#{ thread ; newt }

[carminegoescrazy]

Red Thread of Fate

(I know, I know, that’s not how the serum or blood transfusion works. But let’s just pretend…)

[221buckythesoldier]

[managedxmischief]

| open ; n.ewt s.camander |

"Be gentle with him. His fingers are quiet sharp he will let you know if you're being too rough." Newt said softly. "His name is Pickett. He's got quite the personality." He smiled.

[exmcrtis]

location: the commune

closed starter for: @backmaskcd (addison)

the act of tapping their knuckles against the door to addison's room was an act of desperation. newt had been through every inch of the commune in search of their beloved new salamander companion, but they weren't able to find it anywhere. now they felt like they had to ask around. addison was the person they thought to ask first, and as their door opened to reveal them, newt did their best to smile genuinely.

"uh, hi. i have a weird question and i hope you don't judge me for it or give me a strange look but..." they paused, taking in a deep breath. "have you seen my salamander?"

[axdently]

@cagliostrostart​ // WOULD YOU LET ME PRETEND: CHRISTMAS IN JULY?

in the cozy workshop nestled at the heart of Jessie's quaint but bustling toymaking business, the air was alive with the rhythmic whir of enchanted sewing machines. the faint scent of freshly cut fabric intermingles with an array of Yankee Candles going by the name of Christmas Cookie, Holiday Home Sweet Home, and Red Apple Wreath. Ms. Clause, with her fiery red hair pulled back in a messy bun, was meticulously stitching together the final seams of a plush teddy bear.  she imagines the new life Mr. Teddy could have, and after cooing and shushing his pain away she gives him a quick kiss on the nose. as she hummed a cheerfully wonderful tune to herself, the door to her shop creaked open, causing her hazel eyes to sparkle with excitement. a faint jingle of the shop's bell announced the new arrival: a customer!! ( she hopes )

a warm smile stretches across her rosy cheeks, and with a flick of wrist and a final snap, she MEANS to disenchant the machines. Jessie sits aside her nearly finished creation and steps to the shop’s entrance. her red boots leave faint thumps upon the wooden floor. “Now don’t be shy! Come in, come in!" Jessie exclaimed in her lively southern drawl. 

[seaselkie]

The Old Guard

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Janson has been tasked with tracing a group of immortals through time, to find and apprehend them. But they're good at staying hidden, which makes him think they've been doing it long, long before they started getting caught on camera. He's only been able to find fragments, glimpses of them here and there across history. He's putting together a story - headed up by Newt and Thomas, partners that have never been recorded far apart, though generally under the radar and at times under married aliases - the group is rounded out by Minho and Gally who tend to crop up in disaster zones including notable wars, and Sonya and Harriet, who have been connected to social justice and activism endeavours since the 50s. Janson won't give up, too much rides on it, but the group are still lost in the wind.

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This was first seen Here as a gift in the @mazerunnersecretsanta event 2023. I don't often post, but I'm sharing this via my own blog now Santa reveals have gone live.

If you like it, reblogs are appreciated so others can see it easier, and do check out the fandom event if you like Maze Runner. It's been running for 6 years now and always a lot of fun.

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So, this was a little last minute addition for @dream0fspring (mostly bc @harveylovesmike I knew she had yours covered! but I adore you both) and I know that The Old Guard is a huge love right now. The idea came for putting together a collage kind of like the one Copley has in the film, trying to trace Andi's immortal group across the years. Only... make it TMR. For all its rush, and for all the other things I'd love to have crammed in there, it was fun to put together. Part of the joy here was finding some good pics of everyone that looked like they were taken without knowledge, since they'd be avoiding cameras, and trying to show some possible variety of time and walks of life. I'm particularly fond of Hacker Harriet and that one of Newt I think fitted my mental image so well.

And the best headcanon that came from this, thanks to the tmr discord, is all the hundreds or thousands of marriages newt and thomas have accrued over many many years. They have a collection of certificates from just about everywhere, some more than once and a growing collection of wedding and engagement symbols and tokens since their ring collection got truly obscene and they decided to branch out.

