Okay So A Ceasefire Will Happen Soon, Inshallah, But I Just Know The Second It Does, Most Of Y'all Will

Gore is about graphic and violent injuries (someone having an amputated limb isn't gore, a limb being violently cut off is), body horror is about unnatural or inhuman body features. Disabilities and illnesses, things that actual people have and live with, are neither unnatural nor inhuman.

A character vomiting up bloody flowers because they have hanahaki is body horror because hanahaki is fictional and flowers cannot actually grow in someone's lungs. A character vomiting up blood because they have a stomach tumor or another medical condition is not body horror because those are real medical issues that people experience. Appropriate trigger warnings or tags for that could include "blood", "emeto/emetophobia", or "medical" depending on what you feel needs to be warned for.

Pre-battle embrace, call back to the bridge scene mayhaps? 👀🧐

Shout out to the "i would kill for you" to "i would die for you" pipeline, gotta be one of my faves fr💯

"i was a transtrender" no you werent. you were just questioning your identity and then you decided that wasn't for you. that's a fucking healthy thing to do. fuck off lmao

Gon walked the two Zoldyck siblings down the entry garden walkway from the Freeces estate.

“Thank you again for coming, Miss Alluka.” Gon smiled politely at Alluka, with all the charm he was taught growing up, the same smile that made most women swoon. He was happy to see that affect as she hid her blush behind an elaborate sewn fan. Manners and charisma was everything when you were an aristocrat with no money because your father and head of household ran off with all of it. What for was alot of rumors, with the truth only being held by the woman of the house Mito Freeces, and she would never say to Gon.

“It was a pleasure, Mr. Freeces, I’m sure.” She said and curtsied. Gon rushed forward with an extra step to beat the coachman to the door of the carriage, and opened it for her. Gon must do his best to win her affection, the Zoldycks were the wealthiest in their small Torvician town. For Gon’s family and line to continue in any sort of tradition and pride, he needed to bag himself a high ranking bride to head the affairs and gain inheritance. Alluka was the least sought after, so Gon’s target. He felt bad but Mito urged him to play this little royalty game.

Gon gave a small bow in return to her curtsey and felt the carriage dip as she climbed on. He lifted his head and felt his breath catch, not for the first time that night. He stood face to face with Sir Killua Zoldyck. He had stricking white hair, surely blessed by the gods and the coldest eyes that held so much mystery and intrigue, Gon wanted to discover more. Killua had come as a guide and chaperon to Miss Alluka, as it wasn’t proper to have an unmarried woman go to another man’s house during match making season. Gon wasn’t sure why the head of the Zoldyck household did not come, surely it was Silva’s responsibility? But Gon couldnt find he was upset with the trade. As much as Gon worked to focus on Alluka all evening, Killua was the one who continued to catch his eye, his grace and beauty and subtle affection to his sister through conversation in the night. Not to mention he cleared out their sweets tray for the night before the spread and crackers had a dent in it.

Now Killua was pinning Gon with an intense stare that made Gon’s knees go weak.

“Mr. Freeces. We look forward to seeing you again and continued correspondence.” He said and held out his hand, half angled downwards, to Gon.

“Y-yes, of course.” Gon barely was able to stammer out. Gods, where we his charism and wit now? A brief, firm shake, and Killua dipped into the carriage as well. Gon closed the door and realized as Killua slipped his hands out of Gon’s, he left behind a single white glove. Off of Killua’s right hand. Still warm.

Gon felt a shiver go down his spine from such a blatant show of intimacy. It was forward, that much was certain, and now Gon knows Killua was as affected by him that night as he was him. Gon lifted his head to watch the carriage ride off, lifting the glove to his lips to inhale the lingering scent of Killua. Killua peaked out the back of the carriage and caught his eye. Gon flushed from getting caught and also felt a rush of heat pool in his belly.

“This season will not be as straight forward as one hoped…” Gon whispered into the night air.

caitlyn is too absorbed, blinded by her growing hatred and rage, driven by the need for revenge. she loses even the instinct to protect herself, gripping her gun tightly, not even noticing that vi is right beside her—ready to give up everything for her.

cardcaptor clerith! inspired by canteatea’s art on twitter!!💕