#behindaccents; mr. robot

[lolitah4zed]

Not Elliot:

The TRUTH. Darlene was always so desperate for the truth and yet she rarely believed him when he was actually being very honest. Perhaps it was his stance towards her, the tough love approach. Sure, he had a habit of losing his temper and sometimes that ended with a little shake down but he wasn’t actively trying to HURT her. He just needed to have her listen to him, something she was almost constantly trying to avoid. At leas when it came to him.

“Alright, sweetheart, why don’t you begin by telling me what you THINK is the truth. I can waste time breaking down my version of the truth but we both know that you’re not likely to listen to any of that … we BOTH know you’ve already decided what’s true or not. So why don’t we avoid all of that bullshit back and forth. Because truthfully, kiddo, I don’t got a lot of time to waste going over this again.”

His features had remained pretty level throughout his entire response, no raised voice and definitely no aggressive body movement. That was pretty good by his standards but he didn’t have the patience to deal with Darlene having any sudden break downs about things. None of them had time to handle that, not if they wanted to get this heist done and finished with. Of course, deep down, he knew the truth she was referring to was something he was in no position to talk about. Not with her. That was not his place and if Elliot chose to talk to her about it then so be it. Right now, Elliot wasn’t talking to anyone.

“You think you can get your part done while you concern yourself with the whole truth and nothing but the fucking truth?”

{ @behindaccents​ || cont. }

                   The moment he starts talking she recognises that she isn't talking to her brother even before any of the un-Elliot-esque colloquialisms of demeaning her are out of his mouth. Darlene whips her head up, expression guarded, eyes narrowed at the person pretending to be Elliot. ( She still doesn't really understand what's wrong with Elliot or why this happens but she isn't dense enough to think this is some bullshit movie cliché where she can just beg him to snap out of it and he'll go back to being Elliot. No, she has to tread lightly - this guy is dangerous and he doesn't give a damn about her well-being. )

                             ❝Okay, number 1),❞ she retorts, attempting to sound more annoyed with him than wary, ❝Don't you ever call me either one of those shitfuck nicknames again, asshole. You are four years older, get the fuck over yourself.❞

                   She sits up to get a better look at him, folding one leg over the other. She's attempting a defensive position. ❝Secondly, don't act like you know the first thing about me. You're not my brother and I'm not going to pretend that you are. So either let me talk to Elliot right the fuck now or shut your yappy mouth, Scrappy.❞ ( Elliot doesn't talk a whole lot and even when he does it's usually as laconic as he can make it. The fact this guy is prattling on in a lecturing manner in what is almost her brother's voice but slightly to the left, it's unnerving. She can feel her pulse racing. He needs to shut the fuck up and let her concentrate before her anxiety kicks into overdrive. )

[0dayvulnerability]

the protector:

                “That’d be almost funny, kiddo, if it weren’t the actual fucking truth with you. Not that I’m expecting you to actually partake in any of the new year celebrations, even if you kind of deserve a moment for it. Jesus, we all fucking deserve a big drink to say a great big FUCK YOU to the past year.”

He believed that, it had been a roller coaster of a year and Elliot needed to take a moment and watch as the new year came in. To see all the changes that had taken place, all changes that had come into effect because of HIS determination. Sure, it’d almost got him killed along the way but you couldn’t really take back the greater aspects of it all. Who knew what that machine would have done to the World. Truthfully, Mr. Robot wasn’t even sure what that fucking machine was going to do. He was kind of relieved not to find out if not a little curious but that would have to fall to the pits of his mind.

“I’d suggest our own celebrations but I’m fine sitting here with you. Maybe your New Years can be the time you actually fucking sleep. how’s that sound? I’ll be right here when you wake up, along with the brand new fucking year … and probably your sister, i don’t see Darlene going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll just watch the ball drop on TV like the golden fucking oldies do in the retirement homes.” With that said, he sat on the chair beside the hospital bed and kicked off his shoes, shoving his feet up on the bed. No matter what was going to come their way in the future, Mr. Robot was always going to be there for him.

