#oc mylo

[snacobie]

Bath time boy

[jurimaart]

[rt-squish]

Of course Mylo has a thing for the boss.

[chialattea]

(Like an aged wine connoisseur) I admit I’ve been quite partial towards Mylo recently….

(She’s @immortal-raine ‘s daughter) also some shenanigans doodles but idk if I should tag Rhea as well she’s so tiny,,,

[dekkiidan]

A birthday gift for my wonderful friend @merrydock featuring our characters Mylo and Stein enjoying a drink at Stein's bar - On The Rocks.

Thanks for being a lovely friend to me, Merry! Hope you had a fantastic birthday!

Mylo belongs to @merrydock Stein belongs to @dekkiidan Outer Wilds Postcards Set (used for posters) available HERE

[immortal-raine]

WIP outfit thing, fighting the colors in Mylo’ s puff but the finished one looks so cute

[knoepfl]

|\\Worth Something//|

Characters: - Mylo  - Vi  - Powder (Jinx)  - S/O (Mylo’s love interest) 

Trigger Warnings:  - Mild angst  - Insecurity and self-doubt  - Comfort themes 

Masterlist

Words: 770

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The underground hideout was unusually quiet tonight. Vi was out on some scouting errand, and Powder had fallen asleep on her pile of scrap inventions in the corner. Mylo sat on an old wooden crate, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, glaring down at the empty floor. 

Even with the silence, his mind wouldn't stop buzzing. It was like a storm he couldn't shut off—thoughts of every snide remark, every time someone dismissed him, every way he fell short.

"Vi’s got it handled."  "Powder’s more useful than you think, Mylo."  "Why do you always mess things up?" 

He picked at the fraying thread on his sleeve, jaw clenched as the words echoed in his head. No matter how hard he tried, it always felt like he was the one holding the group back. Vi was the strong leader, Powder the brainy little tinkerer, and then there was Mylo—just… Mylo.

“What good am I, anyway?”

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the soft footsteps until a familiar voice broke through his spiral. 

“Mylo? You okay?” 

He looked up and saw S/O standing in the doorway, concern etched on their face. They always had this way of sneaking up on him—quiet and observant, like they could read his mind without him even saying anything. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Mylo muttered, slumping further into himself. “I’m fine.” 

S/O stepped closer, their gaze soft but steady. “You sure? You’ve been sitting there for a while.” 

Mylo huffed, trying to brush off the worry in their voice. "What, you gonna start nagging me too? Like I don’t get enough of that from Vi." He crossed his arms, but his usual bite lacked its usual fire. 

S/O didn’t bite back or pull away like others did when he got prickly. Instead, they crouched in front of him, close enough that he had no choice but to meet their eyes. 

"Mylo," they said gently. "Talk to me." 

He tried to look away, but S/O cupped his cheek, grounding him in place. Their touch was warm, a reminder that someone cared enough to see past his defenses. 

Mylo swallowed hard. "It’s just..." He trailed off, kicking at a piece of dirt on the floor. "I dunno. Everyone’s got their thing, you know? Vi’s strong, Powder’s smart, and I’m just... me." His voice cracked, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I try, but I still screw everything up." 

S/O’s heart clenched at his words. Mylo always masked his feelings with sarcasm, but they knew how deeply he felt things—how much it hurt him to think he didn’t measure up. 

"You’re not *just* you, Mylo," they said firmly, brushing their thumb along his cheek. "You’re quick, you’re sharp, and you care more than you let on. The others might not say it, but they need you." 

He snorted bitterly. "Yeah, right. They need me like they need a hole in the head." 

S/O sighed but didn’t let go of him. "You know what I see when I look at you?" 

Mylo tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity cutting through his doubt. "What?" 

"I see someone who’s always there, even when things get rough. Someone who fights harder than anyone gives him credit for. Someone who’s good enough—just the way he is." 

The words hit Mylo harder than he expected. No one had ever said something like that to him before—not Vi, not Vander. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever let himself believe it. 

For a moment, all he could do was stare at them, the lump in his throat making it impossible to speak. Then, before he could second-guess himself, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against theirs. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "I, uh... I needed that." 

S/O smiled softly, their hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the messy strands of his hair. "I’ve got you, Mylo. Always." 

For the first time in what felt like forever, Mylo let himself relax. He leaned into their touch, soaking up the warmth and comfort he never let himself ask for. 

