#mischa interaction

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Closed starter: Mischa Dolokhov and Barbara Lorraine (@crxwnedbarbie)

Location: Her quarters

Once upon a time, Mischa had been a young musician, traveling from court to court, all around Europe. While they had been in Hungary, a long time ago it seemed now, at least a decade prior, they had seen a young blonde girl hanging around as they practiced before a performance. They had been tuning their instruments and warming up their voice when they'd heard the harmonies start. Curious Mischa had continued, their voice melding easily with that of their companion. Only afterwards had they learned that the blonde was the princess, Barbara Lorraine. What had followed was many talks about music and, eventually, letters exchanged, and a friendship.

Mischa had heard of his friend's injuries in the attacks outside the palace and had gathered up their best cures as well as some of their music and a spinet, a small piano. They popped their head in with a broad smile. "How braves the conuering hero?" they asked, before showing Barbara the flowers they'd brought.

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

What you rizz is what you gyatt

[toooliix]

zoinks scoob i got lost in the nischa sauce 🥴

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Once, when they were younger, Anatole had jokingly referred to his children as 'musical goblins' for their penchant of waking up to play music in the night. Neither of them had ever been able to truly settle when outside of home, not that they'd settled inside either. Music was the only peace they knew; only after hearing a place filled with song did they truly know it. Mischa, of course, had played in Versailles a few times by that point, but they'd found they couldn't sleep until they'd played. They'd made their way to the music room, almost robotically, but hesitated at the door when the notes filled their ears.

Each musician has their own style, an identity to their music even when playing a song composed by another; Mischa knew Marya's notes before they even saw her. Upon slinking into the room, their suspicions were confirmed. They did not disturb...no, instead they found a violin and began the accompaniment as they had so many times before. Their instruments blended seamlessly and familiarly, filling the room with the siblings' song.

Open Starter: @francehqstarters

Location: The Music Room

Time: Late at night

Marya never slept well the first night in a new location. It was a nasty habit she'd picked up as a child, but she hadn't quite been able to shake. The excitement of being in a new place always caused her veins to practically thrum with excitement, and this new venture had her at an all time high. This would be a reunion overflowing with the possibilities of reunion: reunions with dear friends, dear lovers, her dearest Mischa...Due to the political climate, she was loathe to leave the grounds of the estate, choosing instead to roam around until something ensnared her interest. A door slightly ajar was the winner, and the singer was thrilled to have found the music room.

Of course, it was filled with instruments in perfect condition. Her icy gaze rested fondly on the harpsichord. Marya glided across the room, sitting on the bench and lifting the lid to the keys. A perfectly manicured fingerly poked experimentally at a key, a light note ringing through the room. Unable to resist, her fingers fell into a familiar pattern: her favorite Handel piece. Old memories flooded her, a familiar warmth of years long gone encouraging her to play on.

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Closed Starter: Mischa Dolokhov and Erich Holm (@gcldforged)

Location: Austria's sitting room in the palace

Mischa had performed music for the King of Austria many times after moving to Austria to be Austria's court musician. While Mischa rarely spoke with him, the king held a sort of aloof but conscientious air that Mischa respected. Mischa wondered, at times, when the king's eyes were on them, if the king knew about the information Mischa gathered for the queen. They never mentioned it, of course, but perhaps the queen had. In either case, unless Mischa was asked directly, they would admit to nothing. Still, when Mischa crossed the threshold into the sitting room, they bowed deeply. "King Erich, it is a pleasure to be called before you. I was expecting the queen to have another composition for me to work on, but I am pleased to speak more with you. I have wished to express my gratitude for allowing me to join your country, and bring honor to my new home."

[withinkandquill-aa]

Plotted starter // Mischa & Hannibal // @mettleborn

Lecter Castle.

It had been a very, very long time since Mischa had stood before the stone walls of her childhood home. She had been very small when the family had been displaced and when she had been brought back to her namesake halls, they had been transformed into a stronghold that resembled shelter but not home. When she and Hannibal had left, neither one had looked back. It was a place too full of ghosts for comfort, even for Mischa who stood here now with no memory of their parents or the happiness that once belonged here. Instead, she remembers the faces of miserable children and stern caretakers, the frustration of being surrounded by a place and items that were rightfully hers but restricted by the women in charge of their wellbeing.

There was no guarantee Hannibal would be here. He had fled the states in too much of a hurry, leaving Mischa behind out of necessity and likely the knowledge that she would find him wherever he went. When she asked herself about the first place to look, this imposing silhouette came to mind. It would for Hannibal too, she imagined. Even if they did not stay - and they wouldn’t - it was the one place they would both know intimately even after all these long years. Her only hope is that whatever authorities may chase him overseas don’t think the same.

