#Leni counts as an oc fuck you

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Dayum i had a Murder Drones dream bruh

I'll tell ya the clips i remember from it, if any

Soooo there's a point where N is inside a school and he's looking around for sumthin' idfk and he stumbles upon a little girl drone with white eyes and i think jet black hair?? And she's obviously a fun lover that doesn't wanna be here but she recognizes it's a necessity so she rolls with it and does her stuff as told– okay so apparently she's gotta finish some homework about animals, what they are and what they do, the sort, and she's like- talking a lot about her home and how her family has to pay for wifi or sumthin' etc etc and N just goes "oh is that homework? Do you have to describe animals? I can help!"

And then the girl drone (who i'm calling Leni) just goes "yeah it's homework, boring but i gotta do it- it's something about animals, what they do and all- i sortaaaaa didn't finish it because i was bored out of my mind..." And N just spots a Sonic figurine on a shelf somewhere and goes "hey, what if you talked about that guy over there?" He means the Sonic figurine on the shelf, "what does a hedgehog do? Does it like anything? You could describe a hedgehog, it's an animal!" And Leni is just. "Heh, thanks dude!" And my lordy the smile N gives it kills me oughhhh yes baby boy you did a help a girl with homework!!! Uzi is lucky to have you ough

Another clip! There's the typical big dumb creepy guy that puts kids in detention trope! Yeah he just scruffs one like a cat and tosses them onto a hook, hanged like cloth (NOT HURT THOUGH! ALIVE AND HEALTHY!) And they're just "hey dude what did i do?! Get me off this thing!!" And the big creepy guy just. Giggles at 'em as he walks away. Idfk what else happened after that- but it has to do with N???? Did he fuck up????? He's a good boy who did no wrong wtf he stopped killing a long time ago!!! The Uzi simp allegations are exaggerrated!!!!!! Leave him alone bitch!!!!!!!!

So apparently the detention drone is just like. Roaming around the school, and N is just staying out of it's sight at all times– keeping Leni safe from it too because they're buddies now and he's a good boy– and at some point taps his foot on the floor lightly to make a sound to test if it can hear and... It does not. It's big stupid AND probably deaf. Or they're just lucky idk lol

Also Cyn is there too. There's a moment after the whole detention drone shebang where Cyn pops up behind some doors and is accompanied by like- another girl drone with ponytails and black hair that is also Solver infected, and she's already gotten the eldritch claws for hands too so she's probably been infected before even like- Camp Fever, to give you an idea of the time frame, and Cyn is just. "You said "shit" now you're getting punished" and apparently getting taken out of the school is a punishment??? They're just. Grabbed and Cyn fuckin' flies away with them both, leaving them with the rest of the gæng in a like- place with two random drop pods like the ones from episode 1 and 3, and fun fact! V and Uzi are there! They're alive and well! And yes N hugs Uzi first thing, ig Leni gets to meet the rest of the bunch now lol.

Oh yeah there's also Tessa i guess lmfao idk what she's lookin' for now

#murder drones #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman #md oc #Leni counts as an oc fuck you #i guess she's public domain too since she just popped up in a dream and all and tbh i just don't claim ownership of Leni #i only claim ownership of the fact that she popped up in a dream and is a thing now lol #tessa james elliot #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #absolute solver #random dream #Murder Drones dream ig

[siilvan]

Desideria – Prologue

Next

Pairing: Yuri Volkov/Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Summary: Strange circumstances and common enemies brings an unlikely pair together.

Genre: General, angst, light fluff, fem!oc

Warnings: Semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, allusions to trauma and guilt, post-MWIII, Soap’s alive rahhhhhh!!!, Yuri's literally mentioned once in this chapter I swear he'll be in the next one lol

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: I've wanted to write this story for a year now, but I've been too scared to do it. It's pure self indulgence that I think only a tiny handful of people will even read but, nonetheless, I'm posting it. Also, I'm stating this outright: OG Yuri had the superior look. That's the face I always imagine on him, even in the reboot lmao

Very special thanks to my beloveds @sofasoap, @nrdmssgs, and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot, who gave me the encouragement and support I needed to finally start this series <3

The fluorescent lights overhead provide no comfort to the woman pacing in the corridor, the incessant buzzing the only sound accompanying the soft clacking of the heels of her boots against the tile floor. She wrings her hands, sore from hours of repeating the same motions in an attempt to provide herself some relief from the thoughts plaguing her.

