"Right, yeah...later. Don't need any nosy people sticking their nose in this either." Eddie gave the most lazy, curious glance at Angel's phone but didn't stare at anything. The fork in his hand went for another biteful. After chewing, he checked in on Venom. "What about you, you okay with this?"

That little tiny bit of sincerity made the big guy relax a bit. For the first time, Eddie picked up his own fork and sliced an edge of the sweet snack. He was in the middle of chewing when Angel teased about a kiss. Eddie understood, but he still coughed a little as crumbs flew down his throat.

"𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞? 𝕹𝖆𝖞, 𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 '𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖋'𝖗 𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘!" (New to the city? Nay, we've been 'round f'r ages!) His empathic abilities sense that tiny chill that went up MJ's spine. "𝕿𝖍'𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖆𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖓'𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖘. 𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙!" (Th're's nay needeth to beest n'rvous. We art benevolent!)

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed subtly at the mocking tone. Oh...that didn't make him feel like this Vought supe respected him OR Venom. It made him a tad worried. Of course he wasn't going to voice that- they'd already come to an agreement. Eddie let out a deep exhale and picked up the file.

"𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘?... 𝕸𝕵? 𝕬𝖞𝖊, 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖓'𝖗𝖊𝖉!!! 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒, 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖘'𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖊.~" (Michelle jones?... MJ? Aye, we art pleased and hon'red!!! Saint Venom, at thy s'rvice~) Saint Venom's massive hand takes MJ's and he gives another silly bow, even lower this time like a medieval knight.

"Hmmmmm..." The journalist made a slightly skeptical hum in his throat. As life partners in many ways, Eddie was very protective of Venom. There were very few people alive who could say they bonded with Venom and even lived to tell about it. And this WAS a Vought supe.

(introduction ➢ @blackdahliapanther.bsky.social ) "𝕺𝖍! 𝖂𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘'𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖋'𝖗𝖊, 𝖜𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖓𝖔𝖙! 𝖂𝖊'𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇'𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍!!" (Oh! We has't not hath met thee bef're, we bethink not! We'd rememb'r such a visage forsooth!!) Saint Venom bows dramatically, toothy smile and all.

(introduction ➢ @uncannyspiderman.bsky.social ) "𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖜𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖊𝖛'𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖇 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖇 𝖚𝖕 𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖊!" (And here, we bethought we hath met ev'ry web sling'r to climb up a mure!) He was basically saying he doesn't meet new Spider People very often. Nevertheless- he's excited.

((OOC: I 100% will be playing my Eddie & Venom like an old married couple, there is no other way to do it. Also here have an Eddie/Venom song while I work myself up to write some RP replies 👀✨ www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhKQ... ))

((OOC: go ahead l mao ))

(𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖚𝖘 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊!! 𝕱𝖎𝖊!!!) (The lady thinkest us a parasite!! Fie!!!) Venom was making a fuss inside Eddie's consciousness. The 'p' word was one he took HEAVY offense to. Eddie grumbled and pressed his forehead to the coffee cup. "Shut up, she didn't MEAN anything by it..."

It was quite a surprise to hear from the Vought supe herself, but Eddie Brock could never resist a tasty lead- even if it seemed to be suspiciously dangling in front of his nose. "Hmmm...darlin'? Way nicer greeting than I was expectin' from you." The man took a seat in front of Angel.

((OOC: This is all of Lapis mun's RP accounts that I know of. Just please be aware of this person's ridiculously inappropriate behavior & fetishism. They will come to your DMs and immediately push lewd RP instead of talking to you like a person or getting to know your muse. Okay, Nef out. 🌺 ))

((OOC: I'm going to be gone for a few days possibly, because this really was a lot and I'm kind of devastated and still upset about me & my muses being treated like that. y'all be good! 💗))

((OOC: uh. I get in my head a lot so if posts disappear on either of my RP accounts it's genuinely because I started doubting it lmao ))

𝕺𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍. 𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘! 𝖆𝖞𝖊! 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖊𝖛'𝖗𝖞𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞'𝖘 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉 🖤 (Ohhhhh. We liketh this! Aye! we art ev'rybody's husband)

((OOC: the way I hesitate to RP flirtiness, even when I have really flirty characters because I just get so in my damn head about it 😩 ))

The young woman threw Eddie for a loop, just a little bit. Wasn't what one of Vought's new supes?? Why would she care about him being safe? He can already hear Venom's inner voice chiming in. "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖚𝖇𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖝𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊."

