If we’re gonna be friends, we gotta establish some ground rules.
i. My main portrayal of Peter Parker is based off of Marc Webb's The Amazing Spider-Man. I don’t have expert knowledge of the comics and I won’t pretend that I do. (Reading them right now as we speak though).
ii. This is a private blog, meaning I will only RP with mutuals. Even then, I am very selective - please don't take it personally. I usually only follow back people that I can foresee having a future interaction with.
iii. Paras, novellas, one-liners: you name it, I can probably do it.
iv. I love to ship (like, alot), but I will never force a ship on you. Likewise, please don't force a ship on me. Chemistry & build-up is key!
v. I don't do smut/nsfw. If anything, I will probably fade to black if it comes up.
vi. This blog is OC/AU/Multi-verse friendly!
vii. I am prone to winging it and random plotlines. If you want to start plotting, don't be afraid to approach me about it!
viii. I'm terribly disorganized so slow or lost replies are going to happen eventually. Sorry 'bout that, just bare with me!
ix. That being said, I also reserve the right to drop a thread if I feel that it has run its course, but don't be shy to start plotting up new ideas with me!
x. I track #amazingarachnid, my askbox is always open, and my skype is available upon request. Don't hesitate to come talk to me about plots/ideas/whatever!
ABOUT
Name: Peter Benjamin Parker
Aliases: Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, Spidey, Webhead, Webslinger, Wallcrawler.
Age: 20-years-old.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'10" | 177cm
Weight: 167 lbs | 75kg
Occupation: Freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle
Education: Biophysics major at Empire State University
Powers: Superhuman strength, agility, reflexes, durability; spider-sense, ability to cling to most surface.
Equipment: Artificially-created web-shooters with special adhesive properties.
Interpretation
These are my goals for portraying my main-verse, MCU!Peter as humanly canon as possible. For this, I have drawn from various sources including both the TASM movies; comments from Marc Webb, Stan Lee and Andrew Garfield; as well as elements from the 616 comics and my own interpretation of Peter Parker.
bent, not broken
Peter Parker’s life is shrouded in equal parts secrecy and tragedy. The mysterious circumstances of his parents’ deaths left him a lonely childhood laced with anxiety and hardship. However, no amount of isolation could extinguish the compassion, wit and intelligence he carries with him throughout his life. His ability to crack a joke in the face of danger says a lot about himself as a person—playfulness is in his nature.
His years of being a social outcast result in his individualistic, loner style. He seeks friendship and affection, but is painfully shy when it comes to actual human contact. As someone who spent a majority of his life being bullied and feeling rejected, he yearns to find his place in the world. Any attempt to interact outside his comfort zone would be tentative at best, but fueled by a hidden desire to feel accepted.
with great power
Upon gaining his powers, Peter was finally living the dream of being stronger; being free from the human limitations he was born into. But when he subsequently loses his beloved uncle, it instills an indomitable sense of justice in him. Peter finds the courage to use his powers for good, and that speaks volumes on the kind of person he is: when the world has taken everything away from him, he still chooses to believe in good and fights for it, even if there is a cost. Above all else, he wants to do right by the world, and he is constantly reminding himself that doing the right thing is worth all the blood, tears and heartache.
When he puts on the mask and takes on the persona of Spider-Man, Peter lets his playful nature take over. He is no longer the achingly awkward, nerdy student; he is the quippy web-slinging vigilante protecting New York City. The mask lets out his lighthearted, lovable personality that has been dormant for so long. Spider-Man gives him the strength to express this more actively without the mask on in his everyday life.
haunted
Despite all his strength, his greatest fear is being incapable of protecting those he loves. He cannot bear the thought of losing someone else, and the deaths of those he could not save will be something he has to cope with time and time again. He carries that burden with him everywhere he walks. New York City is a huge area, and Peter knows that there will be times when people call for help and he will not be around. He constantly dreads the idea that someone more powerful than he can imagine will come to take away everything he has left: and he will be cast back into unbearable solitude once again. This is one of his greatest motivating factors, so that this does not ever happen to him or anyone else ever again.
reckless, wild youth
Above all else, Peter is young, and always growing. He continues to change and shift, constantly coming to terms with his past and working for a brighter, safer future. So this is my baseline, the starting point for both him and I, where I hope to help Peter flourish in all of his masks: the hero, the everyday man, the muse, but always as a person.
Peter Parker and Spider-Man are one and the same.
Canon!verse. Peter Parker is a graduate of Midtown High and now attending ESU. Freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle by day, full-time web-slinging vigilante by night.
AU!verse. Still attending Midtown High. Still living in Queens next-door to a loveable redhead. Still best friends with a multi-million dollar heir. Still second best in his class. Still trying to figure out how this "hero" thing works. Any speculative events on Peter's future, as well as any alternative realities to the canon are also placed in this verse.
Avenger!verse. After being contacted by S.H.I.E.L.D, he's now the newest member of the Avengers, working on a provisional basis. Job description include team-ups, stopping extra-terrestial invasions, and buying groceries.
She’s amused at how easily embarrassed he gets but Gwen wouldn’t outright laugh at him. His crush on Ms. Stacy was adorable and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel worse for his pursuit; especially since he worked up a lot of nerve to ask her for help. So she didn’t say anything and even when he invaded her personal space ( something she hates ) Gwen bit down on her sarcastic tongue to spare his feelings.
