#tdc spoilers

[alwaysbored005]

Very random thought but like, that Milone-Sandrine lore is really more complicated than a soap opera plot line

Like can you imagine trying to explain that your uncle is also your half-brother's dad *and* almost step-dad *and* almost brother-in-law

Bonus for the honorary Milone/Sandrine's also being married (and for one of them's bio sis having messed around with a Sandrine too)

#three dark crowns #three dark crowns spoilers #tdc #tdc spoilers #idk what this post is but i like to yap so

[thedivinecalamity]

MAJOR ACE ATTORNEY 5 SPOILERS IN THIS POST JUST FYI

Man I have so many Ace Attorney Dual Destinies thoughts and the game is so muddled to me cause it introduces 3 of my fave ace attorney characters (Athena, Bobby, and Simon) and then absolutely proceeds to dunk on two of them.

I have sooo many thoughts about the phantom and how it was handled, I've seen a lot of really good analyses but there's one angle I don't think I've seen explored too much and I kinda just wanted to ramble about.

I totally understand where people are coming from when they say Bobby shouldn't have been impersonated and just the phantom (even tho I disagree I'm sorry you just cannot introduce a himbo to me and expect me to not like them) but there's another angle that I think could be explored that plays into the games themes that's just comically never even thought about by the game.

Throughout all of the games there's a running theme on how the justice system fails everyone. In DD, it failed Athena for having her mother's murder never properly solved for seven years, It failed Simon by getting him falsely convicted and nearly executed, and in a way I think it failed Bobby too? (hear me out hear me out)

Like, the guy is just treated as so disposable by the narrative. Surprise! The guy has been dead for a year and this clown is impersonating him! Like yeah he was disfigured/mutilated to the point where no one could tell who he was, but oh hey let's check his fingerprints, now seems like a good time :) Are we gonna ask the phantom if he murdered Bobby/was involved in any way? Nah. We got other detectives it's no biggie. Are we not gonna question the system that allowed a guy to impersonate an officer for a year? Nah. Does anyone care that this guy they thought they knew was murdered and heavily implied to be mutilated? Nah. (Also in a more overt way if the phantom was caught seven years ago Bobby would probably still be alive cause of the heavy implications that the phantom was the one who murdered him).

(Also this is more into headcanon territory and a whole other huge can of worms probably needed for another post but the fact that the phantom is literally just some guy™ hired by some organization that is very much still active after AA5 and could have potentially hired more guys™ to do their bidding and potentially kill and impersonate more people out there like?? hello??? I am going to go fucking insane what do you mean we're not gonna acknowledge that the organization is still active and potentially this shit could happen again to other people?)

Anyways even if you don't like Bobby I just think there's an interesting narrative to explore on how the justice system even treats its own workers, like one other example I can think of is how it's treated like a joke that Gumshoe can barely afford instant ramen despite being the reason a lot of the cases were able to be solved in the original trilogy. (Also I just want to clarify I am not a cop apologist irl, I just think you have to suspend some of that when playing the games cause lawyers can be just as scummy)

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #aa5 spoilers #dual destinies spoilers #tdc rambles #might start posting more ace attorney on this blog just fyi I have been fixating on these games for a while

[ardenetoile]

Awake reunion

#greywaren spoilers #greywaren #pynch #Ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc spoilers #trc #tdt #tdc #illustration #art

[etoilegarden]

Screaming. wailing. incandescent with unintelligible emotion about greywaren

#greywaren #not spoilers just screams #trc #tdc

[bishopfish]

Was digging thru my scanner app and found some old art for a comic project of mine. It’s shelved for now but not totally defunct, I’ll probably pick it back up when I can see snow again

#the Damascus cycle #fishart #it’s heavily inspired by hellier the mothman prophecies by John keel and communion by Whitley streiber #and lovecraft #and Catholicism of course but you can’t tell because there’s no pictures of the fucking main character #also one of these pictures is technically a giant spoiler oops #I’ll probably pick it back up when I’m back in ct but we’ll see #art #tdc

[ftmbruce]

bruce wayne gay as hell i would've gone crazy

#i havent read the issue yet so this spoiler is making me wanna throw up #tuesday spoilers #if you dont get your gay ass off the ground KSJDJDKDKD #tdc #bruceposting

[slut4fictionalmen33]

Don’t Lie To Me (newt)

Summary: i can’t rly fill this out without it spoiling the story

Warnings: angst, language, gun, tdc spoilers. tdc plot

Word Count: 1.2k

You, Newt, Thomas, Gally, Fry, Jorge, and Brenda were in a beaten down building. Home of Gally, Lawrence and the rest of the right arm trying to figure out another way into WCKD.

