#☆nez☆

[chaoticnezz]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You're favorite part about working with animals was when you got to see the sea creatures. You worked at a place that was like a zoo but for sea creatures (aquarium). Most of the time you spent giving the children a tour of the place, or just playing with them as the parents got a break.

"And this kids is the petting area, where you can pet all of the sea creatures. But before you touch them let me show you how to handle them, so that you don't hurt them."

The children surrounded you as you crouched down to be level with the water table. The table was quite deep filled with water and aquatic life. You gently touched a black octopus that leaned into you touch with each pet.

Softly you pulled your hand out of the water, "and that's how you should handle all the sea animals so please be gentle, you are free to touch them." Soon all the children scattered around the water table, all but one.

"E-excuse me miss but I'm scared to touch one what if they hurt me." You crouched down to the boys level and you patted his head with your non- wet hand. "It's alright they won't hurt you I promise, do you want me to help you pet one?"

"Y-yes please" "alright what's your name I'm y/n." "I'm Tim" you gently grabbed Tim's hand and slowly led him over to the water table. Looking into the water table you grabbed the friendliest sea animal you knew.

The black octopus it was about the size of your palm so it was small enough not to terrify any of the kid. You and Tim both crouched down at the water table. "Alright Tim I want you to meet, Minato if that's to hard for you to say you can just call him taro."

"Taro?" "Yeah, Why don't you touch him with one finger, to start off." "But won't he bite me?" "Of course he won't let me show you." You took one of your fingers and began to gently rub it across the top of the octopus, causing Minato to rub his head into you finger.

"See now you try" Tim reluctantly pet the octopus, only to calm down after seeing that Minato didn't bite. "There you go, see he doesn't bite." Tim smiled "woah, you're right he feels so cool."

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You but the final starfish back into the giant tank. It was closing time and today you were assigned with the task of bringing all the sea creatures from the petting zoo into the ocean tank.

The ocean tank is basically a part of the ocean near the zoo meant specifically for the sea creatures that you kept their. The last group of sea creatures you had to move for the night was the octopuses.

And there was only one of those in the petting zoo area. Gently you grabbed the small black octopus and put it lightly into the bucket that was half filled with water. You walked so carefully as if you were walking on glass.

Picking up the octopus you bent over and placed him into the ocean tank. Standing up you turned to walk away only to get pulled into the salty water. You gasped for air as you made your way back to surface, only to get pulled into someone's chest.

"Love <3!" You could practically hear the love in their voice, the fact that their was someone in the ocean pool wasn't what scared you. What scared you was whatever was gripping onto your waist and legs.

You hesitantly looked down only to see black tentacles. You felt a muffled cry escape your throat. "Love? Ways wrong, do you want to go back to the shore?"

The strange creature gently put you back onto the shore. You turned around now being able to fully see him.

He had short black hair with blue tips, on his neck was a black choker with gold spikes followed by a gold spikey necklace, his ears were accompanied by dangleing golden shell earrings. His arms had long fishnet like gloves on, along with a black bracelet on each wrist.

His nipples were covered by a gold swirl thing on each side, both side were attached at the front by two lose chains. Where his v line would have been their was a heart shaped tattoo. Instead if legs he had the bottom of an octopus. The color of his tentacles were black while the underside was blue with teal suction cups. His waist was adorned with gold swirls and shapes.

Your mouth was hung open in shock of what you were seeing. You finally got the courage to look at the male in the eyes only to meet with a pair of concerned bright green eyes.

"Oh my it seems your dehydrated here let me take you back to the water." Before you even have time to object you were grabbed and plunged into the depths of the ocean. You struggle in his arms you captor not noticing until you body went limp.

You were on the verge of passing out when you were suddenly brought back onto shore. You began to gasp trying to intake as much air as you possibly could. "Love I'm sorry I don't actually know much about humans!"

"Love I'm truly sorry! so, please... Please don't leave me."

