#[ mischa’s writing ]

[bi-shop]

when the sheep is sugar

#ride the cyclone #rtc #legoland #penny lamb #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #ocean o'connell rosenberg #sugarsheep #if this doesnt show up in the tags again ill just take a deep breath and wait 2 days cause i’m not on my computer rn #theyre constantly rotating in my brain please talk to me about sugarsheep . i have too many headcanons #and scenarios i never have the time to write … #not really bi-shop #comics i made

[mischa-writes]

Spencer Reid and coworker that got injured during a case 🥺🥺

GIF NOT MINE !!

CW: reader gets shot, mention of hospital, reader has hair, use of y/n.

Spencer watches in horror as you ran after the unsub, he saw him pull out a gun aiming it towards you.

He screamed out your name a second too late as the unsub shot you clean through your left shoulder.

You still manage to catch him as he tries to run away securing him before the others arrange and Spencer rushes to your side.

Spencer snaps back to reality when he hears you groaning and writhing in the hospital bed.

“Y/n I’m glad you’re awake, but uh don’t move you don’t want to reopen the stitches on your shoulder.” He states slightly nervous.

You finally realize you’re surrounding the bright fluorescent lights above you and the beeping of the machines monitoring you.

You look around completely lost the memories of what happened flooding back. Running after the unsub, him pulling out the gun, shots fired, and now you’re here.

He takes in your concerned look and speaks, “It’s okay y/n we currently have the unsub in custody, just try to take it easy for now.”

Your head flops back against the pillow letting out another groan as the lights hurt your eyes. Slowly drifting to sleep as Spencer watches over you.

••••• DAYS LATER •••••

You were relieved to finally be discharged from the hospital. Packing up your things getting ready to leave when you walk into Spencer at the door.

“Oh, Spencer sorry! Didn’t see you there.” You apologize.

“Don’t worry about it y/n” he gives a small smile “they’re discharging you so soon?” He asks concern lacing his voice.

“Oh yeah, told me to take it easy and gave me some meds, so I’ll be set.” You chuckle and give him a weak thumbs up with your right hand.

You brush past him walking to your car. He follows slowly behind you reaching for your hand as you try to open the driver side door.

“Why don’t you let me drive you home y/n” he says taking your things from you to put in the back “you’re injured and it’s only fair after all those times you’ve helped me on cases.”

You stare at him weighing your options remembering you don’t even have a car with you, “oh that’s so sweet of you Spence!” You smile happily hopping in the passenger side seat.

The drive was uneventful apart from Spencer’s slight ramblings and fact giving. Before you knew it you were back at your apartment.

“Thank you again Spence you’re a life-saver, literally.” You wave him off, but are slightly confused when he follows you inside.

“Uh Spencer?” You say slightly confused. “I should be alright on my own I appreciate it but-“

He cuts you off by walking towards your room.

“I’ll just help you get set up for your recovery, make sure everything happens smoothly.”

He begins moving things around in your room to make it easier for you to get around. Setting up a water bottle near your bed and setting out a fresh pair of pajamas.

“Thank you again Spencer.” You mumble while getting into bed.

As soon as your head hits the pillow your body overrides with tiredness. You get all set up in bed while Spencer continues to wander around your room rambling and doing who knows what. You softy mumble out an ‘mhm’ before drifting to sleep.

He notices and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Goodnight y/n, sleep well.”

#Spencer Reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #fluff #[ mischa’s writing ]

[timegays]

I like you. *hexsides your choir*

Ocean-abomination, penny- beast keeping, Ricky-illusion, Mischa-bard, Noel-potions, Constance-plant

Karnak is oracle obviously 

#the owl house #ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #ocean oconnell rosenberg #Ricky potts #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #Penny lamb #ricky struggles to get his illusions right they always turn out creepy #noel will fuck you up with a potion do not mess with him #mischa makes rap spells but secretly writes love songs #Constance is super attached to her plants #Ocean is overly obsessive about how perfect abominations are #penny keeps on sneaking animals into hexsides and her home

[spaceagebachelormann]

HIHSISHSISJSBSNHIHEYHEY

may i please request ocean, misha, and jane/penny with an s/o that’s very short, like 5’0 and everyone assumes they’re rlly nice and they are… when they wanna be. just a very overall fiesty person in a tiny body :)

ocean, mischa and jane/penny with a short s/o!

