#withsorrowandregret

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@withsorrowandregret said: don't you see? you matter to me. (mikey for izana)

concern for others sentence starters

As anyone in Tenjiku would be able to tell you, No, Izana doesn't see it. He doesn't see the care from the closest people to him let alone from someone like Mikey. Years of jealousy coil tight in his chest and venom fills his mouth like a snake ready to bite. It isn't far from the truth. Izana doesn't have any control or filter that stops normal people. He goes until he can't, for one reason or another.

" No. " Izana's answer is decisive and short. It isn't just a response ; it's a rejection of what Mikey claims to him. Mikey doesn't care. Not yet at least. He'll break Mikey apart and build him back the way that Izana thinks he should be. He'll make him into the image he wants. That Mikey will say Izana matters to him. That Mikey will depend on him the same way a broken toy relies on someone fixing it over and over and over again.

This Mikey? This Mikey is the one Shinichiro always mentioned. The one he was going to give everything to. The Black Dragons included. The reason that Shinichiro wasn't his brother. Except Shinichiro wasn't even- Izana's eye twitches slightly and he turns his head away, draws in a trembling and silent breath where no one can see.

" I don't. " It's a response that could answer either question. No, he doesn't see it OR No, you don't care about me. Both are fitting statements in Izana's mind and he offers no further clarification as per usual of Izana. Maybe he doesn't know it himself. Izana spares a glance thrown over towards Mikey. " West winds are starting to blow. It won't matter regardless. "

#withsorrowandregret #mikey trying but izana just nO #not till he breaks him at least v.v #also cryptic comment but #west winds tend to symbolize destruction of an old order #& pursuit of something new #tbh only izana probably gets it but #given his sometimes cryptic comments threw it in there + explaination #᛭ — [IC] the unwanted will burn the world [IZANA KUROKAWA]

[soulsballad]

@withsorrowandregret: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ (hamel to bay yi)

she's not weak.

she can't be weak, despite the silly persona she may showcase to the chief and other sinners at the mbcc. she acts dopey and slow, but she's far from it, it's all a front; a mask so she can continue to close herself off from those around her, to keep herself reeled back from reality. that means when she's injured, she downplays it several. it happens so much the chief has her checked out after every mission, regardless if she's been hurt or not. the mission which took place a few days ago took her by surprise. she took a slash to the abdomen by a corruptor and it hurt like hell, and she was treated for it upon her return. only, it wasn't clearing up. it was somehow getting worse.

and she was too proud to mention it. so she takes it on the chin, ignores the aches and the burning, she even ignores how the opening of the wounds begins to turn black, she's in denial, if anything. a corruptor won't be what takes her out, like hell it will be. however, she begins to think otherwise as she sways side to side as she weakly makes her way down the corridor towards the recreation room, beads of sweat trickling down her face. she's headed somewhere, somewhere she's not certain of, but her body is being lured in, and when she makes it to the room, she knows why.

there, in the centre of the room, was hamel. the s-rank sinner, the first-ever sinner, apparently. her beauty and grace emit from her like a warmth, her movements are nothing short of beautiful, and they never fail to take her breath away. unfortunately, this time it's not her dancing that does such a thing, but the injury which continues to worsen. dropping all of a sudden, the sinner hits the floor with a weak puff of air, the world around her spinning and darkening. but she makes out the soft flashes of periwinkle above her, and the gentle voice. bai yi doesn't make out what she says, because the ringing in her ears is much louder than the other's dulcet tone.

a sharp pain to the wound has her body jolting, a cry of pain escapes her as she goes to swat away the other woman's hands, but soon enough the pain begins to subside. a few moments pass by and she's lying on her back, gazing up at a dancing hamel, blinking tiredly as the sinner's ability slowly begins to make the edges of bai yi's wound pull back together, and at a speed she's never seen. this woman truly was angelic.

#BAI YI. / answered #BAI YI. / v. path to nowhere #withsorrowandregret #withsorrowandregret: hamel #my brain told me this sucked and i think its right #but oh well #thank u to h.amel for saving her life

[barrenstars]

it's been a few days since the incident with br-004 and bai yi having whisked zoya off to safety. it was tricky getting away from the chief with zoya being nothing but deadweight, especially since the sinners working for the chief were equally as determined to get her back as bai yi was to take her away. but she managed it, she always did. having taken the leader of legion to a safe house, or more like a hole in the ground no one would stumble across, she'd begun steady work on patching them both up, zoya more than herself. even though bai yi was injured, badly at that, her main mission was to keep zoya alive and nurse her back to health.

