#fruit on fruit violence

[thyandrawrites]

Fuck him up, baby

#The LOOK on shidou's face nfhshsjjsjsb lmaoo #This is where I reveal myself as a ksr anti on main lol #Blue lock spoilers #Fruit on fruit violence #Obvs shidou will win because he's gay and kaiser is just european /j

[housewifebuck]

cannibalism....

#fruit on fruit violence #sorry for all the screen caps today #Eddie Diaz #911 #🪐 #caps

[pokketofficial]

i was today years old when i learned pineapples don’t fall from trees 🙂

#pokket #pokketsaysthings #dumb bitch #today i learned #pineapples #fruit trees #fruit #fruit on fruit violence

[dmc5se]

and while im milgram posting here is a kazui that i drew for my bf the other day

#my art #milgram #milgram project #kazui mukuhara #fruit on fruit violence

[abluescarfonwaston]

To be clear Miles is a fruit bat variety of vampire because when he eats fruit it's fruit on fruit violence.

#miles Edgeworth #vampire miles #fruit bat miles edgeworth #FRUIT ON FRUIT VIOLENCE

[maidofmetal]

too much fruit n now my tummy horts

#metal speaks #the fruit betrayed me #fruit on fruit violence #< calling myself a fruit but please don’t call me a fruit

[noghostguys]

#my art #my oc: carrion #my oc: day #daylo #carrie n day would never meet zince theyr from 2 dofferent ztoriez #but if they did theyd hate eachother #fruit on fruit violence

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A giant snake appeared in my bedroom and spoke in a deep rumbling voice. It said, “The fruit was meant to be eaten.” Then it smashed a hole into my wall, jumped out and burst into flames, turning into a giant eagle.

#dream #text #April 12th 2023 #animal #reptile #snake #snakes #snake tw #snakes tw #fruit #eating #violence tw #fire tw #body horror tw #eagle #bird

[muzzleroars]

V1’s creators must’ve been so proud seeing it perform what it was made for, the killing of Earthmovers.

anon it's making me crazy........this really puts into place just how i think of their short reunion, these husks waiting on the earthmover all this time with life and death near indistinguishable. time is a meaningless blur, hell dulling them down to instincts and only a base understanding of their world, until their v1 comes home to them. it excites a moment of absolute clarity, their machine so perfected, so specialized, that it never saw its limitless potential fulfilled because war, its only purpose, became defunct. they marvel at it, look how it moves now, look how it behaves, look how it's modified itself - it even has painted its weapons! and i think v1, seeing them, is flooded with corrupted memories difficult to parse but imbued with some emotion. familiarity. briefly, simulations flash in its mind, somebody directing it. the earthmover - not a real one, parts of it. its deck. insides. defense systems. core. v1 failing over and over again but learning each time. it can infiltrate the deck now. it can deactivate the defense system now. it understands the core's pattern now. it strings them together. it will kill the earthmover now. and their excitement, their cheers. their red horse will destroy the horsemen. and v1 remembers it when it sees them now. it knows everything ahead of it, like a premonition. these husks patch it up, and suddenly they are all alive again. the life they would have had, even v1. it looks up the hulking mass of the earthmover and it feels the long latent code at the core of its being light up. this is its fight. it was made so small, so light, so fast, to infect this monstrosity like a virus (it thinks a funny thought, maybe that's "v1") it was made so sophisticated in intelligence to avoid its "immune system", to adapt to any machine on the earthmover and to be creative in how it can scale it. the husks of its makers give no instruction - v1 is far beyond need of that, they know, but in some garbled, choked out words, they express their confidence. they know it can do this. it was perfect in their simulations, but inside their long dead hearts....they're still nervous. not for themselves, of course, the outcome means little in the void of hell, but nervous only for v1. their little virus with such a massive undertaking. and now i can only think of it speeding off as the husks are rooted to where they stand, no motion, no thought, no words, until the self-destruct countdown begins. and they cheer. their prototype was a success.