[blondebrainpowered]

Nez Perce Chief Joseph and his family in Leavenworth, Kansas where they were exiled from 1877 to 1885.

 Photographer: F. M. Sargent

[forever70s]

1974 portrait of Pablita Abeyta, Navajo sculptress & activist

[nezierf]

well fudge, dangerous for who?

[arrgh-whatever]

we're playing mice & mystics and i gave our characters a little redesign

[beaulesbian]

S čerty nejsou žerty // Give the Devil His Due (1984, r. Hynek Bočan) || Petr Máchal & čert Janek

˪ Tak do toho jdu s tebou.

[muz-z-brna]

Vážení brňáci,

Konečně máme ochranu

[leenathegreengirl]

Even leaders need love 🥰💚💕

Nez had been the Batch’s handler for some time, and her and Hunter always had a special bond, trusting and relying on one another. It was only natural after all was said and done that they’d settle down on Pabu together 💚💕

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha

[avakkins-alter]

ギザァ | NEZん

[libramooon]

Monkee Mayor The Monkees ☆ 2x04

[chaoticnezz]

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You grabbed the bowl of sugar cubes you had made earlier, and set them on the tray. You also grabbed a small ceramic cup the color of the cup was black with gold details, if you could afford that cup you would buy it with no hesitation. But unfortunately you couldn't.

You took the tray off the counter and began to walk around the place corridor, stoping at a set of giant doors with roses engraved into the wood. *Knock* *knock* "come in." You opened the door with one hand before putting both hands on the tray and walking into the room.

Walking into the room you spot prince Koji sitting on his bed looking upset. Prince Koji often wore black which matched his Black hair. He also had heterochromia so he had one black and one blue eye. You thought it was cool but not everyone thought like you, perhaps his heterochromia is why all of his lover's left and he has such a hard love life.

That would make sense because everyone here wants nothing but perfection, and they probably see heterochromia as something not perfect.

You set the tray down on the nightstand next to Princes bed. You carefully grabbed the teacup and handed to the prince who took it gently. "How many sugar cubes would you like master Koji?" "... four" you grabbed four sugar cubes and carefully plopped them into the tea trying not to splash the hot tea everywhere.

Koji takes a small sip of tea, Koji opens his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it" you set the tray on the nightstand bowing to prince Koji before running to his chambers doors.

"Hello, master Koji is trying to rest right now, so how many I help you?" "Ah I see, when master Koji wakes up hand him this letter it's from his father." You gently take the envelope that was handed to you, "I will, thanks." You gave the man a small bow before shutting the door.

"A letter from your father master Koji." You hand Koji his letter before grabbing the tray and taking it back to the kitchen. Prince Koji didn't own a large place but it was still bigger than a village house. You put the sugar cubes back inside the pantry. Grabbing the rest of the dishes on the tray, you began to put them in the sink and wash them. 'I hope master Koji feels better soon, he's been down ever since his fiance cheated on him and left.'

*Crash* you jumped at the sound of porcelain hitting the ground, looking around you noticed that you didn't drop anything. Then it clicked you left the teacup with prince Koji. You walked quickly over to Koji's room, not being able to run because you were in your work gown.

"Prince Koji are you alright!?" You asked once you were in his bedroom. "I'm alright I just dropped... My cup." For some reason Koji looked very upset over a cup. You walked next to him and began to rub his back in a comforting manner with one of your hands.

"It's alright" after awhile of you rubbing his back you walked to the other side of the room and grabbed the broom and dustpan. You swept up all the bits of porcelain and dumped them into the trashcan.

"Prince Koji you should get some rest" you turned his light of before facing him again. "Goodnight Koji." You gave him a small smile before shutting the door.

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You wrapped yourself in your coat making sure you had your money. You were heading to the market to buy a new tea set. The tea set that Koji broke was one of the only ones you had in the palace.

