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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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The Third Widow || Untraced

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Comfort | No Warnings | 2.3K |

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: плющ (Ivy), сестра (sister),

AC: bit of short chapter but a lot more comfort than the others.

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The soft knock on your shortly lived childhood door breaking you from the words printed in the book in your hand. Melina's head slowly popped in with a warm smile, "I figured you might be hungry by now" she entered with a tray in her hands. A roast dinner that you kindly excused yourself from and locked yourself a way in your room for the evening. "Thanks, just put it on the desk, please" you smiled softly in return, but your eyes said more than you thought. "Just because you're no longer under Bruce's supervision, doesn't mean you're not undermine, and you need to eat at some point" she placed the tray of food over your lap with a raised brow.

You place your book to the side before picking up the fork, stabbing it into the vegetables on the plate. "I hope Yelena didn't overwhelm you with her talk on the way back" Melina chuckled; she used small talk as an excuse to make sure you'd at least eaten something. "She was excited, although I don't really think I was paying much attention" the fork in your hand rolling the green peas around. "Would this have anything to do with Wanda?" your eyes slowly looked up at Melina who looked nothing more than a curious mother with a cheeky grin.

"W-why would, I mean, what?" you stuttered in question, memories you had with Wanda making your heart break even more than before, you slowly placed the tray of food beside you. "So, it is true" Melina tilted her head to the left slightly, "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked in a comforting tone. "There's nothing to talk about" you paused, "not now anyways".

"Was it serious?" Melina asked.

"I don't think so" you sighed, "am I meant to tell you this? I mean you're my mo-" your eyes shot down to your hands in your lap. "You can tell me whatever you feel comfortable with, I'm not going to force it out of you. But if you ever want to talk, I'm all ears and so is Alexei" the brunette reached for your hands, rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles. "I know you don't want to hear all this again but, things will get easier. It might take some time, I won't lie about that and for a while you might feel like this but you're free now, really free. The world is in your hands, you can do whatever you like. You are no different to anybody else even if you feel differently, you can do anything you want" her right hand brushed a lock of hair out of your face while still looking into your eyes, "Don't stay up too late" she playfully winked before getting up from your bed.

"Thanks, Melina" you smiled softly as she walked out of your room, clothing the door behind her.

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The morning sun peeking through your bedroom curtains and warmly kissing your face woke you, tossing to avoid being blinded as your eyes slowly opened. The smell of a typical eggs and bacon breakfast slowly crept its way up the stairs and under your door giving you a sense of how things used to be, when Yelena would let you know that breakfast was ready as she made her way downstairs. Alexei would already be waiting at the dining table reading the comic inserts of the newspaper, Natasha would skip breakfast and down a glass of orange juice before beating anybody to the bathroom to shower.

Everything felt like you'd just gotten back from a vacation too long expect there was a block of darkness, a block of empty memories, a block of nothing. The little memories you have only came to a stop then it was nothing. You sighed to yourself and kicked the covers off before slipping your feet into the warm slippers that waited for you by the door, the smell of sizzling bacon only got stronger when you slowly opened the door, "Good morning" Yelena smiled standing the doorway of her room, "sleep well?" she asked.

"Yeah, not bad, you?" You hated the feeling of not knowing your own sister anymore, she almost felt like a stranger. "A better sleep than I've had in a very long time" she replied, "are you coming down for breakfast?" The blonde closed her bedroom door.

"Actually, I think I might go for a run first, I was just going to brush my teeth and slip out the door"

"Mind if I join you?"

"Think you can keep up?" you smirked, "we trained quite hard in re-" you stopped yourself before finishing the sentence, hoping it wouldn't ruin the small moment you were sharing with your sister. "Loser shouts breakfast?" Yelena winked, "you're on!" you smiled. "I'll meet you downstairs, don't take too long, loser" Yelena chuckled before making her way downstairs.

After brushing your teeth and changing into your activewear, well, Yelena's old activewear, you met Yelena downstairs by the front door. "Girls, are you joining us for breakfast?" Melina peeked her head out of the kitchen, "Nope, we'll be back later" Yelena answered for you both as she opened the door. You followed her out to the footpath where you both did a few warm-up stretches.

"Where we are running too, плющ?" Yelena looked at you with a small smile, you missed hearing her call you by the nickname she gave you. The only person to ever call you Ivy, a little reminder that no matter what happens, you'll always be her little sister. "I was thinking of just going to this spot Wanda showed me".

"The river, right?"

