#Flash Thompson/Symbiote/Eddie Brock

[symbiotic-slime]

[vulpinesaint]

back on the topic of eddie brock never being the first choice. crazy to me to think about the origin of the venom symbol which is that the symbiote Was With Spiderman First. the venom symbol is a slightly creepier version of the spiderman symbol with an extra bend in the legs cause it's the symbiote's best approximation of what it thought spiderman wanted. and when spiderman rejects the symbiote and venom shows up it's still the same suit just on a different person. the symbiote learned emotions from peter parker and it is angry and hurt at not being wanted but it stays in the form it thought he wanted... peter parker disarms eddie brock once by telling the symbiote that he wants it back and attacking once the symbiote starts to leave... eddie has such a hard time throughout the comics with the fact that the symbiote Will Leave Him if prompted by the right person. and be so honest. what would you do if you were eddie brock and no matter where you went or what you did there was a symbol that you were somebody else's second choice emblazoned across your chest

[shibanagame]

Eddie Brock, Venom symbiote and Flash Thompson commission art by Tom Fowler 2023

[m57528]

Eddie Brock (Sony) and flash Thompson ( amazing spiderman) I need a ship like this.

[spectrecowboy]

something something savior complex and the inherently homoerotic subtext of sharing another consciousness

please do not use my art without permission!

[vuldarian]

boys will be boys

[moonesaiky]

this is old, I LOVE THIS VIDEO,

it's from my Headcanon universe and I had to use this audio from Sonic fandub!

I just laughed a lot when I see it every time

[bakageta]

Second part of this little fic bit! It's the reluctant god Eddie Brock fic:

Flash had no idea what he was going to do with the foreign symbiote he’d brought home with him from the orchard.

Well, actually, that wasn't true. He was going to introduce it to Eddie. But then he'd have to call Eddie, and he'd been putting that off for a month and a half. It sounded worse when he put it like that, though. 

In reality there'd been days of recovery followed by weeks of figuring out how to control his new body. Then there was the hassle of reestablishing himself as a living person in need of housing and with a whole new set of dietary requirements–and he was still working on that first part. The New York apartment he was living in was decent enough and also not leased under his name. The  phenylethylamine supplements were satisfying but bland. He could count on one hand the people who knew he was sort of alive again.

Really, Flash had been busy. Maybe he'd eventually believe that. 

He sighed and looked at the orchard symbiote nosing around in his mostly pointless kitchen. It had condensed itself enough to fit through the front door of Flash's apartment and shifted from a rainbow oil slick shimmer over black to a mottled golden yellow and red over black. But aside from that, it still had six eyespots and still looked like a manta ray with legs. 

"Can I get you anything, " Flash asked instead of calling the number Eddie had given him. "Like coffee, something to eat–" not that he really had anything  "–maybe some phenylethylamine?"

Curiosity, it projected at him. "Are coffee and phenylethylamine like apples?"

"Not– not really?" 

"Would like to try," it offered diplomatically. 

“Then settle in I guess?” 

The bipedal manta crouched where it stood, tucking its mantle and tail around its legs until it looked like a giant dinner roll with eyes. 

“Yeah…” Flash felt those eyes on his back as he went through the motions of coffee making. Inspecting the bottle of phenylethylamine over his shoulder as he measured out the powder. Judging him as he decided if he should put the symbiote’s portion in a mug or a cereal bowl. “How much d’you want?”

“I do not know.” The symbiote’s voice echoed within it as it hadn’t made an external mouth.

A mug it was then, at least there’d be less waste if it learned that it didn't like coffee. Flash poured its portion into one of the off white mugs–which matched the off white dishes that were all he had now that he'd come back to life–and set it in front of his guest.

"Have at it," he encouraged it once he'd stood back up and taken a sip of his own. 

Back when Flash was alive and mentoring her, Andi had reveled in showing him mildly fascinating videos. Mainly because it kept him hanging around, but also because she enjoyed the expressions he made at some of them. One of her favorites had been of a magnetic putty slowly engulfing a cube of steel in exactly the same way his symbiote guest was pulling in the cup of coffee.

Flash took another sip.

The symbiote made a gurgling noise.

“Please don’t eat the mug.”

The mug re-emerged from the symbiote’s mass, now empty. 

“Thanks.”

"Coffee is the dirt taste and phenylethylamine is the artificial sustenance?"

"Yeah, probably."

It bobbed its head in some sort of sagely nod. "Eddie now?"

Flash sighed and pulled his phone out of the void in his hip that served as a pocket. Navigating to Eddie’s contact information was rote by now, but this time he actually hit the call button before he could talk himself out of it. The line rang a few times, enough that Flash thought Eddie might not answer, but on the second to last ring the line picked up. 

"...Hello?" Eddie sounded exhausted. Worn down more than could be justified by the admittedly late hour.

"Eddie, I've been meaning to talk to you for a while. I need you to come over–" Flash was no longer in control of his body. 

There was a presence. It built and shifted Flash’s body and for a second he thought he was reverting to a dragon in the middle of his tiny kitchen. Instead he grew taller and bulkier, his already dense and cramped body somehow becoming more so.

