#group A tmr

[mincyberr]

welcm to cy's hot takes, where my takes might fire back at me 😭

sorry in advance! 😭 -

this hot take is about 4 things

more ships, (BC why not), Chuck, Brenda and Group B (every Group B member)

(requested by: @zer0brainc3lls)

This is because I didn't post a hot take in awhile so I need to feed my children 🤭🎂 and also my bday is in 12 days and I been busy soo sorry for that. Anyways let's get to it!!

1: Ships:

Avanson (Ava Janson), I see this in the books, movies no, because Janson shot Ava like poor girl. Books wise (from Death Cure chp 1-20) I think it might happen?

Benmas (Ben Thomas), not gonna happen, he attacked the guy, not made out. Get a brain check smh...

Borge (Brenda Jorge), not gonna happen for a few reasons, the books and movies show them as family, not lovers, AGES! And the fact they see eachother as Dad and Daughter. So sorry, not gonna happen.

Miresa (Minho Teresa) BRO THEY HATE EACH OTHER! Have you seen the books?! Minho says: "I don't trust that girl" the moment he learns about her. Like he fights her in Death Cure (movie) DO I NEED MORE?!

Nalby (Newt Alby), I kinda say both, I hate it and like it. They like eachother but not crushing... More of leader friends. Yk yk?

2: Chuck (Chuckie boy!!)

He's a cute adorable and happy boy, I wish we had more of him in the books and movies... Like he was a good character but he was so unused. I know he was shown in Fever Code, HES AMAZING THERE! But I wish he had more time in there. He is nice and caring but he needs better screen time then being shot/stabbed by Gally.

7/10, cute but stop shipping/simping. 😑🙏

3: Brenda

She's amazing, I love how everyone has subject names and she's girlboss. Like amazing. She saved Thomas and Minho in the Scotch, she trusted Thomas and Gladers and helped Jorge to trust them and now look where they are! She also hates Teresa (same girl) and WCKD even though she works for them.

10/10 girlboss for the win.

4: Group B.

Aris: He is so ANNOYING LIKE HOW THE SKIBIDI DO PEOPLE LIKE THE GUY?! He kissed Teresa, betrayed Group B and A, helped WCKD and is a ass in general.

Rachel: I wish I have a say in her. I don't. Because she barely have any lines but being killed by Beth. (Gallys opposite and said in Scotch Trials book) And the fact she was so annoying in Fever Code just killed me.

Sonya, Harriet: Both amazing, nice, helped Thomas and knew they were on there side, not WCKDs. Sonya is Newts sister, I'm not gonna be biased about it. Harriet is like Minho to me so that's cool. I like how they are Alby and Newt opposites. It's amazing 🤩😍. 10/10

Miyoko, Beth: They don't have a say but I do like what I found of them. Miyoko is Minho's opposite and Beth is Gallys opposite if you forget. They are cool people so that's all for that. But I want more MIYOKO!!

Anyways that's a long hot take for y'all. Eat up kids. Anyways love ya!

♡ cy/cyber (stan minho)

[qwakque]

KALIM DAY MUAHAHAHAH

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

I wanted to say that I love your art, and It always makes me happy to see it in my feed. I also wanted to ask if there was any possible that we could one day see Aris or Harriet & Sonya in your art style? Is so cute, I wanna see how you draw them, but no pressure of course.

Thank you so much!

Sorry it’s just a sketch, but i will try to make full art with them someday 🧡

Time lapse video below 🌝

[that-tmr-girl]

TMR Smut Imagines

Imagine Thomas trying to get you alone only for someone to ruin it every time

Imagine Thomas being too loud and waking people up

Imagine Thomas getting an attitude with you as his keeper so you make him listen

Imagine Newt being insecure about his limp so you give him praise sex to make him feel better

Imagine Newt railing you so hard he has to give you the day off work

Imagine Newt railing you right after he gets out of the garden

Imagine making Minho keep his runners harness on when you have sex

Imagine Minho trying to shower after coming back from a run only for you to walk in and tease him

Imagine Minho finding you pleasuring yourself while moaning his name so he gives you the real thing

