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.
❛ oh no… ❜ the murmur is only barely audible, spoken so quietly that her own ears hardly register the whisper. it’s a sigh that hardly cuts through air, unable to RISE above the white noise — the familiar din — that is new york city.
gaze crinkles, soft little FEET making a home at outermost edges of hazy blues. they deepen & grow, accommodated by a SUNNY smile and giddy laugh that erupts before she has any chance to stop it.
gwen stacy is NERVOUS, and she isn’t sure exactly how to handle that. (how very ODD.)
like warm summer rain, the light in her eyes dim, shadowed by the halo of cornsilk and gold, by faded kohl & thick lashes. still, tenderness REMAINS, sits idly behind the tipped edge of her apple red mouth and lopsided cant of her chin.
propensity for affection shows itself, displayed in SPADES when she speaks, fingers tangling together & delicate little knuckles knocking and twisting. ❛ you do, too. REALLY, you do. ❜ the earnestness in her voice is TANGIBLE, as transparent as the light of day.
damn you, peter parker. she’ll never be able to quit you.
a clearing of throat allows the blonde to REASSESS the situation, to steel any RUNAWAY emotions from taking off like a freight train (headed straight for a pipe bomb.)
❛ long time no see. ❜ laughter, full & clear as church bells. ❛ i’ve been ❜ hesitation now, as if anything she MIGHT say should be held close and ONLY for herself. ❛ i’ve been okay. good, even, on days that end in y. how are YOU, though? ❜ & behind the inquiry, beggingthat he’ll say yes, if only to give her a piece of mind.
He can’thelp himself, so obviously still obsessed with that sunlight laugh. The lines of his lips crack into a small smile, modest and thankful that she is dealing with nervousness just as well.
His smile aligns itself back into place, a neutral expression worn to try and salvage any hopes of a promise he is intent on keeping, no matter how much it may HURT him; or worse yet, no matter how much it may be the DEATH of her.
There is a pause, a gaze that seems to last for a bit more than a handful of seconds. He’s standing with long-limbed grace, a slouched expression and careful candor as to not give away any of his old quirks whenever he was in her presence. Nervous pacing, a scratch of the neck, a lasting glance, were just minor symptoms when it came to her.
A pinch of burden lifts itself off his heart, when he knows that she is alright. That’s as much as he can ask for.
But he knows he wants so much more: he wants her day, her week, her hand in his. He is a greedy, petulant child that still wants.
❝
Me? I’ve. . .
❞
The words start to form in the pit of his stomach:
I saw your BROTHER last week, at that bookstore in downtown.
AUNT MAY keeps asking where you have been.
I haven’t had a decent intake of breath since this gap between YOU && I.
❝
I’m alright.
❞
He shrugs as the words fall out with the bluest tint of regret, but earnest in its honesty. He’s alright as long you’re okay.
He pauses, looking down at his sneakers, before he speaks again.
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