#milo survival street

[doomedpuppetyuri]

playing miitopia again and here are some notable(?) things that have happened penny was ridiculously passive-aggressive towards gurgle for a solid 20 minutes of gameplay because gurgle used her as a human shield spellya is in love(?) with gurgle now apparently I set gurgle's war cry to FUCK and completely forgot until she yelled it at penny genderqueer regan appelgriebsch confirmed? spellya ate a random mushroom she found on the ground. it went about as well as you'd expect milo and penny went to the library. milo fell asleep immediately, which is understandable considering the fact that his mii looks like a depressed single father of 5 penny got a letter from the snatcher informing her that he works as a barista now milo got turned into a raincloud spellya and gurgle went on a date at the park and junebug got jealous??? i don't think i ever made her interact with either of them i dont know how she got there

[inkandpaintleopard]

I’ve only listened to Gangsta’s Paradise over and over today and it reminds me of Survival Street. Particularly Milo and Herbert

Nice

Wait did I ever post my original Survival Street drawings

[enfinizatics]

dear americans,

as a polish queer woman and human rights activist, i know exactly how you're feeling right now and what to expect from these elections. i lived through the 2015-2023 regime of pis, a right-wing populist party that divided families in the same way trump did. i’ve experienced the rise of fascism in poland, the influence of far-right parties like konfederacja, and their “santa’s little helpers”—ordo iuris, an ultra-conservative catholic organization (banned in many countries, mind you) that helped enforce a near-total abortion ban and runs anti-queer campaigns in public spaces. i supported the black protests in 2016 as a middle schooler when they first tried to ban abortion. as an adult, i actively participated in the 2020 women’s strike, running from police tear gas daily after they finally passed the ban. i supported friends who faced charges.

i’ve lived through intense homophobia in poland as a queer teen and adult. i survived the first pride march in my hometown, where far-right extremists threw stones and glass at us. i endured the anti-queer propaganda spread by the ruling party in state-owned media. i survived the “rainbow night,” poland’s own stonewall moment in summer 2020, when police arrested around 50 queer activists following the arrest of margo, a nonbinary activist. i survived the "lgbt-free zones," the targeted violence, the slurs from strangers on the street, and the protests i held against queerphobia. it was hard as fuck, but i survived.

but just because i survived, it doesn’t mean others did. many women died because of the abortion ban—marta, justyna, izabela, dorota, joanna, maria, and many others who didn’t survive pis’s draconian anti-abortion laws. milo, kacper, michał, zuzia (she was 12), wiktor, and other queer and trans kids and young adults took their own lives because of the relentless queerphobia.

despite all of this, our experience in poland can serve as a guide now. here are some tips for staying safe and how we, polish queers and women, organized under the regime:

safety first, always. if you know someone who’s had an abortion, no you don’t. if you know someone is trans, no you don’t. if you know people who help with safe abortions, no you don’t—at least not until you know it’s 100% safe to share. if you are queer or have had an abortion, only share this with people you trust fully. most importantly, not everyone has to be an activist just because they’re part of a minority. if it feels unsafe to share that you're queer, trans, etc., then don’t. it doesn’t make you any less queer.

use secure, encrypted messaging like signal for conversations on potentially risky topics, such as queerness, abortion, organizing counter-actions, protests—anything that might be used against you.

stay anonymous online. if you want to research or report something without surveillance, do not use regular internet. get a vpn (mullvad is affordable and reliable), download the tor browser (for both onion and standard links), and if you plan to whistleblow, consider using a riseup email account.

organize and build networks. community is everything now. support each other, foster independence, because your government won’t have your back. set up collectives, grassroots movements. create lists of trusted professionals—lawyers, doctors, etc.—who can offer support.

to lawyers and doctors: please consider pro-bono work. this is what got us through poland’s hardest times. your work will be needed now more than ever.

for protests or risky actions: always write a pro-bono lawyer’s number on your arm with a permanent marker.

get to know the anarchist black cross federation and other resources on safety culture: "Starting an anarchist black cross group: A guide"; Still We Rise - A resource pack for transgender and non-gender conforming people in prison; Safe OUTside the system by the Audre Lorde Project;

for safe abortion info or involvement: get familiar with womenhelpwomen.

stay radical, stay strong, stay informed: The Anarchist Library

if i forgot to (or didn't) include something, don't hesitate to reblog this post with other resources.

[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[sirensea14]

Can you draw Milo? (Which is KC in your story, remember?)

I wonder what he looks like! :)

NAME: Milo Starrling

AGE: 9 years old

GENDER: Male

APPEARANCE:

Red hair, green eyes, light skin.

