This stunning dark green furisode is featuring botan (peonies), blue star shaped bellflowers, wisteria, and what might also be sakura—making this a late-spring seasonality. I love the use of the red-orange and the amounts of white and light blue against this deep forest green with so much contrast. The obi seems to be tied in a large bunko (simple ribbon) with the ends folded downward—this is standard for a celebratory occasion such as coming-of-age ceremony.
Oh my god they’re cuddlingggggggg ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh \( ;o; )/
Ahh so sorry for (potentially) replying so late, dear anon, I’ve been out all day and have just got back in! I hope this is for the language thing ^^;;
1. Your native language
English. Not much to say here, haha
2. Which languages you know
English, French, Spanish, Chinese, and a bit of Japanese! But I’ve forgotten so much French since being in China oops
3. Which languages you are learning, or want to learn
I’m currently studying French and Chinese, but I really want to take formal Japanese lessons again too. I have such a long list of languages I’d like to learn OTL. Hungarian, Icelandic, and Greek are a few of them though (not necessarily in that order)
4. Does anyone in your family speak a language that you don’t?
My brother knows a tiny bit of German, but that’s it. The rest of my family aren’t that interested in languages =(
Summary: Yao loves seeing him laugh.
Notes: Tickling. Elaiadentro, do you mind if I upload this to fanfiction? Gargalesthesia refers to ‘the sensation of being tickled’.
Whatever they actually were, nation, human, both, did not matter in the end; because regardless of who or what Japan – Kiku Honda – was, it still held true that Yao knew him better than anyone. This was a fact, as he told any who tried to disagree, and facts were by nature immutable. It was he who knew what embarrassed him and why, he who could guess Kiku Honda’s true intentions when they were otherwise left unsaid, and he who could read the subtle changes in expressions that were more minute than the changes from dusk to dark.
It was a fact of which he was immensely proud. Over the course of two thousand years, he had come to understand and interpret each expression with a success rate that was by no means high but still eclipsed those of their foreign counterparts.
Despite all of this, he had rarely seen Kiku Honda laugh.
He had tried everything to make it more common. Self-depreciation, wordplay, suggestive humour, irony… none of them had worked. Kiku remained nonchalant, indulging him on occasion with a forced and cold laugh or an affectionate smile. And it was not enough. Yao did not want to see an imitation of a laugh; anyone could do that. No, what Yao wanted was to see Kiku laugh; to see his lips quiver in amusement, to provoke the sound of laughter before it could be stopped, to have Kiku clutching his stomach in (for once) openly sincere enjoyment.
This was no easy task. He cleared his throat as Kiku entered the room and delivered a – he may as well admit it – rather poor joke. Kiku stood there, meekly, uncertain how to react, and turned away to remove his jacket. “That’s funny.”
Yao wondered if he was fighting a losing battle. It was purely by coincidence that he won the war.
17th century doofuses
Ahh thank you! I hope it wasn’t cringeworthy in a bad way though owo
I agree! Being tickled is the worst! It’s like ‘no stop I can’t breathe’ and ‘sTOP TOUCHING ME’ all at once but apparently it’s funny? why do we laugh at it
Apparently it actually used to be a form of torture so… that explains a lot.