soo my last rtc video really racked up 15k views, wow?? some people in comments were asking for another rtc edit, so, here it is! enjoy slowed + reverb version of "talia" from ride the cyclone. my twitter: @evilgypsywoman
I saw a pov and I liked it, so I’m gonna do my own POV: you’re Talia. You’re taking a look at the new song your fiancé, Mischa, released in his RU-vid channel just before he went to a field trip in a carnival with his choir friends. You think it’s weird he hasn’t replied your texts since then, but think nothing of it. You take a look at the song’s comments, ready to start a fight with anyone who dares to mock Mischa in his comments. Then you see a comment that catches your attention. Someone commented “RIP💔”. You think it’s just another mockery, but as time passes you start actually concerning about Mischa. You call him one, two, three, four times, but he never picks up. You look at all the unread texts. Finally, you try something you are sure it’s not gonna work: you Google his name, Mischa Bachinski. What you see next makes you cry and scream, thinking about how could destiny be so cruel with you. You throw your phone at the sofa, and it lands showing the screen. “ROLLERCOASTER ACCIDENT IN CANADA KILLS SIX KIDS”
How, just how could fate be so cruel?! And to think you were mad at him for 'ghosting' you. He's gone. Forever. You'll never meet like you dreamed. His hoped, dreams, ideas... gone. Your hope for a future together, gone. What's the point of life anyway? Nothing. Ending it all would be better. As you head to the kitchen to grab a knife, medicine, whatever. You hear something, someone. Calling out your name. "My divine Talia.." He continues a speech. How they would marry one another with all Ukraine as witness, how he'd take her hand by the Cheremosh River.... all the hopes and dreams you and Mischa had should you meet. You hear more voices singing, calling out your name, Mischa's voice being most prominent. His Talia. You will always be his Talia. As the world fades to black, your blood starts to spread across the floor, the knife through your chest. Mischa's voice is getting clearer! Maybe you could be together forever, after all.
If purgatory is just down the hall from the afterlife, I just imagine being Mischa’s bio mom hearing this and knowing he never got to live a better, fuller life once he left Ukraine
POV: You're just chilling in the afterlife, then you hear the most GUT WRENCHING EYE WATERING BONE BREAKING MOST EMOTIONAL IN THE WORLD LONGING LOVE SONG EVER
POV: you're Talia. It's night. Your entire room is dark besides your phone screen. You're sending texts to your fiance, Mischa, who lives in Canada. He hasn't replied in hours. You send one last text before you get ready to go to bed, wondering if your friends were right about him not being real, but something catches your eye from behind your phone screen. It's Mischa. He's standing there looking at you longingly, as if he is trying to say something. You quickly turn the light on and see no one there. Passing it off at your imagination, you lay in your bed and drift off to sleep. While you're half awake, you hear music, and someone calling out your name. You open your eyes to see people dancing, and there, in the center, is your Mischa.
I picture this as talia being in an abandoned ballroom or hallway, mischa being in the afterlife a veil away and singing this ballad- talia cant see him but she can hear him... new headcannon
What if Talia dreamt of the 'Talia' song scene as a way for Mischa to communicate with her fir the final time before his soul/spirit gets sent elsewhere?
pov: you're outside of the theater where rtc is showing, idk why you're not watching the most fantastic musical out there maybe you have bad taste 🙄🙄 anyways your name is talia and have a Ukrainian internet boyfriend named mischa. you opened the door because the person singing sounds like him and found out that no one was there.