Wearing an oversized yellow-orange striped shirt paired with orange shorts.

PERSONALITY:

Calm and cool. Always showing off something he deems cool, especially does it to the orphans during freetime. Does well in the History subject, but he can't handle Math. Playful and quite troublesome in recess and freetime. So rowdy he managed to catch some adults tweaking something under the statue of the Smiling Critters and get to talk to some of them. Sometimes refuses to sleep and tried his best to evade the Poppy Gas. His favorite toys are KickinChicken and Huggy Wuggy. He often plays with his best friend.

HISTORY:

A product of streetwalking, he didn't know who his father was. His mother meanwhile, beated and neglected him. He was left in the streets at the age of 6, forcing himself to survive the harsh conditions of heat, rain, hunger and homelessness. Two years after his homeless state, a Playtime Co. employee found him and took him to Playcare, the underground orphanage of Playtime Co.

Arriving at Playcare, he was quiet and untrusting. But after months of hopeful interaction, the other orphans and teacher have finally made him speak. Being at Playcare, he was troublesome for the workers, often messing around with them and despite the employees' protocol to NOT interact with any of them, the child will always create ways to play with the workers. Often acts cool and strong in front of the other orphans in the Playcare. Though he is exceptionally caring and close towards a certain child, seemingly having interest on her/him. From observation, they seem to be forming a bond.

In the Home Sweet Home, he shares a double deck bed with a friend.

Then after 2 years of bond, his friend got adopted. His demeanor dropped drastically, seemingly back to his emotional state of when he first arrived. But notably worse.

He is subject to be a candidate for Experiment # [REDACTED]. Further study and testing is required for such procedure.

Oops, i accidentally made a profile info of him lol.

[terrence-silver]

Could I request ❛ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❜? I feel like there's some potential terry silver manipulation sprinkled within those words. 🫣

---

Collecting people.

It was a hobby, in a sense.

More than that, actually; it was like being an Architect.

Taking a rough slab of marble and chiseling it into something greater than itself.

Having the ultimate authority and say in what it will and can become.

Margaret Spencer he found working at a firm in London as a secretary for what was his overseas business partner at the time, toiling with idiotic, menial tasks far beneath someone her class, capabilities and particular education level, coaxing, or rather pilching her from underneath her boss' nose by making her an infinitely better and more advantageous offer at employment back in Los Angeles, the same way he discovered Milos Dadok in Prague as a hotel concierge, working for cheap change east of the Iron Curtain, with barely any visitors to serve in an old, Bohemian golden lobby of a run down, neglected establishment that mostly stood empty, having seen better times. Snake and Dennis he picked off of the streets after they've brazenly tried to mug him of all people, failing comically, much to his infinite amusement, deciding to keep them around purely on the off chance their antics made him laugh --- and that they did, frequently and several times a day. John himself. That was a friendship he wanted ever since the first time he saw him at basic training and then later, during orientation, on ground, in Vietnam, and the best of friends was precisely what they remained because it was something Terry cultivated, invested into with the greatest of devotions. Even Ponytail, he carried around with him, on his head, fastened to his scalp with an unassuming black hair tie, nobody realizing he was ever there. Nobody but him and John, at this point. Where others saw nothing, he tended to see opportunity. And opportunities? Opportunities were things he never had the habit of passing up on, wanting to be in control of what becomes of the rough, ragged slab of marble under his fingers as he presses down on its hardened, sleek surfaces, leaving behind ever so many dents, fingertips and markings, deciding what shape it'll ultimately take once he's done with it. Deciding if he'll make it or break it. Create a beautiful statue or ram his fist into it, shattering the project into pieces.

Then, there was you.

Homeless.

A typical sight outside of Beverly Hills.

Aimlessly mingling around what was John's dojo for months now, buzzing around the alleyways like a little fly at the mouth of the serpent's nest, often in his sight and crosshairs through the lowered shutters of the interiors of the studio space where he could spy on you accordingly; it was Terry's business. He made it his business. Everything that happened in and around this dojo, in its adjoined streets, neighborhoods, blocks, in the heart of this very city, country, the West coast itself, concerned Terry exclusively, the way the markings lining the palms of his hands concerned him, more so when he occasionally found you casting uncertain, tentative glances at nearby garbage cans dotting the sidewalks akin to so many eyesores, like you were ashamed of yourself, like you were unaccustomed and new to this, carrying collected cardboard, for what he only assumed was for the purpose of rough sleeping down on the concrete; on one occasion, it went as far as him catching you slumming it out by leaning against the inner walls of the Cobra Kai dojo itself after working hours, obscured from view at dawn, knees pushed up against your chest, startled and taking to running the minute you spotted him pulling into the parking lot, his blue Ford intended to give off the airs of working class relatability still enough to startle you into a frightened state of movement, a tinge of satisfaction running through like a current trying to imagine what your reaction would be if you ever ran into him at another part of town, Rolls Royce, Tuxedo, private chauffeur and all. But, this crap you were doing right now wouldn't cut it. You didn't get to utilize his territory like this, it wasn't for free, not without being confronted about it one way or another. So, he ambushes you one morning, coming in even earlier than he had the habit of doing so, two hours before the Larusso twerp had the tendency to show up for his classes in pain, tactically cutting off your usual escape trail tightly and very neatly pushed in between two buildings. You shriek at the sight of him.