"Think you could stick around for a bit?" he asked quietly, his usual bravado slipping away. 

S/O grinned, their thumb tracing soothing circles along the back of his neck. "As long as you need." 

They sat there in comfortable silence, Mylo resting against them as the weight of his insecurities slowly began to lift. For once, he didn’t feel like he had to prove anything. He didn’t need to be better or stronger or smarter. 

He just needed to be himself. 

And that was enough. 

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Author’s Note: If anyone has a request or a question, I’m always open for them! I love writing Mylo, and I hope this story gave him the love and care he deserves. Thank you so much for reading! 

[j11nko]

oc hell

[fnaffreak3478]

Here me out on this,

It implies in Game, riley can drive sorta. Now all I can see her instead of going out to kidnapped host or new lab rats she has to Uber everyone everywhere:

Nick to whatever craft store is near by

Daisy to any where cuase you know she dose most of the basic buying (home girl needs to grav her groceries)

Dear old morty to pay bills (host wallets are the first thing they gotta go for)

The Scouts, big red, any of the other experiments to random fields so she can get out the zoomies

Scout prime to chaos anywhere

And rosco to dog park

But this was today's episode of riley can't catch a break

We just love to watch the crazy batch to suffer

Very late to answering asks because I've just been very exhausted and burn out lately and needed a break

I missed drawing these idiots

[luneariann]

We’ve reached fake video game levels of brainrot brothers im in the trenches

Mylo is @j11nko s btw!! :3

[lbulldesigns]

r/relationships

(UPDATE) How do I convince my 20-year-old son that I'm serious about kicking him out if he doesn't agree to therapy?

30th June, 2021

It's been a little over a month now since I was last here, I'm sorry for not updating sooner but that talk with my son didn't go well initially and I didn't feel like talking about my failure with the talk.

TLDR (for last post): My son posted on Reddit that he wished his sister, who had run away from home, didn't come back. And made out that everyone was constantly at his throat. So I decided to sit him down and make him choose between therapy, or leaving the house.

So shortly after I posted here, M, C, V, and I sat down and had a long talk. As I stated already this talk didn't go well.

M was instantly on the defense and started claiming that everyone was constantly against him, every time we would try and say something he would cut us off and continue to repeat the same things.

V got angry at some point and told him to shut up or she would make him shut up, I don't like that she threatened her brother but he stopped talking. After telling her off for the threat, I took M's silence as an opportunity to get a word in.

I laid everything out on the table. M was 20 years old and still acting like a hormonal teenager, his behavior toward everything especially his little sister was both concerning and disturbing. And I was worried about his future because this type of behavior was not going to fly in the real world.

He was avoiding college, avoiding getting a job, and was in short taking his frustrations at everything out on P, and none of this was going to be tolerated anymore.

I then brought up the ultimatum again. I told him that he has to choose, either he gets therapy and takes it seriously or he moves out. I told him that I was willing to find him an apartment and pay for the first three months' rent, but he had to find himself employment at that time and either enroll in some classes (which I would pay for) or he needed to apply for an apprenticeship.

I thought that all of this was pretty fair, but M looked at me like I had just disowned him or something. And then suddenly just exploded.

He accused me of not loving him, of never loving him, that I would never do any of this to the others, that I never forced V or P to get therapy so why was I pressuring him? V interjected here to remind him that she was forced to get therapy and that it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be, M just turned on her and told her that she was constantly complaining about it and that it did jack shit for her because she was still having beef with her uncle, and was just as much a bitch to P as he was.

V got angry here and told him to get over himself, but he spoke over her and accused her and her GF of raiding P's room and reading through her journal just to look for dirt on her uncle.

I looked at V and she instantly avoided my eyes. I told her we would talk about this later, and told M to stay focused on this conversation.

But he just threw his hands in the air and said that he was going to give us what we all wanted and leave, he told me not to bother with the "charity" and that he could take care of himself. I tried to calm him down but he said "If you want to kiss Jinx's ass just to feel closer to her dead Mum, fine but I'm gone".

He then stood there breathing heavy for a bit before it suddenly registered to him what he said, and his face went white. Everyone was silent, and just looking at me. I guess I must have looked scary in that moment, I couldn't describe the feelings going through me. But I could tell that I was losing control of my form, so I stood up and left the room wordlessly, and went down to the basement where I had set up a den for myself years ago and locked myself in and shifted.

It was the first time in years that I shifted without remembering what I did whilst as a wolf, but when I reverted back and went back upstairs, I discovered that nearly a day had gone by whilst I was in my den.

