#mischa's mumbles

[aguyinthepubliceye]

thinking about how i wrote 2k words worth of smut during school hours but i can't write more than 200 words of fluff in a whole day

[aguyinthepubliceye]

fellas is it okay to wrestle your partner just cause like. as bros would like genuienly

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

RTC sleepover HC thing lets gooooo

Ocean – MOUTH BREATHER!!! sleeps like a burrito

Constance – quiet as hell. sleeps with 9373929102840 plushies

Noel – either quiet as hell or loud as hell. sleeps holding Mischa

Mischa – quiet ahh snorer. sleeps holding Noel. probably mumbles in Ukranian

Ricky – could probably be mistaken for dead tbh. sleeps with cat plushies

Penny – dead silent, face first, awful position

[maycontainsimonella]

Nischa Oneshot - Getting together drabble lol

keep in mind this is definitely not beta read and was thrown together in like half an hour! enjoy!!

Noel was sitting alone on a bench in the schoolyard when he first realized he had feelings for his best friend.

It was late, a cool breeze was starting to get through his sweater vest. The transition from summer to fall was beginning, very early on in the school year. Noel was dreading the walk home, He was dreading being alone with his thoughts.

He was dreading being alone with him. The one boy whose opinions mattered most to him. Mischa Bachinski.

Noel waited, everyday like clockwork after choir practice, until Mischa came out to greet him. Sometimes they’d walk out together and sit, talk for a few minutes then walk home together. He felt like he was holding Mischa back. Mischa was sweet, honourable even, always looking out for Noel, getting into way too many fist fights with catholic hockey boys.

He was Noel��s hero.

Mischa lived a few streets down from Noel, with his neglectful foster parents. Noel despised them, with a burning passion. Mischa didn’t like going home either, yet, the best part of the day was, according to him, going home. Noel didn’t really understand why at first.

Noel would stand with Mischa at the end to his own street, give Mischa a good farewell fist bump as Mischa looked at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something but really couldn’t.

Until one day he finally gathered the courage. Mischa asked Noel a very simple question.

“Poet.” Mischa called him that as a term of endearment, they were standing together at the end of Noel’s street like always.

“Can I stay at your home? Just for this night.”

Noel felt frozen, it was like his heart stopped whenever Mischa made eye contact with him, his guts felt like molten chocolate.

“I mean- maybe my mom is out for a little vacation, I’ve been home alone for the past couple days. I don’t know how she’d feel about me having someone over.” He looked at the cement beneath their feet, trying to think about something, anything else.

“My parents had fight over something stupid, I do not want to get in middle of that again.” Mischa seemed to mumble. He was noticeably softer with Noel, everyone felt it. Including them.

“You know what sure. It’ll be fine. I think I have some pyjamas you can borrow. Might be a little small but.” Noel said, a smile appearing on his face. Mischa wanted to stay the night with him, as friends, nothing else.

“You are the very best, Poet.” He pulled into Noel into a very sudden hug, which Noel awkwardly soothed him through, then they made their way to Noel’s house down the street.

When they both walked inside, Noel started to heat up a frozen pizza for the both of them, Mischa flopped down on Noel’s mom’s expensive couch with a hard thud. After setting a timer for the pizza, Noel sat with Mischa, Mischa had pulled out his phone and was very wrapped up in it, with a concerned expression.

“What is it? Do your parents need you home?” Noel asked with a small amount of concern in his voice.

“No, they really do not care. It is my Talia, she is saying she is wanting to- open relationship? She says she met a girl she likes.” Mischa looked at Noel, less with an expression of pain but confusion. “What does this mean?”

“Well- opening a relationship is like saying you’re allowed to date other people while also dating each other? It’s different for everybody. If you feel comfortable with that then go for it!” Noel said, he offered the best advice he could to Mischa when prompted. They didn’t call him the most romantic boy for nothing.

“Okay. I shall tell her this.” Mischa was on his phone for a bit before shoving it into the pocket of his baggy jeans.

“Gotcha. Now what do you want to watch Misch?”

Mischa smirked at Noel, like he’d just came up with the most evil idea in some sort of lame comic book. “Why don’t we watch the movie you like, Blue Angel person.”

“Oh that’s a great idea! I’d love to!” Noel put on the movie, plated up their frozen pizza and they ate in silence, there was occasional commentary from Noel while Mischa nodded while shoving his face with pizza.

Eventually the movie was over, and they were just sitting on the couch. They were co-existing, and it was peaceful. Noel wondered how he’d gotten so lucky, to befriend the angriest boy in town.

