#muse: carol danvers

[nurseryofmuses]

Nursery Asteroid

Carol was the one that was sent on the advance scouting missions for Sword, often times starting to build the bases and get them online before people started appearing to do more set up and start the work they were to do there. More than once she had found herself in some opposition of the wild life in the area, be then on the planet or in space. Often times they were minor to mid level threats that she could handle on her own which was why she was sent on her own most of the time. However this time something was different.

She had been out of contact for a few weeks now, with the only trace or word of her was an emergency beacon that outputting a garbled message, it sounded like her but not like her at the same time. Before she had gone out of contact she had met some of the wild life here and they were peculiar looking creatures and didnt seem to be any sort of threat. She had taken one to research it on her own to figure out what it was and what it did, however what she didnt realize was that while she slept it would glob on to her and alter her mind in ways she didnt think was possible. She had tried to fight at first and was successful to a point, only to send a distress signal but after, she had lost the battle to the creature and what it was doing to her.

@nojudgementrpblog

[ironman-tonystark]

Being a tall blonde with blue eyes won't necessarily get you a place on the Avengers, but it sure as hell doesn't hurt.

[catastrophicxfailure]

open for ✶ MCU characters only.

setting ✶ rebuilt avengers campus.

muse ✶ carol danvers.

please read my rules here.

The boiling coffee cup went flying across the room, cracking onto the first thing it hit and splatting the dark liquid that was left inside all over the brand new tile of the research room. She hadn't even noticed anyone's presence until the sound of surprise hit her ears and the fight immediately left her, heated energy dissipating from her palms by the second. "Sorry, I —." Carol paused, unsure of what she was going to say, how she was going to explain that after spending days looking over facts and figures from some of the greatest minds Earth had left, from the likes of Bruce Banner and Steven Strange and Hank Pym, she'd officially resorted to throwing coffee cups across newly built rooms. She could practically feel Nick Fury's eye rolling from wherever he was at that moment.

"I didn't hear you," The blonde finally offered as a lame excuse for throwing the coffee mug. In reality, the reason she threw the mug had less to do with the intruder and more to do with the frustration building inside of her every time she realized she was no closer to finding a way to get Monica back than she had been months ago. She and Fury had pulled in some of Earth's greatest minds, but they still weren't the man who somehow figured out time travel.

[jeonstellate]

they’ve established that kamala writes captain marvel fanfics; but, i wanna know: what’s her favorite to write? 👁️

personally, i think it’s self-insert + avenger!reader fics. but, after the events of the movie, she switched to captain marvel x valkyrie + royal!au + marriage-of-convenience!au, no doubt.

[deputygonebye]

@divinityrisen || Continued from here.

Born from a breakfast of stale pizza, what was once frozen inside of a grocery fridge and then discovered within an abandoned homestead, barely warmed when left over muted flame, the vomit that Glenn spilled was unnatural. Diluted from the few sips of water he was able to drink - a communal container that was less than a gallon, not enough to go around the camp - a mangled mess of white and red, flecks of green and globs of brown. Drenched in sweat, little comfort was found in the cushion of grass beneath the knees, Glenn hunched over nearest the weeds, an empty stomach made more so. Shaking, skin turned to an odd shade of pale, eyes watered and dark. A vision that brought about thoughts so terrible; the phantom of death, the fight that couldn't be beaten. Modern medicine and miracles damned, stock was nothing more than the promise of Aspirin and burn cream, stashed in the only cabinet of Dale's RV not hung to the wall by hopes and used duct tape. Small relief, modest to the agony so felt by Glenn, last seen covered head to toe in spare blankets, his lawn chair before the firepit a mediocre throne, Shane couldn't stand it.