Running through the same scenario. The same five minutes, over and over again.

"Still here?" The familiar deep timbre of her teammate's voice startles her out of her thoughts, drawing her gaze to the man standing further down the hall.

"Of course." Mylène replies, the fatigue evident in her soft-spoken tone. She stands still as he approaches, stopping a few feet away.

"You been here all night?" Simon asks, stuffing one of his hands in his hoodie pocket and scratching at his cheek through the dark surgical mask obscuring the lower half of his face.

She hums, her gaze flitting to her feet as she absentmindedly toes at a speck of dirt on the otherwise pristine floor. "Yeah, got in at around nine. I was bouncing between rooms for a few hours, but I didn't want to risk waking them up, so I've been in the hall since..." She lifts her hand to glance at the watch on her wrist. "One, maybe one-thirty."

"Fucks sake, it's ten o' clock." He huffs in disbelief. "Assuming you haven't ate or drank anything but coffee. C'mon, let's go down to the cafeteria." He says, motioning with his head for her to follow him.

"I don't want to leave them, what if they need—"

"They’re in medically-induced comas, Leni. They're not waking up in the thirty minutes we'll be gone." He states, matter-of-fact.

Those five minutes flash through her mind again. And again. And again. Had she done enough? Was she quick enough? If she prioritized reaching her teammates in distress instead of securing a safe route for herself and her squad, would things have gone differently?

How much of a difference can thirty seconds make?

"Did I do enough?" Mylène mutters, her voice wavering.

She wasn't one easily shaken – she can remember every single moment she's ever been paralyzed with fear, ever been racked and weighed down with doubt and worry, ever hesitated and had to pay the price for it. She could count those moments on one hand. This was easily one of the worst.

"You saved their lives." Simon comments, the shift in his stance showing his discomfort at even acknowledging they needed to be saved. "Y'had Johnny and Mini's mum crying in your arms thanking you for saving her kids. Don't think you have any reason to doubt yourself."

A heavy breath escapes her, dissipating into the air between them.

"Take this to hell with you, captain." The warning faintly plays through the petra's radio, echoing through her teammates radios as they make their way through the tunnels. She was constantly fighting the urge to break out into a dead sprint, the sounds of gunfire only adding to the anxiety buzzing underneath her skin.

"Never bury your enemies alive."

She could tell they were getting close, the commotion reaching her ears unfiltered. With Ghost and Gaz hurrying alongside her, she knew they could clear a path through the Konni soldiers guarding the area without issue, but it was the battle raging beyond them that had the trio moving faster with each step.

After rounding a corner, everything suddenly came into view. Price, lying on the ground half-concussed, with Mini lying flat on her back some paces away. Soap was on a knee, clutching the arm of the man they were sent here to hunt down in the first place.

The man who seemed to haunt her every move, forcing her to make space for him in the back of her mind. The one responsible for her being dragged back into the field after she thought she was done, the one behind so much of the destruction she was always running to clean up. The one with a gun pointed at Soap's temple, his finger comfortably resting on the trigger.

'There's no time to hesitate.' Petra lifts her sidearm, her rifle's magazine having run empty with no time to reload on the way, and aims towards him.

It was like everything slowed, her heart erratically beating against her ribcage as the blood continues to rush to her ears. Her sightline narrows, focused only on Makarov as she lines up the shot. What felt like half a minute was, in reality, a mere breath before she pulls the trigger in a reckless move that she would have scolded anyone else for attempting.

The single bullet that she fires whizzes past her allies, missing the intended target – his skull – and burying itself in the hand wrapped around his pistol.

The world caught back up to speed as Makarov suddenly withdraws with a low cry, a mixture of shock and pain. Soap falls back on the ground alongside the pistol that previously hovered just above his skin, the commander gripping his hand tight as he instinctively backs away from the group.

The pair lock eyes in the second it takes for his reinforcements to arrive, dark bistre meeting mismatched watercolors in a fleeting glance before it was broken by a new wave of gunfire as Ghost, Gaz, and a semi-recovered Price fire on the soldiers.

Makarov slips away on a train coming through, leaving the group to pick up the pieces of the mission-gone-wrong after dispatching the rest of the enemies.

