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.
‘ you should never ever follow me, but instead you do. you follow me and you wound up puking out your guys and watching me unalive people, its…
you were dumb, spidey. really dumb. ’
❝ —I follow youbecauseTHIS happens! This isn’t how we do it, okay? You don’t stoop to their level! I
— C’mon. . . With all the noise you made, ya’ probably got everyone’s attention now. No. That’s it. No more KILLING, got it? ❞
Eyes widen, a curious gaze lighting up like a torch.
Her assertiveness, an unwillingness to accept anything but a no hidden in her voice, a careful sweep of nervousness hidden under the rug. There is a minor battle in his mind, a tiny desire in his heart and a voice of reason that chains it.
( Coffee won’t kill you. )
A small grin curls at the ends of his lips, his decision made just as quickly as he can answer her.
It’s the same thing once again–the same fight they have had over these past few months. Eyes watch as he paces back & forth trying to find the right words to day–but she can already assume what is going to come out of his mouth. Lips thin as she takes a few steps closer to him.
Gently, she raises her hands to his face; placing one on each cheek in hopes of locking her gaze with his own. to offer some sort of peace to his turmoil.
❝ –Peter. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. To us. Even if my father was here–this isn’t his choice. ❞
He places heavy, guilt-ridden palms on hers, laying his forehead on her own. He can feel a part of his rib-cage fall apart and re-stitch itself over and over again. She is a reprieve he never deserved.
He stares into a pool of emerald, hazel hues looking for some sort of forgiveness from beyond. He is counting the number of times he has done this, a terrible habit that grips him, letting a ghost dictate his actions, before running right back like a sad dog.
He wants to kiss her without the poison, hold her without the walls closing in, Love her without a car crash waiting around the corner.
He wants to give up the ghost so badly.
❝
–
That’s it, Gwen. He isn’t here. That’s my fault. All of it. I own that.
❞
He takes her hands and folds them over, untangling them with such care that you would believe they were made of precious porcelain.
He steps back, a finality in his heel that makes him tremble with fear, a look of torment stitched across his face when he has to physically distance himself before he can cave again and againand again.
❝ I
– I’m a walking disaster. I can’t… I can’t let anything happen to you too. ❞
Laughter leaves him then, sounding hauntingly more like the Goblin himself than Harry albeit not nearly as high pitched as the beast’s own cackle. Scars litter pale skin as he takes another step forward, a familiar wicked grin crossing his lips all the while.
❝ You didn’t really think I’d bother staying in that shit hole, did you, Peter?
❞
He feels exposed, the one person who knew all his secrets was out running amok in the public. The laughter is like a ghost with his hand down his spine, gripping and threatening to tear him apart. But he does not falter when he steps forward, ashen skin and all. He plants both feet to the ground, hoping that he can ground this encounter here and now.
❝ Herr’, I don’t care. I dunno how you found me, but you can’t be out here. ❞
{ ☣ }; He is a web of frantic limbs, pacing back and forth before sweeping a wide arc to face her. His eyes are a shipwreck, hazel like the last cinders of a fire, washed away before the storm can arrive.
His words are fragile, made of broken porcelain and eggshells, plastic teeth and a thickness in his lungs that leaves his voice coarse and disgusting.
❝I— I can’t — Gwen. I keep seeing him. I can’t do this. ❞
❛ magic. yes. no. sometimes. only when i’m drinking. ❜
she fired back the answers to his question in RAPID SUCCESSION, nearly as quickly as they had been thrust into the still dusty space that had previously occupied the chaos H E had created, but she had grown used to a quick wit && quips.
❛ that about sum it up ? ❜
❝ Alright, alright, hear me out—- the whole MAGIC thing, did you know about it all along or was it kind of like —- I dunno… you woke up on your birthday with a pony appearing outta’ nowhere? ❞
A SURPRISED gasp escaped pink glossed lips, aquamarine hues widening in shock at the sight of the boy crashing ( abruptly )
before her eyes. Acting on pure instinct, she dropped to a crouch beside
him, hands reaching out to offer him aid in getting up from his
position( now sprawled)on the floor. Her expression was
sheepish, conveying the notion that perhaps she considered herself to
be to blame for the incident ( in fairness, she most likely was at fault ).
At a loss for what else to do, she spoke, frantic words tumbling freely
from her lips in a string of incoherent babble.
❛ I’mso—— I was just—— are
you OKAY? ❜
{ ☣ }; In fairness, he barely feels a thing from the physical pain. What hurts is the achingly awkward position he’s quite literally fallen into. He turns his head, catching sight of her visage blurring into a crouch.
( Okay, so… Spider-sense does not , in fact, perceive random girls on the street as threats. At least I wasn’t in costume for that. Daily Bugle, eat your heart out. )
He half-expected her to just walk right past him or, what was more likely in NEW YORK CITY, tell him to ‘watch it ’. Instead, he finds her open palms and disjointed words held out for him. He tilts his head towards her, gazing up with wide, hazel eyes and flushed cheeks. He blinks, expecting some sort of reprimand, barely paying attention to what she’s saying before he realizes she is asking if he was okay.
❝ Yeah, yeah it’s—it’s no problem, honestly. ❞
He takes one slender hand, the crust of debris and pavement agitating his palm when he finds hers for support. Once he is back up on both mud-stained sneakers, his lips start to form into an awkward purse before he attempts to speak again.
❛ uh, yeah. been in geneva, had something about –– medicine. y’know, gotta help the business. can’t sit around in money.
… i’m great.
❝ That’s
—
that’s good… I’m glad to hear it. ❞
Lips tense into a purse, The bluest tinge of nostalgia playing at his words.
❝I guess you’ve been busy… Running OSCORP an’ all, now. Sorry, I just uh… I dunno. ❞
He’s about to speak again, mouth already slightly agape before he decides better against it.
