a mischa bachinski x gn!reader bc he's so baby girl and ride the cyclone is brainrot for me notes; - this fic will take place in 2022 because i cannot go without using slang - the writing will probably not be the best - y/n remembers penny lamb cuz why not lmao - lower case intended

RTC Mishca×Noel! ⚠️Just a small bit of smut⚠️ mainly one shots!!! Smut=🌶 Semi Smut=🍦 Fluff=🥬 Angst=🥓 Sad to sweet=🍑 Sweet to sad=🍇 Semi angst=🌈

i'm just a horny teen pretending to be Jesus on wattpad, so what better to do than right this book along with my It one. I also have an OC i can put in here if y'all are curious If anyone has suggestions just put them anywhere, i really could give less of a [redacted].

"𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊" What if Talia died with the choir? 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚊

Well shit! Change of plans to the lore? The choir is dead Fucking dead and gone Except the afterlife isn't what everyone might have thought it would be Everything is basically the same. It all near looks the same (maybe a little de-saturated but the town has always felt like it lacked color) and everyone else is still here And none of the other people outside of the choir and Karnak are real, They're all death's interpretation of them to make the afterlife feel more "lively" Everyone outside of the choir (-Karnak) won't acknowledge the cyclone accident because this is the afterlife trying to convince them they never died so they can continue life as if it were normal (And ignore how they don't age) and be happy