#imagine the fruits of your labor bearing out in hell #to have this moment finally after all this waiting #a moment that never should have been #but they did everything they could in life to prepare it #and v1 was able to carry the rest #cake answers #v1 #earthmover #ultrakill spoilers #uk spoilers #ultrakill violence spoilers

[luckyblackcatxiii]

Saverio getting a harsh lesson that not all aristocrats share his views on noblesse oblige

A scene that happened during our game on the way to Vallaki! I'd like to do more of these, but I might hop around the timeline so apologies for that already~ (Also this took an embarrassingly long time to make, so I hope y'all like it)

#lucky art #curse of strahd #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd5e #ravenloft #saverio marchisetti #mistfits #Next time Sav sees this guy it's gonna be fruit on fruit violence #Also this just in: artist who never draws horses draws a horse please be nice to me

[leviathanswingman]

i miss the old devilgrams where they were one step away from hatecriming lucifer

#obey me #queer on queer violence #asmo voice: fruit #dialuci

[fruit-salad-ship]

Fuck it. I’ll do more junk for the patreons. I was happy with this considering it was a sketched out draft, it brought joy.

I may do more of these, I hope!

#arcane au #fruit salad #doodle #tw blood #tw death #tw violence #suggestive

[futurebird]

Sisters bond over fruit fly murder

Big sister...

... little sister ...

Work together....

... and catch their dinner!

Took these photos today of my nicos. Look at their little hairs and big eyes. This colony is a lot of trouble but I love them.

#ants #antposting #bugblr #bugs #insects #invertebrates #myrmecology #antkeeping #ant #antblr #camponotus #Camponotus nicobarensis #fruit flies #flies #hunting ants #ant violence

[failchild]

thinking about fruits in disco elysium

#fruits as symbols for colonial violence and globalization and capital. apricot chewing gum. etc #disco elysium

[iamthecomet]

The ghouls love to tease their kills, make them think they might be spared, let them escape a few times on purpose, and make them beg for their lives. All of this is great fun for them, especially when they see relief wash over a sibling's face just before they kill them. Although it's great fun to trick a sibling in to thinking they've won their safety, would they refrain from doing it to preserve the unadulterated flavor of terror? I'm sure they all have their preferences, but for those of them that love to play with their food I wonder if they ever waste a kill because they couldn't stand the flavor.

Fic idea I got while writing this: One or more ghouls are hunting a sibling. One ghoul, maybe Rain since I think the siblings underestimate how dangerous he is, hangs back and once the others have caught the sibling Rain comes and "talks them out of" killing them. Then Rain goes to comfort the sibling before killing them himself.

Not directly related to anything else in here but: I LOVE WEAPONIZED QUINTESSENCE

God I could talk about murder ghouls ALL DAY (and I have and I will). I started writing headcanons and accidentally wrote something based on the first part of this ask and not the fic idea but OH WELL. Fruits never stop sending me murder ghoul content it makes me so HAPPY. Also someday I'm going to write weaponized quintessence because HOLY FUCK it's so good (but not yet, sorryyy).

700ish words of murder ghouls. gore. violence. ghouls being predators. Ghouls eating people (well more talking about it but you get the idea) Dew being a picky eater. Cumulus being Cumulus. Murder ghouls are NOT good people but we love them anyway.

They all have their preferences. Swiss likes them horny. Boneless. On the verge of an orgasm. Loves the taste of oxytocin and dopamine on his tongue. Loves the heat of them, the pound of their pulse beneath his fangs. Rain likes them unaware. Never seeing it coming. Relaxed. Basic, unseasoned humanity. Aether and Aeon like them drunk on quintessence. The taste of their own magic in their blood. The tang of it sharp on their tongues. But Dew? he likes fear. Unadulterated. Terror. It makes them so sweet. All of those chemicals. All that cold dread pooling thick in their stomachs. Just the smell of it can set him off. So this, is less than ideal. He should have known better pairing up with Cumulus to hunt. She likes it slow--decadent. Likes to savor the way their face opens back up when they realize the monster behind them has been their beloved friend this whole time. She lives for the relief in their eyes. The way fight or flight dies and adrenaline flees and they are comfortable and home and--Dew can't stand the taste of it. The smell of it makes him grimace. He watches from the edges of the trees. In sight, out of mind now that the sibling thinks the real danger has passed. He watches Cumulus stroke a soft finger over the sibling's cheek. Their jaw. Pressing a thumb over full lips. Cumulus coos at them, like she would a kit and Dew feels his stomach churn. He's happy to help--really--but he's hungry and he's picky. He hates to admit it. Rain would dive in--no questions. Mountain too--though he prefers his prey dazed and drugged. But Dew? He can't stomach it. 