when it came to medical equipment the sinner was useless, but someone had already been to prepare an iv and everything else she'd need, all bai yi had to do was change it every so often, but after the first day or two she felt as though zoya didn't need anything other than rest and frequent changing of her bandages. so, at this particular hour of the night, that's exactly what she is doing. sitting on a chair pulled up by the tattered bed, the speedy sinner hums a tune absentmindedly as she uses a few disinfectant wipes to clean up around discoloured wounds. when she hears a rough groan, bright eyes immediately flicker upwards, seeing the legion leader begin to stir.

already? zoya really was absolutely remarkable.

as she takes the time to regain consciousness, bai yi finishes up as quickly as she can, putting on another bandage before turning her undivided attention onto the woman, and not her injuries. a hand reaches out to her sickly complexion, moving aside some strands of her greasy hair. she decided to wait until zoya regained consciousness before worrying about such things. ❝ good morning, sleeping beauty ~ how are you feeling? ❞ / @withsorrowandregret ( plotted starter! )

#BAI YI. / threads #withsorrowandregret #withsorrowandregret: zoya #as promised!! miss bai yi n miss zoya #if you want anything changed just ask!!

[daysterre]

plotted starter with @withsorrowandregret | Minamoto Teru & Arima Kana

❝ Minamoto Teru! ❞ Kana called his name, once having seen him wandering the hallways alone. A bit unexpected was her sudden approach, considering they hadn't spoken many times before even if being in the same class — better say none at all, but when witnessing a rising star, a flickering new-sprung flame, she couldn't help her urge to get closer, in hopes one day she could reflect his light. Selfish were her reasons, just like the kind of industry they had stepped in.

❝ I saw your performance. It was impressive for an up-and-coming actor. ❞ Said Arima Kana, once famous child actor prodigy, a star that was never meant to shine for too long. ❝ Especially the way you swung your sword. I've seen many professionals fail at being natural in battle scenes. ❞ The truth was, this seemed to be the most excelling part of his acting skills. Even though he was much better than the average actor of their age, his emotional acting was lacking in her trained eye, watching him up close confirmed her assumptions. He carried a distant aura, one delivered even to the scene. Yet this was no weakness of his, not for the career he had chosen. His looks were outstanding, and along with his attitude — a pretty face that'd make one's heart race, yet so out of reach — was one of the reasons that'd make him popular. One of the reasons he was going to succeed.

❝ How did you do it? Did you take any classes? ❞

#( don't mind her kind attitude. once getting to know her she'll be an insufferable brat ) #( kana asking the tricks cause in canon she plays the warrior in a theatrical play ) #( she'd need those moves ) #—✶ arima kana. #—✶ thread. #—✶ in character (kana). #—✶ ft. minamoto teru. #—✶ minamoto teru (withsorrowandregret). #—✶ kana & teru. #withsorrowandregret

[priesm]

UWA, THE SUPER POPULAR MINAMOTO-SENPAI IS TALKING TO HER. mina-p would freak out if she knew ! there's just something so mysterious about @withsorrowandregret, an aura usagi can't quite pin down .... not villain, but something else entirely. ❝   ano ... are you cosplaying, senpai ? that sword ...  ❞

#withsorrowandregret #⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐌 🌙ㆍ₊⊹） ♡ verse ‣ default. #i hope this is ok !

[heliador]

what choice do we have ? (chuuya for yosano <3)

quite an abundance of them, but i can't even pretend to be surprised that you think of none. such words, they dance on the tip of her tongue like miniature daggers dipped in poison — muscle of blade, sometimes she needed to keep it sheathed ( or so ranpo would say ). she chalked the advice up to a fragile ego, and it is not out of the kindness of her heart that she opts to only shoot the port mafia executive a blank expression instead. but would he catch the faintest twitch in the corner of her lips ? the doctor is an enigma to many and she prefers it that way, keeping herself a labyrinth meant to get lost in. she hadn't decided if she wanted to leave hints for him. “ i suppose only the obvious one. ” she tugs down on the hem of her gloves, stretching her fingers into the material for a better fit. “ you don't have two left feet, do you ? ”

#withsorrowandregret #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⟶ 001. ◜ yosano akiko ◞ ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭. #oKAY HEAR ME OUT. hear me out #i was gonna take this the typical gloom and doom fight for their lives type path #but i was like lmao what if they got stuck watching a target or smth and got caught in th emiddle of some . #dance event type thing #and now have to *gag* dance #HAHAHAH #unless?

[ofsavior]

how many shots? || anonymous. & @withsorrowandregret

Anonymous asked: How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Draken, Mitsuya ? withsorrowandregret asked: “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with draken?” (for mitsuya, have fun)

Well now, that's a loaded question. One he deliberately chooses not to answer.

