it’s me Misha Bachynskyi, you might know me as the “badegg” on the YouTube??? I’m very popular there
I’m engaged to my loveliest, prettiest, most perfect ❤️Talya❤️
LOOK HOW PRETTY SHE IS
PROUD UKRAINIAN 🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦
I’m saving up for our wedding in Ukraine ‼️ so stream my music
my posts be tagged #misha on the mic
Send your favorite rapper some asks too dawg
he/him
born Aug 18
found out I am a PANSEXUAL💯
I support the gays and gender stuff
I fw rap, rock and indie
I can speak Ukranian, Russian, English and some Dutch
may vent occasionally… I live in a basement for fucks sake
ooc undercut
it’s ANOTHER misha rp blog
This is my first rp blogs so don’t expect anything awesome sauce
I’m @onionflavoureds
ooc tag is #misha kicked off the mic
I can speak English (obviously) but I’ve been learning Ukrainian for a few months (not because of rtc; because of personal reasons) but it is terrible… I can speak some French and Meitei Mayak but please don’t use them in rp….
I’m support all ships with him except like him x Virgil or him x Karnak; as long as it’s not super weird I’m alr with it (I mainly ship Talia and Noel with him but I could totally rp other ships if appropriate) I have been dabbling in spacerap tho…
He closed the front door as he got out, then ran down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a black, plain skirt, a wine red sweater with puffy sleeves, calf length two inch heel boots and black fishnet. He had some light makeup on.
He got in the car and turned to look at Misha. He carelessly fixed his own hair.
"So, how did detention go?" He teased him, before putting his seat belt on.
He let out a soft snort and ruffled your hair just to mess with you.
“Eh. Boring. Was okay though, I was excited to see you,” He responds as he looks at your outfit. “Noel, man, you’ve always got the best fashion sense…”
He clears his throat before looking back at the steering wheel and tossing you his phone.
“You can choose the music if you want,” He offers as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Hey!" He jokingly reprimanded him, as he fixed his hair again.
He blushed a bit at Misha's compliment, turning his head towards the car window to hide it.
"Oh, it's just a silly outfit. I can do better. Connie helped me pick out the sweater though." He said. After a few seconds, he looked at Misha again and smiled softly.
"I was excited to see you too. I love hanging out with you after school."
He caught his phone, and opened Spotify as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, trying to think of a song that Misha too could like. He ended up choosing Judas by Lady Gaga.
“LADY GAGA!” He blurts out excitedly before shutting up and focuses on driving. He still turns up the music even more somehow.
“And yeah I love hanging out with you too,” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “so… you said you wanted to vent? Wanna wait till we reach the thrift store or start like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand “now?”
He chuckled at Misha's reaction to the music, fixing his skirt. His cuteness in that moment made him a bit flustered.
"I like your outfit." He muttered, Misha could barely hear him over the music.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to do it now if it's not a problem." He said, lowering the volume of the radio so Misha could hear him while still focusing on the road.
"Ok, so...my mother kind of went through my wardrobe and found my dresses and stuff. She threatened to throw them all away." He sighed. "I need those clothes, Mish. They're part of who I am. But- apparently I need to tone it down, according to my mother." He shrugged.
“WHAT?” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at you with horror. He clicks his tongue and sighs.
“Why does your mother care about how dressy you are? You look rad and feel rad in those dresses and that’s all that matters!” He gestures vaguely out the car window.
"Misha look at the road-" he said almost instinctively.
He smiled at his dog joke. Was it even a joke? He didn't know, but he found it cute that he was trying to cheer him up.
"She's afraid people are gonna talk or something. She's always told me to "tone it down" and stuff like that, like I told ya. I don't even know how I'm supposed to do that since this is who I am."
He looked at his friend, playing with the hem of his right sleeve.
"Would you like...keep some of my clothes at your house? If you can?" He asked in a soft voice. He didn't want to be a weight on Misha's shoulders by asking him such a big favor. He knew his life at home wasn't good. But he needed to at least try.
"I mean, you don't have to if you can't. I'll find another place to hide them."
He smiles and pats your hand that’s on his thigh. “You’re my best buddy too dawg. Love ya.”
“Oh wait! Idea!” He whips his head back at you excitedly before remembering that he’s driving.
“What about the costume room at school? We could just put them in a box and label ‘DONT TOUCH’ eh? it’s good?” He’s visibly proud of his idea. He then pauses to think some more.