"Yeah, we don't have too if it's a bit far" your eyes dropped to your feet, "Loser buys breakfast, remember?" Yelena made you smile once more as you slowly looked up at her.

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"You my sister, owe me breakfast and after that run, I am starving!" Yelena boosted about her win as you both walked into the local café, picking up a menu from the nears empty table. "Well, technically, you're buying" you grinned, "Uh, no? you lost" she reminded you yet again of her win. "I don't have money, remember" you both chuckled, "you owe me" Yelena smiled and handed you the menu, "get whatever you'd like, I'm going to order a smoothie, do you want one?" she asked, you nodded slowly, "mango please".

Yelena ordered for you both then sat across from you and smiled softly, "I'm so glad you're back" she started, "I'm so sor-"

"Yelena, please" you kindly interrupted, "it's fine. I just want to forget about Red Room and all darkness that comes with it"

"Of course, I just, I just wanted you to know that I never stopped looking for you, every and any chance I got I was out looking for you and look, after what Nat and Melina told me, I don't even care about that, you are my sister regardless of DNA"

"Wait, what? W-what are you talking about? DNA?" you frowned slightly, "They haven't told you?" Yelena lent back in her seat, "tell me what?" you asked.

"You should let Melina explain, I thought you already knew, I'm sorry"

"Yelena, if I'm going to hear it from anybody, I want it to be you. Now, what is it? Please"

Yelena bit her bottom lip with worry as she looked at you, "Natasha saw your file when she was with Dreykov, before everything. Biologically, I mean, if we did a DNA test it'll show up that we're not related. He somehow had your DNA wiped, Melina knows more about it which is why you sho-"

"Great" you sighed, fighting back the tears trying to build up in your eyes, "the only thing I had and he took that too" you added. "Hey, no, don't think of it like that. You're my sister" Yelena reached for your hands, "do you understand, you are my little sister. The little girl I think the world of. You're the only person I can trust with my entire life. I don't need a percent on a piece of paper to tell me you're my sister" she adds looking deep into your watering eyes, "I love you, плющ".

The tears freely fell from your eyes, "why did all of this happen, сестра?" you asked, "why us? Why any of us?" you added with a sob just as the waiter placed your orders on the table and walking away, "I don't know плющ, I don't know why any of this has happened but it's over now and he can never hurt you, me, Natasha or anybody else for that matter. I know you don't want to hear the big speech but wherever you go from here, whatever you do want to do, I'll be there" she smiles softly as the tears feel off your jawline and onto your shirt.

"I need some air" you mumbled before standing from your seat, "I'm sorry" you looked at Yelena. "It's okay, I'll be here" she nodded softly before you let yourself out of the café. You wiped your tears on your shirt, trying to process the information that Yelena shared wasn't easy. Your entire life was never 'normal', you didn't have the same education as everybody else, you'd seen more things in your life that nobody should ever have to see, you've done things that would land you more than one life time behind prison, so what now? Where do you go from here?

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"Hey" you spoke softly with a light knocked on Yelena's opened bedroom door, "do you mind if I borrow your phone? I don't have one yet, well, I don't really have anyth-"

"Sure, here" Yelena took her mobile off charge and handed it to you, "is everything okay?" she asked, your eyes still puffy from this morning. "Yeah, I just want to call a fri-…I want to call Wanda" you corrected yourself, "she was uhm, she" you paused before stuttering. "It's okay, I know, we all know" Yelena smirked slightly, "take your time" she added.

Never did you think the sound of an outgoing call would make your stomach turn, waiting for Wanda to pick up the phone with your fingers crossed tightly.

"Yelena, hey, is everything okay?" Her voice finally came through the phone causing you to softly smile to yourself.

"It's not Yelena" you replied looking over your shoulder to make sure your bedroom door was closed like a teenager breaking the late-night rules.

"Y/n, hey" you could almost hear the smile on Wanda's lips, "Wh…is everything okay?" she asked unsure of what to say.

"Uhm, yeah, things are fine…uhm, I know I asked if you could give me a few days, but I was wondering if we could meet up tomorrow? At our old spot?" You bit your bottom lip gently as you waited for the Sokovian to answer.

"I'd love too but on one condition"

"W-what would that be?" you asked nervously.

"Can you bring your sketch book? If you still have it of course"

"I do actually, I was looking through its last night. I can't believe Melina kept it" as you tried to hide the growing smile on your lips.

"Great, would you mind drawing something to show me tomorrow? I missed your drawings and I'd love to see something" Wanda's voice only making you blush with feelings that never truly left, after all this time.