rahh heres a story because this destroyed me emotionally (this is from talia's pov): I woke up to what sounded like music. 'Weird.' I brushed it off to be my parents listening to something. The clock read '3:08 am.' So- not my parents. The music quickly faded after I had woken up, it was just my imagination. I sighed, checking my phone to see if my fiancé, Mischa, had finally responded to my texts after about a week of not responding. 'I hope he isn't mad at me, or something like that.' I thought. I was kind of worried about him, it was unusual for him to stop responding to my texts without warning. I checked his RU-vid channel. No new posts either. This was really strange. Finally, curiosity got the best of me. I searched up 'Mischa Bachinski.' I was shocked to see a few different articles, all titled something similar to 'SIX SAINTS KILLED IN ROLLERCOASTER DISASTER.' I clicked the first article. 'A chamber choir has recently been killed in a rollercoaster disaster in Saskatchewan, Canada.' Was the first sentence. Growing increasingly worried, I scrolled down a little more before seeing a list. 'The names of the deceased are as following: Noel Gruber, Constance Blackwood, Ocean O'Conell Rosenburg, Mischa Bachinski, Richard 'Ricky' Potts, and and another member who's identity is unknown.' Oh. Oh my god. He was dead. I curled up into a ball, sobbing. I heard the music again. I sat up. I heard my name being called, and Mischa's voice. Was I hallucinating? I followed the noise, still hearing my name, and Mischa saying 'Я тебе кохаю..' I finally found where the noise was coming from. I stepped outside. I heard everything, but I couldn't see anything. "Міша?!" I yelled into the darkness. No response. The song continued, then ended with Mischa's voice: "Talia, oh my love..." I started sobbing again. He was really gone. I was able to hear him one last time. I sighed, trying to stop crying. I went back inside, into my room. I quietly shut the door. I grabbed my phone again, watching Mischa's videos and reading through our old texts. I spent the rest of the night doing so. A few years have passed since Mischa's death. I'm still not over it. I wish we had met in person. Every year, usually sometime in September, I hear that song. It makes me so sad every time, but also so happy. I miss him so, so much. The amount of grief I feel keeps getting worse, too. I don't know what to do anymore. Я так сильно його любила, і зробила б усе, щоб він повернувся. Добре відпочивай, Міша. Я завжди буду любити тебе.
Pov, your bf misha has disappeared. You do not know where he is. He hasn't responded to texts you yet to be undetermined. google his name and find out he died in a roller coaster accident that same day. You cry yourself to sleep and see your boyfriend, misha about how much he loves you and wished to have married you
This actually reminds me of a dream I had years ago before Halloween, and I think it fits, considering everyone else is writing little things here. In my dream, I had found an old, rusty rollercoaster, and decided to ride it, just for the hell of it. Like. The thing was *coated* in rust, and all, if any in the first place, text and designs had faded. I don't remember much from it but I remember getting to the top of it and seeing the moon was some cryptic symbol, as if something was trying to tell me something from the other side.
I saw some POVs and now i just made one up in my mind hehe (TW! I wont say for what, just to not spoil the POV, but be warned) POV: You're Talia. You're laying in your bed, half-asleep, at midnight, wondering why Mischa wasnt responding to your messages. You even commented on all of his RU-vid videos, even messgaed him on every social app. Nothing. While trying to fall asleep fully, you get woken up by a notification on your phone. It says: "SIX TEENAGERS DEAD AFTER FACING A ROLLERCOASTER ACCIDENT". You think to yourself: "Those poor kids!". You start reading the article and come across this phrase: "The names of the six dead teenagers are: Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg, Constance Blackwood, Richard Potts, Noel Gruber, Jane Doe and *Mischa Bachinski* ." Once you saw Mischa's name in that phrase, you immediately started screaming in your pillow and crying. You can't believe that the love of your life was now gone, all because of a stupid rollercoaster. You hear Mischa screaming in your ear, as he falls from the rollercoaster. After he finished screaming, you hear this "Rave" music. After a couple of minutes, the "Rave" music stopped. *It stopped right when the rope around your neck fully suffocated you, uniting you and Mischa forever, in the afterlife.*