Imagine praising Gally as a joke only for him to be into it

Imagine Gally running on adrenaline after a fight and it ends up showing during sex

Imagine Gally whispering what he wants to do to you until you can't take it

Imagine Aris being so nervous during your first time that you have to talk him through it

Imagine Aris biting you harder than usual and repeatedly apologizing when he realizes

Imagine Aris getting jealous after you get out of the maze and ends up doing you harder than ever

Imagine WCKD not realizing you and Teresa are together so they let you shower in the same room, only for you two to fuck in there

Imagine Teresa getting flustered by you because she's reminded of what you two used to do when she's given her memories

Imagine Teresa making you scream so everyone in the Glade knows you'll only ever be into her

Imagine Sonya edging and then leaving you soaked because you two had an argument

Imagine Sonya waking you up and blurting out everything she wants to do to you the second you open your eyes

Imagine Sonya and you having sleepy morning sex almost daily

Imagine Harriet letting you trade sex for extra perks in your maze

Imagine Harriet making you get yourself off in front of her because she catches you masterbating without permission

Imagine Harriet purposely giving you marks where everyone will see

Imagine Brenda giving in and letting you be a top only to be really into it

Imagine Brenda having to cover your mouth while you have sex so nobody hears what she does to you

Imagine Brenda degrading you because her degrading you is what just made you cum

Imagine Sonya and Harriet letting you pick between a night in the slammer or letting them take control of you for an entire night

Imagine overhearing Thomas, Newt, and Minho talk about the things they want to do to you

Imagine Sonya, Harriet, and Aris all railing you on the same night as completely different kink levels

[habromaniac59]

I was devastated when I finished reading Death Cure. My mum said I need to join a support group, so here I am! 😭

[bellzsad]

“we need more complex characters” u couldn’t even handle teresa agnes.

[newtslvt]

I love how the spectrum of the tmr fandom on here is either latino or just really gay or even both, big shout out to y’all no wonder we’re such a welcoming group 🤭❤️

[moonysgoldenstar]

I’d really like to read a book or watch a movie about the group B maze, my girlies are superior

[kestis-advent]

Group B art :D finally finished.

[newtsmas]

i fucking love maze runner tumblr you guys are so fucking cool and awesome sauce. i fucking love maze runner ao3 too you guys are so nice and creative i want to give you all a big fat smooch on the forehead. best fandom ive been in by FAR

[zelcii]

sixteen | gally x reader

tmr.

fluffy angst for the soul. im bawling my eyes out and cannot be aesthetic rn because im stuck on page 255 of the death cure and i cannot for the life of me read on. oh my days, james dashner. why?

sum; your from group b and you meet gally at the bonfire in the safe haven, but he already knows you. god forbid newt is there though omfg.

cw; swearing, fluff, romance, lgbt themes, unresolved trauma from bein munies, character death.

a/n; all lowercase and not proofread because i cannot anymore holy motherfucking shit. also i would die for will poulter in the newtmas gut wrenching cus like yesssss!! please, will, PLEASEEEE

i want to love a boy, the way i loved the ocean...

homosexual angst, heterosexual comfort.

in your opinion, the safe haven was simply too good to be true. it was a sight to see children your age and younger strolling around without a care in the world. it was surreal. they played games, chased each other around the tall grass, and carried themselves with a certain carefree joy that you absoluetly envied.

you felt so out walking around sulking with your hair down and your clothes wrinkled and bedridden. you looked like a mess and you knew it because you refused to leave your tent for two days, fearing that once you stepped outside that maybe this was all just another test. a trick of the mind.

a trick of the mind that you'd grown used to in the wicked labs. the worst of it came from the sensations you'd feel on your legs and arms after sitting around for too long. pins and needles. if you held on long enough, your skin would eventually mimic the experience of the dozens of pins and pricks your limbs had to undergo. you could vividly see the tubes coming out of you, draining the very essence of your life away and replacing it with biochemical that didn't look, feel, or act natural. you remember being halfway full of the "fake blood." you could remember the feeling of barely being human.

