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i love doodling thomas bc he always looks so stupid 😭

also newt inspired sketchbook page ⁉️

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oooo?? will posts be coming soon…

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Medieval Thominho AU

Minho, the bastard child of a disguised dragoness and the sole heir of the King. He spends his time tricking dragons into giving him their gold coins and running for his life from the King's army.

Thomas, a traitor and runaway farmboy trying to find the rumored resistance, the Right Arm. He becomes an apothecary, scavenging medicinal books from burned down libraries, to aid the villages that he comes across on his travels, ones too poor to afford real medicine.

They meet on their travels — Minho running away from a patrol of knights, Thomas walking with his back to the castle, sure he'll meet the Right Arm eventually.

Minho shows off his skill of lighting a fire, which he does by waiting for Thomas to look away and then breathing dragonbreath onto the firewood. Thomas, who lost his flint weeks ago and hasn't had a hot meal since, heals the cuts on Minho's face and arms in return.

They decide to sleep together for the night.

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"The tavern stew tasted like steel and blood for six days after the knights left. I picked apples that still had my friends and neighbors' guts on them. I washed their flesh off the potatoes."

Minho leaned against the old stump of a tree, prodding the logs of the bonfire with the tip of his boot. "And that's when you figured it out?"

"That's when I figured it out," Thomas murmured. "That it all had to change."

"I'd advise you to figure out something better," Minho said, brusque and unsympathetic. "Nobody resists the King and survives. There is no Right Arm; there's only rumors made by desperate villagers. You should've stayed in your home. Now you're a wanted man in the entire kingdom."

Thomas grit his teeth and tried not to lash out. "All that talk about hating the King, yet here you are telling me to let him kill me."

"You would've been safer beneath the knights' sword than attempting to kill a throne."

"As if you would know. What did you do, anyway, to make the King so angry?"

"Ask someone else," Minho said, suddenly evasive. He dropped Thomas' gaze and busied himself by needlessly picking dirt off his tunic. "There's enough rumors about me."

Suddenly curious, Thomas pressed, "Even more important to hear the truth, then."

"I was born," Minho said, shortly. Then he rolled over and buried himself in his covers.

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HEHE pls enjoy this months installment of silly things

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*playing scrabbles*

Thomas: I will put my "A" down to make "A"

Newt: I will add to your "A" to make "AT"

Minho: I will add onto your "AT" to make "RAT"

Teresa: I will add onto your "RAT" to make "BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC"

Gally: *flips the board*

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hey queen its out and the small idea kinda turned into a full fic…… HAHAAHAH THANKS FOR THE MOTIVATION THO!! i hope to make it angst packed , js a little curtsey to this fic yk

HOPE YOU ENJOY THE TEASER

┏━ • 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓 • ━┓

pairing; GALLY x READER word count; 1.8k summary; you’re reunited with gally after a tumultuous few weeks of grieving his death. warnings; mentions of death and grief, canonical type violence, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: this is set during ‘death cure’. all the characters are above the age of 18. there will be mentions of death, violence, and the flare. if you’re not in the right headspace to read something heavy, then please take care of yourself.

FOR THE LONGEST TIME, ALL YOU HAD WANTED WAS TO ESCAPE THE GLADE. You spent countless restless nights sitting under the stars and wondering what the world outside was like. There were times when you truly lost hope. There were times when you didn’t think you would make it out alive - that the only time you would ever get a glimpse of what was beyond the grey, harsh walls would be in your dreams. Or even the afterlife.

Now, as you trekked along the depressing streets, you found yourself wishing for that blissful ignorance again. Ben, Chuck, Gally, Winston. Those names were on repeat in your mind almost every night and every morning. They died so that you could live, and that had to count for something.

You remembered vividly what it was like to see a fellow Glader die right in front of you. Sure, Ben was banished; but he had died long before he was sent out into the Maze. He was dead the moment the infection took hold of his body.

Gally was next. His stubborn nature caused his demise, and Chuck’s too. Clenching your eyes, you blinked away the anger and resentment. Gally had been your friend. He was a hard-headed ass, and too overbearing, but he always took care of you when it mattered. Even if he was grumpy about it while doing so.

There was no place for love in the Glade, but if you had to pinpoint the first and last time you felt it, it would be for Gally. The memory of you begging him to come with you haunted your every waking moment. Tears, blood, and sweat covered your face as you dragged his sleeve - crying, almost falling to your knees to convince him. You’ll never forget the way he looked at you, the way he shook you off his arm like you were some pest.