"Captain, we need to do this together!" Gaz was kneeling in front of the dirty bomb, trying to hurry Price, still sluggish, over to help him disarm it.

Petra’s attention flits between the pair of siblings on the ground, her body running on pure muscle memory as she drops down next to Soap. "I'm gonna need your help here, Ghost!" She slings her bag onto the ground next to her, barely sparing the masked man a look as she directs him to go to the younger MacTavish.

"I don't have any supplies—" He tries to protest, kneeling down next to the barely-conscious Mini.

"And I don't have two bodies to take care of them both," She rebuts, already in the process of tearing off Soap's gear so she could start to patch up his several wounds. "Just apply pressure on the worst of it and try to keep her awake."

Soap's eyes crack open, seas of blue staring up at her. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but a ragged breath is all that falls from his parted lips when he tries to force the words out.

"It's okay, Johnny," She shushes him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder when he tries to shift. "Save your strength, I've got it handled from here." She adds. Petra wasn't certain if she was trying to comfort soap or herself.

The reassurance settles him enough that she can work, the small bag of supplies that she could afford to bring along proving to be barely enough to buy him more time. Nonetheless, she pulls back after staunching the bleeding and sends a look towards Price and Gaz.

"I've done all I can do." She states, pursing her lips as she shifts her focus to her other teammate-in-need.

"I'll send for medics. Ghost, Gaz, get him back up to street level. I'll stay here with the girls." Price nods towards the pair, who leap into action before he even finishes giving the command.

Petra kneels down next to the younger woman, her heart clenching at her pained expression. She considers Mini a sister as much as she considers Soap a brother – Soap could take a bullet better than his sister could, though, and Mini had managed to get herself shot even more than he did.

"I'm here, sweetheart." She murmurs, her usually-steady hands shaking as she carefully strips off Mini's gear.

"Johnny..." She gasps, the tears gathered at her waterline streaking down her cheeks after she squeezed her hazy eyes shut. "Is he..." She trails off with a ragged whimper.

"He'll be okay, let's just worry about you for right now." Petra speaks in a low tone, one she usually reserves for the younger patients she comes across, or for those unfortunate enough to spend their last moments in her arms. "We're gonna get you out of here, too. Just stay awake for me, all right?"

Mini gives a small nod, her bottom lip drawn tight between her teeth as the older woman tries to stabilize her. Price silently stands over the pair like a sentinel, nearly forgetting his own wounds for the sake of staying alert enough to keep them safe.

Mylène's hands clench into tight fists at her sides. Even after scrubbing them until her skin turned an angry red and ached, she could feel their blood staining her hands. Sticky, viscous, a deep scarlet standing out against pale flesh. Her stomach churns at the thought of it, bile rising in her throat as she recalls the way the captain wiped her hands clean on the helicopter when she was sitting frozen and staring at them.

Begrudgingly, she follows Simon to the quiet cafeteria. Her mind is anywhere but the present, even as he gently nudges her to sit at one of the empty tables and mutters something about fetching her something to eat.

It was as if everything happened too slowly and too quickly at the same time. Konni starting their barrage of attacks against Urzikstan and their allies, Makarov breaking out of prison, the constant sprint to try and get ahead of him, casualty after casualty lining the streets and threatening to pin her to the bloodstained asphalt alongside them. The task force had few people they could trust and even fewer who could support them; after Price's hasty execution of General Shepherd, albeit well deserved and long overdue, they had burned several of their bridges, too.

She rests her elbows on the table, her head dropping to rest in her palms. A throbbing pain ebbs and flows behind her eyes, blossoming from her temples and wrapping all the way around her skull.

Three weeks since they failed to kill Makarov in london. Three weeks since Johnny and Freya were placed in the intensive care unit. Three weeks since she's managed to get more than a few hours of restless sleep at night.

When would it be enough?

"The old man said he talked to Laswell recently." Simon comments as he sets a small tray down in front of her.

"Give any details on what they talked about?" Mylène hums, quietly thanking him after lifting her head up again. Her stomach growls, reminding her of how long it's been since she consumed anything but crappy black coffee.

He sits across from her with his own cup cradled between his calloused hands, his filled with the aforementioned crappy coffee while hers is filled with water – he gives her a very pointed look when she cocks a brow at it, a silent warning that they both knew he couldn't hope to enforce. Still, she concedes with a tight-lipped smile.

