#Mischa: 🐍

[myers-meadow]

Meet Mischa! 🐍✨

picrew by aukanemin

I had a wonderful dream about this man, so I thought it only fair to let you meet him too <3

I've been wanting to return to writing original work for a long time now, but have always felt too intimidated, but under encouragement of dear friends (@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @devil-doll13, @house-of-slayterr), I'm finally ready ^^

The first piece that will feature him will be out hopefully sometime this week!! I hope you will all adore him as much as I have! Asks, comments, reblogs, everything is very welcome <3

His introducion fic, 'A sn(e)aking suspicion' Mischa x reader. Masterlist with much more info on him here &lt;3

Name: Mischa

Pronouns: he/they

Occupation: magician/sorcerer

Powers: speaks the language of several animals, most notably that of snakes. He knows a large variety of spells and potion recipes, and has a strong charismatic quality.

Personality: prefers solitude and quiet. He uses words only when he deems it necessary, but is good at making his words count. Mischa has high standards for himself and is a stern teacher. To him, magical knowledge and power is everything. He seeks to grow in what he knows, his bookshelves strain under the weight of his collection and there's always a potion brewing on the fire. He's often found reading until his vision swims. The countless failed experiments he has done have left their marks on him, but he doesn't give up. As a studious introvert, he's not bothered by his lack of human connection - he has his snakes and spiders, after all. But what happens, if he meets you?

Notable features: has a thin, forked tongue like that of a snake. Symbols that only he knows the meaning of are tattoed all over his body, which he may have done himself. His black hair has a green shine to it.

Pets: keeps mice and rats for breeding to feed the snakes he keeps around. He doesn't view the snakes or spiders he has as pets, though. Some have preferences and he keeps those in mind.

Music taste: dark yet atmospheric, he's specific but the genres he likes are doom metal, dungeon synth and variations of folk music with a darker edge.

Coffee or tea: black tea with cardemom

Love languages: acts of service, physical touch

[goldrose-star]

AJ Riley - Mischa AU! 📚🔮

I created two moodboards plus a alternative version. These were inspired by this gorgeous moodboard that the lovely Meadow (@myers-meadow) has made for my AJ. The background of the second moodboard is by me.

The moodboards show a bit what I imagine AJ and her aesthetics would look like, when living in Mischa's world. I wanted to find a similar dress to the one in Meadow's board, but didn't have such luck finding one that I liked. And I also imagine her having a few tattoos herself.

Enjoy 💖

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Tagging some moots who might be interested: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

Please let me know in case you want to be added or removed from my list 🫶

[frankenb-rbs]

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[ohmrcrow]

Another July, another art fight hell !! I've been really locked in with this year's teams + been going all out with the Hades style too, hope y'all been having fun in art fight :3

Oc credit below ✨

David by charmandercollective ⏳

Alastor by Typicalmoth581 🐍

Edelweiss by @doodlenab 🌷

Bifrost by @rigormortisriot 🌌

Mischa by oozerloser ⛓️

Kai by moonouno 💘

[ask-the-stchoir]

Mischa, what snake did you get?

-🐍

💵GARTER SNAKE‼️‼️

[devil-doll13]

Noun: Ouroboros

“A circular symbol depicting a snake, or less commonly a dragon, swallowing its tail, as an emblem of wholeness or infinity.”

- The Oxford Dictionary

A moodboard for @myers-meadow’s OC Mischa 🐍 I’m obsessed w him he has such an impeccable vibe so here you go!

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @bluecoolr, @soupbabe, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @flower-crowned-lady, @solmints-messyocdiary, @probably-a-plant-thing)

[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.

[myers-meadow]

Mischa.... As a university teacher..... 😔🥴🐍

[myers-meadow]

how would Mischa react to a partner/apprentice/reader who gets glasses for the first time ever? 👉👈

(asking for no particular reason, obviously ;D)

"Those look good on you, sweetheart. They're new?"

"Let me have a look," as he holds you by the chin, tilting your head for every angle. "Hmm, I like them. And you? Adjusting well?"

As you move away to go do something again, he stops you. "Let me try them on." And swift fingers pluck them from your nose onto his own. "How do I look?" His grin is teasing. "Smarter?"

