#i made a little note in his bio for whoever sold him in case it was an accident

[taksony-fr]

So. I found this fully gened G1 obby recently for stupid cheap. He’s bred. None unnamed. And has some Lovely Colors.

Anywho. I’m thinking about giving him a new gene or two to polish his look and giving him art and selling him out back into the world for a proper home. So, which scry looks best? :3c (First is current! and ID #70117304 if you want to throw a suggestion!)

[gingerwritess]

hey so it's november 1 and I put up our Christmas tree already so I'm ready for... chRisTmAs FicS

it is most definitely no longer november 1st, but alas, i just now got around to posting it so here we are, pretending it’s the first :))

just a lil something to tide y’all over until i get back to really writing! (and answering asks oml i’ll be there soon i promise i’m not ignoring you)

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“Forgot my keys!”

You’re too cheery, brighter than the twinkling lights strung wall to wall.

“Don’t mind me,” you chirp, skipping past him, “just gotta go get ‘em from my office.”

And as expected, you turn and prance right back over to Loki’s room.

“Just say you’re going back to Loki’s,” Tony calls out after you. “You’re not fooling anyone! Own up to it!”

Loki’s door opens, a pale hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you disappear through the doorway with a giggle.

You’re awfully forgetful today, already having had to return twice before this time to get…your wallet? Your water bottle, maybe?

Doesn’t matter. You just went back to Loki each time anyways.

Tony’s not mad about it, you’re free to roam about the tower as you please, free to see whoever you wish to see. Plus, it’s comforting to see the bitter god all happy and giggly and flustered some times; reassures the rest of them that he’s…alright.

Not that he’s seen any of that, though. He just assumes.

The door opens again and Loki’s laughing, a surprisingly warm sound rolling out into the hallway as you jingle your keys and blow him a kiss.

Tony, lounging on one of the couches in the main lounge, lowers his tablet just a tad.

Only half-disinterested, he keeps a wary eye on you as Loki leans in behind you to murmur something in your ear. You, a bit to his surprise, only laugh, turn around, and kiss Loki on the cheek.

So the god of mischief does blush.

“Get a room,” Tony drones, quickly hiding behind his tablet again. “I don’t need to see this.”

Loki narrows his eyes. “I have a room. We have a room, clearly—”

You hurriedly whisper to him something about it being an expression, and Loki’s voice stops.

“Oh, well, in that case…”

“I have to go,” you laugh, no doubt pushing away the god’s reinvigorated, shameless advances. “C’mon, you already called me back here three times, lemme go…”

Ah, Tony notes silently, biting back his grin. He called you. Busted.

Loki, from what he can hear, has now resorted to making excuses—not quite pleading, though an argument could be made for…almost sort of begging.

“It’s too cold,” he argues, grabbing you around the waist when you try again to walk away, stifling your laughter in your hand. “I can’t let you leave in this weather, I can’t.”

“Give me one of your coats, then.” You smile and cross your arms in the doorway, intent on not going back—well, pretty intent. Not completely sold, though.

Loki heaves a great sigh before sulking back into his room, grabbing his coat off a chair. “Here.” Holding it for you, he helps you slip into the thick felted fabric, then he steps back and stares.

“Well, there’s no way you’re leaving looking like this.”

“Watch me,” you grin.

You move to walk away, getting about two steps away…only to be grabbed by the hand and twirled back to the doorway.

“You forgot something.”

Tony blanches.

“Very cliché, Rudolph.”

“Stark,” Loki snaps, his hold on you still tight, “feel free to leave.”

Tony just rolls his eyes and goes back to his tablet—starting to wish Pepper were here to cuddle up with him.

There’s a few whispered words and quiet giggles from the doorway until you, wrought with laughter and clearly not having much luck actually leaving, double over with a snort.

“Mistletoe, Loki??”

A grin tugs at Tony’s face, but he doesn’t look up. Let him have his moment, he’s trying.

“You big dork,” you laugh, ignoring Loki’s stammered attempts to backtrack. “Just kiss me, okay?

“Well, it’s tradition,” he grumbles. “I’m sorry for trying to conform to your holiday standards, I thought you would want this!”

“It’s very cute and unlike you, and I absolutely do want this,” you assure him, taking his face in your hands with a grin. “But…”

Tony cranes his neck, against his better judgement still wanting to hear this interaction when you lower your voice.

First, though, you kiss him, hard and on the mouth and Loki flushes a deep red, mumbling something about Tony still watching like a perverted Midgardian—not that you seem to mind, surging forward to deepen the kiss to a damn near unholy level before pulling away with a smack.

“Norns, that was…”

“Hey,” you laugh, patting his cool cheek, “the first mistletoe kiss of the season has to be good.”

Then you turn and prance out the door, beaming, jingling your keys in your hand as you wave goodbye to him.

Loki’s a bit stunned, Tony can safely say.

He clicks off the tablet and stands to stretch with a sigh, grinning over at the god still staring in the doorway.

“You alright there, Rudolph?”

Loki swallows thickly, tongue quickly darting out to whet his lips. “Y-yes.”

Tony nods, trying but failing not to laugh at the god’s wide, shocked eyes staring after you. “It’s good to see you blush, bud. In the most un-creepy way possibly, that was really sweet to watch.”

“You disgust me, Stark.”

“There he is.” Tony grins and claps a hand on Loki’s shoulder—which he promptly smacks away, so Tony takes his hint to leave.

But Loki calls out to him before he’s reached the elevator.

“She laughed,” he blurts, and Tony turns around with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah? That’s a good thing.”

Loki grabs the small clump of mistletoe hanging from his doorway, his cheeks nearly as red as the bow tied around the leaves, and holds it up for Tony to see.

“Which part of this did I do wrong?”

Tony can’t help but laugh, quickly waving away Loki’s concern before it becomes anger at even more mockery.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he snorts. “I think…well, it’s only November first.”

“Yes, and??”

“You nailed the mistletoe,” Tony reassures him. “I think she was just a little surprised at how early you played the mistletoe card, but for the record, I’m really, really impressed by your enthusiasm.”

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