at night, if you closed your eyes hard enough, you could still feel the bright, warm rays of the springs' artificially designed and wicked-engineered daylight on your skin. it would feel so real in your mind that you'd nearly have a panic attack, believeing that you had never escaped in the first place.

you'd spent your whole life (or at least the parts you remembered) in that cruel "life" simulation they called the maze trials. so long that you'd been conditioned to think that that was what home felt like. but no munie has ever felt truely at home before, so what gave vince the right to think that this place could be any different?

for the first time ever, you came out of your tent, looking around you as community unfurled before you. and although you wanted to tell yourself that you were safe, and that you were real, you couldn't help but call bullshit.

not long ago, your group had outsmarted your maze trials and joined the right arm. that was the first time you had truely seen hope after being sent up the lift and thrown into the sadistic evil wicked called "an expirement for good."

unfourtunately, it wasn't much longer then that you would realise that the hope that you had been given was futile and false.

because as soon as you did something nice for the others, you were thrown back into wicked's custody. the good die young and poor afterall. you were transported around the country, often with the tired asian boy you never learned the name of, but he was part of the group the right arm "saved." though you suppose nobody is ever safe anymore.

the scientists there subjected you to what felt like hundreds of graphic simulations. they forced you to watch your loved ones die over and over again—people whose faces you couldn't recognize but somehow knew you should've. You saw them getting ripped apart by shades, their guts spilling on the floor. Falling perilously off the cliff and crumbling in front of you in a gruesome splat of red. you watched your friends get buried alive under the damp soils of the springs, you digging the holes with no controls to stop yourself from hurting harriet, sonya, ximena, rachel, aris, miyoko, beth—the names went on. through it all, your mind was always awake, fully aware of every horrifying detail. the images burning itself into your dreams, gifting you with restless nights.

though you suppose you should be grateful in the slightest. because you wholeheartedly believed that you would still be in that pain if it weren't for the rouge wicked soldier that carried you out of the facility and onto a bus full of the children you'd seen before im the hallways. regardless, suspicion bubbled within you. you found yourself asking when you would start killing everyone.

aris walked up to you, calling out your name as his way of announcing himself, careful not to startle you. him, harriet and sonya were your most frequent visitors, talking to you from the otherside of the thin tent walls. you begged them to stay outside, anticipating your "turn for the worst."

you walked together as he told you about the bonfire vince would be holding that afternoon. "just like the good old days" he said, though you disagreed. the last "good day" you had was before the springs, lost somewhere in the mist of all the things you couldn't remember.

"maybe meet someof the other people?" aris suggested, his question laced with the sterness of an order. "it'll do you some good." he said. doubt it.

as aris walked away, your gaze was drawn to a pair of blue eyes watching you from a distance. they belonged to a tall blond boy who observed with a curious, almost wistfulness swimming in his eyes before it melted into a sombre look. the shade of blue in his eyes bubbled up a sense of familiarity deep within you, and you didn't even realise you were holding your breath until you forced yourself to look away.

that night, after vince's inspirational speech to keep the colony in high hopes, you lingered at the back of the crowd. small cliques spread about with wide grins and loud laughter as they ate and danced around the fire. you felt a streak of envy as you watched the children easily forget as if they hadn't been poked and prodded just days prior. yet, you were also grateful that the younger ones didn't have to face the worst of it. it was a bittersweet sight—knowing they could find joy despite everything, even if for just a moment.

behind the bonfire and displayed before the beach was the large slate of rock vince had mentioned in his speech. a few kids were already at work, carving dozens of names into the stone—tributes to the people they'd lost. one of them stood out, towering over the others with a quiet intensity. he skillfully carved the name "maya" at the top of the sculpture, his hands steady and deliberate. he went over the name a couple names, digging the name deep into the rock so it popped out the most comared to the others until he finished and did the same for the name "chuck" under his first. the sounds of the chisel against stone mixed with the crackling of the fire and the gentle lapping of waves from afar overlapped. the atmosphere thickened as each name was etched into the monument.

you came up behind the boy, tapping him gentely on the shoulder and he seemed to lean into your touch. oddly enough, he didn't have to turn around to know that he'd find you with your arm outstretched, asking for the sculpting tools.