[bruisedconscience]

open starter: were-kaiju! newt;

"Everything's fine... It's fine! I'm figuring it out, there's no reason I can't stop the... Ohhh, talking sssssucks..."

The next wave of the transformation hits Newt’s throat, small bright blue lines appearing perpendicular to his jugular. Like gills.

[indig0trolls]

sighs I wish I could write

[wizardingworldrevealed]

VALERIE

@dcmure​

clutching two bowls of piping hot stew in his hands, he carefully wove his way through the crowd that had gathered in the pub while he was waiting on their food. he had figured that - though it wasn't his favourite of places, london might be of a bit more comfort to valerie than a more secluded area. he supposed he might have taken them to hogsmeade - but he wasn't quite sure she was ready for that yet. so instead, he opted for the leaky cauldron, renting a room with two beds for them.

as he approached the table, he set the hot bowls down before lowering himself into the chair across from her. " dinner is served, valerie. i promise, tom is a much better cook than i. and the beds will be a lot more comfortable than those within my case as well. "

[remindedtosmile]

#REMINDEDTOSMILE ― a independent selective oc : daniel merlo, hitman for hire. functions best in horror, crime, hero/villain verses. low activity, mutuals only. blog and bio are continuous works in progress. rules under cut. ― I NEED NEW REASONS.

tw : violence; i do not condone the behavior or actions of my character(s). med/low activity, iconless, minimally formatted. strictly 20+ only. standard dni applies ; i reserve the right to block without warning ; i will not interact with authors/muses who support bigoted rhetoric or language ; i am antizionist. dm to plot or ask for my discord!

[wizardingsouls]

tag dump four ft. muse-related tags for james, newt, & graves!!

[covensteadboys]

Niimi chuckles as Bowie talks, though winces as their skin knits back together.

They try not to rub at the itching feeling as they respond. "I fucked up the timing with my intagibility during some combat training. That shit hurts like a motherfucker."

They smile at Bowie.

"Thank you," they say. "You definitely deserve something in return for helping me."

⊱     open     ⊰       location -  nurse's station.

the other's forearm sits between bowie's two palms, one of bowie's hands keeping the weight of their arm steady as the other is hovering over the other's wound. you can tell by the look on the redhead's face that he was working hard at focusing, transmitting his lifeforce into the other. with his power to heal, it wasn't uncommon for the young camper to be posted up with nursing duties for the day but that didn't mean bowie necessarily liked it or was entirely good at it either. he could heal without issue, it was the bedside manner that was completely out of practice. as the wound on his patient's arm begins to resolve and repair itself, bowie would finally look back up at the other. ❛ it's really not that bad. last week someone nearly got their arm burned off and that took like twenty whole minutes to get looking good again! ❜  he'll enthuse, dropping the arm back onto the others lap without grace. good as new.

❛ and don't worry about it opening back up or anything. that hasn't happened yet. ❜ a sheepish smile, his eyes hollow from thought. ❛ that was a pretty big scratch though. what happened? ❜

[exmcrtis]

location: the park

closed starter for: @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (huey)

maybe if he hadn't been tracking this specific lizard down, newt wouldn't be covered in dirt with a look of determination on his face. and yet there he was, fingers sunk into the soil as he fished around for his scaly friend. but then he felt eyes on him, and newt's head popped up immediately, his eyebrows pulling together in curiosity. "i'm looking for a lizard."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@hiddenpxpercuts​

Seol was happy to have a friend who was also a veterinarian. Sometimes it was good to talk about the crazy things she’d seen that day to someone who may have experienced something similar. She smiled. “So, what is the craziest thing that happened to you today?”

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please do newt (platonic/familial) with a younger sibling who makes/mends close and personality wise is similar to Luz from TOH? Thank you! :D

yesyesyesyesyesywsyes omg please keep the maze runner requests coming I'm very very fixated atm kdk how to function, PLEASE SPAM ME W TMR REQS RJNENE ; anyways thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; post writing robin here, I tried with the personality like Luz but I struggled for some reason so I'm so sorry about that LMAO

NEWT ; clothing maker/mender

summary ; you make and mend clothing around the Glade, and Newt is somehow always there to help

warnings ; language, Newt is still a runner so pre-injury era

genre ; platonic fluff

word count ; 1.1k

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The day you came up in the box, you were frightened and felt like you didn't fit in with the other kids of the Glade. You were socially awkward and didn't know how to talk to people, although being a people pleaser.