ADDING A POV (warning, su!c!d3 topics, also my keyboard is ASSSSSS (multiple keys broken, also i just cant type) THIS IS REALLY LONG) You're Taila, It's been a week? maybe longer since Mischa's texted, you don't know anymore. all you know is that your worried sick. texting at least 20 times a day, calling, anything to just-- know he's ok. he is your fiancé, after all. After a while longer, you look his name up, something driving you to. weather its paranoia, or something else? you don't know. But you're met with headlines upon headlines, all detailing a roller-coaster crash. you can't bear to look at the list of names of the '*six saints*' who died, out of fear he was there, and yet, you do. you're met with a few names he's mentioned before, part of his choir, you think? it scares you even more. then you catch a glimpse of his name while skimming it over and freeze entirely. he can't be gone, he can't... he can't he *CAN'T*. he promised you would get married... It's been-- God knows how long now since you found out he passed, all you've been able to do is read over his texts over and over, reading over the happier times. your friends all said you should just get over hm, you had never met, after all. yet... you couldn't. you kept hearing him calling for you, almost like a song. it was taunting you, just on the edge of letting you see him again, after so many nights of hearing it, over and over in your dreams, it got to be too much, and so, here you stood, in the bathroom, a bottle of p!lls in one hand, and your phone in the other. Mischa's messages were pulled up, and a final message just went through. *" I hope to see you in whatever world may lie beyond this, Мій милий Міша."* before the phone was set aside, and the pills were downed. After a few moments, you awoke, in a field of flowers, hearing that even so familiar song that you've been hearing since you read the news of Micha's passing, yet... it felt so, so much closer now, like he was right there, mere feet in front of you, so you followed the serenade, as it guided you ever closer to your darling Mischa. and then... and then you saw him, he was running right to you, and you couldn't help but smile as you were wrapped into his embrace, laughing and pulling him as close as you could, caressing his cheek. *"Міша"* you whisper, relishing in the feeling of his embrace at last, it felt so perfect, just as you imagined it. And he smiled and whispered *"Мій милий, мій хвіст"* and it warmed your heart to a degree you didn't think was possible, as you both started to cry, pulling the other into a kiss that felt as though it lasted forever, filled with the adoration and passion for each other they both held. and you can't help but think this was better than any marriage could be. (Editor's note: *I AM PHYSICALLY WEEPING*)
I’ve seen a lot of povs,so I’m doing one. Your Talia,wondering what mischa is up to. He said he’s going on a field trip,maybe he’s waiting in line,maybe he’s on a ride right now. *two days later* It’s been two days since any news,you check his RU-vid,nothing,no messages to you either. You decide your gonna call him. No awnser,ok,maybe he’s busy. You try again a few minutes later,nothing,again and again there’s no awnser. Until someone does, ‘Hello? Im sorry to inform you,mischa is dead. Im currently sorting through his things.’ You hang up. He isnt dead,he can’t be! You think it’s some sick joke. Someone stole his phone,it has to be. Fed up,you turn on the tv,and the news flashes on. ‘Six kids killed in rollercoaster accident.’ You stare,names go by. ‘Ocean,Constance,Ricky,mischa,jane doe.’ He is dead. You fall to your knees-he is gone. Never again will you see him. And as the tv cuts to silence,you hear a faint ‘talia.’ (Sorry about not including the sixth person,I forgot the name.)
Yall- I don’t think Talia is real… I think she sent pictures that weren’t real and that’s why Noel stopped Mischa from asking Karnak about her.. but that’s just my theory :)
(Talia talking, sorry for length) I lost Mischa five years ago. At first I was holding my breath, hoping I’d never have to face the drowning grief I inhaled in the split second I saw the news. Maybe it was another 16 year old Ukrainian that died that day in Uranium City, maybe he’d call me and tell me “Я люблю тебе, дитинко, і я повертаюся додому” But when I saw his face in black and white, I breathed out and I realised my любов was never going to come home, as I’d dreamed he would so many nights. Alone and swallowing lungfuls of loneliness, I talked to my closest friend, and she just remarked that the black and white was “symbolic of the stark dichotomy between love and war, life and death.” I did not find that helpful, as you would imagine. So I went for a walk, a long one, one that I hoped would last forever. I walked along, past the shop that sold the rap music he liked. I thought, if I walked for long enough the cold would reach my heart and I would be with him again. I just wanted to see him. I didn’t care if it was this world or the next. I noticed a field. Frosted over. The crunch of frost choked grass was perfect for disguising my sobs. I marched across that field, and I saw flashes of light. A rollercoaster. A summer sky and sunflowers, yellow and blue as the flag he loved. His face. I heard giggles of teenagers, the soft clicking of a ride mechanism. And a song. “Talia, Talia” “I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh River and let all Ukraine be witness.” “Let me take all the pain from your soul and in the passion factory of my heart transform it into functional joy” I go back to that field every year, just to hear my Mischa sing. I hope his song never ends.
