#semicolon butterfly

[msbutterfly5294]

My first tattoo 🥰🦋

Symbolism of the Semi - Colon Butterfly Tattoo : Resilience + Transformation , this is the story of survival , growth , and transformation .

Symbolism of the Semi - Colon Tattoo : The semicolon tattoo represents a pause in life , rather than an ending , and is a reminder that there is always hope . It can also symbolize solidarity with people who have struggled with mental health issues , such as depression , addiction ,or suicide .

“ Your Story Doesn’t End Here . ”

Okayyy , yes , I do know the semi-colon is flipped horizontally ; and yes , I wanted it to face me 😂 It was a mistake on my part and I am very well aware that it is on my life forever .

However , I was thinking that since it was inverted , there could be a meaning backwards. . . ?

I dunno , but my brain came up with , “ Here my ending isn’t just a story . ”

Just thought it was interesting :D

[trannytheophage]

First (of many) tattoo!

[hourglass-dreams]

I was looking at mental health symbols because I was being a curious psych nerd and I found out that one of the symbols for OCD is an hourglass...

I know it's just a coincidence but it's still weird that it happened.

[bbinsects]

Recover it's okay

[randomreasonstolive]

Reason to Live #8726

  To overcome my self destructive habits and finally get a semicolon butterfly tattoo <3 – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

[randomfandom-3]

My Freind

today, i was doodling the semi colon (;) on my jeans (if you dont know, its because its when a author could end s sentence but doesnt. And its been adopted as suicide awarness) and this beautiful beloved bitch took my marker. And then she drew this.

She made it a fucking butterfly. She took a part of me i didnt like, and turned it into something i found fucking gorgeous.

[liljahelmy]

Furst tattoo

[mentallyherede]

[noisycowboyglitter]

Butterfly Semicolon Warrior: A Powerful Symbol for Suicide Prevention and Awareness

The Butterfly Semicolon Warrior emblem is a powerful symbol of resilience, transformation, and hope. It combines two meaningful elements: the butterfly, representing change and rebirth, and the semicolon, a punctuation mark that has become synonymous with mental health awareness and suicide prevention.

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This emblem resonates deeply with those who have faced mental health challenges, survived suicide attempts, or supported loved ones through such struggles. The butterfly, with its journey from caterpillar to chrysalis to winged beauty, symbolizes the personal growth and metamorphosis that can occur through healing and recovery.

The semicolon, chosen because authors use it when they could have ended a sentence but chose to continue, represents the choice to keep going despite life's challenges. When incorporated into the butterfly design, it creates a unique and inspiring image that speaks to the warrior spirit within those battling mental health issues.

Butterfly Semicolon Warriors are individuals who not only fight their own battles but also advocate for mental health awareness, support others in their journeys, and work to break the stigma surrounding mental illness. They embody strength, compassion, and the understanding that every story has the potential for continuation and transformation.

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This symbol serves as a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is hope for change and beauty ahead. It encourages open conversations about mental health, promotes understanding, and celebrates the courage it takes to keep moving forward. For many, the Butterfly Semicolon Warrior is not just an emblem, but a testament to their journey and a beacon of hope for others.

Suicide Prevention Awareness is a critical movement aimed at educating the public about the warning signs of suicide and providing resources for those in crisis. It seeks to reduce the stigma surrounding mental health issues and encourage open conversations about suicide. This awareness campaign emphasizes the importance of support systems, professional help, and community involvement in preventing suicide.

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Key aspects include promoting helpline numbers, advocating for better mental health services, and teaching coping strategies. It also focuses on recognizing risk factors, understanding protective factors, and empowering individuals to intervene when someone is in danger. By fostering a culture of compassion and understanding, Suicide Prevention Awareness strives to save lives and offer hope to those struggling with suicidal thoughts.