He relished the sound.

You wouldn't mind hearing more of it.

-"You won't survive long out there."-

Terry states bluntly, but not unkindly; last thing he wanted now was for you to get a tremendously bad first impression of him, even though you by default pushed his hand by making him come head to head with you the way he did through your incessant running. Luckily for you, he liked to chase. You give him a look, like you knew. Like you knew survival wouldn't be easy out here, but you didn't feel like necessarily vocally agreeing with him. Was it pride? It was pride, wasn't it? It's only once he hands you the lunch he's been hiding behind his back that your eyes widen and you become responsive, eyes shimmering, albeit still overshadowed with carefulness. Not that he couldn't appreciate your raw survival instincts being on display. -"I can protect you."- He offers, once you fidget, stepping forward and reaching for the food being given freely, practically ripping it out of his hand to shove it into your mouth in greedy gulps, undoubtedly, fearing he'd change his mind or that this was some kind of trap, keeping your focused gaze still on him. Once you swallow, you immediately take the first given opportunity to snipe at him, appearing defensive. He chuckles. -"What's it to you, though!? Who are you? Why'd you startle me like that!?"- You demand and he bows his head, ever so slightly, sprinkling in a deliberate aura of something apologetic and respectful for you to spot, making introductions. Weird place to be formal, he understood that much, but it was shocking how far some propriety could go applied at exactly the right time and under the right circumstances. But then again, the back wall of the Cobra Kai dojo, when he really thought about it, was as good of a place as a sparring mat to pay homage. -"I'm Terry Silver. The co-owner of the establishment you're roughing it out around. I own the whole lot."- He explains, softly, watching your demeanor change. Like a slab of marble, you start to take shape, even now. He extends his hand and you never even realize you've already been collected by him as you hesitate to take it.

-"And I can be your good friend."-

Terry promises, meaning every word of it.

[slaasherslut]

Void and Cold

Summary: Milo Vess OC backstory

Warnings: drowning, car accident, death, gore.

1.6k words

Milo didn't remember much about that night. The smack to the head he experienced made his memory a little fuzzy, although there were some things he could never unsee.. No matter how much he wanted to. 

He remembered being in the backseat of his parents car, staring out at the far between street lights overhead and counting the time between them. It was dark out by this point. Other than the streetlights, the only other lights around were the far off lights of town and the moonlight above as they drove back towards home. The drive back from their day out and about was quiet. The radio played softly as his mother and father exchanged a few words back and forth. The road ahead of them started to get the smallest bit brighter as they approached the old bridge that marked the Caligo town line.

The bridge was very old and small, just wide enough for a single car to drive through at a time. It was one of those covered bridges with dark red paint chipping off the walls into the water below and roof shingles cracking and falling apart, letting rain drip down onto the dirt road. It was quite dark too. With the bridge being on the edge of town and away from the lights of the businesses and homes, it was isolated. The only light was from the moon and a small covered light bulb hanging from each end of the bridge. The covers were caked in dirt and grime from the years of neglect and made the lights even dimmer than they naturally were.

Whether it was the lack of light on the desolate road or recklessness from either party no one knows, but a figure in the middle of the bridge caused his father to panic as they crossed. He cursed as he tugged the wheel hard to one side to avoid hitting them. The bridge was narrow and the car collided with the weak wooden wall, which was too weak to stop the car from crashing through and nose diving into the water below. The harsh sound of metal crunching filled the surrounding area as the car hit a large rock before falling upside down. Milo didn't even have time to register what was happening and scream as the impact of hitting the rock caused him to hit his temple against the window, knocking him unconscious.