{ @behindaccents​ || cont. }

               Somehow there’s something oddly comforting about his protector’s voice droning on, filling the space of the disturbing barren and secluded hospital room. The older alter has always seemed to like the sound of his own voice a little too much. But at the moment his rambling is doing wonders for drowning out the sounds of the hospital that Elliot’s ears can still distinguish even through the closed door. ( Is he doing it on purpose? Did he know that Elliot had attempted to make a joke because he was uncomfortable? )

              Elliot hates hospitals. He’s hated them since the day he broke his arm. He’s hated them since his dad’s Leukemia got more advanced. The man may have tried to refuse medical treatment when he was fully conscious but in those final months he had ended up in the hospital several times due to black outs from dehydration, overheating, and oxygen deprivation. He’d finally signed a Do Not Resuscitate order which had done finally done him in that night at the movie theatre. cr45h hadn’t remembered most of this but Sam did. Sam remembered their dad much more vividly than cr45h and Elliot could see it all now, the former host fragment and the amnesiac host having merged for the better. 

                                              ( Idly he wonders, does he look different to Mr. Robot now? Does Mr. Robot see one Elliot when he looks at them? Can he see both of them? The part of Elliot that is cr45h wonders if Mr. Robot has missed Sam. Sam was host for many years before cr45h’s creation. cr45h had been everything Sam was not; cr45h had fought Mr. Robot tooth and nail on nearly everything. And yet through it all there Mr. Robot was just like now, hovering close by, running his mouth like he doesn’t give a fuck when the part of Elliot that is Sam knows this is his way of showing his concern and affection for them. )

                            ❝...thanks.❞ he responds softly. He isn’t sure why he says this aloud and not in their head. Not that anyone is around to hear him or question it. It just feels like it’s more significant to say it out loud. Like this is real. He’s still coming to terms with this whole “dissociative identity disorder” thing, especially that there are more of them in their head than just him and Mr. Robot. But they’re all real, however many of them there are and he has a lot to learn. Mr. Robot knows far more than he does and Elliot is finally ready to listen to him now.

                                  That’s what the new year will be about, Elliot decides. New beginnings. For Elliot Alderson as a whole, and not just for the person answering to the body’s name.

[mrf34r]

< @behindaccents​ liked _ for angela! >

ROBOT PULLED ELLIOT’S HOOD DOWN removed his baseball cap and scratched at the top of his head with a heavy sigh. another long as all hell night and they’d hardly made any progress. rerouting the paper records was a time-consuming process even with the rootkit they’d installed to track shipments and notify them of any updates. he shook his head softly. 

            “a part of me worries this is all still moving TOO SLOW.”

it was always a race against time, in the grand scheme of things, but right now...felt worse for it.

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALI !

The Shayla to my Elliot~ I hope you have a beautiful day/week, darling!

@behindaccents​ @finalclimb​ @coderhacks​ ~

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rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people

     1.  harleen  quinzel  /  harley  quinn,  dc.      2.  jack  morrison  /  soldier  76,  overwatch.      3.  lara  croft,  tomb  raider.      4.  harry  hook,  descendants.      5.  duncan,  total  drama.      6.  maleficent,  disney.      7.  sirius  black,  harry  potter.       8.  carol  danvers  /  captain  marvel,  marvel.      9.  angela  moss,  mr  robot.      10.  anakin  skywalker,  star  wars.

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[riddl3r]

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🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat . /Darlene to Elliot because it was Mr. Robot for a moment

AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION MEME [ accepting ] || @behindaccents

            ELLIOT’S head felt foggy and everything seemed to blur together. he could vaguely make out darlene’s face about an inch away from his. ‘ what just happened, where am i? ’ that’s when he felt the cold steel pressed against his throat, the sharpened edge pressed to his throat. he scanned darlene’s face, silently pleading not to continue. his hands instinctively flew up to her right arm. that’s when he finally found his voice, “ darlene --- please... it’s me. ” he never thought that darlene would actually hurt him, no matter what mr. robot does. but, in the moment, the knife pressing into his neck cancelled out all the other thoughts in his head, “ put the knife down. ”

[televisionfixation]

[ enough ] /Mr Robot

Leon raised his eyebrows, as Elliot suddenly put a stop to his monologue. “Oh, so you do talk,” he said, lightly sarcastic. “You got something to say?”