“ I'm not really one to drink. ”

#( c. Takashi ) #anonymous #( alcohol tw. ) #( suggestive cw. ) #withsorrowandregret

[deathfavor]

@withsorrowandregret​ said: the entire room is filled with balloons to celebrate worlds tiger day  ,     pspspsps written all over the decoration  .     shinya goes down on one knee  ,    proposing  :   ❝   will you forever be my tiger  ?    ❞

ITS TIGER DAY GUYS

   “  What -  “  Byakkomaru blinks at the room full of balloons, calm expression turned to one of surprise before he rather quickly notices the pspspsps that’s written over basically just about everything. Which promptly earns a deadpan stare. So THIS was why Shinya had that unusual request to go snooping.

   Well played, well played.

   It’s so ridiculous that Byakkomaru nearly bursts into a fit of laughter as he looks down at Shinya on his knee, as if they didn’t already have an oath and contract - one of cursed gear, one of his own. But he manages to school his expression to some degree, though he doesn’t hide the laughter in his eyes.

    “  Oh Shinya! You spoil me.  “  He swoons dramatically, purposefully exaggerating the acts before he puts out one of his hands.  “  I thought you’d never ask! Of course I will!  “  He nearly chokes on suppressed laughter.  “  I’m so happy I could die!  “

#withsorrowandregret #THE WAY I WAS CHOKING LAUGHING #oh my god #the two of them out here being menaces #can you imagine walking in to see this #I CANT EVEN TAG THIS AS CRACK BC THEY WOULD #᛭ — [IC] the beast as fierce as a winter blizzard [BYAKKOMARU]

[jikoku-a]

teru cracks his knuckles . ❝    well well , look who decided to finally show up . perhaps you have forgotten about the rules &. need a little reminer , aoi  ?    ❞

here, trembling in his uwabaki, lies aoi akane: death by exorcist beads stringing him up or lightning striking from the tip of his senpai's blade or the superhuman strength that is often leveraged to manhandle him in a sadistic method of stress relief. teru looks down upon him, blue gaze of malevolence, sickly sweet smile plastered to his face as he cracks at the knuckles in his fist. it is a triggering sound, nails on a chalkboard, excuses dying in his throat.

" haah ... sorry, president. i thought we were going to fold the fall festival pamphlets on monday, not today. an honest mistake, really. could happen to anyone, am i right ? " chest heaves with exertion, rosy flush at his cheeks: athleticism aside, he's sprinted halfway across the school to make it to the classroom with only a margin of tardiness. " and i was going to ask to walk ao - chan home ... " sulking is a grumble masked under the shadow of a thin sigh, though wary gaze is still upon exorcist's approach. it is a friday: shouldn't he be allowed to go home ?

#answered. #akane #withsorrowandregret #thanks for sending o/ #i love this duo a lot ! they're so goofy together

[barrenstars]

@withsorrowandregret : [ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride (mikey for emma)

he steps out the house and emma can hear the sigh that slips past his lips. it only makes her grin wider. readjusting her hands, which were draped around his neck from behind, she shimmies a little, prompting mikey into adjusting her on his back before she settles once more, outstretching a finger towards the gate of the sano residence. ❝ come on, i don't want to waste time. get moving, mikey! you promised you'd accept the punishment fair and square! ❞

when he begins to move, trudging himself, and emma, out of their shared household, the blonde giggles and peeks around to get a look at his side countenance. ❝ this isn't even the worst of it. i get to spend the entire day on your back, and that includes the toman meeting tonight, by the way-! ❞ oh, she can't wait. to see everyone's faces when mikey drives in on his bike, emma on the back, only to get off and then crouch down for her to jump on, and then spend the entire meeting giving a speech to all those boys with his younger sister attached to his back like a backpack. they'll all be so confused, she simply could not wait.

happily, emma kicks her feet while they make their way down the street, towards the city, as she instructed. she wanted ice cream, and it would probably cheer him up too. lazily, the sano rests her chin on her brother's shoulder, allowing her eyes to drift closed. ❝ oh, i hope draken-kun is around and sees us before tonight. i can't wait to see his face - he'll be so confused, ha! ❞

#EMMA. / answered #EMMA. / v. main #withsorrowandregret #withsorrowandregret: sano manjiro #in my head they both made a bet and m.ikey lost #his punishment was to carry her around for the whole day on his back #i'd sure love to be at that toman meeting and see that eorgiuhe

[nxvola]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 in an instant upon catching the sight of a well known silhouette. It used to be hidden within the shadow of a baby's frame but now. Ah, now it fills his entire being with 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. Finally. ❝ Finally you are all grown, baby ⸻ won't you let me bite you to death? ❞ / starter call / @withsorrowandregret ( reborn )

#tbt. #withsorrowandregret #( let's go (ง'̀-'́)ง )

[starwrote]

" you're not properly welcomed to fontaine until you've had a shopping spree with moi please, let us take haste!" the golden socialite spins around her parasol with a sparkling smile. / @withsorrowandregret for keqing.