✧ warnings: none

✧ additional info: erm this has been rotting in my inbox for months mb pookie 🙏 these might be shit but i’m on a rtc kick rn so trust in me!! also i kinda struggled with the angry but short part 😔 also ocean is kinda ooc

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ ocean o’connell rosenberg

ugh this is so real i’m 5’1 😒

ocean herself is also very short,, like 5’3-5’5

so she prob finds ur height rlly endearing cause she’s used to people being taller than her

would 100% baby u

probably says some shit like “awww ur so cute!” if u get annoyed cause she’s a little shit oblivious

would like seeing in like slightly bigger clothes cause a) she likes knowing ur comfy, even if she SUCKS at showing it, and b) she thinks it makes u look saur cute

and also she makes it abundantly clear she is the only mf who gets to bring up ur height and she’ll be passive aggressive to anyone else who does

and she’s the type to scold u if u get pissed at someone for making fun of ur height but she also doesn’t stop u

she’s secretly so proud but scolds u anyway

the scolding is worse if u swore at the person

ೃ༄ mischa bachinski

this BITCH is so mean to u abt ur height (lovingly ofc!)

purposely puts things on higher shelves so u have to ask him for help (he gets offended if u ask literally anyone else GOD FORBID ocean)

he def argues with u if u get annoyed but in like a teasing way

he thinks it’s endearing

gives u his clothes alot (obviously cause he likes seeing them on u)

so goddamn protective omg.

has encouraged you to yell at ppl for making fun of u

“HIT THEM!! HIT THEM!!” — mischa <3

fake cries and hugs u on the first day of december because santa needs his elves back

also says “don’t fall in a hole” when ur literally just walking

ೃ༄ penny lamb/jane doe

pennys like a mix of ocean and mischa

lovingly bullies u but also thinks ur so so cute

would love watching u yell at people and obviously encourages u

even joins if she feels like it

LOVES picking you up for no reason

jane though also thinks ur height is super cute but doesn’t know how to express it

she’s like immediately intrigued by u cause ur noticeably shorter than everyone else

she randomly comes up behind u and puts her arms around ur shoulders or js on ur arms or something

don’t get mad at her she gets confused cause she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong :(

#mars writing 🧈 #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc #ocean o’connell rosenburg #mischa bachinski #penny lamb #jane doe #rtc x reader #ride the cyclone x reader

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

When Mischa died in the cyclone accident something was impaled through his wounded fragile heart you agree

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #idk what else to tag #but ough the narrative that would bring to connect to his catchphrase #somebody write a fic or I’ll do it myself #(I did kind of already just a little bit)

[craqueluring]

oh my fucking god hannibal blew on the soup in the spoon so it cooled down before he gave it to will. i am in shambles.

okay no but seriously this is literally so representative of hannibal's thought process in this episode in my opinion. he blew on the spoon for like 2 seconds, which would not have cooled it down much at all. its the principle of the gesture, and shows hannibal felt compelled to care for will. i dont think will even saw it (or registered it) because he was still super drugged up, so it couldn't have been for manipulative reasons.

i think it was because in hannibal's mind, at this point, he was equating will to mischa. he just, presumably, performed surgery on will's shoulder and took the bullet out of him, stitched him up, changed his shirt, sat him at the table, and made soup for him. so, already, he is going through the motions of actions that would be seen in this context as displays of great love, consideration, and affection. especially for someone who he both already loves (so the feeling is there in the first place) and also intends to be dead by the end of the night anyway.

