❝You live in my body, you live by my rules.❞
「 Eddie Brock — Venom 」
— Not new to RP.
— Seeking interactions (21+).
— Ships with strong chemistry (straight).
— SFW only.
— Please don't hesitate to reach out.
(Your food is not good.)
“Buddy, you eat- I don’t even want to talk about what you eat while I’m eating.”
(I have not had brains in a while. Most of your kind do not have them.)
Eddie parted his lips to reply, but paused for a few seconds.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
(Don’t look at her, Eddie.)
“What? I wasn’t staring.”
(Just don’t look at her. She’s out of your league…)
“Thanks, buddy. You’re a /real/ pal.”
Eddie sighs in frustration.
Eddie comes to a complete stop when he walks out of his bedroom, his eyes growing wide.
“Wh-”
He’s taking in the multiple pumpkins splattered all along the walls.
“What did you do?”
He asks Venom through gritted teeth.
(Pumpkin smashing! I’m trying to be festive on your +
// "Fight for what matters to you no matter what."
Gwen Stacy
-- Marvel
-- Not new to RP or the character
-- Open to SL's and banter
-- Open to shipping with strong chemistry
-- No lewd content or drama
-- Descriptive and active
-- Penned by #Cutie
(SNACK!)
“You just ate, buddy.”
(You are a snack, Eddie.)
“Never call me that again. You don’t even know what that means.”
(Hmmm… I heard it in one of those rom-coms that you love watching; the one that makes you cry alone-)
“Okay, okay! I get it. Stop.”
@BudapestAgain (The first one is debatable..)
“Right,” he nodded once. “Not normal, but not insane.”
(She does look tasty, Eddie. Her hair looks like hot sauce!)
“Nooope, uh-uh. We’re not doing this today.”
After he spoke to Venom, his eyes widened for a moment before he attempted to +
@ABitOfZest He nodded slowly as he listened.
“I guess that’s a good point.”
(Great point, yes.)
“My time to time has been more like years now.”
He tried to laugh it off.
“Is it really Monday again?”
(That’s how time works on your silly planet.)
“Didn’t ask for your input.”
(Who else is going to give it, hm? You are alone.)
@BudapestAgain + her statement.
“You don’t have anything to worry about. I know I look crazy, because I am.”
(Very crazy…)
“I’m not… /bad/ crazy. Does that make sense?”
He looked at her, puzzled.
(I like her hair, Eddie. It’s much different from Anne’s, but I like hers, too.)
Eddie +