"I might be a little rusty but sure, I'll see what I can come up with"

"I can't wait, I'll send Yelena a message in the morning when I'm on my way, I'll meet you at our spot, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you then"

"Don't stay up too late, okay?" Wanda chuckled lightly, "I'll see you tomorrow" she added before hanging up the line.

You placed Yelena's phone back on her bedside table unable to stop yourself from the smile that was glued to your lips. "You and Wanda huh? When did you plan on telling me?" Yelena joked. "I w-wouldn't say there is really anything to say" you looked to your feet like a nervous teenager, "she was my first kiss" you added quietly, Yelena smiled to herself and acted as if she didn't already know.

"Great, now I gotta give Wanda the talk" she joked causing your eyes to shoot up at her. "Don't! we're adults anyways" you stressed, feeding into Yelena's taunting. "So? As your older sister, I have a right to be protective regardless of who you date so Wanda is getting a talking too when I see her next"

"Well, she's coming tomorrow" you informed your older sister. "Oh goodie, I have all night to think of all the things I can stomp her with if she breaks your heart" Yelena joked, kind of.

"Please don't, we're just friends, I think…I don't really know, we didn't really leave on anything when….you know"

"Oh you've got it bad" Yelena chuckled, "I won't say anything tomorrow but I will say something eventually, it's my job. I've seen enough trashy movies with Kate to know" Yelena winked playfully. "How is Kate? I'd love to see her" you asked with a soft smile.

"She's good, we've been speaking here and there. I told her you were back, and she'd love to see you again, I said whenever you were ready for visitors"

"Maybe we could go out over the weekend? The four of us, like the old days" you suggested, Yelena nodded, "sure, if you want. I'll give Kate a call tomorrow" she replied.

"Sweet, can't wait" you smiled before walking back to your bedroom and sitting down at your desk. Your sketch book opened in front of you, led pencils in the pencil holder only collecting dust until you picked on up again and began sketching something to show Wanda tomorrow.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natahsa romanoff #natahsa romanoff x reader #black widow #fanfiction #marvel #the third widow

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tonbelova25 · 8 months

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Hey buddy what was your comfort fic again? I want to read it I’m bored 🤔

Hi again buddy lol

It’s The Third Widow series by @yelenasdiary 🥰 it’s on hold but it’s really good and it’s definitely a fave of mine!! I read again yesterday after a shitty day 🥹

#the third widow #favourite fic #yelenasdiary

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jaydentheweird1 · 1 year

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Akechi having to awkwardly come back to akira after dying in front of him. That and akira already had a whole funeral

#p5 #persona 5 #akechi goro #p5 akechi #p5r #persona 5 akechi #p5 akira #persona 5 akira #akira kurusu #p5 protagonist #p5r spoilers #p5r third semester #akira is a widow #akeshu #shuake

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minecraftbookshelf · 5 months

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Traffic Life: Widows Alliance

some minor secret life spoilers below.

The Widows' Alliance name drop in the most recent session has me being extremely normal about everything.

I just love that alliance so much. It is, as far as I can think, the only alliance in the entire traffic series that has survived all five seasons now without a single betrayal and the only murder has been consensual.

Third Life was the setup, they didn't get to actively team together so much but they had their deal and their plans, Cleo just died before they had the chance to see them through, and Scott followed not long after.

Last Life, the infamous Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss teamup my beloveds. Cleo was a semi-latecomer to the trio but it was never in question and they both stuck with it through to the end.

Double Life, The Official Team, when they turned on Pearl and still stuck by each other, to the point that they axe crit each other to emphasize to their government assigned soulmates that they didn't need them, they had each other. (Pearl's powdered snow came after the axe crits i will scream about this until i am hoarse, she retaliated with lesser damage to an injustice and cruelty done towards her first.)

Limited Life, Scott took refuge with the Clockers multiple times when the entire rest of the server was hunting him and Cleo gave him shelter without question each and every time. I think he set his spawn in their base more often then he did in his own. He also gifted multiple of his lives to them, Cleo especially, and traded a couple more.

And now Secret Life. When they tried to avoid teaming up and yet...and yet.

#trafficblr #secret life spoilers #secret life smp #zombiecleo #smajor1995 #widows alliance #third life smp #double life smp #last life smp #limited life smp #i have so many Thoughts and Feelings about how Pearl plays into this too #but that is another post #i just had to throw my DL pet peeve in this one too #rain rambles #thinky thoughts #life series

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dooperdop · 4 months

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Grians curse is still true!!!

