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things I’d like to further develop/have been privately working on:

time in training with alex depaul between the events of thor & the events of the battle of new york. I have a lot headcanoned about their dynamic, I just haven’t gotten around to writing it up and posting it on the blog.

tobias palamas’s role in shield before he was killed. I also have a lot of this noted out, but haven’t made any concrete decisions regarding his life before his demise.

kara’s time & further training in japan with satoshi aioki after escaping vault c/shield/aka she NEVER went to spain & therefore was never killed (: this leads to kara’s MERCENARY VERSE.

further my 616 VERSE, which I admit has been quite blurred with her marvel/aos verse. in the 616 verse, I plan on developing further her relationship with hercules (not romantic) & expanding on the pocket dimension of mount olympus + other deities, as well as her position at the museum of greek antiquity following the passing of tharaums.

expand on her time on THE ILIAD, dynamics she may have had re: gonzalez, alphonso mackenzie, who were also previously assigned there.

develop further her time with COULSON’S TEAM. previously I have had two separate verses for this, but I’d like to see if i can get it down to one. i’d rather develop this with other muns who write characters who are/were a part of coulson’s team – but I have no problem doing it alone.

expand on the FRAMEWORK verse! I would also love building this other world with another mun! I have many ideas!

the idea of KARA AS A LIBERATOR. I like to think kara could have played a bigger part in further seasons of aos (given a ‘redemption’ arc, tho she does not have anything to redeem herself for. what happened to her is NOT her fault) as she could have dedicated her life to rescuing and rehabilitating others. kara palamas, the liberator.

more things in my SINGLE-MOM KARA verse!!! this used to be a verse where she had a daughter with grant wa.rd & was half a verse into the good girls universe. I have changed this & now her single mom verse follows the death of her husband wes & raising their daughter, penny.

I want more group verse things, can we do group verse things???

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look at how GIGANTIC hercules is compared to kara. it’s comical. also: this slide always makes me super sad because it’s after she’s witnessed the death of her closest adviser/friend who she also happened to have just discovered was working against her/shield. she is sad, but on top of it also feels guilty for mourning someone who betrayed her and the agency. it really weighs on her conscience for the rest of her life. 

but also? hercules? who in the beginning was like “who is this person. leave. I want nothing to do with shield ever again.” and is now not only working with shield to defeat ares, but comforting kara knowing that she just lost someone important to her, regardless of his alliance?? that shows compassion, and it’s really what kara needed. 

it’s really what she needed in the mcu too, but we’re not gonna talk about how they treated her.

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           ❝ WHAT DO YOU WANT, AGENT 33? ❞        “KARA. my name is KARA LYNN PALAMAS, and i’d like to start over. I don’t think we presented our case properly. depaul isn’t the strongest on people skills and I…well, frankly, I came across like a geek.”

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@tremrs​ liked for a one-liner!

“ just tell me where our time went, & if it was time well spent. ”

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@proditeur​ liked for a starter!

“ would you hear me out if i told you i was terrified for days? ”

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@griim​ liked for a starter!​

“ this isn’t where I want to be. I think i’ll let myself out. ”

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once she realized she was free from hydra’s control, & therefore free to be her own person, kara spent months on end deciding upon who she was & who who she wanted to be – tone, accent, fashion sense, disposition, they were all for the choosing. she suddenly was able to have opinions & interests aligned to her own preference rather than those of someone (or something) she had previously swore an allegiance to. it was suddenly all up to her & it wasn’t lost on her that nothing felt quite right. for a long time, she was in a constant state of change her new search. who was she, really?

at the start, her interests were few & far between, save the occasional tap of her foot while shopping in some mini mart or while sharing a rare honest-to-god meal – this in particular had become a somewhat favorite past time of hers: FOOD WAS A JOY.

she experienced things for the first time: sushi  – both fresh &, regrettably, gas station variety. curiosity had gotten the best of her on that one, but the regret was welcomed. she found new desires, new wishes: to travel in leisure, rather than professional obligation. there was adventure in her soul, & not like the chaos that the life had been on the run from shield or hydra. she longed for more. it didn’t take long for her to realize that DISCOVERING WHO SHE IS WAS HER ADVENTURE.