"Given how we're two down at the moment," He mutters after lowering his mask to take a long drink, a deep sigh escaping him. "He and Laswell are thinkin' of splitting us up, trying to cover more fronts."

"I'd think they'd be turning to the few allies we've still got." She comments through a mouthful of sandwich. "They may be somewhat restricted in their movements, but we've got Farah's forces and the Vaqueros on our side. Could probably call in some favors with Chimera, too." She comments, pointing her sandwich at Simon as she blinks at him.

"Don't point that at me." He bluntly states in mock offense, his eyes creased at the edges and giving away the shit-eating grin he was wearing under his mask. "But, that's what they were plannin' anyway. splitting us up to put us with allies."

"Who are they considering?" She asks, lowering her food.

"It's tentative, but I think Price said something about putting me and Riot with the Vaqueros, sending Gaz and himself to work with Farah and Alex, and letting Laswell handle your assignment." He says slowly, with a nonchalant shrug.

Mylène's forehead creases as her brows knit together. "Why the ambiguity with me specifically?"

"My guess? She's wanting to put you on something special." He sits back in his seat. "Like how she stole you for meeting that contact in Verdansk." He adds.

"That'd mean working with Nikolai again." She mirrors him, tapping her short nails against the tabletop. "Can't imagine what she'd be sending me after other than Makarov’s chemical weapons operations, but I don't see how Nik could help with those outside of transport."

"What about that contact? Didn't you say he gave you some... files or whatever, related to Barkov's research?" Simon vaguely waves with his hand, only half-remembering the story she told the team after Laswell dragged her to Arklov Base.

"Colonel Volkov, right..." Mylène clears her throat and reaches for her water. "He might provide useful, but just the information he provided at Arklov posed a major threat to himself. What are the chances of him taking that risk again?" She ponders out loud, chuckling softly.

Simon huffs. "Think anyone with their sanity intact would be willing to take the risk after what Makarov's done with that research."

"You've got me there." She chirps, circling the rim of her cup with her index finger. "I'll give her a call, see if i can't find out more details myself." She murmurs with an affirmative nod.

"No need, Price said she's coming to meet with you in about an hour or so."

"Godverdomme— you should have started with that, Simon!" She grumbles, pushing back from the table and nearly knocking her chair over in her haste.

At least a special assignment would give her something to distract herself with. She just needed to make herself useful – Johnny and Freya were doing their jobs by hanging in there, now it was time for Mylène to do her part.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #mw3 #cod mwiii #cod fic #cod fanfic #cod original character #cod oc #cod ocs #cod yuri #yuri volkov #yuri volkov x oc #petrayuri #mylène “petra” scholten de ridder #freya “mini” mactavish #sylph.writes

[spacedoutman]

Never too young to die | Oc X Velvet von Ragnar (Part 2)

Qwerty lang brainrot ):(

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Warnings: Violence and some pretty gorey implications

BOOM!!! Metal spiraled through the air, followed by flames that dyed the sky red. Trees crashed together hard enough to fall like dominoes. Everything flashed white. There wasn’t a thought in Leni’s head the searing ringing could drown out. Boiling air combed over, flooding behind the flimsy wall the agents were practically pasted against.

Leni crouched a bit more, easing the bramble out of her way.

“Count it as a success, Stargrove.” She faltered, probably slurring like a drunken donkey. It wasn’t like she could hear.

She glared at the warehouse door like a hawk. That wasn’t even close to what it was anymore, at least. The ringing faded. Her heart slowed like it flew down a roller coaster. “Great.” Drew crackled over the ear piece. “How’s it looking now?” Leni stared into the larger-than-life crater in the wall which acted as a doorway to a pitch black void.

“I don’t hear anything.” She raised her trembling hand to her ear. “Keep your distance, Drew.”

“Right. Give the signal when you’re ready, everyone’s waiting on you. Stargrove out.”

She flicked off the device, taking one slow breath after the other and turning back to the agents behind her. Their camo uniforms blended in with the dead bushes poking them, each clutching their guns like life support. Sweat barreled down Leni’s face. Their quiet breaths broke the otherwise dead silence. Leni straightened her sleeves.