Etho and Cleo never would’ve gone up the tower if it hadn’t been Grian’s idea, Etho never would’ve fallen off and been chased down- from what I remember his last words were ‘I’m going home everybody, I’m dying in my own home’. Grian told Cleo to trap the nether portal with her lava, the last lava she had, without it she was unable to trap Gem+The Scott’s place, causing her to flee the commotion when they came out of their nether portal, where her next action was to try and go run and hide in a hole, only for Scar to find her, if she still had her lava she could’ve taken Scar out with her. Grian survived 20 seconds longer than Cleo.

Grian has always been a widow, he has always been a team killer. Over the course of all of the seasons he has been allied with Scar, Jimmy, Mumbo, Impulse, Martyn, Joel, Etho, and Cleo (in terms of long term pre-red alliances), he has caused the final deaths of almost every single one of those people either in that series or in another. Scar in Third and Limited Life. Jimmy and Mumbo in Last Life, Martyn and Cleo in Secret Life, and Etho and Joel in Double Life.

The only person to escape his curse thus far is Impulse.

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yorkshireteauk · 4 months

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kate and yelena decide to do a rage room together which goes as well as expected until a worker comes in to tell them the hour is up and kate then has to spend the next ten minutes trying to pry her wife off of an innocent stoner while explaining they’re not a part of the room

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 4 months

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Gay wrongs tournament, minor bracket third place poll

*TLT art by @denndrawings , used with permission

Propaganda:

For the TLT polycule:

Power throuple at the helm of an evil empire! But more importantly, playing complicated power games on one another while trying to subtly murder the teenager they adopted to save their failing marriage

baby trapped god (john) so they could use the baby to unlock a tomb that was imprisoning the soul of the earth in a convoluted attempt to murder god (he deserves it though)

For Wu Zetian x Gao Yizhi x Li Shimin: (propaganda from previous poll here)

They are in a poly and are so morally gray and I love em. The triangle really is the strongest shape

They're gay because they're all bi (literally in Shimin and Yizhi's cases, kinda more implied for Zetian). Zetian and Shimin tortured a man for information (and also because he tortured them first) while Yizhi cooked back in their apartment. They made a plan to destroy their government and take over instead. Yizhi killed his dad because he was talking shit about Zetian and trying to sway his trust in her (it didn't work lmao). Instead of a love triangle (it REALLY seemed like that was what it was heading towards) they all love each other and would (and have) committed atrocities for each other. There's a whole thing about how they're stronger together (like, metaphorically and on the battlefield (Shimin and Zetian pilot a giant mecha together and Yizhi balances them))

They're a canon polyship who are all a bit deranged and down to kill for their goals and/or to protect bae. Two have tortured a man to death together and came home to the third making celebratory cookies for them.

What's more gay wrongs than trying to take over your country and torturing a man together

#poly on poly violence for the third place #tlt #iron widow #the locked tomb #gao yizhi #wu zetian #li shimin #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #john gaius #minor bracket finals

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actualbird · 1 month

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re: bisexual vyn: we all know why he named his research center the "giannovyn." he's down HORRENDOUS for big brother von hagen.

irt my take on the funniest ways for each nxx team member to realize theyre bisexual

THE FACT THEY NAMED IT AFTER THEIR SHIPNAME WILL FOREVER BE FAMOUS TO MEEEEE KJBLJF

i like to think that before marius joined the team but After vyn and giann met, and also after vyn and marius met, that an interaction like this had occurred

#giannovynailine nation rise. ailine finds their twink psychiatrist third very interesting. i think theyd get along #and then when giann goes missing ailine and vyn can be grieving widows together #asks #doridoripawaa

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defty-picklez · 3 months

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Idea, Jimmy & Lizzie share the canary curse and Grian & Pearl share the Widow's curse (Idk if she died after all her allies every season so sorry if I'm wrong)

#trafficblr #life series #3rd life smp #third life smp #last life smp #double life smp #limited life smp #secret life smp #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #grian #pearlesentmoon #pearlescentmoon #canary curse #widow curse

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occidentaltourist · 2 months

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I know it’s been mentioned before, but I really do love this for Amy and Poppy.

After the struggle of S1 and watching Amy try to survive her own personal hell while Poppy openly lobbied to live with her mother and embraced Kirsten immediately … for Poppy to now officially be a Silva too? My heart.

