#🪼Ishna

[moonjellysfeast]

Ishna - Introduction

Via Picrew^

Certified meat, Ishna is plenty happy to be eaten.

He's very ethereal even though he's a little freak and very pathetic. Kinda like a husky, running around like crazy and then they pause and suddenly look picturesque and amazing before sprinting at you.

He has literally no life, his parents weren't actual rich but they were wealthy so he doesn't have to work, thats how he sits and watches you in the cafe until your shift ends.

He's fairly plush, pear shaped and with a decent amount of chub. He's definitely gained some weight since meeting you and it really accentuated his curves.

Oops, hes autistic. I only know neurodivergence so- He's an autism 🤷‍♂️. That's why he's got such a blue eyed stare, He looks at you with his autistic eyes.

His lips taste like vanilla frosting constantly, doesn't matter if he just ate something, just woke up, the distinct flavor of vanilla frosting is there.

If you don't do anything, he will just continue to stalk you and become slowly more violent. Let him continue and soon you'll have no customers and probably get fired cuz he saw you talk to coworkers and was too far gone. Don't worry! You can fix him, train him to be an attack dog.

This will be updated as he simmers in my mind and folks ask about him.

[yanderefarm]

So- I made the blog. I just finished kinda setting up. I only have Ishna's stuff all done and I made a shitty tester fic b4 writing about my boy. I am quite nervous abt this but also I need to yap to folk about my creatures so I'm using that to fuel me.

@moonjellysfeast

Chew on these little freaks with me

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[moonjellysfeast]

Ishna - Debut

cw; Blood, cannibalism, stalking, a murder is mentioned, obsessive thoughts, gore i guess, the blue eyed stare

He lays there, dusty blue eyes wide as he watches you, horror evident in his expression. If he weren't so weak he'd be shaking violently, likely trying to push you away. You're so warm, surrounded by his intoxicating, fresh heat. Your hand traces down to his thigh and digs into the supple meat, recoating your fingers in the same carmine liquor that you could feel pouring down your throat, the silky texture of honey. You tear the chunk from him and drop it down your throat, far too invested in the divinity of consuming him to properly savor the taste. You watch him send his head back as much as the blood loss permitted and emit a strained whine. You bear your teeth at him in an attempted smile, though it much more easily interprets as showing off the way his blood flows from your mouth at nearly the same pace it now leaks from his body. You gladly lick a stripe up his cheek before pulling away to admire how he is splayed out, completely open to you, like a frog on a dissection table.

"You must be so tired of this~" Your voice echoes around you, "Let's move to our main course, then~"

He shifts, whining as best he can, trying to run from your hunger despite the hopelessness of such a cause. You slip your hand beneath his ribs, tracing over the shuddering, pulsing lungs so lovingly. Once you finally feel the muscle your after, your hand wraps around it, basking in the shuddering thumps as it dutifully continues to provide for you. You peck his lips before tearing the muscle from his chest, savoring the way he cries out at the sensation. You place an extra kiss to his lips before biting into the muscle and spraying ruby across his face. His eyes stay wide on you as you take another bite if his very heart.

Your eyes open, now staring into the abyss of your room. Your warm, not uncomfortably but notably so. He'll be there today, he always is. How will you face him with his taste still on your tongue? You go brush your teeth in mock hope it will clean the ruby from your teeth, that the mint will hide the whispers of hunger etched into your tongue. You spit out the toothpaste, now frothy and maroon, check your teeth, pearly and red as always. Maybe something to eat will cover the taste better.

As always, your work was dull and repetitive. You rarely smiled in public, for fear of others seeing the burgundy stains you knew were there, hidden under the pearl coating, masking what you truly were. Hungry. In all honesty, you weren't sure what sparked the recent cravings, Ishna had been a part of your routine for a long time, you didn't remember a time without the hazy blue in the corner of your eye or the medium brown hands outstretched to you as if begging for the food and drink he'd just paid for. It wasn't a mere matter of his beauty, though the assumption would be warranted.

You were still fairly convinced Ishna was a model, flowing black hair that cascaded around him, beautifully supple curves which haunted your dreams, and his eyes, oh his eyes. They were nearly periwinkle and so very captivating. Though, were you to put much thought into it, they likely were the reason he would be turned away from modeling as you were all too familiar with the hawk-like stare which they provided. The same stare that landed on you now.

"Ishna... Morning" You curtly mutter, eyeing your tablet in a sad attempt to avoid your guilt as well as the urge to launch across the counter at him.

"Good morning, I missed you," The prior day had been your day off, though, Ishna almost certainly saw you at some point regardless.

You only hum at him and type in his usual order, lightly joking that you should've made it before he got there, since he always ordered the same thing. When you hand it to him you notice blood dripping from his palms, wasting itself on the counter, and it takes all your will not to snatch one hand and realize your vision. Instead, you look to his large eyes and offer a small smile, just wide enough to let him see your canines. After all, he deserves at least a glimpse of the scarlet which he painted over them.

Of course, Ishna did not see the blood on his hands nor his own in your teeth. He only saw you. Most days felt to him as if he only saw you. Everything and everyone seemed dull and forgettable when faced with even one of your features. He has very few friends, most people refuse to get near him and when they try to be his friend he often hates them or becomes too attached. It was rare when someone caught his eye, but you were rare in many ways.

Ishna isn't a violent person, well, he doesn't consider himself violent. He's more than happy to just watch you each day and occasionally get your smile flashed towards him. However, it's become increasingly common for other people to come to the cafe and try their hardest to coax a smile from you. and Ishna could not let those people get away with it. Last night had been the first time he truly spilled blood. Usually, he threatens the bastard who dared bother you and they apologize and keep a more curt and professional tone with you. This person, they had explicitly flirted with you, even as you stared at them, watching their every orifice spew blood. Ishna found them and threatened them as usual, telling them of how vile it was they would bother you. In response, they laughed, they asked if Ishna was with you or just "a psycho freak". He knew they wouldn't stop if he left them alive. Honestly, he hadn't realized he was moving until they were disposed of, even now he wasn't completely sure it wasn't a fantasy.

It wouldn't matter to him, though, you smiled at him. That was all he needed to be certain he did the right thing. Today he will stay in the cafe for your whole shift as a reward, you will give him more to eat and drink likely sneak him some free treats, he isn't a bother and you still feel quite guilty about your dreams. You will both spend the day imagining your teeth in his neck.

[moonjellysfeast]

Bro, I love all these freaks! They're all so cute, hehe :) *kisses them all*

Omggggg🥰 *blushing and twirling my hair and kicking my feet*

They all get flustered after you kiss them. Ishna specifically just looks at you with his autistic eyes.