[0dayvulnerability]

After Midnight

( @behindaccents​; Angela - I don’t know what this is, I tried )

          Not for the first time he finds himself awakening in the middle of the night on the couch in Angela’s apartment. He hasn’t yet been able to determine whether Elliot just doesn’t want to leave Angela’s side due to his own stress and a need for safety or if Angela is just insistent on keeping him within range of sight while he’s wounded and needed for...other things she’s keeping mum on. Angela doesn’t tell him anything about Elliot either despite the fact that they’re supposed to be working together towards a common goal, and he’s been completely blocked out of communication with Elliot altogether. Like a large firewall has gone up between the two of them; Elliot is treating him like a virus. A part of him doesn’t exactly blame him for what transpired with Tyrell a week ago, but still...he hadn’t expected the repercussions to be this severe. Completely in the dark from the other half of their body’s control, his guess is as good as anyone’s what Elliot is thinking or doing these days. He hates being kept in the dark. He can’t protect Elliot if he can’t even reach him and it doesn’t help that the only person who knows two of them exist won’t tell him jack shit either.

          He sits up and tilts his head to one side, cracking his neck and then rubs the back of it with his left hand. Damn, Elliot has got the worst sleeping posture. He likes to feign that pain doesn’t bother him but he’s only human and he has a threshold for pain just like everyone else. And it’s currently being lowered significantly by the healing gunshot wound in his stomach repeatedly throbbing in a dull rhythm of pain. Elliot hasn’t taken any painkillers - that much he knows for a fact. He could root around Angela’s apartment to see if she has anything ( she’s got to have something, she’s a woman with a uterus for christ’s sake ) but too much noise might draw her attention. And hell if he’s going to ask for her help because doesn’t need help and he can handle it.

          ...still, he finds himself wandering into the kitchen and beginning to root through the drawers. He tells himself he’s not looking for anything particular, he’s just being nosy about what all Angela has in this big fancy rich bitch apartment of hers that Evil-Corp paid for, but that’s an obviously lie given the fact he can’t help limping as he roots around through things.

[mrf34r]

 < @behindaccents​ cont. from answer.txt! >

mrf34r asked: “this year sucked. good riddance.” post-s4 au

             “Yeah, I think that’s a slight understatement but I’m ready to leave it all behind us.” A sigh followed, her mind flicking over the many things that seemed to happen in just a handful of months. Most would consider that a good plot for some tragic movie but it was all true, it had all happened and they were pretty much lucky to live to tell the tale. Not that Angela wanted to tell any of those tales, she didn’t even want to think about any of it. After all, if she thought about it too much she would just dive right back into the pit of guilt. The darkness that had been consuming her for the past few months, a darkness trying to make her confess and pay for her part in the crimes. That had been a considered step forward for Angela but she’d been talked out of it.

She probably wouldn’t survive prison anyway, at least that was how Darlene had convinced her. There was also the implications that were connected to the others, to Elliot and putting him through any more pain wasn’t really something Angela wanted. He’d been through enough and was still, technically, recovering from his physical traumas after the blast.

“Well, who would’ve thought we’d be seeing the new year in together … in a hospital room. Even if it was a shit year, this beats my last new years. At least I’m not spending it with a useless cheating boyfriend. I have you and Darlene … even if she did fall asleep already.” Angela glanced over to Darlene, fast asleep in her own chair. A smile tugging her lips while features were almost constantly showing heart break. “OH! I almost forgot,” reaching beside the bed, Angela pulled out a few tiny hats and popped one on his head before sticking one on her own. “We’re going to have a good year, 2016 is the year we all get it right.” And with that, she blew on one of those party blowers, “happy new year, Elliot.”