(Am I still angry at Morag and Gordon, however understandable ‘people grieve in different ways’ may be? Forever and always. :)

#bbc vigil #amy silva #poppy loved her dad so giving up the torrens name isn’t insignificant #suranne jones #silvacre #tom edge really said we’re going to let amy be HAPPY happy #and she won’t be widowed again #she’ll have it all: the partner the daughter the baby #and the tension with kirsten will come from an abundance of love and dedication to their jobs #no third party no death #no bury your gays around here #let the gays thrive he said #also the production team having photos of baby poppy and Cat the cat??#cwsg could never

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Fic || The Third Widow

I'm so excited to be posting this Fic! It's personally one of my favourite works. Below is the Summary, Chapter list, Drabbles, etc.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the biological younger sister of Yelena Belova and adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Overall Warnings: PTSD, Language, Mentions of Red Room, Flashbacks, Anxiety, Alcohol & Drugs, Kidnapping, Violence, Mentions of Medical mistreatment, Mentions of murder. Each chapter will have its own warnings!

Type: Heavy angst with comfort and fluff.

Translations: Will be noted with each chapter, if any.

Characters: Reader, Natasha, Yelena, Alexei, Melina, Wanda, Kate, Mentions of the avengers, General Dreykov, Taskmaster, Asya (Made up).

Notes: This does and doesn’t follow storylines from the MCU, I’ve changed some details for it to fit the story. If in a chapter I missed a warning, please don't hesitate to point it out to me so I can fix it. So far I have the first 10 chapters named and a total of 15, 5 unnamed chapters this far. I'm hoping to have 20 chapters in total.

Chapters -

I - Reunited

II - Tossing & Turning

III - First Day Of School

IV - Wanda Maximoff

V - Trouble Follows

VI - Barely Gone, Barely Here

VII - Yelena's Worry

VIII - Welcome Home

IX - Red Room

X - Power & Control

XI - Aftermath

XII - Untraced

XIII - Natasha Romanoff

XIV - Let’s Do This Again

XV - TBA

XVI - TBA

XVII - TBA

XVIII - TBA

XIX - TBA

XX - TBA

Drabbles -

My Мэри - can be read before 'Natasha Romanoff'

Discussing -

All discussing posts can be found under the #thethirdwidow tag.

Taglist -

For my one shots I have a taglist for all those I write for, you can see that HERE

For this I will have a seperate taglist! If you'd like to be on the tag list, please leave a comment on this post so I can add your name to my notes.

#Yelena Belova #Natasha Romanoff #wanda maximoff #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #melina vostokoff #alexei shostakov #kate bishop #the third widow

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dead-sp1der · 2 months

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Stand by my grave and try to weep

I short piece about grief and guilt from the perspective of Scott during 3rd life at the end of episode 7

Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did.

A battle in the desert. An expert shot from Skizz. A dead husband. The aftermath. Skizz striking once again. A dead friend–

It was a small grave, in retrospect.

It was fitting –Grian had remarked when he saw the size of the grave– since “Timmy had left a small impact on the world.”

Scott knew he should’ve disagreed, but he couldn’t think of an example to disprove it at the time, so he had laughed along in agreement.

He stared at the grave some more. It looked like a picture perfect grave; The stone was perfectly symmetrical, the dirt in front was not too flat–not too messy, the stone was clean as can be. Everything was how a grave was supposed to look; if you asked someone to think of a grave, this grave would be what they’d imagine.

Scott sighed, he supposed he was a widow now. He had followed the correct steps in order for the widows alliance to be formed.

But then his fellow widow-to-be had to go and die before her husband, leaving Bdubs to be the widow instead of her.

So now Scott was completely alone.

Just him and his husband’s perfect grave.

This was the part where he should reminisce about the good times he and Jimmy shared.

Like their first meeting! Or foiling Tango’s cow operation! Or- or…

Scott felt a wave of terror wash over him. Were those two really all the good moments he could come up with off the top of his head?

He forced himself to take a deep breath.

No, no. He’s grieving, he’ll remember the rest of the good moments later.

Cleo would’ve told him it was okay; probably something about how both their husbands’s incompetence clouded the good memories of them.

Scott involuntarily started to smile.

Cleo would have built Bdubs a big grave and then joke about how she and Scott switched the graves around. They would’ve known how to cheer Scott up…

Scott’s thoughts trailed off; his smile slipping from his face.

What kind of widow was he?

He shifted his feet uncomfortably. He felt more sadness over Cleo dying than his own husband.

If anyone were to drop by now, they’d see him not act like a proper widow and judge him for it.

Why wasn’t he crying? His husband died in front of him. A normal widow would be crying. Why couldn’t he make himself cry?

Why couldn’t he cry? Why weren’t the tears falling?