You opened the door and were met with the cool breeze of fall. Deciding to make the trip quick, you began to run in the direction of town not noticing someone watching you.

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Koji's always loved how your name rolls off his tongue, even since the first day he met you. When you were first introduced to him by his father, you were so shy and timid he loves seeing you grow out of your shell.

When Koji open the letter earlier he couldn't believe what he read 'dear Koji, if you are unable to keep and find a wife I will have no choice but to fire all your maids and servants. And sell the castle.

In a fit of rage Koji grabbed the teacup you had left for him and smashed it onto the ground. That's when you came into the room and began to comfort him, he felt so relaxed by your touch that he fell asleep.

He woke up to the front door slamming shut. Looking outside Koji got the wrong ideal he thought you were running from him.

Before he could even think properly he ran towards you and tackled you. "Gah" you landed on the ground with a hard thud. Koji's mind spaced out he didn't even notice the words that left his lips. "If you ever try to run again, I'll break your fucking legs."

[under-loch-n-key]

Done with my Golden Pince-Nez Sherlock & Co. art!! I am pretty proud of the "early morning but not-quite-so-bright" lighting. Some lines and shading are messy and a bit wonky, but oh well, I am pretty happy with it overall. It was really fun to do.

I just loved the cathedral scene and John's monologue so much that I had to draw my version of it.

Anyway, I hope you lot enjoy!! 💛💛💛

[monkee-mobile]

this is some kind of shit mike would do anytime past the year 2010

[nezierf]

joining the trend with another polish miku (from warsaw)

inspo: its mostly traditional wilanów outfits with a mix of others from around warsaw + changed colors to mikupalette

[serpentface]

Historically plausible depiction of semi-mythological Wardi founding heroes Erub and Janes, engaging in rites of sworn brotherhood.

Each were princes of separate pre-Wardi tribes (Erub was of the western Ephenni, Janes was of the central-southern Wardinae from which the name 'Wardi' derives). Two men of their general description historically existed, but their cited exploits were likely performed by many people over a larger time scale (conquering lands to the south and east from rival Wardi and Wogan tribes and founding the kingdoms of Wardin and Erubinnos).

They are unclothed (as is necessary for the rite) but wearing recognizable regalia, as their sworn brotherhood was a display of alliance between the ancient Ephenni and Wardinae and performed before their men. Erub wears both gold and bean-bead jewelry, Janes wears gull feathers and a pearl choker (aspects of these have been retained in contemporary east and south Wardi regional adornment). Erub's wearing of tattoos (stylized paired lions across the back with their tails looping around to the chest) is an obsolete practice, and the form of headband Janes wears is now considered women's dress.

This post is not actually about them.

SWORN BROTHERHOOD IN IMPERIAL WARDIN: A POST:

Sworn brotherhood is both a ceremonial rite and a legal institution in contemporary Imperial Wardin. Progenitor variants of this practice occur or are attested to in all historical human inhabitants of the region (Wardi, Wogan, Cholemdinae, and Hill Tribes); where and from whom these traditions originated is unclear. In most cases, its historical function was as a form of allyship between larger groups of people (powerful families, tribes, occasionally entire kingdoms) via two men as a proxy, but its contemporary Imperial Wardi function is much smaller in scale has a heavily diminished role in politics.

The core function of sworn brotherhood is to both spiritually and legally bind unrelated men as kin. Similar rites involving the physical exchange of blood are used in marriage ceremonies and formal adoptions, for much the same purpose of kin-making. A person's blood is regarded as housing their living spirit, and thus to share it binds spirits together that would not already be bound by biological kinship. The contemporary variant of this practice emerged primarily between warriors/soldiers as means of establishing security for their families should one member of the brotherhood die prematurely, and to encourage loyalty and strong partnerships for mutual defense in combat.