“Athanasiou, stay down.” She said in a low voice. “We..” The ground rumbled like it would cave in at any minute. “Nevermind that. Stay as low as a crushed bug.”

Dennis nodded quickly, wrapping his bag in his arms like a baby. She turned back to the door, getting down a little more. She held her rifle close to her chest, fiddling with the trigger. Her ribs caged her lungs. Her heart thudded in her throat. She swallowed hard, relaxing her shoulders even though that dark cloud of dread loomed thick overhead.

The warehouse coughed up muffled whistles. Leni balanced the rifle on her leg and stuck one hand in her pocket, fumbling around. She furrowed her brows a bit. The bramble crackled as the other agents positioned themselves. The ground trembled hard enough to topple them all in one go. Leni snatched her rifle. The sun beat like they were in hell—speaking of, the ‘mouth of the cave’ poorly glowed.

Those whistles boomed into whooping and hollering so loud it should’ve collapsed the warehouse. ‘One, two, three.. one, two, three.. one, two’ Leni counted in her head over and over. Before she could count to ten (if she was even going to), a sea of hammers, torches, machetes, machine guns to anything you could name sparkled like red against grey.

The ‘punks’ swamped the clearing like stirred silt in a crystal clear lake. Their hair was outlandish and their clothes looked straight off the set of an apocalypse movie. Leni jammed her hand in her pocket. The crowd chanted animal-like war cries. Leni narrowed her eyes, leaning a smidge closer. The ’punks’ looked around as if this was the biggest let down of their lives.

Leni raised a little device to her ear, keeping an eye on whichever one she could make out.

“There’s not a soul out here.” A gruff man crackled in her ear. “It doesn’t seem like it at least. Damnit.”

“Then who could’ve done this?” Another snapped back. “I didn’t get my ass up and drag myself all the way out here for nothing.”

“Eh, whatever. We’ll just send out a few scouts. It’ll be fine.” He dismissed.

“Fuck you.”

Leni lowered the device. “You’ even blink?” A playful voice bugged. She looked over her shoulder. Jess smirked, leaning close on all fours. “Give us the news.”

“They don’t suspect us.” Leni replied in a low voice, shoving the device into her pocket. “Give it a couple more minutes.”

The weapons lowering was as grand as the sunset. Leni fiddled a little harder with the trigger. Jess leaned back. Leni just knew he wore his wide, toothy grin. She pulled out the device and stuck it to her ear.

“I’m so done with all of this.” A voice groaned. “Let’s go inside, the lot of ya’!” He called out, the crowd around him arguing like one had commit murder. (They all probably had)

The crowd turned. Leni narrowed her eyes, composing herself and pulling a whistle from her pocket. What seemed like a million heads turned as it pierced the quiet. Then? Bullets rained like hell from the woods. ‘Punks’ stumbled back, only a few of them toppling into the mud. “Ear protection, am I right?!” Jess yelled enthusiastically, popping over cover.

The others fired away. Leni shot up, fired a few good shots and popped down. Bullets whizzed overhead, zipping in her ear like they would over speakers. She glanced over to Hira, who blind fired over the short wall. The sun was so hot she’d melt. The bald branches did nothing to fight it as a sharp stench smothered her.

Sweat pooled down her temple. Leni clenched her jaw, focusing on her breathing. It was a turkey shoot. She bit her lip. She stuffed whatever she was feeling under the rug and popped over cover and shot off a few more rounds. The punks scrambled in confusion, darting from place to place like a herd.

Or was it being everywhere all at once too much to handle? Others caught on and charged the forest like zombies, barely stumbling as bullets hit. Leni grit her teeth and popped back down, reloading quick as her light and shaky hands would let her. Her sweat-drenched palms didn’t help either. She took a sharp breath, said a silent prayer and popped over again.

BOOM! A tree burst into flames. The ‘punk’ with the bazooka also exploded. Machine guns opened up like a full-fledged battle-field. It all started to blur. She fired off shots and soon enough, she only did here and there? Or did she? She would’ve remembered in the moment. Before she could count to five, soldiers barreled into the clearing, crashing against the warehouse and firing around the corners.

Quiet flooded in as quickly as it left—besides a few scattered gunshots. Leni composed herself.

“Stargrove in. How does it look, Leni?”

“Fine. Over there?” She said in a hushed voice. Out of breath. He sounded the same way, if not, worse.

