#How to care for a capuchin monkey

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Black Capuchin Monkey for Sale – Prety Exotic USA & Canada

If you're searching for a black capuchin monkey for sale, Prety Exotic is one of the most reliable suppliers in both the United States and Canada. Known for their intelligent behavior and long lifespans, black capuchins can make fascinating companions.

This guide covers everything you need to know — where to buy, legalities, care requirements, and what makes Prety Exotic a trusted source.

Why Choose a Black Capuchin Monkey as a Pet?

Black capuchins are among the most intelligent and trainable monkeys. With proper care, they can live up to 40 years. Their expressive faces, problem-solving abilities, and social nature make them highly interactive pets.

These primates require attention and structured environments. They’re not like cats or dogs. They crave stimulation, social bonding, and consistent routines. When well-cared for, they often develop strong bonds with their owners.

Capuchins are small, typically weighing 3 to 9 pounds. They’re agile, playful, and curious. While they’re adorable, they also need space to explore and safe areas to climb.

They do best in homes where someone is present most of the day. They’re not ideal for owners seeking a low-maintenance pet. They need daily enrichment, a specialized diet, and a clean, secure environment.

If you're ready for a serious commitment, a black capuchin can be a once-in-a-lifetime companion. But it’s essential to buy from a licensed, ethical breeder.

That’s where Prety Exotic comes in.

Trusted Supplier: Prety Exotic in the USA and Canada

Prety Exotic’s Reputation and Service

Prety Exotic has established itself as a leading exotic animal supplier with a reputation for legal, ethical sourcing and expert customer care.

They specialize in providing healthy, well-socialized black capuchins, raised under regulated, humane conditions.

All monkeys come with proper documentation, vaccination records, and support for first-time buyers. Prety Exotic ensures that each animal is properly weaned, behaviorally assessed, and cleared by a licensed vet before delivery.

Customers praise the platform for smooth communication, transparent policies, and fast shipping logistics across the US and Canada.

Whether you're a first-time buyer or an experienced exotic pet owner, Prety Exotic guides you at every step — from legal paperwork to safe acclimation in your home.

Visit the product page for real-time availability.

How to Order Through Prety Exotic

Visit the Website: Go to the official listing.

Submit a Request: Fill out the form or use the contact feature for direct questions.

Legal Check: Prety Exotic helps verify your local and state laws.

Finalize Purchase: Complete payment and documentation.

Delivery: Shipping or pickup arranged based on your location.

Every step is designed to be simple, legal, and transparent.

Legal Requirements for Owning a Capuchin Monkey

Before buying, research state or provincial laws. In the US, monkey ownership laws vary:

Legal in some states with a permit (e.g., Florida, Texas)

Banned in others (e.g., California, New York)

In Canada, provinces like Ontario have loose laws, while others strictly ban primate ownership. Local city bylaws may also apply.

Prety Exotic helps ensure buyers meet all legal criteria. This includes import/export paperwork, health certifications, and permit guidance.

Owning a capuchin without permits can lead to confiscation and legal fines. Always confirm legality with your local authorities.

Ethical breeders like Prety Exotic will not sell without ensuring compliance.

Cost and Ongoing Care Needs

Price Range

A black capuchin monkey from Prety Exotic typically costs between $8,000–$12,000. This price reflects breeding, vetting, documentation, and socialization.

Ongoing Costs

Expect additional monthly costs:

Diet (fruits, vegetables, monkey biscuits): $100–$200/month

Vet care: $300–$1,000 annually

Enclosure and enrichment toys: One-time cost of $1,000+

Insurance and permits (where applicable)

These monkeys need more than love. They need structure, space, and specialized care.

Avoid impulsive buying. Plan long-term.

Is a Capuchin Monkey the Right Pet for You?

Capuchins require time, energy, and resources. They're not a fit for everyone.

Best suited for:

Stay-at-home individuals

Those with exotic animal experience

Households with no small children

People committed to long-term pet care

Not suited for:

Busy professionals

People looking for low-maintenance pets

Renters with pet restrictions

A capuchin monkey is like adopting a toddler — for decades.

Think ahead. Consult professionals. Make an informed choice.

Final Thoughts

Buying a black capuchin monkey is a major decision. But with the right knowledge and a reputable source like Prety Exotic, it’s a process you can navigate legally and confidently.

Prety Exotic simplifies the buying experience while prioritizing animal welfare and legal compliance.

If you're ready for the responsibility, your future capuchin companion awaits.

👉 Check availability and pricing here

[bellaxgiornata]

Because I've been sick almost nonstop since September, I decided to make headcanons this morning for all of our men about when they're sick that absolutely nobody asked for. So below the cut are some of my thoughts on how Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Jax Teller, and Michael Kinsella would act/react to feeling under the weather and being taken care of.

Matt Murdock

Matt would never admit to being sick when he first started coming down with something. Doesn't matter how many times you called him out on it, he would play it off like he's just fine. "Sweetheart, you know I don't get sick."

Despite your protests, he'd still throw on the Devil suit and go out at night running around on the rooftops trying to keep Hell's Kitchen safe, even if he's got a runny nose and the beginning of a sore throat - and his Devil voice would be even more painful to put on because of that.

But in the morning when Matt woke up, he'd be a miserable mess. He would become a full on baby Capuchin monkey, wrapping himself around you in bed in search of comfort almost immediately. And when he'd hear you open your mouth to tell him "I told you so," he'd stop you with his nasally, "Don't even say it, sweetheart" before he buried his face against your neck and groaned in agony.

And he would be in agony because of his heightened senses, but he'd also be a bit disoriented when he really came down with something. The illness symptoms would mess with him - head/sinus congestion would throw off his sense of smell, taste, and hearing, all things he's used to using in order to navigate the world around him. On top of all of that, sore throats would feel like he was genuinely swallowing glass, and while he's already used to his whole body constantly being in pain from what he puts it through, the whole body ache from illness would just be another thing to make him desperate for comfort.

Matt is so used to no one caring for him since he's always the one looking out for the whole of Hell's Kitchen, that you'd most likely see a few genuine tears shed as you brought him glasses of water and medicine throughout the day (that he would make the most ridiculous faces at the flavor of). And you'd be subjected to repeated thank you's murmured against your skin because he'd be clinging to you wherever you went in the apartment for the duration of his illness.

Frank Castle

It would always be difficult to tell when Frank was coming down with something because the man would never admit to it. He'd still be waking up at the ass crack of dawn making a pot of coffee and going about his day like usual without giving a single thing away that let you know that he wasn't feeling good. So you'd have to learn the signs yourself - extra tissues suddenly filling the garbage, the sight of him wearing hoodies around the house when you know he already runs hot, showers that last just a few minutes longer than usual as if he was using the steam to clear up his congestion.

He'd deny it vehemently if you called him out on coming down with something, getting a deep furrow between his brows and that particular tone to his voice that always gave him away because it was just too sharp. "I'm not goddamn sick, honey. Stop fussin' over me, would ya?"

And he absolutely would hate it if you fussed over him. Trying to get him to take some medicine? "Don't need that shit. Told you I'm fine, alright?" Trying to take his temperature? You'd have to fight him to put the damn thing in his mouth for at least five minutes first and he'd be grumbling the whole time (and you'd have to keep reminding him to keep his mouth shut so you could get an accurate reading). Telling him to stay in bed or on the couch to rest for the day? You'd catch him out of the corner of your eye carrying a tool box through the house and have to do a double take and tell him to go sit down. "Tired of sitting down, doll, I've been doing it all damn day! "It's been twenty minutes, Frank! GO LAY BACK DOWN!" Bringing him tea with some honey and lemon in it to soothe his throat? "The hell is this shit? You know I only drink black coffee."

Frank is used to just powering through illness because of his time in the marines. His mentality is that he's got a job to do and he's going to do it, he doesn't want to sit around all day taking medicine and sleeping, he wants to be up and taking care of you and things around the house and something so small like being sick isn't going to stop him from doing exactly that.

Jax Teller

Even sick with a cold, Jax would still be stubborn as hell. He'd wake up in the morning and roll out of bed before hopping in the shower with every intention of going to the clubhouse to deal with business for the day like nothing was wrong. Except he'd be moving slower than normal and communicating in strictly grunts and grumbles instead of his usual "Mornin', baby" sleepily and affectionately muttered against the back of your neck which you usually always either heard in bed as he's spooning you when you woke, while you're making the morning coffee in the kitchen, or as you're getting dressed for the day.

The only way you'd get Jax to stay home, take care of himself, and relax would be to out-logic him. "You know I gotta go in, darlin'. The guys need me, I've got shit to run. Can't just take a goddamn sick day, SAMCRO ain't like that." "And what happens when all of the patched members get sick, hmm? Or when all the girls at Diosa or Redwoody get sick and they can't film or fuck? Then what, Jackson? Chibs and Bobby can handle things today."

Jax would absolutely hate having to make the call to tell the guys he was taking a day at home because he's sick. He'd be sitting out on the back porch talking on the phone with a cigarette in his hand, rolling his eyes in irritation as they called him a pussy. But instead of some insult in return, you'd overhear him snap back with "Gotta problem with it? Then I'd like to see you take it up with my ol' lady, brother." And you'd know damn well that would have the guys quieting down because they knew better than to mess with you when it came to Jax's wellbeing.

Despite the fight he'd put up in the morning, Jax would actually love a whole day sitting around at home with you fussing over him. He'd be sprawled out on the couch with a lazy little grin on his lips as you brought him glasses of water, medicine, and soup all day. He'd chuckle warmly and always give you a "I'm fine, darlin', really," but deep down he'd be so goddamned pleased to have your constant attention. And he'd find any excuse to grab you and force you down on the couch to cuddle with him, sighing softly when your fingers gently carded through his hair as he held you close. But you can damn well bet that even sick, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to slide his hand down to palm you over your pants at some point, chuckling when you shot out a "You're sick, Jackson!" and responding with "Never too sick for that, baby."

Michael Kinsella

Michael would be the literal suffer in silence type. You'd know he was sick - he wouldn't deny it if you asked because he'd never lie to you - but he also wouldn't ask for any help. He'd still get up and try to do the laundry and dishes even when you tried to shoo him away to his bed. "M'fine, pet. Don't wanna leave ya to do everythin' fer me 'cause I'm comin' down with somethin'. S'no big deal, really."

He's not used to having someone wanting to fuss over him and care for him because no one in his family ever really has besides Birdy. Trying to take his temperature, bringing him soup that you made, and making sure he's taking medicine around the clock would have him feeling awkward, which would result in him always trying to brush you away because he feels like he's just adding to your list of chores for the day. And if there's anything Michael would hate, it's feeling like he's a burden, so you'd have to repeatedly reassure him that caring for him when he's sick is normal.

Michael would try to avoid you throughout the day as much as possible because he'd be worried about getting you sick, so much so that it would drive you nuts. "Sofa is fine, love. Don't wanna get my germs in the bedroom sleepin' in there." "Shouldn't be tryin' to kiss me, pet. Don't want ya catchin' what I have." "Ya shouldn't be sittin' out here with me watchin' television. I'd feel like shite if ya got sick 'cause of me, pet."