Noel broke the silence before Mischa could. “So where are you going to sleep?”

“Couch is fine.”

“I’d feel bad… do you want my bed? I can stay on the couch if you want Misch.”

“What if we just stay on bed together?”

“What?”

“…what?”

Suddenly the room felt small, Noel’s chest was pounding and he felt blood rush to his ears in a fierce blush. Mischa was also bright red, Noel didn’t exactly know why.

“It is solution! We share bed, then no one fights about it.” Mischa said, trying to manoeuvre his way out of a difficult situation.

“Yeah- yeah I guess but…”

“But what poet? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Isn’t it weird because I’m-“

“I told you poet, I am not homophobic. Macklemore.” Mischa had in fact told him, in fact it had become a joke of theirs to say Macklemore at anything remotely gay.

“No it’s not that. Mischa- I think- I like you.” Noel closed his eyes and braced, waiting for Mischa to slap him or something. At least now he could be rejected and not pine for weeks.

“I like you too. You are my best friend, poet.”

“No Misch it’s a little more than that, like I have feelings for you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I think I do as well.”

Noel looked up at Mischa shocked, adjusting himself on the couch to face Mischa a little more.

“Is that okay, poet?”

“Yeah actually- that’s great.” Noel brushed his hair out of his eyes, a gesture to try and ground himself.

“Can I- can I kiss you poet?” Mischa sounded slightly unsure, like he was trying to diffuse a bomb.

“…mhm.” Noel said after a little bit of debating, he locked eyes with Mischa and slowly closed them as he felt chapped, rough lips chafe against his. It was slow and sweet.

“Do you want to go out? Like on actual date?” Mischa said, after pulling away.

“Yes! Yes I think I’d really like that.” Noel said, giggling to himself like a preteen girl.

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The next day at school Ocean could tell something was up, she was eyeing them like a bird of prey, and not the fun Harley Quinn kind.

Choir practice went as normal, and Mischa started walking home as well as spending most nights at Noel’s, after a proper first date to an ice cream parlour of course. They’d share, thoughts, feelings, opinions until it grew too late to keep their eyelids open.

Then they rode the cyclone, relationship still kept very secret. It was new and private, neither of them wanted to spoil that. They’d tell people when they were ready.

Noel’s mom never got to see the happiness he found with Mischa, but somewhere, deep down she knew he was safe.

Safe in the arms of the angriest boy in town.

[aguyinthepubliceye]

The mentor in a historical story..

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[ask-the-cyclone]

*places another Mischa in the room*

(For the purposes of the assignment Mischa 2 is gonna be bold)

Oh no there’s two…

*does the spiderman meme*

*does it right back*

The Mischaverse is REAL!

Hell yeah!

Noel look there’s two of us!

*hiding behind Penny* uhnmh yeah I see that

Oh wow your Noel is tall! In my universe he’s shorter than me

*forgets he’s supposed to be hiding* wait what really?! *remembers his face is really red* *mumbles* oh shit

*quietly* Noel are you okay? You look like you’re having a heat stroke

Oh my god Noel! You look really red are you okay?

Yep yep all good nothing wrong here definitely not overwhelmed at the fact there’s two of you here or anything because this is really awkwarddddd

How is the Talia in your universe?

Oh I don’t know we don’t talk anymore

Wait what really?

Yeah… I’m in a relationship with the Noel from my universe, he’s my boyfriend

Wow! Noel did you hear that?!

Yeah I heard it

*visibly trying not to laugh* okay Noel let’s go find Ocean I have something I really need to tell her

(Sorry this one’s so long I was having fun. For reference, this is my headcannon height order (tallest to smallest): Noel, Ricky, Ocean, Mischa, Penny, Constance, Jane (without her head))

[your-bad-fanfic]

RTC-AU : No one makes it back

I haven't seen any ideas for this yet so here's my two cents :) part two

Summary:

The choir doesn't make it in time. It's just too late... Karnak dies before he's able to bring Jane back to life... Here's their life afterwards...

"I'd gladly take my 17 years over nothing... It should be her.." Ocean said, taking a step forward. The rest of the choir joined quickly but it was too late.

Karnak began to jolt rapidly, causing the kids to flinch and band together. The robot mumbled as he died, "Be sure to Ride the Cyclone.."

The choir stared in disbelief and utter silence. No one dared to speak a word or even breathe.

"Why..." Jane mumbled as her voice wavered, a tear streaking down her cheek.

"I.. Umm..."

For once, Ocean was at a loss for words. She couldn't make out a coherent anything. She was just stuck in shock.