Scott wiped away tears that didn’t exist; that should exist, but he failed to actually deliver.

Maybe he just needed a reminder of all the good times. He should find the poppy Jimmy gave him.

He turned around before pausing. Where did he leave that poppy?

His gaze turned to the sky, as if the sun or the clouds would answer his silent question.

But alas, the sky stayed silent. It was probably judging him as well.

Defeated, he let his gaze wander down.

Ah, the tears were coming. Finally.

He caught a glimpse of the hill where he and Cleo made the widows alliance.

He felt his nose start to prickle and his eyes sting.

He quickly speedwalked –not ran, that would look desperate– to the centre of the Flower Valley and plucked the neared red flower he saw.

He didn’t have the time to get the correct flower; the tears would dry up if he wasn't quick enough.

He walked back, deliberately slowing himself down, to his dead husband’s grave. He carefully laid the red –tulip, apparently– on the dirt.

His eyes might have started to water, but no full tears were rolling yet.

Scott pressed his eyes shut, but there just wasn’t enough liquid to squeeze out of his eyes that way.

Scott kept his eyes closed though, and thought about happy smile, shared laughter, inside jokes, hair that reminded him of the sunset, skin the colour of grass on a cold day–

He opened his eyes and bit back a sob. Tears finally escaped his eyes and started to roll over his face.

Now he looked like a proper widow.

Now he was a proper widow.

Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did.

Scott closed his eyes again before turning around.

He couldn’t stand to look at the grave anymore.

He hopes he’ll start missing him tomorrow.

#I was listening to Flashlight by The Front Bottoms while writing this #Because I think it’s a fitting song for 3rd life Scott #But I fear I might be reaching a bit there #I will elaborate if asked though #Scott Smajor #Smajor1995 #Jimmy Solidarity #Can I even tag this with Jimmy? I never mention him by name #ZombieCleo #Flower Husbands #I guess #It’s about Scott and Jimmy but also about Scott and Cleo #So uhhh #Widows Alliance #trafficfic #third life smp #3rd life smp

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autumnwoodsdreamer · 6 months

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Tony & Natasha

#this is like my third try posting this. please just let it post #tony stark #iron man #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #ironwidow #tonynat #autumnwoodsdreamer art #my art #fanart #avengers

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cypriathus · 5 months

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Main protagonist of In A Thicket of Spaciousness

WARNING: I talk about specific mental health issues and how it affects the following character.

Ephoszumina Uynaszoide Higenbrotamus-Teixojzura is the 36-year-old determined and protective commander of the Ichnaea 5 spacecraft. She’s part of the Galactic Investigation of Anomalous Phenomena Division (GIAPD), one of the few subdivisions of the Bureau of Researching and Securing Extramundane Curiosities (BRSEC). As a hard-working individual, she feels confident about her work and possesses an unwavering commitment to her given tasks. She’s a reliable member of the GIAPD, putting effort into their work and obediently following orders. She’s also viewed as trustworthy by her crew members due to her good listening and emotional intelligence skills. Ephoszumina is quite independent and honourable, being able to not rely on others for aid or support and believe in truth as well as doing what’s morally right. However, she sometimes struggles to break out of her unyielding independence and collaborate with her crew members due to her stubbornness. She respects the opinions and ideas of others, showing consideration and regard to what they have to say. However, she will put her foot down and tell them off if she views it as necessary. Ephoszumina is very organised and is quick to notice things, especially if it involves her plans or any potential problems that might arise amongst her group. She’s decently down-to-earth, ensuring that she focuses on the task beforehand and dealing with people practically and directly.

She's capable of uplifting the management of her team, but she does occasionally overthink and/or disregard the potential negative consequences. She tends to appear menacingly and isn’t afraid to threaten those who try to invade her privacy or harm the safety of her and the members of the Ichnaea 5. She can be quite sarcastic at times, which is usually in the form of mocking and contemptible remarks. Ephoszumina does have a bit of a fiery temper, but that’s usually targeted towards those she finds irritating or it’s a sign of wanting to be left alone. She tries to hide the fact that she experiences depression, insomnia, and borderline personality disorder (BPD). Her depression makes her feel sad, empty, and hopeless, and prone to angry outbursts and frustration, even over small matters. She often desires to be non-existent and can be somewhat fixated on past failures. She has difficulty with concentration, decision-making, and recalling, which makes dealing with her tasks feel like an absolute chore. Her BPD makes her feel uncertain about how she sees herself, experiences mild mood swings, and intensifies her fear of abandonment and instability.