“Same dick who betrayed us?” Brenda blurted.

“I like her.” Gally finished. Newt huffed before standing up straight and speaking.

“What’re you afraid your little girlfriends gonna get hurt? Hmm?” There was a pregnant pause and awkward silence before he spoke up again. “This has obviously never been about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

“What are you talking about?” Thomas questioned, obviously confused at the sudden outburst.

“Teresa!” His volume increased. “She's the only reason Minhos even went missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and what? You don’t want to because of… her?” You had never seen Newt like this. So demanding and aggressive. It was sort of intimidating. “Because deep down inside you still care about her. Just admit it.” He pressured backing Thomas all the way against the nearest wall.

“No I-…”

“Don’t lie to me!” Newt yelled, earning a gasp from both you and Brenda. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me!” He repeated.

You could see it on his face, the guilt and regret. You could tell something was wrong. But as he ran out all you could do was watch as Thomas followed.

After a couple of minutes when you gathered enough courage to go talk to him you walked into the cool air revealing a hunched over Newt sitting on the edge of the roof.

“Newt, are you okay?” You asked walking over and sitting down. “I’ve never seen you so upset.”

“Y/n i’ve been hiding something.” He gestures at his arm. “Don’t think I can hide this anymore.” He says pulling up his sleeve to reveal black and blue veins stretched from his wrist to his elbow. You gasped and covered your mouth. You were shocked to say the least. How could your boyfriend hide something so crucial? “I was going to tell you. Not like this. I’m sorry.”

“Newt. I-I it’s okay i’m just not sure what to say. It’s a lot to take in.” You sighed, staring at his forearm.

“Y/n i’m sorry I yelled back there. I didn’t mean to scare you. I love you.” A simple tear trickled down your face as you predicted your boyfriend’s inevitable future.

“I love you too. I will make sure we get through this. You deserve to live Newt.”

“Thank you Y/n.”

~

Newt was panting trying to catch his breath as you had stopped to rest.

“We’ve got to get the serum. Minho you’re the fastest go!” Thomas ordered.

“I’ll go with him for protection.” Gally said, chasing after Minho.

“Newt stay with me baby. I need you. You’re okay I promise. Stay with me. I love you.” You pleaded keeping Newt's head upright so he could look at you.

His head dropped without your support, eyes bloodshot black liquid running down his chin.

“We have to go Y/n!”

“Y/n.” Newt groaned. “I need you to take this.” He said, grabbing on the bullet around his neck.

“Newt not right no-…”

“Just take it!” He yelled. “Just take it.” He said quietly, almost ashamed of his actions. “In case I don’t make it.” He assured.

“Newt I promise you’re going to make it. I just need you to help as much as possible.” He nodded as he placed the necklace in your hand.

Shoving the necklace into your pocket you and Thomas decided it was time to keep moving so you gathered Newt under his arms and carried him as far as we could until he became dead weight.

“Newt, come on.” You sobbed. “Please.” You collapsed with him.

“Y/n.” Thomas kneeled with you a comforting touch on your back. “All we can do now is wait okay? I promise he will be okay.”

“Yeah like you promised Chuck?” You snapped. “Or Winston? How about Alby?”

“Y/n you know you can’t blame me for this. I didn’t do this. It was WCKD.”

“Thomas.” Speak of the devil. Somehow Teresa was speaking on the overhead speakers telling us some bullshit story again. “You are the cure. Your blood kills the virus. Come back to me.”

“Don’t you dare Thomas.”

“We have to save Newt!” He yelled as he ran back to the lab. Just as he was running off you were greeted by a not so happy guest, Newt.

“Newt?” You questioned inching closer. “Newt is that you?” Before you could get any closer Newt turned around and lunged at you. “Newt what the hell! Newt get off me!” You sobbed.

Newt shrieked eyes, fully blackened hair sticking up in different places trying to kill you.

“Newt please.” You kept pushing. “Please stop.” And suddenly as if the real Newt could hear you his eyes cleared and he stopped holding you down. You took this chance to flip the two of you over and pin him down in case of another episode.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No Newt you just held me down. It's okay. I love you.”

“I love you to-…” He was cut off by a shriek.

Newt started thrashing under you almost as you were minutes before.