Mischa tried to place a hand on Jane's shoulder to comfort her but no words came out of his mouth. He swallowed back the pain at this new development. He then placed a hand on Noel's shoulder.

Noel looked over at the Ukrainian boy and took a shakey breath in.

"I can't believe this.."

He muttered under his breath and leaned a tad closer to Mischa.

Ricky glanced at Jane and took a step closer to her, placing a hand on her other shoulder.

"It's alright... This means we'll all get to stay together for a little longer now.."

He spoke softly, trying to keep the mood up a little.

"How could this be alright?!" Ocean snapped before pointing at a small door. It was besides Karnak.

"Door.. There's a door!" She exclaimed and looked at everyone," I'm sorry, but I think that could be the way out."

They looked at each other hesitantly.

"It could be a way of getting out of here.."

"I will go check it out, for safety.." Mischa spoke softly and let go of the two, making his way to the door.

Slowly, he opened the door and glanced around. He took a step out, leaving for a moment.

Ricky hugged Jane gently as she began to sob into his chest. He patted her back and everyone else tried to comfort her.

"You guys got to see this..." Mischa said after a few moments of being gone. The choir looked at each other before walking out the door and into.. Uranium?

Except, it was but it wasn't at all.... It was like the town that they knew and loved. However, it was grey scaled and silent. There was no body there either. They all looked around in bewilderment but stayed close to each other. What was going on? Where were they actually? They saw the fair and the crashed Cyclone. But also, there was a small dirt path from the crash site. "Should we follow the path?" Constance said softly, keeping her hand intertwined with Ocean's. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I think we should. I don't recognize it from Uranium." Ocean spoke softly and gave Constance's hand a squeeze. The rest of the choir agreed softly. At the head of the group, it was Ocean and Constance. Ocean was still the "leader" and no one questioned it just yet. After them, it was Jane and Ricky. Ricky comforted her as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Jane had fallen silent. At the end of the group, it was Noel, and then Mischa. Noel was a step ahead of Mischa, as the Ukrainian tried to stay in the back to keep the others safe and in his view. But overall, they were still all very closely knit. While walking down the small dirt path, they made it through a small path in the forest. But after a silent agreement, they continued forth. Eventually, the choir stumbled across a rather large looking house. "I don't remember this from Uranium.." Ocean spoke softly and Constance nodded quickly. "I don't think this existed in Uranium." Noel said, crossing his arms and looked along the large house. "Someone knock on the door.." Ricky said softly after a beat of silence as they had halted on the porch. They looked amongst each other, but before anyone said anything, someone came out of the house. It was an old man with a big smile. "I've been waiting for you all to show up. You are late you know," the man chuckled softly and stepped aside. Ocean opened her mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by the man. "Now, this house is yours. Do with it what you will, but please don't destroy it... I've left a notebook for you all with all the info you need," He smiled at the children and put a big floppy hat on and grabbed a bag, seemingly out of nowhere," Well then, I'm off!" The man walked past the children, not giving them a moment to speak and just dissapeared off into the woods. "What just happened..?" ___ Extra notes! Let me know if y'all liked and want to see more! I have a few ideas how to continue this but it'll be if i get around to writing or people like it or not! : D

[sluggmuffin]

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

omg can i get a ricky (rtc ofc <3) x fem reader hurt/comfort <33

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

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Umm so I like suck at hurt/comfort but I tried my best

🤠

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The choir sat in different spots of the empty warehouse. Nobody said anything, not even the ominous novelty machine sitting in the middle of the room. Mischa and Noel were bonding over some alcohol, Ocean and Constance trying to keep Jane Doe happy spirited, and you sitting with Ricky, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

"Is it selfish that I want to live?" You mumble to your boyfriend, staring into space not wanting to look up at anyone

"Not at all," He replies, tracing shapes over your arms.

"It's just- I want to go back. I had a life to live!" You whisper, making sure none of the other choir members hear you. "You conceded! You don't care about going back! You're happy where you are! But somehow it's not enough for me! I'd feel like a shitty friend if I got the chance to go back because I feel like I'm betraying all of you. I'd feel like an even shittier girlfriend if I left you."

"Y/n, don't feel bad. I conceded because I don't need anything in the real world. I'm okay with where I'm at now, and trust me, everyone wants to go back so it doesn't make you a bad friend. And besides, yes I'd miss you but I also want you to live the life you deserve, and if you feel that means going back, then who are we to stop you?" He motions to the choir with that last sentence, and you finally get a good look at them. Mischa Bachinski, has a whole fiancée to live for. Noel Gruber, he never got to live the life he wanted. Constance Blackwood, grew up an outcast. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg, has so many things to achieve in her lifetime. and Jane Doe. The saddest of all. Not even being able to remember her life on earth.

