#yttd.

mainly mocking or derisive comments, but they could take different tones. some lines tweaked or edited for easier use as starters. content: nothing of note.

for your roleplaying pleasure, 68 unedited icons of Midori from YTTD using fanart. you may edit these, crop them, put a psd on them, do whatever you want. however, you must have a link to the artist as credit somewhere on your blog! please also reblog this post if saving!

These icons were made by @akamatsupianist​​! Artist credit: twitter && pixiv. This artist is fine with their art being used for icons with credit!

how to obtain: download here or see them all below the cut!

for your roleplaying pleasure, 80 unedited icons of Mai Tsurugi from YTTD using only official sources. you may edit these, crop them, put a psd on them, do whatever you want. no need to credit either. only rule is do not give them to anyone, direct them to this post. content: major spoilers for ch.3 onward.

for your roleplaying pleasure, 218 unedited icons of Midori from YTTD using only official sources. you may edit these, crop them, put a psd on them, do whatever you want. no need to credit either. only rule is do not give them to anyone, direct them to this post. content: major spoilers for ch.3 onward, nongraphic eye horror.

@gosutm​  “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!”  ♡ - not accepting

shock  painted  on  pale  features  at  the  sudden  outburst  that  came  from  such  a  tiny  frame.  words  tempted  to  sputter  out  of  a  lying  mouth  ,  yet  nothing  seemed  to  surface.  ever  since  they  got  trapped  ,  saw  life  flash  before  unheavenly  eyes  ,  blood  was  spilled  ...  pretending  to  be  something  he  was  not.  ok.  everyone  was  suffering  ,  yet  he  stood  strong  &  tall.  a  backbone  for  the  group  ,  a  person  to  rant  too  ,  to  scream  too  ,  to  hurt  ...  never  caring.  yet  fear  &  guilt  began  to  bubble  ,  resurfacing.  put  them  down.  he  can’t.

“  I  CAN’T  ,  OKAY  !?  ”  snapped  words  back  at  the  older  ,  a  perfect  mask  beginning  to  crack.  tears  filled  up  in  his  mind  at  the  thought  of  their  bodies  ,  people  he  liked  to  call  his  friends  ,  dead  on  the  floor.  voted  off.  executed.  (  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  next.  please  spare  him  !  ).  hands  shake  as  body  curls  into  itself  ,  falling  to  his  knees.  hands  clench  into  fists  ,  head  hung  low  ,  tears  streaming  now.  (  please  spare  me  !  )

“  i  can’t  ...  i  can’t  ...  ”  muttered  words  as  tears  fall  down  ,  before  hands  brought  to  his  cheeks  ,  wiping  away  his  own  tears.  (  no  one  would  do  it  for  you.  ).  “  i  can’t  ...  you  don’t  get  it.  if  i  ...  ”  choked  on  words.