Milo felt cold. Every muscle in his body ached and his hair was standing on end. A certain heaviness pushed him up out of his seat, the seat belt rubbed his neck and created a raw red patch of skin underneath. His eyes flew open and he felt a rush of water into his lungs, trying to force it out to no avail. He immediately felt disoriented. Panic flooded every nerve, vein, and artery. For a moment he didn't know where he was or what happened. It took him a few seconds to realize he was upside down and still strapped into the backseat of the car. He was scared. More scared than he ever had been before. He began thrashing around in his seat, shaking and crying. The panic caused his lungs to deflate fast and beg for oxygen. Milo tried his best to hold his breath for as long as possible, everything inside him started to burn like razor wire running through him.

After a short while, his vision finally focused well enough in the darkness of the murky water to see his surroundings. He could see a stream of glistening moonlight coming through the windows of the car. Thick rivulets of crimson swirled through the dark water like vibrant floating ribbons. His lungs took in more water as he screamed. The water tasted like metal and dirt in his mouth as he attempted to not swallow any more of it. Salty tears spilled over as they got mixed with the murky water. His father floated against the steering wheel still buckled into his seat. Blood swam from a fresh gash on his head and into the water above, pooling at his feet in his upside down state. His mothers torso was almost fully shoved through a massive hole in the windshield. She would have been in a better state if she had used her seat belt, maybe even survived, but instead her head was flung through the glass. Her body waving in the shallow current.

Milo thrashed even harder in his seat, trying to escape. Whimpering and trying not to sob. Being upside down and surrounded by water made it much harder for him to get his bearings and free himself. His small hands did their best to unbuckle himself but a new shooting pain in his wrist made that more difficult than it already was. His limbs began to tire and his lungs ached like a wet fire as he began to choke. His mind raced as he struggled.

He wondered if some of the water in his lungs had their blood in it. 

He wondered if anyone was coming to save him.

He wondered if he was going to die here. 

Cold and alone and trapped.

His eyes grew tired and his consciousness began to sink. Everything felt heavy, and then light, and everything went dark. 

A gentleman out for a late night drive moving in the opposite direction heard the large crashing from down the road. He was puzzled as he continued to drive forward. He stopped his car on the bridge as he passed through, the massive hole taking him by surprise. He got out of his car and peered through the now open wall to see an upside down wrecked car and wood shrapnel littering the water below. The man immediately raced back to his car to call for help. Paramedics were on the scene within minutes, which Milo was very lucky for. That area wasn't very heavily travelled and if that man hadn't been out that night Milo would have died down there and stayed there for who knows how long. His body bleeding and bloating as it rocked in the current.

He awoke a few times that night, being in and out of consciousness. The rest of the night was a large blur. One thing he does remember vividly is a dream he seemed to have while he was gone. In this dream he was standing on top of the bridge staring down through the hole in the wall at the underside of his parents car just barely sticking out of the water. Milo stood up on that bridge for roughly five minutes just staring down at his life that he couldn't see fading. Each minute feeling like an eternity as time went by. The entire time he stood there he felt a strange presence lurking behind him, like there was a hand on his shoulder that he couldn't feel by touch alone. He never turned to look but he could feel someone there, watching with him. The presence felt dark and eerie, like it wasn't a person at all but a thing. Recounting the dream later on in life and the nightmares of that moment, he swears that death itself was peeking over his shoulder and waiting to take him. But with his knowledge now, he still couldn't be sure.

The lights of the paramedics flashed around him as one of them waded into the water and squeezed through the open back window to pull Milo’s own cold body out of the car. His breath caught upon seeing himself. He forgot about the strange presence for a moment as he watched one of them perform CPR on his lifeless body, begging for him to live. He froze in place as he begged along with him. He wasn't ready to go. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to die here like this.

He then felt an intense whiplash as he blinked and was now laying on the bank of the river, choking on water and finally being able to expel it from his lungs. It burned his throat but it was a burn that felt soothing. Milo only took in a few gulps of air before he passed out again, but he didn't have another strange dream like he did last time. He always wondered if it truly was a dream or if it really happened, he could never be sure.

When Milo returned to the land of the living, a mistake was made. When he died, he opened that door to the afterlife and took a step inside. An illusory hand grabbed him by the collar of his bloodied shirt and yanked him back through. But when Milo came back, he never closed that door.

☾ notes: MILO MY LOVE IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU I PROMISE! also thank you to @rottent33th for being my favourite beta reader <333 ilysm

☾ tag list: @rottent33th, @damien-mlm, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @the-pinstriped-hood, @allthingsblood, @25bohemianmoons

[allibug101]

Pretty Maeve’s origin story

Maeve Élise Beaufort was born in Polaris. Her father, Emile Beaufort, was an infamous Pirate and one of Napoleguin’s top spies during the Polarian War. Maeve barely spent any time with him because he was so busy. Maeve’s mother, Adeline, was a professional ballet dancer. Her and Maeve spent so much time dancing together.

