✷ "Lᥱttιᥒg thᥱ ᥕhoᥣᥱ ᥙᥒιvᥱrsᥱ kᥒoᥕ thᥲt sყmbιotᥱs ᥲrᥱᥒt thᥱ bᥲd gᥙყs." ✷ Eddie Bɾock. ✷ King In Blɑck | Venom | A God of 7 Iteɾɑtions. ✷ Dɑɾk Themes | Multiple Rɑtings. ✷ Mɑɾvel 616. ✷ Venomveɾse. ✷ #ᏚꭹꮇᏼꭹᏚꭹꮮꮩꭼꮻɴ ✷ RT & Follows Appɾeciɑted.

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"Yeah we'll call it that." He picked up the sock, staring back at the blob. "Teenagers very really clean. I'd count your blessings it's not in a worse state."

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He chuckled. "I'm sure there's worst things under the bed. I'd say monsters but this family kinda all is. Now do you need help getting out?"

"Depends on where that hunting ground is. And if it's not seething with civilians. And also how you're hunting."

"Hmm...talking after your old parents then huh? We prayed on those the world wouldn't miss. It sounds cruel but...it's the world we live in."

Eddie grabbed the blob kitten by his scruff and pulled him out of the sock, dropping it to the ground. He then hold them out in front of him. "That's better. You now look like you!"

"Hits a little close"

||the best thing about Venom comics rn... It's this sack of crap. Himbo Lord Eddie.

"I'd give anything to just finally be able to sleep... Course I'm not human anymore so...I don't need to."

||I miss this account nawww

Death.

That would be appreciated. Not that he ever really could take care of his house plants. His death is complicated. He's dead but his consciousness is very living. Immortality has its moments.

That's a nicer way of saying it. Ascension for a king. He can. Being a symbiote God has its perks. Possessing Symbiote bodies. In fact, he's been granted a symbiote body that hes made into a human image. Well, until you see tendrils coming out of his arms or worse.

He can. Unfortunately a lot of his symbiote traits translate not too well into a human look. His webs are nerves, his blob form well...it's a body horror. Half mushed up, half human. Leather jacket? That's his jam. He stole one off a guy ... as well as a shirt that read 'Himbo'.

//one day...when we all have time. Or...is that...when we are dead? Honestly...I forget which is living or death. It's both painful.

||I miss this page. My little beloved. But most of my Eddie writing goes to my fics

"Things...are a little wild right now..."

||Oh...that's new