Talking was just hard for you, but luckily, Newt understood. He tucked you under his wing and tried to help you fit in with the others, but to no avail. Nothing was sticking out to you, it wasn't like jobs were supposed to be enjoyable but you truly couldn't fit in anywhere. The fifteen year old boy with dirty blonde hair was there for you, though, reassuring you that actually becoming a Glader, even after remembering your name, took time.

Becoming a Runner was off the table at day one, you had zero stamina and could barely run for shit, let alone your life, you and Newt, and Alby, Minho, and the other Runners quickly agreed upon that. Being a Builder was quickly eliminated as well, because you didn't want to deal with obnoxious assholes like Gally, Hank, and Alec all day long. Plus, you knew nothing about "structural integrity" or whatever the hell they were talking about anyways, wood to hammer to nail was all you saw.

You quickly gained a friendship with Winston after a month or two in the Glade, but no way in Hell were you joining the Slicers either. You'd gain an emotional attachment to the animals much too quickly to then watch them die, the emotional despair would be a bit much at the moment. Bagger was also off the charts, leaving Med-Jack and Track-Hoe on the table for you.

Newt wasn't going to let you become a Slopper, considering you weren't bad at helping people nor farming, you just had to find your thing that you'd be comfortable doing. So, you settled on Track-Hoe as they needed more help in the gardens and you wouldn't mind getting your hands dirty, with dirt, that is. No blood.

You found, or maybe relearned, your nick for sewing one morning as you needed to repair your shirt, and ran straight to Newt with your new talent. After seeing it himself, Newt quickly bounced to Alby's side to ask if you could make mending and making clothes your job. You hadn't had any luck finding a job out of the many in the Glade, clearly, so this might've been your luck turning.

The next coming days were slow. Thankfully, Alby approved your idea of a new job, considering you and Newt wouldn't stop pestering him about it, and it'd be a great convenience to have you around for something as necessary as clothing. The builders graciously built you a little hut next to the Homestead to give you your own little place to go and work, instead of working around the Glade and potentially dirty-ing the clothes you fixed and made.

The hut consisted of a table, a loom, a hanging rack for finished projects, and a little chest system organized by all the threads, needles, etcetera. Alas, Newt was the one to help you with your new job on days when he wasn't running out in the maze. Minho switched him out with Ben or George on those days as per his request, as to help you learn how to talk to and understand the Gladers, whom you didn't understand too well yet.

But, by the time the next Greenie, Henry, arrived, you were right on track. You modeled and measured and patched and sewed your days away, finding peace in the seemingly boring activity. And by this time, Newt had become your brother figure and your best friend, considering how much he understood and supported you and helped you get some great opportunities around the Glade. And now, you were the Keeper of the Seamers, the only worker, but still the Keeper.

After a long day of running in the maze with Minho, Newt jogs to your expansion of the Homestead, desiring your help.

"Hey, Shank" He warmly smiles, closing the door made of sticks behind him. "How's your day been?"

You shrug in response. "Slow. Need me to fix anything for you?"

He awkwardly smiles and nods, looking down at his knees. His cargo pants are ripped, and the skin beneath painted a light red in comparison to his pale complexion, rug burns covering his kneecaps.

"Tripped and fell out in the maze" He explains, "Just don't want them falling apart because it kinda trailed 'round to the back" He says, tracing the little rips around his knees.

You nod. "I mean, the best solution would be keeping them like that or turning them into shorts for hot days. But I know the maze is cold and stuff, so, your call. I don't wanna ruin your running pants but I can always scrounge up new ones, and the next Greenie will be up in two days so it wouldn't be that long of a wait-"

"I'll just keep them ripped" He lightly smiles, cutting your rant off.

He knew damn well to not let you spiral over something so little, so he developed the radar to sniff out when you were about to rant about small things for an hour out of panic. He pats your shoulder before sitting down next to you, looking over at the rack of finished clothing you'd patched up and finished making.