there wasn’t a single thing kara wasn’t willing to try, simply for the fact it would decidedly assist in her quest for truth. skydiving? bungee jumping? falling in love? all three caused the same course of adrenaline to pump through her veins.

for a time, she felt like she would never find the answers (& for some questions, this was true) but eventually the smaller details settled in on their own & she began to slowly reclaim her individuality. her road to recovery & self-reclamation was not all sunshine & sushi, however. no, it was a relentless road with tenacious beasts. it was uncompromising & resilient – BUT SO WAS SHE.

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‘ Maybe what you’re looking for doesn’t look the same as what you think it is. Or … hope it is. Maybe you’re looking for the wrong thing. ’

“ I suppose safe to say you know a thing or two about looking for the wrong thing? or maybe hope, even . . . ”

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blue ridge, western virginia. 

there are places in the world that can’t be found on a map.

disappearing into the wilderness hadn't been her first instinct, but hearing his stories of growing up in the blue ridge mountain range sprouted for kara palamas a new dream:  a life she could live in peace,  no longer on the run.  he’d had it all planned out,  as if it too had been his dream all along to build a life for himself in the same landscape his parents had raised him & his sister. the first few months were rough, sharing a cramped camper between the two of them as they created blueprints for how their life would unfold:  a homestead,  a wide open space for them to grow & for her to heal.

they fall together into a routine, focused on creating a home from nothing. their home. their peace. by day, wes worked on building their home while kara, still learning the ways he’d grown up on, did her best to assist in the foundation of this new life:  she’d always been a fan of plants, & now she would have an entire garden for vegetables and fruits to depend upon.  indeed,  the second she’d mentioned having a garden,  she’d found him outside the next morning assembling raised beds awaiting soil & seed. she hadn’t asked for it  —  but she didn’t have to. 

she’d find she’d have to ask very little of him in the time to come. 

most nights were spent recovering from the hard work they’d put in that day & preparing for yet another  —  although rarely, he’d take it upon himself to surprise her with a night out. the closest town was more like a cluster of few buildings. one of which was a dive bar in the middle of nowhere virginia.  the town was about fifty miles from the patch of land they’d claimed as their own.  they’d go,  have a few drinks,  play a few rounds of pool,  & usually end up slow dancing to whichever song happened to be playing on the jukebox.  the ride home,  more often than not,  was fueled only by stolen kisses in the dark & their desire to find themselves in the bed they had made home. 

kara found herself unexpectedly enraptured by this man,  by the way he simply looked at her  — the feeling of his skin upon her own,  his lips.  there’s a part of her that knew that she’d given him her heart the day she’d met him . . . somewhere between mocking his coffee order & escaping from fully loaded assailants.

it wasn’t a smooth acclimation,  but rather relied upon hard work on both of their behalves. externally,  & internally.  for kara,  there were nights she could not simply lay in bed & wait until morning  —  knowing that sleep was impossible.  she’d quietly removed herself from the camper in hopes that the fresh mountain air that awaited outside would assist in cleansing the thoughts that plagued her mind.  she’d approached the table they’d frequently eat their meals,  elbows firm on the wood before she arched over & let out a silent sob.  wes,  awake inside the camper, allowed for a few moments of thinly veiled privacy before he’d brought it upon himself to join her. he’d approach hesitantly, not wishing to catch her off guard, before bringing his arms around her protectively from behind, once again conveying the same message he’d done before — the one he’d continue to maintain: i’m here. we’re going to be okay. I promise.

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‘ Better find it, or find something new, because you’ll need it. ’

“ you say that as if it’s a simple task.  i’ve been trying to find it  — find myself again,  for years.  most days,  i’m not sure it’s worth it anymore.  ”

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“  who  says  i  have  secrets?  ”

“ we all have secrets, dr. palmer. some are just easier to hide than others. ”

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@lostsouldier​ !

“ can’t remember what i used to fight for. ”

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@thrill3rs​ / for christine!

“ you know the truth hurts —  but secrets kill. ”

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