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@battlesmonsters
(Rowan here! With a fandomless OC blog for a MONSTER HUNTER named Mila Xylouris! He lives with his niece and his dog, and only gets rid of ‘bad’ monsters. He’s a bit jaded and grumpy, but has a good heart. Wanna interact? Click the heart/reblog. 18+ only!)
gladehearted:
“Mila! How wonderful to see you, my rose.” Grimey greeted the other man, all perked up and grinning wide. He hadn’t expected Mila to visit him today, but Grimey was certainly not going to complain.
“Of course,” he chuckles while taking Mila’s hand as they sat beside him, Grimey lifting it to his lips so he could place a kiss upon their knuckles.
“You know I love having your company, Mila…” he’d say with a fond look, before releasing Mila’s hand so he could open his picnic basket and pull out a little blanket to set the food on.
On the blanket, Grimey would set out a bowl of fresh bread rolls, some strawberry jam and butter, a container of shaved ham and pulled chicken, a pint of blueberries, poppyseed mini muffins and lastly, a couple bottles of home-brewed mead.
“I ended up packing more than I needed. But lucky you’ve come to enjoy lunch with me, aye Mila?” he grins, while offering a plate. He leaves some utensils on the blanket along with a couple handkerchiefs.
God, he was going soft. Mila watched as Grimey kissed his hand, his heart fluttering wildly inside his chest. He honestly couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone, before.
“Rose? I think I’m more of a weed.” He joked, though the nickname did cause him to smile again and blush. He never admitted it, but he liked it when he was called that. Made him feel good.
“Geez, y’really think you’d be able to eat all this by yourself?” The shorter man chuckled, glancing down at all the food. He took the plate and grinned back. “Yeah, lucky. This looks wonderful, darlin’.”
He began piling stuff onto his plate then set it down onto the blanket before grabbing a bottle of mead. “Wanna spend the whole day together? I’m not busy.”
gladehearted:
Grimey hums a soft tune under his breath as he sits amongst the flowers in the meadow. He felt like having a little picnic outside today, a basket of food and other goodies prepared to enjoy while under the clear skies and warm sun.
It really seemed like a peaceful day, today.
Mila approached the other man, hands sliding inside his pockets. Would the redhead mind if he joined him? He took a seat beside Grimey and cleared his throat, a very faint blush spreading across his cheeks.
“Hey-- mornin’. Care if I join ya?”
RULES: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.
Sonic the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog
Ichimatsu Matsuno - Osomatsu-San
David - C/amp Camp
Steven - Steven Universe
Izuku Midoriya - BNHA
Mae Borowski - NITW
Clementine - TWDG
Gene Belcher - Bob’s Burgers
Brian Yu - Monster Prom
Mr. Peanutbutter - Bojack Horseman
TAGGED BY: @devotionoftheocean
TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do this!!!
(Rowan here, with a newly REMADE fandomless OC blog! This blog is for MAVIS BARKER, a young Southern Witch with mysterious roots. Wanna interact? Click the heart/reblog. 18+ only please!!!)
(Rowan here, with a newly REMADE fandomless OC blog! This blog is for MAVIS BARKER, a young Southern Witch with mysterious roots. Wanna interact? Click the heart/reblog. 18+ only please!!!)
@optimistic-red-link liked for a starter!
“Who the hell’s there?”
Mila grunted, hand warily moving to the glock inside his duster. He wasn’t going to use the weapon unless he seriously needed to.
@ycungmagick liked for a starter!
Something definitely seemed a bit... off about this building. The hunter peered up at the sign, gray eyes beginning to narrow before he slowly moved to open the front door. He paused for a moment, thinking he heard something, before giving a shrug of his shoulders and heading inside.
He’s only here because he caught wind of a supernatural being around these parts, one that’s been terrorizing and maiming innocent people. He was here to stop it. Mila brushed a hand through his dark locks before rubbing the side of his face groggily. “S’too early for this shit...”
(i know i haven’t been on this blog in a while buuuut would anyone want a starter??)
(changed it so that in his hazbin verse he’s a honey badger demon akdfhjkhgf)
;verses
mainverse will go untagged.
;hellbound hunter
-hazbin hotel verse. mila was killed and sent to hell. why? for getting rid of kind monsters in the past. not too fair, but... whatever. he’s now a demon that resembles the honey badger, complete with deep brown and tan fur, gray eyes with dulled yellow sclera, and a pair of black horns... along with sharpened teeth and claws.
(i should really work on a verses page)
(Alrighty, lemme try this again! Rowan here! Are you a ROLEPLAY BLOG? Do you like OCS? Meet Mila Xylouris, a 45 year old who hunts down monsters but really just wants to sleep and take care of his dog and niece. Wanna interact? Click the heart/reblog and I’ll be sure to check your blog out. Thanks!)
(wow I miss this muse)
“HE LOOKS LIKE A STRAWBERRY PIMP!”
(18+ only!)
baphometbutcher:
“Flattered? Well, that’s up to you. It probably isn’t a bad thing, though..” A half-truth. While Clarke can’t sense that Mila is a hunter, he does tend to be drawn towards people who have carried out false justice. Thankfully for one or both of them, though, he’s not one to assume that a dark past implies an immoral present. His interest, while cautious and curious, is not yet bound to ill intentions.
“What do you do, Mila? I’m a priest. I’m accustomed to missionary work, but I’ve recently bought and fixed up a little country church not far from here. I’d love it if you’d come and see it sometime. Services aren’t set to begin until after Halloween, so I’ve got it all to myself until then.”
He sits himself upright, hands folded together in his lap and expression looking hopeful but not overly eager. “I’m making a real effort to bring the community here together. Even if it’s not your cup of tea, I feel it’s important to invite you.”
“I care for my niece, kind of a full-time job. Someone’s gotta do it, she has no one else but me. I think I’m doin’ pretty good.” Mila answered, still rather uneasy. Unless he seriously needed to he wasn’t going to admit his REAL job. It might get him into trouble. “Priest? Uh-- sure, why not? Church isn’t really my thing, but y’seem like an okay guy.”
Mila never liked churches, was never a religious type, and he mostly associated churches with demons. He’s been inside church buildings before, though never to attend services. Just to rid the demons.
A small bead of sweat appeared at the side of his head and Mila gave a lopsided grin. “How many bearded strangers have ya approached about this before? Ones that dressed like they’re homeless? Be honest, I won’t tell!” He laughed quietly and closed his eyes. “Look, ‘m not religious. Not at all, but if y’really want me to see your church I’ll go.”
