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the blog is still very much a wip (as in no banners and i gotta fix the color scheme in my site) buuut alice has been moved to @heroeslogic !

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YELLOWSTONE, 1.04 "The Long Black Train"

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so she quit SHIELD, and she tried to quit all of it cold turkey. she told herself that she could just be normal, be an artist and walk her dog and do normal people things without any violence. unfortunately though that was easier said than done when everyone she cared about was still so intrenched in it. it made it hard not to at least have one foot in the door.

she had skills, and she couldn't help but do recon when her friends asked or something piqued her interest. and sometimes, that meant she found herself at the tail end of things, watching as something she missed wrapped up. she didn't need to get involved in the event itself, she reminded herself. she could be a spectator...

and boy could she. she didn't need the adrenaline of a fight even if she wanted it. she leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes settling on him. subconsciously, she pulled at the sides of her stretchy top revealing her cleavage a little more. "lookin good, hot stuff!," she called out. pushing off the wall, falling in step along side alexei. "you got a little blood in your beard, but who fuckin doesn't?"

objectify the old man he said, so alice did starter for @crimsonfive / alexei shostakov *

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NOBODY WANTS THIS (2024–) 1.04 Obliterated

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"sure," alice held her sketchbook out to him. there was little in there she wouldn't want a stranger to see even as some of her work revealed the most vulnerable parts of herself. she kept two sketchbooks for a reason, the second one she rarely brought out of her apartment. if this one was a diary, that one was a locked vault.

she couldn't ignore curiosity as to why he seemed so, she wasn't sure what to call it, overly friendly perhaps. she was a native new yorker though, things like pleasantries and strangers caring about each other always seemed to set off alarm bells for her. "you're lucky to live here. seems like a place you probably live longer than you do in the city."

That was it, that was what was drawing Kelson closer to Alice. And what he knew he had to protect her from. Something else could have stepped out of that forest, something not as nice.

"Oh yeah? Can I see what you're working on?" He moved closer, but still did it slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her. "It is pretty beautiful out here, can't like about that."

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"i'll be here, same time and place!" alice smiled. "thank you so much!"

a few weeks later, alice drove the cart down the lumber aisle and stopped to mill around the smaller pieces of wood. she wasn't exactly comfortable here. she occasionally came for paint samples, chain or the usuall household stuff you could buy at a hardware store. she never really ventured into the lumber section until now. it was safe to say she was overwhelmed.

she was about to push her cart away in defeat when she recognized the other man in the aisle. he'd bought one of her paintings at the market. she took a moment, hoped she stopped visibly pouting and walked up to him. "it's nice to see you again. how's the painting?"

Arlo didn't seem bothered at all by the price, and got out the cash to hand over. "Must be fate, I had just enough with me to pick this up." His grin was warm and easy as he picked up the painting.

"Once I figure out where this is going to go, I might come back and get another."

And he wasn't just saying that to make conversation or be nice, there was a genuine tone to his words.

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"good," she wasn't sure if she believed clint about his being fine, but she wanted to. she'd accept the answer for now. it didn't do her much good to interrogate him on it.

alice listened to his plan and nodded, but then frowned. "yeah, but remember the road to it was blocked up." if it was bad then, it would certainly be impassible now with all the shooting and explosions. her guess was that about 2 city blocks had practically become a war zone. she felt bad at their minimal involvement. if they planned on rebuilding it, it would be a lot of cleaning out rubble. "we're gonna have to go around. i don't think either of us are in the position to be climbing over rubble right now." she didn't know how far that would be, but it added distance and unknown elements to their plan. "maybe we should figure out if i can walk before we get there."

one of the best things about the occasional team-ups with shield is knowing that there is always a team waiting in the wings to grab you up if-&-when things get too bad to stick around. sure, the sorts of missions assigned to agents aren't nearly as life-&-death as the avengers deal with, but that also means they're always left out to dry if things get too serious.

now, however, clint knows they have a way out. they just have to get to a safe enough spot to make it happen.

"i'll be fine until we're extracted," he insists the best he can, holding in a groan as pain shoots up the back of his arm. well that was new. he knows he's beat up good, it's just the details on the how that he's not exactly sure of right now. & he's not going to worry about it until they're safely flying away from this disaster & he knows alice is being taken care of. "if i remember right, there's an empty warehouse a couple blocks up. the roof should be good for a pickup."

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she wasn't sure she believed his casual tone, but alice was willing to give the stranger a little trust and leeway for now. random people coming out of the woods weren't on her personal list of trusted individuals, but kindess didn't go unnoticed either.

"yeah, i am. it's a hobby." she wasn't sure whether she really got to call herself an artist. she drew, she painted and she knew it wasn't bad, but she also wasn't professional either. "it is inspiring. it's really beautiful. i've never seen anything like it."