“We got em.” She could hear his cocky-ass smirk as well. “I’m going in.”

Leni could wait years. “I’ll meet you there.” She said, eyeing the soldiers. More flicked on their rifle-flashlights and headed into the void.

“Right. Stargrove out.”

The agents crept out of the bush. Leni stepped up, clinging on to her straight face. Looking anywhere was better than the ground. The others followed behind. “See Drew anywhere?” Jess asked cynically—but still stayed humorous.

“I don’t see him anywhere.” Austin said through a lightly shaking voice.

“I guess that’s better for us.”

“We work together, Barbierie.” Hira’s voice was smothered by frustration. “I don’t understand what you have against him-”

“Drew should be meeting us here with Birdie, Underwood and Evans.” Leni assured as calmly as she possibly could.

“Should we wait for him or no?” Hira questioned. Leni stopped in front of a warehouse.

“We’ll wait for him inside.”

The soldiers watched like vultures. Dust stirred up in the little bit of light there was as the agents stepped in. The echoes of distant whispers surrounded them. Leni swept out her flashlight and flicked it on. It made a nice spotlight on black. “Over here.” A man called out. Leni’s head snapped just about.

She turned to the others and nodded. Dennis held his bag close. The group made it to another group of soldiers—just then, a familiar overly eager voice rang out.

“I thought you said you’d meet us there.” Drew sighed. “We could barely catch up with you!”

“Next time, do us all a favor and go a bit slower.” Lauren Underwood playfully opined.

Leni chuckled dismissively. A soldier stepped up, his eyes wide and as blank as a sheet. “The door’s over there.” He said calmly.

“Perfect.” Drew shrugged lightheartedly.

Leni turned around. Drew clutched his gun tight to his chest. His gaze retreated as his chin dropped and he scratched the thing like he would his arm. He swallowed hard. “They’re just behind those doors.” The soldier stated.

“Right.” Drew said boldly, breaking through a shaky voice. “Helena. Do you have the bromine?”

#gene simmons #never too young to die #velvet von ragnar #fanfiction #never too young to die fanfic #i am losing it #someone help me #is god real

[teaespensonawards]

Nominations - 1.20.19 - part 2

The last of our official nominations!

CONGRATULATIONS, ALL NOMINEES! 

So many last minute nominations. So. Many. I did this round of them for hooours in the wee hours of the morning, so if there are any mistakes or problems, please let me know, and I’ll fix it. Also, if there is a work that you don’t want on the list, or a change that needs to be made to title formatting (capitalization up or down, for instance), now is the time to let me know.

The list is... long. It’ll be behind a Read More this time because, yeah, so many. 

The full list of all nominees together will be posted within the next couple of days, so keep an eye out for that to give you an idea of what you might want to vote for!

Speaking of which - voting will begin on January 25th.

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Best Failed Date Ever, by @barpurplewrites (EVENTS - MONTHLY RUMBELLE (NON-SMUT))

True Nature, by @thestraggletag (FLUFF - COMFORT)

The Awakening, by @joylee56 (BEST DETECTIVE WEAVER)

The Mayor's Chair, by @worryinglyinnocent (FLUFF - BEST CHILD FIC)

Closing the Circle, by @emospritelet (SMUT - KINK)

In Heat, by @prissyhalliwell (SMUT - KINK)

Coming Home, by @scribbles-by-kate (SMUT - BEST AFTERLIFE SMUT)

Enchanted Tales with Belle, by @bad-faery (ANGST - HURTS SO GOOD)

Fever, by @celticheartedfangirl (ANGST - HURTS SO GOOD)

The Awakening, by @joylee56 (BEST WOVEN BEAUTY)

Ruby/Ariel, This Secret is Safe, by @thatravenclawbitch (BEST SIDE PAIRING)

Coming Home, by @scribbles-by-kate (BEST AFTERLIFE FIC)

Everyone Needs a Hobby, by @woodelf68 (BEST CRACK!FIC)

Home Again, by @ifishouldvanish (BEST WOOBIE!RUMPLE)

Hear Me Still, by @betweenpaperpages (BEST WOOBIE!RUMPLE)

Olivia Rose Gold, Star-Crossed, by @celticheartedfangirl (BEST OC RUMBELLE CHILD)