((OOC: apologies my Eddie and Venom are both extremely intelligent and also himbos ))

📲 𝕭𝖚𝖙. 𝖂𝖊...𝖜𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞- 😰 But. We...we needeth not this currency- (Venom is a little confused by the money, assumes it's for a reason like she wants him to go on an errand.) 📲 ...𝕯𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖊? ...Doth thee desire something from the store?

Eddie had already sensed Angel's approach- so when she showed up behind him he didn't even flinch. Slowly he rotated his body, draping his arm over the back of the chair. "I'm a journalist, it's /kinda/ my job to report on the dangerous." Wait, did...this woman think he needed protecting??

"𝕺𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍...𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖀𝕾 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓, 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊?? 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘! 😏" (Ohhhhh but thee didst not maketh yond arrangement with US anon, didst thee?? Not if our memory serves!) Venom GENUINELY doesn't see himself as a nuisance, he thinks he's delightful.

Eddie was back to his usual self- sort of. Sitting alone by himself, he was staring out blankly at nothing. Occassionally the guy would glance down at his phone and start typing something very quickly in his notes app. He was drafting a hit piece about Vought.

“ Ah‘m feelin A little…touchy today “

📲- 𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖜𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖞 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍! (Our fair mistress, we bethink thee hath sent this by accident forsooth!) Venom's probably still staring at the picture though.

((OOC: The way people probably canonically meet Saint Venom like "oh he's so silly he thinks he's a saint" but then it turns out yes, he is LITERALLY an angel from space and can perform healing miracles ))

I'm tired of being careful, tiptoe Trying to keep the water warm ° . o ° o o ° O O 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛

Saint Venom wasn't trying to intimidate- never that. Not to someone who didn't reek of malevolence. He was simply leaning closer. And closer. Then closer again, until he almost bumped foreheads with her. Suddenly his voice dropped to a whisper, uncharacteristically quiet and soft- like a lullaby.

((ooc: If saint venom or eddie gets a littly flirty, a little silly please forgive me he just really likes people ))

"𝕿'𝖎𝖘 𝖛'𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊. 𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝖂𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖋'𝖗... 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔. 𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖎'𝖗. 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖊, 𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘'𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙." (T'is v'ry simple. We art not a thing. We pref'r... hero. Savi'r. Valorous knave, on occassion. at which hour we des'rve it.) He leaned forward, slouching to get /

"𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌??? 𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉, 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒!" (Thing??? We art not a thing beloved, we art Saint Venom!) Anyone giving Venom a shred of attention piques his tenfold. Slowly he stomped over, smiling widely. "𝕳𝖒𝖒... 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌." (Hmm. Thou art such a wee thing.)

𝕺𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍. 𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘! 𝖆𝖞𝖊! 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖊𝖛'𝖗𝖞𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞'𝖘 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉 🖤 (Ohhhhh. We liketh this! Aye! we art ev'rybody's husband)

𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖚𝖘 𝖂𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖞𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖘, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 #MarvelRP • #MVRP • #DCRP

((OOC: just a head's up, I WILL be using fancy text to specify when Venom is talking, or when the symbiote is speaking in his head! the font is so unholy hard to read so I will add translations. ))

Okay. I've eaten. Had a good fillin' lunch, I'm feeling right in the head again! 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖘'𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉! ...Okay, maybe only a little bit right in the head.

➢ 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝒰𝒮𝐸 Eddie Brock is a self-employed journalist. Gives voice to the voiceless. Saint Venom is the crazy half of his brain. refsheet.net/Nefepants/eddie-brock ➢ semi descriptive- ok with OCs/crossovers! ➢ open to any interactions. ➢ lewd or NSFW in DMs only. ➢ ships develop naturally. 🌹

ㅤㅤㅤꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ㅤㅤㅤᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴠ-3 ㅤㅤㅤᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ: ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ㅤㅤㅤᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ: ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ㅤㅤㅤᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴏᴅ. ㅤㅤㅤɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴀʏ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ ❝—. . . ʀᴇʟᴀx, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ... ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.❞ (ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄʜɪʟʟ.)

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘'𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊?? 𝕬𝖞𝖊. 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐. 𝖁'𝖗𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐. 𝕷𝖔𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖗 (translation: Thee has't coffee?? Aye. Saint Venom likes black. V'ry black. Lots of sugar)

𝖂𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑'𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗!!!!!! 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊. 𝕺𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘. 𝖍𝖒𝖒𝖒𝖒, 𝖆𝖞𝖊. 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘.

➢ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝑅𝑀𝒜𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