in surprise, you stood there looking at the tools he carefully handed over to you, those blue eyes never leaving the name he carved in first. it startled you how in sync you seemed to be with this total stranger, you couldn't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, how his eyes glazed over the longer he stared at the names, and how his shoulders were tensed every time you had seen him. as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

in contrast to the boy, you got on your knees before the large stone slate, taking your time with the curves of each letter. she felt unworthy of writing the name into the rock, having killed her over and over and over again in so many different simulations. but when you brought it up with harriet, she simply gave your shoulder a squeeze in attempt to reassure you before pulling you into a hug, whispering soft "i know,"s into your hair, your eyes watering.

you made sure to do it justice, chipping away at the stone with intention in each stroke, a furrow of your eyebrows over your tired eyes as you made no mistake with each hit of your mallet. you had noticed that although he was finished on his names, the boy still hovered behind her, watching the way she shifted her entire focus into permanently engraving the name into the sculpture. she paid no mind to anything other than the work in front of her and the sound sof the sea. "beth" you had written, standing up and backing away to admire your works.

it was then that you realised that the boy was never looking at the names. he was looking at you, putting a respectful hand on the small of your back as you walked backwards, before pulling away to cross his arms over his chest. usually, you would lash out, yell at whoever thought to have the audacity to even think to touch you. but something about the way his caloused hand sat warm against your skin felt so natural. like you were meant to feel his skin against yours. so you didn't yell because maybe you were in the wrong.

your eyes flickered between the names and the blond beside you, studying the way soft freckles spread across his face from the cold and how he kept his head held high, his jaw clenched. you knew he could feel you staring, but you couldn't help but wonder why he felt so familiar, and you had a feeling he didn't care much.

it didn't startle you when his eyes locked on to yours. you bit your lip, taking notice of the way your heart rate picked up as you watched the darkest bits of his eyes dilate as he set his eyes on you and you failed to hold back the giddy smile that crawled onto your lips. he felt pathetic, searching for the familiar flakes of gold that swam within your irises. he searched your eyes for your soul only to feel himself melt, falling for you. again. all while you studied him for what would be the first time for you. his heart ached.

"do i know you?" you asked under bated breath. the way his eyes smiled and his gaze softened when he looked at you nearly convinced you to fall for him. how innocently he looked at you, void of any judgment.

he shook his head no, smiling at you with his lips pursed. his eyes were laced with a sort of pain that bubbled up in the middle of his chest. no, you didn't know him. but he knew you. he'd state it, his voice was low and gruff, as if he had just woken up.

"and your so sure?" the blond hummed. "why is that?" you laughed, and he simply looked at you. he looked at you like you'd disappear if he looked away. he offered you his hand and you glanced down at it hesitantly. your eyes traced over his calluses, worn hands, each scar and scrape a story to share. and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to hear them. and for the first time in days, you let yourself believe that everything was real, because you wanted him to be real.

you took his hand and let him lead you down to the beach, neither of you walking farther behind the other. just together.

the two of you sat there in the sand. he sat with his arm resting against a leg, his other outstretched and his other hand proped under him to cary his weight. it was a vain attempt to relax despite the tension in his muscles. you sat your knees up to your chest, hugging them close and resting your chin on your knees. a vain attempt to feel safe around him. because no matter how much you doubted the world around you, the legitimacy of the people you met, and the control you had over your own actions, you still wanted a place to go back to that you could call home, or rather a person. he told you his name was gally. then your heart pleaded with the universe to let home be the boy you'd only met today.

"maya..." he muttered, picking up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers. "she loved the ocean. because each time the water left the shore, she knew it would come back." he finished, looking at you once again. he searched for any tell-tale sign that his words felt familiar to you. they didnt. "she told me that."

he could recall the way you used to talk with your hands, a bounce in your step, and your eyes wide with wonder and love as you spoke to him. you wasted your love on him, but he had overlooked it. he had overlooked you, missing the way your smile would falter when he changed the subject or how you would stumble over your words, desperately wishing he would just listen to you.