You break down into tears, thinking of how selfish you'd have to be to think you deserved life more than anyone of these people. By now you can tell the whole choir is staring at you, but nobody says a word.

After a brief moment, you pull yourself together, when you suddenly feel a hand awkwardly pat your head.

"There there," Jane Doe says, standing directly above you and Ricky. "We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we're forced to swim"

"Thank you" you laugh, sniffling as you and Ricky stand up and hug eachother, before you embrace the girl.

She wanders away shortly after which leaves you alone again with your lover.

"Thanks for everything Ricky"

"Anything for you"

"Mr. Karnak?" You ask, trying to awaken the silenced machine.

"Yes, y/n?"

"I concede" you let out, sure of your decision.

"Ms. Y/n L/n concedes, only 5 contestants remaining." the machine boasts, leaving the others in shock.

"I love you" Ricky says, rubbing your back as you hug him once again.

"I love you more" you reply, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath as you retreat to the safety of your boyfriends arms.

[aguyinthepubliceye]

he's such a gordo de mierda stupid ahh silly tonto mal

[myers-meadow]

A sneaking suspicion: Mischa (OC) x reader

Title: A sn(e)aking suspicion

Pairing: my OC Mischa x reader.

Summary: During a ghost hunting case in an old university, things don't add up. There's a strange sound in the walls, and as you dread having to tell the headmisstress about the bullying that took place, you search deeper. And deeper. There you find a sorcerer, a being of magic, who has a proposition for you.

Warnings: threats of violence, mentions of bullying, a snake. Nothing graphic. Reader has long hair.

Word count: 2324 words

Here he is!! I hope you enjoy this first introduction into this new world (that isn't all too different from ours), and that you have fun meeting Mischa! ✨ Please let me know what you think; reblogs, comments are all very welcome! If you have anymore questions about this universe or about the characters - don't be shy, I'd love to answer them <3. Thank you so much again for your encouragment and kindness @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @devil-doll13 @house-of-slayterr <3

Dividers by delishlydelightfuldividers

“So, this college,” I started, looking at the headmistress’ stern face, “is haunted?”

Sharing a look with my ghost hunting partner and boyfriend, Timo, just as his gaze flickered over to me with the same concern. Something really serious must have happened here if the haunting was legitimate. Which will unavoidably be something headmistresses don’t like having to deal with.

“The students said the apparitions manifested mostly in the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. Follow me.”

Her heels clacked on the pristine marbled floors, and before long, the door to the haunted bathroom swung open. It smelled strange inside, like a mix of food gone bad and pine scented cleaning supplies. Timo stepped in first, setting down his big backpack to take out some equipment. He handed me the tripod to set up as he took the camera from its case. Walking around the space, white with bright LED lighting, I tried feeling a spot where it would be good in. Nothing felt out of the ordinary yet, so I settled for in the corner, with sight of the mirrors and the door to the hallway, rather than the toilet stalls.

“All good?” Timo asked, and I nodded. He screwed the camera on top of the tripod, as he did so, I checked out the stalls. To see if there was any writing, any cold spots, weird gusts of wind… Nothing. Only a very strange sound from the pipes overhead. As if something… slithered. Not water, no, and not the creaking of old pipes either. There was no toilet cover, so instead I hiked up my skirt and stepped up on the seat to see if I could hear it better. Just as I reached up to the ceiling, Timo pushed open the door to the stall.

“What you doing in here?” he asked. The noise faded.

“Thought I heard something,” I mumbled, letting him help me down.

“And?” the headmistress started, tapping her foot impatiently. “What did you find?”

“Nothing yet, ma’am,” said Timo, and took out some more equipment. Temperature sensor, listening device…

“Are there any other locations that are said to be haunted?” I asked, to keep the headmistress occupied.

She shook her head. “But I wouldn’t know, perhaps you’d better talk with the students.”

And so I did. The weird sound seemed to follow me through the walls or ceiling. When asked, the headmistress said it was old copper pipes, but it seemed unlikely. The rushing of water when someone took a shower was also audible, but this was distinct. The interviews with the students were as expected; no, they didn’t see much, no, they never messed with the occult, no, they never went left their rooms past curfew. They were lying, of course. There was one girl, more quiet than the rest, who received strange looks from the others. After I said we were done with the questions, the group relaxed. On the way out, it just so happened I was heading in the same direction that the lone girl was: the library. She looked clever, with sharp brown eyes.