at this point, i think hannibal almost regressed to the mindset of a caregiver that he had for mischa because of the parallel he drew in his mind (or bedelia manipulated him to draw in his mind, lol) between will and mischa. because he loved will in the unconditional and irrevocable way he loved mischa, and he believed that the only way he could forgive will was to do what he did to her. hannibal thought he had to eat him. despite this, or, rather, in alignment with this, he saw will as a person he loved. and so, he blew on the spoon. he felt compelled to care for will. he probably did the same thing for mischa as a child

of course, once jack gets there (and also as will starts talking and wakes up more) hannibal gets caught up in the theatrics of it and comes back to the present. but i feel like before that, even just a little bit, he felt compelled to care for will the way he cared for mischa.

what really sells this for me is that in the script, he was supposed to just raise a straw to will's lips. i think this was changed to make this scene more intimate, and also to express hannibal's genuinely caring feelings towards will in these moments.

#pluto analyzes #im honestly kinda fuzzy on the whole mischa thing so forgive me if some of this is off #but i was scrolling through dolce to get a screenshot for a web weave and i noticed this and instantly had to write about it #i go Crazy for vulnerable hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal analysis #hannibal meta #dolce #hannibal 3x06

[im-not-a-l0ser]

RTC AU Prompt

Virgil chewing on Karnak's wires has made him glitch, and he tells the St Cassian Shoe Choir how they die.

How they were supposed to die. After being told how they die, they don't ride the cyclone.

#id be surprised if this wasnt already a thing tbh #virgil the rat #the amazing karnak #ride the cyclone #penny lamb #rtc jane doe #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #constance blackwood #i might write this idk #if time and motivation line up right

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

choir asl hcs bc im in an asl class rn

Ricky and his family use actual asl and not "their own made up sign language"

Ricky teaches the choir asl (shenanigans ensue)

Penny picks up on it the quickest, as she's the one who spends the most time with him.

Mischa takes about as long as she does to learn, maybe a little longer to become fluent (he's really good at learning languages)

Ocean takes the longest and it frustrates her so much because she's always been the best at everything and everything has always come easy to her... except for this thing which is vital to the communication between her and Ricky

Constance has an asl tutor because she doesn't get the hang of it easily, the choir (minus Ricky) meets with the tutor each Wednesday at the Blackwood Cafe to sharpen their skills, but Constance sees her every day until she doesn't need to anymore.

Noel makes a competition out of how good he and Ocean are at asl. she hates it but it's all in good fun, and Noel isn't actually making fun of her for learning slower than him.

Ricky just loves that his friends are doing this for him. He knows it's the bare minimum, but after spending so long without people to talk to it's nice to have people who care about him.

Ocean apologizes to Ricky for not learning sooner, and they have a heart to heart about what it means to be a good friend and how Ricky is proud of Ocean for trying now and making up for lost time and also about how he forgives her for not making more of an effort in the past.

Most of the choir still talks to Ricky and mainly uses their knowledge of sign to understand what he's saying, but Penny will actually sign without speaking a good chunk of the time. It can be more comfortable for her and it makes Ricky feel a little more "normal" to have some who also doesn't speak around him.

Mischa and Ricky sign to each other in situations of need. Usually Mischa will pass Ricky in the hallways and if some kid is bothering him he'll sign to him, asking if Ricky needs backup or just someone to walk with him that isn't an asshole.

Noel and Ricky sign to each other when they're in class and sharing answers or passing secrets and jokes.

Oh, here comes the spacedolls hcs:

Penny asks him out in asl, Ricky tries not to cry

Ricky will sign "i really love you" to her at random times and she just melts

They sign really fast and so when the other choir members or other students walk past they're just telling elaborate stories to each other and their hands will basically be wavy blurs. It can be hard for the others to keep up but it's really cute to watch the two of them just beaming and signing to each other all the time.

#rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc hcs #ride the cyclone hcs #ricky potts #penny lamb #rtc jane doe #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #bird likes to write #ride the cyclone #rtc #spacedolls

[7-crows-in-a-trench-coat]

idea for a ride the cyclone x buzzfeed unsolved crossover fanfic: its the script to an imaginary episode where shane and ryan discuss the unsolved identity of jane doe

#i would read the hell out of that #might just write in myself if i ever find the time #anyways it’s tag time #buzzfeed unsolved #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone jane doe #jane doe #penny lamb #legoland #should i tag other characters? #idk if that’s against tumblr etiquette or not- #whatever i’ll just fuck around and find out #ocean rosenberg #noel gruber #constance blackwood #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #the amazing karnak #ride the cyclone musical #musicals #shane madej #ryan bregara

[whiizor]

Guys i cant stop . like i seriously cant stop drawing them ANYWAYS here <3 seriously if anyone has any ideas i always need some, not super proud of this one ^^’

#rtc #ride the cyclone #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #noel x mischa #nischa #mischa x noel #idk how to tag #help #i love them #kiss #except they actually kiss this time #i have so many fic ideas #idk how to write tho #digital art #??? #fanart #gay real #gay

[stimboard-radio]

Nischa (Mischa Bachinski/ Noel Gruber) stimboard

✭ with related stims

✫ RQ'd by 🫧 anon !

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#stimboard #stim gifs #stimblr #stimboard account #visual stim #sensory #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #mischa ride the cyclone #noel gruber #noel rtc #noel ride the cyclone #nischa #rtc #rtc musical #ride the cyclone #writing stim #grey stim #gold stim #necklace stim #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #alcohol stim #money stim #heart stim #🫧

[bi-shop]

my favorite jd from that one musical where high school teenagers die and their ghosts sing . you know the one

inspired by the unholy reblog tags from this post .

#ride the cyclone #rtc #this doesn't deserve my art tag #jane doe #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #i hate that i can actually come up with a reason for (my) jane falling into an obsession with constance #and i’m not writing it out . i refuse to let this thing go past concept art stage #the only thing you'll need to know is that around 'dead gay son' noel's mom and mischa's adoptive mom starts making out #no sugardolls tag i am not letting them feed on this rotten sandwich

[zoeyslament]

Stubbornly Sick - Nischa

I KNOW I SAID I WASN’T GONNA DO NISCHA ANYMORE BUT I CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD SORRY

A oneshot in which Mischa is sick and refuses to admit it. Noel takes matters into his own hands.

Mischa rolled over on his thin-as-paper mattress, feeling his sweat seep into his pillowcase. He groaned, staring at the cement wall beside his lousy excuse for a bed. His whole body felt hot, and not in the way that meant people swoon over you. Beads of sweat rolled down from his hairline, his skin blotchy and red. His stomach growled, but he didn’t even want to get up and eat.

He fished his phone out from the comforter beside him, flipping it over to check the time: 9:30. He’d slept in later than ever, as if his body knew it needed rest. However, it was Sunday, meaning the choir was getting together for their weekly outing. 

Ever since the 6 of them had miraculously survived a roller coaster accident together, Ocean had been taking initiative to get the group together. Some weeks it was shopping and walking around downtown at whatever little shops remained, some weeks it was the mall, but today they’d planned a little hiking expedition. 

Mischa was almost never the biggest fan of these get togethers. First of all, it meant being stuck in the same vicinity as Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for at least three hours. Secondly, it meant listening to Ocean for at least three hours. And lastly and probably worst, it meant not complaining about the little ginger scumbag for the entire time, or all hell would break loose. 

The real reason Mischa went at all was to spend time with his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had grown close as they recovered from their accident, and Noel had been there for every step of Mischa’s growing musical career. Most of the time, Noel’s work schedule made it difficult for the boys to spend time together. Taco Bell execs didn’t really take “need time to make out with my boyfriend” as a valid excuse for missing shifts. However, “mandated outdoor socialization” was acceptable, apparently, so choir outings were fair game. 

Mischa ran his hands through his greasy, matted hair, yawning. His eyelids felt like they were made of steel, weighing him down and just wanting to close, keel over, and sleep. Even the way he carried himself, usually with his chest puffed out like a lion on the hunt, was different; slouched over and painful to even move. 

His phone vibrated in the back pocket of his sweatpants, evidence of a text message coming through. 