The Kinsellas would still be calling him while he was trying to rest at home and every time you heard the phone ring, you'd feel compelled to pull it out of his hands and tell them to leave him alone for the day. Because you know even sick, Michael would pull himself together to go help with whatever was asked of him for his family. But you would delight in telling them off for his sake - especially if it was Amanda.

[o-craven-canto]

Living species listed according to how closely related they are to us

(part 1; pictures from Wikipedia, species numbers mostly from Catalogue of Life)

Genus Pan, 2 species: chimpanzee, Pan troglodytes; bonobo, Pan paniscus. Our closest relatives.

2. Genus Gorilla, 2 species: western gorilla, Gorilla gorilla; eastern gorilla, Gorilla beringei

3. Genus Pongo, 3 species: orangutans

(We've reconstructed family Hominidae, the great apes, with a total of 8 species.)

4. Hylobatidae, 20 species: gibbons and siamangs

(We've reconstructed superfamily Hominoidea, apes, with 28 species total. We obviously share with them a great deal of physical similarities, including a lack of tail, a chest wider than it's deep, highly mobile shoulders, and very long childhood that requires extensive parental care and teaching.)

5. Cercopithecoidea, 161 species: the "Old World monkeys" of Africa and Asia, including macaques, baboons, vervets, langurs, colobuses, and proboscis monkeys

(We've reconstructed clade Catarrhina, which among other things all share 32 teeth in the same pattern, nostrils opening downward, and never having a prehensile tail, unlike...)

6. Platyrrhini, 182 species: the "New World monkeys" of South America, including spider and howler monkeys, marmosets, capuchins and squirrel monkeys

(We've reconstructed Anthropoidea, which share flat fingernails, a fused upper lip -- :) instead of :3 -- and a single-chamber uterus undergoing a menstrual cycle)

7. Tarsiiformes, 14 species: tarsiers

8. Strepsirrhini, 143 species: "prosimians", including lemurs, indris, bushbabies, lorises, and the ayé-ayé

(We've reconstructed order Primates, with about 500 species, which among other things share an omnivorous diet, a relatively large brain, fully prehensile hands, and bony eye orbits.)

9a. Scandentia, 23 species: tree shrews 9b. Dermoptera, 2 species: flying lemurs

Unclear which of these two groups is closest to Primates, or whether they form a clade of their own (Sundatheria). This and the next few links are based mainly on molecular evidence.

10. Glires, ca. 2500 species: Rodentia (including mice, rats, squirrels, marmots, beavers, porcupines, guinea pigs, and capybaras) + Lagomorpha (rabbits, hares, and pikas)

11. Laurasiatheria, ca. 2700 species: a very large and diverse group of mammals, including Carnivora (cats, dogs, hyenas, bears, weasels, seals and sea lions), Cetartiodactyla (ruminants, pigs, camels, hippopotami, whales, and dolphins), Perissodactyla (horses, tapirs, and rhinos), Chiroptera (bats), Pholidota (pangolins), Eulipotyphla (moles, shrews, and hedgehogs), and so on

12a. Xenarthra, 37 species: sloths, anteaters, and armadillos 12b. Afrotheria, 88 species: elephants, manatees, ardvaarks, hyraxes, tenrecs and golden moles

Again, these two may branch off in any order from our line.

(We've reconstructed Placentalia, the placentate mammals, with about 5900 species total.)

13. Marsupialia, 335 species: possums and opossums, kangaroos, wallabies, koalas, wombats, bandicoots, Tasmanian devils, and so on

(We've reconstructed Theria, a clade of mammals distinguished by having mammaries with nipples and XY sex chromosomes.)

14. Monotremata, 5 species: the platypus and echidnas

(We've reconstructed Mammalia, mammals, with about 6200 species total. Many distinguishing features, including milk glands, middle ear bones, isolating fur with various skin glands, and warm-bloodedness, a four-chambered heart, and differentiated teeth.)

(to be continued)

[starrclown]

SunBurst duo headcannons that I have but can't explain why I have them but it's special to me.

(Look at them yall <3<3<3)

Before Wukong got comfortable with Pigsy, he was really shy about asking Pigsy to keep his food cool because he can't eat hot food. Mk started to ask for cooler noodles for Wukong.

They switched hair colors once. Wukong had dark brown hair and Mk was ginger. Wukong didn't like it but Mk really liked his. Pigsy made him dye it back because no one got used to ginger Mk.

Mk doesn't like peaches. At all. Wukong tells him it's alright and that he doesn't have to eat them but Mk forces himself to out of respect.

Mk has seen half of Wukong's glamors off. Wukong is still too afraid to let them all drop.

Mk has absolutely dressed up as Wukong for Halloween.

Mk didn't know what grooming was so when Wukong kept trying to mess with his hair, he kept swatting him off. Wukong eventually stopped and didn't attempt again. Mk then later found out monkies groom to show love and he cried. (This actually happened to me! My cousin has a capuchin monkey named Debbie and she did this to me when I was like 8. I didn't get what she was doing so I kept swatting her off. I got SO upset when I found out what she was going.)

Mk is Wukongs emergency contact number in his phone.

Mk knows some of the baby monkies by name. He even got to name a newborn.

Mk and Wukong like to color together. They even made a coloring book together!

Wukong sometimes turns into a small bird or cat and hides in Mks gold cart so he can go on Mk's noodle runs.

Mk just hops on Wukong when he wants a piggy back ride. Wukong started doing I too so now they just piggy back ride on each other.

Mk sometimes has nightmares about Wukong getting possesed or Wukong being trapped in the scrolls. Wukong usually has to comfort him.

Mk gave Wukong his own headband. Wukong uses it as a ponytail holder when his hair gets to long.

Wukong bites everyone as a love language. Not hard, just a little nibble. He first did this to Mk during midway through season 2 and season 3. Mk was confused but kinda rolled with it.

Wukong wakes up and attempts to take care of himself. Brushing his hair, teeth, and getting his clothes. Mk wakes up, puts his headband on and just goes. No thoughts.

Those two watch cartoons for HOURS on end. They have little movie nights :)

Mk was caught so off guard when he found out Redson was Wukong's nephew.

Mk before he knew about glamors, wondered why Wukong didn't look like how he was described (4 foot, red eyes.) but he was to scared to ask.

Mk stills feel bad that he didn't have faith in Wukong when he met Macaque. Wukong doenst hold it against him, he gets it.

Mk sometimes wears gold eyeshadow to match Wukong's blue eyeshadow. Sometimes they switch it up and change colors. (Bai He, Mei, and Redson sometimes join.)

I found this in my drafts and wanted to post it. Live laugh love SunBurst Duo.

(If you like Soysause duo more then GET OUT 😡

/J.) (Kidding)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[n0t0lucky]

¤ Goatman / Jeffrey Bonavita ¤

~~General Headcanons~~

my first time doing something like that._. /im thirsty for past month in case of his content, art is not enough!!

¡enjoy!

》he loved working at Hawthorne Exotic Zoo from the stars, eaven before that for sure found stray dog and/or cat as his friends.

》At the beginning of that 'job' had issues with bigger animals during feeding time. Being cornered with a bucket of fish by few bears or tiped over by lions to take steaks just to fight for it among themselves.

》Huge, maybe not super tall, but he's visibly hunged, due to his problem with knook-knee and added weight of big horns, and space in the cage.

》 strong enough to lift a bear or two, did so in the past for sure.

》always wanted to go see the circus, but was threatened by Mr.G that they'll hurt him.

》when he was a bit older, would sneek out at night when Mr.Gardener was asleep, to see the performance at the Hullabaloo Circus.

》he has a dairy with each animal that was in the zoo, theyr own names, preferences, dislikes, specific way of acting and markings to ease recognision, probably gave it few times to his boss, who didn't had much use for it in the end ,and gave role of Beast Tamer to Jeffrey.

》i belive he likes to draw animals, so the notebook had to include some tiny sketchof of them.

》with time, as he helped around the zoo, he grew closer to animals than his caretaker, with resulted in seeing them as his real family and he was the one who needs to take care of them, He was just giveing them a place to be.

》 didn't had much experience with humans, observation was all he did, untill the "meet and great" era, where he lead guests to interact with animals under his guide, teaching mostly younger kids, how to imitate sounds and comunicate with sayd species.

》taught monkey capuchins and lemurs to fetch stuff for him, at the start it would be something simple like a pen, dairy, bag of snack; that would be handet half empty for some reason and keys.

》personally striked Mr.Gardener to dust, for everything he did to him and his 'family'

》Jeffrey is.. people say he's horrendous. But he wasnt always this way. was treated as one of the animals after longer period if being against Mr.Gardener's plans for the Zoo

》He loses control over himself at violet moon (werewolf stye would say). It is rare situation, once in two years, with could be reason of him being chained in the cage durning blue moons phases.

》durning that time, most shows woud be canceled, due too incressed agresion of all animals, including him. Zoned out, acting agresive toward his boss, resulting in being caged together with bigger critters.

》schackles on his wrist, head and ankle are a reminder of what happened, he lost his only family, yet it was a prison. Now, everyone from there is free.. expect him stuck at the mannor now.

》Jeffrey has PTSD, due to everything that happened, he's scared of closed off spaces. pretty ironic looking at his skills, but it triggers "fight or flight" in him. He once again trapped in a cage, having that boiling felling inside.. he needs to strike harder to get freed

》feeds local critters together with Bane at daily basics.

》definitely bff with Morro, both being keept in closure in the past, and haveing animal friends.

》befrends anyone in the manor who likes animals, no matter if they are hunter or survivor. He enjoys sharing his hobby with others.

》for sure has some Cat Lovers club activities on hunters side with Ann and Alva.

》never saw sooo huge Lizard, woud mistake Luchino at first for a comodo dragon in human clothes, will get stared at in disgust. but later happily will listen about all kinds of reptiles from both Professors and Reptilian and would share some of his experiences with haired animals at the zoo, to them.

》when he sees cat's scattered around the map during a match, Jeffrey's sure to give every single one a scratch if he sees one. Durnign chase, after downing survs, woud turn back to spot he saw one and pet it, then later chair his pray.

》Man plays on pan's flute, surely likes to do so in mannors garden, if noticed may apologize for disturbing who found him and move to different spot, he was main performer in Hawthorne Zoo, it is not stage fright.

》 if it's Antonio who noticed him, he will complement the melody and tr to recreate it on his violin. Ifit'ss Frederick.. he's definitely going to call out how bad the notes sound, and he would do it better, making Jeff simply stare at him coldly and walk away without a word. Until the next match..

》if you ask him to stay, he'll asks you if ther are any requests for him to play on the instrument.

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~Jeffrey simps ¤ Including Reader~

》 sometimes when you call him, instead of 'what is it?' or 'yes?' You get 'baah' or 'rawr' in responce. Embarrassed about it a bit, not letting you notice, but his ears turn slightly red and start to twitch.

》 not used to physical tough from a human.. but after some time he would not let you go. Could say he's a big cat, with horns ofcorse! you are traped in his grip, until he says so.

》 he has horns as we know, so prepare for some headbutts. Rare but not non-existing urge to smack something with his horns, may be reason he's hiting them with his hand so offten.