And you couldn’t forget about Winston. His death was still fresh in everyone’s mind. It was hard to forget the echo of the gunshot that had ended his life - even if it was by his own hands.

A harsh slam woke you from your thoughts. Someone had rammed straight into you, trying to pass you. Looking up, you saw them walk past a cargo truck. A tall man was sat on it - gas mask heavy and tight on his face as he seemingly stared straight through you. You shivered before looking away. The streets were too crowded. Thomas held onto your arm tightly as he maneuvered his way around. Honestly, your search was feeling futile.

If you could go back in time, maybe you would’ve never left the Glade. Maybe Gally was right.

“Over there,” said Thomas, pointing to something in the distance.

You squinted, not quite understanding what he was getting at. In truth, you weren’t even sure how he knew what to look for. The Right Arm hadn’t been heard of in years. That’s what everyone had said. You were looking for ghosts.

“Thomas-“ you started, wanting to reason with him. Words caught in your throat as a bullet wheezed straight past you two.

All hell broke loose as swarms of bodies shoved and pulled - trying to escape the danger of being shot. Newt and Brenda had disappeared. Whipping your head around, you yelled for them, not wanting to lose another friend to the chaos that this world offered.

Before you knew it, a strong grip dragged you away, and everything went black as a strange fabric went over your face.

“Let me go!” you yelled, looking at the familiar mask on the soldier’s face. You quickly recognized them as the ones who were riding around town earlier.

The car ride had been brutally long. Your muscles ached, and your eyes were sore from being in the dark for so long. Frantically looking around, you tried to find your friends. Surprisingly so, your arms weren’t tied. The only thing stopping you was the almost painful hold on your upper arm. Whoever these people were, they didn’t seem like they wanted to hurt you - or else you’d most likely be dead by now.

You huffed as you were manhandled into a room. There was something about the soldier - something about them gave you a sense of deja vu. It was the way they held themselves, the way their breaths came in ragged gasps as you stared at their chest. Each moment felt like a distant memory that you had seen before. Furrowing your brows, you decided it was your memory loss messing with you again. It was common for you to think you remembered something from your past, just for it to be a fluke.

You were quickly let go, and you jogged up to Newt, wrapping him in a hug.

“I was worried sick,” he mumbled. “Where are the others?”

You shrugged as your eyes scanned around. Spotting Brenda, you nodded to her. There were significantly less of you than you’d initially had begun with. Had they taken the rest to a different location? Your heart hammered rapidly against your ribcage as you stepped back. You eyed the familiar soldier, noting the way his shoulders squared back as he stood tall.

You shook your head. I don’t know him. It’s all just fake memories. Get over yourself. Get over yourself-

A shout interrupted the awkward and anxious silence. As Jorge began laying down punch after punch on one of the men, Brenda ran up to him to put a stop to it. All your eyes were looking for was Thomas and Fry.

After everything you had all been through, the thought of losing someone else was unbearable. You couldn’t afford another loss like that. Letting out a deep breath, you watched as Frypan and Thomas stepped up, curiously staring down the soldier at the end of the room.

Words were exchanged, but none of them stuck.

His voice. It sounded like…

“What do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?”

The soldier stopped, his arm flexing as he lowered the gun in his hand. He looked away briefly before slowing pulling off his mask. A buzzed head came into view, and you had almost no time to process before his face turned to look at you.

All you could see was blue. The color of his eyes. The same eyes you had looked into as you pleaded and sobbed. The same ones you had watched the light slowly die out of. The eyes you had so long ago fallen in love with.

Both of your gazes locked onto each other’s, and if it weren’t for Newt’s hands steadying you, you genuinely think you could’ve passed out. It was like seeing a ghost.

All you heard was a loud commotion behind you as you turned to sprint out of the room. Another minute in there and you would lose your mind.

Pushing open the door to the balcony, you panted slightly, trying to get your bearings. The cool breeze pinched your cheeks, causing a slight twinge of pain. It was usually warm during the day, but the nights were freezing. In the Glade it had always been warm - never a dull day. Perhaps once every few months you’d get rain, which was always good for the crops, but it was never necessarily cold.

Shivering, you wrapped your arms around you. Weirdly enough you had never been more glad to feel the chill of air run through your bones. It was the only thing reminding you that you were alive.

Alive. Gally was alive.