The Fire Down Below, by @woodelf68 (SMUT - PWP)

Let It Snow, by @standbyyourmantis (BEST OF MATURE)

A Match Made in Heaven, by @worryinglyinnocent (ROMANCE - BEST COURTSHIP)

Mistaken Identity, by @straggletag (BEST COMEDY FIC)

Command Me to Be Well, by @magnoliatattoo​ (BEST GOLDEN LACE)

Doppelganger, by @celticheartedfangirl​ (BEST WOVEN BEAUTY)

Astrid/Leroy, The Unresolved, by @of-princes-and-savages​ (BEST SIDE PAIRING)

Partners Beyond the Grave, by @wierdogal​ (BEST AFTERLIFE FIC)

Forgotten Lore, by @thestraggletag​ (BEST DARK ONE LORE FIC)

Leaves of Memory, by @0ceanofdarkness​ (FLUFF - REUNION)

Yes, Your Honor, by @celticheartedfangirl​ (SMUT - PWP)

A Dozen Roses, by @ladybookwormwithteeth (SMUT - BDSM)

The Plant Sitter, by @mrs-stiltskin​ (BEST ONE-SHOT)

Where is My Mind? 'verse, by @thatravenclawbitch​ (BEST SERIES)

The Midwinter Lady, by @lotus0kid​ (BEST HOLIDAY FIC)

The Housekeeper, by @b-does-the-write-thing​ (BEST REMIX)

Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent​ (FLUFF - REUNION)

Why Not?, by @betweenpaperpages​ (BEST ONE-SHOT)

Jenny Gold, Accidental Magic, by @woodelf68​ (BEST OC RUMBELLE CHILD)

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, by @justanoutlaw​ (ANGST - OOPS)

Spoils of War II, by @bad-faery​ (ANGST - OOPS)

First Christmas, by @boushh2187​ (BEST AFTERLIFE FIC)

The Darkness Within, by @worryinglyinnocent​ (BEST DARK ONE LORE FIC)

Tell Me About It, by @lotus0kid​ (SMUT - BDSM)

We'll Have to Muddle Through Somehow, by @thatravenclawbitch​ (ANGST - DEATH)

Things Unknown, by @bellegold​ (ANGST - DEATH)

All I Want for Christmas, by @timelordthirteen​ (ANGST - OOPS)

Kiss, by @nerdrumple​ (BEST DARK ONE)

Belle and Gold meet at grief counseling, by @lotus0kid​ (BEST MR. GOLD)

Counting Stars, by @galactic-pirates (BEST AU!GOLD/RUMPLE)

The Exchange, by @rumbellegem15​ (BEST BAELFIRE/NEAL)

The Ring, by @timelordthirteen​ (SMUT - BDSM)

Tiana/Merlin, Once Upon a Time in the West, by @joylee56​ (BEST SIDE PAIRING)

Dark Halves, by @worryinglyinnocent​ (BEST BOBBY SQUARED)

25 Fucking Stupid Writing Choices OUAT Made, by @celticheartedfangirl​ (BEST META)

@anonymousnerdgirl​ (BEST PROMPTER)

Beauty and the Baker, by @little-inkstone​ (EVENTS - RSS)

Puffin, by @beastlycheese​ (EVENTS - RCIJ)

Gideon chips the teacup, by @we-aim-to-misbehave​ (EVENTS - FLUFFAPALOOZA)

After Party, by @timelordthirteen​ (EVENTS - MONTHLY RUMBELLE (SMUT))

The Domestic Life of the Dark One and His Lady, as observed by Emma Swan, by @worryinglyinnocent​ (EVENTS - RUMBELLE IS HOPE)

Spin Me a Tale, by @ifishouldvanish​ (BEST BELLE)

First, Do No Harm, by @iatethebiscuit (BEST BOBBY SQUARED)

Alone for Christmas, by @winterswanderlust (EVENTS - RSS)

Picture Perfect Bride, by @idesignedthefjords (EVENTS - RSS)

Mission: Storybrooke, by @of-princes-and-savages (EVENTS - RCIJ)

Cruising Altitude, by @applejackcat (EVENTS - RCIJ)

With This Broom, I Thee Wed, by @joylee56 (EVENTS - FLUFFAPALOOZA)

Patience is an Overrated Virtue, by @worryinglyinnocent (EVENTS - MONTHLY RUMBELLE (SMUT))