“I can tell there’s something no one’s telling me. And I don’t mean sneaking out after curfew, I don’t care about that.”

She regarded me from the side, clutching her book bag to her chest. “You’re not gonna tell the headmistress?”

I shook my head with a laugh. “I frankly don’t care if you went out after curfew, did drugs or went to the boy’s wing. This is just my job. If we solve whatever’s going on, we get paid. The rest doesn’t matter to me.”

With a strange look, she leaned in closer and said: “Have you ever seen Carrie?”

It was almost unbelievable; a case of bullying so severe that the poor girl left school (some say she went home, others say she died, we can’t know for sure), and now her ghost and residual bad memories haunted the place. After this came out and I confronted the earlier students a second time, they had more details to share. Some recalled ‘buckets worth of blood falling from the ceiling’, or pipes bursting. Weird whispers in the library, things levitating, all of that was seen, according to students. The girl who talked to me was one of the reluctant bystanders of the bullying, and it was a great relief to her to finally have adults involved. Something still bothered me, though. What was the noise then? Those could hardly be described as whispers. We’d have to talk to the student who went home after this phase of research was done, and it felt like an idle hope to have our questions cleared up fully. None of it added up.

Checking in with Timo went as usual, he said we needed more evidence (partly for the case, partly for on the blog), so even though I wanted to get out of there, we’d be there for a while. He wasn’t one to listen to feelings and dismissed my suspicions. Sometimes a case is just too easy, but to him that was just a lucky one. Not particularly feeling like keeping the headmistress company and hearing her “How could this happen, and right under our noses!” for much longer than needed, so I went off following the strange noise in the walls.

The university was inside of a strange, old building, older than I previously thought. And larger, almost maze-like. Some parts of it had bullet holes still in the walls, and I traced my fingers over them as I listened for the direction of the sounds. Deeper, and lower, my search took me. There was a cellar, with racks for wine, and behind one of the large barrels was a wooden door, that led to a backroom. The deeper I went, the more the feeling that something wasn’t right with this school crept up on me. After descending a ladder – which should have really been a red flag – there were tunnels. That in itself wasn’t strange, lots of old buildings have tunnels, right?

It was dark, but decently lit enough with the flashlight on my phone. The space smelled of dirt and stale water, a natural scent. The stones of the small tunnel were worn down in spots, moss growing in the cracks. After a bit, symbols lined the walls and my heart hammered in my chest. This wasn’t a simple ghost, this was occultism. I was right, something’s down here! Timo’ll never believe me. Some of the symbols reminded me of old sigils, but it was hard to tell, as they were crudely etched into the imperfect bricks. I turned a corner, trying to listen, but there was only the echo of my footsteps and the blood rushing in my ears. A sound echoed, different, almost a voice, and I halted, heart skipping a beat. Again, it was… hissing. The hissing of an animal. Covering my phone flashlight with my hand, I inched closer, letting the smallest bits of light be enough. The sound moved away. Not wanting to lose whatever was down here, wanting so stupidly badly to find out what it was, I followed the sound hastily. Another corner and- a door. Light shone from under it. There was only half a thought of how strange it was, for this tunnel system to end in such an ordinary looking door, but it didn’t stop me from opening it.

Inside was a room, lit by candles and oil lamps. A much more welcoming space, compared to the damp tunnels. A somewhat normal room, a study, with a desk, chairs, a bookshelf. The back wall was lined with pillars, gaping darkness beyond them. And by the desk in the middle of the room a man. He turned as he heard me come in, and beckoned me in.

I wanted to say something, ask what he was doing here, who he was, but nothing came out, as I stared at the symbols drawn on the floor. They came to a central point and I made a mental note to avoid its centre.

“Welcome,” the man said, “make yourself at home.”

At first I thought this could be a misunderstanding, but the shivers that ran down my spine were sure this was nothing good.

“Who are you?”

“I’m surprised you got this far. You are here because of the,” he waved his hands around, “happenings upstairs?”

“That was you? They thought it was a ghost.”

There were markings on his face, small ones, but enough to show he wasn’t an ordinary man. A sorcerer. I’ve only heard the stories, enough to make my heart skip a beat. He smiled as if he knew.

Softly, he spoke words in an entirely different language and the sound from before returned, closing in, growing louder. Then, through the pillars, the head of a giant monstrosity of a dragon- no! A snake! I stared at it, slapping my hand in front of my mouth in shock at the size of it. Those horror movies with the giant snake in the rain forests hold no candle to this one. To witnessing it in person. Like standing in the middle of a storm, aware of the brute force of nature, of how small and insignificant my tiny human life is. The creature, flicking its tongue out to smell the air – smell my fear – and slid more and more of her into the room. Her body was long too, and soon she blocked off the exit I came in here with, and kept going. I turned around to keep looking at her, in a circle. It was as if there was no end to her.