No, she wasn’t crying and if she was it was…. happy tears, relieved tears — tears to wash away the bad shit they’d all been through. Angela was ready for a new year with the people who mattered most to her.

THE MEME ± @mrf34r ± ACCEPTING ±

New Year’s Day morning felt like watered-down morphine. He’d updated his files at some point and weaned himself off it, told them he couldn’t handle so much because of x, y, and z; trying to be smart about things rather than allow himself to “fall back into old patterns,” as Krista would say.

Fuck. He couldn’t think about Krista right now. Or V-- Or Whiterose. Or really any of it. It was hard enough knowing some shitbag had been in control of him ever since--

He winced as another pang of pain rolled slowly across his skull, a headache the meds weren’t doing much about. Maybe he just needed some good, old-fashioned Advil. But Angela being here was helping. She was okay. Even though Whiterose had a hold on her for so long, manipulated her... She was strong-willed enough to work her way out from being a pawn. Elliot swallowed, looked up and followed her hand as she put the tiny hat on his head.

They hadn’t done this in years.

“Oh, my god,” he mumbled with a soft smile as she put a little hat on her head, too. Where had she gotten that little party blower. He hadn’t had a cigarette in ages. Maybe he should stop those. He inhaled and turned his hand over, reached up and brushed his fingers against the hat. It was so silly-- he could imagine Angela seeing the decorations and deciding she wanted to get them to pep things up after everything he’d put them through. Them both through. His eyes flickered over to Darlene.

She’d cried for so long when Elliot told her she was alive. Cried again after she got to see Angela in person. This time, it was Elliot holding Darlene’s hand, telling her everything was real and nothing going on right now was fake.

He couldn’t really bring himself to say it back. Happy New Year... Even ironically. The words didn’t fit right in his mouth. Instead, he nodded his head, reached up to carefully take the hat off and set it beside him so it didn’t fall off.

“C’n you,” he tried. Inhaled and breathed out a soft, shaky exhale. Tried again. “Can you lay here with me? I don’t think any of the staff would get angry about it...”

Even with everything they’d pulled off-- no more Whiterose but still the Dark Army would find someone else to replace her, the fucking wealth redistribution from the Deus Group-- he was still trying to process it. Obviously. And...that other thing he was trying not to press up against. Think about. R08ot had been quiet for a long time, it felt like. He couldn’t hear him anymore. Not him, or Her, or that Kid...

It was starting to worry him.

“I can’t believe we fucking did it,” Elliot muttered, his own eyes watering.

He’d been crying off and on since he woke up, relief and sorrow and way too much shit piling up out of him. He hadn’t cried in weeks, apparently. Just gotten angry again, Darlene said.

[0dayvulnerability]

(🦊) Who wants to see my Mr. Robot Funkos? Everyone? Good, 'cause I already took a picture of them.

I love them, they're adorable. and now thanks to @behindaccents I want the Angela figure. XD maybe that'll be my Christmas present to myself. 

the only thing that bothers me is that they all have the same skin tone and that’s obviously not accurate at all.

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

@behindaccents​ cont. from our ask!

💦 // cover my muse’s mouth . " You talk too much. " -Mr Robot @ Harley Quinn

                      R U D E —any normal person would’ve taken some offence with a comment like that but Harley was FAR from normal. Anyone who knew her would’ve known that but this guy, looking cuter than a baby duckling, didn’t have a clue who she was. That much was evident.

              “Aw baby face, if y’ wanted t’ get a lil’ kinky y’ only had t’ ask!” Oh how she could flirt with anyone but this guy seemed so out of his depth, it was going to be fun to see him cower away awkwardly. He was too cute and young, naive perhaps but Harley didn’t care. “Y’ wanna let me outta my cage —-or do y’ wanna come in here an’ play with me.”

|| AGGRESSION / SEXUAL TENSION MEME ( HARLEY QUINN ) ||@mrf34r

         INSTEAD OF SHRINKING AWAY bashfully as anybody else might have done, Mr Robot hummed and let his eyes go half-lidded, watching Harley and sliding his hand down to hold onto one of the bars of her cage. She was undeniably sexy-- the guards had been telling the truth.