Blade and gun carried, favored pistol holstered to his hip, he went off in search. For the sake of Glenn and the others, the need of their stock to be replenished and the promise of having more than not. A supply run that would be done alone - a burden carried unattended, sacrifice from the soldier onto his people, the family and friends who depended upon him. An entire world and more placed on tired shoulders. Better to have he than they, the rest of the group who survived Atlanta considered safe. Sheltered from the misery, if only for the bit of daylight that remained, the Walkers at rest for their hunt. Lost in the sleep that didn't need for the eyes to shut; the slow limp from span of time into the next, the endless cycle that was life forever. Storms within their irises, colors once so bright now dull, only those that didn't travel in packs would be found. Lone wolves; corpses without their hordes, snapping and biting into the open air, the flies that buzzed about or the birds that fluttered too close, banished even in demise.

Familiar road walked along, Shane continued until he came to face the carcass of a once thriving town. A skeleton that stood unmoved - doors and glass windows caved in - wood splintered, concrete busted, flower pots turned over and the beautiful buds trampled, petals scattered and ripped. Where kinfolk used to abide, cuddled close beside the fireplace in the living room, the grocery store just around the corner or the library only a block away. Heart and soul nestled beyond the city lights, the glamour and the frills, before a small market did Shane end. Fliers still plastered to the front door - opening and closing hours, special deals and coupons - tarnished by the elements, the faint sign of hands and nails that fought to get inside, dried blood and grime stained. Fingers to the handle about to pull, the sound of a crash stopped Shane in an instant, made him noiseless, breath stalled from the nose and released in stiff stream. All senses attuned, voices overheard gave cause for the quickness of his feet. A dash toward a used car lot, across the street from the quaint and humble market, behind the bumper of an old Jeep Patriot, billet silver in the body, total black in the tires.

Pistol taken into hold, a blur of blonde hair and scared expression captured Shane's attention the second it passed him. Waves of gold that moved to the strength of the wind, the thump of feet onto pavement and desire to be unseen. Panicked, annoyance outlined in the lines of her features, young but made older due to circumstance, her own weapon grabbed for with intention so well understood. Unprepared to welcome final moments, stubborn to accept fate, the hand not stationed to his gun was raised by Shane. Palm brought up, to the skies and all the angels above, defensive and in the tone of surrender. A flag of white waved in the breeze. Under the oath of his own choosing, vow that was far from what was so screamed by others, men of elder and youth alike.

Shane whispered, pitched at the end, the silence so loud. "Am I right to assume you ain't with them?"

Startled from the echo of gunshots, the reverb of slugs, the grind of jagged shale underfoot, Shane steadied himself, propped his stance.

"Listen to me, I ain't gonna hurt you, okay? But if you wanna make it out alive, you're gonna have to trust me. Start comin' to me this way, real slow. Keep your weight even - don't run. Come to the other side of me and stay down until I say so. I'll cover you. Bastards, they must've flanked every exit of this damn lot!"

Shane encouraged, a command rather than something sweeter, tender but roughly shared, "hey! Come on. Get over here!"

[arxchnoverturea]

+ @guiltburdened​ asked:  “That was awesome! I mean, that was terrible, but it was awesome.“  (carol danvers from bucky)

+ “ It got the JOB done, didn’t it ? “ Carol answered, pushing herself back onto her FEET as she shrugged off any lingering PAIN in her muscles . In comparison to how CHAOTIC everything had been mere minutes earlier, there was an almost EERIE silence hanging around the two of them , apart from lingering CRACKLES and pops from fires still in the processing of burning themselves out . “ Everything still working right over there ? “ 

[universeofmuses]

Carol couldnt help the mischievous smile that grew on her face, she knew how Natasha felt about the ‘G’ word, but to her it’s what described what they were at this point in their relationship. The way Natasha felt about it in Carol’s mind was the way she felt about the pronunciation of Budapest. Still she hoped this would bring something up that would distract Natasha from her nightmare, from her memories, even if for a moment. 

“Thats horrible.” Carol said gently as she listened to Natasha as she started to talk more about her nightmare, she wished like hell that she could do anything take the memories and nightmares away from her. She didnt deserve to be haunted anymore. “It’s over now, and youre safe and no unending army is around for miles.” Carol said after Natasha finished recounting her dream. Carol just sat there with her arm around her hoping that Natasha would just feel something of safety in her arms. 