Burying your face in your palms, you paced around. You spent almost three weeks grieving him. You saw him die - no, correction, you watched and left him to die.

His face tormented you every time you closed your eyes. The tears he cried as he realized he was being left for dead, the scream that had left your body as you were pulled away from the scene. Gally was the first person you had ever truly opened up to. You had been in the Glade for the brunt of 2 years, and over time you’d like to think you had gotten under his tough exterior.

The nights where you both couldn’t sleep. Your head in his shoulder, and his hand intertwined with yours, precariously tip-toeing the line between friendship and something more.

Then, in a split second, it was all gone.

“Hey, firecracker.”

You winced at the nickname. Gally had given it to you on your first week there. He said you would give him a run for his money with the way you snapped and yelled at everyone. Really, it was just because you were scared - especially being the only girl.

You blinked away tears. “Please, don’t.”

Your voice came out more shaky than you had liked. It wasn’t that you weren’t relieved to see him, it’s just that you didn’t exactly end on good terms. Now, seeing him alive and well - and so, unbelievably tall and handsome - it made you question everything.

He whispered your name, and you felt his body heat burn unbearably against your back as he stepped closer.

“Look at me.”

Shaking your head, you clenched your eyes shut, letting a few stray tears fall. “I’m can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The last time you let yourself cry was that exact fateful day. Every single tear in your body had been used up to the point that you weren’t sure you were even capable of crying anymore.

Your back hit something hard, and you soon realized that two familiar arms were holding you to his chest. He breathed in and out, his inhales pressing against your back, indicating and proving that this was real. That he was real.

“How?” You sobbed, leaning into his arm.

Really, you didn’t care how. All that mattered was that he was here. And bit by bit, you would hopefully fix what was broken - regain what was lost.

Shifting around, you collapsed against him, wrapping your arms around his torso and gripping at his shirt desperately. You felt that if you let go, he would disappear. Just as he did the first time - when you let go of his sleeve, and he slipped away from your grasp, like he was never even there.

The only words that you were able to conjure were feeble apologies as you let yourself sob against his shirt. Inhaling his scent again for what felt like a lifetime, you finally felt like things were piecing together. Like you were whole again. Taking a quivering deep breath in, you finally lifted your head to look at him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you.

He cupped your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You must have stayed like that for hours - or maybe it was only a few minutes.

All you knew was that no words had to be spoken for you both to understand. You were never going to leave each other again.

𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠𝟒𝐥 © 2024, all rights reserved.

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my for you just hates seeing me happy

THEY MAKE ME FUCKING INSANE

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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀; 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: most of the lore will be book focused whilst character descriptions will be based on the movie (so spoilers will be evident throughout the fic), violence will be evident in later chapters, major character death in later chapters - i’ll update warnings for later chapters

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

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She came a year after he did, the gladers just establishing a steady routine. Change was her, and he didn’t take it easy.

Y/n and Gally bickering wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to the glade - in fact it was abnormal to not see them arguing over something dumb.

From the moment he had seen her confused face it was there, that hatred he had for her - one that wasn’t just driven by the disruption she had caused but it seemed to run deeper than the either knew.

He took note of those feelings but always kept it to himself, his character too stubborn to speak out or have the rivalry go deeper than meaningless annoyance, frustration and competition. Afraid with what he’d find out.

Though, that doesn’t mean his bubbling suspicion for Y/n didn’t eat him alive. That nagging feeling that made him go crazy every time he saw her - something, a voice? - that told him he knew her, but from where?

It couldn’t have been more the opposite for her. She couldn’t have cared less for him, Y/n had set her mind on survival; that worry being on the top of her list.

The psychological mechanics embedded in our bodies from birth, one called the fight or flight response system had been surging through her the moment she had woken up in a moving chain-mail box.

Dangling thousands of feet above pure darkness.

When the warmth of what felt like she remembered to be sun met her features, he had jumped in and clouded it.

His sharp blue eyes observing her weirdly, grazing her figure like she was some abnormal creature - it didn’t help but make her even more terrified than she was puzzled.

She didn’t hate him, didn’t feel some sort of connection, but with his fixed “unwelcoming-snarky,” attitude towards her, she felt the need to know why it was so.

They were bio-hazards sewn on to themselves - the death of each other and she fell into a trap that was known as Gally.

Love, trust and relationships were a dangerous thing, especially in a place where nothing was certain.