After the war, the Beauforts fled Polaris to escape the Armada. They set course for Skull Island to hide from the clockworks with the help of one of Emile’s former crew mates, Milo Graytail. However, not everyone would reach Skull Island.

During the trip, a horrible storm took Emile and Adeline’s lives, thus orphaning Maeve. For a couple of years, Milo has been raising Maeve in the dirty streets of Scrimshaw. He taught her how to speak English, pickpocket, sneak around, and learn how to use daggers in order to survive. Because of her golden blonde hair and green eyes, she was granted the title of Pretty Maeve, despite being young.

Now at the age of 15, Maeve was taken into custody by the same clockworks her family tried to flee from. All because she dueled an Armada officer for protecting Milo.

Maeve was thrown in a prison cell in one of the Armada ships. There, she met some friends to help her along the way.

Artwork by @nadohunter

[decoloraa]

When things were different

Baby Casther (Baby as in he’s 14) with his little brother Milo and baby Val (15)

The two brothers were on their own ever since their mom died and they ran away from their asshole dad. So at the age of 13 Casther had to learn how to take care of himself and his brother.

Yes, basic tragic backstory blah blah, but actually many of Casther’s later motivations and actions can be linked to this time. Surviving in the streets of Central city at a young age was certainly hard, but I they were much happier on their owm. These two share a strong bond and without Milo Casther wouldn’t be the same person later in his life.

It’s also during this time that they meet two specific upper class kids. A acquaintanceship that will later impact Casther’s life forever.

But enough of Casther, here are some quick facts about Milo:

- Milo is very smart and loves learning new things. He loves explaining Casther stuff he learned in school

- Milo wants to become an alchemist when he grows up, so he can provide for him and his brother and pay back everything Casther has done for him

- he’s much more people friendly than Casther at this point, he makes friends everywhere he goes

- he should be definitely too young to understand sarcasm, but he does it anyways (maybe that’s what happens if you have a bro like that)

- he was the very first Casther/Val shipper, but he was truly ahead of his time 😔 not a chance boyo, they need to get out of puberty and get A LOT of character development first

[sstreetgh0st]

First Post

✨so get to know me and the characters I will be writing abt✨

✨Me ✨ : Name online is street ghost I am a “ writer” who enjoys coffee, pasta, books, and music. Favorite book I have read so far is six of crows. Favorite film is unfriend. I been writing since I was 8. And right now it’s is 01:39 as writing this.

Know get to know the lovely ( mc) characters

Violet Haven

Violet is 15 years old while having the power to manipulate shadows. The weapon she uses the most is a double bladed scythe. Violet is overall an introvert. When around people she knows such as her brothers she can talk a lot. Violet pasts the free time while eating sushi and making hand made jewelry. Violet is hot headed despite being nice to Niko. But Violet is terrified about the idea of her past coming to haunt her.

Niko Haven

Niko is a Greek American 14 year old who enjoys archery and his power to manipulate his own blood. Which lead him to keep a bow slung over his shoulders often. Niko hobbies are reading and learning new things Niko can be quite when he wants to- he often does though because he doesn’t find pleasure in talking to people. There are a few people who are exceptions ofc. Niko is scare of rejection due to how his past was.

Scott Haven

Scott is the oldest and the British among the Havens being at 17. He has the power/magic of manipulative lighting/ electricity. His biggest fear is abandonment due to how his mother just left him with his mentally absent dad. But this also makes him loyal and very caring towards the people he cares about. His signature weapon is a pair of throwing hatchets

( so these are the characters about the big book I am writing abt the other characters are from a side book)

Raven Raith

( Raven is one of my newer characters so sorry if her introduction seems odd)

Raven is only 18 years old yet has a gift, the art of crime. A murder who doesn’t get caught. A Gonfo who is a sly as a fox. But the thing is Raven wasn’t force into this life, she chose it. Raven is quite, depending on the person, she might state her opinion, but often she listens to the person speaking and finds a flaw or lie. Raven biggest fear is losing her freedom. Even as she works for Tris, she can pick who she kills and how. Losing her freedom means losing her life. She doesn’t find laws as way to protect people. She finds them as aways to protect people who should be slaughtered.