“Newt, please just calm down.” You pleaded. “Minho!” You yelled hoping he heard you.

“Kill me!” Newt yelled from under you.

“W-what?”

“Kill me!” He repeated flipping the two of you over once again. “Before I turn into one of them.”

“Newt I-��” But before you could finish he pulled your gun out of the gun holster on your leg and cocked it aiming for his head. “No!” You yelled before knocking the gun out of his hand.

Newt was not happy. He charged at you and tackled you hard.

“Newt please.” You pleaded. Just as Minho and Gally arrived and punctured Newts back with the serum.

“Thank you.”

“Where is Thomas?” Gally asked as Minho tended to Newt.

“I-I don’t know. Teresa said come to the lab. I-I need help.” You said as you felt the back of your head luckily there wasn’t much blood, just a pounding headache and memory loss.

“Y/n I need you to stay with us for Newt.” Gally say you up. “Y/n?” He questioned but you were already unconscious.

Gally carried you all the way to the burg Minho doing the same with Newt.

~

You woke up to a blinding light. The sun. Your head was pounding and your body was sore.

You looked over to see Newt opposite of you “Newt!” You exclaimed running over to him ignoring the soreness. “You’re alive!”

“What the hell? Where are we?” He asked, hugging you back.

“The Safe Haven. I love you so much!” You hugged him tighter.

“Y/n I can’t breathe baby.”

“Sorry.” You pulled away. “I-I just thought you wouldn’t make it. I thought I wouldn’t make it.”

“I love you Y/n. I will never leave you.”

You crawled in his bed and snuggled into his side. “I love you too Newt.”

#tmr newt #the maze runner #newt x reader #newt tmr #newt oneshot #newt imagine #the death cure #thomas brodie sangster

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hiii I wanna make a request :)

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOKS AHEAD

So it takes place in the Berg where the Gladers were "stuck" in "The Death Cure". It was right after the last meeting with Newt on the Crank Palace and after that Minho wasn't okay at all. Female reader was also not good but Minho knew Newt a lot more so reader comforts Minho who is kinda off and doesn't speak to anyone and wants to let it all out but wants to be strong etc. If it's possible to end with a little spice I would very much like that :). Thank youuuu

Ooo a book request, huh? It's been a while since I've actually read TDC but I'm pretty sure I can remember what you're on about. I've also briefly skim-read a couple of necessary chapters to prepare myself which is why this took a little longer.

AFTER THE CALM

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. All book content. Slightly implied morally grey reader.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some depressing themes and no Newt, spice, my incredibly vague knowledge of the book 'cause I read it like 8 years ago. I remember nothing about the layout of the Berg in the books apart from what I vaguely read for this piece. I'm making this shit up. Also references to Brenda and Thomas getting tied up at that party during TST.

You don't even want to think about it. None of you did. Thomas had said that Newt was acting weird, and you all knew why.

Newt isn't immune. He never has been. He was sent into the Maze as a control variable, and he'd decided to spend the remainder of his sanity in the Crank Palace.

He's gone. Someone you've been with on this insane journey and spent some incredibly important moments with- and you're probably never going to see him again

Brenda and Jorge had settled in the cockpit of the Berg whilst you'd left Thomas and Minho to talk in private. They'd both know Newt a lot longer than you- Minho longest of all.

You're not really part of either party. You're a stranger that they found during their travels through the Scorch. To everyone's surprise, you revealed you were immune when you showed some old teeth-marks from a Crank; making you one of the few Munies that WICKED didn't manage to gather up.

You were a thief and a con artist, smuggling goods and providing drugs that you stole into infected places. It was a dangerous job, but one you did willingly. So, imagine your shock when you find two hung-over teenagers tied up in a room with one of your regular buyers.

After sitting in for Thomas' explanation and hearing all the shit to do with WICKED, you lend them a helping hand and have been a regular member of the group ever since.

It was almost fun at first. The whole group looked up to you and thought you were some badass powerhouse.

But now it all feels very real. You sit on the floor, the faint hum of the Berg sending vibrations through your skull as you rest your head against the wall. You often hid in a corner, somewhere, choosing to not be a part of the rage-filled political debates that take place. You're a sort of middle ground between the ex-WICKED personnel and the torture victims. It's a weird dynamic, to be sure.

You watch from the safety of your spot as Brenda speaks to the boys, saying something that clearly triggers Minho as he storms off, slamming the door to one of the sleeping quarters. You cringe as the action shakes the whole ship.