So like every time I hear this, This like story comes up and I cannot shake it, So I can image throughout the song I can see Talia being a hologram but for Taila he is a Ghost so for the rest of the song the can see and dance with each other but at the end they give each other this big, tight hug and then Misha and Talia Both disintegrate for each other so the end up hugging themselves But Misha can still see Talia in the screen But she turns away and goes back to living her life where Misha can’t and I’m physically weeping right now
Pov; You’re talia and it’s been about a week since you’ve been left on delivered by your dear fiancé. Your friends torment you day after day saying “He isn’t real!” Or, “Get a real boyfriend!” Instead of listening, you follow your heart and decide you are finally going to do some research to see if he is real or not. You reverse image search all of his pictures, nothing. You Google his name elsewhere, nothing except for his school website, until you scroll down a bit more. “Six Saints Dead In Rollercoaster Accident”. From just about a week ago. You gasp, covering your mouth and dropping your phone. You don’t want to read more, incase that is the truth. You slowly lift your phone back up to reveal that horrible white screen you never felt like seeing. Mischa Bachinski. *Dead.* As you begin to sob and turn your phone on silent, you start to believe you are crazy as you can swear you hear a gorgeous song playing, with your name, you look up from your stained pillow to your dark room as you see a faint image of what seems to be *your Mischa.* You get up to see him and quickly turn the lights on, you see him fade away as you hear, *”Talia, oh.. my love…”*
Doing my own Pov thingy POV: You're Talia, and all night your Mischa has been ignoring your texts. this agrivates you, so you start learning English to go out and find him. after a while, you have enough money. you remember him telling you about a Uranium, so you start their. You try and ask around but nobody listens to you. you finally get someone to listen to you. "Oh, you're bot from here, are you?" the stranger asks, "He was on of the kids on The Cyclone when it de-railed." Hearing the news of your Mischa, gone before you could meet him, breaks you. You find a place to stay and sleep there. In your dream, you're back in a field, all the way in Ukraine. you look around, to see people dancing. the more you soak it in, you notice one boy in particular. Your Mischa. as you listen to everything you realize that he's singing a song for you. You hope this dream never ends.
POV (As Talia.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's been at least a week with no reply from your fiancé, as you grow concerned you finally turn the news on. The reports shock you, as you slowly grow into agony realizing your Fiancé has been killed on a freak accident. Tears well in your eyes as you lay in bed, sobbing. You finally sob yourself to sleep, having such a strange dream. ---------------------------------------------- You hear someone calling your name, no 6 people singing your name. You watch as they slowly dance around, you try to make contact to no avail. When the singing ends, you awaken and begin sobbing once more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time passes, but your grief does not. You haven't been able to get over his death. You have the same dream every night, the choir singing your name, dancing around while you see your picture play on their clothing. Is this something you'll have to live with forever?.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (IF YALL WANT MORE. I SHALL DELIEVER.)