》seeing him without the uniform? Oh boy, hes covered in scars on his back. He doesn't like them, but you say they are beautiful and show how much he went through. Bonus: if you try to trace them, he shiverss slightly.

》 instead of kisses would simply rub noses together or his face against yours.

》loves going on night walks with you watching stars, listening to nature surrounding you both, that's what he always wished for; freedom.

If no one got my people, i got them! can we get an amen?

[vyoongi]

“she shall never take your place”

Summary: When Caracalla finds solace in his beloved monkey, Dondus, Geta struggles with his growing jealousy and the shifting dynamic between them. Pairing/relationship: Marcus Aurelius Antoninus | Emperor Caracalla/Publius Septimius Geta | Emperor Geta (Gladiator 2) Warnings: complicated family relationships. emotional tension and jealousy. historically inaccurate. Words: 855 Requested by anonymous! A/N: I didn't know if anon wanted something more romantic, so this was left as a platonic story. If you're reading this, I hope you like it. Also, I only know how to write sad things so I'm sorry.

It was one of those rare interludes when Caracalla’s turbulent thoughts calmed, the fever that often consumed him seemed subdued. His skin, still marked by the pallor of illness, was momentarily free from the signs of his deeper decay. His blue eyes, the troubled inheritance of a lineage steeped in power and legacy, regarded the small creature in his hands with an unusual serenity: Dondus, the always lively capuchin monkey with dark fur.

As Caracalla gently ran his fingers—habituated to the wielding of swords and the signing of death warrants—over Dondus’s back, an inconceivable tenderness emerged. Since childhood, animals had provided him with a solace that humans had never offered: a steadfast presence free from demands, judgments, or the treachery of whispered conspiracies. His father had instilled in him a deepseated mistrust, while his mother’s love had come wrapped in silk, yet sharp as a needle. Only Geta had served as a constant in his life, a safe harbor amid the storms of chaos. But Dondus was different—a small and delicate being that reminded him he could still hold something precious without crushing it.

From the entrance, Geta observed the scene, arms crossed over his tunic, his gaze filled with a mix of fascination and a darker sentiment that felt like a stone lodged in his sandal.

"It seems your new companion has driven me from your side," he finally spoke, his tone attempting levity, yet weighed with unspoken tension.

Caracalla looked up, a crooked smile playing on his pale lips. “Oh, brother, do not be foolish. Dondus does not scold me, nor does she regard me with eyes that see me as a martyr every time I act in a manner you deem improper. ”

Geta took several steps into the room, the evening light casting golden and shadowed hues upon him. "I do not see you as a martyr, but as a brother who has endured enough nights of fever and madness to feel concern when you cling to something so delicate."

At that moment, Dondus expertly climbed onto Caracalla’s shoulder, then scampered to one of the nearby columns, leaving the emperor’s hands empty. Caracalla watched the monkey wander away before turning his gaze back to Geta.

"Dondus does not expect me to be a god, a hero, or even a virtuous man. You, however… you expect this of me, even if you try to cloak it with words."

Geta let out a deep sigh and pressed his fingers to his forehead in exasperation. "I expect nothing from you, Caracalla, that is beyond your reach. But you cannot seek shelter in a creature to escape the darkness inside you"

"Why should I not?" Caracalla retorted, his voice thick with bitterness. "Men fear me, women despise me, and the senators murmur of my ruin over watered wine. Dondus knows naught of this. She cares not in the least."

A heavy silence descended between them, a weight born of unspoken words and the years wrapped in a tangled web of love and resentment. Over time, Caracalla's distrust had only deepened.

At last, Caracalla rose, his movements deliberate yet graceful, the fabric of his robes cascading over his thin frame. He approached Geta and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“You and she occupy different places in my life, brother," he said, his voice quieter, yet still heavy with meaning. "You are the root that keeps this ailing tree standing, while she... she is but a breath, a fleeting respite amidst the poison that runs through my veins. ”

Geta lowered his head slightly, absorbing the words with a hint of reluctance. He knew well that loving Caracalla was no easy task, not even for him, who had cherished and loved him since childhood, sharing not only their blood but also whispered secrets under the vast, starlit Roman sky. It wasn't that he had always been a flawed person; rather, his inherently sweet and childlike nature had been warped over the years. Caracalla underwent such drastic changes that, at some point in his life, he unwittingly broke Geta's heart.

Just then, little Dondus reappeared, dangling from a rope that hung from the ceiling. She squeaked softly, as if aware that their conversation had drawn to a close.

Caracalla let out a soft laugh, a sound rare for a man accustomed to wielding power and issuing commands with chilling ease.

“Come, Geta. Join me. For tonight, at least, let Rome burn without us. ”

Geta nodded and followed his brother as the sun dipped below the hills, painting the sky a deep crimson—an echo of the blood that bound the two sons of Septimius Severus.

The two figures slipped into the shadows of the palace, merging like spectres as their footsteps echoed in the quiet corridors. The Palace, with its grand mosaics depicting gods who seemed to silently observe the brothers, remained indifferent to the choices they made. For the first time in years, Geta felt a glimmer of hope—that his place in his brother’s life might be more significant than he had ever realized. Yet that hope was tinged with a pain he couldn't ignore.

[nioumin-draw]

Fact about William Lee ( HPMA) :

•he is so son of Barnaby Lee and Moona Lee ( nee Drawn)

• William been sorted in Hufflepuff but if he were in ilvermony he would be sorted to Thunderbird

•He live in the Hampshire with his parents in a big manor that her mother inherited from her father. They turn it into a great place where each magical creatures can live and William grow up surrounded by animals and magical beasts

• He is the grandson of Deatheaters ( on his father side ) but doesn't know it because his father Barnaby lee keeps it as secret from him.

• His patronus is a capuchin monkey 🐒

• The happiest memory her remember for creat his patronus is : each moment he take care of animals and moment he share with Liam Whitlock-Kim

•Liam Whitlock-Kim ( @chirithy564 ) was his first and only friends before Hogwarts, since they are toddlers the two are inseparable and planning shenanigans together.

• before Hogwarts he been homeschooled by his mother, he tried muggle school but the kids found him too weird so he never really had real contact with people of his age except Liam Whitlock-Kim.

• like his mother He is a big fan Newt Scamander.

• He found LOTR's books ridiculous saying it's a absurd way how muggle see magic to the big displeasure of his friend Marnie Sallow ( @chirithy564 )

•His full name is William Tiberius Lee, his mother named him like this based on William Shakespeare ( her favorite muggle author) and Tiberius ( William maternal grandfather).

• William have a great appetite , he love sneaking in the Hogwarts kitchen for taking some snacks

•William have a great talent for playing music ( like His ancestors Orson Drawn ) his can play piano 🎹, 🪈 flûte, guitare, harp , he even can sing and he go to Hogwarts became a member of the frog choir.

• William LOVE go outside and rolling in the grass XD no wonder if he is full of dirt after that.

•his favorite shop to hogshead : Zonko and honeydukes and on diagon alley : Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

•his Bathing schedule is once every four days

• He is a very untidy person and that irritated his roommate and friend, Daniel Page.

• He shares a big rivalry with Fischer Frey who also have a crush on Lorelei Sanders.

• His Godmother is Teresa Grim who from him offer the best birthday present ever.

•he hide many little animals under his bed in the dormitory.

•he have pen-pal who studying in Castlebruxo and wish he could visit this school ( his friends were afraid about him leaving Hogwarts but promise it won't happen)

• each summer and each night he practice dance moves for inviting Lorelei Sanders to dancing , each dance with her is each minutes in paradise ☺️💕

•Cassandra vole and the Frey brothers call him "The Ape 🦧" but it doesn't bother him at all XD.

• he feel in love with Lorelei Sanders during the year 1 they officially became a couple at the end of the Intercontinental Wizard's Cup at year 4 .

•He become the adopted father of a baby dragon he called "Willy Jr" until Shouren took the baby with him...he still miss his baby...

• he wear earrings.

•How look William bedroom to Hogwarts with all animals plush 🧸⬇️

• William is not considered at the" sharpest knife in the drawer" but it happens he can have brilliant idea.

• Never insult one of his friends of hurt a animal in front of him !

[ladyhawke]

thinking about that research on how capuchin monkeys observed in brazil display homossexual behavior but not just sexually they do it romantically as well and how they go out of their way to care for their disabled ones even if it means slowing them down or having males carrying their babies and how they grieve for their lost ones like a mother that refused to let her dead son go and kept carrying his little body around and grooming him

[nursingwriter]

¶ … self-aware of their eating habits. Most often changes in the diet are associated with changes in lifestyle, education, and social behavior. The Paleolithic diet is one of the things that influenced the eating habits since the 1970s onwards and is considered to represent the adaptability of the modern human to ancient eating habits. This diet is not only used for weight loss but also for changing the perspective on food and eating habits in general. For instance, part of the paleo diet is a well-balanced lifestyle based on increased workouts and lots of movement. The belief is that a diet based on ingredients that were used in the cave man era are valid for every day use if the life-style is similar to that especially with due consideration for exercise. The diet is based mostly on the way of life the cave men had and on the hunters and gatherers society; hence, the main ingredients of the diet consist of fish, raw food, vegetables but at the same time exclude processed elements such as sugar or oil. This is largely because at that time there were no such ingredients. It is rather difficult to consider such a diet as applicable in today's world as a life style approach as well. In the Paleolithic, this type of diet was the only way they knew how to eat. Nowadays, the food market is filled with different types of ingredients and cooking mechanisms. Another reason for which such a diet would be difficult to follow is related to the vast variety of types of diets, whether they are based on meat, vegetables, fish, raw food or junk food. People have changed their way of life, have evolved and hence they have choices they can make. It is rather difficult to suggest to someone that enjoys fast food and mashed potatoes to adapt to raw food and vegetables. Despite its potentially positive aspects, this type of change can affect one's health status by changing to a type of alimentation that they are not used to. Therefore, there are not enough reasons for which regular people would be attracted to such a change. 2. Animals are known for having curative influences on people with disabilities or in need for medical attention. Monkey Helpers is one of the few organizations that deal with raising capuchin monkeys for assistance of the disabled. As with any type of animal assistance, there are certain ethical concerns related to the use of animals for this type of work. This approach cannot be viewed as positive or negative as there are no clear-cut beliefs on this matter. Indeed, it can be considered that animals have the right to live out in the wild in their natural environment and enjoy their natural habitat. At the same time though, the benefic effects animals have on children, whether they are wild or domestic, cannot be contested. There are countries in which stray dogs are used in Autism treatment of children. With the proper training and assistance for their medical veterinary needs, they proved to be very effective in positively influencing children suffering from autism. Other animals such as horses or dolphins have been trained to assist in similar situations. From this point-of-view, there can be little concern regarding moral issues in the use of animals to help people, if proper attention and care is given to the needs of the animals as well. 3. Bonobos through their way of behaving, walking, and mostly understanding human language, do resemble to human behavior. Although there are still a lot of studies to be concluded to actually consider them as being the ancestors of human evolution, it is important to view the way in which these animals can exercise their learning capacities and how they can evolve. At the same time, it represents an exercise for the human mind as well because it allows humans to better interact with perhaps the most resembling to human kind animal. 4. Sexual evolution is essential for every primate because it represents the connection between past generations and future ones. It is in the nature of every animal and human to reproduce on a natural way. This is largely because the sexual reproduction depends on a variety of aspects that attract mates and pairs. For most animal species, the reproduction depends on finding the mate with the best characteristics particularly because of the need to reproduce as best as possible and to transmit the best genes to the next generations. 5. Tumai, as the Skull was named, is possible to have been a biped and represent indeed the link between the animal and the human species. The evidence presented by the scientists are sufficiently compelling to lead to such a conclusion, from the shape of the skull to the teeth that proved certain eating habits to the shape of his eyes that determined a vertical position of the head in order to look straight. 6. The scientific community is rather united because all information appears throughout the world and information must be shared for the advancement of science of human kind. This is why when a discovery is made it is shared among all scientists and the knowledge of all of them contributes to evolutionist theories. The advancement of science can only be done through communication and sharing of knowledge. 7. Cloning is a rather debated subject from both a moral and ethical perspective. However advanced science is at this point and will continue to evolve in time, it should be limited to its benefic effects on human kind and not interfere with the natural way of civilization. Should cloning be accepted for medical reasons, such exercises may become uncontrollable and negative effects of science may eventually end up harming civilization rather than helping it. 8. This has been a very interesting course that helps in providing a more complex view of the past and ancient times of human kind. It enables the accumulation of information about human ancestors as well as geographical conditions in order to better understand where people are coming from. Also, through the information acquired in this course, there is a clearer understanding of the tremendous evolution human kind has made along the millions of years. It gives a sense of dimension and at the same time of consideration of the world as not only a place inhabited by people but rather an universe with millions of years of history. https://www.paperdue.com/customer/paper/self-aware-of-their-eating-habits-most-often-85632#:~:text=Logout-,SelfawareoftheireatinghabitsMostoften,-Length3pages   Read the full article