The question Natasha had surprised her for a moment and she thought for a long moment, “Sometimes.. They were really good at implanting false memories.” Carol said quietly as she thought about her own situations, “Talos helped me a time into trying to search for a new homeward for his people, I kept coming very close to putting holes in the ship.” She explained thinking on the memory, though as good as they were in helping her, nothing and no one was perfect. Every now and then a stray implanted memory would creep up. 

“I cant imagine. I’m so sorry.” Carol said sadly to her girlfriend, "But I'm always here to pull you back from the something darker, and there for you when things just blur." She offered gently hoping this would help Natasha feel better. 

universeofmuses​:

Carol was trying to create a cozy space for the two of them occupy together, something that would help Natasha relax. Though Carol noticed that as she put her arm around Natasha that she saw her tighten and worried that she had done the wrong thing, she just wanted the woman she loved to feel safe, to feel like Carol could and would protect her from everything. 

As Natasha spoke, Carol smiled at her gently but warmly. “I know, but right now to me, you’re the only one that matters right now.” Carol said gently to her as she felt her hand on her thigh and felt the gently squeeze, she suppressed a little giggle, she was a little ticklish. “Thats what girlfriends are there for right? To be there and to understand.” Carol posed to Natasha, finally after a moment it seemed that Natasha was ready to open up. “Those are the worst, it just feels like you’re… trapped.” Carol said gently, she was going to press for any details, it wasn’t necessary. Though she knew how she felt because she had been through the same some nights herself. 

Girlfriends sounded so childish compared to what Natasha viewed them as, it didn’t really have a word in English. Carol had such a similar experience with implanted memories, false alliances, being used for a cause… it was a wonder they’d met being galaxies and decades away from each other. 

“I have no doubt in my skills, in what I can do. But I think my head is now mixed with all this unknown there’s a fear of, what if I’m not prepared? It was like nothing I did would end the fight, they just kept coming at me no matter how deep I cut…” Natasha’s fingers played over the handle of her mug wondering if there was any vodka around she could spike the tea with, “Do you ever remember your time with the Kree differently than you know you should? Good memories in a bad place? Some time’s it’s like that, and then other times things just blur into something darker.”

[tangleweave]

Star Screams [RP]

[ @paragonrising ]

"Alert. Alert. This is the Kree Accuser Warship Venoran, transmitting a priority advisory. Our vessel has been attacked, invaded, and crippled by a cybernetic entity of unidentified composition and origin. Self-destruct measures have been disabled by the entity. Attempts to subdue the entity with conventional weaponry have proven unsuccessful. Advise any and all civilian vessels within a one light-year radius to remain clear. Kree Authority vessels, establish communications blackout with Venoran and relay priority signal to Supreme Intelligence for further instruction.

"Alert. Alert. This is…"

~*~*~*~

The Venoran had been home to five elite units, every member of them privy to their own preference of weaponry and tactics. But what good was it to be when their quarry was, by all accounts, intangible? Every blade, every slug, every blast of energy seemed to pass through the pale biped harmlessly, and did not seem to interdict it in the slightest.

It might as well have been a ghost. Perhaps it was a vengeful revenant that had attached to the hull following some prior culling, and fashioned a body for itself out of the Venoran's parts and pieces. But that would not explain its eye-straining sheen, brilliant white with gleaming neon blue in its eyes and its forehead. And the quantities of the Venoran were known elements. This being was something else entirely, that it could seem to phase out of all tangible existence with merely a thought.

Arcs of energy burst from the sapphire core in its head, lancing into Kree elites with precision to make even the likes of the legendary Minn-Erva jealous. Some were concussive, tossing them back against bulkheads and knocking them unconscious on impact. Others were not quite so forgiving, and burned holes through limbs and joints.

The entity did not stop until it had invaded the bridge, and confronted the Accuser standing defiant with his hammer in both hands.

Those hands remained attached to the hammer longer than to the Accuser.

The entity had brought the hammer down upon the nearest control panel, shattering the holographic prismatic displays and revealing the circuitry beneath. It was the circuitry that the being touched with its open hand… and moments later, the breathable air in the vessel was being evacuated into the bleak dark of space beyond.