Ok I didn’t even know there was a pov already but here’s mine. POV: Talia once ended up dying of old age or getting in a car crash probably. Once she wakes up in the after life it’s just all flowers and so many pretty and beautiful things she likes. But over all of that she could here this song, playing in the background. It was music to her ears, she loved it so much. As the song ends it starts over and over. (Tbh I’ve listened to this so many times omg)
POV: It has been years and you’ve moved on since the man whom you fell in love with on various social medias had last been online. You have your own children alongside a husband, who although you love, you feel as if he will never be enough. One night you fall asleep only to awake in a sea of sunflowers, you hear your name being called in the distance. The voice is so hauntingly familiar. And then you see him. The very person you declared you’d marry one day. The very person who you had not heard from in years. His hand is outstretched, he is waiting for you. But you know you cannot go with him, no matter how much you want to.
..... You were laying in a bed of sunflowers, the sunflowers flowing with the wind as it blew. So this was the afterlife, relaxing but eerie, knowing your dead.. The sky was dark and alone. The only thing there to watch over you was the moon and the stars which gave you a feeling of comfort. So you stayed there, looking at the stars. And suddenly you heard music from afar, close but far. The lyrics going by the words of Talia followed by a famillar deep voice. The voice was enough to make you get up from the sunflowers and the wind blew in your direction now as you looked from afar and saw a stage, lights flashing up the sky. You got up and walked behind the stage. The back was covered by curtains and their were props laid out all around and you heard the same voice again. Curious, you peeked behind the curtain and you saw, Mischa. "Talia." - Peter 2023
THE DAMN POVS IN THIS COMMENT SECTION IS SLOWLY KILLING ME. I LOVE ANGST, BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH! (10 likes and I make my own for the hell of it and because I want ya’ll to suffer as much as I have.)
Since everyone is doing POVs, Imma make one as well. POV: You're Talia; It's September 15 and you're wondering why Mischa hasn't been responding to your texts, why he hasn't even uploaded a new music video on his RU-vid channel, Bad Egg. The last text he sent was him telling you that he was going to a carnival with his school choir. You stare at that last text he sent you the previous day. Something feels wrong. And you don't know what it is. A dozen messages were sent to his number, asking where he is, if he was okay, why he hasn't been replying. All of which go unread. Your heart sinks deeper. You try to calm your nerves by listening to his latest upload and then you notice the comments section "RIP Bad Egg💔" "Fly High, Bad Egg🕊️" "Gone but not Forgotten 💙💛" "No... No that can't be right" You thought. You refused to believe that. Those commenters must be joking... Right? You search his name on the internet and your eyes widen in shock and horror. "Our Six Saints. Lost in a Rollercoaster Crash." You didn't want to believe it. This cannot be real! But it is. One of the members killed in the crash was Mischa. Your beloved Mischa. Your plans of meeting each other, your dreams of a wedding and living together in Ukraine thrown out the window. You sob and sob unconditionally, mourning for Mischa. You sobbed so hard for so long, you quickly grow exhausted and you lay down to sleep. Your extreme sadness and grief caused your heart to give out resulting in you silently passing in your sleep. You find yourself floating in space, and you hear a voice, no, six voices, singing your name. "Talia~" You recognize one of the voices. You can't believe it! Your beloved Mischa singing his heart out for you without the use of auto tune and his five fellow choir members dance and sing with him. You and Mischa see each other and run to each other, tears in your eyes and finally embrace each other for the first time. You reunited with your fiancé, your Mischa, in the afterlife. I normally don't write POVs, but I hope this does my fellow RTC fans justice.
POV: your Talia, laying in bed, the darkness had already settled in and it’s around 3 AM. You heard a noise. (The one at the beginning of the song). Then you hear someone say, “Talia.” In a haunting voice. Then you hear “My Talia.” You shot up and saw him. Your fiancé, Mischa, standing there. He’s smiling at you and holding his hand out to you. You turn on your lamp and you can’t see him then you turn it off quickly. He’s still there. You get up and look into his eyes. Dancing. Holding back tears. Then the music slows. “Talia, oh, my love…” Then he’s gonna again…
this song gives me a happy boost idk if others have it but i feel like i tense up with just pure happiness it happens for a second when doing something that makes me really happy its the same as kicking your feet and giggling most likely it just is such a good version and as a rtc fan i love this
