The Fun Kind of Mess

Multimess is a comics-based comm to fuck around and vibe. Aptly named because the multiverse is a fucking mess, events within Multimess go up whenever we feel like doing an event thing. Memes are posted just sort of whenever. All memes are canon unless you and your crew want to do some shady underground shit.



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<b>Who</b>: Character(s) <b>What</b>: In a general sense, what's happening? <b>Where</b>: Again, just sort of wherever it needs to happen. <b>Content Warnings</b>: If needed!

Who: Eddie Brock, Bruce Banner
What: Dumb Game Night
Where: Eddie's Apartment
Content Warnings: Alcohol

So you share a body and... and that's it? No talking, nothing?

( Eddie, who considers himself relatively new to the world of body-sharing, isn't sure how he'd feel if he and Venom weren't what they are now. His monster had come in the flavor of annoying companion—lovable, comical, rational. They're at least on speaking terms with each other. Eddie knows his words get through when Venom decides not to eat the bag boy at the grocery store for simply looking edible. There's a level of control in life that he's never had to question. Thus far, Venom hasn't gone far enough that Eddie wasn't able to reel him back in, and vice versa.

He's still waiting for Bruce to pick up a beer and a NERF gun. He's been waiting for months, it seems. Since at least January.

Bruce's lack of fun is withering. )

We'll referee each other. You ref me, I'll ref you. V stands guard in case either of us cheat.

( Venom grins. )

Who: Bruce + Johnny
What: One sad fuck confronting another sad fuck on his sad-fuckiness. Bruce says: "no, thank you".
Where: A random corner of bumfuck nowhere
Content Warnings: Uhhhh, at least mentions of boozin'. At most— We'll keep you updated.

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Who: Slade + Rafe
What: Stripping
Where: One of Rafe's Many Houses
Content Warnings: Pale, white asses.

[ Slade's been shot at, shot through, shot into, shot against, grazed, butchered, stabbed, slashed, botched... There was really no way for Rafe could give him an answer that has him keeping on his belt, which he loses.

Up until now, he'd been playing offense. Asking questions that apply to himself rather than ones that could potentially apply to Rafe. There's not much he hasn't done, but it doesn't matter if it's not himself he's thinking of. ]

Never have I ever had anything handed to me.

Who: Eddie + Johnny
What: Crosscountry Vroom Vroom
Where: Literally on the side of the road somewhere, these bitches are just Out There
Content Warnings: Nah.

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( right, everyone has their demons. some are just more literal than others, like in johnny's case. not that eddie has any grasp on that. he couldn't see anything different about this man if he tried - aside from the fact that he didn't fly down the highway at the first sight of him, which says a lot for him. he must have seen some pretty rough stuff to not bat an eyelash at the bake frosting toupee eddie's sporting.

as far as demon's go, the main demon in eddie's life is large and gelatinous, but he can barely call him that. venom's done a lot of good for him. he might eat people, sure, but he does good things, too. he gets eddie out of the house. he tells him what shirts are too small when he tries them on. he also protected eddie from an explosion just a few hours back. that was pretty cool.

when eddie's actually being offered a spot on the bike, and no one's more surprised than he is. somehow he hadn't fucked up his first and only encounter with a human being he's had in miles. really? how in the world did he manage that? for a second he just stares, because there's no way this is actually going to work out for him. that never happens. but then there's a jolt that sends him forward, venom kicking his ass into gear, and eddie does more stumbling over to the bike than walking. )

Thanks, man. Seriously, this is huge.

( it's a cool bike. a nice bike. a bike WE WOULDN'T MIND HAVING FOR OURSELVES, EDDIE. LET'S EAT HIS HEAD AND TOSS HIS BODY OFF THE HIGHWAY AT 99 MILES PER HOUR—

eddie takes a seat. )

You won't even know we're here.