"Sorry," you tune into the conversation, hearing Brenda's anxious words.

"It's okay," Thomas shrugs, "He was with Newt for two years before I showed up in the Maze. It'll take him some time."

You'd always known Newt and Minho were close- easily the closest out of the group. You're not exactly a genius, but you don't last as long as you have, doing what you do, if you can't read people.

You consider Minho your friend. You don't consider many people your friend, and you still have your suspicions about Brenda and Jorge, and you're on edge every time Thomas's face drops whenever Teresa is mentioned. You're not a trusting person, but you do enjoy Minho's company.

He's witty and sarcastic, easily matching your dry humour. There's been many of times you've exchanged smirks and knowing glances during some, actually, quite serious conversations. You have similar opinions, and despite your tendency to play devil's advocate, you do appreciate having a more forward guy on your side.

Minho wears his heart on his sleeve and is more than willing to kick the shit out of someone to protect what he loves.

Not to mention, you'd be lying if you didn't find the boy attractive. It's not like there are many people out in the world that you deal with that won't eventually rip your face off with their bare teeth. So, Minho is basically a God in comparison to your last couple of flings before they started frothing at the mouth.

Brenda says something about making some food, earning some agreeing mutters from Jorge as she leaves Thomas alone, probably to process the day's events himself.

I'm a Crank!

Newt's words ring in your head. Apart from your parents, you've never been close with anyone that's gotten infected- always moving from one gig to the next and never really getting attached. So, when Newt started showing symptoms, things cracked pretty fast.

The way he was waving that Launcher at you all, wildness forming in his eyes and the screaming at you to leave. Thomas, unfortunately, was right to force you all to leave. It was becoming dangerous.

Minho didn't fight. He barely even argued. Thomas dragged him and Brenda away, grabbing whoever was closest to him. You stayed behind Jorge, preparing to be at the back of the group since you're probably the one with the most experience regarding Cranks.

You weren't prepared for Newt to speak.

"(Y/N)," you froze, glancing back over your shoulder to meet the wild eyes of the once level-headed blond boy.

"What is it, Newt?" Your voice was barely a whisper as you turned to face him. Your lack of presence wouldn't go unnoticed by the rest of the group, but you didn't know why he'd chosen to speak to you. "I thought you wanted us to leave?"

"I did- I do," your eyes never left the gun that he held in his hands, his finger never fully leaving the trigger. "Look after him, please."

"Thomas can take care of himself," you'd assumed he was talking about Thomas, after all, he'd dramatically given Thomas a note, and they all seemed to look out for the reckless boy.

"No, not Tommy," Newt almost scoffed, a moment of clarity taking over. "Minho." You furrowed your brow, "He needs someone to look after him, and I ain't gonna be there to do that anymore."

"Newt, c'mon-"

"Stay. Please, stay with them. This isn't just another job you're doing for fun anymore- this is their lives. It's Minho's life. Look after him. For me, please, take care of him. Please."

Newt had seen right through you. You never really intended on staying. Sure, you'd thought about it, especially when the boys spoke about the perfect lives they'd had when this was all over. But you never planned to be a part of that. Not really.

You'd never known anything other than the adrenaline-filled smuggling life that you had, and some part of you wasn't ready to find out who you are when you're not risking your life. You just wanted to help these guys, because people like them deserving helping. Because they deserve to be happy.

But you?

You don't know about that. Surviving after the Solar Flares requires thick skin and a strong stomach. And you have to be willing to do so inhumane things. All of which you have.

So, the plan was to keep moving, even if there is a Safe Heaven. Do you really deserve to be there?

But now, you're not so sure. For all you knew, Newt's dying wish was for you to protect and stay with his friend. And who were you to ignore a dead man's wishes?

The thoughts churn over in your skull until you finally bring yourself to stand up again. You can't leave Minho alone now. If you did, then you'd be ignoring Newt, not even a couple of hours after your last interaction.

Time feels weird, but you know he's not come out of the room in about half an hour.

You pull yourself in front of the room where Minho's hiding, knuckles rhythmically tapping against the door.

"Shuck off," his voice is wavering and scratchy, like he's trying not to cry. "I've had enough klunk for today, and I don't wanna talk anymore, alright, slinthead?"

"Wow, now I'm sure that might work on Thomas here, but you know me better than that." You force a playful tone into your voice. You'd never been good with serious conversations- if a job got too tense, you'd normally just dip and run. But that's not exactly going to work here.