[latinokaeya]

ok fine. quickfire initial thoughts n ideas for this concept pre-any kind of research on analytic or symbolic form finding bc daemon aus r like my fav thing ever. mainly vibes

- ok so first things first i think tartarus should act like the north/land of the dead in hdm does n permanently stretch a person-daemon’s bond. wouldn’t that be kinda sooo fucked up. smiles

- i also don’t think gods n magical beings manifest their daemons like. on the outside of their body for the most part. thinking abt luke as kronos n his daemon being basically swallowed up after the possession n only flickering back into existence when luke would gain control

- form thoughts: for the most part i got nothing rn. i want to avoid super stereotypical forms, so the chances of percy getting an aquatic animal/annabeth getting an owl etc r pretty low. only serious considerations ive had so far (again, mostly vibes based) are nico with a butterfly or moth, piper with a snake (maybe semi-aquatic?), and leo with a monkey of some sort. i keep on coming back to capuchin monkeys specifically for some reason. we’ll see if that sticks

- no one asked but i agonised over it so my explanation for how this will work for frank’s powers is that whenever he shifts his daemon turns into the same species but keeps the colouration of their original form. just for convenience’s sake

- speaking of frank. like to imagine he’s the oldest of the main characters to have their daemon settled (i keep on picturing it at the end of SoN when he’s 16). everyone else is mostly in the 12-15 settling age range. nico is the main biggest outlier here bc he had a trauma induced settling at age 10/11 at the end of ttc :-(

- actually frank is also one of only two so far to have a same gender daemon in my mind (the other is thalia). idk why i keep doing this to him. sorry frank :-(

- idk if i’ll end up going w this but earlier i thought abt the idea of luke and sally having similar daemon forms n thats why percy warmed up to luke so quick/felt so betrayed by him in tlt n was like ohhh that would be delightfully evil. also i think it would help emphasise the concept of luke ultimately Having to care abt demigods as a community/kids he cared for for years before his heel turn just like sally has always loved/cared/done what she could to protect percy. i think it would be juicy

- thalia ‘died’ unsettled and came back unsettled. i like to think she settled at some point during ttc bc in the lore in my head hunters that become immortal before settling remain permanently unsettled. and it’s kind of important to me that bianca be one of if not the only character that dies while having an unsettled daemon :-)

- names?: also haven’t got much. i’m seriously leaning towards just giving percy’s daemon andromeda but almost exclusively going by andy bc i think that’s cute and also it seems like something sally would do. for some reason ive been giving leo’s daemon the placeholder name marisol n i like it enough that i also might just keep it

- oh wait more settling thoughts. haven’t decided whether i want annabeth’s daemon to settle at some point in som or while she’s holding the sky in ttc. percy is definitely settling in botl: two biggest contenders is either the coffin scene or the st helens eruption one. i think they both would be narratively juicy. but also something abt luke being personally responsible for both percy n annabeth’s daemons settling drives me kinda crazy so. you know.

ok i do have more notes abt what i would like certain daemons forms to mean/symbolise (if i could give jason a sacrificial lamb n be done w it without being terribly on the nose i would) but not enough to be interesting so this is all i got for now yay

i am cringe i am free i am going to make a daemon au for pjo

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part twenty: "The 'I Told You So'"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get sick and have to call off of work. Matt offers to take care of you later.

Or

Matt repeatedly promises you he won't get sick.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.3k

a/n: A fluffly installment where Reader gets sick and then so does Matt (and he turns into a clingy baby Capuchin monkey). You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here and my other Matt Murdock stories on my Masterlist if you enjoy my writing! I have...quite a few Matt Murdock series'...

The alarm on your phone woke you, the sound somehow more grating than you remembered it usually being at six in the morning. With a groan you threw a hand out, searching for your phone along the nightstand. Once you'd found it, you raised your head from your pillow, brows furrowing as a sharp pain shot through your head. Eyes squinting at the bright light of your phone screen in the dark room, you finally managed to turn off your alarm and blissful silence surrounded you again.

But you needed to get up and get ready for work. It was Thursday morning after all.

Sitting up in bed, sheets falling down your chest as you did, your entire body immediately protested the movement. Everything ached–your head, your back, your legs, and your throat. Eyes closing, you faintly groaned from your place in bed. A shiver ran down your back at the chill of your exposed arms in your bedroom that shouldn’t feel quite this cold. 

That’s when you realized you were sick.

"Fuck," you muttered.

Tossing the sheets off of you, you slowly threw your legs over the side of the bed, running a hand over your face. Rising to your feet, you shuffled with half-lidded eyes out of your bedroom and into your bathroom across the hall. 

Flipping on the light, you winced at the brightness in the small room. You groggily opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and grabbed the thermometer. With a sigh you pulled it out of the container and put it in your mouth before leaning against the wall beside you, eyelids lowering. 

You had felt perfectly fine last night, how the hell did you wake up feeling so shitty? 

As you waited for the thermometer to read your temperature, hating the fact that you would have to use up a sick day if you had a fever, you felt yourself slowly drifting back off on your feet. A minute later the beeping had your eyes snapping open and your body pushing off of the bathroom wall. Pulling the thermometer out of your mouth, your eyes darted down to the reading. You had a fever–100.6 degrees to be exact. Nothing to be too worried about, but definitely a fever where you should crawl back into bed instead of going to the office. 

Frustrated, you washed the thermometer under the faucet knowing you'd have to call Ellison next. You'd also have to cancel your plans with Matt tomorrow night, too, you realized with another irritated groan. And you'd really been looking forward to trying that new restaurant.

Placing the clean thermometer back into its container, you brought it back with you to your bedroom and set it on the nightstand. Taking your phone from the charger, you skimmed the contacts for Ellison's number. Hitting the call button, you sunk down onto your bed and held the phone to your ear. A few rings later Ellison answered, greeting you with your name.

"Hey," you said, voice sounding a little off from the sore throat. "I hate to leave you hanging, but I woke up with a fever. I'm not–not feeling too great," you muttered. "I should probably stay home and not infect everyone else at the office."

"Yeah, you really don't sound too great," he agreed. He sighed over the line, probably quickly reworking a plan to not have your absence screw up the next issue. "That's alright, I'd rather you get better. But…do you think it's possible to email me that article you had just about finished? Maybe some time before five?” he asked in a way where ‘no’ was clearly not an option. “Sabrina can probably finish the edits so it'll still get to print on time."

You nodded, running a hand across your aching forehead. "Yeah, I'll uh, I'll send it along in a couple hours," you assured him.

You hung up shortly after, quickly and eagerly crawling back into your bed and under the sheets and pulling them high towards your chin. Getting comfortable, you slowly began to drift off, curled up with your stuffy nose buried in one of Matt's dark gray shirts that you’d fallen asleep with last night. 

The sound of a melodic ringtone drew your eyes wide open not too long after you’d managed to fall back asleep. You groaned, rolling over and throwing out a hand to grab your ringing phone. Matt's name was on the screen and your brows drew together in confusion as you answered the call.

"Matt?" you asked him in lieu of a greeting.

"Hey, sweetheart, where are you?" he asked.

Your other hand rose from the sheets, rubbing your burning eyes. "What? I'm at home," you mumbled.

"We were…supposed to meet up for coffee this morning before work?" Matt hesitantly said over the line. "I thought we'd agreed on that last night or am I misremembering?"

You exhaled slowly, feeling yourself deflate. "Shit, sorry Matt. I totally forgot," you croaked out.

"Are you okay?" he asked curiously. "You sound off."

"I uh, I'm sick," you told him. "Slight fever. I just called Ellison and was about to go back to sleep. I'm sorry, I totally forgot or I'd have called you, I didn't mean to–"

"Sweetie, it's okay," Matt cut you off. "Don't worry about it. I'll stop by after work, okay?"

Your brows pulled together again quickly. "No, I don't want you to get sick," you protested immediately.

He chuckled lightly over the line. “I don’t usually get sick,” he boasted in assurance. “I’ll be fine. I can stop by this evening, bring you some medicine and some dinner.”

“Matt,” you whined, throat aching at the pitch as your voice cracked on his name. “I have a fever and I don’t want to get you sick. I can just order some groceries on my phone and have someone deliver everything to my door.”

“Okay, but would you rather cuddle me or my shirts?” he teased.

You frowned, your eyes dropping down to the dark gray shirt you were currently clutching in a death grip in your left hand. His laughter over the line caught your attention again.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he said in amusement. “I’ll see you this evening. I’ll get some cold medicine–you have a fever but do you have a sore throat? Congestion? Are you vomiting? Do you have–”

“Matt,” you whined again, this time in embarrassment. God forbid the man asked if you had diarrhea next, you’d probably die on the spot. “I’ll be fine, I have cold medicine,” you told him.

“Is it expired?” he asked.

“I–” you began then paused. When the hell did you buy that bottle of Dayquil?

“I’ll get you something,” he assured you. “And bring you soup from that Deli we like for dinner. You just rest up and focus on getting better.”

After you’d exchanged goodbyes and hung up, you rolled back onto your side in your bed, burying your face back into Matt’s shirt. You took a deep inhale the best you could manage through your stuffed up nose and smiled when you could just make out the faint scent of his not-entirely-scent-free detergent.