Mischa doesn’t knock. This is her home too, no matter who may reside in it now. Instead, she removes her copy of the key and lets herself in.

It doesn’t look different. The chandelier hanging above the foyer is on, casting shadows over the walls that dance like ancient memories as she moves quietly through and though the furniture has been recently dusted, it remains still in a perfect replica of her faded memories. She runs a hand along the back of the couch, peers at the old rug she used to play on. He was here. Even without seeing him, even without piecing together the evidence, she can feel it in her bones as if their shared blood sings when within reach of one another.

“Hannibal?” she calls, and then unnecessarily, “It’s Mischa.”

It does not escape her mind that others might be terrified to enter the centuries old haunt of the infamous Chesapeake Ripper but Mischa is not afraid. She cannot even dredge up a sense of fear if she tried. She knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her brother will never, ever hurt her even now that his crimes have come to light.

[ask-the-rtc-chior-anything]

Hi! Before we start, the creator of this blog is @buggy-sharkz!

Hi and welcome to to the choir!

Stuff about this page;

- please do not send anything inappropriate, this account is run by a minor!!

- I will abuse the block button if necessary

- the blog doesn’t have really any lore besides them all surviving the crash!

- I can get pretty burnt out sometimes so I might not always respond with art

- please don’t spam comments, and be patient please!

- I have a few head cannons that will be implemented later on :3

- reblogs welcome!!!!!

Here are the colors I will use when responding with text;

Noel Gruber - red

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg - orange

Mischa Bachinski - green

Ricky Potts - blue

Constance Blackwood - purple

Virgil and Karnak - pink

Jane doe/penny lamb - white & bold

If I personally want to respond, I will respond using parentheses!

Additional info;

- Penny prefers to be called Penny Lamb.

- Noel does like Mischa, but won’t admit it because he accepts that Mischa likes Talia. (Mischa does love Talia but he also likes someone else…I wonder who?…)

- Ocean is improving her behavior towards the choir, especially Constance. She feels guilty.

- I don’t really have anything for Ricky and Connie besides that they are better friends now :)

- Mischa, Noel, and Ocean still are a little bitter towards one another.

- Karnak and Virgil survived to somehow???

- SPACEDOLLS CANNON!!!!!111!1!1! (But perfectdolls, etc requests are always welcome😼)

Anyway, feel free to leave a question!

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Attention divided, Mischa scans the surrounding plants for the tell-tale movements of some small animal, but their eyes keep flicking back to take Aleksei in. The man is the same man, same piercing blue eyes and slightly tousled hair, but there is a difference in his manner that overwhelms the similarities, almost making him seem like a different man entirely. Though Mischa cannot pinpoint exactly where the difference is, they can tell that something has happened in the years since their meeting. They catch the rustle of some leaves a few feet away and they meet Aleksei's eyes and nod towards the moving branches. You do not sound alright. Mischa almost comments the words that echo in their head, but decides to live in civility instead. "What have you been up to?" they ask instead, before continuing to answer for themselves. "When I left Russia, I found a home in Austria and the queen invited me to play, to add to the entertainments here. It has been so busy though that I've had little time to play for anyone." Of course, they had not expected to see certain old friends; this one was a pleasant, if enticing surprise. "I am happy to see you Aleksei."

aleksei's eyes widen when his brain registers who he has inadvertently thrust his presence upon — mischa. it's been such a terribly long time since he's seen them, & the last time they'd spoken had been... well, aleksei had been a very different person, is all. " y-yes, i ... " he swallows thickly, his cheeks flushing as he tries ( and maybe only half-succeeds ) to rid himself of the memories that flood to the forefront of his brain at the sight of the other. he draws in a shaky breath, eyes flicking down to the ground as he busies himself with searching for his missing pet. " — yes, yes — his name is bayun. he's small, & grey, & very young... " his eyebrows furrow as he continues looking, a pang of worry shooting through him like lightning as he's reminded of bayun's age & size. he glances over at mischa briefly, before continuing to look amongst the branches of a low bush. " i've been... alright, " he lies, smiling tightly. he's never been a good liar, especially under stress. " it's ... lovely to see you, though, mischa. i ... hadn't realized you would be here in france. " a bit breathless, now, but he blames it on the physical exertion of searching amongst the foliage. " & how are you, after ... all these years ... ? "

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YOURE THE BEST CHARACTER DONT LET THE OTHERS SAY OTHERWISE!1!1!1!

