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Harley prepared to toss another arm full of snow at him until she looked up and realised he wasn’t Eddie anymore. 

Well. That was new. 

At first she didn’t know what to do. Her handful of snow dropped to her feet as she stared at… whatever they seemed to be, in complete awe. The teeth were scary, she had to admit that… but she supposed they were no different to Croc and she’d spent plenty of time with him. She couldn’t deny she did feel a little anxious, however, and she took a small step backwards to create a small amount of distance between them– she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the way they seemed to loom over her. 

“Holy shit…” Finally finding words, that was all she could muster. “I… hey, wait–” Noticing the extremely large ball of snow in their hands, Harley didn’t get chance to turn and run and instead gasped in shock when the snow landed on her head and inevitably fell down the inside of her shirt. She was definitely going to catch a cold after this. 

“Th-that’s cheatin’!” She whined as she shook the snow out of her hair, “Eddie! What the hell?!” 

What the hell was just one of her many questions…

Her reaction is a good one, though they would have preferred her screaming the stunned silence and shock on her face would also do. Now she’s covered in snow, practically sitting in the pile as she whines and shakes away snow in her hair. “Not cheating. We are Eddie and we are Venom.” Their low voice booms prideful about this as they correct her.

Leaning down their tongue drags across her cheek and they open their jaws wide, wide enough that a layer of teeth nearly crown her head. [Don’t!] There was something between a hiss and a growl of frustration from them. “We better eat soon Eddie.” It sounds almost threatening as their head peels back, their entire form shrinking down. Just before they’re completely out of sight their arm splits from Eddie’s as they take a handful of snow and shove it into Eddie’s face.

“Oh, then who was it, huh? Santa?” He wasn’t dressed for this? Neither was she… however that was her own fault. The hood of her jacket no longer protected her hair from the snow and her clothes were just as wet as his were. Still, she wasn’t mad… who said war couldn’t be fun? She started to laugh again, the giggles accompanied by another squeal as she shielded her face from the onslaught of snow coming her way.

It was very likely she was going to catch a cold by the time they were finished. 

Worth it, though.

Having completely forgotten about being freezing earlier, Harley picked herself up off the ground and scooped another handful of snow in retaliation and threw it at him again. 

Who was it? How was he supposed to explain that in this moment? Eddie struggles for words briefly before he’s hit with another handful of snow. He feels the cold hit is face like a sharp stab and then warmth envelops his body as Venom takes it upon themselves to answer for him. They cover Eddie in an instant and tower over Harley as drool drips through their teeth with a hiss.

His sarcasm was noted but not acknowledged as she nodded in agreement, “Yeah, super hilarious! I’m gonna remember this moment for the rest of my life! I’m– hey!” She gave a small squeal of surprise as she was pulled into the snow herself– now it was her turn for an ungraceful landing! 

She guessed she deserved that. 

“What the hell– Eddie!” She regains composure and gathers the biggest handful of snow she could manage and throws it at him, not really aiming for anywhere in particular, just so long as he’s covered in snow by the time she’s finished. “What was that?! Y’know what, whatever– you brought this upon yerself!”

If he wanted to play dirty, then fine… she was more than happy to call a truce after his embarrassing fall but if it was war he wanted then it was war he would have. 

The moment she went down Eddie knew this was going to escalate. He couldn’t exactly say that it hadn’t been him that did that but- “It wasn’t me!” Of course he doesn’t think before he speaks. Snow flies at his face and he turns his head and body as it hits his side. “Ah-! I’m not dressed for this!”

There was no way that would miss, right? Right? …Wrong. Damn, he had good reflexes; she remembered that time a few months ago where she’d tried to sneak up on him (and failed) and now he managed to dodge her Death Snowball too? She’d really have to up her game next time! Still, his reflexes weren’t as amazing as she’d first anticipated as the next thing she knew, he’d slipped rather ungracefully and received a face full of snow instead. 

Her reaction was instant. She immediately burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, pointing at how ridiculous he looked as she tried to form a coherent sentence, “HA! Ya should’a seen ya… ya jus’… ahahaaa… oh man, I c-can’t–” Yeah… words definitely weren’t a thing. She trailed off and continued laughing, his descent into the snow being the funniest thing she’d seen all afternoon.

However, he was lucky– at least it was just a snowball, she didn’t hide anything sinister in there… like a rock or a hand grenade.

Finally, after a few moments she’d managed to collect herself and approach him to extend a hand to help him up off the ground. “Ya gotta admit, that was funny!” She wiped at her eyes with an amused sigh– she was not going to forget that in a hurry that’s for sure.