Ephoszumina is slightly above the average height of an Irishwoman and is almost about 5’ 6” (167.64 cm). Her body shape is more rectangular, but her hips are fairly defined, her shoulders and buttocks are slightly rounded, and she carries some weight in her upper thighs. Her medium-length hair is in a side-parted wavy, messy lob and it’s a lovely shade of golden bronze with red brown streaks. She has striking sienna skin with reddish freckles decorating her face, chest, and shoulders. She has long eyelashes and cerulean eyes, but the left one is slightly lighter than the right due to it being made from glass, which she tries to cover up with a purplish eyepatch. After the spaceship crash, her left arm is replaced with a prosthetic, the wires being the veins and muscles tendons, while the flexible metal are the bones and flesh. Her lower back, buttocks, and behind the left leg have received some scars, primarily second- and third-degree burns and lacerations.

Like the other main members of Ephoszumina’s group, she wears the traditional GIAPD space uniform. This uniform consists of teal blue space flight suits with two white strips from the neck gaiter to the end of their jacket sleeves and well-placed pockets. GIAPD workers also wear position badges, the flag of their country on the left arm, the logo of their organisation on the right arm, and a monochromatic shirt underneath the flight suit. The logo depicts the simplified black silhouette of a rabbit before a burning star of blue, yellow, orange, red, and white. Below that striking logo design is the organisation’s abbreviated name in bold pomp and power lettering. Each member possesses a badge with their position and the depiction of a planet or moon. However, her badge is the only one in her group that depicts the Sun and the title of commander. The sleeves of her uniform jacket are sometimes rolled up or the jacket is wrapped around her waist. Beneath Ephoszumina’s standard uniform, she wears a white button down shirt and a tangerine undershirt. On her left uniform arm, her country’s flag is that of Ireland. Sometime after the spaceship crash, she wears a drop leg holster attached to a flexible waistband. She wears a solitaire wedding band with a princess-shaped diamond below her engagement ring on the left ring finger. She also has a spacesuit that has her commander badge and Ireland flag in the same places as her flight suit. She occasionally wears a bronze shawl with floral patterns of saffron, red-violet, ruddy blue, and pale rose with a silver amphisbaena engulfed in flames on the back. When wearing her shawl, she dons a pair of dirty brown jeans, which are both gifted from her lover named W’Viphatroglukebyx.

Besides her BRSEC ID, she holds onto a very special photograph of her with her deceased husband, Veljahomius. As the commander who survived a spaceship crash and is roaming through alien planets, she has a few weapons on her person. One of the weapons she wields is an energy weapon with a sling that’s partially modelled off of the Russian RGS-50M. Instead of regular bullets or the ammunition that the RGS-50M uses, it shoots out either blasts or large orbs of slow-moving energy, but that greatly depends on the firing settings. Another weapon on her person is a double-barrelled pistol with a built-in flash suppressor. Ephoszumina also has a multi-purpose taser that fires three stun probes and is partially based off of the Raysun X-1. The energy weapon is named the Blazing Whispers 0.3, the double-barrelled pistol is called the Zermillionus LCTI-7390, and the taser is referred to as the Weather’s Eye J-XT81. She wears a highly advanced black, blue, and gold wristwatch given to her by the BRSEC, appearing to be modelled after the DB28 Kind of Blue Tourbillon and Rotonde de Cartier Earth and Moon Watch. It’s capable of faster-than-light communication, notifications in regards to receiving work-related emails, passwords to access confidential documents, and telling the time. This very special model of watch is referred to as the BRSEC-35 Cirrostratus Parhelia.

FAMILY:

Unnamed father

Unnamed mother

Unnamed brother

Veljahomius (ex-husband)

W’Viphatroglukebyx (lover)

Aprichotenus (daughter)

Korwudelaszith (daughter)

Musaphordzen (daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Ephoszuma (by a few friends)

Uyneszoda (by a few friends and coworkers)

Commander (by the members of the Ichnaea 5 spacecraft)

Liefje (“little dear” in Dutch) (by Veljahomius)

Snoepje (“little candy” in Dutch) (by Veljahomius)

Knapperd (“beautiful” in Dutch) (by Veljahomius)

Lekker ding (“delicious thing” in Dutch) (by Veljahomius)

Fuzzy lumpkins (by W’Viphatroglukebyx)

Precious heartstring (by W’Viphatroglukebyx)

My graceful little daffodil (by W’Viphatroglukebyx)

My strong-hearted lioness (by W’Viphatroglukebyx)