[myers-meadow]

POV Mischa takes you on a first date 🐍✨

Title: Mischa takes you on a first date ✨

Summary: Go on a date with my OC Mischa! His choice of locale will be sure to please you, the tea will warm your throat as the cake sweetens your tongue.

Warnings: none. gn reader.

Wordcount: 435

New little fic for Mischa! I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing this - he's a great muse to me. Reblogs and comments are very welcome! I wann hear what you think!! &lt;3 Divider made by me.

It starts at a small, qaint café. He has dressed up for you, put on his nice earrings, even braided his hair. It's warm inside the café and you shake the rain off your coat, he hangs it up for you and guides you to a quiet spot. If he's nervous, it doesn't show. He's easy to talk to, knows a lot about many things but never looks down on you. A good listener. When the subject comes to his occupation, he tells you a little, but not much. He offers to read your palm, and you accept, letting him trace the lines in your hand. It feels intimate, in that corner, steaming mugs of tea on the table. He says you have a strong will, and that he likes that; and the forking of the line here means that you have a chance at a great love. It all seems fuzzy, but he's so charming that you hang onto his every word. The sweet treat you ordered does wonders as well. You think that maybe, his lips will taste sweeter still.

After a couple hours that flew by, he invites you back to his place. Since you expressed interest in magic and his books and you'd love to see it. He offers you his arm when you walk together, and before you know it, you're there. It's an unconventional place, and you start to believe that maybe magic is real - and before the door shuts, his lips are on yours and he's tugging off your coat. He's sweet, not only in taste. Once there's a bit of space for a breather, he whispers tender-sounding words into your ear, in a language you don't understand, but it tickles pleasantly warm against the sensitive skin of your throat. You peek through your lashes to try and not stumble into any furniture, and find his eyes open and staring into the depths of you. You wonder what he sees, briefly, but he tugs at your hair just right and you don't think that much at all anymore.

In the morning, light streams through the coloured glass window above the bed, he traces symbols on your back. When you ask what it means, he kisses you instead. He's a sight to see, with tattoed lines sprawling over his entire body, in both white and black inks. You aren't sure what those are supposed to be, either. When you reach out to touch them with a knuckle, the inside of your hand looks a little strange, a little off, which is especially weird since you just paid close attention to your palm yesterday. Must be a trick of the early morning light, you think. And the beautiful body next to you is a great distraction. Still only half-dressed, he gives you breakfast. He didn't make it, as he hasn't left your side, but that's alright. With Mischa, magic is real. And isn't love just another form of magic?

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Mischa (OC) x reader drabble

Title: Alone on a rainy night

Summary: Mischa (my OC) is yearning for his new apprentice after his first few lessons with her. This also reveals a little more about Mischa's powers. Just a lil standalone drabble to get to know him better <3.

First fic I wrote for him.

Warnings: none. reader uses she/her pronouns.

Wordcount: 412 words.

Divider by firefly-graphics

Mischa sighed softly to himself as he briskly stood up from his desk. He was thirsty, and the translation he was working on wasn’t getting anywhere, the tea he’d made previously was now cold and too bitter to drink. The cast iron pot next to him bubbled with something that made the room smell like apples – so he’d cracked a window. Nonetheless, it was stuffy inside. It was a rainy night, one like many this spring, and he thought of his new clever apprentice. But no, she wasn’t here to do those pesky things for him, so he got up and made himself tea. He emptied out the pot and filled the kettle. He checked his phone; no messages, and rubbed his forehead against the tension headache. Had he been too harsh with her? He had no other way of being, his mother used to say. Their agreement was simple: she was to be his apprentice, and he would leave her and her life be. Except for the boyfriend, that would be too much of a distraction. Oh well, she wouldn’t miss a guy like that much anyway, he mused.

