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The Maze Runner Valentine’s Week (hosted by @tmrvday2018) ↳ Day 6: AUs and Headcanons → Thomas x Newt  → Newtmas

The night sky was glittering above you but the edges of you vision were blocked by the maze walls. Each time the hammock rocked the stone walls entered your peripheral vision marring the beauty of the stars. The slight breeze that was swinging you stopped and the stillness felt eerie and your ears strained for any sounds to penetrate the growing silence.

A shift of your head and a glance at the other sleeping gladers told you that no one else seemed to be bothered by this unearthly quiet. Turning you face upwards again you sat up and got out of the lightly woven hammock removing the thin, but warm blanket from your body.

Your bare feet hitting the cool ground sent shivers racing down your spine and shooting goosebumps along your arms. You started to tip toe towards towards the distant embers that had been that nights bonfire but quickly stepped back again to grab your blanket, the air was just at that uncomfortable temperature.

Approaching the fire your ears started to pick up the occasional crackle and pop. The noise somehow comforted you. It was familiar. Safe. You selected your favourite log and sat down wrapping yourself in the cloth, staring into the dying fire. The night had been loud and bright. The boys had partied long into the night, drinking mugs upon mugs of light alcohol, the amount had far from paled in comparison of how much of Frypan’s broth had been consumed.

Absentmindedly your fingers searched the nearby ground to find a twig or two before tossing them gently into the warmth. Your eyes lit up as the twigs caught and burned brightly for a few seconds before crumpling into ashes. Spurred by the light you stood and tossed a larger plank onto the fire to help the fire stay alive.

After sitting back down again you rolled sideways to lie on your side facing the fire, flickering shadows danced and the heat was pleasant. Your eyelids did what anyone else’s would have done, they started to droop, before finally closing. You lay there. Surrounded in your brown blanket listening to the fire chuckle away slowly eating the wood.

Before long you heard foot steps, so you cracked an eye open and watched as Newt and Minho rounded the log pile on the other side of fire and slumped down to the ground, both leaning against a tree trunk.

“Eighteen days Minho, eighteen days.” Newt let his head role back so his face was lit by the stars and his chin and neck ghosted by the light of the flames. Minho shuffled one leg out to be straight in front of him before replying,

“Are we still talking about how long it’s been since we got a decent meal out of the kitchens,” he grinned sliding his eyes towards Newt. “ or something else?” It was then you realised that they hadn’t noticed that you were laying on the other side of the flames listening to them but you were a curious person so you stayed still and listened.

“No, I mean her. Since she came up in the box. I don’t know what to do with her.” He brought his head back down to watch the flames, running his fingers through his silky blonde waves. “She seems to be good at everything. Except for cutting down trees. I just don’t know where to put her.”

“She has the speed and smarts for a runner and we need more runners. Why don’t you put her there? She can run with me until she’s learnt enough to go out there on her own.”

“But she makes amazing food, I don’t know if I can pass that up,” Newt and Minho chuckled, “seriously though, being a runner is dangerous. It’s hard and she could get hurt. I’m not sure if I could watch the happen to her. What if she didn’t make it back before the doors closed.” Newt looked at Minho and away again before sighing and muttering, “I think I’m getting fond of the lass, shuck me.”

“Not wanting someone to die in the maze doesn’t mean that you like them you know.” Minho picked up a stick lying next to him and pocked the embers, creating a trail of little star-like ashes floating into the sky. Newt hunched his shoulders and said,

“No, I think I like her more then that, more then what I feel for all you shuck faces, like I think I could really really like her.” Before straightening up again and grabbing the stick from Minho and roughly thrusting it into the fire. The explosion of sparks was sudden and unexpected and would have disguised your gasp if a couple of the floating ashes had not landed on your blanket and started blossoming into a full flame.

You yelped and tossed your blanket away from you and all three of us watched as it began to glow and burn. Newts wide eyes turned to you. And he said something. “What,” you said distractedly still staring in awe and disbelief at your rug.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.” You smirked stepping closer to him. Newt gulped, his throat bobbing as he look down at you.

“Any chance you could erase that from your mind?”

“Nope!” You said popping the ‘P’ before turning on your heel and heading to the storage shack to get a new blanket.

Comment and message me. Let me know if you guys think this is okay and what your thoughts are. Tell me if you want a part two or if I should just stick to being an artist haha.

Open to corrections as well.

OOOOHH OHHHHH OOOOOO OH OH okay okay

trans rhaenyra au, you've already seen my bulleted list about it, so you know most of my ideas already, but for context for anyone else reading this: tldr is rhaenyra transitions in order to be accepted as heir and bc she is actually nb and happy to present as a guy, daemon is their donor so their kids still look like them combined, but 1) convincing people she's a cis man is equivalent to the difficulty of the bastard boys in canon (but with equivalent support from viserys!) and 2) they keep having girls. (using she/her for rhaenyra for clarity in this post but i think in the au it’ll actually be he/him)

ANYWAY.

trans helaena is making me crazy because like. okay. so i've thought a lot about them having all cis girls before because i think it would cause problems and i love to cause problems.

so, before i got this ask, @littlewitchbee brought up that bc i had helaena as the eldest that puts her in the position that rhaenyra was in to begin with/the position she's in canon and frankly, it would suck! i don't want that for her and i think neither do her parents!

whether or not she's trans, i think it's very important to rhaenyra that as someone who got to diy her heir experience she wants her kids to have that freedom too. so if a cis helaena really really doesn't want it, she wouldn't advocate for it, she'd name her second daughter who hopefully DOES want it (@summerwoodsmoke suggested visenya !!!) and i love that idea also

now. if she IS trans. rhaenyra transitioned in order to become a more acceptable heir. if her daughter wants to transition, and get out of it, she's going to let her. and she's still gonna (hopefully! i guess at this point visenya's personality is essentially oc so i can decide lol, but) have a second child to name anyway. but.

otto hightower did not have any issue with his daughter marrying the prince. he did not LIKE that daemon was their sperm donor but he did like that it got hightower blood in the line of succession, and he supported them the whole time. if his only chance at putting a hightower boy on the throne was thwarted for reasons of she is not actually a boy i think he would be very upset.

the thing is. alicent in this world has a partner who supports her. in this world, she has someone who stands up for her, for their children, and that means in this world she gets to tell otto to fuck off. i imagine her saying something like, "your only concern is for the ascension of your grandson, you've entirely failed to consider how badly you're hurting my daughter."

anyway yeah i think rhaenyra would be a GREAT dad. i think she's a fantastic mom in canon and i think that coparenting would be great for them and help alicent break the cycle in general <3

also i think rhaenyra should have a sword.

Happy Mishapocalypse 10-Year Anniversary!

Here are synopses of the award-winning Misha Runner films:

In The Misha Runner, Misha (Misha Collins), an adult man, arrives in a glade at the center of a giant maze. Like the other Mishas dumped there before him, he has no memory of his previous life. Misha quickly becomes part of the group and soon after demonstrates a unique perspective that scores him a promotion to Misha Runner status -- those who patrol the always-changing maze to find an escape route. Together with Misha (Misha Collins), another Misha, Misha tries to convince the other Mishas that he knows a way out.

In The Misha Trials, transported to a remote fortified outpost, Misha and his fellow Mishas find themselves in trouble after uncovering a diabolical plot from the mysterious and powerful organization MISHA. With help from a new Misha, the Mishas stage a daring escape into the Misha Scorch, a desolate landscape filled with dangerous obstacles and crawling with the virus-infected Mishas. The Mishas’ only hope may be to find the Right Misha, a group of resistance fighters who can help them battle MISHA.