Gift Butterfly presents a delightful array of butterfly-inspired treasures. These enchanting gifts capture the grace and beauty of these winged wonders, offering something special for nature enthusiasts and butterfly lovers alike. From elegant jewelry and colorful home decor to practical items adorned with butterfly motifs, the selection is diverse and charming. Gift Butterfly items can

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symbolize transformation, hope, and joy, making them perfect for various occasions. Whether it's a birthday, holiday, or just a thoughtful gesture, these butterfly-themed gifts are sure to bring a smile to any recipient's face.

[tal567]

Fav tat<3

[onenicebugperday]

@colon-three--semicolon-three submitted: Salutations! I hope you're enjoying your day. I like to take pictures of things that interest me when I travel, and found some bugs while strolling and would like to ask if you could ID them? Taken in Indonesia during the rainy season. (took the picture when it was only light drizzle)

Sorry they aren't the clearest pictures.

Love the blog btw, I love seeing the variety of bugs, such creatures that are oft overlooked in our daily lives! 🪲💕

Thank you! These are lovely friends. The first is a blue pansy butterfly, Junonia orithya. The bug party is a bunch of horehound bugs, Agonoscelis rutila. And the final fella is a sphinx moth, most likely in the genus Eupanacra.

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Body Modifications + Sense of Style | BTS Additional Member AU

❤Harmony's Piercings❤

— A bunch of ear piercings on both sides including the standard lobe piercing. Got a belly piercing at 19: she got the butterfly piercing from Nicholas's sister. A piercing on her left nostril.

❤Harmony's Tattoos❤

♡ Snake wrapped around right wrist

— Got it to match with Nicholas as a token of friendship, and because it looks pretty.

♡ 3 Bats under her right collarbone going onto her shoulder

— The three bats represent the three youngest of the group.

♡ Heart Semicolon on her right inner wrist

— Her story is still going.

❤Harmony's Sense of Style❤

Her clothes look tight but they're actually loose around her figure. She'll wear cotton, silk, and satin. She'll wear a white or black shirt (Or bra/corset) with a skirt or shorts (skorts). There's usually always some red in her outfit somewhere.

She wears gold jewelry: necklaces, rings, grills.

Doesn't care that she's tall, she'll still wear her heeled boots with a 4 to 5-inch thick heel.

Depending on how she feels or where she's going, she'll just throw on a matching set of lounge wear with a little bit of jewelry and keep it pushing

Choi Harmony Master List | ©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

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[rippersz]

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

(A Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader oneshot/ramble/character study)

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

She was… everything.

Absolutely everything.

The end to every beginning, the beginning to every end, the hell and the heaven that humanity wrote and read about in books of religion. The black and the white, the evil and good, the pure and impure- she was clean and dirty, neat and messy, up and down and back and forth and left and right. She was every North star and every constellation and every natural disaster that roamed every land and every span of calm that followed such destruction. She was the organized stanzas of strict poetry and the whimsical plots of romantic letters to loved ones, she was the loved one and the writer- the letter and the words it held. She was the wax seal stamp and the care one possessed when holding something so special, she was the angry hand that tore that special apart and the seething teeth that followed that anger. She was the yin and yang of life, the devil and the god, the one who ruled but never obeyed. Her word was law and the law was her word, her nails drew the line and her feet always crossed it, her wings were black and grey and white all at the same time. She was a gift and a trap, a curse and a blessing, an offering and a prayer answered, she was all that mattered.

She was the reason you breathed, the reason you lived, the reason you woke up each morning instead of throwing yourself off of the Astronomy Tower balcony. She was the motivation in your tired arms and the bliss of your rare dreams. She was the ichor in your veins and the sweet melodies in your head. She was your anger and your sadness and your happiness and sorrow and desire and strength and passion- she was the driving force behind your very beating heart. Her existence was your hope and her presence- your salvation.

She was your ambrosia.

Your life line.

The breaths between your silence and the pity between your thoughts.