Milo Àngel Resucitado

Milo was aways a trouble maker. To when he lived in Fallen Rain to the day he was shipped of to Edam He was actually shipped off because when he lived in a boy school he cause so much chaos he was sent on a ship to be a slave. The only reason Milo survived living in Edam was because of Raven. Who originally wanted to kill Milo. But once she saw the glint of trickery in his eyes she knew this boy would be perfect as her partner in crime. Even though Milo was only 14 when he entered the world of crime he made himself a name already. Milo is quite the opposite of Raven, being loud when talking to people and isn’t afraid to put his opinion out. His biggest fear is losing himself. So he set him self 3 moral rules he will never cross.

This took way to long - there are more characters ofc but these are the main ones I enjoy/ and writing abt. Soooo yeah. Hope yal like my characters.

[doomedpuppetyuri]

hey survival street fandom. ive like. never done anything like this and i dont think i have nearly enough followers for this. or for a matter of fact i dont even know if i know enough survival street fans for this. but like. do yall think they're gonna do anything with milo and irma in volume 2 im genuinely curious because my brain keeps going back and forth on it

[shay-creates]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!

My words are: split, stain, smirk, and sure.

I've lost my list of people to tag in these, so I'll have this as an open tag. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this or future games. Your words are: Undead, Past, Revenge, and Hold.

Split:

(a scene from Deja Vu, a scrapped story)

Phin takes a moment to get his bearings so he doesn't get lost, realizing he's where Song's fatal accident had happened, would happen. He takes in the surrounding area, surveying for anywhere he could use as cover should Song not want company on his walk that night. His eyes glance at the street and he tries to convince himself the dark spot in the middle of the road and stain on the yellow pain was melted asphalt or spilled paint. Anything but what it could actually be.

While looking across the street, the sun is suddenly darkened and the street is only illuminated in street lights. His legs and lungs feel as though he'd just been running, but he'd been fine just a moment ago. He looks around to see Song sprinting across the street without looking. Phin calls out to his friend, trying to make him stop. Song does and turns towards Phin, his look of confusion being illuminated by a black truck's headlights as it speeds down the road. In his confusion, Song realizes the truck barrelling towards him too late.

A split second before the truck hits Song again, Phin blinks and is met with the bright summer sun when he opens his eyes. It seems only a moment passed, but everything had seemed so real. Phin must have tried to save Song before, becoming the cause of his friend's death.

Stain:

(Part of a scene written for Shadow of Doubt)

Kit faces the table in front of him again, right thumb gently rubbing the light blue cat collar in his hand. Milo hadn't gotten the chance to wear it. Tears sting his eyes and a few escape just thinking about his beloved pet. It's all his fault...

"Kit?"

He forces himself to look at Freidy, broken from his thoughts by her voice. Kit's posture becomes smaller as they barely hold back tears, his eyes already red and wet from crying. Unable to continue looking at Friedy, he drops his head to stare blankly at the table between them.

"Yes. I'm-I'm okay."

Freidy's face is full of sympathy and pity in equal parts. "Are you sure you don't want to get checked out at the hospital?" Her eyes glance at where he'd been stabbed only a couple hours ago, the blood staining his shirt barely hidden by his arms.

Kit shakes his head quickly, tightening his arms' grip on himself. "They said it... it isn't as bad as it looks... I-I'm just so scared...I don't know what else to do..."

Smirk:

I couldn't find this one, so I believe that is a fun fact.

In a few of my stories, there's a lot of talk about ascension and the stages of ascension. Not all people in the universe are able to ascend to immortality because the stages are more difficult to achieve the higher your stage. Most people don't even reach the first stage.

Bonus: The stages of ascension.

Infamous standing

Kingdom recognition

Primordial recognition

Heroic recognition

Immortal recognition

Fable and Lore

Ascension

Sure:

(A short scene written for Dread Secrets. )

There was, of course, proof that a battle had taken place. A vicious and violent one at that. The burned and ruined buildings had all nearly broken down. Time and the elements finishing the job of ensuring anyone who survived would not be able to take shelter or easily hide. The whole place was damp with fog and sorrow, despondent and heavy. Some of the buildings seemed to lean against the nearby trees in an effort to stay standing, as if expecting someone to need their services to shelter from the elements.

From the look of things, this place had not seen or felt life, save for the plants and shrubs that clung to and grew into wherever they could get a foothold, since the siege. Yet, despite its looks, it felt as though something were nearby. Perhaps more than one thing, hiding in the shadows and trees surrounding the group. Whether these things knew the living were there or not, Xiang could not be sure. He only knew the hair on the back of his neck had not stopped standing on end since before they had even stepped foot in the Dread Kingdom.