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Shivering under the large, dark blue plush blanket, still snuggling Matt’s shirt, you mindlessly stared at the episode of House Hunters on your television. Your fever had gone up in the afternoon, shortly after you’d managed to make it out of bed and shower knowing Matt was probably going to find a way into your apartment tonight one way or another. You’d managed to eat a piece of buttered toast some time afterwards, but you hadn’t been too hungry all day. Mostly you’d slept, either in your bed or curled up on your sofa with the television softly playing in the background. 

A knock came from your front door and your head slowly rose from the pillow, the movement reminding you just how much your body still ached.

“Sweetheart, it’s Matt,” he called through the door.

“Door’s unlocked,” you called back, sore throat stinging at the effort of raising your voice.

A moment later the front door swung open and you saw Matt stepping through the threshold, his cane in one hand and two bags in the other. One of which looked like takeout and the other clearly a CVS bag. You made to sit up on the couch but he quickly threw up his hand still holding his cane in your direction.

“Don’t get up, I’m fine,” he told you. As he slipped off his dress shoes by the door, he shot you a curious look. “Why is your door unlocked, though?” 

You shrugged, settling back down on the couch. “Unlocked it earlier for you,” you mumbled. “Knew I’d be too comfortable on the couch to want to get up later.”

He rested his cane near the door, making his way towards you on the couch. You tucked your feet up towards yourself, leaving him room at the other end of it. He placed both bags on your coffee table before he settled down near your feet.

“Please tell me you haven’t had it unlocked while you’ve been asleep?” he asked you flatly.

“Okay, I won’t,” you muttered.

He said your name firmly as he pulled his glasses off, the tone in his voice catching your attention. “Someone could have just walked in here,” he chastised, setting his glasses on the coffee table. “That’s not safe, you of all people should know that.”

“If someone wanted to come in here and stab me, at least I wouldn’t have to feel this sore throat anymore,” you joked.

Matt stared at you from the other side of the couch, his expression unamused. You sighed, slowly sitting up on the couch and wincing as your headache disapproved of the movement.

“I was kidding,” you told him. “You’re not the only one with jokes, Murdock.”

“Jokes are actually funny,” he countered.

“And I thought you were supposed to help me feel better?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

A little grin slid on his mouth before his hand found your thigh over the blue blanket. “You’re right. I just don’t want something to happen to you. Please lock your door.”

“Alright, alright,” you conceded. 

You shifted under the blanket, trying to get comfortable again on the couch now that Matt was here. You also tried to discreetly pull his shirt out from under the blanket, slowly placing it on the end table beside you. Matt’s head tilted to the side before he turned back to look at you, one brow raised.

“Were you cuddling with my shirt again?” he asked, smiling at you.

Your mouth opened, an immediate ‘no’ ready to fall out of it, but remembering Matt was a human lie detector, your mouth snapped shut. Instead your cheeks flushed at being caught–or at least, you think they flushed, it was hard to tell with the fever already burning you up.

“See?” he teased, throwing an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his side. “I knew you’d prefer to cuddle the real thing.”

He wasn’t wrong and you quickly lowered your head to his shoulder, eyelids dropping closed. His fingers were on your chin a moment later, slowly tilting your mouth up towards him. It took your sluggish, feverish brain a moment to realize he was about to kiss you and when you did, your right hand flew up to his chest, abruptly pushing him away from you. Matt sat on the couch staring back at you with his brows raised and his eyes slightly widened.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, startled.

“Trying to kiss my girlfriend?” he answered matter-of-factly.

“No!” you shot back, scooting away from him on the couch as your voice cracked. “I’m going to get you sick if you kiss me!”

His expression swiftly shifted to a look of amusement as he fought back a laugh. “You won’t get me sick,” he assured you for the umpteenth time today. Holding his arms open, he continued to grin wide at you. “Come back here.”

When you didn’t move, he pulled out that look that you swore he’d slowly been perfecting on you. His brows creased together just a little bit, lowering down on his forehead, and his eyes softened, looking almost ready to water. The corners of his lips pulled down a fraction and his head cocked gently to the side.

“No,” you said firmly, holding up a hand. “Don’t do the wounded puppy face on me, Matt. That’s unfair. You know it always works.”

“That’s the point,” he murmured.

He continued to make that face and you felt your resolve quickly disappearing. Barely half a minute later your shoulders sagged and you scooted back towards him on the couch, muttering out a “fucking hell” as you did. A triumphant grin spread across his mouth as he leaned forward to kiss you, but you quickly threw a hand to his chest again, halting his movements.

“For the record, I reserve the right to say ‘I told you so’ if you get sick now,” you said. “And you accept full responsibility for getting yourself sick. No blaming me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he gazed down at you. “I’m not going to get sick,” he said again. “And I won’t blame you if I do.”

“I’m remembering that,” you told him.

Still grinning, he leaned down towards you, his fingers lightly tilting your chin up towards him again. Your hand on his chest slid up to his neck, his skin feeling pleasantly warm against your palm as he kissed you. Even his mouth felt deliciously warm against yours, a shiver running down your spine as you eagerly kissed him back, your mouth greedily seeking warmth from his own. Your other hand quickly slid up his chest, your body leaning into the heat radiating from his, trying to take comfort in it. If it wasn’t for the fact that you quickly realized you couldn’t breathe out of your congested nose with how intensely you were kissing him, you wouldn’t have broken the kiss so soon. 

Feeling out of breath, you groaned, lowering your forehead to his warm shoulder. Matt’s large palm came up to cradle the back of your head, gently smoothing your hair down.

“You’re burning up,” he noted.

“Mmm, funny,” you muttered into his dress shirt, your eyes closing as you relaxed into him, “because I feel cold and you feel really, really warm.”

“How long ago did you take something for the fever?” he asked.

Your head shifted along his shoulder, your cheek coming to rest along his chest as you squinted at the time on the stove in your kitchen. Taking a moment, you did the mental math as your arms wrapped around his waist.

“About three hours ago,” you answered. “So I still have another hour before I can take more.”

Matt leaned forward, reaching out to the coffee table. Your head remained against his chest, having zero interest in removing it as his hands pulled the bottles of medicine from one of the bags. 

“You can at least take some of these,” he said. “And I’m assuming the employee who helped me wasn’t lying about what it was that I was buying.”

You instantly frowned, shifting your head along his chest to look up towards him. “Please tell me that hasn’t happened before.”

His mouth thinned out. “Thankfully I have other senses that help when it has happened,” he murmured. “And these did smell like medicine, so I know it’s not like he tried to get me to buy bottles of sexual lubricant instead or something.”

“Sure those wouldn’t have gone to waste at least,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Matt’s head slowly turned towards you, the corner of his mouth quirking up as an amused smirk spread gradually over it. Quickly you sat upright on the couch, clearing your throat and grabbing the bottles of medicine.

“Yeah, these are definitely cold medicine,” you mumbled. “I’m uh, just going to go take them. In the kitchen. Where I uh, can get some water.” Your eyes darted towards Matt, swallowing hard and wincing when it hurt. He was still making that knowing, almost hungry face. “You want some water? Or a beer?”

"Beer would be great, thanks," he answered.

You grabbed the medicine bottles from the coffee table and bolted to the kitchen, trying to ignore Matt still staring at you from across your apartment with that hungry look still on his face that was starting to somehow turn you on while simultaneously making you self-conscious.

"You know, from my experience," Matt called out to you as you filled a glass with water, "you really don't need any lubricant. You've usually got that…very much covered."

"Pretty sure it's because of you," you muttered under your breath. 

Matt's loud bark of laughter tore through your apartment and your eyes widened, forgetting about his super hearing in your feverish state. 

Turning off the faucet, you drank down some water, the slight chill of it burning your dry, sore throat. You focused on taking some of the medicine he brought instead of the nerves he’d managed to shake loose in you, your nose scrunching at the taste of the overly sweet, fake fruit flavor as it went down. Before heading back to the couch, you grabbed Matt a beer from the fridge and picked your glass of water back up.

“So,” you asked Matt as you sat down beside him on the couch again, offering him the beer, “you still need to go out Cane Tossing tonight?”

He swallowed down the drink he’d just taken before turning towards you, raising one brow very curiously up onto his forehead. “Cane Tossing? Is that some sort of new sexual term I’m unaware of?”

You snorted, the sound quite obnoxious with how congested your nose was, but Matt still grinned instantly–as he always did whenever you made that particular noise of amusement.

“No,” you answered him, setting your water glass onto your coffee table. “The thing you do at night.”

“Another new name?” he asked. “This one doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yes it does,” you replied quickly. “Last weekend we were all leaving Josie’s, you caught wind of something with your fancy Devil senses–”

“–fancy Devil senses?” he asked in amusement.

“–and you made up some random excuse,” you continued, not even bothering to respond to his question, though you noted the growing entertained smile on his face, “and you bolted down some side alley and you fucking whipped your goddamn cane . Like, that fucker went on a freaking Six Flags ride straight out of your hand. Remember? I had Karen double back with me when Foggy took Marci home and we fished it out of the dumpster you threw it in. Which took a lot of drunk creativity, by the way.” Your head tilted to the side as you added on, “And what is it with you and dumpsters lately?”

Matt quickly lost the fight he had with holding back his laughter, a wide grin breaking free as the warm sound of his mirth filled your apartment. Despite how shitty you felt, you smiled wide in return, your eyes drawn to that one little damn dimple in his right cheek.

“You are–” he began, trying to rein in his laughter, “–by far the funniest person I have ever met. And thank you, by the way,” he said, large smile still spread across his face. “I don’t know if I thanked you enough for crawling into another dumpster for me.”

“For your cane,” you corrected. “I wasn’t sure how many of them you had laying around. Even less sure now that I’ve seen how you treat them. But uh,” you began, voice returning serious, “thank you for–for stopping by. Bringing me medicine and food. Even though I swear to God Matthew Murdock, you better not end up getting sick.”

He looked at you seriously, trying to fight down the laugh that kept trying to fall out of him as he said your name, his hands reaching out towards yours. “I promise you, I will not get sick.”

_________

Matt swung his apartment door open and you were greeted with a sight of him you hadn’t seen before. His nose was tinged red, probably from blowing it too much, and his hair was a disheveled mess of brown on his head, sticking up in various places from where he had most likely tossed and turned trying to sleep. He looked incredibly tired, his eyes half-lidded as he sniffled lightly. He was dressed in a zip-up hoodie, no shirt underneath, and a pair of sweatpants tucked into some cozy looking socks. Your face fell at how miserable he looked and you instantly rushed towards him and drew him into a hug, entirely disregarding the bag of food and medicine in your hands. His strong arms wrapped around your waist in return, his face burying itself into the side of your neck.

“You got sick, didn’t you?” you asked, your own face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he answered softly.

“Dammit, Matt, I told you so,” you chided.

"Yeah," he mumbled against your neck, "you did."

You drew back from him, heart sinking at the sight of him before you. He somehow looked permanently like a wounded puppy while sick. He was also still clinging to you, apparently more in need of touch while sick than when he wasn’t–something you made a mental note of.

"Did you take something for your fever yet?" you asked him as you turned in his hold, closing and locking his door.

"About an hour ago," he told you. 

"Well I brought you cold medicine and some lunch," you said, glancing at the bags you'd brought. "You hungry yet?"

