick to get in bed. He quickly took off all unnecessary clothes and sheets, got under the blanket and tried to sleep, you guessed.

Romero was the most angry of all, he thought Elliot would ruin this whole operation. Mobley tried to convince him it would be okay, and it would give us more time to finish what was yet to be done. To be honest, you weren't paying much attention to what they were saying, because you couldn't help but notice how much Elliot was struggling. He was moving a lot and sweating terribly. You were beginning to feel very worried, but didn’t say anything, because there was already so much tension. 

Romero and Mobley decided to go check out Steel Mountain, just to be sure about all their calculations. You wanted to go along because you were the mathematician of this group, that was your status and place. You were responsible for developing the software. But Mobly and Romero thought I could stay because ‘’I'm very good and don’t need practice’’. You obliged.

While they were gone, you were mostly on your computer, doing last minute research. You were sitting at the end of the bed on the ground, so if Elliot were to wake up he couldn't really see you, because the bed was pretty high and worked as back support. In the background you could hear weird sounds and noises coming from Elliot, but you tried not to pay attention and not worry yourself. It sounded like he was having a horrible nightmare or something, maybe a sleep paralysis or lucid dream of some sorts.

Three or more hours had gone by, Elliot was still asleep (if you could call that sleeping), Romero and Mobley were still gone and that was lingering in the back of your mind, because they didn’t tell you how long they would be gone or nothing for that matter really, you tried to not think about that. Your eyes had gotten pretty tired from all the screens, so you briefly closed them, just for a second you thought.

When you woke up, all you could hear was Elliot saying, ‘’I’m alone, I’m alone! I’m alone again, they left me!’’ You struggle to get up so fast and you’re very confused , because you have no idea how much time had passed since you closed your eyes. When you finally stand up, Elliot has his face covered with the blanket and is rocking back and forth. 

’’Hey, hey! Look I’m here, don’t worry!’’, you move closer to the bed, where he is sitting, still a little confused about what is happening. Elliot removes his blanket and looks at you slowly, you can see he was crying. You get closer to him and stand right next to him, you try to look at him, but can’t read his emotions fully. ’’Are you okay? I’m here, you’re not alone, look!’’, you say, in hopes that this somehow helps. You don't touch him, because you know he doesn't like that. Elliot turns his body to face you, not standing up, but putting his legs on the ground, the blanket still hanging over his legs and the floor. You’re standing over him, when suddenly he hugs you, very tightly. You’re not sure if you can hug him back, but you slowly lift up your arms and comfort him. When he hugs you even tighter and buries his face in your waist you almost lose your balance “Okay, okay, that's all right, you’re okay’’ you say to him, as you sit next to him not letting go of his embrace. So now you are both sitting next to one another, you can feel his wet face and breath on your neck. 

All of a sudden you feel weird about this situation and don’t want him to get the wrong impression of you, that you are somehow using his vulnerability against him. So you slowly lean your body back and try to look at him. At first he doesn't look at you, and keeps his eyes at your neck, looking at your wet shirt. It's like you could read his mind and knew how he was thinking about how he ruined your shirt or this being embarrassing, so you touch his shoulder and shake it a little bit and say, ‘’Hey, It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere’’ This is when he finally looks up at you. He very softly and quietly says, ‘’Thank you’’. He then looks at your eyes, your lips, then your eyes again. It’s weird but you feel like you both are thinking the same thing, when suddenly the door opens and Mobley and Romero are finally back.

You remove your arm from his shoulder and you both look at the door. They didn't pay much attention to what you were doing or how you were sitting, they got right down to business. ‘’You know kid, It’s good that you decided to take your little withdrawal trip and delay the operation, because look what we found’’, Romero says to Elliot, while pointing at something in his laptop. You squeeze Elliots hand, before standing up and walking away, to give more room for Romero. 

You and Mobley talk on the other side of the room, he is explaining everything that Romero is to Elliot. You are paying attention, obviously, but you can’t help think about something else, sitting across the room...

[mkitrainbloo]

I feel the sensation. Fight or flight. It's constant. I should just pick one. I, Elliot Alderson, am flight. I am fear. I am anxiety, terror, panic.