Most of the Kree made it to escape pods and shuttles without further incident. And it was only after the atmosphere had been nullified for a full hour's time that it repressurized the vessel's interior and opened its eyes, at last, to behold the ship it had single-handedly overtaken.

It turned around, and became abruptly aware that it was not alone on the ship as it had imagined.

It was immediately intrigued. An emotional borne out by the way it tilted its head askance.

And spoke into the newly restored atmosphere.

"Captain Carol Danvers."

[massive-marvel]

A big hammy fist pounded against a faded gold-shod star slicked in far more yellows than normal, the doughy hand thwump against a meaty chest. “ BBWWEEEERRLLCH ” , Carol craned her jaw, a triumphant roar escaped the blondes messed lips, squish of her bloated neck as each putrid second was displayed. Squelch burger slop ran down her form, the painfully blue hoodie getting her iconic colors of streaks of ketchup, and splotches of mustard. A husky huff and the marvel leaned back into her booth seat, ever determined to eat her latest foe, The Captain marvel burger.

Jessica grinned as she watched Carol tackling her current foe, her burger that was made in her image and given her title. A greasy, six tier mountain of meat with huge thick buns layers inside, resembling a very messy cake rather than a burger.

"You hanging in *Mrrrf* alright there, Carol love? You're not *BWOOOORP* gonna let that burger beat you, *FRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPTPTPT* are ya?" Her words came from grease covered lips, with all sorts of sauces and grease coating her chins and cheeks just as her date's were. Her suit was stained with months of food and sweat marks, she didn't bother changing out of it. She wore it pulled half down, with her torso covered by her favourite, far too small dark denim jacket, also stained beyond achieving full cleanliness ever again. They were the only two in the diner besides a few brave staff. The others all knew that this place would be inhospitable shortly, with two of the fattest and gassiest heroes in there.

[ironman-tonystark]

It might be time to bring the tights and booty shorts back to Cap's uniform. But why stop at one Cap? I'm going to make them all uniforms with tights and booty shorts.

[universeofmuses]

It was a bit hard for Carol to date, at this point it felt like everyone knew who she was and wanted to be with the famous ‘Captain Marvel’. No to mention there was some pressure to be perfect and live up to people’s expectation of what she was, though after a certain point she did what she always did and just went with the flow of everything, just was herself. Life was too short and she just had to be herself.

Watching Lilith and her mouth start to go a million miles a minute made her smile, “Yeah definitely not a good way to get ready for a date.” Carol said playfully with a chuckle in her voice, “Though I am curious about what happened next.” Carol said partly curious and partly playful.

“Well I cant say I’ve had the best luck lately with dating, but it does seem pretty subjective when you put it that way.” Carol said agreeing with Lilith on her view on dating, “No no, its completely ok! Honestly it makes filling the silences easier.” Carol replied to her words, she didnt think it was a bad thing that she was a talker, she felt like the pressure was off for sure now.

universeofmuses​:

Carol was a little nervous about this date, Lilith was very pretty and seemed sweet, she didnt want to blow the date by saying or doing the wrong thing. Online dating was a new thing for Carol, it wasnt like you could get a read on someone based on a profile picture and a few line of text, she felt like this was the new blind dating. Still Lilith seemed nice and she had a great smile, a smile that was putting butterflies her stomach every time she saw it. 

She smiled and blushed when the woman replied to her complement, “I’m sorry, I mean you hear all of these horror stories about blind dates and online dating that you just never know what youre going to get.” She said trying to explain herself to her, but she wasnt sure if she was explaining herself in such a way that wouldnt come off as offensive. “Oh youre so modest, I’m sure that won’t be the case.” She said playfully to her, “Yeah I know what you mean, its hard to get excited when they have such a bad stigma about it.” Carol agreed with her. 

Lilith didn’t like to go on dates much. Mostly because there was always some kind of expectation in her experience. And so much pressure. For everything to work out and she knew that it wouldn’t work out and that they would hate her. At least she was fairly convinced that everyone she dated would wind up hating her. That was of course the most logical conclusion. At least she liked to pretend it was. Even though she knew deep down it was so so silly.

