I wanted to save the world.

Indie roleplay blog for Elliot Alderson of Mr. Robot, written by Felix. Following the tag: e11i0talders0n (FYI, as I know it's difficult to tell: The "1"s are the number one, not the letter L, and the "0"s are the number zero, not the letter O.) Mun & muse are 21+ Multi-ship & Multi-SL Open to AUs, crossovers, & OCs Unless requested or if a post references something especially sensitive, triggers will generally not be tagged. There are a lot of dark themes that will appear, so keep this in mind before reading my posts. As there are many minors on this site, I do use the tag #NSFW should a post feature any erotic writing or images of nudity or sexual activity.

[e11i0talders0n]

[Hey all, the likelihood of me returning to Elliot is very slim. Meanwhile, I invite you to add my active muse. He’s an OC who’s come to mean a lot to me, and fits best with horror type storylines but can adapt. He’s @ghcstmagnet . Hope to see you over there. Love, Felix.]

[e11i0talders0n]

@ghcstmagnet is still active too! But @iamxiangjin has been a lot louder. He's a lot of fun for me and y'all might like him.

[iamxiangjin]

“I don’t got a crown 

        but I feel like a king”

[e11i0talders0n]

[Hey all, the likelihood of me returning to Elliot is very slim. Meanwhile, I invite you to add my active muse. He’s an OC who’s come to mean a lot to me, and fits best with horror type storylines but can adapt. He’s @ghcstmagnet . Hope to see you over there. Love, Felix.]

[felixderwolf]

 Give him a follow to find out which.

[e11i0talders0n]

OOC

- I'm still alive. - I'm working on getting back to things now that a major source of creative block is gone, but please understand that I owe more here than anywhere and need to figure out my course of action for catching up. I don't like dropping there but may drop the really old ones where I'm stuck or whatever. If I do, we can totally start a new thing. -Included with owes are all drafts, asks, and promised starters. -Unrelated but autocorrect wanted that to say "penises" instead of promises (and did so again just now). -I have two Cybersecurity courses under my belt now so the knowledge for IC shit is growing. Don't be surprised if in plotting I get tech oriented. -As soon as I hit "post" I'm going to bed. -I need to check the date but it's around 2 years I've been writing Elliot. I may take a lot of breaks but it's devotion.

[dailyrami]

[becauseimrichandican]

I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical 

Featuring such hits as

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic

I’m a Lazy Bastard

[wendythesurvivor]

Starring everyone’s favourite 

 Nobody’s replied and its reprise Fuck everyone’s replied

[bringmydamngadgetsback-blog]

Never forgetting the hit single

I’ve had these tabs open for days and haven’t replied to any of them

[terrorofthesouthernseasarchive]

Another single recently released

everyone replies quickly to the threads, but I’m so damn slow and take a hundred years

[sweetcreamrabbit-a]

Along with a new album

I swear I’m trying to work on your thread but my mind is blank on that thread and just that thread only

[this-aint-no-place-for-no-hero]

And it’s amazing finale:

I’m not meme trash I swear. I write actually responses I swear.

[hexadecimalhell-blog]

Now including the special bonus disc including new hits such as:

- Wait a minute that was a starter? I thought it was just an ask - Pointless family day trip out of nowhere - My muse is just gone and nothing’s working to get it back

And last but not least:

- WHERE THE FUCK DID MY DRAFT GO HOW DID IT VANISH

[this-aint-no-place-for-no-hero]

Order your tickets now and you’ll get two bonus tickets to the special aftershow:

DUCKI-I MEAN FUCKING AUTO ERE- AUTO CORRECT GOD DAMN IT.

[the-stick-seller]

With guest singers featuring:

- Notifications? What notifications?

- I’ve been waiting replies for days just to find out I’m the one who didn’t reply.

- My partner and I have 20 unfinished threads and we just started a new one.

- I forgot my own OC’s name.

[sagamemes]

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

[e11i0talders0n]

uponaredwheelbarrow:

❝ Almost noon.❞ Not that long ago, he would never evenconsider getting up that late, even when he was supposed to be on holidays.Even when he was staying in that cabin, he tried to keep the same routine. Onlywhen he moved back in New York his sleeping schedule changed completely, sincehe and Elliot worked during the nights. Would he ever go back to his routine?How could he ever go back to his old daily life when a big part of it was permanentlygone? Funny how back then, he didn’t particularly liked it, he didn’t see it assomething that would last. It was something that would just lead him somewherebetter, somewhere he and Joanna dreamed to be. Now he had neither his routine nordream and he never would.

Perhaps that was why he had ended up enjoying weed so much, because for thetime being, it made him forget the loss. Or was that the effect Elliot had onhim? Not the Elliot that had tried to destroy everything without bothering toexplain, or the Elliot that had told him he had been part of it only because heallowed him to live. But this Elliot, whoever it was. It wasstrange because last night had been the first time they talked about something thatwasn’t related to his plan or E-Corp or any of these things, and yet it felt asif they had been doing this for years. Or at least that’s what it felt to him. Thestrange thing was that he needed this more than any plans that involvedrevenge. When was the last time hehad woken up next to someone? Even with Joanna, he always woke up first andstarted his day… 

This time his attempt to sit up was successful and he tried tofix his hair as best as he could. ❝ So is this what you usually do? ❞ he asked, smiling sofaintly that it was barely visible ❝Smoke until you’re tired enough to sleep?❞

Noon. That wasn’t too bad; he’d slept til 2:00, 3:00, even 4:00 PM before after getting that stoned. Or, sometimes he wouldn’t sleep at all, not if his anxiety was high. What does that say about Tyrell, that I was relaxed enough around him to sleep next to him? What does that say about me?