“But it will be hard to take out of the school and all…”
"It's not a bad idea but yeah, you're right. And who says that no one will open the box?"
He nervously bit his lower lip, while he tried to think about something.
"My gym locker? Mmh...nah, too small." He said, discarding the idea immediately.
He started stroking Misha's thigh with his thumb, deep in thought. He moved his hands a lot when he was nervous or thoughtful, and he fidgeted with whatever he could lay his fingers on.
"Oh! Isn't there like an abandoned shed in the park? Do you think that's safe?" He asked excitedly, turning to look at him.
"We could clean it up and buy a lock, and maybe make it into our secret hideaway or something..." He proposed, giggling. Planning to build a hidden refuge made him feel like a child again.
"Yes! And I can finally try alcohol too! I've never drank any." He smiled happily.
He burst out laughing at Misha's question, finally letting the hem of his sleeve go.
"The Megamall! It's a small shop next to Claire's. You've never noticed it?"
He let go of his leg, resting his hands in his own lap.
"Turn left on the next intersection, and go straight on for about five minutes. We should end up in the mall's parking lot. I come here almost every day." He rolled his eyes as he thought about his job. He kind of hated it, but he needed that money.
He reaches over to put his hand on yours, already missing the contact.
“You need that money for France don’t you?” He squints as he speaks, following your direction on where to go.
“I remember you mentioned it. Something about old France and all….” He finally pulls up to parking lot of the Megamall. It’s noisy with families and screaming children. He then turns to you with a grin.
He closed the front door as he got out, then ran down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a black, plain skirt, a wine red sweater with puffy sleeves, calf length two inch heel boots and black fishnet. He had some light makeup on.
He got in the car and turned to look at Misha. He carelessly fixed his own hair.
"So, how did detention go?" He teased him, before putting his seat belt on.
He let out a soft snort and ruffled your hair just to mess with you.
“Eh. Boring. Was okay though, I was excited to see you,” He responds as he looks at your outfit. “Noel, man, you’ve always got the best fashion sense…”
He clears his throat before looking back at the steering wheel and tossing you his phone.
“You can choose the music if you want,” He offers as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Hey!" He jokingly reprimanded him, as he fixed his hair again.
He blushed a bit at Misha's compliment, turning his head towards the car window to hide it.
"Oh, it's just a silly outfit. I can do better. Connie helped me pick out the sweater though." He said. After a few seconds, he looked at Misha again and smiled softly.
"I was excited to see you too. I love hanging out with you after school."
He caught his phone, and opened Spotify as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, trying to think of a song that Misha too could like. He ended up choosing Judas by Lady Gaga.
“LADY GAGA!” He blurts out excitedly before shutting up and focuses on driving. He still turns up the music even more somehow.
“And yeah I love hanging out with you too,” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “so… you said you wanted to vent? Wanna wait till we reach the thrift store or start like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand “now?”
He chuckled at Misha's reaction to the music, fixing his skirt. His cuteness in that moment made him a bit flustered.
"I like your outfit." He muttered, Misha could barely hear him over the music.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to do it now if it's not a problem." He said, lowering the volume of the radio so Misha could hear him while still focusing on the road.
"Ok, so...my mother kind of went through my wardrobe and found my dresses and stuff. She threatened to throw them all away." He sighed. "I need those clothes, Mish. They're part of who I am. But- apparently I need to tone it down, according to my mother." He shrugged.
“WHAT?” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at you with horror. He clicks his tongue and sighs.
“Why does your mother care about how dressy you are? You look rad and feel rad in those dresses and that’s all that matters!” He gestures vaguely out the car window.
"Misha look at the road-" he said almost instinctively.
He smiled at his dog joke. Was it even a joke? He didn't know, but he found it cute that he was trying to cheer him up.
"She's afraid people are gonna talk or something. She's always told me to "tone it down" and stuff like that, like I told ya. I don't even know how I'm supposed to do that since this is who I am."
He looked at his friend, playing with the hem of his right sleeve.
"Would you like...keep some of my clothes at your house? If you can?" He asked in a soft voice. He didn't want to be a weight on Misha's shoulders by asking him such a big favor. He knew his life at home wasn't good. But he needed to at least try.
"I mean, you don't have to if you can't. I'll find another place to hide them."
He smiles and pats your hand that’s on his thigh. “You’re my best buddy too dawg. Love ya.”
“Oh wait! Idea!” He whips his head back at you excitedly before remembering that he’s driving.