[for mod, squeakerz, should I make an ocean rp account cause this gave me that idea fjskskdjsj 😭🙏]

”oh.. why thank you :)”

[bizarrescribblez]

hii mia !!! ik we are newly moots but i just wanna sayy. tyy for the kind tags on the comm i got!!! yes it is lyrics from bizarre love triangle 🫶

anyways . just watched abigail for the first time and i actually ended up loving it!! it was way funnier than i anticipated too ? ("those are onions" made me lose it 😭)

BEING SAID. my musicalpilled brain immediately wanted to offer beauty and the beast au for u n frank?? idk if youve considered/talked abt this already and. maybe its not quite a direct translation but. hey. maybe after the events of the movie he goes into hiding (again). you find him, true love can break the curse (or not yk we ❤️ vampires), yadda yadda.. his name is even adam 👀

OMGOMG HI MISCHA HIIIIIII!!!!!! AND WHAT OFC!!!!!! Best of both worlds.. a super awesome slayful ship + my fav song + art from one of my besties.. ITS PERFECTION!!!!!!!!! 😌💖

ALSO OMGOMG YOU WATCHED IT!!!!!! IM SO HAPPYYOU LOVED IT!! Omg frank’s iconic dumb dumb onions line hehe SAY THE LINE FRANK!!!!

ALSO MISCHA YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT BUT ME AND MY BESTIE KAT HAVE HAD A BATB AU LIKE FOR MONTHSSS i get so shy to vocalize a lot of ideas i have online but IM SO GLAD BATB IS UNIVERSALLY FRANKBUN TO PEOPLE 🥹💖 but also funny bcuz dan stevens was the live action beast heheh SMALL WORLD!! With me and kat’s ITS A LITTLE DIFFERENT where vamp hunter frank gets killed by lambert and abigail and pretty much left to die in the lodge but he wakes up as a BIG (sexy) VAMPIRE BEAST AAA AAAAA!! Yada yada yada vamp hunter joey arrives and gets joeynapped by him then i arrive and take her place THEN AWESOME VAMPIRE MONSTER ROMANCE BEGINS YAYY YAYYYY!! Not to go on a tangent ITS THE ONLY TIME IVE FELT PROMPTED TO RAMBLE HEHEHEHE 💖💖

[sleepboysummer]

hypocrisy from tumblr users to think that mischas online gf isnt a real person.. u guys think IM a real person dont u..

[prefabfemininity]

‘ door's right there . just do me a favor . . . next time you walk out of it , don't bother coming back around again . ’

[mayhaps-im-yoicked]

reading Hannibal rising is like painful for me because he is so me!!! like everytime Lithuania gets mentioned I start convulsing because LITHUANIA MENTION!!! 🦅🦅🇱🇹🇱🇹‼️RAAAAA🦅🦅🇱🇹🇱🇹‼️❗which is not good because it gets mentioned a lot so I'm in pain from the hyperfixatipn

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Mischa's eyes sparkled with mirth at the King's admittance. "I think that most trip in dim light your majesty, and the hall is an exquisite illusion at the best and worst of times. I am sure that you are far from the only one ensnared by its mirrors. In either case, any fall of a king's is a safe secret with me." Mischa nodded, seeming to all the world a simple musician, both trusting and trustworthy; truly he was not lying, the fall would remain a secret...and hopefully bring more secrets from the King's trust. "I find most events are best when they remain precious."

𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬' 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 depths of his throat , it wasn't a boisterous one but still loud enough for the few around them to hear . he then nodded , the crows feet at the side of his eyes more prominent as he smiled at the other . " and i am still ... glad no one was there to see it . well , in my defense , it was ... deathly dark & i have a tendency to trip over my feet when its a bit too dim . " the king was a pretty open book — one may say ... a bit too open . he then narrowed his eyes , finger wagging to mischa ; the smile long gone , face fading into half - seriousness . " don't ... disclose that to anyone . "

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Closed starter: Mischa Dolokhov and Annaliese Holm (@hcrexcellency)

"The queen has been captured." The phrase had not seemed real when a guard had explained to Mischa what was happening, why the whole of Versailles, once boring with all those absent, had exploded again with sound and bluster. They had been reminded of chess, the way losing the Queen could decimate. It had only been afterward that they'd been able to wrap their mind around it. Isaak had undoubtedly been quicker and Mischa wondered if that was why he had stayed as an advisor rather than traveling with them; Isaak could handle these situations and shine in them, Mischa had no taste for it. After all settled however, Mischa made their way to the queen in her office, knocking on the door. "I brought tea your majesty...and a bottle of something stronger. I thought, after your ordeal that you might be able to use something with a little bit of boldness, like you."