She was the message between the lines, and the damned lines themselves. She was the secret whispered into a person’s ear and she was the gasp that would soon follow. She was the period at the end of every sentence and the hastily rubbed eraser shavings as instead of keeping that period there, one would choose to replace it with a semicolon; she was the torn out page of an artist’s sketchbook and the pang of sadness that hit the artist’s heart when they notice how the tear ran into their precious work. She was the precious work. And the tear.

She was the food of your soul.

…

...

But…

Weren’t mortals always warned that the ambrosia would kill them?

…

That it would turn their blood to fire and bones to sand?

…

That against something so divine,

They didn’t stand a chance?

…

Maybe you never had a chance in the first place.

Maybe, from the moment you got there, your fate had already been written and sealed. Just like the wax stamp that she was.

Yes, maybe you were forever doomed.

To be in love.

With her.

And perhaps, for that reason only, you were the most foolish person on Earth.

Foolish sure, but also in love.

For when the scratchiness of the bed sheets in the maids quarters was cruel and unforgiving, keeping sleep at bay, you’d face your eyes to the moon- just barely peeking through the bars of the window’s glass- and tell her that being a fool was the best thing you could be if it meant you’d still have the chance to love your lady as you did.

Your lady.

And if not yours, then The Lady- because a woman like that could never be owned.

…

And yet.

...

And yet?

Your foolish girl heart would never be satisfied if it wasn’t she you woke up to each morning.

Because deep deep down, into your very core, every atom in your body, every cell, every beat of your heart and thought in your brain, every wave of blood in your veins, every butterfly in your stomach, and flower in your lungs- all of it- everything you did- screamed that it wasn’t you who mattered most. And deep down, resting beside that foolish wish of wanting to be hers, was the knowledge that- to you- she would always matter more. More than anything. Ever. More than life, more than death.

—

Yes, she was everything.

Your entire world wrapped up into the elegance of a noble woman with riches that could make kings gawk and beauty that could make queens cry.

And sure, perhaps you had a strange way of showing your affection, but none of that ever truly mattered. Your Lady simply couldn’t know.

Though sometimes, when the castle staff were all lined up for dinner- facing the nobility as they ate- sometimes you wished to step out of line and announce proudly that you were so unbelievably in love with her, even if it was just because she dabbed the corners of her lips with a cloth napkin oh so gently. Even if it was just because she held the silverware so pridefully. Even if it was just because she sent her daughters the smallest warm smile you had ever seen.

Because for you to love her… well… it didn’t take much. Not much at all.

—

Yes, she was everything.

She was everything when you cried alone in the shower, she was everything when you swiped angrily at the windows with a soapy sponge, she was everything when you fell into a blissfully peaceful sleep, she was everything even when fear made you freeze in your footsteps while the screams from the dungeons got louder. Through it all, she was everything.

But thank goodness you were nothing more than a maid.

You could love her better from afar.

On the slower days in the castle, when the staff got tired and even Your Lady and her daughters began feeling sluggish, you’d take the bucket of water and mop and your other necessities- and you’d clean in the portrait hall. You’d mop those already spotless floors and you’d reach half way across the corridor, and then you’d stop. And turn. And there- on the left (if you were entering from the right) would be the object of your affections.

The Great Dimitrescu Family Portrait.

Well- the one from Your Lady’s generation. (The other ones had been burned.)

It was large and wide and grand- with the most elaborately carved golden frame you had ever seen in your entire life. And in the center, of course, was the family you served.

Your Lady in the middle, dressed in her typically beautiful ensemble of white and black, sitting tall on a throne-like chair with one leg thrown over the other. Her golden eyes, even when painted, flared like a flame hid behind them. And her daughters- handsome in their own ways- stood behind and beside her. Miss. Cassandra, the tallest, standing behind the throne on Your Lady’s right, held her head high and hand clawed around the back of her mother’s seat. It gave notice that her mind was elsewhere- another factor being the smirk on her lips. Miss. Daniela stood on Your Lady’s left, right hand winding around the back of the chair’s golden frame as she leaned in a bit- her smile was wide and her eyes were dark. Lastly, and perhaps the best, Miss. Bela stood on Your Lady’s immediate right, looking reserved and almost harmless with a bored expression as her hands were clasped in front of her and her body leaned very close to the chair. As if she didn’t want to leave her mother’s side. Internally, you didn’t blame her at all. They looked like soldiers, protecting their queen.