Noel: babe where r u! u said u would pick me up @ 9:15

He winced. Shit…

Noel set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the mirror to look at his makeup: on point as usual. Slumping back in his chair, he wondered where Mischa was. 

It’s not super unlike him to sleep through his alarm…he can sleep through my snoring after all. Maybe he stayed up late? Which is weird, because usually when he stays up late it’s because he and I are texting or something…Is he ignoring me? Shit, am I gonna have to ask Ocean for a ride? Damn it…

He picked up the phone again and dialed Mischa’s number, and to Noel’s delight and relief, Mischa picked up. 

“Hey babe…You alright?”

Mischa, at that moment, let out just about the loudest cough Noel had ever heard, hacking into the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept through my-” he paused to yawn, “-alarm. I will be there in ten minutes, Poet.” 

Noel’s heart absolutely melted at the sound of his partner’s voice. He sounded hoarse and just all around awful.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you sound like shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine. Just fine, honey. You wait and I’ll- ACHOO”

The sneeze just about made Noel have a heart attack with the sheer volume of it. He wasn’t so sure he loved the idea of Mischa even leaving the house in this condition, but he also knew how much of a stubborn asshole his boyfriend could be. Talking Mischa into staying home was not going to be easy in the slightest.

“Mischa…are you sure it’s the best idea for you to come get me? I can ask Ocean for a ride if you’re sick, you need rest…” Initially, he was going to scold Mischa, but his ‘loving boyfriend’ mode took over in a heartbeat. “I don’t even have to go today! Just get back to bed, drink lots of-”

“No, no.” Mischa waved him off. “I am going to go get dressed, and then I will come get my special boy, okay? I love you, Noel.”

“I love you too, which is why I want you to-”

He hung up. He fucking hung up. 

This was gonna be a long day.

Mischa had taken driver’s education. He knew that driving while sick could lead to accidents, because being sick made you drowsy, right? But Mischa wasn’t sick, he couldn’t be. Mischa didn’t get sick, at least that’s what he’d gaslit himself into believing. He got into the driver’s seat, rearing on the gas and speeding out of the driveway, almost slamming into his foster parents’ mailbox on his way out. 

Noel’s house wasn’t too far away from his, nowhere in Uranium City was very far away from any other place, to be honest. That was just how small towns worked. He turned onto Noel’s street and pulled up in front of the house. He parked, slightly crooked in the driveway, and trudged to the front step. 

“Noel!” He croaked out, his voice cracking. He rang the doorbell. 

The shorter male opened the door and looked Mischa up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. “As expected, you look like someone pushed you out of a car window and then ran you over with a pickup truck. Bed, now.” 

“What? No! We have the hike-”

“I already texted Ocean and let her know that you’re sick and thus will not be attending. Now please go lay down, you know where my room is.”

“But…that just means I am going to get you sick! “So what? You’re the love of my life, I think I can handle your cooties.”

For once, it was Noel being the stubborn one. It was clear he wasn’t going to hear another word about it. Mischa allowed himself to be escorted (read: dragged by the collar of his shirt) upstairs to Noel’s bedroom. 

“Get your ass under the covers.” Noel demanded playfully. “Mom’s working another late shift, but I don’t have to work again until Monday afternoon. We could spend all day and night right here if it would make you feel better.” 

Mischa yawned and plopped down on Noel’s bed, having made the decision to be cooperative for once. “And do what? Talk about how shitty I feel? Because I feel like…big…bleh.”

“I know you do, darling.” Noel kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, giggling. “If you would lay down like I told you to and rest up, you might feel a little bit less bleh. Have you eaten today?”

“No.” He admitted. “I was not hungry.”

Noel sighed. “I’ll go get you some toast or something. You really gotta start taking care of yourself when you’re sick.”

“I am not sick.” Mischa protested. “Just a little tired.”

“Either way, you need rest.” Noel pressed his boyfriend down, hand splayed out over his chest. “Lay down, Mischa. Spare me my sanity.”

Mischa rolled his eyes. “I do not need to lay down, poet. Sleep is for the weak.”