"she's a smart girl," you hummed, your eyes trained on the crash of the waves and the flutter of seagulls as the passed by. "can i ask... what happened?"

gally let out a shaky breath, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. "she was in trouble," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to hear his own words. he spoke slowly, each word heavy and dry in his mouth. "she was in trouble, and i ignored her."

he remembered how you ran to him in the middle of the hallway, begging him to help you run away. you told him how you overheard the scientists discussing sending you to the maze trials, how you panicked at the thought of losing your memories and everything you'd worked for being wiped away. your voice trembled with fear and desperation, but he ignored you.

you gently nodded, letting him know you were listening, though you kept your eyes closed, allowing the sounds and smells of the beach to envelop you. you'd never seen water run the way the waves swayed against the wind, their movements both soothing and relentless. the way the water crashed against the rocks and sand with such urgency, only to retreat and disappear, fleeting from the very reason it fought so hard to get to.

"i grew selfish and i lost nearly everything i loved because of it," he sighed, reverent. he hated how you looked at him like you'd never seen him before, but you haven't. that was his fault. he wanted to you to see what he saw, to show you his memories, to make you feel what he felt. "we were sixteen."

he looked at you, his eyes desprate as the blue drew you in. they taunted you, and it hurt how you noticed every similarity between his his eyes and beth's. the green bits that crowded his irises, and the blue that reminded you of the waves on the shore before you. but he silently begged for you to stop thinking about her.

"i should know you shouldn't i?" the thought burned your heart.

gally nodded, his head hung low as he pursed his lips. he had hoped when he saw you in the last city, that seeing him could trigger your memories and bring you back to him. but as he saw you above the hill across the safe haven, staring at him with nothing but curiosity, he knew he had truely lost you. it got worse when he watched you write beth's into the stone so delicately.

"beth," you started, her name bitter on your tongue. "we were together in the springs." you explained to him everything you knew about the maze. you told him about your life back when you were just a sprout, a new arrival. you had come up from the lift just a month before beth, but when you saw her, you already knew her. he listened intently, watch how you smiled when you told him about her and the blue of her eyes.

"she was stung because of me," you admitted, recalling the day you snuck her into the maze. "when she went through the shift... i couldn't bare to stand the yelling. the screaming. i couldn't face the fact that she was like that because of me." you fidgeted with your shoelaces, twisting the fabric between your fingers as you spoke. "i didn't talk to her after that. and the last time i saw her—when i was finally ready to be there—she was bleeding out on the floor."

"that's the thing about people, isn't it?" she muttered. "they leave at the worse times, then come back when you stop needing them."

you let a tear slip as the weight of your words exhoed between the both of you, ringing true for different reason. gally could remember the exact moments your pleas had sunk in, but by then, the last time he'd seen you was on the screens of the security room, running the maze and killing a griever. he could still remember the desperation in your tone, the thought finally sinking in that you reached out to him—only him—because you wanted him to care.

his eyes glazed over, recalling the way he treated people before and after the maze. he could remember all the yelling he did, all the pain he could've caused. the most vividly though, chuck laying on the floor of the wicked facility, his blood pooling under him. he remembered falling to his knees, the pain is his shoulder numb compared to the hatred his heart held for him. "i was a terrible person..." he confessed, his voice breaking.

your brows furrowed as you frowned. gally kept his head low, glaring daggers at his feet with an intensity. the anger in his soul was the only thing more powerful than the vicious regret that gnawed at him from the inside.

"maybe you weren't," you shrugged, and for a moment you paused. you gently took his hand in yours, your skin smooth against his as you took your time to intertwine your fingers together in a way that felt right to you, yet familiar to gally. he let you lay your head against his shoulder, the only weight that felt comfortable on his shoulders, and you let him wrap his arm around you waste, the only touch you truely believed to be genuine. "maybe you were just sixteen."

guys do u get it. cus her name wss maya. yes like maya hawke. and she loved him but he didnt. and he lost sky when her memories got wiped. so he wrote her name on the stone thing. and he loves her now but she doesnt. she loves beth. but beth is dead. but they have the same eyes. cus theyre equivalents. so. they bother get second chances. hypothetically. they can finally be there for each other. but. she only loves him now. because he reminds her of beth. so all we can do now i pray that maya can love the boy the way she loved the ocean. though the ocean could also be all three of them. maya on shore then gally off shore. gally on shore then maya off. then maya and beth on shore then maya off. then maya on and beth off. now both gally and maya on shore. the shore representing love.

omg guys im losing it.