Peace in the Glade had its run. Peace between the two of them had its fun.

Everything had never been as it seemed and it was all about to change a year later.

After-all, uncertainty and certainty were two sides of the same coin.

“Bring bloodshed on them,” - ??

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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀; 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

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“Let the games begin,” - ??

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epitome of me😭😭

also when my brains just fried and im lazy when writing x readers, sometimes i write “y/n was angry,” or something like that in an intense packed scene and come back to it after ripping my hairs out😔

it’s two in the mornign i cant keep diving into different characters booty cracks to understand their brainwaves and whatever wiring they got in their head

FREE ME OF Y/N

questions for the fanfic game!!

4. What are some words or phrases you feel like you overuse?

15. Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

4. oooo i feel like i overuse “said” a lot,,, my google search history is literally just “synonyms for ____” its BAD.

15. NOPE. hopefully staying that way

tysm for the asks!! <333

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yeah okay so ill just log off now….

Just your reminder none of the group had pictures together so after time Thomas will eventually forget what his dead bfs face looks like ❤️

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Please more Gally

hi anon!! this honestly clocked me UHHH.., but don’t worry - i have been working on a gally oneshot and will post that, this weekend or maybe next

i’ll also use this ask as a disclaimer - i am discontinuing the vals special since i honestly don’t have any time to finish it this month (will definitely continue next year!!)

i just have so many exams coming up - and i really want to put as much effort into my writing instead of just forcing myself to post!

but i may do some of the characters on the valentines day list that people have explicitly asked for, i’m sorry for the inconvenience!!

have a good day or night you guys, God bless

- elllie🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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I LAUGHRD AT EVERY ONE OF THEM

TMR pt. 6 ahh, i felt like my last teen wolf post was too indulgent of my Dylan o’ Brien bias so im really trying to reign that in

It’s cold as balls outside btw, if it’s the same for you pls stay warm ❄️

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REAL

it was a massive area full of teenage boys at the peak of puberty. that place STANK

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i’ve started to binge this content i love jt sm

if i never have kids, at least i provided the world with these

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I LAUGHED SO HARD

heheHEHEHEHEHEHE we're back

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sorry guys UH FRYPANS HEADCANONS WILL BE POST-PONED UNTIL TOMMOROW IVE GOT SO MUCH HW!!

HOPE YOU GUYS CAN UNDERSTAND 😔😔

REMEMBER TO CHECK OUT MY OTHER VALENTINE’S DAY POSTS SO FAR THOUGH!!

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WELCOME TO DAY 2 OF: ELIOAS-DIEL’s VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL

pt1frypan:valentines-day moodboard

🎀:: includes, baker!frypan, boyfriend!frypan, use of his real name in the book (siggy), a moodboard, fluff, short oneshot below, and you! (2nd person POV - gn!reader no pronouns used)

synopsis: did i hear someone say food fight?

UPCOMING POST: valentines day headcanons for frypan

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“siggy!” you hiccuped in between giggles, watching your boyfriend try and fail to spin pizza dough

chuckling, in response he replied “wait i think i’ve got it this time- i just got to throw it higher, maybe…”

twisting his hand in the air, the dough went flying but instead of falling back in his hands , it comedically splat onto the roof

“UHM BABY?”

you stared at him for a few beats exchanging glances of bemusement

“It’ll come down,” he said as he continued to stare at the pastry base, “I think,”

“aren’t you a baker?!” you snorted, playfully punching him on the shoulder, “isn’t this you’re forte-it,”

“hey now, just because I bake doesn’t mean I know how to do fancy pizza tricks and what not,”remarking back he was quick to correct you with a nerdy index finger up in the air, “plus i remember a certain someone put eggshells in our batter,”

swiping flour across your cheek, he snickered but quickly halted when you sent him a look.

things were about to get messy

striking back you clapped your dusty hands into his face, turning him a ghostly white

“y/n… COME HERE,”

running around the table you started grabbing scraps lying around the granite bench, whilst your boyfriend carried a handful of flour

you watched as the flour, made a trail onto the wooden floor as he ran, “WE’RE MAKING SUCH A MESS,” you screamed, but that didn’t stop the both of you from turning the kitchen into a war zone

with a bunch of laughing an unrecognisable things being thrown at each other, you wouldn’t have valentines day any differently. siggy was good at that thing, making ordinary things memorable.

like say, making heart-shaped pizza and turning it into a food fight?

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