#kingofboogeymen

[guardianofbelief]

wah... I need drama to kick up my mood... or at least feel better... and my sister is face down in a pillow... I may crash soon.... I'm a bit bored...it's a slow night

I miss my Pitchmun's it's like they all had to go away for a bit... so many unfinished rps.>_< I hope my dears are alright.

[youngjackfrost]

kingofboogeymen answered your question: //

Would you like the code?

//Yes please. (://

[lordhighprotectorofsleepand-blog]

Amuse me, Sanderson. What is your favourite position?

Sandman awkwardly twiddled his fingers. It was a bit hard to explain favorite positions when you hadn't exactly had sex other than in fantasies or dreams. Though, he did like the idea of still being the dominant one... However, the sand formed in extremely vague stick figures, Sandman basically being on the left and then who ever should so steal his virginity, on the right. All he knew is he was burning up now and staring at the ground.

[blake-bad-wolf-blog]

Welcome to the wolf's domain.

"Woah there are an awful lot of you. Welcome to my domain, my forest. Where  the fun never ends! Well there's not too much fun here, but welcome anyways! Enjoy the nature walks and such, but don't go too deep into the forest ... or the Big Bad Wolf might getcha'!"  ((Squeaks! I would have welcomed you all earlier but M!A. But yes hi welcome hello! Feel free to message me anytime, even if you just wanna talk. I swear I'm too friendly for my own good. Or if you want to plot, work on a proper starter, or anything really! <3 Mun/Jas ))

[lordhighprotectorofsleepand-blog]

kingofboogeymen started following you.

Well, good evening to you, Pitch... /casts a curious glance, brows furrowing slightly. How are you faring? I trust the evening's treating you well?

[guardianofbelief]

Starter for the kingofboogeymen

The bed creaked under Jamie as he leaned back. The sheets were unfamiliar, but it was still his room. Man, he hadn’t seen it so clean since he was young. College seemed to do that. Everything whisked away leaving his room behind bare and still. He hated the classes, hated the other student, well not all of them, but there was a certain something missing from his college experience.

He’s upset more than any else. No one’s at home. Mom and Soph off were off on on holiday adventures each. He’d wanted to surprise them with his presence, but apparently a Christmas miracle was to much to ask for.

Nursing the can of beer in his hand, he leaned back and watched the snow come down through his window. As expected there was nothing there. No sleigh, reindeer and no jolly Russian man with a sword. Maybe he’d finally gotten tpo old. The thought was sobering and Jamie took a drink with a sigh. At least he was too old to believe in the boogeyman anymore.