“You and that boyfriend of yours make a nice team.” The man spoke again and in my amazement, I’d almost forgotten he was there. My eyes snapped up to his.

Bewildered, I pointed to the snake, who coiled more of itself into the room, already pushing the desk aside to reach its master.

“She is yours?”

“It's easy to tell you're the real brain behind your operation," he continued without answering the question. "A bit reckless though, going down into an old tunnel system all by yourself. No one knows you're here."

That settled like icy water in my veins. He smiled, the crow’s feet around the corners of his eyes made him look almost kind. The snake finished another lap around the room and I had to move closer to the centre of the room to avoid touching her.

"Why pick this place, this university?" I asked, perhaps to find out his motivations, to buy time until the snake gaped open its maw and devours me. Feverishly looking at any possible exit but all there was, was the snake and its glistening scales.

"Are you afraid of her?" Between the slithering and the glimmer, he stood perfectly still. “Her name’s Belle.”

“Nice to meet you, Belle,” I said, sarcastically, not daring to take my eyes off of him. The body of the snake was cold to the touch, it pushed me closer to the centre of the room.

“Will you not introduce yourself?” and he said my name. It rolled off his tongue with ease, the lilt in his voice making it sound foreign, like a spell. How did he know?

“Seems there’s no need.” Another cautious step closer, feeling the snake behind me, touching the braid that hung down my back.

“I’m Mischa,” he said, reaching out to touch her skin absentmindedly. I thought she’d stop moving at his touch, but she didn’t.

Took a sharp breath, and answered with politeness. Another “pleased to meet you”, and a proper introduction. The sorcerer nodded in acknowledgement. Every few breaths I had to shuffle closer, the space quickly growing cramped.

"Someone as hard-headed as you, with wits like you, would make a great partner. Too bad the one you have now is this slow and incompetent."

We were at arms distance then. He smelled of moss, of wet dirt. Lazily his gaze trailed over me, the growing panic didn’t affect him. "You must've noticed you’re not leaving here alive-" I nodded, both hands bracing against the snake at my back, as I leaned as far away from him as possible. "But that would be a waste, would it not? Would you hear my proposition?"

If he keeps talking this slowly I’ll be crushed before he finishes. I nodded wildly.

"Why don't you give up your silly ghost hunt, and become my partner instead?" Just as the distance shrunk as the snake forcefully pushed me closer, only the length of a forearm left. Mischa’s hand fell into the hair at the nape of my neck. He dragged his nails over my scalp idly. When he spoke again, his voice dropped lower, an intimate, secretive tone. "Be my apprentice… I'll teach you the language of snakes, or how to shape fire, how to conjure elementals, how to sprout a tree from a seed, levitate objects with just your mind... Just say the word, and leave that pesky boyfriend behind. Great deeds are waiting for us."

I avoided his eyes, my silence taken as resistance. With cold fingers he tilted my chin up to look him in the eye.

"You might want to consider if there's much of your partner left to go back to, if you think it best to refuse my offer." And his smile then was anything but kind. A tongue, forked like that of a snake darted out to wet his lips, and my predicament was claustrophobic. The fright of my heart, irregular, a sharp gasp instead of an answer. What was there to answer? There is no retort for this but- anything but death. Mischa saw my thoughts form, reading me like an open book. Saw how my resilience crumbled, and leaned down to seal my fate with a cruelly tender forehead kiss.

[sydneyofalltrades]

*barges into your house at two in the morning*

TRICK OR TREAT

WHAAA I HAVE NO GIFS/IMAGES FOR TREATS SO YOU GET WRITING!!

"And the winner of the Saint Cassian High School Halloween Costume Contest is...!"

Penny squeezed her eyes tight and crossed her fingers. Ocean quickly fixed up her braids. Mischa was quite too busy being on his phone to care.

"Richard Potts with his creative and dazzling outfit!"

Ricky didn't expect to win, but he did get to gloat about how the big bag of Reese's that Ocean had been vying for was now his.

"The Space Age Bachelor Man reigns supreme once again!"

Ricky was passing around the Reese's he'd won to his friends, and even Ocean had to admit it was a really smart idea.

"Not even Noel and his actual Lola Lola costume won this year," she teased, playing around with her Dorothy braids.