With a fresh cup of tea in hand, he moved to the dining table. Making space on the cluttered surface to set down the tea, moving his scaled friend Hendrik to the side, on top of a pile of loose papers. The day before, Hendrik curled up in her neck instead of his, and Mischa took that opportunity to have a break from his research – a short time inhabiting a snake’s body. He distinctly remembered the feel of her warmth against his scales. Her pulse so much slower than his, flicking his tongue out to taste her skin – so close to the blood within. Mischa’s eyes fell shut as he lived the moment again. He coiled around her neck fully, slithering back around to the same point underneath her ear to lay close to the fragile pulse point. Hendrik’s body wasn’t dangerous to her, but her shaky breath let her feel just how constricting it was to have him there. Mischa’s hand dropped to his lap as he breathed in. She’d been so warm, so trusting, felt so good against him… He could have her like that too, maybe. Leaning back in the wooden dining chair, he pressed his hand to his crotch, as his cock slowly filled out with similarly warm blood. But perhaps, he'd rather have this body then.

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Mischa in purple 💜✨🕷

Sweet, cruel and magical Mischa in purple 💟

This represents a more formal side of him, when he's at work and seeing clients. I felt like doing something with a more whimsical feel, something that's not as warm and comforting as the ones I did in reds and browns ^^.

[myers-meadow]

Ok, but how long is Mischa's tongue tho? 👀

He'll show you his if you show him yours😳👀

But as a real answer: it will come up in either the upcoming chapter or the one after that! 🐍💫

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Hey, I love your blog! Ever since I saw your oc Mischa, I was wondering if you would be interested in making a post showing and explaining a bit more of his fashion sense? Like, telling about which style/aesthetic he likes in clothing/jewerly/hairstyles with some images as examples?

I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you, it's just that your oc is so interesting and I really want to know more about him 😅

Hi, thank you so much! That's so kind of you to say! <3

I am working on a bigger post, and im still trying to find images that I can see him in, so for now, I will do my best to describe what I do know. But rest assured, it will come!

Figuring out a character in appearance and fashion sense is always a bit of a process for me as they shape themselves through my writing, they grow with it. When it comes up in the writing itself, I'll of course describe things in greater detail <3. I'll put a cut bc this will get long omg;;

Mischa has long nails and spidery hands, wears a lot of rings, necklaces, earrings... both gold and silver, sometimes at the same time. Big silver earrings with semi precious stones; he likes opals in particular. He wears black almost always. Sometimes a button up in a jewel tone - he's more keen on greens and blues than reds. I'd say his aesthetic is goth, but even then there's a lot of substyles of goth and he doesn't really fit neatly in any box. Most of his clothing is rather flowing and elongated in silliouette, and he wears long dresses and skirts too, alongside tighter dress pants with a smooth textured, loose-fitting button up. A good wide sleeve, sheer fabrics, laces, that's what I see him in with ease. Gowns I could see him in are vaguely like those Tilda Swinton wears in Susperia (esp the brown and red gowns, but in black).

Don't get me wrong, he is absolutely rather masculine, and because he is a man, dresses and skirts don't look v feminine on him.

As for hair, its rather long, somewhere mid-back, and it's often down, but regularly braided as well. He likes a normal big braid, but also ones where the sides of his hair are pulled up, like so:

Because of magic, time isn't an issue regarding the complexity of his hairstyles hahahha

And here is a dump of images I have found that will go on future moodboards:

Unfortunately I haven't been able to find a snake ring yet! But of course he wears tons of spider and snake related jewelry alkdfjsdf. This got way longer than I wanted, but I hope it was fun to get this insight into my brain akdlfjskfd 😅

Thank you again for showing interest in my young man! He's very flattered and so am I - more moodboards and such will follow soon!!

xoxo

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I want to wear matching jewelry with mischa so baaaad :'((

Go raid his jewelry drawer! Quick - I'll keep watch!

Pretty sure if they find pieces missing they conjure them up again via magical means, shrugging how he's not leaving those pretty earrings lying around again. So then you can match with him!!! :))))

Okok, but if you tell him you'd like to match with him, he will indulge you... for a price, though. He'll dangle it in front of you and state his demands. Everytime you think he'll give it to you, it's just out of reach. Until you've complied, he's gonna tease you with it, but they find it so endearing that you'll get it in the end - always :)). If you know how to read him, you can play a wonderful game of bluff with him.

"Hmm, I don't know, sounds like a high demand just to wear the same earrings sometimes," you shrug. "What about half? And I'll put them in for you." His hands are already on you, pulling you close to do so. "They look so good on you... Knew tiger's eye would go wonderfully with your eyes."