The truth was, he felt something when it came to Tyrell. It was difficult to pinpoint. He liked the other even though he felt he didn’t deserve the same in return. As for trust, there was as much there as there could be, though Elliot would never fully trust anyone, not even himself (especially not himself). And then there was something else, something different, something not bad but not identifiable yet. There was a bond, that much he could say for certain. An inexplicable bond.

Who’d have thought after everything, that would be there? Does he feel it too? Or is it just me?

“Sometimes,” he said, sitting up, fingers pushing back through his hair, hand moving quickly to stifle another yawn. “Don’t always sleep though.” When morphine had been part of his life, that had often been used as a sleep aid, but no more. Weed, that was the hardest drug he’d do; withdrawal was something he didn’t want to deal with again, nor did he want Tyrell to see him so weak. Why?

“You’re not the type to sleep in, are you?” It was more a statement than a question, Elliot not a mind reader – simply good at reading others. He knew the kind of man Tyrell was, at least, he thought he did.

[e11i0talders0n]

@uponaredwheelbarrow || Continued from here.

The weed had been much needed. The event itself, sitting there, getting high with fucking Tyrell Wellick had been surreal, but then again, everything was surreal for Elliot these days. For once, he retained more memory of the night before: they’d lit a joint, gotten high, had another. They’d relaxed, they’d talked, and it was the closest to comfortable Elliot had been around him. He’d been able to tell him how he did feel bad for him, how he never meant for Tyrell’s life to get so fucked up because of him and what he’d done. He’d told him how he wanted to fix things, for all of them. He even told him about how in prison, he’d dreamed of a future where they were all happy…Tyrell included.

Like with any situation where a heavy amount of drugs had been ingested where that drug led to relaxation, both had grown tired. At the time, it hadn’t seemed weird to share Elliot’s bed. Both had been talking (exactly about what, he couldn’t remember), and then he’d slipped off to sleep. The amount of THC in his system seemed to keep Mr. Robot at bay for once, a good thing given his company.

As he came to, this was his recollection. A good thing, as he heard the soft, familiar voice saying his name. And though by now the high had worn off, he felt, oddly, relaxed. It was like waking up next to Shayla after they’d… only that wasn’t the case here. Reaching up and rubbing at his eyes, he yawned. “Hey,” he said, not sure what else he could say. “Time is it?”

[e11i0talders0n]

[So apparently Tumblr resets your account to put your viewing on Safe Mode if you haven’t been super active in a while. It’s done this to me on two accounts. Weird.]

[lucy-harker]

tyrelliot appreciation week | day 1: favourite quote

[sw3dishfish]

[That return to activity on here is taking longer than anticipated. I’m on week 3 of the Cybersecurity Fundamentals course I’m taking (the first of 5, with the last one ending in March of 2019) and while I’m understanding the material well enough, it takes time to process it plus I have to do some side research for areas that are only briefly explained. I’m doing this on top of a full time job, and the two are consuming my time and mental energy. I’m eager to return to this and my other muses, but it’s going to take me learning how to balance that with work and school before I’m going to be able to do that. It’ll happen as soon as I’m able to make it happen. At least when I do, I’ll have a better understanding of hacking thanks to my classes. It’s hard work, but it’s fascinating and fun as hell. I love this shit.]

[tyrellwelldicc]

I will always be loyal to Elliot.

Tyrell in the 3x03 preview

[clqrkkent]

if it weren’t for qwerty, i’d be completely empty

[scxmfxxk]

[This week’s been a rough one, the last few days especially, hence the lack of activity here and elsewhere. Nothing really major, just lot of pushing myself mentally at work and with writing, stressing out over RL stuff, and getting stuck in a very low mood for the last couple of days. I may attempt writing later if I feel up to it but likely will be taking today as a day to relax and be intentionally unproductive to give my mind a break. I can still be reached on Discord and Skype. DM me if you want to add me on either (or both). I don’t like to do this since I am so behind, but I need to.]

[e11i0talders0n]

uponaredwheelbarrow:

Would he ever be truly okay? He had lost things he could never get back. No matter what he did now, his family was gone. Even if he could somehow get Elliot in his life, it wouldn’t be like he had dreamed it to be.

❝I’m fine.❞ he nodded, smiling at him faintly before he frowned. Had Elliot ever asked him that before. Not that it mattered, they never had the time for such things, their work had been so important. Or well, it was for him and Mr. Robot, a work that was for neither of them, as it had turned out.  At least he knew that this was something the other Elliot wouldn’t really ask him.  ❝Are you?❞ he sat up slightly, supporting his weight on his elbow. ❝Have you—do you remember…?❞  

      Elliot himself hadn’t slept much that night, but there’d been moments in and out of it. Thankfully, Mr. Robot had left them be, so far as Elliot could tell. Resting back on the bed, tired from the combination of stress and poor sleep, he didn’t fully believe the other’s answer, but accepted it.

     “I do remember,” he said quietly. “You were crying. It’s okay…I cry sometimes too.” He didn’t know how Tyrell felt about others seeing him in such a state, so it was important for Elliot to let him know that he didn’t buy into the whole ultra masculine, sensitivity is bad bullshit. “So I stayed here, to make sure you were okay.” It was the best way Elliot could not just apologize, but show caring.

     “Did you sleep okay?”