“Flash?” The presence in his body called out. It looked around Flash’s kitchen with Flash’s eyes. Furrowed a crease into Flash’s brow when it caught sight of the symbiote loafed on Flash’s linoleum. Canted his head to one side. “What are you doing here?”

It came to meet the new god, the presence knew. Flash had no idea how it knew. He’d only felt the barest tickle, but the presence’s knowing had let him know.

The presence frowned Flash’s face.

“Sure, but what are two symbiotes doing in an apartment? I’m not hard for you to find.” Unimpressed.

Flash caught on the last thing the presence said, not hard to find… 

Nonthreatening, exuded from the visiting symbiote. “Having coffee,” it said.

“Of course.” The presence sighed reflexively and Flash realized that was the first breath it had taken. Every spoken word had been made without air. “And who is this?” It gestured at Flash’s body with his own hands. Or maybe not. The hands were Flash’s in that he could feel them move even if he wasn’t the one moving them, but they weren’t his. The hands were bigger, callused and scarred–but not like Flash’s hands were callused and scarred.

“You do not know?” The new god can not pull the information from his host body?

The new god–oh hell, Eddie–grimaced. “No. It's bad enough that I possessed this symbiote without asking, I'm not going to just pull knowledge out of it for my own satisfaction.”

Flash appreciated it, though he couldn't figure out how to express the feeling. He was too crowded in his own head to try.

“Ah?” Popped out of the foreign symbiote. It really needed a name if it was sticking around. “Unexpected.”

“I'm trying not to be Knull.”

The symbiote fizzed like it was carbonated. “I like that! New god Eddie,  you are within your own dragon.”

“Dragon?” Eddie scrunched his face again.  Flash was never gonna get rid of the wrinkles Eddie was making at this rate. “I don't have any dragons anymore… the only one who was on my side was–”

“Eddie?” A small, tinny voice called from Flash's cellphone. Eddie had set it on the counter thoughtlessly when he’d overtaken Flash and now he picked it back up. A tight feeling pulled across Flash's gut.

“Dylan?”

“Eddie?” Stronger this time, the person on the other end of the line had picked up the phone. “Did you get sucked through the phone this time?”

“No, not yet,” Eddie assured quickly.  “I just got called to help a symbiote.”

“Not ye– a symbiote with a cellphone?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You always say that.”

“And it’s always true.”

“Just tell me where you actually are, Eddie.”

“In the city somewhere. I think– I think I'm in Flash’s apartment.”

Dylan heaved a deep sigh. “Sleeper put your body on the couch. I'm gonna finish making dinner.” Then he hung up.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. 

He closed his eyes, concentrated. Flash felt a pulling sensation in his chest, like being abandoned, as Eddie left. It knocked the wind out of Flash and had him gasping for a breath he didn't really need. 

“Clumsy,” the apple symbiote observed. 

“What?”

“Both of you,” it said. “Like new spawn. I like you.”

“Good to hear.” Flash wasn’t quite sure what else to say.

His cellphone chimed with an incoming message. We do need to talk, Eddie wrote. Here's my address, don't share it, I'm available whenever you're ready. 

[reaperlight]

Ca(n)tivenom

@krisseratops

[umtrem]

some silly hcs about symbiot3

Flash learned to cook from Aunt May, she taught him some of her special recipes. Eddie loves these recipes but never talks about it to Flash, but his other half shares this without Eddie having to talk about it.

Eddie when he returned from a patrol, found Flash cooking and dancing in the kitchen. Both Eddie and the symbiote were enchanted by this privileged view.

The symbiote likes romantic movies and likes to try to convince Eddie to be more romantic with Flash and imitate everything the movies do. Eddie thinks this is nonsense from his significant other, and Flash likes these cliché encounters.

[dagreninjagurl]

Venom #28 2023 (SPOILERS)

Sleeper and Toxin’s friendship is growing from these 2 panels. Sleeper is protecting Toxin from a blast 💥

Toxin is FINALLY BONDED with Bren. Their bond is underrated tbh.

OKAY OKAY IM ACTUALLY EXCITED FOR THIS CUZ FLASH THOMPSON IS BACK AND HES ACTUALLY GONNA APPEAR MORE LATER!!!!!

Last thing is sleeper cat 🐈

[symbiotic-slime]

venom characters + pride flags

and a hyperspecific one I made for my friend

[aamy2100982]

this can perfectly be a symbiot3 situation, just because Venom puts 90% of the things they find in their mouth (trust me)

[vulpinesaint]

awesome seeing the other people who have been a host to the symbiote cause it’s like. okay there are other people who really liked being venom and care about the symbiote and obviously feel affectionate toward it. but eddie brock is an extra special little freak about it for sure

[tsartistry]

And then what happened, some people say

Flash Thompson's goodwill toward Eddie Brock shriveled and died that day.

[soodoonimin]

So I am kinda curious. I’ve been reading the homecoming series, land before crime, all the way through to Venom Rex and in the comics it seems Symby is very fond of Flash (as mush if not more than they are of Eddie) so why does the fandom not like that ship as much? Or am I just imagining things? Lol