𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴.

𝒊,  — 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.

[torynn-deactivated20210814]

                                                        𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵.

[aegisly]

               in the mean time,   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙰  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

[aegisly]

i’m gonna take a shower, then be on later!

[sleepydollie]

in my defense, i was left unattended

[aegisly]

write me starters so james can have more interactions  😩😩😩😩😩

[oopsiewoopsie123]

⨳ — SOFT ANGST;

send one for my muse's reaction!

“The only true love is unrequited love.”  “Will I see you again?” “Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.”  “I never could lie to you.“  “Promise me you’ll come back.”  “Am I just a joke to you, [name]?”  “This is what you do, love. Stride across the centuries, and death follows, churning in your wake.”  “You’re making it personal. That doesn’t help.“  “It was almost like a dream. ‘Oh. I’m not waking up. Why aren’t I waking up?’ I thought. That feeling never ended. It still hasn’t ended.” “I don’t want to hear your suggestions for my personal life.”  “Hold me, at least once, before we say goodbye.”  “I want to hug you once more, as soft as I can.”  “For whose sake… am I living now?”  “Come back alive.” “Thank you… In the end, that’s all I had to say.” “I love you… In the end, that’s all I had to say.” “For survival, I buried my dreams.” “Perhaps you’re right. Neither of us is who we used to be.”  “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” “I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.” “Let me in! Tell me what you’re thinking!“  “I just want to save you.”  “We are not the same, and never will be.” “Stop pretending this doesn’t terrify you.” “Of course it meant something.” “Do you remember?” “I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to.”  “I can’t pretend it’s not the end.”  “I said I’d have courage, but I don’t. Not anymore.”  “You’re a good liar.” “You jump, I jump. Remember?” “There’s nothing I’d deny you, if you would not deny me.” “Don’t do it. Don’t love me.” 

[aegisly]

write me starters so james can have more interactions  😩😩😩😩😩

[walking-sons-of-the-dead-anarchy]

[aegisly]

fatedfuturist‌:

chuckle aside, he stores the information aside. red. yeah, he can do red. maybe some blue, too. whatever it turns out to be, james will wake up in the morning to three variations of the energy shield. tony stark doesn’t sleep. and, besides, the thing’s going to be his, so he might as well have a hand in customizing it. he wonders if it’s a bit too early to hand it to him, he’s still a kid. guess he won’t find out how well it goes until he lets james use it.

“ carbon emissions are important, ”  he retorts with a bit of a cheeky smile.  “ but worry not, it’s got nothing to do with carbon emissions. this thing? it’s— well, it’s an energy shield. ”  he shifts, rolling his chair to the side so he can pull up the details. fingers tap along the odd-symbols that are his keyboard, pulling up old archival blueprints.  “ i originally made this for your dad. but the geezer he was, he preferred the vibranium shield. ”  there is an ache that rings through his bones, of old familiarity. he rolls his chair back.  “ since it didn’t end up being his thing, maybe it’ll be yours. what do you think? ”

      𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚈’𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 ...      mother, father, and all of those who came before them—              for a moment those ghosts twist in a forlorn expression,       𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 ...     sadness polluting once blinding features, but only for a moment as james stubbornly defies the hole in his chest ;        missing mother & father bandaged over with the hands of each one of his siblings...   

“ wait—  𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝? “  what was once bright seems only to grow brighter still, blinding like the sun as he pulls his head up from his arms and bounces on the balls of his heels excitedly.         “ are you serious? like really, really, really serious? “   james is talking too fast, but at least this time he wasn’t speaking 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 as he’s done before in similar situations;       spinning off into the language his mother would speak to him in, three years old when he’d lost her & his dad.    