[frogonamelon]

For this second crack at Venus de Milo, I wanted to make her a Yokai and pull influence from different mythological creatures. She is part Kappa but I couldn’t deny her Chinese influence, in name and backstory. Taking her more recent IDW backstory, I combined a Kappa with a Jin Chan to create this version of her. 

I’ve got a lot of information about this bean. Strap in this is a long one. I hope you enjoy <3

Backstory:

Mei Pieh Chan was the daughter of high society in the Yokai world. When she was eight, her parents were killed by an assassin and, with no one left to care for her, she ran to the streets, stealing to survive. A year later, she would be found by Big Mama's forces and thrown into her battle arena under the name ‘Kappa Kid’. A year after that, she would fight the famed Lou Jitsu, Battle Nexus Champion, and lose. 

She would, eventually through size, speed, or energy, defeat any foe who came her way except for him. After a long and grueling fight, he would win by cutting off her arms, amongst other injuries. She survives with intervention by Big Mama who patches her up and replaces her missing limbs with near transparent mystic ones. 

From here, she becomes the right hand of Big Mama and continues to fight under the name ‘Venus de Milo’, quickly rising to the status of Battle Nexus Champion, superseding Lou surprisingly quickly. Thirteen years after defeating one Hamato, she would come face to face with another.

Personality:

Venus has Creature from Frankenstein energy: she's eloquent, philosophical, and inquisitive but very naive and spoiled, having spent the majority of her life between luxury and stardom (no matter how bloody). She is a person of the arts and can be pretty eccentric and excitable with a dramatic streak a mile long. 

Venus has a formal way of speaking and will sometimes pull from Big Mama’s... splendiferous vocabulary. She is dangerously loyal to Big Mama, longing for personal connection and finding it in her.

Mystic Ability:

Her own brand of magic is illusion, both dramatic and stealthy. She also has some practice in the enchanting and divination of her parents (although not to their respective extents). She didn’t experiment much with her non-performative magic in the Battle Nexus.

Using illusions, she can make herself appear and disappear and tends to use them to move in jerky, unnatural ways like a horror character when as BM’s Assistant. 

Her and her fathers’ shared method of divination pulls inspiration from one of various methods of using the I Ching. They translate the flips of coins to infer about the future with varying degrees of clarity. She can use this ability to predict the outcome of events and how to best achieve her desired goal, although the ability is vague and cloudy (her father was much better).

Design:

When Mei was born, she had reddish purple eyes (the color of plums) that granted her her name. She had the golden diamond markings, long legs, and wide feet of her father with her mothers long neck, kappa dish, and leathery carapace/plastron.

She's more on her fathers smaller side than her mothers tall. She is overall small and lanky with large hands and feet. As a full grown adult, she is as tall as teenage Donnie. 

Her skin is a light greenish teal before her death, becoming a ghostly cyan gray afterwards. 

Speaking of after her death, she has very little arm and scars all over her legs, shell, what would be her eyebrow, and cheek. Her eyes are solid red, the dish is covered with a fortified bubble, and her shell is similarly protected by a shield that looks like a beautiful painted porcelain plate that is similarly fortified. The scene looks like a guó huà/ traditional chinese painting of the ocean with a glowing red sun/ power core.

As Venus de Milo, she has practically transparent prosthetics that appear a ghostly teal, like sea mist. She wears loose pants that have a semi transparent outer splitted dress, going over one shoulder to her ankles, making it appear as a flowy dress with a white to teal ombre. She wields fans somewhat shaped like shells and pulls fighting style influence from Chinese fan dance.

Parents:

Her father was a golden toad/ Jin Chan yokai with ruby red eyes, diamond markings, and one leg. 

He owned a casino, the Golden Moon. He was a formal, cunning, ruthless, but protective and kind man whose magic revolved around divination in the form of coins. 

Her mother was a soft-shelled turtle/ Kappa yokai with skin in various shades of green, yellow, and blue with webbed feet. She also had short and straight dark hair surrounding her disk.

She was a pirate. Despite her lifestyle and wild, fiery nature, she was obsessed with politeness and loyal to a fault. She knew quite a bit about magic and specialized in healing and enchanting. 

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

Mike is probably tearing Kingstown apart to find Iris, terrified that Milo got her and something happened to her. Meanwhile she went over to him😭

Don't get me wrong I love Iris and her finding Milo is probably either some sort of trauma response or smth else is going on, but I'm so sad.