"At least I went as Lola Lola this year," Noel snapped, stealing some of Mischa's Sour Patch Kids.

"You guys just need to see that Ricky's costume was clearly the best," Constance mumbled, her dress of pinks, blues, purples, and golds getting crumbs from the candies she gleefully munched on.

"And you get an A for creativity," Penny said, fixing her skirt. She had went as herself, Jane Doe, so it was hard to explain the context of her in her uniform, slightly torn, with a face full of doll-like makeup.

"Whatever the case, Space Jesus won the day," Mischa said, slapping Ricky on the back with pride. He hadn't tried very hard for the contest, just thrown on some of his most inappropriate apparel and said he was "the modern teenager's brain."

"Yes, he did," Ricky signed happily, fixing up his wig with a cheeky grin.

The rest of the Halloween night was full of fun and laughs, as Ocean led the others to a candy filled mayhem of trick-or-treating, Mischa getting irresponsible and stealing candy, which led to the six of them rushing to Constance's house for spooky movies and orange and black themed treats.

[aguyinthepubliceye]

2x1???? OH MY THAT SUCKS SO BAAD!!... 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💯🤲‼️💪🫵

@gayfandomnerd225 @egonkula @thetorturedlovergirl

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

[toooliix]

you said drop characters and I demand Noel headcanons pls

also Constance if you want as well:)

o7 will do

NOEL

his eyesight is a wee bit ass (very bad) so he has glasses! he refuses to wear them to school bc he hates how they look, so he wears contacts instead. at home he does wear them though

he cannot cook for the life of him. neither can his mother. they basically eat takeout exclusively for both of their safety

hes half french, half french-canadian :)) his father is french and his mother is from quebec, and she moved to uranium to be with him

because of this he speaks basically exclusively french at home despite both being fluent in english AND french (noel is more fluent then his mother)

he owns a journal and a scrapbook. the journal is for random 3am poems that come to mind, and the scrapbook is a neatly organized collage of poems, drawings ect. anything hes proud of (there is an entire section of just monique. it takes up most of the scrapbook.)

he obsessively uses pinterest and has like 50 boards.

his walls are NOT visible. they're a deep red but anything that he can stick on a wall is probably on his wall (theres an entire deck of cards to put it in perspective)

he love love LOVES polaroids. if he goes out somewhere he's bringing his camera. there's something about the physicality of it that makes him smile

he has a nose piercing that he doesn't wear to school because of dress code. he also has a tattoo (blame kholby wardell for this one)

he sleeps in a hoodie, sweat pants and socks. listen man he may be all about aesthetic but he wants to be comfy damnit.

chronic blanket hogger/cuddler + he sleep mumbles

hes allergic to cats but he loves them anyway and will cuddle them no matter what

constantly cold. he will scare people by touching them with his cold ass hands (mischa, whos body temp depends on his surroundings, hates this)

CONSTANCE

she will throw hands

she considers mischa a brother for a variety of reasons but thats for a different time

she has a collection of animal pics on her phone for the sole reason of sending them daily into the choir groupchat

she takes gifts very seriously, and she will never get rid of anything given to her UNLESS its a "nicest girl in homeroom" award. she also puts a lot of thought into gifts she makes/gives

best hugs no doubt

despite looking gentle, her hands are worn and callused from baking, and general work

she is also strong. she can knock a bitch out if she wants to, but she wont

she has a collection of plushies that remind her of the choir. along with that are stickers on the wall that do the same thing

ocean comes to her house every week, and they have a tradition of sleeping in the living room every time (if someone else is there while ocean is over (usually mischa or penny) they are forced to join this tradition)

after the cyclone incident, she began experimenting with more hairstyles rather than just high pigtails. usually it's kept down in some way

her full name is lillian eleanor constance blackwood. she loves her name

chronic tumblr user. live laugh love tumblr

she has two dogs. two very excitable medium sized dogs. she loves them dearly, and she has no preference between cats and dogs.

[twistthescript]

June Doe 2024 Masterlist [Days 16-30]:

Here's another list that will get updated throughout the month of June Doe. With these, the title, rating, pairing (if any), basic tags, and summary will be included. If a fic contains any content warnings, those will be included too. [SOME OF THESE WILL BE CROSS POSTED ONTO OTHER MASTERLISTS]

16. Embrace the New… But Don't Forget the Lion: Rated G; Family Fluff; POSSIBLE CONTENT WARNINGS: Brief alludes to murder and funerals; Young Penny moves in full-time with her Uncle Karnak. She meets a new friend as she adjusts.