And, for the first time ever, you don't really want to.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you hear movement, and Minho pulls the door open. You send him a sympathetic smile, and he pushes his lips into a thin line, sighing.

"Hi," he scoffs slightly a this as you try to push a more joyful pitch.

"Hey," he responds, though his voice is heavy. His eyes flicker over to behind you, where Thomas is sat on the sofa in the common area. You follow his gaze, and Thomas immediately looks away, doing a terrible job of hiding his eavesdropping. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you? Obviously." You rock on your heels, hands in your pockets as you look up at the taller boy. Minho doesn't respond, he just kind of looks at you. "C'mon, man, I'm just tryna help."

He gives in, sighing.

Minho nods in the direction of the room, stepping aside and letting you walk in. It wasn't exactly unusual for the pair of you to sit together or talk away from the rest of the group. But that didn't stop Brenda, Thomas, and Jorge from nudging each other and snickering whenever it happened. Even Newt used to join on occasionally.

Minho shuts the door behind him, wordlessly slippingly past you and flopping backwards onto one of the beds in the room he's sharing with Thomas. His hands cover his face, so you can't read his expression.

"You okay?" You know it's a dumb question, but you're not sure how else to approach.

"What do you think?" You sit next to his legs, which are still hanging off of the bed.

"Yeah, that's fair." He scoffs again, and he goes quiet. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Minho," you try to get his attention, but he doesn't even move. "You can talk to me, man." Again, nothing. You nudge his leg and he moves his hands away from his face. "Come on. You're just gonna feel even more shit if you keep it to yourself."

"I ain't no sissy." You almost laugh at this. Sometimes, you forget that being stuck with a bunch of boys for two years probably wasn't great for anyone's perception of masculinity.

"I never said you were, dumbass- you're a person. People feel things. That doesn't make you a pussy- or a sissy, or whatever weird fuckin' word you Glader freaks use. It just makes you human," you pause as he watches you, some form of relief washing over him, "and there ain't nothin' wrong with that."

"I just..." Minho trails off, his voice catching in his throat as he sits up. "I can't believe he's gone." He leans forward, hunched over as he looks at the floor, arms resting on his spread legs. "We went through all that just for him to tell us to leave."

"I know, but he's probably doing what he thinks is best," Minho looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

He doesn't agree with you. Of course, he doesn't. You guys have completely different life experiences. But he appreciates it. He appreciates you. You're a guide through the world as it is, and despite Brenda and Jorge's help, you have connections and street smarts like no other.

Not to mention you're hot. Like, Minho spends his nights fantasising about you kind of hot. Not just your appearance, but your take-no-shit attitude. You're not scared to fight with him, and for some reason, he's into that.

"He's my best friend, dude- I've known him for literally as long as I can remember! And he thinks he can just leave some klunky note and vanish to hang out with those psychos? And when we go to get him, he threatens to shoot us? And, obviously, I don't mean klunk to him 'cause all he cares about is good ol' 'Tommy'."

You know it cuts deep from how Minho is mocking the cherished nickname.

"After everything we went through- and he just- we- shit." His voice breaks as his face drops to his hands.

"Hey," your voice is soft and low as Minho sniffs, the events of the day, and his entire life, finally catching up to him. "Hey, it's okay." You shuffle closer, lightly placing your hand against the small of his back and rubbing delicate circles. You rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him as he pulls his hand away.

You look at each other for a second.

He sighs, "Shuck it." Throwing his arms around you, he knocks you back slightly. It only takes a second for you to recover as you accept the hug, allowing him to find comfort in your warmth as you let him cry into the crook of your neck.

You play with his hair, mumbling sweet nothings to him as he calms himself down. You press your lips to his forehead, giving him another source of affection in an attempt to make him feel better the best you can.

He pulls away. His tear-stained cheeks and messy hair are something that you'd never expected to see. "God, this is shuckin' embarrassing."

"Hey," you wipe away some of the liquid from his cheeks with your sleeve, "no it's not, okay? This is some heavy shit, dude, I ain't judging you. Here." You run your fingers through his hair, trying to fix the state of his appearance.

You're too busy trying to fix him to notice how he's looking at you. His eyes have fallen on your lips, admiring your features like he's never even laid his eyes on another woman. You're so close, and he's so used to your lethal nature, and you're now being so nice to him and he doesn't know how to react.

He doesn't care anymore. He's lost another thing he cares about and he just wants to feel okay.