He shook his head silently, his hands still holding tight to you. With a sigh you grabbed onto one of his hands and led him down his entry hall and to the kitchen. 

"How about I put your lunch in the fridge and you take some medicine," you told him, trying to do just that while he was still clinging to you like a baby Capuchin monkey.

"Then will you come cuddle with me?" he asked hopefully, voice a bit muffled by his congested nose.

Closing the fridge door, you turned towards him in his one-armed hold around your waist and reached a hand up. Gently you ran the tips of your fingers along the length of his stubbled jaw, the hairs pleasantly prickling the pads of your fingers. A faint smile drew onto his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Yeah, Matty," you agreed.

You brought the bag of medicine to his counter, pulling the bottles out of the bag as Matt still clung to the back of you, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck. Afterwards you stepped over to a cabinet, trying to reach up and grab a glass as Matt clearly refused to let go of you. Carefully you filled the glass with room temperature water as best you could so the water wouldn't irritate his throat too much–you assumed he'd be much more sensitive to temperature, especially with a sore throat. 

Turning back to his counter, you set the glass down and measured out the appropriate amount of medicine for him. 

"You're going to have to let go of me to take the medicine, Matty," you told him.

With a groan he rolled his head off of you, finally releasing you from his hold and accepting the little cup of medicine. He pulled a face before throwing it back and you quickly held out the glass of water for him to chase it down with. Immediately he accepted it, guzzling it down with audible swallows. 

Despite the water, he still ended up having to brush his teeth after downing the medicine, trying to rid his mouth of the awful taste. You couldn't imagine how gross it was to him, but he definitely seemed disgusted and you waited on his couch patiently while he thoroughly brushed his teeth. 

A few minutes later, he shuffled out of his bathroom and to where you were waiting for him on the leather couch. You rose to your feet and made your way to his room, Matt happily following along behind you as you moved, wrapping his arms back around your waist and rubbing his face into your neck as you walked. You kept giggling when his stubble tickled you, which only spurred him on. Eventually he broke away when you reached his bedroom, Matt getting into his bed as you slid his bedroom door closed. Then you made your way towards the other side of the bed and pulled the sheets back–and abruptly paused, your eyes catching sight of the article of clothing he was clutching under the sheets. You bit down on your bottom lip, fighting back the smile.

"Matt?" you asked him. When he responded with a questioning hum, you asked, "Have you been cuddling with my sweatshirt?"

"You left it behind last week," he murmured as you crawled in beside him. "Smells like you." 

He pulled it out of his sheets, setting it onto the nightstand behind him with one hand before he slid his way towards you in the bed. Immediately his arms and legs wrapped around your body, Matt's head instantly coming to rest along your chest. His slightly red nose nuzzled into your shirt as he made a few throaty, happy noises that you couldn't help but smile at. Eventually he settled, his eyes closing as a peaceful expression spread over his face as he rested on you. Absently your left hand came up and began combing through his soft hair and you felt him shudder against you, humming contentedly again. 

"I'm sorry I got you sick," you whispered. 

"Worth it," he mumbled into your shirt, "for the cuddles."

[is-the-primate-vid-cute]

How can you tell if something *is* a pet monkey? Sometimes it's hard to tell esp if people label themselves as rescues or sanctuaries or whatnot.

It can be hard to tell. My usual process involves looking for specific red flags: wearing clothes, being on a leash, being inside a human house, doing human activities, and being the subject of internet content that has little to no information, focusing on the cute factor. Lets take an example:

This is Pockets Warhol the capuchin. This photo, and many others on the twitter account @PocketsWarhol, depict Pockets playing with toys, painting, and sleeping in blankets indoors. Additionally, the Twitter account posts from Pockets perspective. This photo was tweeted with the caption “I know that I never want to stop smiling #BeKindToAnimals #AfterLife #storybookmonkeys“

It is easy to think that Pockets is a pet, and you’d be half right: he used to be a pet before being surrendered to the Storybook Farm Primate Sanctuary in Ontario. So how do we go from seeing this type of content from determining if Pockets is a pet?

1. Context gathering. Just from scrolling through Pockets’ Twitter, more tweets can be found which indicate more about Pockets’ care and keeping. Not much, but the background of several pictures and videos indicate an enclosure suited to capuchin needs rather than someones basement or living room. He is also only seen engaging in species safe enrichment including baby-proof children’s toys and classic monkey enrichment like sawdust. This still isn’t much to go off of, but at this point we would probably see if his caretaker was treating him unambiguously as a pet. If at this stage we saw him wearing baby clothes, being handled inappropriately/like a human baby or a domesticated animal, or being kept in a persons bedroom, yard, or a similarly obviously bad environment. At this point we can go into the next step:

2. Background Research. We know Pockets lives at the Storybook Farm Primate Sanctuary, but is this a real sanctuary or just someone with a farm that keeps “rescue“ exotics? Let’s look. One of the first things you may notice on the website linked from Pockets’ Twitter bio is an endorsement from Jane Goodall. Pretty solid stuff in their favour, but not every place is going to have an endorsement that so obviously speaks to a high standard of ethics and primate welfare. If you hover over the “About Us“ section of the website directory, you can click on the “Our People“ tab. Here we find some info that you are likely not going to find for any sanctuary that isn’t the real deal:

A board of directors (7 members)

Staff members (3 caregivers and 2 veterinarians)

Names of all the volunteers

Non-legitimate sanctuaries almost never have this level of transparency. This also allows you to look up individuals such as board members to see what their qualifications are. Real sanctuaries value transparency and tend to be more forthcoming. Seeing “John Smith Phd, resident veterinarian” is a big green flag, whereas “Founded by John and Judy Smith who love animals“ doesn’t say much.

Storybook Farms also has a resources tab for educational information, including a tab on pet primates. They do not say outright that primates should never be pets, but instead emphasize that the needs of primates are most often not met when they are kept as pets and that neglect and poor quality of life is very common. This may seem like a questionable stance, but Storybook Farms is very gentle in their condemnation of keeping primates as pets as they form and maintain relationships with primate pet owners to ensure the welfare of these privately owned animals. Primate pet owners should not exist, but if someone has a pet monkey an all or nothing approach is not going to help them or the monkey. As I mentioned, Pockets used to be a pet, but he was willingly surrendered by his owner who realized that she was not capable of giving him the quality of life he deserves.

3. More critters? Pockets is just one monkey out of all the monkeys and lemurs at this sanctuary, and luckily Storybook Farms has a tab where you can read bios and see pictures of every individual there (yay for transparency and good websites!) From reading through these bios I found quickly that most of the sanctuaries residents live in small groups/couplings that are species appropriate and take the needs of the individuals into account. Inner species relationships are prioritized and care is taken to allow natural, non-human-centric lives.

Remember Darwin the IKEA monkey? He lives here! Because Darwin (a former pet like Pockets) was rescued when he was less than a year old, he has been largely rehabilitated to be more macaque than human and spends his time with his own kind, foraging outside. Unlike Darwin, Pockets was a pet for far longer and consequently is not able to be re-socialized as effectively. It’s sad, but long term pet primates tend to prefer humans to other members of their own species, are more easily made anxious, require more attention and reassurance, and often have been castrated or have had teeth removed. Because of this, Pockets and others like him require lives that, while not ideal for monkeys, are better for the individual. Pockets was lucky enough to not have been traumatized by life as a pet, and his life looks pet-like because it is all he has ever known and anything different would possibly cause more harm than good.

Hopefully this helps you do your own research! There will always be ambiguous cases, and don’t be afraid to be wrong or to not know. There have been some places, pictures, and primates that I have been unable to judge due to lack of information, and it is fine to say you don’t know for sure. Feel free to ask more questions if you have them!

[urbxntwilight]

my favorite hivemind bits off the top of my head

- sports center top 10 plays of the week

- "SOLD CRACK TO A PINE TREE"

- "pandas aren't bears" "what are they then" "they're cats"

- graydon on "sail" by awolnation

- "DJ khaled can't play guitar... I don't even think he knows how to father that child."

- "I'm your little ragdoll daddy"

- margot robbie and will smith fucking in the locker room

- draining camp

- graydon steve o impression

- dev lemons eminem impression

- graydon getting an answer wrong and then freestyling

- goose mode

- graydon's sister going to a party where they all chugged milk and threw up

- strudel the goat

- burning capuchin monkeys in gary vee's furnace

- xanifesting

- "lightning strikes. northwest corner..."

- "if the sun went around the earth, wouldn't we see like, an earthset? no we wouldn't live on the sun"

- "I'm gonna have to go with The Bear" "The Bear is not included"

- the juice wrld/pop smoke/kobe bryant tweet

- jk rowling burning in a house fire

- "welcome to the diggy show, where we don't care no more! today's special guest, a LIVE CROCODILE"

- quadeca dropping his brian griffin drawing at the airport

- graydon nardwuar interview

- "look at my hands, poopy"

- "WHEN I SAY SWEET YOU SAY SEMEN"

- "it's the steelers, it's the steelers-" "FUCK THE STEELERS"

- graydon singing rocketman by elton john

- performance enhancers + the birth of dignan

- summoning the koolaid man

- all of the lights vs. fourfiveseconds/"PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! PAUL!"

- fucked up in the crib watching family dude

- killing with a golf put

- ruthkanda forever

- stanley cowell rubbing one out

- squarepants. he was my brother. we were hazed together in the same fraternity.

- "['irreplaceable' by beyonce] should have been called 'to the left.'" "...okay?" "not every opinion has to move a mountain."

- kill edward

- ash ketchum/squirtle impression

- cousin/grandpa/aunt/uncle/infant son dying in rileys arms

- put yo. pinky. fingers. in my. ass!

- luh me da granky

[masterwords]

as the crow flies (part seven)

Summary: After a journalist does the BAU dirty, Derek is forced to take the job at the New York Field Office. Hotch is forced to deal. (AU where Hotch and Haley have a daughter instead of a son. Based on this story.)

Warnings: explosion injury aftermath, post-op pain, food/eating, allusions to homophobia in children

Words: 2.8k

Notes: What's that? More post-Op fluff? Middle of the night eating adorable times.

** CHAPTER LIST **

There it was...the pain. It throbbed where his jaw hinged, just below his ear canal, and made his entire face burn. He'd known this was bound to happen, he'd just hoped it would be a little more subtle and slow moving. For a solid five minutes he just lay there like a statue, afraid to move for fear it would get worse. Holding still kept it at bay.

But he also had to pee. A liquid diet will do that to a man, especially at 1am. Clooney was at his feet, snoring away, stretched out right beneath the extended foot rest of the reclining chair. With some difficulty he managed to shoo Clooney out of the way so he could put the foot rest down, hoping it was quiet enough not to disturb Derek who he was surprised to see sleeping on the couch a few feet away.

Getting out of the chair was a struggle and a half. He was glad no one else could see him flailing around like a bug on his back, his equilibrium shot to shit temporarily. Hopefully temporarily, anyway. It didn't help that he was starving. Derek's apartment was sparsely decorated, not much to hold onto while he walked on unsteady legs, so he sort of shuffled, sliding his socked feet along the hardwood floor rather than lifting them and chancing tipping over. It was truly a sight.

First the bathroom, and then food. He couldn't exist on apple juice and water any longer.