He should have said no–but just like the sibling he is powerless to Cumulus when she wants something. Big eyes and a pouty lip that has him shoving his hands in his pockets and following her even though he knows he’ll end the night hungry. 

Better than dead, he supposes. 

“Droplet,” Cumulus says, voice a soft purr. She jerks her head toward the sibling and Dew sighs. He crosses to them, leaves crunching under his boots. Hands balled into fists in the pockets of his jacket. Ravenous and revolted all at once. 

The sibling jolts when they notice him again. Eyes darting between Cumulus–trusted confidant and friend–and Dew who has never been kind to a human in his entire infernal life. There is knowledge in those eyes–primal. That this sibling knows he was chasing them. Hot on their tail. Smelling like smoke and sulfur. That if Cumulus hadn’t stepped in, he would have killed them. 

She gets to play savior–it’s her favorite role. But Dew smells that little spike of fear, can taste it on the air. Unease. His stomach clenches, growls. 

“Do you want to do the honors?” Cumulus turns to him fully now. One hand still cupping the siblings cheek. But her eyes on him. Looking up at him, lips parted. Dew is definitely not thinking about how they’ll taste when they’re covered in blood. 

The sibling whimpers, pulls back but Cumulus digs her fingers in. The sharp scent of blood hits Dew like a freight train. Tolerable now. And he feels himself nod. Hunger outweighing pickiness momentarily. 

The sibling pulls away from Cumulus fully. Wrenching away even as Cumulus digs in, claws carving for deep scratches in their cheek as they bolt. Darting through the trees. Cumulus licks their blood from her fingers. 

Dew waits, allows this human a head start, just enough time for him to look at Cumulus and tilt his head, confusion. 

“That’s your kill,” he says, low. She offers him two of her fingers, dragging blood over his lips. His tongue darts out to lap it up. Sweet. Laced with panic and confusion. Soon he’ll have a feast of it. “We’ll share. I’m not the picky one.” 

“Lus–”

“Better hurry, before dinner gets away.” She gives him a shove in the direction the sibling went. Dew can still hear them, crashing through the woods, panting panicked breaths. Each of them bordering on a scream. “Bring them back first,” she adds. “I want to watch.” 

#comet writes #murder ghouls #violence #gore #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #fruits ♥ #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ficlet #not edited #not even read back over #so if you see something weird no you don't

[vullcanica]

Characters baring a mouth full of sharp fangs as show of aggression is top tier but can we talk about how sinister a flash of smooth square omnivore teeth can be. The implications therein? The difference between facing a carnivore vs a member of the terrifyingly, aptly named 'opportunistic eaters'? The fear of being on one's menu, the knowledge that you are on the other's - no matter what you are. The inherent danger of a threat display where there are set rules to avoiding harm turning into a hunt on a dime.

Anyway, thinking about Nikodemus and how beautifully all of this translates into his supernatural setting...

#man said Eater eater. on all levels including spiritual he is an omnivore #on my 'omnivores are the most terrifying kind of animal' grind #no one is truly safe fr we can be as high on the energy food chain as vegetables fruit and grain #or as low as munching on carnivore-eating carnivores #so yeah maybe i like the idea of that extending to the preternatural in the respective worlds i play him in #as much as nik's beyond inhuman at this point he truly embodies the spirit of humanity by clawing his way to the top of the food chain #when he started at the metaphysical bottom #inspired by me saying nik has a mouth full of sharp fangs spiritually in my head - like the way we see carnivore teeth as inherently scary #and then realizing no you know what omnivore teeth are more terrifying we're just desensitized because we're part of that horrid 3% #thinking about the lion-eating chimpanzees #or hedgehogs eating snakes #something about an animal not as associated with violence and danger nor even built for it eating creatures who are #simply because it was hungry and there was no other more convenient food source #thinking about Avita tangentially. my other eater who has more readily available energy sources than souls #but would not deny herself a morsel if prey was stupid enough to purposefully wander into her path and challenge her #to be fair she wouldn't even bare her teeth #q.