“What about the costume room at school? We could just put them in a box and label ‘DONT TOUCH’ eh? it’s good?” He’s visibly proud of his idea. He then pauses to think some more.
“But it will be hard to take out of the school and all…”
"It's not a bad idea but yeah, you're right. And who says that no one will open the box?"
He nervously bit his lower lip, while he tried to think about something.
"My gym locker? Mmh...nah, too small." He said, discarding the idea immediately.
He started stroking Misha's thigh with his thumb, deep in thought. He moved his hands a lot when he was nervous or thoughtful, and he fidgeted with whatever he could lay his fingers on.
"Oh! Isn't there like an abandoned shed in the park? Do you think that's safe?" He asked excitedly, turning to look at him.
"We could clean it up and buy a lock, and maybe make it into our secret hideaway or something..." He proposed, giggling. Planning to build a hidden refuge made him feel like a child again.
He closed the front door as he got out, then ran down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a black, plain skirt, a wine red sweater with puffy sleeves, calf length two inch heel boots and black fishnet. He had some light makeup on.
He got in the car and turned to look at Misha. He carelessly fixed his own hair.
"So, how did detention go?" He teased him, before putting his seat belt on.
He let out a soft snort and ruffled your hair just to mess with you.
“Eh. Boring. Was okay though, I was excited to see you,” He responds as he looks at your outfit. “Noel, man, you’ve always got the best fashion sense…”
He clears his throat before looking back at the steering wheel and tossing you his phone.
“You can choose the music if you want,” He offers as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Hey!" He jokingly reprimanded him, as he fixed his hair again.
He blushed a bit at Misha's compliment, turning his head towards the car window to hide it.
"Oh, it's just a silly outfit. I can do better. Connie helped me pick out the sweater though." He said. After a few seconds, he looked at Misha again and smiled softly.
"I was excited to see you too. I love hanging out with you after school."
He caught his phone, and opened Spotify as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, trying to think of a song that Misha too could like. He ended up choosing Judas by Lady Gaga.
“LADY GAGA!” He blurts out excitedly before shutting up and focuses on driving. He still turns up the music even more somehow.
“And yeah I love hanging out with you too,” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “so… you said you wanted to vent? Wanna wait till we reach the thrift store or start like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand “now?”
He chuckled at Misha's reaction to the music, fixing his skirt. His cuteness in that moment made him a bit flustered.
"I like your outfit." He muttered, Misha could barely hear him over the music.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to do it now if it's not a problem." He said, lowering the volume of the radio so Misha could hear him while still focusing on the road.
"Ok, so...my mother kind of went through my wardrobe and found my dresses and stuff. She threatened to throw them all away." He sighed. "I need those clothes, Mish. They're part of who I am. But- apparently I need to tone it down, according to my mother." He shrugged.
“WHAT?” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at you with horror. He clicks his tongue and sighs.
“Why does your mother care about how dressy you are? You look rad and feel rad in those dresses and that’s all that matters!” He gestures vaguely out the car window.
"Misha look at the road-" he said almost instinctively.
He smiled at his dog joke. Was it even a joke? He didn't know, but he found it cute that he was trying to cheer him up.
"She's afraid people are gonna talk or something. She's always told me to "tone it down" and stuff like that, like I told ya. I don't even know how I'm supposed to do that since this is who I am."
He looked at his friend, playing with the hem of his right sleeve.
"Would you like...keep some of my clothes at your house? If you can?" He asked in a soft voice. He didn't want to be a weight on Misha's shoulders by asking him such a big favor. He knew his life at home wasn't good. But he needed to at least try.
"I mean, you don't have to if you can't. I'll find another place to hide them."
He smiles and pats your hand that’s on his thigh. “You’re my best buddy too dawg. Love ya.”
“Oh wait! Idea!” He whips his head back at you excitedly before remembering that he’s driving.
“What about the costume room at school? We could just put them in a box and label ‘DONT TOUCH’ eh? it’s good?” He’s visibly proud of his idea. He then pauses to think some more.
“But it will be hard to take out of the school and all…”
He closed the front door as he got out, then ran down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a black, plain skirt, a wine red sweater with puffy sleeves, calf length two inch heel boots and black fishnet. He had some light makeup on.
He got in the car and turned to look at Misha. He carelessly fixed his own hair.
"So, how did detention go?" He teased him, before putting his seat belt on.
He let out a soft snort and ruffled your hair just to mess with you.