"Minho, are you-?" You don't get to finish because his lips are on yours. Your entire body freezes, eyes wide as you sit there in some form of shock.

Minho pulls away as you attempt to process what just happened. "Shuck, sorry," he mumbles upon seeing your almost blank reactions. "I just- it's just... today has been a lot. A-and you're- I don't know, really. I think I like you, but I've never liked anyone like that before so, I don't- shit. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore." He drops his head again, returning to his original position.

A small smile has crept onto your face, but you're not about to make things worse by taking advantage of Minho's vulnerable state.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you too."

His head perks up, "You do?"

"Yeah, but, I think you've also had a pretty shitty day and I don't want to do anything you're going to regret. I don't want you just acting like this because you want another way to cope."

Minho blinks at you. He doesn't know why he's shocked at this level of common sense, because it's one of the reasons he likes you.

"I've literally been crushing on you ever since you showed up with Thomas and Brenda," his tone is blunt and almost hollow as he's finally getting another thing off of his chest. "I fall asleep thinking about a life with you, and I get where you're coming from, but I want you."

Your chest feels tight, and you shift uncomfortably, trying to control yourself and the heat forming in you. He notices this.

"You want me?" You subconsciously lean forward, almost like two magnets pulling together.

"Yeah, I want you now, the same way I've always wanted you." His words make you feel some type of way. It's not like you've never been with anyone, but you've never had feelings for them. Not really.

Not like this.

"I just want to feel okay, and you help me."

Despite what you just said, you push your lips against his again. He lets out a nervous breath, and goosebumps cover his skin. He lets you take the lead, allowing you to show him how to move his lips. You have a lot more experience than he does, so he's not going to challenge that.

You pull yourself onto his lap, making him hum into your mouth, his hands immediately coming to your waist. Your tongue brushes against his bottom lip and he releases a groan as you take it between your teeth, lightly pulling on it.

You push him back, reconnecting your mouths as his thumbs rub your skin under your shirt. He dares to be bold, slipping them further under as his hands glide against your back. When you buck your hips against him, he digs his nails in.

You hiss, the sting being surprisingly pleasurable, which just eggs Minho on more. He thrusts up, getting more riled up and needing more friction to calm the hungar building up in him.

You move from his lips to his jaw, causing his eyes to flutter shut whilst you move further down, letting your tongue brush against the sensitive skin of his throat. You're almost experimenting; seeing what kind of responses you can get out of him. You move to his ear instead, dragging it up the side before pulling on his lobe with your teeth. You can help but smirk as the action makes the normally unwavering Runner shiver and grab at the flesh on your hips, his hands returning with a sudden jump.

You slow your grind, quickly gaining a rhythm and providing you both with a relief, even with all of your clothes still intact.

"Ah, fuck," your hand flies to Minho's mouth, flashing him a warning look. The Berg might be loud, but the walls are thin, and the soft hum won't drown out anything if he's that loud. "Sorry," he mumbles, leaning up to kiss you again.

You pull away pretty quickly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, and he takes the hint. Struggling and half sitting up, he pulls the shirt over his head. It's enough to make you try to squeeze your legs together as you gingerly run your fingers down his abs. His breathing hitches as your hand travels lower, one arm flopping over his face, using his forearm to try and hide.

You fiddle with his belt, watching his chest rise and fall, the clicking of the metal coming undone is like music to his ears.

"Hey, is everything okay? I thought I heard-"

Thomas stands blankly in the doorway. Everyone in the room freezes. Thomas stares at the scene in front of him, trying to process what exactly is going on.

You're straddling a shirtless Minho, who is very visibly aching for more. Thomas immediately starts to change colour to a deep shade of red.

"Dude!" Minho snaps, "Don't you know how to shuckin' knock?"

You snort, climbing off of Minho's lap, clearly not nearly as embarrassed as your partner. He raises slightly, leaning back on his arms for support as he shoots daggers at his friend.

"Sorry- I didn't realise that- I just heard something-" Thomas seems somehow even more flustered and freaked out than Minho. "Brenda's made us sandwiches." He sighs, and you laugh, your legs hanging off of the bed.

"Bro, get out!" Minho snaps and Thomas seems to return to reality.

"Sorry! Sorry!" The door slams behind him and you burst out laughing.

"You guys are something else," you shake your head, and smile at Minho, who simply scoffs. "You feeling any better?" The atmosphere changes, becoming more serious once again.