"Oh, were you able to finish that shirt you were making for yourself?" He asks, running a hand through his hair.

Lord, he needed a haircut, although the best method of that was knives, which made it all choppy and blunt. Hopefully, WCKD would send up some cutting shears or something soon. All of your hair needed a cut desperately.

You nod, setting your needle and thread down to go grab it. You pull it off the rack and hold it to your chest. A simple, thin, off white, long sleeved shirt rests against your torso as you cheesily smile at him.

"Looks good"

"Thanks" You put the shirt back on the rack, deciding to put it back in the Homestead near your hammock later.

Newt was usually very supportive and went out of his way to show appreciation and reassurance for you, though making it casual to actually feel real for you. Once he found out that he needed to speak with you like that after reassuring that you'd live without rain, he learned the lesson.

Before you can speak again, Ben runs in, looking for your help.

"Y/n, I ripped up the sleeve of my shirt, can you fix it?" He asks, holding the grey-blue shirt up for you to see

"Yeah, sure, leave it on that table" You reply, pointing at the table in front of you.

"Thanks, you're the best!" He says, setting the shirt on the table before leaving.

Newt looks up at you and smiles, "You're getting used to talking to people, I see"

You nod, catching his infectious smile.

"Welcome to the Glade, Y/n/n"

[fadinglights]

"i  hope  you  managed  to  get  everything  on  your  list.  the  queue  tomorrow  is  going  to  be  crazy."  she  remarks,  chuckling  at  his  comment  about  spending  money  during  the  holiday  season.  "hey,  that's  what  christmas  is  all  about,  right?  it's  money  well  spent  if  it  brings  happiness  to  you  and  those  who  receive  your  gifts."  to  some  it  may  be  wasteful  capitalism,  but  she  can't  deny  that  it's  a  holiday  that  puts  her  in  the  most  joyful  mood.  "it's  lovely.  sounds  like  you've  put  a  lot  of  thought  into  it."  her  smile  softens  as  he  goes  on  a  tangent  about  the  gift  he  bought  for  his  sister,  noticing  how  his  eyes  light  up  with  passion.  "i  don't  know  her  personally,  but  from  the  sound  of  it,  she'll  love  it."  not  that  he  needs  any  reassurance  from  her.  despite  never  having  crossed  paths  with  his  sister,  or  at  least  not  that  she's  aware  of,  she  feels  confident  in  her  assessment.  "wish  i  had  a  younger  brother  who's  just  as  thoughtful.  it  sucks  being  the  only  child."  she  laments,  though  not  that  not  everyone  she  knows  with  siblings  gets  along  as  well  as  newt  does  with  his  sister.  she  follows  him  into  the  kitchen,  taking  a  brief  moment  to  decide  on  her  drink.  "wine  would  be  good."  she  decides,  hoping  that  alcohol  will  help  her  brainstorm  new  solutions  for  her  current  dilemma.  “thanks.”

"yes, just grabbing the last bits -" he gestures towards the bags, before he rests them against the table. his apartment is open-plan and works perfectly for him. he's careful to keep it clean and tidy, even if he rarely actually has visitors. "i've taken so many shopping trips the past few weeks, i dread even looking at my banking app at the moment." the question is a good one, and it has him thinking. humming thoughtfully as he tries to discern what might be the best gift he's bought. lips part as he conjures up one he's particularly pleased with, "probably this..." he starts, reaching to grab the record player concealed in the box. "it's for my older sister, she's really gotten into records lately - like, all she talks about. i told my brothers and my father very early on that i'd be buying her one...at the moment she's using our dad's old one." she doesn't need to know the ins and outs, but she's got him started now. he was a passionate gift giver, always attempting to add a dash of the receiver's personality in every gift. "i'm personalising it, bought a cricut machine to personalise everything, i'm obsessed now. might've become a part of my personality," he snorts, before he's reached the kitchen, grabbing two glasses. "would you like a drink? i've got water, coke, fruit juice, wine, coffee, tea...could make a milkshake," don't go wild, newt. "what're you craving?"