         “ DON’T YOU GO TEMPTING ME, sweetheart. Y’know, I could get you outta here, the second I get my hands on a terminal...” He pressed himself up against the bars, flirting right back, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, scratch the side of his nose readjust his glasses at his nose with a toothy smile. “ They haven’t let me see one in weeks... M’going through withdrawal without it... ” He reached through the bars again, this time to cradle Harley’s jaw against his palm. “ Maybe you could distract me from the pain of it, huh? ”

         HIS VOICE HAD DIPPED DOWN to a syrupy slither...

     “ ALL RIGHT, ROBOT, ” a guard behind him said. There was a gun barrel sliding along his shoulder, pushing him along. Mr Robot sighed. “ Time t’go, baby. They wanna give me more medicine, I guess. The inhibitor collars work wonders on the physical stuff, but I guess they think my brain’s still just a little too nasty. ” He let go of Harley’s cage and kept on moving. Weird, that the guards let him stop by her cell. Guess they wanted to see her, too.

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

@behindaccents for darlene!

     HE NEEDED to check in with her. Part of him was still raging at her fucking betrayal, but now he didn’t need to feel too guilty about using her as a pawn-- not that he ever really felt guilty about anything he ever did, anyway. The chat in her stupid FBI hideout went well enough, and even though she was still technically on lock-down as an asset, Mr Robot had managed to find her again. Out getting food at some stand near her Fed-mandated sleepover spot.

     “ THOUGHT THEY didn’t let you out without an escort, ” he cooed around his cloud of cigarette smoke as he came up behind her.

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

YOUR MUSES AS VINES

Mr Robot

where’d you learn to drive? what?

liars (from a comp bc rip vine)

i won’t hesitate bitch (guns)

so no h349? (nsfw)

this whole 8 min comp (nsfw; there r repeats, its like magic) (also specifically the cupboard cat at 3:19)

Elliot

not if i leave you first (comp)

wow

i’m hacking the mainframe

get a load o that dog

bubble wrap chihuahua (comp; is he the dog or the owner? yes)

tagged by: i didn’t get tagged in this i just remembered it’s a thing and

tagging: @behindaccents (,,for the last muse u wrote!) @fourthtm @strangerinourmidst @just-a-txch (mason or elliot) @notaleader @cybervigilant @wandlessmagik  & you!

(srsly gl finding solo vines, pls @ me if u do this i wna see)

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

@behindaccents for angela!

     HE WAKES UP with his head in somebody’s lap, stupidly groggy. This didn’t feel like a regular switch-out: it was like he’d had the rug yanked out from under him, vertigo spinning in his head and making him come to the forefront way too fast. Mr Robot turns his head and lays face-down on the couch, nuzzling into whoever’s thigh this was, knocking his glasses off onto the floor in the process. His head hurts.

     “ THE FUCK were we talking about? ” He hadn’t been watching what was going on at all, but the hand running through his hair was definitely familiar. Angela. He turns onto his side again before looking up at her, crossing his arms where he lay and trying to squint through his migraine. I’ll ignore it and then it’ll go away...

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

“I thought I’d never see your face again.” / time skip forward with Angela :)

first meeting after a long time starters | @behindaccents

And I didn’t think I’d ever let her. After she manipulated me to use Mr Robot and lied to me about it, I cut her off quicker than I cut off Darlene. And you remember how I quit her cold turkey, once I realized she’s my trigger. Now I don’t have anyone. Except you, and I made you up. But everything feels weird after…

“ Yeah, ” Elliot told her, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. “ I wanted to check in on you. Darlene says after the E Corp buildings blew up, you’ve been… ” He shrugged his shoulders, looking away from her eyes. “ I dunno. I haven’t been doing great, either. ” He hadn’t been crying so much lately, but now he couldn’t sleep, either. Even weed wasn’t helping. He’d been awake for 26 hours. Not a single word from Mr Robot.

“ So I thought I’d...stop by... ”