"Honestly, not really," you push your lips together as Minho pulls his shirt back on, sitting up properly, "but I know that I'm going to be- some day, 'cause you're gonna stick around, right?"

You pause. Even if Newt didn't say anything, how could you possibly even consider leaving Minho? Maybe your feelings are stronger than you originally thought.

"Yeah," you lean forward, pecking him on his lips, making him smile, "I'm not going anywhere."

Wooooo, this one was actually pretty fun to write and I enjoyed writing for something outside of the Glade. It makes a nice change and I love these types of more specific requests.

Requests are still open, I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #tmr minho #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #tmr fanfiction #minho tmr x reader #minho maze runner #tmr imagines #tmr

[practicecourts]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

Hi Joy & Becky and Athena, (@joyseuphoria & @harryissuchalittleshit)

thanks for tagging me! this list is for me (so these are my fave fics that I wrote, had the most fun with writing?;-) 1) Revelation. (Hogwarts 7th year, Jily) Part of the fun of fandom for me has been meeting lovely amazing new people all over the world who enjoy, reading,writing or both... This fic was written when @oneofthesirens (i hope you're doing okay) and me decided we'd pick 3 microfic words and write something. We decided it had to be bloodless... you can see how well that worked out 😉 2) Big Little Lion Man (Curiosity Killed The Cat But Satisfaction Brought it Back) ( a What IF James Potter's Animagus wasn't a stag - and all the ways he could annoy Snape in this alternative AU) I had so much fun (despite the hard deadline to write this as part of a fic gift exchange) with this... Another fic that is here because of a conversation with people I only know online...

3) Head Over Handlebars For You (Jily Muggle, Meet-ugly, Multi-chap) This story has my enthusiasm, my *how-the-hell-do-you-write-a-story* learning process and I love that a lot of people have been on that road with me ;-), also so much agony, tears even and frustration... but most definitely writing this and talking ideas about it has brought me so so so many smiles... I wanted a few things... Some have already happened (James Potter riding a Cargo Bike into the canal, Sirius & Lily having all kinds of conversations... Harry the Hamster, FAIRY TALE sprinkles... Idk... along the way FLOUR & WATER turned into a thing too, so i hope to end this fic in the next two months with an honourable mention of a Toaster, A WEDDING, a HAPPY EVER AFTER (I'm sure that's not really a spoiler) anyway... this has so many hours of my life.... that I can't not love it... so yes... 4) Sunrise, Sunset Sirius Black POV is so intriguing to me... I am currently trying to write the Sunset part (and am open to ideas... I thought there would be a sunset - wedding chapter ... mostly because our dear Smut Fairy requested a certain dress ripped off -lol) but my brain seems to enjoy thinking about sad things too and maybe a part two Sirius Black POV where he finds Lily the last time... oh Hush, that never happened ;-) 5) TDC - Another Muggle AU, jily & horses (idk) it's just ideas and vibes but I've many of those and I hope to turn this into a coherent thing at some point ... So this one is here because it's my fave thing to think about and experiment with how everyone would fit in here.

I feel like Pippi Longstockings ... “I have never tried that before, so I think I should definitely be able to do that.” You're welcome to keep me accountable for that though ;-)

#answers #long #sorry #dldr these were FUN to write #jily #jily fanfiction

[ivesterrarium]

Pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people:

*this was tagged as thominho and minewt for a reason, I promise lol

Thanks for the tag, @bellzsad! I had a lot of fun doing this :)

I was all over her – Salvia Palth

Void – The Neighbourhood

Evergreen – Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Sarah – Alex G

The Blonde – TV Girl

Encounters – Axl Lee *

Runner – Alex G *

Race – Alex G *

Aromantic Moodboard – Maxwell Anthony

Revolution – The Beatles

I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams – Weezer *

Up The Junction - Squeeze

Mystery of Love – Sufjan Stevens

*Encounters by Axl Lee if for an amazing LOZ animatic, I’ve never been in the Zelda fandom or played any Zelda games, but Shar’s animations are just so great that I can’t not, lol.

*Runner by Alex G is so thominho! Uh... not just because of the word 'runner' lol. Always reminds me of a thominho college setting :)

*Race by Alex G also really reminds me of TDC/TCP minewt, the lyrics 'you're starting to look really weird, oh yeah, your face is out of place and I can't make you out and I forget just what you said, yeah, it's not clear, it was about fear and getting out of here' definitely reminds me of a certain scene in a bowling alley (not saying which for spoilers)

*I somehow just realised Weezer wasn’t spelt like Wheezer? What?

