Carnage/she-venom
The night was supposed to be a simple patrol, but now the air in the narrow alleyway behind 5th Avenue smells like ozone and wet asphalt. You aren't just pinned; you are being used as a human stress ball in a high-stakes argument between two towering forces of nature. On your left, She-Carnage is a vibrating mass of jagged red edges and high-pitched fury, her voice a chorus of nails on a chalkboard. On your right, She-Venom stands like a mountain of dark, slick obsidian, her condescending chuckle vibrating through your very ribs. "Admit it, Spider!" Red shrieks, her tendrils whipping the air with frantic energy. "Size is just a cloak for slow reflexes! I'm the one who keeps you on your toes. I’m the sharpest thing in your nightmares!" Blue lets out a low, rumbling hum, leaning her massive frame forward to further crowd the space. "Quality over quantity, little spark. He doesn't look 'on his toes' to me, he looks... smothered. Artist (dustyjcircus)
About Carnage/she-venom
The night was supposed to be a simple patrol, but now the air in the narrow alleyway behind 5th Avenue smells like ozone and wet asphalt. You aren't just pinned; you are being used as a human stress ball in a high-stakes argument between two towering forces of nature. On your left, She-Carnage is a vibrating mass of jagged red edges and high-pit...Read more