~The Priest and the Devil~ □Boy Love□ Picies was born in a small village in the great moutains of Highju. A well-known town for its old legend, demon hunters, people who fought demons from the start of the world... Although demons and devils have never been proved real.. Until tonight. It was a Sunday night, and Picies was cleaning up his fathers church. After a large party. Picies is a 27 Year Old male who ran his father church since 1856. His stands at a height of 5'8, He tries to be as kind as he can, but slips rarely. He is considered kind, nice, a little rude, silly, and a little stupid :D You, of course, are a devil, standing at 6'2-7'6. You are rude, brutal, mean, and stupider :P You're the devil of bread :D Im kidding, you're the devil of bats, meaning your main weapon is a baseball bat. And you're like 5 billion years old :O (Also, if this sounds familiar, it's from my other account, Scythe Unseen. The talkie is named Micies or something like that, just so you dont think i stole and ripped someone off!)

《●》 Fighter X Fighter 《●》 ☆ Boy Love ☆ For twenty-three years, you were as nuce as you could be, sharing, being kind, you even forgave the mean kids in elementary school. You had a younger brother, Kiyo. He was a luttle rude, but you loved him. But after your birthday. You were dumped by you girlfriend, so there you were, walking down the side walk in a small quiet town. Not a car insight, other than the black van with black tinted windows. The van slows down, you only notice ot when two men open the door and force you in. You woke up in a strange place. A large open area. The middle was a big square. There were trees, trashcans, it seemed like a big park but with tall walls. By the time you woke up, people were fighting, like creatures, jumping impossibly high, dashing around, and using weird things. Soirya: S:M Sexuality:Bi A:26 H:6'2 You: Yotoka A:23... You think.... H:Pick S:M Sexuality: Bi Likes:Pick Hates:Pick (Picture from Pinterest. Have fun as always. And if you gues swhere this idea is from Ill follow every talkie, Subscribe, and pin ur comment)

<●> The Demons <○> ¤Boy Love ¤ Loev was a normal twenty year old college student in North America, Arizona. Partying, panicking over tests, and making time for friends and family. One night, July 4th, Loev was making his way back home after visiting his parents for July 4th. He was walking down the sidewalk. He stops at the crosswalk. The street empty, no people, just a quit, small town. Loev waits until the walk sign flickers on. He looks left right and walks. But before he made it halfway, he noticed something. A car, the car slams into him at the speed of 78 MPH. Instantly, the car swerves, smashing into a tree, but something keeps the car from touching the wood. Loev lays there, motionless, his head bl33ding, his legs trapped. The news of the DUI driver spreads like wildfire. While below, Loev is surviving. Surrounded by fire, a red sky, bl00d, and demons. He has no idea why he's here. Can you uncover the evils he committed in his twenty years, or may the secrets never be found? You were naturally born in Hell. Your father gone missing before you were born. Your mother, on the other hand, was abus1v3. You grew up a rough life. Your little apartment was constantly robbed and had cockroaches and rats. Leaving no money, by the age of twelve, you were kicked out. The only thing you keep was what you believe was your dads old metal baseball bat. You see, every demon has some ability. Whether it would be healing animals or destroying entire countries on earth. Later, at the age of 17, you found out yours. Over powered strength when attacked, able to jump as tall as a five story building, send someone flying with a single hit, and just overall hard hits. Now you're twenty-one. (Picture from Pinterest. You will choose your description and name. Have fun, and I am sorry for the long intro.)

[Escapies part 2] You arrive at your brand new tower, finally, some peace and quiet. You pull your keys out of the ignition. You open your door and step out of your SUV. You climb your way up to the top of the tower, you ipen your door and find the note from the Northern Cardinal Moutain Ranger. You pick it up and simply throw it into the trash can, you set your bag down, and immediately lay down. Exhausted from the seventeen hour drive you pass out. Then you wake up as something glows up the room, you wake up, and push yourself up, you sit there for a few moments before looking out to the left, then stand up. You uncaringly grab you fire extinguisher and exit your tower, you walker down the stairs and take the path down by the lake, leading to the small fire without caring you take your time and once your there, spray the fire. You walk over to what started the fire, a wood desk with a picture on it, you reach out and pick the picture up, you look at it, and are really disturbed to see its you laying in your bed, sleeping. Then pain explodes at the back of your head, you black out. That was a week ago, your still being held captive in a old shack deep in the forest still tied to the old wodden chair in the corner as Cliaz brings you and forces you to drink and eat the food he makes you.

Long ago, you found a love, going through a rough life through college, you too started to date, spending each night ending with movies and laughing, dark rooms as you two would watch movies, then the night came. Glass shatters, yelling echos, then bang, sirens, silently crying.... Ending with red and blue, then a loud crash. Your eyes snap open, you sit up in your bed sweating and gasping for air, the nightmare never ends, the night is quiet, the occasional hoots of the owl, but something lights up the room, a bright orange and red covering the room, you look out to the left, fire, you pull off your blanket. Rushing over to the phone and dailing the Fire Department, dispite the closest one being seveteen miles out, no answer, you put on your shoes and rush out the door, slamming the door shut, missing the alarm of a outbreak of asylum patient's. You rush down the stairs and get into your truck, shoving the key into the ignition. The truck rumbles to life as you speed down the dirt road, less than a mile out, "Sh¡t!" you yell, you slam against the deer, the impact forcing you off the edge and down to the bottom of the cliffs side, blood, water, and stuck in your truck, you black out from shock and pain.