Mama (by Aprichotenus, Korwudelaszith, and Musaphordzen)

Señora Ephoszumina (“lady” in Spanish) (by Gulebharto)

Madame Higenbrotamus (by Emarontius and Ayndefolius)

Higenta (by Sukhajowinder)

Schmusebacke (“smooth cheeks” in German) (by Friedoschalk)

Liebster (“most beloved” in German) (by Friedoschalk)

Honigbienchen (“little honey bee” in German) (by Friedoschalk)

Ephoszu-san (by Chitazuko)

Uphoszaide (by Gunaholde)

Ephostuxja (by Oyldzriska)

Ephoszumina Hanimefendi (“lady master” in Turkish) (by Evranfotih)

Miss Higenbrotamus-Teixojzura (by Plejzakhominus)

Unmovable cunt (by Plejzakhominus)

Lady Teixojzura (by Garwelohud)

Higebo (by Mjolahvet)

Grumpy albatross (by Aylbepurcht)

Lonesome heifer (by Eyschurota)

Mademoiselle of a Rocky Heart (by Kafenodisch)

Uyneszroda (by Gibhazlodus)

Higenbrota (by Gibhazlodus)

Teixoju (by Gibhazlodus)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s demisexual

Her birthday is April 12th (Aries)

Her blood type is A-

In regards to her ethnicity, she’s 50% Irish, 37.5% British, and 12.5% Portuguese.

She used to have a Borzoi, but he died from cardiomyopathy.

She has double-jointed fingers

Besides English, she knows five different languages, which are Korean, German, Afrikaans, Portuguese, and Greek. However, she does know some Dutch as a result of her deceased husband.

She originally wanted to be a marine biologist due to her fascination and love for the ocean and its unique aquatic life. However, she became an astronaut for the Galactic Investigation of Anomalous Phenomena Division (GIAPD) due to reasons she doesn’t want to talk about.

She used to get teased a lot the time she first worked at the GIAPD, but it didn't last very long after she beat up a sexist coworker and reported him to his superiors.

Her grandfather's place was near a cozy beach and that's why she's learned to like it as she grows up.

She likes cappuccino, sea foam, the sounds of the ocean, marine biology, her grandfather’s bike, the spectacular sights of space, her husband and the memories they made together, birds in general, rare dog breeds, and the outdoors.

She likes to listen to the sounds of ocean waves she saved on her phone when she’s having trouble sleeping.

She dislikes the taste of cooked almonds, the uncomfortable vastness of outer space, black holes, social isolation, death, funerals, having an upset stomach after eating spicy foods or drinking booze, dangerous machinery, sexual harassment, and wasting food.

Her hobbies consist of mountain biking, playing badminton, metal detecting, doing word scrambles, reading short stories, trying out magic tricks, and collecting bird-themed items and seashells.

Her favourite planets inside the Solar System is Saturn and Neptune

Her favourite animals are the barn owl, mountain hare, Araneus diadematus, horse, and goldcrest.

When she was a kid, she used to like going to an aquarium due to her love of jellyfishes, sea anemones, starfishes, and other small fishes.

Her favourite flowers are the ragged robin, bog rosemary, wood anemone, and cuckoo flower.

Her favourite comfort foods are colcannon, Gur cake, jambon, and garlic cheese chips.

Due to her tritanopia colour blindness, it’s difficult to identify certain hues. From what she can see, her favourite colours are lapis lazuli and rose vale.

Her biggest pet peeves are obnoxiously loud yawning, leaving drawers and cabinets open, not screwing lids on bottles and containers all the way, people who comment on what she’s eating, heating up smelly food in a work kitchen, being condoned to a gender-based stereotype, and microaggression.

At one point in Ephoszumina’s life during her high school years, she used to be quite a nerd because she read books a lot and focused on her studies more than her other classmates. She also got those thick glasses as well, which many people made fun of. However, when she grew up, she preferred to put contact lenses on instead because she thought those glasses looked ridiculous on her.

Sometimes when she sits down it hurts her because of the injury around her butt, so she tries to avoid sitting down as much as possible.

Her prosthetic arm occasionally doesn’t function properly, so she gets it checked out every Sunday.

She paces a lot when thinking

She has a tendency to talk to herself

She knows a myriad of useless trivia

Ephoszumina secretly loves watching “bad” movies

Ephoszumina sleeps with her old baby blanket

She’s a contortionist

She can’t drive well

She usually taps her fingernails on hard surfaces

Ephoszumina’s guilty pleasure is following conspiracy theories that are considered to be blatantly false and out-of-this-world.