❝I can see why you like her, she’s sweet. Honestly, she’s the only one around here besides you who treats me like a normal person. And uh.. she mentioned you take really nice photos, so she’s obviously noticed you.❞
Gwen clicks her tongue and lifts a finger to scratch her cheek in thought. Operation Peter Parker’s Love Life was officially a go; she just had to break him out of his awkward shell.
❝Should I clear my entire world-saving schedule for this? Seriously though, why can’t you ask her out? The worst she can say is no and I don’t think she would. C’mon. Ask me out right now, practice what you’d say.❞
❝ Practice asking you out. . ? Alright, I guess I’ve got nothin’ to lose. ❞
He makes a good show of clearing his throat, the sound resonating through the lockers. He was lucky there was barely anyone else in the hallway, for he definitely would have drawn a lot more attention than he was supposedly trying to avoid.
It was more out of necessity, trying to shake off the nerves of (pretend) asking his crush out, as well as to quip about the convenience of Ms. Tennyson and Ms. Stacy sharing the same name. He sweeps the hallway one last time, sheepish eyes filtering up and down the trodden space before becoming satisfied enough to finally speak. He had some pre-supposed plan of what he would say, but it’s obvious halfway through that his classic autopilot feature took over and swept away any conversation he thought of ahead of time.
❝ Um Hey GWEN. How are you doing?
Listen, I was wondering if if you liked movies? I mean, of course you like movies who doesn’t like movies? Unless you don’t, which is which is cool, too. Nothing weird about that. Not sayin’ it’s weird it’s just just, yeah, I mean, so… I was thinking maybe we could, if, if you’re free some time and you don’t mind, like, just let me know. You have my number right? I should…
I should make sure she has my number, right? Or do I ask for hers? How long should I wait before I text her? Or, or is texting a bad idea? Is calling better? Do I seem too clingy if I call? Aw jeez, I didn’t think this through. ❞
The first time I see you,
you’re just a girl.
A crush. An affection that
I held far too long to be
considered healthy.
With wide-eyed admiration,
I was witness to your success
in-class and out. Yours was a
mind made of lime and marble,
impenetrable from the outside
world. Outwitting the other boys
in class must have been a hobby
for you. I never imagined you
would know how I really felt.
I couldn’t bare to lose
the candid photographs,
the debates over chemistry and physics,
or the pointless questions
for erasers and pens.
I didn’t want to afford a risk
that you didn’t need.
The second time I see you,
you’re in trouble.
It’s the first time you see me:
all of me, and I was scared shitless.
But we spent one sunny afternoon
memorizing each other to sense-memory
to the point that I knew where the curve
of your neck met that wonderful face of yours
and I could spend days counting the geography
of your golden blonde hair
and lose count at a thousand
and start over again.
I never knew there would be
a time that I would miss
these small moments so much.
I never knew that
I was in trouble too.
The third time I see you,
you’re my path.
You were endless roads
countless possibilities,
a future that I could hope for.
My first love that sent
electricity coursing
through my blood
and made me learn
what it meant to say,
“she makes me want to be
better than I am.”
I showed you my world
the one that saw all the hues of the city,
and bathed in the glow
of street-lights and tv screens.
The first girl that cleaned up my blood
and told me, "be careful next time.”
before I stumbled back in
with new wounds, and a dopey grin.
You were an outstretched hand
that I took too eagerly.
The fourth time I see you,
you’re a promise
that I should have kept.
A tragedy that left me
cradling your head
in the dead silence of night.
You gave me three words
and all I gave in return
was your life cut short.
A short-lived tragedy
that still has no ending.
And there are things now
that you would never know:
that I pinched myself
for five months
and prayed to god
that I would wake up;
that I spent sleepless nights
trying to purge you from my system
and messaged a ghost number
over and over again,
reminding myself
that your memory
is a haunting reminder
that the heart is a fragile thing;
and so is the head.
I wish I could have protected you.
I wish I could have saved you.
I wish I could have kiss you until
your chest grew warm and
the air returned to your lungs.
Four times was all I had with you.
Four times in my life I met you,
and four is hardly enough
for someone as amazing as you.
ok turns out i won’t be getting wi-fi until FRIDAY apparently and uni is already killing me so give me like 3 more days to figure this all o u t o k a y
the question posed is said in all SINCERITY, her words laced
with genuine curiosity as she seeks an answer. of course, it’s not the
deep philosophical question she’d built it up to be when she had told him
she needed to ask him something, butclose enough. INNOCENT
gaze drifts upward to meet his own, hands fidgeting awkwardly as she
awaits an answer.
she can tell by his expression alone that he’s not
taking her seriously. not even he can mask the evident AMUSEMENT etched
upon his features, from the twitch of his lips to the quirk of his
brow. slender arms fold across her chest, aquamarine hues narrowing as
she huffs out a sigh.
❛ c'mon! I’m being serious - this is an IMPORTANT question. ——— how d'you come up with a cool name? ❜
He can’t help it, really
—
It’s the combination of an exasperated mess of ginger hair and narrowed eyes that leaves him fightingback a mild laugh. She was the only other pdfxon who had his kind of troubles as far as he knew, and that was the reason he left his contact info. When she called him spouting off some rushed importance, he couldn’t believe that this was the issue he was staring back at right now.
Lips threaten to curl into a dopey grin, already on the verge of smiling before he bows his head to try and unsuccessfully hide a chuckle, cursing his luck as he tilts his face back up towards her.
❝
Well
—
I dunno, it was pretty EASY for me. With the spider-bite ‘an all. The hardest part was the costume. Was gonna put a big ‘ S ’ on my chest and wear a cape before I realized that was a dumb idea.
❞