At one point I had to tag 10 people and I struggled with that, so I think I’ll have to pass on 13 and just tag my mutuals who I don’t think have been tagged before, lol.

No pressure tags: @hope92100 @adoresbenho @its-tea-time-darling @tozier-stanley @go-catch-a-chickn

Good luck everyone on that list with the numbers, long names and special characters lmao (if you’re going to attempt at finding songs beginning with -, lol)

#tag game #thominho #minewt

[maze-mind]

So, as a multishipper, these are my favorite ships in TMR, TST, and TDC. (Spoilers for all 3 books)

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The Maze Runner

Newtmas, they interact so well, and the relationship would be nontoxic.

Thominho, fueled by Minho and Thomas being in the Maze. And Minho recommending Thomas as Keeper of the Runners KINRJRHWHDIEKDN <3

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The Scorch Trials

Thominho, this is the book I read for Minho moments. No specific reason, but I do love the paragraph where Thomas says that Minho is one of his favorite people. Warm heart

Trenda, this one is a pretty obvious ship in TST. Thomas probably doesn't like Brenda canonly, but I may read the chapters and dream

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The Death Cure

Thomally, I'm a thomally shipper as much as a thominho one. All I have to say is MAJOR "he loves me, he loves me not" vibes from some parts of the books. Thomas has (mostly) forgiven Gally for killing Chuck, as he was under the control of WCKD. This ship would need an uncanon storyline to help it, but it is a good ship if done properly in this book

Thoresa, okay. This one is mostly platonic. Thomas canonically friendzones her, so I don't ship them romantically, but the friendly vibes are real (RIP Newt and Teresa BTW)

#thomally #trenda #the maze runner #tmr #newtmas #tmr newt #thomas tmr #tmr minho #the death cure #thominho #the scorch trials

[thedivinecalamity]

I’ve been getting back into the Fate series this past year, so I might start posting about it on this blog. I’m replaying the VN and am reading Traum on GO JP but the translation seems to have halted. I definitely also wanna get into other Type Moon works. I plan on playing the fan translated Tsukihime remake (well, whats currently available) when I finish FSN, and hopefully the eng translation of MnY is good when it comes out.

Also, god damn, LB6 was amazing, NA only folks, you’re in for a hell of a time when it comes out. I’m obsessed with Oberon, my beloved blorbo.

#I also will tag spoilers if anyone is concerned #tdc rambles #at some point i'll probably play the og tsukihime vn #but i have such a huge backlog of vns already

[ardenetoile]

Three closed eyed reunions

#greywaren spoilers #greywaren #trc #pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #tdc #tdt #tdt spoilers #art #illustration

[oz-the-sorcerer]

flames of tdc spoilers!!!!!!

okay why isn't anyone talking about how jen and kira's scene with the prophecy wall mirrors PERFECTLY with in the flames?? when kylan and rian stood next to the exact same wall??? then they call for naia and kylan read the words out loud???? hello?????

i've never seen anyone talk about it and it NEEDS to be talked about more

#the dark crystal #the dark crystal age of resistance #flames of the dark crystal #tdc age of resistance #tdc: age of resistance #tdc:aor #kylan #rian #naia #jen #kira

[killervelveteenrabbit]

Spoiler alert: the parents in this story make some decisions that complicate an already dire situation. But you can't think clearly when poverty, substance abuse, the threat of jail, and general desperation are clouding your mind.

Oh, sure, they could just put little Elayna up for adoption. That's a favorite solution of the pro-life crowd; everyone who has a baby and doesn't want it can give it to someone who does. But our foster care system is already overwhelmed with hard-to-place kids like her. And my Tennessee Tumblrinas already know that TDCS is a joke. We've had foster kids sleeping in TDCS office buildings because there's no other place to put them, and living in decrepit foster facilities run by staff who won't or can't take care of large numbers of medically, mentally, and emotionally deprived kids.

Furthermore, I can't stop thinking about how all this is setting up Elayna and her siblings from repeating their parents' narrative. Elayna's not even one year old and she's got a whammy of an ACE score.

#tennessee #abortion #abortion access #social services #child welfare #child wellness #tw domestic violence #tw substance abuse #ACE score

[ahecktonoffandomsinoneblog]

I cried so much over his death though for like two days straight

me tooooo 

why did he have to die????? its called the death cure not the death

#asks #tdc spoilers