[aegisly]

bllakcat‌:

            a  heavy  sigh   escapes  her   rose   colored  lips  ,    ❝     no  doubt  about  it  :     ———  you   are   their  son .   ❞      it   was  not  as  if  the  fact   could  not  be     DETECTED    by   his  appearance   alone  …..  but   it  was   his     DETERMINATION   &   FIERCENESS     that   gave  clarity  .    ❝   look  kid ,    ———    i  do  not     DOUBT   YOU  OR   YOUR   SKILLS  .    but   i   don’t   think   this  is   something  you   should    want   to  be   apart  of  .    ❞          she  would  not  say  the  words  directly   :     but   she  would     never    have  the   heart   to  drag   a    CHILD ,    nor   someone  of  his  age   to  a   harm’s  way  .    

                                   *   𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑  . /   @aegisly​ .

     “  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼 ...  “      but james?  he was just as headstrong as his father,   just as resilient as his mother;         he could be trampled like a wild flower beneath the treads of a tank, yet he’d still come up standing—    𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.        this ‘you’re a kid’ schtick, hadn’t worked since he and his siblings had saved tony from ultron  &  it wouldn’t work now ...          𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝,           were now alive and in danger during a timeline he and the others displaced & threw askew with their presences.    “ i’m following you one way or another.  “

[aegisly]

it’s ya boi, lil america…..

[aegisly]

sw verse, rough draft idea:     james, force sensitive from his mama’s side ( kind of like mara jade, she was connected to the dark side for a long time but broke free from it ) and isn’t a jedi– never been a padawan, he’s simply just a force sensitive being with force sensitive abilities that have been more or less repressed due to the suffering of other jedi through the force which he could feel if he had not repressed his abilities.   he can use minor force gifts such as a force pull/push, but that’s really it and it is limited until he learns/hones his gift;  he is still afflicted by steve’s super serum inflicted genes in this verse, and relies heavily upon them versus his force abilities.

[enkestis]

                          𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚂,     —              burdened by hefty guilt …

[aegisly]

fatedfuturist‌:

he remembers playing around with it many years ago.  it was a prototype, something he’d been considering to hand over to steve, but steve always preferred the physical, tangible, vibranium shield, so he tucked it away.  must’ve gotten lost while he’d been moving things around since pym found it.  old memories arise, brushing the collecting dust away.  old feelings come back, too, ebbing and flowing.  he misses all of them.  they’d once been a family, and they all fell apart.  but, for james——  well, maybe he’ll find a purpose with this that steve never found.

“ yeah, it is, ”  he confirms.  energy shield.  the low hum and the lights indicates that it still works, and, then again, he’d been the one to design it in the first place, so of course he’d been able to fix it up.  “ it’ll need a bit of a paint-job. ”  by paint-job, he means some more tuning up, to make it look… less of an ugly mess.  he sits back and smiles up at the kid, grabbing the nearby towel to wipe his hands.  “ you want a bit of a history lesson?  actually, it’s not even a history lesson, more like uh… a fun fact. ”

  “ 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙳 ! “    red like his hair— like his fire, a spark amidst the arctic tundra.  spinning on the seat of the rotating stool he’d been perched at now for at least the past hour, the child grins unabashedly...     every one of his childish antics    unapologetic    as he hops down and brushes the dust from his trousers;          𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍,   stretching an arm over his head to get the tire out of his joints,   though he’d certainly inherited a few good genetics from his mother too...   bright hair unmistakable.  

approaching the work bench to tony’s left,      he stands just tall enough that his arms can fold over the top & his chin rest in the crook of his elbow;   blue eyes gazing upwards to his pseudo father—     curiosity brimming eyes that would one day darken just a shade with 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 for something he would never have...     “  how fun are we talking?      ‘cause the last time pym shared a fun fact it was about carbon emissions...       𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎. “

[fiightcrarchived2]

daisyelf‌:

list of things that fuckin’ terrify me:

rejection

abandonment

disappointing others

[aegisly]

         𝙹.  𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂,        𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞

[aegisly]

oop did i mention james has a motorcycle? bc he do.