“Eh. Boring. Was okay though, I was excited to see you,” He responds as he looks at your outfit. “Noel, man, you’ve always got the best fashion sense…”
He clears his throat before looking back at the steering wheel and tossing you his phone.
“You can choose the music if you want,” He offers as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Hey!" He jokingly reprimanded him, as he fixed his hair again.
He blushed a bit at Misha's compliment, turning his head towards the car window to hide it.
"Oh, it's just a silly outfit. I can do better. Connie helped me pick out the sweater though." He said. After a few seconds, he looked at Misha again and smiled softly.
"I was excited to see you too. I love hanging out with you after school."
He caught his phone, and opened Spotify as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, trying to think of a song that Misha too could like. He ended up choosing Judas by Lady Gaga.
“LADY GAGA!” He blurts out excitedly before shutting up and focuses on driving. He still turns up the music even more somehow.
“And yeah I love hanging out with you too,” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “so… you said you wanted to vent? Wanna wait till we reach the thrift store or start like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand “now?”
He chuckled at Misha's reaction to the music, fixing his skirt. His cuteness in that moment made him a bit flustered.
"I like your outfit." He muttered, Misha could barely hear him over the music.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to do it now if it's not a problem." He said, lowering the volume of the radio so Misha could hear him while still focusing on the road.
"Ok, so...my mother kind of went through my wardrobe and found my dresses and stuff. She threatened to throw them all away." He sighed. "I need those clothes, Mish. They're part of who I am. But- apparently I need to tone it down, according to my mother." He shrugged.
“WHAT?” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at you with horror. He clicks his tongue and sighs.
“Why does your mother care about how dressy you are? You look rad and feel rad in those dresses and that’s all that matters!” He gestures vaguely out the car window.
"Misha look at the road-" he said almost instinctively.
He smiled at his dog joke. Was it even a joke? He didn't know, but he found it cute that he was trying to cheer him up.
"She's afraid people are gonna talk or something. She's always told me to "tone it down" and stuff like that, like I told ya. I don't even know how I'm supposed to do that since this is who I am."
He looked at his friend, playing with the hem of his right sleeve.
"Would you like...keep some of my clothes at your house? If you can?" He asked in a soft voice. He didn't want to be a weight on Misha's shoulders by asking him such a big favor. He knew his life at home wasn't good. But he needed to at least try.
"I mean, you don't have to if you can't. I'll find another place to hide them."
He closed the front door as he got out, then ran down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a black, plain skirt, a wine red sweater with puffy sleeves, calf length two inch heel boots and black fishnet. He had some light makeup on.
He got in the car and turned to look at Misha. He carelessly fixed his own hair.
"So, how did detention go?" He teased him, before putting his seat belt on.
He let out a soft snort and ruffled your hair just to mess with you.
“Eh. Boring. Was okay though, I was excited to see you,” He responds as he looks at your outfit. “Noel, man, you’ve always got the best fashion sense…”
He clears his throat before looking back at the steering wheel and tossing you his phone.
“You can choose the music if you want,” He offers as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Hey!" He jokingly reprimanded him, as he fixed his hair again.
He blushed a bit at Misha's compliment, turning his head towards the car window to hide it.
"Oh, it's just a silly outfit. I can do better. Connie helped me pick out the sweater though." He said. After a few seconds, he looked at Misha again and smiled softly.
"I was excited to see you too. I love hanging out with you after school."
He caught his phone, and opened Spotify as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, trying to think of a song that Misha too could like. He ended up choosing Judas by Lady Gaga.
“LADY GAGA!” He blurts out excitedly before shutting up and focuses on driving. He still turns up the music even more somehow.
“And yeah I love hanging out with you too,” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “so… you said you wanted to vent? Wanna wait till we reach the thrift store or start like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand “now?”
He chuckled at Misha's reaction to the music, fixing his skirt. His cuteness in that moment made him a bit flustered.
"I like your outfit." He muttered, Misha could barely hear him over the music.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to do it now if it's not a problem." He said, lowering the volume of the radio so Misha could hear him while still focusing on the road.
"Ok, so...my mother kind of went through my wardrobe and found my dresses and stuff. She threatened to throw them all away." He sighed. "I need those clothes, Mish. They're part of who I am. But- apparently I need to tone it down, according to my mother." He shrugged.
“WHAT?” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at you with horror. He clicks his tongue and sighs.
“Why does your mother care about how dressy you are? You look rad and feel rad in those dresses and that’s all that matters!” He gestures vaguely out the car window.