That portrait was such a clear representation of their personalities… and their beauty… you couldn’t help but stop and stare everytime you passed it. Such strength from such imposing women. It actually made you smile. Of course your heart could only be stolen by a person so… so… grand. Heavenly. Spectacular. A billion other pretty words that would never be able to explain even a quarter of how great she was. And her daughters… you thought they were gorgeous in their own ways. Special… in their own ways.

Over time, you had observed just what it was about them.

Miss. Daniela was the most resourceful.

Miss. Cassandra was the strongest.

Miss. Bela was the most intelligent.

You liked watching them. More often than not, a small smile would work its way onto your face after you saw them bickering. Or angering their mother. They were quite funny.

—

Yes, she was everything.

She liked to read. Any subject. Any book she deemed worthy. But you suspected psychology was her favorite.

She held her teacup with her left hand and the saucer with her right. The Dimitrescu coat of arms was painted on all of her fine china. Sometimes her fingers would stroke over the detail while she was lost in thought.

She was also very mindful of her movements. Her red lips curved around the rim of her cups and she was careful not to smudge her lipstick or leave behind a strong print.

It was blackberry tea she liked. Blood added on stressful days, blood subtracted on peaceful ones.

She could stand perfectly still.

She liked to do her own hair.

Her bath always smelled of rose water and the number of plants in her bathroom always seemed to change.

Gardenias, Orchids, Helleborus Niger Snowbells and regular Snowbells, Camellias, and Arum Lilies.

You had done your best to read about them in the castle library.

They seemed to calm her down. Two smooth fingers gently slide under the petals and she keeps them a few centimeters away from her nose, taking a steady inhale to feel the sweet scent fill her lungs.

Her eyes would glance over every plant before she trailed out of the room, lingering for just a moment… as if to make sure they were alright.

Her pupils were a tad less dilated than the average human’s. It could only be noticed if one looked close enough.

Sometimes she stopped rather suddenly in the hallways. It was usually on the snowier days when the flurries were slow and large. She would be silent the entire time, watching the blanket of white fall. And then- well then she’d snap back into reality and turn and continue on her way. Those moments were never mentioned.

Though, she’d always sport a serene smile. It wouldn’t last long. But it would be there. As if those were her only peaceful moments and she had to soak it all in before life caught up with her. Those smiles were never mentioned either. You still thought they were beautiful.

She could control the severity of her footsteps. If she wanted to be heard, she’d be heard. But a lot of the time, she traveled in silence. Despite her size, she could walk without a squeak.

Her teeth were unbelievably symmetrical.

Her eyelashes were inhumanely thick and long, though she’d never use something as human as false cosmetics.

Her upper lip curled before her lower followed.

The only veins you could spot where the ones beneath the skin of her breasts.

The finest hairs covered her body, but they weren’t entirely noticeable.

When she smoked, she liked to tilt her head back and watch the grey clouds curl within the air. Though she usually only did that in private.

She liked the taste of raspberries.

The acid in pineapple was annoying against her tongue. She liked the sweeter pieces.

Her body rippled with muscle. Mainly in her back and legs, though the majority hid beneath the fabric of her clothing.

Her shoulders were wide enough to clear doorways.

Her claws were at least 5 to 6 feet long.

There were rings of amber around the pupil and iris of her eyes. Not completely gold. From afar, and even up close, they seemed to glow like lanterns. Lit from a fire deep inside. They were positively mesmerizing.