Rumbelle planting their roses, by @rumbellecomic (EVENTS - RUMBELLE IS HOPE)

Hope for the Hollow, by @itssandgirl (EVENTS - RUMBELLE IS HOPE)

Ties of Blood, by @thestraggletag (BEST BELLE)

So A Lawyer Walks into a Bar, by @ifishouldvanish (BEST LACEY)

The Pages in Between, by @thatravenclawbitch (BEST AU BELLE)

The Fog of Mars, by @barpurplewrites (EVENTS - MONTHLY RUMBELLE (SMUT))

Her Heart, by @lotus0kid (BEST BELLE)

Command Me to Be Well, by @magnoliatattoo (BEST LACEY)

Vodka and Peppermint, by @thatravenclawbitch (BEST LACEY)

Making a Splash, by @ifishouldvanish (SMUT - ROMANCE)

Take Me Lost, Make Me Found, by @thatravenclawbitch (SMUT - PWP)

Belle and Gold meet at grief counseling, by @lotus0kid (ANGST - DEATH)

Vigilante Rose, by @elanorjane (BEST DETECTIVE WEAVER)

Doppelganger, by @celticheartedfangirl (BEST DETECTIVE WEAVER)

Deseo, by @thestraggletag (BEST DARK ONE)

Disrupted, by @theoneandonlylittlebird (BEST MR. GOLD)

Dark Heart, by @emospritelet (BEST MR. GOLD)

Something Old, Something New, by @winterswanderlust (RATING - BEST OF MATURE)

The Image of Her, by @mareyshelley (BEST HISTORICAL AU)

Finding Home, by @thecompletebookworm (BEST SPINNER!RUMPLE)

First, Do No Harm, by @iatethebiscuit (BEST DETECTIVE WEAVER)

Closing the Circle, by @emospritelet (BEST AU!GOLD/RUMPLE)

Where the Sea Takes You, by @thecompletebookworm (BEST ONE-SHOT)

I Must Be Warmer Now, by @ifishouldvanish (BEST GOLDEN LACE)

Terrific, by @lotus0kid (BEST DARK CASTLE)

The Moment of Truth, by @leni-ba (BEST STORYBROOKE)

Vigilante Rose, by @elanorjane (BEST WOVEN BEAUTY)

The Darkness Within, by @worryinglyinnocent (BEST SUPERNATURAL)

Soul Deep, by @barpurplewrites (BEST DARK ONE)

A Visit from St. Nick, by @betweenpaperpages (BEST MR. GOLD)

Tabitha, A Life Worth Living, by @woodelf68 (BEST OC RUMBELLE CHILD)

The Plus One, by @joylee56 (BEST SPINNER!RUMPLE))

The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin (BEST SPINNER!RUMPLE)

@b-does-the-write-thing (BEST AUTHOR)

Detective Weaver, by @ripperblackstaff (ART - BEST USE OF COLOR)

Tale As Old As Time, by @wondertwinc (ART - BEST VIDEO)

Trust, by @virgidearie (ART - BEST SMUTTY ART)

Glitch!Rumple, by @nropay (ART - BEST DARK ONE FORM)

Dark Castle, magic mishap, blankets, by @jenitosam (ART - BEST FLUFF ART)

Mer!Rumple with a Mer!Belle, by @foxmurphy (ART - BEST AU IN ART)

Detective Weaver - then and now, by @virgidearie (ART - GRAPHIC ART - GIFS)

Telephone speech from 2x16, by @agentsphilinda (ART - GRAPHIC ART - GIFS)

Papafire art (i'll find you bae), by @nropay (ART - BEST USE OF COLOR)

Fan Art Travel Book, by @ripperblackstaff (ART - BEST FAN ART)

Shut Up and Dance, by @darkinerry (ART - BEST VIDEO)

Papafire art (i'll find you bae), by @nropay (ART - BEST GRAPHIC ART - STILL IMAGE)

Don't worry pop, i'll take care of mum/we'll meet again, by @nropay (ART - BEST FAN ART)

Color, Brilliance, and Strangeness, by @ifishouldvanish (ART - GRAPHIC ART - GIFS)

Rumplestiltskin's 5 different personas, by @ripperblackstaff (ART - BEST USE OF COLOR)

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