his name is milos

in case you haven’t noticed, i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t “fit in,“ and i don’t WANT to fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? that’s weird.

Guess who watched all of Milo Murphy’s law in a weekend? Anyway wanted to get the designs of these guys down so of course here’s a sketchdump (also if you guys haven’t watched mml I would highly suggest it it’s a great show)

controversial opinion apparently but you can peacefully move on from a label when you realize it doesn’t fit. you dont have to make it about “uhh actually it was because internalized homophobia” or whatever. milo yiannopolous or whatever the fuck his name is is a case of internalized homophobia. mislabelling yourself as ace is not.

I enter the classroom and we have a sub. This guy named milo starts (I think pretending) to punch his male private parts saying something about it being the only surefire way to not have kids.
10 minutes later he starts making dog noises. Also we checked a box next to our names (because of the sub) and his check went up once space into guess where!? My box. Also at the end of class he starts claiming he has clemydia. Then he claimed to have Ebola.
I tried to submit this earlier and got caught


- There was a sudden pain in your lower abdomen then a splash.

- You looked down to a swamp of water and blood.

- “Erik… Erik… Erik!”

- “What, what is… Jesus Christ.”

- “My water just broke.”

- “I’ll get the car.”

- Erik sped across town.

- “Please don’t get pulled over,” you moaned.

- “We’re gonna make it, baby.”

- “My wife is giving birth!”

- Nurses rushed into the lobby and put you on the stretcher.

- “She’s already crowning,” one of them said.

- “Take her to E23,” another said.

- The soft bed was a god-send.

- But that didn’t stop the intense agony.

- Your doctor calmly paced into the room.

- He asked your husband to stand back.

- “I’m sorry, but this is a hectic one.”

- Erik sat in the corner.

- He hated the way you screamed in pain.

- “I see the head,” your doctor yelled.

- You heard a gagging sound.

- Erik might have thrown up.

- You weren’t sure.

- You were kind of busy pushing a tiny human out of your body.

- In a final attempt you gave it all you got followed by cease of tension.

- A small cry emerged in the midst of the anarchy.

- The doctor stepped back, infant in hand.

- He gingerly handed it to the nurse beside him.

- She then carefully placed them into your arms.

- “Say hello to your son,” the nurse said.

- Erik scuttled to your side.

-You smiled foolishly to your husband.

- “Do you want to hold him?”

- “Is that even a question?”

- Erik began to cry the second he touched his first born.

- “What should we name him,” he asked.

- “What about Milo?”

- “Yeah, baby Milo,“ he agreed, “a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.

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101 Dadkotas (Part 1)

(Not counting cannibal dakota.)

Milo was having a normal day. Of course, a normal day with Murphy’s law meant getting shipwrecked on an island and having half his backpack raided by octopi. Octopuses? Octopode? He’d look it up, but there wasn’t cell service. At least there were people here, the footprints in the mud were enough to show that. While not exactly recent, they weren’t that old either. Well, whoever they belonged to must’ve known what they were doing. He stands up, hikes his backpack over his shoulders, and starts into the jungle of safety hazards.

Almost an hour later, he arrived at a sturdily built wooden wall. The path of angry fireants, fallen trees, and storm clouds thoroughly blocked his path back to the ocean, leaving him with only one place left to go. Inside. He knocked on the door, the wood immediately collapsing under a gentle hit.


Looking up from the fallen mass of tangled and splintered wood, he saw about a dozen people watching him, huge masks hiding their faces. He nervously waved.

“Uh… Hi, I’m-“


They all said his name at about the same time, swarming forward and hugging him. Milo was confused. Was this good? Bad? They all let go, guiding him inside. Thunder cracked in the air, setting fire to trees and causing yet another chain reaction that would make it impossible to get back.

“Uh… Do I know you?”

They set him down on what looked to be a fire pit, a knot of anxiety making him wonder if he should have just tried to swim back home. That is, until they took off their masks. Milo would be dazed just to see two Dakotas, but one hundred? It was just amazing.


One of the Dakotas walked forward, remembering Murphy’s law, pulling the kid out of the fire pit just as another lightning strike lit it.

“It’s a long story, kid. Time stuff. Long story short, you can’t let Cavendish know about this.”

Milo took off his backpack, pulling a fire extinguisher out and spraying the rapidly spreading fire, getting it to die down a manageable amount.

“Why not? I thought you- or… you all? You. I thought you liked Cavendish.”

The Dakota rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, that’s why he can’t know. We’re all here cause Cavendish makes mistakes, it’d hurt him to know how often. Besides, it’s like, super illegal.”

“Oh. Not even just regular illegal. That’s serious.”

The Dakotas grinned and a few laughed.

“Yeah. C’mon kid, I can give you the tour. You’re kind of a celebrity around here, actually.”

A bark from the crowd kept them from progressing as a very damp Diogee wandered up, a small octopus on his head. He shook it off. Milo sighed and pet his dog.

“Diogee, go home. You’re not supposed to be on an island of time-traveling clones.”

He whined but turned around, crawling in the window of a shop and hitching a ride on a delivery drone. The island watched the dog sadly fly into the sunset.

“…Wait, is this where my shoes are made?”

“Yeah, you’d be surprised how much it pays.”

Milo shrugged, pulling his backpack back onto his shoulders.

“I mean, considering how many shoes I go through in a week, I don’t think I would. In fact, I lost a pair on my way here. Quicksand and rattlesnakes.”

Dakota accepted it for a second before stopping and looking at the kid.

“Don’t rattlesnakes live in deserts?”