She liked the way her thighs looked.

She plucked her eyebrows.

She liked candlelight and candlelight liked her.

Sometimes, she hummed an old melody beneath her breath.

Her skin was cold. Very very cold. But she could get warm- although once the heat source was taken away, it would only be a few moments before the skin returned to its normal temperature.

She disliked summer.

Winter (and sometimes spring if it was a particularly good one that year) was her favorite season.

She also liked Christmas.

Giving gifts was her specialty. She always knew what to buy. She always knew the other person would like it.

She kept a few books of poetry beside her bed. You’d never caught the titles.

She was- well- she was a lot.

A handful.

She commanded rooms and brought silence and when she smiled something fierce, every breath in a million mile radius would catch and stutter to a halt. She changed the temperature with her mere presence. The air would bleed cold when she was upset, but it would feel like spring in the middle of winter if she was full of soft laughter and little grins.

On those days, even the house staff smiled.

—

Goodness- she was everything.

—

Absolutely everything.

—

You were so in love with her you could barely breathe.

—

She didn’t know of course. She could never know. Ever. She could never find out. It would surely be- disastrous. Terrible. She’d kill you… or worse… tell you to get the hell out of her castle. You couldn’t bear the thought of that. Being forced into exile… to go as far away from home as possible. No. It would be impossible. Nothing could ever keep you away from Your Lady. Not exile, not love, not life, not even death herself.

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu is a character held very close to my heart. I may or may not have a framed portrait of her beside my bed. This post was written long ago and has been cross posted on Ao3 - but I am far too lazy to grab that link. Thank you for reading. - Ripley x

(P.S. I have an Etsy shop where you can receive a hand written customized letter from Lady D. Check it out? Shop)

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

[daynascullys]

fun fact i’m asking about your jewellery please do share

bestie thank you for asking me!! (i know this is like a month old, it made me happy knowing it was here and i wanted to take time to answer lol)

i was thinking about this a lot yesterday as I wrote my first fic because i kept laughing, thinking "of course this is what I write about" given my own personal attachment to jewelry. in fact, the song I titled the fic after ("Mine" by Phoebe Ryan) kind of speaks to why I love jewelry so much.

the main point of it is that all my day-to-day jewelry is symbolic! in some ways, it started because I always loved the idea of tattoos, but I'm pretty indecisive to begin with (and my grandparents don't like tattoos, which doesn't mean I won't ever get a tattoo but there was never a tattoo I felt strongly about getting right this moment). I really liked the idea of having tangible reminders of things so I could look at my rings or bracelets or put my hand over my necklace and be reminded of whatever the jewelry was symbolizing. it also has some significance to how I've grown and changed over time.

the rest of the story + pictures/examples will be under the cut <3 (warning that my face might be in some lol I'm just using what's already on my camera roll)

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I mostly have rings and necklaces, which I've been wearing since high school. My bracelets are kind of the key to this story because of the fact that I never wore bracelets until I got a specific bracelet in 2018, but after I got that one bracelet, I have never gone without them since.

Basically, I had a very hard goodbye in 2018, and I wanted to get a piece of jewelry to remind me of that person. I usually would go with a necklace, but I didn't want to have to choose between my new necklace and other symbolic necklaces I have. That's how I decided on a bracelet. Since I never wore any bracelets, I'd never have to choose. I now have 5 bracelets that I never take off (and it's fluctuated in the years since 2018, I think the most I've had at once that are constantly on my wrist is 8?). So it felt symbolic not only because of it being a bracelet, but because there are people that came into my life since then that are very important to me and have never known me without my bracelets, yet the person who is the reason I wear bracelets never knew me as someone who wore bracelets (and I think in my head it became more symbolic because it wasn't gradual, either). So. Here are a million pics! There are fandom ones at the end that are fun (I think)

bracelets

[left] the bracelet that started it all. it has gone through many iterations, mostly to the one on the right so that I could start adding more bracelets. [right] on the right there's also pearl and tanzanite (tanzanite is my favorite), a bracelet that says "hang in there" with a semicolon (an inside joke with someone important to me, and I used to be a gymnast so the irony of "hang in there" on a bar bracelet made me smile), and the butterfly one is from my younger sister.

