#Misha answers !!

[the-choir-inbox]

noel what do you look like under your bangs 🥚

he can’t stop laughing. this is humiliating. -noel 🥀

[mishietishie]

hey there. i was thinking about a jjk celebrity au (like celebrities in general) what do you think the profession of the characters would be?

That's a very interesting question! Here's my take on what I think some of them would be because I don't have a vision for all of em

Gojo

I see him as an NBA player or model because of his height and looks

Toji and Sukuna

I see these two as MBA boxers, perhaps they're rivals ever since they were underdogs? Also, I think Sukuna could be a formula one racer

Nanami

I see him as a popular writer or chef/baker with his own TV show

Geto

This man is too pretty not to be a model. I also think he could be an actor

Choso

Artist, he just screams artist to me. No questions asked. Maybe a writer too

That's all I can think of, but I'd like to see other people's thoughts about this!

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Misha you’re such a great artist how are you so good?? :0

Thank you so much!! Ooo that's a long story, my art journey is as jumbled as anything about me.

I guess one of the reasons is just the fact that I've been into drawing and art ever since I can remember myself. I've never taken any classes, I just always liked to try different things, especially drawing made-up characters or people I know, and my style wasn't really influenced by anyone else's until I went onto the internet when I was about 11-12 years old. I think that was also the time when I started drawing regularly, as in getting myself new sketchbooks all the time.

When I was twelve I started posting my art on Pinterest (the first social media I ever had) and around that time I also got into the Warrior Cats fandom (revealing secrets about my past here lol), so I kind of found a community of artists from that fandom and focused on drawing cats. Before that, I was mostly drawing people and also any kind of fantasylife I could think of, the point is that it wasn't influenced by anyone. But here I started drawing in a sort of cartoonish style because I was inspired by the artists I saw on Pinterest and also animators from YouTube, first it was all cats, then I also got into drawing anthro felines by which I kind of developed a sense for human anatomy.

But in this era from the age of 12 to 14 I forgot how to draw in my own style, cats or humans or anyone really, and I was getting burned out from that, so around January 2023 I decided to start developing my own style again, drawing my human OCs that have existed for a long time more, that year I was basically mostly focusing on drawing people, one thing that helped me was redrawing photos of people I know or musicians. But I think I only started to feel satisfied with what I'm doing around late summer, so a bit less than a year ago. And since then I've just been moving forward I guess :)

Sorry for such a long response, there's just a lot to my art journey I guess. To sum it up, the most important things for me were: drawing things in the way I liked, using photos as references (that helps developing a sense for expressions especially! Many people talk about how helpful references are for anatomy, but I think they help you to learn drawing lively characters just as well), sketching as much as I can, being patient with myself and just looking at the whole process of learning as a journey, even if it's difficult sometimes.

[souporsaladnatural]

 “I also- I also feel uncomfortable with you complimenting me like that. I’m not used to this dynamic, and thank you that’s very- very sweet of you. Uhm… you know I think that part of why- Um- It’s not really related to your question but I- I just- This brings it to mind, part of I think why this fandom is so strong, why our relationship with you and yours with us is so strong, is that this show ran for so long. And you literally got to watch Sam and Dean grow up over the course of the series. They- You- You guys went from being boys to… you know, advanced age, advanced middle-aged men… and, um, but actually spending so much time with characters and watching them grow and evolve and change, and frankly degrade, is- is really powerful. It’s like being, you know we say Supernatural family, but that’s what happens in a family. You watch a family grow up, right? And… we also had this very surreal, and I surmise never to be replicated in our lifetimes experience, of also getting to know the characters that we were playing, so well, and the characters that we were playing opposite, so well, that… it started to blur the lines internally for us. I think I’m speaking for you as well. Like, you said ‘Dean is still in here’, Cas is still in here, but I know that Dean is- Like- Dean, to you, I’m sure, feels like a part of you. Not- Not just a charac- Not just a- a- a wardrobe that you put on, not just a character that you put on, but actually a part of you and, um… that is- It’s- It’s such a strange thing. So when, when like, when one character was saying goodbye to the other, we were really broken up about it. Like, we were broken up about it, cause it was- It felt real to us. Cause we sort of lost our minds.”

Transcribed Misha's response to Jensen's answer for what scene he was most proud of, because I am so incredibly, deeply unwell about it right now

[mishamoonberry]

I still remember you lol, not sure if you answered that ask recently bc my tumblr app is unreliable, but shugo chara was a ride and I looked through the fic like a year ago and I don’t think I found anything I was willing to read through lol

man, trying to find a good shugo chara fic is so hard now because my standards have risen to the sky and shugo chara was... well, the fics there were good for my 12 year old self, so thats all i need to say

BUT YOU KNOW THE POTENTIAL OF GOOD FICS FOR SHUGO CHARA? OR EVEN JUST.... OTHER FANDOMS BUT SHUGO CHARA AU. SO MUCH POTENTIAL

also hehehehehehehehe thank u for remembering me

[strawlessandbraless]

Honestly if I want to clown over destiel, it’s my god given right. Like I appreciate your concern, but no thank you. Choosing hope and love just like my boy castiel, this is where I live now

[youchangedmedestiel]

😬

Thank you so much! I have the feeling that I never saw that one. So truly, thank you! 💚💙

How's that even possible that I've never seen it? Well I don't know!

Maybe my brain erased it because it was too much! Because this IS too much! What am I supposed to do with that?

[mishacakes]

*gives Leo a laser pointer* Go have fun with your partner, bub.

[marragurl]

Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

[blanketforcas]

https://x.com/spn_van/status/1784210126812975107?s=46

the rings and cuffed jeans and colourful socks and funky jacket, okay mr fashion!

living for it!!

[mymultifandomhell]

✋

[the-choir-inbox]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISCHA!!! 🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎁🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉😘😘😘

Thank u all 4 the bday wishes :-) -Mischa

[the choir on tci may perpetually be the same age, it may not quite be august for them; but i suppose we could pretend, if only for a day. happy birthday, mischa oleksandrovych bachynsky!]

[mishietishie]

Jjk smau where they’re jealous because a guy is flirting with readerrr??🫶🏻

I'll try to make this smau tomorrow! Thanks for requesting, anon! :)

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Yellooooooooooooooooo! list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!! WHOOOOH

Thanks for the ask :D

My best friends

My favourite music

My family

Sunny weather, somewhere between cool and warm – about 16-20°C, a little windy, with a few clouds sprinkled across the sky

Drawing, especially messy sketches with a black pen and especially my OCs, portraits of my friends and my favourite musicians

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Isn't great that for years, bibros have been like "Jensen and Misha only act that way as a PR stunt!"

And now here we are-- three years post-SPN, no PR to be had, and Jensen and Misha are still acting "that way" and then, in the ironic twist of the decade, Jensen goes on to say that his and Jared's friendship was actually PR!

God. I fucking love JIB.

[trekkiedean]

[through gritted teeth, with my eyes red and puffy] I'm fine! I'm fine it's fine I am fine!!!!