#securcity

[walkaers]

joshua had called the night before. it was a conversation that jamie had taken outside, excusing himself from @securcity's presence to listen to his brother's slightly shaken voice: it wasn't often that joshua felt fear. like himself, they were raised to use fear as a fuel to keep them alert; to recognise your fight or flight response and listen, not panic. and his brother sounded on the border of such. "hal?" a flit of air left his nostrils, lips pursing before a slight clench of his jaw. despite knowing that hallie anders needed no protection from anyone ─ let alone a male ─ his personal need to shield her overrode the reaction he was bound to find. and maybe, he wasn't entirely ready for his family to pry into his first serious relationship. "i have to jet off: josh called, family emergency." outwardly, he projected an aura of collectedness, an almost blank demeanor; it reeked of business. "this isn't like the shit we've been doing, you could get hurt, so."

[saltslifer]

i don't think you want me to do this meme because when i start, i won't ever be able to stop, but alas, HERE I GO! your jj is genuinely, hands down, so amazing and inspiring and you do him such an incredible justice, it's insane to me. you are so talented with the way that you tackle all of his good attributes, but do not shy from the flaws that make him jj. we love him, we love everything about him; especially the bad parts that we see on the screen. you nail his little movements, his ticks, his words, the way his carries himself all the way down to a t to the point where when i read your threads (even if they aren't with me) i can just SEE the scene play out in my head, and that is a talent that is to be admired. i'm segwaying over to your writing now, because holy shit bestie, it's so! amazing! and show stopping!!!! you do such a phenomenal job with the way that you describe things not just mannerisms of your muses, but the way you truly get in their heads and show us, the audience, what is happening in the turmoil of jj's mindset? how you distinguish the difference between jj before and after rehab? there is such a distinct difference between both of the verses, and how jj IS AS A PERSON, that you can see so much in your writing which is genuinely so amazing i can't get enough of it. you are so kind and also a wonderful best friend, and i know that the meme says talk about your portrayal but i had to also add the fact that you're my bestest friend and i am forever grateful that we are close <3

the way that i'm still laughing about this ask because of reasons only you know about. but, i will endlessly adore you for putting up with my nonsensical rants about john jacob maybank and not only matching my energy each and every time, but for allowing me to flesh out the most important character i've ever written 🥺 words will never be able to express how much i appreciate you reassuring me and sometimes randomly letting me know your thoughts about my portrayal of jj??? it means the world. you never make me feel like i'm going overboard, you remind me that the way i write him or the certain aversions / toxic traits that he does possess are normal considering his trauma and lack of upbringing! and let me just take a moment to just.. scream about how much i love you and that our threads, our plotting, our conversations in general are just so very important to me and bring me so much joy, YOU bring me so much joy!!! the effort you put in to all of your characters, the amount of time you put into world building and getting inside of each and every one of their heads and can just??? give so much to all your characters. you genuinely inspire me daily to write better, delve further into what make mine tick and what drives them to do x, y and z; it's truly breathtaking to watch you do your thing on this lovely little hellsite!!! i'm so glad to not only have you as a writing partner but as my bestest friend in the entire universe, you're my favourite 🥺❤️

[fugitivarch]

meme:     “     i’m   worried   about   you.     ”        [     hallie anders     ]         /     @securcity​

𝐇𝐄,          𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍          𝐀          𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑,           gatekeeper          of          an          endless          war.          the          weight          on          his          shoulders          /          almost          unbearable.          but          he’s          a          soldier,          knows          when          to          hide,          knows          how          to          lie,          how          to          pretend.          an          excellent          liar,          too.          the          sound          of          her          voice          echoes          around,          words          filled          with          concern          still          lingering.          it          makes          him          smile          just          a          little,          his          gaze          ever          so          soft,          brown          eyes          fixated          on          her.          ‘’          don’t.          ‘’          he          tells          her,          demands          her.          he          reaches          out          for          her,          her          hand          in          his          now,          digits          brushing          against          soft          and          smooth          skin.          he          knows          :          he’s          supposed          to          keep          his          distance.          he          doesn’t          want          to          let          her          in.          then          again,          not          being          near          her,          not          being          able          to          speak          to          her,          it          makes          him          feel          things          he’s          quite          unfamiliar          with          still.          ‘’          are          you          okay?          ‘’

[xgened]

THE JOKE BACK WHEN JAMIE WAS STILL ROAMING THESE HALLS  was  that  every  day  at  xavier’s  was  halloween.    he  remembers  a  boy  made  of  stone  and  a  girl  with  a  rainbow  tongue.    he  remembers  a  kid  that  sat  behind  him  with  feline  eyes.    he  remembers  this  was  the  place  that  made  them  feel  safe.    made  him  feel  safe.  the  party  going  on  now  isn’t  about  throwing  on  a  costume  and  getting  wasted  —  it’s  a  message  to  these  kids,   a  reminder  that  they  can  do  what  everybody  else  can.  they  have  the  gene  but  they’re  human.  and  humans  make  a  big  freaking  deal  out  of  halloween.    ❝has  anybody  told  you  yet  that  you’re  the  hottest  girl  in  the  room?❞    jamie  slides  up  behind  hal  in  greeting  and  whispers  these  words  into  her  ear.    her  back  is  pressed  to  his  chest,    a  venetian  mask  covering  part  of  his  face.    ❝because  if  they  have,  i’ll  kill  them.❞   ((  @securcity​​  ))

[coltdead]

       blood   speckled   across   their   features   ,   stench   of   death   lingering   ,   morals   being   pushed   further   to   the   edge   ;   were   they   even   there   to   begin   with   ?   it   weighed   on   them   all   ,   who   they   were   being   spread   too   thin   ,   humanity   hanging   loosely   like   a   rotted   tooth   in   the   mouth   of   one   of   the   undead   .   

       rick   kneels   besides   hal   ,   a   bloodied   -   hand   drapes   itself   on   her   shoulder   ,   a   firm   reassuring   squeeze   followed.   “   you   did   a   bad   thing   for   a   good   reason   .   “   words   hoarse   ,   eroded   away   by   exhaustion   ,   an   air   of   defeat   ,   but   it   was   all   necessary   .   wasn’t   it   ?

@securcity​       /        requested      a      random      line      of      dialogue.

[archive-assassin681]

ENDLESS  EDITS  OF  SELENE  :    feat.  @securcity .

[coltdead]

“   i  wasn’t  even  gone  that  long.   “     //  @securcity​

[klarsynt-arc]

@securcity​ sad hours

         everything hurts. his heart more than his body, though the latter certainly aches plenty. it’s his fault for going into a mission so distracted. the reason for the distraction is also, unfortunately, his fault too. he shouldn’t have gotten attached. he knows better. she deserved better than that, better than him. how could he ask someone to be with him when they will have no real privacy, when his touch will make him see the darkest parts of them they never wished to share?  he let himself believe he could have someone and now he’s hurt them both. jaw clenches a moment, though it causes him to wince when it only makes swollen bruises across his cheeks ache. emil exhales heavily as he finishes bandaging one wound, about to move on to the next when a knock on his door sounds out. confusion pulls his brows together as he looks up. it’s a rather painful journey from the couch to the entry, a glance towards his gun on the counter before he swings the door open. his confusion only increases when he sees her there.   “  hal?  ”  he shakes his head, puzzlement in his eyes. pain. then worry. something must be wrong for her to be here after what happened.  “  are you okay?  ”