Eddie just grumbled, along with the frustrated growls in his head, as she pretty much laughed her ass off. She was lucky too, that she didn’t intent to hurt him- Venom wasn’t in the best of moods with this interruption. [We think she’s annoying.] “Pfff.” Eddie’s anger dies down pretty quickly, it was hard to be mad when she was laughing so much and- well he wasn’t hurt so- He pulls the beanie back on over his ears, it’s colder than before.

Nodding off wasn't a new thing for Eddie, but waking up in Miriam’s office was- waking up sitting at her desk. Hands move to rub at his face then he stretches his arms as he sits up in the desk chair. Pretty comfy, he doesn’t remember how he got there though. Eyes blink and he looks around the room, expecting to see her somewhere but- wait. Something was missing. Whenever Eddie woke from unconsciousness Venom always said something. They always said good morning or complained about him sleeping too much or not sleeping enough and it was usually always followed by how hungry they felt.

“Vee?” The voice that breathes out the nickname wasn’t his own. It’s the lack of an answer that shakes him more and he’s standing up a little too quickly. “Venom?!” In a small panic he pushes the chair out and searches the room for a lump of black goo. It isn’t until he’s throwing things around the office that he notices that Venom isn’t the only thing missing. Taking a closer look now at his hands and then.. his figure...

I want to participate in this event HOWEVER anyone that body swaps with Eddie will have to deal with Venom. And I still want to write Venom, who has a certain amount of control over Eddie’s body.

@igotus​ | winterfes

If you were one of those people who expected Harley to not start a huge snowball fight then more fool you because that’s exactly what she did. It was fun for a while but unfortunately for her, she didn’t exactly decide to wear suitable clothing for such an occasion (the exception of her jester-esque jacket providing a little protection from the frozen afternoon) so after an hour of demolishing the opposition, she decided to take a small break and warm up a little before continuing. The kids she’d rounded up would be fine without her anyway.

As she moved away from the Epic Snowball Battle, spotting a familiar face just across the way made her forget all about being cold and all mischievous intent returned to her as quickly as it left.

She scooped up a hand-fulls of snow, moulded them into the largest snowball she could and with a quick, “Hey, Eddie!” she threw her creation directly toward his head.

Eddie was never a big fan of cold weather and didn't care to be familiar with lots and lots of snow. Unfortunately they had no food, on top of that Venom preferred the colder weather. A puff of hot breath against the cold air. Eddie has his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, he has no gloves and his hands are freezing. All he has to help him through this weather is a beanie that this leather jacket.

“Can’t you ... make me warm or something?” Eddie grumbles to his other. [We can’t stay outside long, remember.] Eddie feels a tickle up his spine and for a brief moment there’s warmth. He grumbles again, and then his hands grow warm with the feeling of being held as Venom forms hands that sprout from Eddie’s wrists and entwine their fingers. Holding hands with his symbiote, it’s a little odd but he did feel a bit warmer.

HEY, EDDIE!

This little moment gets interrupted with a shout from a familiar voice. Eddie turns to see a hefty snowball flying directly toward his face. It definitely was going to hit as he stops in his tracks. But it doesn’t. Venom surges their body forward enough to get out of the way, so they dodge the snowball, barely. And slip in the ice. Eddie still meets a face fill of snow as he falls forward. It’s not a bad fall, and he’s pushing himself up in the next second, face red.

@igotus​

“Thanks for inviting me out. I know I haven’t been great at answering the phone, so sorry ‘bout that.” She’s been tired, taking long shifts and going to bed right afterward, without much to say in terms of her status in the world. Alive or dead, work was work, and Miriam had little mind for anything else as of late. Perhaps it was for the best, going out and getting something done that wasn’t something she just had to do. Recreation was the name of the game. 

“We’re near the fun house thing. Want to check it out? We can always keep walking if not.” 

“Yeah no that’s.. that’s fine. We all got those days. Just happy you decided to come out with us.” Eddie shrugs, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. That’s all he had to wear against the cold snow, that and a beanie pulled over his ears. Venom enjoyed the cold weather, it was much preferred compared to the heat and they were more than eager to explore the snowy range.

“I know why I’m down here.” Eddie’s a little annoyed as he gestures to the lower level of Fibonacci, riddled with poverty and crime - the works really. He’s soaked, after falling into water in the stream that was a very ominous colour, which he didn’t even want to think about what might be contaminated it. 

“At this point I really don’t see a reason in hiding.” Eddie grumbles seemingly to himself. With the number of people from his life outside this city gone keeping Venom a secret seemed pointless. Especially with the number of people in this city that could do even weirder things. [It’s about time you talked about us.] Venom practically purrs in agreement in his head. They didn’t like pretending their bond with Eddie didn’t exist.