Kelson stopped a few feet in front of the woman, letting a disarming smile curl his lips before saying anything else. "It's alright, not like there's flag or anything. Don't get up on my account."

He took a few steps closer, his gaze on the girl curious but nothing more than that. "So you're an artist? It can be kind of inspiring around here."

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doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die

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I believe no matter who you are, you are in love with matt Murdock, Steven grant, frank castle and Billy Russo. If you are in love with all them, honey.. even god can’t save you now (they could tho)

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"i gotta meet a tortoise sometime, it'd be like meeting a dinosaur," she gushed. then she shrugged saying, "yeah it sucks but i guess that's the price i pay. SHIELD is the reason i can travel so i'm complaining, but i'm also gonna put up with it." if she hadn't joined SHIELD she'd have probably been dead or in jail by now, so getting flagged coming in and out was a minor grievance in the grand scheme of things. khione was pretty astute about using her powers of doe eyed persuasion, or at least trying to. "you know, i really do try, but there has to be something going on that concerns us for us to get assigned abroad. anything that doesn't concern us is "meddling in foreign affairs"" alice laughed.

"the turtles---no, wait, tortoises, they're land based---were pretty cool. one of them was really big and really old. i got to feed it a piece of lettuce. that was nice." she didn't pet it, just to be sure; she didn't want to hurt it, after all. "i hope you get to go." a nod and then: "can't you pull that one emoji - the one with the doe eyes - and tell your boss you'd like to go on an assignment there or something?" then alice laughed, and khione laughed too: "i meant both, but dang, that must be annoying, getting flagged each and every single time."

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steven was, as always, respectful, and kind, and funny, and alice got the vibe he didn't get enough appreciation for that. he'd helped her take off her coat when they sat down and helped her back into it when they'd left the restaurant even though it was definitely not the kind of place that expected that kind of formality. nevertheless, she really appreciated it. chivalry. actual genuine chivalry. no other motive. so, when they got back to her place and he held the door open for her while she carried in the packages that had been sitting on her stoop, she wanted to acknowledge his efforts with more than just the thank you's she'd been saying all night. "good boy," it rolled off her tongue as easily as any other praise might.

STARTER CALL | starter for @serpcntes / steven grant *

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"thank you." she smiled. "i mean, there are a few people who get seniority and people leave their spots open. i'm not one of those yet though." she hadn't been here for nearly long enough. it was the people who'd been selling at the same market for decades that got seniority.

"fifty five dollars for the painting." she'd originally priced her work much lower, and still sometimes she felt like she was overcharging. it had actually been other artists at the market who had encouraged her to price her work higher.

He was glad that Alice seemed comfortable talking to him. He was a pretty soft spoken disarming guy, but he knew sometimes his height made him seem a little imposing. "So it sounds like a first come first serve on the good spots, got it" Arlo responded with a soft laugh, taking a look around the booths that surrounded Alice. "It does look like you got a great spot."

He paused to pull his wallet out of his pocket. "And how much for the painting?"

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like for a lil starter (specify muse if you're a multi)

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KATHRYN NEWTON as MILLIE KESSLER FREAKY (2020) dir. by Christopher Landon

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alice followed joaquin into the kitchen, lingering a short distance behind him while he looked around for the first aid kit. this wasn't at all how she expected for her afternoon to go, but then again, it was probably for the best. if she'd popped a stitch when no one was home, she'd have rooted around for the first aid kit and probably wouldn't do a great job. "i'm not dying."

alice hopped up onto the kitchen island next to the tackle box. "i got a little bit stabbed. it wasn't deep." she lifted her shirt up and pulled it taut just above where the wound had been stitched up. when she looked down at it she could see a few intact stitches and an equal amount of popped ones.

"and then i just had to use the shampoo that makes me sneeze." she kept it in her duffle for a reason, but clearly she'd forgotten the downside of it. "what did i interrupt?"

joaquin must have only barely sat down and opened his computer long after alice — he assumed this was alice - had already been out of the shower. surely he would’ve heard otherwise and been well aware of the presence of another in the apartment. surely.

regardless, this was certainly not an interaction he would be eager to relay back to sam any time soon.

“ i uh—- h- hello? ”

his attention remained awkwardly stalled on the sopping wet individual standing a few feet away from him for a few additional seconds before his training mercifully decided to kick in and he got up to retrieve the first aid kit.

“ shit— yeah. one sec. try not to — you know — die, ” joaquin held both hands out, gesturing to the general area of the slowly growing red stain, expression twisting into a grimace of a smile for a brief moment before he began rifling through a cabinet and producing a medium sized tackle box marked with a medical cross.

grabbing a few varieties of gauze and a handful of balms and ointments as well as a suture kit, joaquin gestured for alice to sit and lift her shirt.

“ how bad are we talking? ”