[nullfier]

"writing today" me when i lie, which is often

[nomoreusername]

It's amazing how different the Group B reunion is in the movies and books

Movie Aris:*Thinking about how amazing it is to be back with his friends*

Book Aris:*Worried that all the girls that tried to murder him have been given weapons*

[get-the-medjacks]

Tagged by @kestis-advent and @persnickett (their posts here and here) to share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have fewer) and tag ten people 😊

Thanks for the tags! I’m the absolute worst at writing and posting consistently, but here are the first lines from my 10 most recent fics:

A Strange and Savage Place | Maze Runner | Sonya/Harriet, Gen | 1.1k |WIP

One by one, the exhausted Gladers slide down the griever hole.

For the Moon Falls to the Sea | Maze Runner | Frypan/Breda, Thomas/Minho | 2.9K

It seemed impossible

Stars, Hide Your Fires | Maze Runner | Aris/Gally, Thomas/Newt, Brenda/Sonya | 7k

The quiet is both deafening and glorious.

Lady of the Golden Wood | Maze Runner | Ximena/Alejandra, Harriet/Sonya | 775

Alejandra loved the renaissance faire

If I Fall (don't fall away from me) | Maze Runner | Mary&Vince, past Mary/Ava | 1k

“Hello Mary. I hope we’d meet again. I’m sorry it's under these circumstances.”

Home with You | Maze Runner | Beth/Gally, Sonya/Harriet | 1.4k

Beth liked the peace of the cliffside.

The Road Less Traveled | Maze Runner | Mary/Ava | 5.5k

In another life, Ava Paige would have been forgettable.

Oh, Your Love is Sunlight | Maze Runner | Harriet/Sonya | 1.2k

Sleep did not come easy when she wasn’t by Harriet’s side, Sonya discovered after a required night in the Healer’s Hut following a bad ankle sprain in the Maze the day before

I'm hers and she is mine | Maze Runner | Miyoko/Rachel | 1.4k

Miyoko hadn’t realized that a person could be so completely, utterly shattered by the death of someone they’d known for less than a month.

I fear no fate (for you are my fate) | Maze Runner | Mary Cooper/Ava Paige | 75 words (three sentence fic)

The rocks dig into Mary’s knees as she’s forced to the ground with Vince and the others, the camp erupting into chaos as WCKD storms in.

Tagging (with no pressure at all!): @fili-is-gone @itsthemxze @pathsofoak @its-tea-time-darling @scorchedmazes @directionerplusgleek @mazegays @nxwtonsxngster @fandoms-princess @go-catch-a-chickn and else who wants to participate :)

[midnightfiremoon]

I feel like instead of the Maze Cutter series, we would enjoy a Maze B TMR series. Like, yes, I know we already know what's happened in the books, but it would be great to see other POVs

I think it should go something like this:

The Maze Runner (Group B) - Rachel, since she's Thomas's opposite.

The Scorch Trials (Group B) - Aris, because I need to see what was going on with his and Teresa's planning.

The Death Cure (Group B) - Sonya, because she's a part of the group that escapes before Thomas and the others do, and she's one of the ones chucked back in the Maze.

Or Aris for all three, because my Roman Empire is Movie!Aris and I really wanna love Book!Aris.

Just a thought.

[stargazinglesbian]

just finished reading the group b subcomic in the scorch trials graphic novel prelude and what the FUCKKK LMAOOOOO. first of all, their maze? genuinely insane. second of all, aris? genuinely insane. third of all, their lack of supplies? genuinely insane. sorry but they had it 10x harder. what the fuck do you mean they had to climb the maze VERTICALLY??? and the shades can just come out WHENEVER THEY WANT???? no wonder there were only EIGHT of them left. 1/4 of those eight were just busy being gay as fuck and couldnt even contribute to the plot!!