i really like Nischa but i hate that a lot of the shippers (that i’ve met, at least) kinda.. pretend like Talia never existed
and i don’t just mean they act like “oh no Talia and Mischa broke up” or “Talia was catfishing him and he found out” or whatever, they just straight up pretend like she was never there to begin with
which is kinda annoying since she’s such an important part of Mischa/his character/his story
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when i get into a ride the cyclone production as mischa im going to canonize talia is real so quickly. my phone background is going 2 be the person playing talia im going to have them send me like five texts before each show so the notifications are on my lockscreen im going to look so frantic when im looking for wifi ill wear an engagement ring and a heartshaped locket maybe ill even wear one of those 'touch and its partner lights up' bracelets for long distance couples and tap it all night
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“nischa is toxic and it disregards talia—”
it is fanfiction. headcanons. it is not supposed to be completely canon compliant because it isn’t. noel and mischa are canonically dead.
go on, write about two silly little characters from a musical you think are cute together. whether they be nischa, mischalia, oscha, or anybody else. romantically or platonically. fan content is supposed to be self indulgent.
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The Airport
Summary: Mischa and Talia are united after years apart.
The plane landed after the longest, most tiring flight Mischa had ever endured. He yawned, blinking sleep from his eyes as he collected his things from the area around his seat. The nice older woman beside him smiled at him again.
“Excited to see her?” She asked, adjusting the collar of her frilly blue blouse. Mischa nodded, standing to get his belongings from the overhead compartments.
“We’ve been planning on this for nearly four years now. All this time, she’s waited for me.”
“I can’t wait to see you one day, my Talia.” He whispered to her, listening to the soft purr of her breath, muffled by the internet that stood between them. It was late at night in Uranium City and Mischa was condemned to his foster parents’ basement, hair ruffled by the thick, cold drafts.
“I will wait for that day if it means waiting centuries.” Her voice sounded like honey. Warm and soft and tantalizing sweet, everything Mischa loved about her tied into one simple part of her.
“I’ll do the same for you.” He promised, sitting up on the paper-thin mattress, feeling the box spring squeak beneath him. “As soon as I get the money together, I’ll come back to Ukraine and-”
“You do not have to come back. It would be cheaper to meet me halfway.”
And just like that, the plan was formed.
“That’s so wonderful of you…” The woman chirped. “The world needs more young men like you, I’ll tell you that, Mr…?”
“Bachinski. Mischa Bachinski.” He held out his hand.
She gave his hand a shake, a surprisingly firm one at that, especially for such an old woman. “Just peachy to meet you. Now, go find your love!” She patted him on the back, and Mischa chuckled. Swinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, he dashed down the aisle, and into the airport.
“Welcome to London!” A stout, plump older man greeted him at the baggage claim. “You didn’t see? Bags’ll take a while longer, conveyor belt’s shit the bed!” He laughed, his stomach shaking. Mischa did not find this so funny. He scrambled to pull out his phone. As expected, there was a message from Talia.
“Where are you, my love?” He read it aloud, typing back as fast as his fingers would allow.
“Got held up at baggage claim. You?”
“I am not too far from there. Wait.”
And he did. Ten minutes went by before a figure moved into his field of view.
Feminine, no doubt about it. Tall, but not far above average. Honey-blonde hair tied up into a bun atop her head, perfect, rosy cheeks, and almond eyes the color of chestnuts.
Talia.
He knew it was her the moment he saw her. He threw his bag to the ground, and it landed with a thump on the dusty tiles of the floor. She threw her arms around him and he picked her up, holding her, spinning her as gracefully as a ballerina with years of dancing experience under her belt.
It may not have been Ukraine, but as far as Mischa was concerned, where ever Talia was had to be his home
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ngl before i saw ride the cyclone live, i assumed that nischa was another case of a fandom shipping Two Guys Standing Next To Each Other. but having seen it... i see the vision!!
that said i am in the "talia is real" camp and i also love her with mischa. multishipping will never die.
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