The fridge light flooded the small open kitchen and he stared at the rainbow assortment of foods inside. Derek had never been your typical bachelor; his fridge was always full of brightly colored vegetables and lean cuts of meat. Low on convenience foods, high on quality. Hotch, on the other hand, would have an imbalance of condiments to actual food. On the rare occasions that Lucy spent the night, they would make a special trip to the store and buy all of her favorite foods. Sometimes she would have things in mind. “Daddy, did you know that capuchin monkeys like to eat figs? I've never had a fig daddy...could you buy figs?” Yeah, he would buy the damn figs that cost an arm and a leg, and she would eat one and pretend she was a capuchin monkey but also hate the fruit itself so he'd be stuck with a whole bowl of figs in his fridge and that would become his breakfast for the next few days. A piece of toast, some coffee and a fig. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but not very sustainable. He'd also discovered he didn't much care for them himself after a week of picking their tiny little seeds out of his teeth with his tongue on his drive to work.

Pushing past things he couldn't eat, he reached for the little cardboard cartons of protein shakes Derek kept stashed in the back of the fridge. They tasted vaguely like vanilla chai and coated his mouth with thick chalky paste. He would need to brush his teeth right after drinking it and he wasn't really sure how that even worked...his jaw was effectively locked shut with swelling and he wasn't supposed to do anything that would change the pressure in his ears for a few weeks. Derek would know. He read the instructions; Hotch had barely skimmed them. He meant to read them, he really did, but every time he started, he'd get this butterfly sensation in his chest and his fingers itched to call and cancel the whole thing. Not exactly the desired result, so he forwarded the information to Derek and asked him to please read it. Derek only thought it was funny and agreed. "You can meet with the Director of the CIA without flinching but reading through post-op care instructions brings you to your knees...you're really something, Hotchner."

He felt silly about it now, of course. Like many things in his life. Shaking the little container of semi-liquid sustenance, he let his mind wander away from here, away from the pain in his face and the explosion. He thought about Lucy, about how he couldn't really remember seeing her all day even though he knew she'd been there. Hoping that she'd been good for Derek, that the two of them were getting on well...this was a lot for him to lay at Derek's feet, he could see Haley's point a little clearer now that his mind wasn't so fully focused on the surgery itself. This was unfair of him, as much as Derek would never tell him so. Not in a situation like this.

He startled and jumped at the feeling of soft hands sliding over his hips from behind, muscles twitching and easing almost simultaneously. “I bet you're a hungry hungry hippo...” Derek whispered sleepy against the warmth of Hotch's neck. He nodded, melting into the embrace and sipping his pasty drink through the little straw. “You can have soft foods now. Sean made mashed potatoes while you were out cold...want me to heat some up?”

Hotch had never heard prettier words in his life. The smile that spread over his features lit up his whole face and Derek could almost feel its warmth.

“Said something about it being a family recipe...” Extra pepper and rendered bacon fat, the Hotchner family recipe passed down from generation to generation. Hotch didn't make it often, had a feeling that Derek would have a fit if he knew what was in them, but nothing sounded more appealing right then than filling his aching stomach as full as it could get with just about anything Sean made. “I bought you ice cream, too.” That was going to take more work, though. Mint chip...well the chips weren't on the approved list of foods for a few more days. When chewing was allowed again. In the meantime, he popped one of the little tupperwares of mashed potatoes into the microwave and got into the freezer for a tub of ice cream. While Hotch ate the potatoes, one of the many little single serve containers taking up space in the fridge, he'd do something he couldn't have fathomed doing for anyone ever.

If his mother saw him now, she'd assume a grandbaby was next on the agenda. He was really in it now, scooping out a pile of bright green ice cream and pulling chips out one by one with the prongs of his fork. As he amassed a small pile of frozen, crunchy chocolate he realized he had a bit of a sweet tooth himself right now. What else was he going to do with the stuff besides eat it? He couldn't save a little pile of crunchy chocolate.

Hotch smiled into his steaming bowl of potatoes and savored each and every bite. They were creamy and salty, better than he remembered his mom ever making...he'd known Sean was good at what he did, but sometimes it still caught him by surprise just how good. He was intuitive with ingredients in a way Hotch couldn't understand. There had been times he'd called Sean in a panic, trying to make some recipe for a work function or a party only to find he hadn't been prepared and was missing an ingredient. That was Sean's superpower, he could tell you without fail how to substitute just about anything. “Tell me what you do have,” he would say and he fully expected a long distance verbal tour of Hotch's entire kitchen. These days that was met with puffs of disapproval at how very little he kept on hand. “Do you hate yourself, is that it? You have Cream of Wheat but no bell peppers? No spices? Nothing interesting at all...” He was sort of joking, of course, he knew Hotch didn't keep a full kitchen because it was just him living there now, and he wasn't home very often. He understood but it was his duty to flip him shit anyway. Little brother tax.

It wasn't like Hotch didn't have plenty to get after him for.

Derek pushed the bowl of freshly crunch free ice cream into the freezer to let it re-solidify while Hotch finished his potatoes in silent reverie. They didn't dare talk, not wanting to break the silent middle of the night spell that held the apartment in carefully balanced peace. Clooney and Lucy, the resident noise makers, remained in the land of their dreams and Hotch, though awake, was in one of his own. That first bite of real food after a fast was always the best food you'd ever eaten, and he probably would have been thrilled with boxed potato flakes or jarred applesauce. This was otherworldly. Better than he could have hoped for.

The ice cream was an instant winner shortly after. It was already his favorite. Brand, flavor, all of it and while he missed the little crunchy bits of texture he could taste the love and care that went into making it so he could indulge now instead of waiting a few more days. In the meantime, Derek hadn't seemed to mind the extra work. He was rewarded for his labor with little bites of chocolate that made Hotch more than a little jealous. And when Derek kissed him a few minutes later, their cold minty lips meeting briefly before the washing up began, he could taste the chocolate there and he thought it probably tasted even better this way than it would have any other way. His hand moved up beneath Derek's thin t-shirt, something he was wearing only because Lucy was staying with them and it would have been wildly inappropriate for him to sleep in the buff on the couch. Warm skin against Hotch's cold fingers, electrified in the casual touch he hadn't realized he'd missed so much.

Talking was fine. Every day, texts and emails and phone calls. A goodnight call, sometimes video chats, it was fine. Fine. But it wasn't this, the way he could just reach out with no ulterior motive, just touch. Connection. Holding his hand there, his thumb teasing at Derek's hip bone, this was something he didn't allow himself to think about often. Losing this was devastating and he really hadn't even given himself time to consider that until right now.

“This is nice,” Hotch whispered absentmindedly, resting his head against Derek's shoulder. “Aside from the pain, anyway. I could do without that part.”

Derek's understanding was silent. There were things he thought he should say, things he should do, things he'd been thinking about that they would need to resolve but right then it was just them and lips that tasted like ice cream and he didn't want anything else. Derek realized, as he leaned in for another kiss, that he'd been avoiding this for a while. They'd argued about it not long before he moved, not long before the bomb. “I just don't want Lucy to feel weird seeing us kiss...” he'd said after he was asked why he'd pulled back on his affection when the three of them were together, and the way Hotch bristled at that had shocked him. Derek had no way of knowing that a few weeks prior, Haley mentioned in an off-hand sort of way that Lucy got into a scuffle with another little girl on the playground who said something about her dad kissing another dad. Kindergarten nonsense, Haley had said, and she'd already sorted it out with Lucy.

Sorted it out the way she felt was best, before even telling Hotch about it. Why trouble him? She took the kid out to ice cream and asked her how she felt about Hotch and Derek, not really expecting any real revelations. The kid was five, she wasn't going to blow Haley's mind, she was just going to say something that was somewhat relevant but a little off the wall and that would be it. That was the way Lucy was. And her response? “Derek makes daddy smile a lot.” How could Haley argue with that? It had been years since she'd made him smile the way Derek did so easily, and it really was that simple. The kid always amazed her, how like him she was. She simply accepted things about people. She didn't bother to ask why daddy suddenly kissed a man after kissing mommy for so long, that didn't seem to make any difference because Derek made daddy smile. But of course, Lucy had to get reprimanded for punching the girl in the nose, and Hotch did hear about that part as much as Haley would have liked to keep it from him. It seeped into the cracks, that Lucy was suddenly having to defend his choices on the playground, but really, she didn't see it that way. “That girl is rude,” she'd said adamantly. “She calls Marissa fatty, and she calls Ethan a wuss and she poured glitter on the floor and told Tanner that she was gonna put peanut butter in his shoes and he's allergic to peanut butter...” So really, she'd been waiting for her own opportunity to take care of it, maybe for everyone. Like a kindergarten superhero. Catching the bad guys like daddy, she said. She had to apologize, but Haley had a feeling it wouldn't stop Lucy from doing it again if a situation arose.

But, Derek didn't know most of that. He only knew that Lucy had some trouble at school, and through a few little blips of conversation here and there he sort of put the pieces together. Hotch seemed bothered by it, but maybe not for the reasons Derek thought he would be. "I don't care what kids say about us," he'd said the one time Derek tried to bring it up. "I'm just worried that she sees what I do, and how I get hurt a lot at work...and maybe she thinks that violence is the way to solve problems." Even still, that assurance wasn't enough to make Derek comfortable and he thought maybe if he stopped being so affectionate all the time, it might make things easier for Lucy. Perhaps misguided, he was starting to realize, because Lucy didn't seem to notice one way or the other and Hotch would never say how badly he'd missed it. So, kissing him now, it felt nice. It was like coming home. He'd tried to cool it in front of the kid, but it was the middle of the damn night and every inch of him missed every inch of Hotch and it was as simple as that.

“Back to bed,” he said finally, breaking the spell. “You need sleep.”

Hotch wanted to lay down, and almost pushed for it except the last thing he wanted to do right now was cause problems. He'd made himself a promise that no matter how difficult it was, he was going to be good. He was going to follow directions and listen and not put up a fight. Derek had been gracious and open enough to take him in, parent his child, and the least he could do was behave. So far that had been easy, but if he woke up in more pain than he was in right now he might find it difficult. That was a problem for the next day, though, right now he was only thinking about laying down.

But it was back to the chair for him. This time, though, with Derek there to guide his wobbly, unsure steps. His balance was really screwed up. Derek thought it was kind of cute because it was such a shock to his system. Hotch had to be one of the most graceful people he'd ever seen, the way he ran, the way he walked down the stairs from his office, so seeing him unsteady on his feet in a way that wasn't immediately life threatening or scary was more than a little endearing.

“You don't have to sleep on the couch,” he whispered once there was a pile of ice on his sore face and his eyes were closed because the room was dark and peaceful. They had the ice down to a science already, by the time his fifteen minutes were up the double ziplock bags would be filled with cold water instead of ice and if it fell off so be it.

“I'm good,” Derek replied, pushing down inside of his blankets and trying to make out the shape of Hotch in the dark. “I miss you. If I have to sleep on the couch to be with you...”

Hotch felt tears in his eyes, but he just hummed in agreement and let out a very soft sigh. By the time he was sleeping again, Clooney had resumed his spot beneath Hotch's propped up feet and Derek was snoring peacefully beside them, everyone returned to the exact positions they'd been in before the pain in his head woke him.