[left] the colorful bracelet is from my best friend. it's rose gold, so I put it on my right hand and started getting more rose gold/mixed rose gold and gold jewelry. the North Star was part of a gift (I gave someone a matching one) and is an homage to If/Then: "you're my North Star, my map to grace." [middle] I have a ton of morse code jewelry now because then I could put names or phrases without people asking me about it. some phrases/names I have: Amber, Bernadette, I will if you will, everything changes, even now. the heart is a handwritten piece of jewelry. [right] this one shows my garden bracelet! The Language of Flowers is my favorite book, so I use my favorite flower dictionaries to choose flowers based on meaning, which is why I have a lot of flower jewelry. The bracelet has peony, snowdrop, poppy, daisy, and baby's breath.

[left] new bracelets are a cremation bracelet with some of my grandmother's ashes and one with stones representing the asexual pride flag. [right] I gave a matching "E" bracelet to a client a few years ago when we said goodbye and I read The Invisible String. The bottom is a variation of a morse code bracelet.

rings

[left] tanzanite with oak leaves! tanzanite is my favorite but can also be a december birthstone. one of the meanings of my focal child's name (a baby I became really close with when I did my case study for my minor) is strength, which is the meaning of oak leaves. [middle] my current therapist's name is Amber. [right] it's hard to tell, but the stone is pink! I got it when I graduated undergrad because it meant saying goodbye to the Pink Room (infant classroom where I worked).

fandom

[criminal minds] emily prentiss inspired earrings

[ant man & the wasp] hope van dyne inspired necklace

[wicked] wicked day last year: glinda bubble necklace, ring that reminds me of glinda's wand, watermelon tourmaline ring

the x-files [left] scully inspired cross necklace [middle] bee & disk that says "believe" (getting a sunflower one that I'll probably add or trade out with the bee to be more consistent with my other necklaces) [right] x pendant

[castle, left] rose (flowers in Beckett's wedding bouquet, 7x06; various meanings) and Beckett's badge number [the mentalist, right] orchid, date I joined tmsource

one I want to see if anyone can guess if you get this far! 😆

[riverofashcoll]

Merc Piercing and Tattoo HCs

Demoman;

Ear Lobes Peirced

No Tattoos

Engineer;

No Peircings

No Tattoos

Heavy;

No Peircings

Small Matching Bunny Tattoo [Matching With Zhanna]

Medic;

No Peircings

Bo Tattoos

Pyro;

Pierced Lobes

Tongue Ring

Angel Wing Tattoo On Back

Scout;

Pierced Lobes

Pierced Bridge

Stretched Septum [13G]

Semicolon Tattoo Behind His Ear

Soldier;

Pierced Lobes

Smiley Piercing

Snake Bites

Heart Tattoo On Her Shoulder

Sniper;

Angel Fang Piercing

Paw Print Tattoo On His Wrist [Shape Of Childhood Dog’s Paw]

Butterfly Tattoo On His Right Pec

Spy;

Taken Put Lobe Piercings

Scout’s Ma’s Name Tattooed On His Side

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Ok- so- @silkkorchid is here to be a good sibling!

Trials by Rest

Morgan and Mitsunari were eating a meal and talking about a book that he got Morgan to read recently, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" Mitsuanri spoke up, looking at the door.

Amaryllis walked in looking worried.

"Ama? What's wrong?" Morgan asked, worry evident in their tone.

"It seems Lord Nobunaga wants you in his quarters."

"Why does he want you, Morgan?" Mitsunari questioned.

"Good question"

"I didn't like the sound of it, so I'll be nearby just in case." Amaryllis commented, clearly a bit agitated.