“No, dumbfuck, sleep is for the idiot boyfriend who won’t admit that he feels like he was hit point blank with a sack of bricks!”

Mischa pondered Noel’s innate ability to know exactly how he felt, because the sack of bricks thing was fairly accurate. He felt like he was going to topple over onto the floor, but would his cocky ass admit that? When pigs fly.

“Sleep is for the weak.” He repeated instead, sitting back up. If he was going to get in bed he was not going to lay down and he was also going to make it everyone’s problem. 

“Whatever you say, dickwad,” Noel sighed. He was ever so creative with the pet names. “Sit still and don’t, I don’t know, set the house on fire. What do you want to eat?”

“I told you I am not hun—” he started, but he knew there was no winning this argument. “I guess…toast?”

Noel went downstairs and fished a loaf of bread and the toaster out, tossed a slice in, and promised himself he would not scream when the toast popped up. 

He broke the promise.

Anyway, he took out the golden brown bread and slathered it in butter, taking it back upstairs to Mischa. 

In the time it took Noel to make a piece of toast, Mischa had flopped over and fallen asleep. Noel made a soft tsk tsk sound, setting the plate of toast on the nightstand. He gently climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over both Mischa and himself. Rolling onto his side, he came face to face with a peacefully dozing Mischa and a pool of drool already staining the pillow (not that Noel really minded). He brushed Mischa’s chestnut curls out of his eyes, giggling softly.

“Yeah, rest easy, tough guy.” He whispered. “My fucking idiot.” He snuck a quick kiss onto Mischa’s forehead. “I love you.

#rtc #ride the cyclone #newsies #nischa #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #noel x mischa #my writing #oneshots #my oneshots #sickfic #rtc fanfic #rtc fanfiction

[impitoyable]

maybe a hot take but i actually dont like the fandoms perception noel all that much? like people, especially fic writers, will throw away nearly every aspect of his character in favor of “flamboyant twink” and it makes it really hard to find him interesting for lack of a better term

#ride the cyclone #noel gruber #like why dont you write about his passion for french culture? or how lola lola inspired monique? #give him the same creativity you give ricky and have them bond over it!!! let them make and write stories with one another!!! #im literally begging give him a personality outside of liking mischa and hating ocean its not that hard #like you cant just nickname him poet and then have him do NOTHING related to poetry

[abesetacringe]

everyone shhh, they're adding Mischa's selfsona to an AU......

#nischa #no other tags im too afraid sorry😭😭😭 #but this idea was sitting in my head for like 3 days #the probably do cringey roleplays also where Noel writes tons of words and Mischa responds with simple sentences #(he's not bored or smth they just have different writing styles)

[juneberrie]

— 🧸 cute

summary: mischa likes making you flustered

pairing: mischa bachinski x gn!reader

warnings/tags: mischa being adorable <3 google translated ukrainian - кохана = sweetheart

lizzie's note— inspired by this stroke inducing message from @sophiefostersgirlfriend: "imstead of rickt lightjeartedlt makijg fun of his s/o irs mischa <3" also technically requested by one very eager anon

word count: 0.1k || masterlist -> misc. masterlist

"hello, my sunshine," mischa said, grinning as he wrapped his s/o in a hug from behind. they were standing on the steps outside the st. cassian's with the rest of the choir, watching ocean and noel 'discuss' which song to perform at their next concert, aka noel yelling about why they should do cell block tango from chicago and ocean shooting down the idea.

"hi, misch," they laughed. he grabbed one of their hands and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to back of their hand. tilting their head up, he pressed another kiss to their forehead, which was growing hot. he chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around his love.

"you're very cute, you know that right?" he asked. he heard yn let out a small squeak and a laugh. "your laugh is especially cute, кохана."

"i have no idea what you just said but thats really cute," constance chimed.

yn shuffled around to face their boyfriend and smiled. "yeah, it was."

#mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #rtc #rtc x reader #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone x reader #the angriest boy in town (liz's version) #liz’s writing ♡