apollyon.⠀ me, resurfacing every 6 months for five minutes: :)

a ‘walking furnace’ jack had described him once, and jane seems to share the sentiment. brock doesn’t mind, finds it rather amusing too. “as someone formerly known as 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳 you really do not handle the low temperatures well, do you?”

apollyon.⠀ having three birthdays in the family so close together is so incredibly stressful. :’)

she better get on the couch right now.

three hours? she has more patience than he does. on top he goes, a content sigh falling from parted lips. yeah. this is good.

he makes a small noise in the back of his throat as soft lips find his shoulder, his nose burying deeper into the side of her neck. they should have done this earlier.

try harder.

apollyon.⠀ having smut-muse for the wrong fucking account is torturous. i hate it here.

apollyon.⠀ you haven’t gotten the whole apollyon experience yet if you haven’t written smut with me. 😌

apollyon.⠀ i should remake my pinned,, and add a nsfw circle

the man in question is toeing open the front door to his apartment, a half disintegrated brown paper bag clutched to his chest. someone has been caught in the rain on the way back from the store. it’s him. and the stupid fucking paper bag holding his groceries.

a yawn, closely followed by the sound of his neck cracking. he fell asleep on the couch. horrible idea.

apollyon.⠀ going through all my rp accounts to try and decide on which one i’d want to start writing again and i forgot i even have some of these lmao.

apollyon.⠀ is the marvel fandom even still alive i haven’t been part of it for so long LMAO

7:30 in the morning and he’s already downed three headache pills with the same amount of coffee. civilian life is really not his thing.

apollyon.⠀ that’s me. hello. :)

apollyon.⠀ While revamping an account I stumbled across this one again lmao. I keep forgetting that half of my accounts exist sometimes till I log back in.