Time was funny like that.

[sparklywolfcycle]

I’ve already posted about this, but it was a mess and pretty unclear so I updated it. I wanted to ask outright:

What Patronuses/Animagus forms (minus the Marauders) do people think Marauders Era characters would have?

(I wanted to make some head canons and possibly experiment a bit with short scenes, but mostly I want to see what the response is.)

1: I’m gonna see what the response is by the end of August at midnight if there are responses

2: Highest choice is whatever I’m going with, I’m fine with whatever wins and I’ll just spin a wheel if no one responds, and maybe if there’s a tie? I’ll figure out what to do if there’s a tie

I’m figuring it out as I go, I’ll probably make a post saying what won

3: Suggestions are okay, I’ll try to credit the first person(s) if they want, the list is there if anyone agrees

4: Answer how you want and I’ll try my best to track any answers down

5: I’m doing this because I’m bored and out of curiosity of what the response(s) will be, be it lack of response or actual responses

6: Same AU rules as always (not evil Barty, Peter, Evan and everyone lives)

7: credit to moldycrustyvoldy (Only Mine, Not Yours) for Dorcas as a dragon, and Mary as a doe

Also, credit to fantasytopics.com since I tried to list what qualities they had, pretty much everything listed is information I got there

Here’s the list that barely changed:

DORCAS~

a. DRAGON-requires talent, powerful, great leader, inspires fear and respect among opponents

b. CHEETAH- fiery, would go to the end of the earth for lifelong friends, confident, more introverted, graceful, quick

c. ORCA- great leaders, brave, excel in communication, protective

PANDORA~

a. THESTRAL- powerful, gentle, kind

b. BLACK BEAR-clever, protective, gentle, powerful, willing to become better

c. DOLPHIN-lovable, social, creative, playful, caring, protective

d. RED SQUIRREL- curious, unique, protective, caring, excel at communicating

e. RUSSIAN BLUE CAT- intelligent, emotionally aware, caring, love the simple things, regal

f. SALMON-wise, ambitious, determined, resilient

g. WHITE MARE-Fighter, protective, unique, free-spirit, caring

BARTY~

a. CROW- cunning, crafty, creative, misunderstood, protective, social, reliable, eye for dangers and details not easily seen by average person

b. PEACOCK- friends make sure they are under control since they’re easily irritated, but calm when situation calls for it, prideful, show-off, pretty

c. MARCH HARRIER- creative, witty, intelligent, logical, sneaky

EVAN~

a. WHITE SWAN- graceful, loyal, protective, stunning

b. BLACK SWAN-loyal, empathetic, loving, caring, emotional, powerful

c. BROWN OWL-intelligent, good guardians, visionary, devoted (one mate for life)

d. KINGFISHER- ambitious, care about other opinions on their looks, stunning, confident

REGULUS ~

a. FOX-clever, devious, crafty, calculating, sly, loyal, wise, able to adapt

b. EAGLE OWL-solitary, devoted to small group you would go to any length to protect, fast, agile

c. GOSHAWK- ambitious, observant, intelligent, sneaky, wise, intelligent

d. BLACK AND WHITE CAT-misunderstood, independent, creative, loyal, guardians

FRANK~

a. ROTTWEILER - seems more aggressive than they are, calm, gentle, endlessly devoted to a small group, kind, extremely protective

b. DEERHOUND- loyal, determined, hard-worker/ambitious, hunters

c. HUSKY-emotionally aware, good coping when stressed, energetic, fun-loving, humble, affectionate, loving, protective

d. CAPUCHIN MONKEY- value loyalty and friendship, playful, intelligent, creative, reliable

e. BUFFALO- determined, loyal, strong, outgoing, strong-willed

ALICE~

a. ROBIN- loving, cheerful, kind, extremely protective

b. CALICO CAT- loving, extremely protective, quirky, observant, independent, unique

MARLENE~

a. HIPPOGRIFF- powerful, dangerous, respected, fierce, loving, passionate

b. LIONESS- protective, fierce, confident

c. HYENA- clever, protective, good sense of humor, loyal, creative

LILY~

a. DOE- extremely protective, loving, nurturing, gentle

b. GREAT GREY OWL- dominant personality, protective, adaptable, excels in listening, strong morals, high standards

c. CHESTNUT MARE- protective, head-strong, courageous, adventurous, passionate

MARY~

a. CHESTNUT MARE- protective, head-strong, courageous, adventurous, passionate

b. SPHYNX CAT- energetic, affectionate, friendly, loving, extremely protective, loyal

c. ST. BERNARD- sweet, resilient, strong, protective, loyal

d. DOE- extremely protective, loving, nurturing, gentle

Helps with the meaning of patronuses:

Fantasytopics.com

Themeparktoday.com

Mugglenet

We’ll see what happens

[mcwriting]

His Mobius

Lol y'all gonna hate me for this one but what can I say, I'm obsessed with this ship and slightly disappointed in the season finale.

Not my normal jam so sorry to those who only follow me for T. Holland content

Picks up where ep 6 leaves off. Don't read if you don't wanna get spoiled lol.

Ship: Loki vs. Mobius M. Mobius (one-sided)

Word Count: 1212

Warnings: it's sad boi hours in here y'all prepare to have your heart ripped out for a second; also spoilers

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The color had drained from Loki's face as he realized what was going on when he stared at the giant statue of He Who Remains.

With the intense branching of timelines, Sylvie had kicked him into a random, newly-born universe.

He turned back to the man he knew-

No. He didn't know this man.

This was Mobius. M. Mobius, but not his Mobius. M. Mobius.

"I... I- I- I need a tempad, please," Loki begged the not-his-Mobius.

"Don't you have one? Wait- I'm sorry, who are you again? You never answered my question," not-Mobius said with growing suspicion.

He didn't know this Loki, or seem to know any Lokis at all, but he still knew to question guys who came up asking frantic questions and requesting other agents' tempads.

Loki didn't know how to answer.

For once he wanted to tell the truth, but there was no way he'd be able to explain things to this not-Mobius. He didn't have time. He needed to find his Mobius.

With a swift glance, he located not-Mobuis's tempad and with even swifter precision snatched it from the man.

"Hey wait!" he cried, but it was too late.

Loki had already punched in random numbers and opened a portal, stepping through into the unknown.

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The yellow rectangle behind Loki closed as soon as he stepped through, and he knew that with all the chaos, he probably wouldn't ever be found.

As he got his bearings, Loki started to register the sights and sounds around him, along with the humid heat that made his already sweaty skin feel even stickier.

He blinked a couple times before realizing what he was looking at.

Somewhat.

He was in a rainforest.

"Midgard. This- I'm on earth," he muttered to himself, brows furrowed.

Back before the TVA, he'd spent years plotting his takeover of the planet. The Asgardian libraries had contained books filled with knowledge about earth's nature and climate systems, something he'd used to his advantage when planning where he wanted to rule from.

While he didn't know a thing about earth customs or technology, Loki could easily tell the difference between a chimpanzee and a capuchin, or explain how hibiscus flowers were great in tea.

The real question was when is he?

Loki looked at his tempad.

Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. 2015.

It made sense. Loki remembered that the country was known for its lush landscapes.

There was no telling what universe he was in. He wondered if he could find someone to fill in in the 3 years since the battle of New York, if that had even happened in this timeline.

He took a look around. The foliage was bright green, and he spotted a toucan on a nearby branch. There was the occasional scream of a howler monkey echoing through the trees.

A few feet away, just past a few trees, was a dirt path. Signs that people had walked this trail many times.

Of course, a worry popped into the back of Loki's head that claimed a hungry jaguar had paced there as it looked for a meal, trampling the grass in search of prey.

His fears were quelled, however, when he heard faint voices nearing.

He stepped behind a wide tree and watched carefully as a man in a neon shirt led a family down the trail.

Loki spotted 5 kids, who all looked between the ages of 8 and 18. Interspersed among them were 4 adults who looked to be in their 40s or 50s.

At the back of the pack walked two older men. A shorter guy with snow white hair who looked to be in his 70s, and a taller one whose hair was very much salt-and-peppered, likely in his 60s.

The brightly-clothed guide was explaining to them all of the wonderful things Costa Rica had to offer, from its diverse flora and fauna to the beaches, mountains, and rainforests.

Loki was about to pop out from the wood and ask if this family could explain what the avengers were up to, or if they even existed at all here. He knew he would look ridiculous with his torn up TVA clothes but didn't care.

Finding Mobius was more important.

Before he could call out a greeting, he stopped dead in his tracks, blood running cold.

That voice.

He knew that voice anywhere.

The shorter old guy had cut in to make a joke to his family.

"I need to know where to get a jet ski around here."

Mobius.

That was him, but what was he doing here?

Loki felt weird seeing what it would have looked like for his Mobius to live on earth up to this point, assuming that the TVA variants of him had been plucked from the mid-1990s.

"Daaaad," one of the middle aged women groaned.

He has a daughter. Are those his grandchildren?

"You know we brought you on vacation to get you away from your jet ski, right dad?" another of the middle-agers said, a man who looked to be the youngest in his generation group.

A son as well?

"I'll have you know that the jet ski was the greatest invention of our time, of all history, even!" old-Mobius explained light-heartedly.

The taller man next to him placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I think we can manage a week without, my dear."

Loki gasped.

That was him speaking to old-Mobius. Well, not him, but an old version of him.

It didn't make sense.

Loki was well over 1000 years old. An Asgardian diety. A jotun.

He wouldn't just age like that. Not unless he sacrificed something to do so.

Loki couldn't help but notice, though, that while old-Loki's face was considerably wrinklier than his own, the man he looked at was void of worry lines around his eyes and forehead.

He looked genuinely happy.

Loki shifted as best he could to stay hidden behind the tree as he watched what played out ahead of him.

"Oh, alright, alright. I guess I can manage going without ole Lightning for the week if it means I've got y'all to entertain me. But just know that I'm taking everyone out on the lake as soon as we get back to Texas."

Old-Mobius, or whatever his midgardian name really was, smiled at his old-Loki, placing an hand over his lower back.

"I think that can be arranged," old-Loki agreed, quickly pressing a kiss to old-Mobius's temple as he wrapped an arm over the shorter man's shoulders.

Loki didn't even realize that there were tears sliding down his cheeks until the pang in his heart made him turn away from the happy family.

Because it wasn't just Mobius's family, it was his.

He didn't know how the two had found each other, how this Loki had somehow evaded godhood to live a domestic, midgardian life.

Loki couldn't stay here. He couldn't disturb and be caught by them.

He needed to find his Mobius, maybe figure out how to start a life like that.

It wouldn't be easy, jumping through the multiverse searching for that hard-headed, sarcastic, witty, crazy TVA analyst Loki had somehow fallen for, but he had to try.

So with the coast clear, he reset the tempad and stepped through another portal.

For his Mobius.

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A/N: my heart is going to explode. Why did I feel the need to torture myself in this way? Anyways, I wrote it, so y'all gotta read it.

I don't make the rules.

Let me know what you thought! I love and hate this simultaneously so I'd love some feedback. Thanks for reading!!

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