"You really don't trust what's about to happen, huh?"

"I think you're overreacting, Amaryllis. He is probably just going to challenge them to a game of Go or something like that." Mitsunari tried to comfort his siblings from thinking the worst.

"How mad does he get when he is losing...?" Morgan looked to Mitsuanri, anxiety still prelevant.

"I wouldn't know, since he has yet to lose a game"

Morgan nodded, not at all comforted by the thought of what either of their siblings theorized.

Morgan and Amaryllis walked to Nobunaga's room silently. The terror mounting within them both. Why does he want Morgan there, and what did he want them to do.

Amaryllis nodded to Morgan before leaveing to a nearby room. Then, Morgan knocked on the door.

"...my Lord...? May I come in...?"

"Please do, Morgan."

They walked in and sat across from Nobunaga, legs loose in front of them.

The two sat in silence for a few moments before Nobunaga spoke up.

"You must be curious as to why I summoned you here"

"Yes"

"I wish for you to be my pellow."

That... was an odd request. But there had to be an explanation for this, and for them of all people to be chosen.

"Why do you need me for that? I'm sure that there is someone you trust more to do such a job?"

"How about this. If you beat me in a hame of go, you can continue on. If you lose, you will be my backup pellow whenever I need you to be."

"This has nothing sexual to do with it right"

"Not unless we agree to it."

"Completely off the table and drowning in the ocean."

"Should I be offended by that or is it just normal for you?"

"Completely normal from me"

"Good. Shall we play a game then?"

"Let's."

The game was already set up, ready to be played. Nobunaga went first, intensely playing the game. Morgan stayed calm, and by the end of the game, Nobunaga won.

"An interesting tactic, mirroring my moves."

"It easily annoys the opponent and has a good setup. It's quite fun, " Morgan shrugged with a soft smile, lost in some memories for a moment.

"I see why Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi have taken to you so well." Nobunaga chuckled softly before moving into Morgan's lap.

Morgan nodded a bit. "may I have a maid get some of my sewing? I know it'll be hard for me to sleep."

"Hm? Alright then"

Morgan did as they asked before sitting quietly and fidgeting. The sleeve of their yukata rolling down to show a butterfly tattoo with a rainbow colourd in for its wings. They realized it and moved to hide it.

"I've already been told about that. However, I would like to see it closely, may I have your arm?" 

Morgan sighed and gave Nobunaga their arm, he rolled up their sleeve and looked closely at the tattoo.

"How interesting. Why is there a semicolon in place of the body?"

"Reasons.." They took back their arm and moved their sleeve down.

The maid soon returned with Morgan's sewing stuff. They thanked her and got to sewing.

Nobunaga fell asleep on their lap as he grew tired and rested there.

Some time later, Nobunaga woke to see if Morgan had rested. But to his surprised, they were awake and still sewing.

"Why aren't you asleep, Morgan?" He questioned, they said hard, not unable to.

"I can't relax with you on my lap"

"Would you rather lay down"

"Won't make a difference to me"

"Why"

"I don't have to tell you"

"You do need the rest, though." He dug some more.

"I don't want you to wake up and take advantage of me. Okay." Morgan snapped at Nobunaga, tearing up a bit before quickly wiping it away.

"Even if you trusted me?"

"Even if i trusted you."

"I see." He nodded and sat up."Then I'll do something else as a prize for winning that game. You can return to your room."

"Are you sure...?" They looked confused.

"Yes. I am sure." He nodded, letting Morgan leave with their suppies.

A bit after they left, Mitsuhide left from his hideing spot.

"They didn't try to kill you, and no letters have left from them giving revealing information."

"I see. Then, they passed the test."

"They really didn't sleep though, they did try a few times, but they genuinely couldn't"

"Then their story must have more to it than what they have shared. Continue your duty as their adoptive father alongside Hideyoshi."

"Thank you, my lord"