#food horror

[skullingwaydraws]

elizabeth

[aventurineswife]

Lmaooooo the one with Yor Forger!Reader 😆 Any chance we could get that with Sushang, Feixiao and Qingque? 🤣

Just imagine…someone daring to take a bite—

And then straight keeling over dead to the world. ☠️

“When Love Cooks... but the Kitchen Revolts” | Part 2

Tags: Sushang x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Qingque x Reader, Crack Fic, Humor/Comedy, Food Gone Wrong, Culinary Disaster, Over-the-Top Reactions, Slight Angst (if you squint), Unintentional Poisoning, Bad Cooking.

Warnings: Food Horror, Exaggerated Reactions, Implied Food Poisoning.

A/N: MY GIRLS ARE GETTING RECOGNITION‼️🗣️🔥✨

[Part 1] | [Part 3]

[Header credits]

Sushang was eager. Very eager. Her wide grin could almost be mistaken for excitement—or was it fear? Either way, she was excited to try what you had prepared for your meal. After all, she was always willing to test her strength against challenges, even culinary ones.

Sitting at the table with her chopsticks poised, Sushang watched you carefully lift the lid from the steaming dish. Her eyes widened with hope, but as the lid was removed, a heavy, ominous cloud of smoke wafted up. Sushang’s eye twitched uncomfortably, but she pushed forward, determined to taste the dish.

A single bite.

The moment it hit her tongue, her entire face went pale. Her hand quivered as she swallowed—if you could even call it swallowing. Her stomach churned in rebellion, but her pride prevented her from showing weakness. For a few moments, Sushang managed to sit still. And then…

BAM!

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her chopsticks dropped, and she slumped forward onto the table with a loud thud.

"Th-the flavor... it’s... it’s like… poison, but worse." Her voice came in a dazed, muffled tone from beneath her arms.

You winced and muttered an apology, unsure whether Sushang had actually fainted or was simply overwhelmed by the sheer force of the meal. Either way, it was clear that your cooking had struck a blow greater than any battle wound.

Feixiao always thought she could handle anything. She’d survived a life of violence, fought against abominations and enemies alike—how bad could a home-cooked meal really be?

When you called her over to try your cooking, she arrived with a casual, confident stride, expecting a delightful meal to complement her otherwise personality. But then the smell hit her—overpowering, strange, and almost wrong.

She eyed the dish warily, an unusual shudder running down her spine. "You... want me to eat this?"

Her heart told her she could handle anything. Her pride as a general told her she had no fear.

But as she took that first bite, her world shifted in a way it never had before. The moment the food touched her tongue, the fury of Moon Rage coursed through her. Not because of her affliction, but because her body rebelled against the impossible texture and the flavor so harsh that it nearly shredded her soul. Feixiao's eyes widened, her hand shot to her mouth, and before she could control herself, she vomited onto the floor.

“That,” she coughed, gasping for breath, “is a weapon of mass destruction.”

Her ears drooped, a rare moment of vulnerability seeping through her usual battle-hardened demeanor. You stared, horrified.

“Don’t worry,” Feixiao said, wiping her mouth and struggling to stay upright, “I’ll... I’ll survive.”

But just as she attempted to regain her composure, the general’s knees buckled, and she crumpled into the nearest chair. “Moon Rage... is kinder than this...” she muttered, slumping down in defeat.

[Header credits]

Qingque had heard the rumors. The food that could make even the toughest warrior faint. She was curious but, above all else, intrigued by the possibility of surviving the meal. After all, as a fan of all things quirky, she wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge—no matter how lethal it seemed.

She sat across from you with a small grin on her lips, as if savoring the potential disaster. When the plate was set before her, the aroma was enough to make her eyes water. It wasn’t that it smelled good; no, it was suspicious. But Qingque was brave, so she lifted the chopsticks and took a tiny bite.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. There was an odd, almost humorous flavor to it. Like burnt something with an aftertaste of... did she detect metal? But she kept chewing, determined to understand this creation. The more she chewed, however, the worse it became.

It wasn’t food anymore—it was a force of nature, rising within her, threatening to take over her senses. Her cheeks flushed, her hand clutched the table, and her usually bright eyes narrowed.

“...No... no, this is—”

And then, with the most dramatic flair, Qingque flopped backward in her chair, one hand pressed dramatically to her forehead.

“Please... if there is an Aeon of Hunger, I beg of you... spare me,” she gasped, “I’m... dying.”

You were horrified, muttering frantically as you checked to make sure Qingque was still breathing. “Wait, no! You’re not—”

"I’m alive," Qingque groaned, lifting a hand. "But this... this is beyond death. I'm too alive. I don't know what's happening, but this... is not food. It’s a curse."

[horror-aesthete]

The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover, 1989, dir. Peter Greenaway

[saul-tortellini]

[virgin-martyr]

More specifically, Poltergeist, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), and Psycho focus on the concept of food as a critique of the family and the dominant ideology of bourgeois patriarchal society. Not unlike the steak that terrorizes the Freeling family in Poltergeist, the monstrous families in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Psycho are theoretically defined by the failure of industrial food and animal production to maintain a standard of living that is commensurate with the values of consumer society and cultural commodification. Ultimately, the concept of food as Other in the above-mentioned films acts as a critical intervention that focuses on the monstrous family and their opposition to the terrorizing force of the status quo epitomized in the gated community of Cuesta Verde in Poltergeist.