Why couldn't Iris and Mike just be happy on the boat😭 (alright done venting now)

@tangerinesgf oh it's DEFINITELY a trauma response...idk I have a lot to say about this thank you for the opportunity lol

first off i wanna say I prefer them platonic, if this gets anywhere close to sexual im gonna throw a fit, she's so so young and traumatized but thank god so far it doesn't look like they're going that way

but anyways yes! Iris's choice is fascinating BUT I think it makes so much sense if you look at her response to everything and everything that she's experienced in her life...when Milo was in prison, he was still so powerful that he dictated the exact terms of her abuse, and once she was out she had a moment of peace with Mike, but I genuinely feel like the first two episodes of this season have demonstrated to her that Mike does not feel like he is in control. and that is totally normal and understandable from my perspective, and the perspective of like, any grown observer, but she's not...idk her whole life has been determined by these evil powerful men so it's like...to her there's clearly this choice between Milo and Mike—Milo, who is cruel but exceedingly powerful, even having managed to escape prison, and Mike, who is kind but very obviously overwhelmed and not all-powerful, who is clearly losing at the moment in the battle between Milo and Mike, right? Like, she sees Mike's stressed-out face when Milo's brought up and she knows because he tries to get her to go into witsec that he thinks Milo's definitely a threat...I'm so sorry I'm just repeating myself over and over, I'll stop. I will say, I absolutely adored the one moment she had with MIke's mom, even though I remain kind of furious about how the main women on this show are portrayed (not the actresses, god bless them) but like. Fucking Taylor Sheridan pull it together man

from Mike's perspective! Oh yes, he'll be tearing the place up, but unfortunately, now that she's physically with Milo, I think she's gonna have to save herself a bit here, because Mike's not gonna be able to do it like he did with the last guys she was stuck with. Milo's a different caliber (which I kind of hate lmao but that's a rant for another day) and even though he remains quite mysterious, we've already seen that he's willing to cross all lines (killing three feds!) and is very clever and quick on his feet (see: how he took advantage of the riot). So basically, no amount of knocking heads together/good luck/street friendships is gonna be enough to lead Mike to Milo's door. Iris is gonna need not only strength, but also guile, to survive this one. And honestly man...idk. Idk if she has that in her. I hope that she does and that they manage to deliver that to us in a way that's believable, but ffs if I have to skip past ooooooooooone more naked scene with this thirteen-year-old-looking girl like adfs;lklfsadjafds I'm gonna be the one rioting I swear.

I do feel really really fucking bad for MIke about all of this ngl. it's not his fault he's only human & can't protect everybody. and I hope this doesn't impact his relationship with Kyle (re: Kyle not wanting her int he house) because Kyle is clearly going through it as well and that's the last thing we need, a rift between those brothers

[miloxhughes]

status: closed - @ingridlczano​

location: tree lighting ceremony

After the scene he caused at the brunch at Holy Spirits, Milo headed back to his place to crash for a few hours. Sleep came whenever his body was too exhausted to continue. When he woke, Milo continued his journey down the destructive path he had made for himself. He eventually came to just as the sun was was nearing the horizon. Milo took a quick shower and forced down a few slices of cold pizza. His appetite had been shot since that day in Boulder, but he was smart enough to know that he couldn’t survive on drugs and booze alone. Filling up his flask to the brim, Milo tucked it into the pocket of his coat for later. He snorted up a few lines and left his condo for the night.

The streets were abuzz with residents and tourists taking part of all the Christmas festivities. Milo was halfway through his flask by the time he happened to stumble upon the tree lighting ceremony. All the eager, awaiting faces brought a scowl to Milo’s face. This was the last place he needed, or wanted, to be right now. He turned to walk away and found himself bumping into the one person he was trying to avoid most right now. Ingrid. They hadn’t seen each other since that day at her trailer. That was when Milo was polished, coherent, relatively stable. His face was still visibly marked up from the fight with Atlas. The male’s bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils stared back at her, his hand reaching up in a poor attempt to hide the cut along his cheekbone.

“What are you doing here?”

[venus-de-luna]

Venus de Milo

After the events with Draxum, the poor little femme wandered the streets of the hidden city and survived on her own. As the little femme grew older, her unique abilities and traits appeared, making her seek out a teacher to learn hand-to-hand combat.

After joining a street gang full of excellent fighters, the little femme earned the name Venus de Milo as she matured and over the next several years she worked hard towards her dreams.

Growing up in the Hidden City's lower class, she had her fair share of both enemies and a handful of allies. Venus was used to bargaining to obtain her daily needs; she had even garnered the favor of Big Mama's favor, do to her daily accomplishments and her knack for the mystical.

Big Mama took the young femme under her wing in order to help cultivate the mystical powers the young one possessed and help navigate the ways of manipulation to her advantage.

More will be added later...