17. Owned!!!: Rated G; SPACEDOLLS; DRABBLE; Fluff and Humor; Ricky Potts was the King of Mario Kart… until Jane came along.

18. Circus Clowns and Picasso Paintings: Rated G; DRABBLE; Fluff and Humor; Makeup isn’t gendered… but Noel is far superior in skill to the three ladies in the choir.

19. Ride A Cyclone (We're Not in Kansas Anymore…): Rated T; CROSSOVER; Hurt/Comfort; Dorothy was surrounded by voices that she had never heard before… Even so, it was far from the strangest thing that happened to her today.

20. The True Meaning of Christmas… According to Noel: Rated T; Crude Humor; The excerpt from Waiting for Godot had become a Christmas tradition, thanks to Noel. Jane should’ve guessed that sharing it with the choir (Ocean) a second time would have been a little more challenging.

21. Ocean Would Like to Live, Thank You; Rated G; DRABBLE; Fluff and Humor; Out of all the summer traditions known to mankind, Ocean thought drinking from the water hose was the worst.

22. Mischa vs Funnel Cake: Rated G; DRABBLE; Fluff and Humor; Mischa hasn’t had a funnel cake before. Noel is determined to fix that.

23. Ocean Isn't Perfect… And That's Okay; Rated G; PERFECTDOLLS; Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff; “Okay… we got this. You and me up here…” Ocean mumbled. Of course, it was the most important day of her life- and she couldn’t even manage to write the speech.

24. The Truth of Friendship; Rated G; Childhood Memories; Ocean finds a photo in an old scrapbook that she and Constance put together… many, many years ago. It brings back fond memories.

25. до мати, від син; Rated G; POETRY/DRABBLE; Bittersweet; Mischa remembers Ukraine and his dear mother, Tamara.

26. Even Rats Get Funerals… Jane Insists: Rated T; PERFECTDOLLS; Fluff and Hurt/Comfort; “But where do you want to bury him? The floors are ninety percent wooden and I’m not lifting up a floorboard for that-” She grimaced, gesturing to the rat in Jane’s hands. “Virgil.” Jane interrupted. “... Virgil…” Ocean corrected. “-to rot.”

27. Of Chairs and Love Letters: Rated G; Family Fluff; It only took Father Louis P. Marcus three (five) times of telling Mischa Bachinski to get off of his phone to discover who he was.

28. The Opposite of a Dream: Rated G; Insecurities/Fluff; The choir finds a copy of 'A Midsummer Night’s Dream' in the warehouse and decides to put it on. Jane discovers an insecurity.

29. Actions Have Consequences, You Know?: Rated T; Mystery and Horror; Ocean shrunk within herself, unease beginning to take root. “Y-you are?” She stammered. That was Penny Lamb. Karnak told them that... before she sprinted through the portal herself.

30. We’re Wheelin’ Now!: Rated G; DOUBLE DRABBLE; Humor; Ocean says something a little stupid. Ricky gets some payback… in the best way possible.

{Back to Days 1-15}

[aguyinthepubliceye]

If I made a sideblog for my OC's universe and stuff, would any of u be interested? And/or posting their stories on AO3

It's a fantasy world based around fey/fae btw

[raspberrysmoon]

rtc ship weeks!! day one: favorite ship! starrypoet

fic below :) short and sweet lol

ricky was, to put it simply, exhausted.

but here he was, laying in bed, very much not asleep.

things just seemed to be going wrong recently. after the cyclone especially. people had somehow doubled down on their half-hearted attempts at pity, yet also managed to disregard him entirely. of course, it was only really him. mischa had it especially well, after having lost most of his right leg, and while ricky was incredibly glad the other boy was getting help, it made him feel worse.

but now, laying in noels bed, in his room, it felt like ricky was being crushed.

it was two, maybe three am by now, and ricky couldn't keep his eyes closed. he'd tried to just quietly play a game, or scroll through tumblr on his phone, but it just made his head hurt. he knew he was overreacting, being dramatic, but he couldnt bring himself to care.

instead he complained silently, and watched noel sleeping soundly beside him. and it helped, a little bit. just watching the other boy got him to relax more than anything else he'd tried.

but peace was short lived, as most things were. noel shifted, reaching out to grab onto rickys shirt.

"why're you still awake?" he mumbled, pushing his face into his boyfriends chest. "we've got school tomorrow."

ricky hummed, tangling a hand into noels hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. in response, noel shivered, shifting closer and settling fully into his partner.

sleep can wait, ricky thought absently, moving to press a kiss to noels hairline. sleep can wait for this.