“Oh trust me I know. I told my other friend I was going on a date and she started telling me all about this podcast she listened to where a woman got her head chopped off and thrown into a dumpster. And all in all not something you want to hear when you’re getting ready for a date.” She laughed slightly shaking her head. “Dates are weird in my experience. Convincing someone that your nice enough to want to go on a second date. Not really sure what is or isn’t a taboo topic to talk about.” She just kept rambling cheeks flushing bright red. “I’m sorry I get motor mouth when I’m nervous.” 

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that BRIE LARSON? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s CAROL DANVERS/ CAPTAIN MARVEL from MARVEL. I heard she is IMMORTAL and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a BEING MISS SPARKLY FISTS, NOT HAVING HER TEMPER UNDER CONTROL MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, HAVING TROUBLE TAKING ORDERS FROM OTHERS impression. They’re known to be quite FREE-SPIRITED, but have a tendency to be RECKLESS on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : in reality, three years, at this point. In her fake life, Carol grew up in Sydney

Which suburb do they live in? tba

Personality description : Confident, funny and fearless. Carol does not take life too seriously and can even crack a joke in dangerous situations. She prefers to follow her own moral compass instead of blindly listening to orders, and is therefore labelled as rebellious and stubborn.

Memories of their real life : Carol does basically remember everything up to the point when Thanos was defeated, so, how she got her abilities, the Kree and them brain-washing her, meeting Nick Fury and getting full memories and full control over her abilities back....

What was their fake life like : 

Carol was born into a strict military family, which does maybe explain how she had developed her rebellious nature, being confronted with rules and guidelines since a very young age. She always fought with her father, and no matter what her punishment had been, Carol would not give in.

She'd dent to a rather strict school as a teenager. There, Carol had discovered her love to fly. However, military did not allow women as pilotes back then. Not even with the influence of her father. They offered Carol a position 'on the ground', but agaim Carol did not give in.

Instead, she got a pilot licence and was offering like, flying people from the outback into the city and stuff, with a very run-down plane Carol did actually repair and restore with her own two hands

theme song: Pat Benatar - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Quote: "I'm not what you think I am." (to Nick Fury)

[ofaflower]

muse tags.

[catastrophicxfailure]

closed for ✵ @perilousxrealm.

setting ✵ new asgard.

muse ✵ carol danvers and valkyrie.

The sky was dark once they arrived back on Earth, allowing the bifrost to transport them with Carol's arms wrapped around the other tightly, eyes squeezed tightly shut until their feet were flat in front of the building she'd grown to know well. When the colors faded away, she was hesitant to unwrap herself from the other woman, though eager to get inside before anyone noticed either of them were there. During the day was one thing, often Carol was even happiness when she was sparring with the tiny Asgardians, rolling around in mud when she needed a breath from the conflict in space (and in her head), but that night she found that she needed nothing more than the comfort of Valkyrie's home and a soft bed, much unlike the chair she often fell asleep in at the Avenger's compound.

A warm shower and a pair of Valkyrie's clothes left her significantly cleaner than when they'd arrived, full of Asgardian dirt from their tussle on the ground of a planet far above where they were now. Blonde strands still slightly damp laid against her cheeks as she made her way back into the bedroom, eyeing the comfort of the bed with a longing she hadn't felt in quite some time. "You look comfy... happen to save some room in there?

[theirdiaries]

ღ * ➜ ( brie larson , cis-female , sixty-seven , she/her ) it seems like carol danvers might be making a new home in mystic, connecticut. a canon character from marvel was seen walking down main street. while they arrived three months ago , they do not believe they have been here their whole lives.

name : carol danvers age : sixty - seven gender : cis - woman pronouns : she / her sexuality : bi - sexual, bi - romantic shipping status : open

[theirdiaries-a]

[ brie larson ] i just saw that CAROL DANVERS arrived in mystic, ct ! they're SIXTY-SEVEN and a CANON from MARVEL. however, you might want to check first because while they've been here length of THREE MONTHS they DO NOT BELIEVE they have been here their whole lives. make sure to make them feel right at home.