Milo

hey y’all! my name is milo and i’m a college student / writer :)

open to fanfic writing requests! all the fandoms i write for are mentioned in the masterlist 

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requested by @adozenforks :)

- just from reading something’s scientific name, you can picture it perfectly in your mind. this is odd, as you’ve never taken any Latin before

- your DNA model twists and turns on for eternity, an endless helix of nucleotides that you can’t look away from

- you’ve computed the Punnett squares. you Knew Graham’s parents, knew their blue eyes, and it just doesn’t Make Sense that Graham’s eyes are a deep, dark brown

- you cut into the oleander leaf hoping to examine the cellular structure with transmission electron microscopy. as soon as the scalpel gets past the skin, red beads of a viscous fluid drops from the plant. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it looked like blood

- they brought in fetal pigs to dissect during class. opening your pig, the organs are smeared with … clown makeup?

DISTORTION COSPLAY DISTORTION COSPLAY

- recording all of your lecture notes as audio files, with ending commentary about the curious glint in your professor’s eye as he raved about click chemistry, or how you Know someone is messing up the curve and if you could jUst fiNd ouT wHo

- having an academic rival who makes you the angriest you’ve ever been, but when they take one (1) sick day you freak out and stalk them to make sure they’re alive

- your RA knows more about your illegal dorm activities than they should be able to. you feel eyes burning into the back of your neck as you skateboard into the communal bathrooms

- all of your roommates have a weird, ghastly backstory to share with you. most of them share their tales with a far away look in their eyes, but one seems to enjoy reliving their tale, looking you straight in the eyes and hinting at a smirk

- you only write notes on your laptop, but one geriatric professor forces you back to paper and pen. secretly, you’ve missed the feeling of black ink sliding smoothly onto a fresh page

- you alternate between wearing starch-collared button-ups and monogrammed lapel pins, Hawaiian t-shirts, and 3-sizes-too-large sweaters with strange interloping patterns that you can’t seem to look away from

- your leather satchel (and yes, it’s a Satchel) always has tomorrow’s lecture notes tucked away inside. of course, they’re completely out of order, but you’ll find the right one, you can Feel it