In addition, each of these films’ representation of the connection between the killer and victim establishes food as a pictorial trope that underscores the crisis and disintegration of bourgeois consciousness and the nuclear family. Both Hooper’s reactionary horror film and the more progressive Texas Chainsaw Massacre expand upon a concept that I refer to as the free-range stalk-and-slash narrative popularized in Psycho. As a result, the distinction between the progressive and reactionary — as well as the classic and modern — horror film is complicated and improved upon by the shocking representation of food and the collapse of the farm-to-table ethos, which imagines a renewed embrace of the land as a source of nourishment and well-being that overlooks the problems of economic hardship and social inequality.

Hans Staats, excerpt from "Let Them Eat Steak: Food and the Family Horror Film Cycle," What's Eating You?: Food and Horror on Screen

[alastor-assists]

Cringetober 14! Candygore!

We switched day 13 and day 14 around! We're gonna try 13 tomorrow but wanted to wait till tomorrow. And also rather than candygore we decided just to do gore and horror food!

x x x | x x x | x x x

[melibemusca]

Y'know, we look back at people who believed in spontaneous generation with condescending amused pity, like aww that's so cute you thought flies miraculously appeared from dead flesh. But look, what if spontaneous generation was more of a coping mechanism than a belief?

Maggots are gross, okay. I say this as a biologist who loves the shit out of all living things. I even love maggots. But I also think they are gross. And in my food? NO THANK YOU.

But what if there was nothing I could do about it? What if there weren't freezers and fridges and grocery stores and all the tidy trappings of modernity that allow us to have mostly maggot-free food? What if food just came with maggots, no substitutions, exchanges, or refunds?

Look, maggots are big. They're not bacteria. You can see them with your nude-ass eyeball. I refuse to believe that people hundreds of years ago didn't see them. Didn't notice them. Didn't maybe, occasionally, observe the transition from maggot to fly.

But maggots are gross. And if we believe in the spontaneous generation of flies, we don't have to think about maggots in our food. People hundreds of years ago, I'm sure, could be just as clever about their selective ignorance as people today. Sure, Aristotle, your theory of spontaneous generation sounds totally legit! Flies simply appear on my meat, and I can shoo them away and eat it, nothing else going on here, la la la!

[shrimpathizer]

i don’t remember the whole thigg by but i saw a post that was talkinn about how boring a trope it is for characters to be fed mysterious meat and for it to turn out to be human meat.

i don’t remember what they said but like. imagine. you bite into a piece of arm. and it tastes like cabbage. you bite into an eyeball and it falls apart, tasting like brussel sprouts. in the middle is a small rock. a pebble even. or maybe its a seed. you take a bite of intestines and out comes whole peas. you look at the wall of the intestine and its a pea shoot.

[bambiraptorx]

content warning: horror, gore, blood

[I.D. A loaf of bread and a glass of wine sitting on a table drawn digitally in a lineless style. The space behind them is black. The wine is dark red and opaque, like blood. The loaf has had one end cut off to reveal intestine like organs inside, dripping blood that pools on the table. End I.D.]

something something the body and the blood transubstantiation cannibalism gore idk

[skullingwaydraws]

Screamcones!!! A whole new line of inedible icecream flavors to die for! 👻🍦 Do you have a favorite?

special thanks to my partner @tato-potat for writing the adorable copy for the flavors 💕 close ups of each

[idleducks]

There’s something mildly terrifying about opening the fridge to see raw, unpeeled potatoes in there.

They are so very out of place

[horror-aesthete]

Delicatessen, 1991, dirs. Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro

[dominostodoomsday]

Theoretically one could make a mac n' cheese burrito with all the fixin's but I'm not high enough for that endeavor yet

[bigsta]

These are not pizzas, especially that first one. These are abominations, experiments created by mankind to test how far we could go without even thinking about what or why. We had pepperoni. We could’ve stopped at pepperoni and we’d be fine, but nay. We had to give God a reason to hide in heaven, if he hasn’t abandoned us already. Watermelon on pizza (second picture)? You’ve gone too far. The first picture?! That isn’t a pizza, THAT IS AN AMALGAMATION MADE BY MEGALOMANIACS WHO CANNOT EVEN FATHOM THE MEANING OF THE WORD LIMIT.

Anyway, how was your day?

~Bigsta

[virgin-martyr]

Furthermore, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Psycho represent the countryside of America — like the planned community of Cuesta Verde in Poltergeist — as imperiled by industrialization and the concomitant threats of economic hardship and social inequality. Indeed, all of the films in this essay represent these processes as greater threats than the monsters that plot against the suburban and rural communities that function as sites of unfettered simplicity and ideological stability. 

Hans Staats, excerpt from "Let Them Eat Steak: Food and the Family Horror Film Cycle," What's Eating You?: Food and Horror on Screen

[silvermare]