C was in the kitchen and as soon as he saw me, he came over and gave me a cautious hug. I just hugged him back tightly.

He then went about making me a big breakfast (shifting takes it out of you) and waited till I was finished eating before filling me in on what happened.

Apparently, after I walked off M went off to his room and packed everything he could and then left to one of his friends' houses. Neither V or C tried to stop him, but C told him that when he removed his head from his ass to reach out.

I tried to call M but found myself blocked from his phone and social media. And just felt defeated. C told me that it wasn't my fault that M was this way, that I was a good father and was just doing everything I could to cater to different children with different needs.

I appreciated him saying this to me. There wasn't much I could do for M, so I focused on things that were in my control.

So, for the past month, I was fixated on running my bar. C moved back in during this time, I was worried about him not attending classes but he told me that he explained to his school's administration that he was registered to live off campus, but he was still attending classes mostly online. He wanted to help me out in the meantime.

I appreciated this honestly, I was feeling stifled by how quiet my house had become.

The girl's uncle had come through and informed me that P was okay but that it was best to wait for her to reach out first, and that he had not even tried to contact her yet.

With that, I tried not to worry but I couldn't. All I could think was that I failed two, possibly three, of my kids by not being more assertive and making them seek therapy sooner.

About a month later, I was setting up the bar when M walked in. He looked hesitant for a moment and asked if we could talk. I just wordlessly pulled up a stool for him and gestured for him to sit it down. He took a seat and I poured him a drink, all of this was in silence.

Until M opened his mouth and said "I'm sorry". He apologized for his behavior and for what he said, he said that he doesn't know why he's like this and that the more he acts out the more depressed he feels and the more insecure he gets and when he gets insecure he lashes out at the nearest person, and that person has always been P.

He knows logically that he has no real beef with her and that she hasn't done anything wrong, but he has this other side that demands he "put her in her place" and when he acts out he feels like shit, and dismissing everything makes him feel less shitty for his actions.

He also apologized for what he said to me, he was always scared of me being disappointed in him and when he was faced with me actually being disappointed in him and knowing that he deserved this, he chose to hit me where he knew it would hurt so that he could feel some validation.

I was shocked that he would confess to all this and asked him what made him reach out now?

He squirmed for a bit and admitted that for the past month he's been jumping from couch to couch, he keeps out staying his welcome at his friends places and basically all of them are sick of his shit and lack of respect towards them.

He had an epiphany after getting kicked out of the last place that everyone is growing up without him, his friends aren't the same as they were in high school. They have jobs, and classes, and goals, and he can't say the same.

He admitted that it was nobody else's fault but his own. He also confessed that he never received any scholarships and that he never got accepted into any colleges because he neglected to apply to any and he felt so stupid and wanted to make it seem that he wasn't a complete loser (his words). He faked getting a scholarship and felt pathetic when I congratulated him and didn't even question him on it. And that he felt even worse when he made out that he was having a gap year first and I supported his decision. He had originally planned to make the gap year worth it but just didn't do anything.

And watching P effortlessly make strides in her studies, and everyone praising her and having high expectations for her made him feel worthless and he just focused on making her feel worthless so that he didn't have to.

By this point, he was crying and apologizing, and I just hugged him until he calmed down. I told him that it took a lot to be able to admit all of this and that I was proud of him for acknowledging his shortcomings. However, he NEEDS to see a therapist.

He agreed.

I told him that my offer to rent a place for him was still on the table and that he could stay in one of the vacant rooms upstairs until then.

He looked disappointed for a split second but then accepted the offer.

And that's where we are now. M has booked an appointment with a therapist, and has moved into an apartment nearby. I also gave him a part time job, working in the bar but he's looking for other employment and speaking with to a career coach at a community college.

Things are still strained, and I'm looking for therapists that specialize in family therapy.

Hopefully, things will start to look up for M soon, despite all his flaws I still love him and want what's best for him.

[snacobie]

Oh, Mylo

[jurimaart]

OC and ardbert <3

[rt-squish]

Pineapple on pizza is a delight. Mylo will fight you on this.

[buyakasha]

Fresh ref for Mylo!! Not much has changed except his hair style, (say hello to his weird mullet/braid) but I wanted an updated look to match my other recent refs

[deadonbestgore]

um hi i redrew this as mylo . hes my self insert everybody be kind to him hes shy