“Well I’m not just gonna outright say it. But-” He pauses that train of thought as he notices a certain blonde up ahead. Just the person he was looking for actually, he wasn’t about to run over there though.

It’s a relief when he picks up so fast, Miriam deflating into the plants growing into and out of the brick wall. While it doesn’t feel that they could grow out and consume her, but they feel especially, especially alive behind her, something unsettling when she hasn’t done the work herself. Plants that are her own feel a lot more like home than what these things do. 

Phone to her ear, Miriam nods, even if nobody will see that. “Oh? Okay, awesome. That’s great. I’m outside the main entrance. Just meet me out there. Something’s, uh, something’s up. Or being screwed with, I don’t know. I saw some weird shit earlier, and I can’t get into the building now.”

Admittedly, she’s venting her worries a little bit on the phone, pacing and running her fingers through her hair time and time again. 

“But yeah. I’ll be here. Thanks for being quick.” 

The relief in her voice makes him feel a little bit worried, he’s not at all sure as to hat’s really going on and Venom felt just as lost. His pace quickens just a bit. If she was in trouble he was pretty sure she’d be able to take care of herself, after all she did say she was a god. It didn’t stop him from caring about the safety of his friend, however.

@igotus || event starter

The entrance to the studio is an absolute disaster. It’s a mechanism of controlled chaos that she would be more distressed by if there wasn’t the sneaking suspicion that she might have done it herself. After all, Miriam can use her powers at any time, including those where she may not be as in tune with herself than she might like. So, she stands, confused and trying to piece back together something that didn’t even happen. 

Drawing in a breath, she runs her fingers over the vines there, tugging at them and trying to determine if she has done this. They’re hard to discern, as these plants aren’t her default, and the sheer lack of any memory is enough to be distressing. 

Checking her phone, Miriam finds that it has at least some signal, and is of some use. Slowly, carefully, she dials a familiar number. 

With any luck, Eddie can answer a few of her questions. 

People were acting a little oddly, more than usual it seemed. Staring off into the distance, swinging things at thin air. Eddie had though that maybe some people were being affected by something in the air that messed with perception, and after a discussion about it with his other they too agreed that it might be possible. Bonding with a symbiote meant that Eddie wasn’t as susceptible to things could affect his mind without knowing, unless of course it was strong enough to affect the both of them. 

It didn’t seem like there was much news about what was happening, and the current path he was taking would lead him to the SNO in order to see if anyone else had more information as to what was happening. He’s about a block away when the cell in his pocket rings, and at seeing Miriam’s name across the screen he figures she’s calling to ask him about the very questions he wanted to ask her.

                    @igotus is only alien because we call them such.

  Food. The thought is primitive, but it rings in my head like an angry bell. When was the last time I ate? Perhaps with my guardian, certainly it’s been long enough for that pointed ache to dig at my chest and stomach. My first thought is to check for dumpsters, but as I pass by restaurants and grocery stores with little luck, a certain alley offers me a pleasant surprise. A small cluster of rats gathered in a corner. Upon my approach, they scatter, leaving behind a body of one of their fallen. It appears fresh for a corpse, and not diseased or desecrated in any particular way. Without much willpower to think of any alternatives, I reach for the thing and turn to leave the alley, returning to the streets. As I walk, I pay no mind to those who pass by, instead enjoying the familiar taste that raw flesh provides.

  Whilst I feast, I notice a strange smell, unlike any I’ve ever encountered before. I follow it for a while until I round a corner and come to face a great hulking behemoth of black and white and red stood over a man, or what I presume was a man, given the body’s lack of head. “You… killed.” The half-eaten rat is still clutched in my hand as I stare, mouth slightly agape not in fear, but rather, curiosity. This is the food chain, this is evolution’s highest form, surely. A monster, but beautiful in its way, unlike myself.

In the dark alleyway there were two lifeless bodies. One with a hole in it’s head, a puddle of blood under the body as it lie against the wall and soaked the trash. The other was in their hand, headless. They were too late to save the person now dead in the alley, but that hadn’t meant they couldn’t still rid this city of another senseless killer. 

At their surface was rage and hunger that boiled into blinding instinct. Drool and blood dripped from their teeth as their jaws widened around the neck and shoulder of the body they held. Razor sharp teeth broke flesh and bone like butter as half of the torso was devoured in one bite. They turn their head with a snap to the person interrupting dinner, whites of their eyes narrowing as a snarl dribbled drool from their teeth. They drop the body and jump, landing heavily in front of their interruption.