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molly. she/her. 27. EST. kara lynn palamas from marvel’s agents of shield. divergent as hell. “ history obliterates; it paints me and all my mistakes. ”

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moving kara to @staticveil :)

thinking about her ✨

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kara lynn palamas

self-proclaimed geek who just happens to be badass

loves pop music and churros

favorite color is emerald green

ravenclaw

recruited by shield. as a researcher when thor & loki arrived on earth

a shield. fave when it comes to figuring out wtf these gods/goddesses/etc from ancient myths want with 21st century earth

in 616, nick fury sent her to recruit hercules when his punk ass brother ares tried to bring the entire world back to the dark ages using the horn of gabriel

her partner & mentor agent depaul was a traitor for ares, ended up literally falling on his own sword

he died, kara cried, but it’s what pushed her to become a fully trained field agent

noted as a “remarkable marksman”

still prefers books to guns & blades

somehow achieved clearance level 9 in canon & yet there is little to no information on her to be found anywhere. what gives, marvel?

resisted the faustus method longer than most humans, eventually succumbed because she is just that: human

is not a character only worth mentioning as a footnote in someone else’s story

is not a villain

deserved better

#this was the first thing in my drafts #and it is 100% correct so im gonna just post it ieven if this blog isnt used anymore thank you

note to self: check old blogs more often! In case you’re wondering, I moved Kara! oops! (i haven’t checked my old posts to see if I even posted about it before leaving because I know I wanted to keep it pretty lowkey....) but if you’re interested in interacting with her or want to keep in touch with me................. let me know!

#breaking the fourth wall / OOC.#oof I miss my girl

Whomst would like to be followed from my current mess of a new blog?

#breaking the fourth wall / ooc.

I finally quit my job~~~~~~~~ no more hell weeks for me~~~~~~~ pls let my mental health recover~~~~~~

#breaking the fourth wall / ooc.#this has been an update

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@falloutmarvelrp is now accepting ocs and muses from fandoms that aren’t marvel! you should come check us out bc we’re a party and I love discord rp thank you

#I was gonna make a post like this and remembered that most of my followers are inactive #but this is true and you should come join us!

theimpalpable:

There’s a little smile on his face, one that reflects CONTENTMENT toward seeing a familiar face. He’s taking a rest on the nearest CHAIR, just trying to clear his mind a BIT now that things have dwindled. It’s good to have a MOMENT of tranquility, even if it’s just for a few SECONDS. Bright eyes look at her; focusing as they acquire a vivid shade of ORANGE. It’s something barely noticeable at DISTANCE, but it’s there; gaining an IN-DEPTH examination.

“————y’already know, don’t you?” Malachi CONCLUDES. Not that he knows for sure, it’s just that…she seems very CONFIDENT about the whole ordeal. “That little smile, yer lips are twitching. Ye know. Ye just want ta TRICK me.” He playfully says, grinning.

It happens more often than most would think, the downtime that comes in their line of work: when they aren’t dodging bullets and accomplishing their assigned duties — but there’s a lot of travel, and with travel comes with twiddling thumbs. Having someone there there to catch quips always helps dull the monotony. She settles into one of the seats, affording her what small comfort made available before raising her brow at his accusation.

It’s no surprise he’s questioning her motives — he’s sharper than most she’s been paired with, and in her opinion she’s lucked out. Still, her gaze rests on him as if it’s a challenge that could warrant more than enough for a couple cups of coffee once they got where they were going. “ten bucks, connley, take it or leave it.”

#theimpalpable #003. make them hear you.#alex I wrote this starter (1) year ago

falloutmarvelrp

Following the events of Avengers: Infinity War, people of Earth are forced to continue on with their lives, despite the loss of half of humanity. The snap did not discriminate: It took good people, bad, and those that chose to live their lives somewhere in the middle. Among those that remain are the heroes, villains and every day people who are forced to look ahead at the lives they must lead without those who once lead them.

NEARLY TWO YEARS LATER, NOW: S.H.I.E.L.D. is finally once again an official government agency, the few agents that remain loyal have been operating in secret and without government approval since the snap. Other former agents have gone off on their own, either retiring or having decided to handle matters their own way. The remaining Avengers have managed to lead the team into a sort of peace. Avengers Headquarters outside of Manhattan remains, and has since shifted into a hub for S.H.I.E.l.D. activity. New agents have been hired, and are in the process of being trained by the best among them for the express concern of preventing another Mad Titan level event.

WELCOME TO FALLOUT: INFINITY WAR, THE AFTERMATH OF THANOS’ SNAP.

#also come join us #our promo wont show up in the tags so a reblog of this wouldn't hurt

hi, i’m molly and I just got overwhelmingly emotional about kara lynn palamas. it’s 2am. I want her to have the world, thank you. Also come plot feels of all kind with me because heck I miss my girl.

#breaking the fourth wall / ooc.

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#☆ the ties that bind us are sometimes impossible to explain / cosmoscursed.#b y e

cosmoscursed:

fitz knew how weird it was for him, seeing kara in the flesh. after going to a fake grave site for two years, holding his wife tight against his side, feeling nothing. it hadn’t been because he didn’t miss her, he just knew that she wasn’t actually there. it had been a hole in the ground for their team to throw their grief at. he couldn’t imagine how weird it was for her, as if no time went by at all. to her they had been together only days ago. he could remember the last time he saw her, hugging her as she left for her leave. telling her to have a safe flight. he had sent her a meme with a monkey after she had boarded.

she looked just like she had five years ago. was she technically younger than him now ?? how did that work ?? he didn’t understand it. time was a funny thing. “ i wish i could explain it all. “ he murmured, sighing. he reached over to hold his infant’s small foot in his hand, smiling softly. “ don’t. you do. you have a home with us, if you want it. we’ll figure it all out, i promise. “ it probably wasn’t a promise he should have made. he didn’t know if he could keep it. that was field agent day one stuff, not that he had ever actually passed his field assessments.

“ you have me. jemma. daisy. this little monkey. your family. “ Fitz wished he could give her something to explain the last five years. it would make it easier than him trying to figure out exactly what to say. the things that he prioritized may not be what she’s looking for. “ is there anything i can do ?? any questions i can answer ?? “ he had tried to tell her the most important things, but he knew there was still so much that she didn’t know. “ anything. “

“I could be a live-in babysitter.” The suggestion is made only in jest, although she could think of much worse an occupation. With the dissolution of the S.H.I.E.L.D. she’d once known, she can’t help but contemplate her options: choosing to see the more positive side, she makes a mental note that without the distraction, she could finally finish up that dissertation she’d been putting off. Perhaps she could live that normal life she’d always planned for herself — before New Mexico, before DePaul and S.H.I.E.L.D. But she doesn’t regret her past choices; without such mistakes, she would never have met Leopold Fitz, and that’s a friendship she’d relive it all over again for. “You’ve done enough,” She’s quick to assure him, partially because she doesn’t want to be a weight upon his shoulders: she can’t help but remember that he had just dropped seemingly everything to fly to all the way New York; bringing along his small daughter as irrefutable proof of the time she’s lost. “Really, it means a lot that you came...”

There’s a mountain of questions loaded up in her mind, varying in import: some even downright juvenile, others far too dark for how she prefers this conversation to be — she’s not ready to go there, not to drag him with her, so instead a far jovial question escapes her lips, smile tugging at their corners as she looks over to him. “Tell me about your wedding. How beautiful was Jemma? Who was there? Where did you have it?”

#cosmoscursed #013 ---that which we manifest is before us / we are the creators of our own destiny.#mikki im ruined #also I seriously need to work on my kara icons