#withsorrowandregret #*throws this a fellow fashionable lady* #✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀ navia. // 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[nonhumen]

✏️ (from chuuya or yosano to dazai)

Dazai: I love you. Chuuya, not paying attention: What was that? Dazai: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Chuuya: Help! I’m drowning! Dazai: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Chuuya: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Chuuya: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Dazai: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Chuuya: But you’re always acting stupid? Dazai: … Dazai: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Yosano: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Dazai: What changed your mind? Yosano: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

Yosano: Dazai is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Yosano: I'm having problems with a guy… Dazai: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

#withsorrowandregret #both. both is good #dazai's horrible pining for chuuya has me in tears #also dazakiko being the baddest bitches you know

[godsbox-a]

❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ (from amanai)

the weight of a snappy yes !! nearly bursts before he can catch it between a hard click of his teeth, brow twitching, fists curling. a whole existence so formerly floating by, resting uncaring on the effortless impressiveness of his own laurels, might as well've gotten strapped down in concrete shoes for the blow of a lifetime of stressors knocking into him like a truck. ( karmic retribution ? not the first time he'd caught nanami's self - satisfaction from the edge of his eye. ) he scowls, cocks out a hip caged beneath the prop of his hands and sniffs      distaste. ❝ yeah as if. i'd at least have a cute kid. ❞ &. a hand darts out, knocking two fingers hard against her forehead, flicking her hair up into the air.

it's like keeping a fish alive, he'd reason. not throwing too many crumbs into a koi pond, trying to get a return on that investment of time and care, but : even in tugging on her braid, slapping her hands away, stealing her phone and holding it up high over head : there was more to it than that, wasn't there ? bottled up breath whistles low, deflating gojou, drooping down with an elbow at her shoulder. ❝ stop being annoying. i wanna go get good breakfast, but they got a no pets sign. so be like a lady. ❞ [ ☁️ ] @withsorrowandregret

#ok i'm ready for HI arc 😤 (no i'm not) #withsorrowandregret #. ☁️☁️ 〃 ⋯ 𝐢𝐧. : answered. #. ☁️☁️ 〃 ⋯ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. : 青春‚ blue spring.

[ofsavior]

international kiss day! || @withsorrowandregret

😘 (shinya for guren; from mona ofc)

Guren knows that look all too well. The more innocent Shinya portrayed himself, the most guilty he is. Skepticism marks his expression, pointed brows and sharpened eyes. What's Shinya up to? His lips falter at their corners, dropping to a frown reserved only for Shinya's crimes and offences ( or rather Guren's annoyances ).

“ Every time you smile like that, I know I'm going to end up with a headache after. ” Guren remarks, voice pointed and lined with an adamant sense of caution. That smile might be the most untrustworthy thing he's ever seen, and Guren's laid eyes on Ferid Bathory.

Shinya offers no explanation, which only furthers Guren's suspicion. However, it's all for naught when Shinya approached him. Arm along his shoulders, palm raised upwards, and Shinya's smile remains all the same. Guren's stiff under his arm, violet eyes wary and attentive. Before he has the chance to realize, Shinya turns and claims his lips.

Quick and sharp and surprisingly steady. Guren's wide eyes, fall shut. Unexpectedly. Against his own stubborn will to keep them open. The kiss is one Guren's never quite felt before. It lasts, too. If only for a few quick-paced heartbeats, but it lasts. Enough that Guren feels the need to breathe while his breath bolds. His eyes part open, and he reels himself backwards before shaking his head.

“ ... Haaaaaaa. ” He sighs, unsure what more there is to say.

#withsorrowandregret #( c. Guren ) #( v. catastrophe at 16 )

[deathfavor]

@withsorrowandregret said: "something wrong?" (shalom to dreya)

   Kept restrained and confined deep within the belly of the Minos Bureau of Crisis Control, it is not often that anyone comes to pay visit to the Sinner. Dreya does not seem to mind ; it is rare that she reacts to the presence of anyone other than the Chief. ( Except for on occasion or when the full moon rises and mania stirs in the air. ) Her masked visage turns towards Shalom at her entrance into the room. 

   “  You tread to places you should not go with confident steps.  “  Dreya remarks, her voice echoing despite the fact the room is not one where echoes should be possible. It isn’t, and it doesn’t for anyone else either, but for Dreya alone, nature itself seems to contort and twist. It is obvious she is in a sentient enough state to be aware of the moment for what it is, but she does not call for guards or anyone else. The Perishing Star bound to a human vessel only regards the other Sinner with a miniscule tilt of her head. 

   “  Have you come seeking knowledge?  “  She asks instead, tempting in offering what she knows like fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. " You do not trod without purpose. " Dreya remarks, the chains shifting and clanking together when she moves slightly to devote more of her attention towards Shalom.  

#withsorrowandregret #this is 🤔 #very interesting to see #᛭ — [IC] pursue knowledge with meraki o blazing soul [DREYA] #᛭ — [QUEUE] ghosts of the past and of the future