It is an oath of exceptional loyalty and friendship, establishing mutual devotion in allyship and accepting the same duties and responsibilities to a compatriot that are otherwise only expected of blood relatives. The physical exchange maintains this bind tightly and ensures its lasting endurance. This bond provides a sense of spiritual security and will persist after death- if one brother dies alone and unburned, the other may be able to find his soul and help guide it away to the afterlife.

This rite establishes kinship in a very practical legal sense. Each brother is sworn into the other’s family, with most of the obligations implied. Each brother is sworn to familial duties towards the other’s parents- providing for them in old age, defending their status and honor and providing retribution for damages, and serving roles in certain familial rites.

Each brother’s wife and children is considered legally under the care of the other- if one brother dies, the other is in charge of filling practical obligations of a husband/father in continuing to provide for them for life, or otherwise arranging a new marriage or (if he is unwed) marrying the widow himself. He remains in control of the wife's assets, inheritance, and children unless or until she is passed into the care of another man. This is considered legally enforceable, and overrides any objections of the wife's father (who will have already lost his legal authority over her in handing her out in marriage). The wife has no direct say in this matter (and does not in general, with women being legally under near-complete authority of their father or husband).

These familial duties are required on part of each brother, but not strictly required to be requited by their family members. A family patriarch can refuse kinship to an unwanted son-in-blood, or accept one the rest of his family does not, and can enforce this decision on his wife, daughters, and any underage sons, having ultimate authority over their formal relationships. When accepted, a son-in-blood will usually receive a formal place in his new extended family's inheritance (usually treated as a youngest son). A son-in-blood is very occasionally adopted as a formal heir, though typically only in cases where a father's biological sons die prematurely (especially given this can cause complicated situations in terms of which family name the son-in-blood is bound to).

The rite of sworn brotherhood is accomplished in stages and with the assistance of a priest (generally those devoted to Ganmache, which presides over most domestic kinship affairs). Both men are blessed and purified by the priest and garbed in simple robes, and will then recite a lengthy, formal oath before God to declare allyship and swear to all expected duties as kin. The second half is done in privacy. Both men will remove their robes, with the metaphysical vulnerability of nudity under a mutual gaze allowing for the transformative effects of the rite. Each slices the palm of their hand deeply enough for blood to run and drains it into a bowl of wine. The oaths are then repeated, with remaining blood being smudged onto prayer parchment and cast into fire as an offering. The wine is then consumed by both, physically imbibing each other's blood/spirit to seal the rites. Most variants also include additional matched scarification in a prominent location (usually the forehead)- the intentional violation of the body via permanent modification, displayed prominently on the body to the public gaze, acts as a constant enforcement of the bond.

This rite is only strictly required to be performed once, though in practice is generally repeated on a yearly basis (as most rites with permanent effects are- the world's movements are cyclical and impermanent, the only permanency is in repetition).

The practice is regarded as an ideal of platonic affection between men. The family as a social unit is of vital importance in this cultural sphere, and inducting an unrelated man as one's kin is an ultimate, idealized display of loyalty and friendship. This practice may be notably attractive to men in romantic partnerships with other men, as it allows for a lifelong commitment to an unrelated man, comparable in many ways to a marriage. Though (like most male relationships) sworn brotherhoods are de-facto expected to be non-sexual, as it is a relationship between equals, a circumstance wholly out of the accepted realm of male homosexual behavior (you should not want to 'shame' your sworn brother). The vast majority of these brotherhoods are platonic.

No comparable rite exists in an official capacity for women, akoshos, or eunuchs (largely due to its place surrounding men’s roles as family patriarchs), though some may undertake similar rites to accomplish the same spiritual kinship results (without the legal benefits).

[thefisherqueen]

“Holmes and I sat together in silence all the evening, he engaged with a powerful lens deciphering the remains of the original inscription upon a palimpsest, I deep in a recent treatise upon surgery. Outside the wind howled down Baker Street, while the rain beat fiercely against the windows.“

What is better to sit and read inside with good company, while storm and rain blasts the windows. Love this little passage of domestic bliss.