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.
The last time Peter Parker sees her, she is waving goodbye.
She’s throwing one oddly cheerful arm over her head, a halo of ginger hair that stood as a stark contrast to the dull, lifeless backdrop of winter. She’s smiling, white enamel against pink lips, mouthing something along the lines of ❝ See you later. ❞
He nods from across the street, parting ways with her to make his train back to Queens. He does not prefer to vocalize it from this distance, not willing to draw attention to himself when it didn’t matter. She was the opposite, with hellos and goodbyes thrown over her shoulder at every occasion, generous and warm.
wereconnectxd said: You know what'd be really cool? If you like - had a voice modifier. In the mask. Probably keep your identity hidden better that way. Why do you even bother so much, anyway? Tony and Steve don't bother... Do you have a wife and kids or something? Are you even old enough to get married? How old are you, can you at least tell me that? Like do you go to school still while also being Spider Man? 'Cause I bet that'd be tough.
There are a million ways to describe his FIRST LOVE.
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Here are FIVE.
She is the girl with flaxen hair and emerald eyes. Her sunlit smile alone could cut through thunderstorms and rain clouds, so shamelessly radiant that she isn’t even aware of it. He spent hours memorizing her geography, where the curve of her neck meets her beautiful face, the roses in her cheeks when she blushes, the quiet look of adoration she only ever reserved for him. He has so completely enamored himself with her entire being that he has committed her to MEMORY, so that he can remember eternally what beautyis (Because lord forbid if he ever forgot).
She is the best in class, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Her natural prowess on formulas and hypothesis is unmatched, making children’s games out of essays. She’s invincible on any equation, unfazed by trick questions or defeatist answers. She is WITNESS to all his late excuses in the morning, all his missteps and miscalculations; teasing him unabashed and unconstrained, forcing him to teeter on the edges of nervous and wreck (Because defeat is not an option, because only half-way is not an option, because when they are both in class, they form a treacherous duo).
She is romantic gestures and tiny details. She makes it a point to never forget a name, and from the moment he met her, he was in trouble. (Or was it the other way around?) She’s late night movies and family dinners, coffee-shop meetups and dates taken downtown. She’s 4am phone calls, 5am treks across the city and 6am sunrises. She’s memories cherished by artists and poets. Insignificant, delicate statements made on the couch or on a rooftop at the last slivers of night. (I’m sorry, goodbye, It’s okay, promise?, promise, I love you).
She is human, pain and sadness and grief and all, cursed with a heart that breaks quietly. Subject to drinking from a fountain that PROMISED too much, watching with a brave face when he walks in bruised and bleeding, his limp body laid at her feet. The dry burn of her eyes sting, and it feels like smoke and ash is trapped in her lungs. Nights spent by his admonitions, wearing sleeplessness a cowl, her grieving forgiveness like a saint’s blessing, when she wraps porcelain hands around his head (neck, shoulders, body, heart).
❝ Gwen Stacy. ❞
She is the girl who more than loved him: she held him, healed him, laughed with him, laughed at him, cried for him, waited for him, kissed him until all the ghosts stayed quiet so they could witness light bend. And she was the best part of Peter Parker’s life.
They are 17 and in love, but they don’t know it yet. They are late nights and transit rides, book readings and movie nights, holy water and fervor. They are happy, until the times when they are not. When they are not, they are together. Because theirs is a sadness they can’t bare without each other. They play hide and seek with ghosts, run tag with their hearts, and live without telling a single fib to one another.
He is the first and last to lie.
The story ends like this.
Thin, lanky, long-limbed and graceless from never letting anyone in. He is pallid skin and lost time, a face in mourning when she says the first quietly heartbreaking thing she has told him in almost 7 years.
❝
i’m trying really hard not to get hurt again.
❞
❝ I
— I just thought…I didn’t know… . ❞
He is searching, hazel eyes investigating any clues she might have left. The folded-over hands, the neutral glance, the forever-lasting scar he left her with.
The ring on her finger.
❝ Sorry. ❞
It’s all he can muster, his lungs on the verge of sinking to the water with the rest of the vessel.
She nods a grimace creasing her porcelain face He is desperate now, watching the curve of her neck, the wisp of her hair, the flicker of her eyelashes, anything for him to hold onto.
But his gripped slipped a long time ago.
❝ I’ll see you around then. ❞
He bundles up his coat, and she says goodbye amicably enough. She is the first to walk away from the scene, his heart betraying him with each step she took.
He has peace in the fact she seems happy enough. Calm. Serene. At peace with all the games they played. Hide and seek with ghosts. Tag with their hearts. Love.
Gwen Stacy’s chapter ends here, with her, alive and well. But Peter Parker’s is a different story.
manaborn said: R.I.P i'm going to hell who's comin with me
Anonymous said: Why do bagpipers walk when they play? They're trying to get away from the noise.
