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 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.
❞
Silvered brows furrowed, brought together beneath consideration’s stave. Sokovia had cared little for the heroes of America, fighting instead with blood and innocent lives’ ruin where the West believed in suited saviours and holy, noble knights; his presence amongst them, counted erroneously amongst those to fight and live for the defence of all humanity ( a defender was he, a protector of Sokovian masses, but nevermore would he lay down his life for a construct of the unknown), had conjured no will to learn, no drive to remember, which ignoble saviours donned which tattered robe.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Pietro countered, accent thick and memories thicker at remembered Sokovia’s flight. “Or have you not heard of the fate of Sokovia? Continue with your spiel, no doubt I shall pretend to listen.”
Head bows in surprising remorse, his lips singed with the dry burn of an idea that he may have hit a nerve. He can feel disdain in the air, an eloquent reminder that he can still be one of the most out of place in the motley crew of self-proclaimed heroes; labelled as the loner more often than he would like. He recalls small details, enough to help him remember that not everyone could be as lighthearted as him when they have faced the horrors of war, terrorism and violence.
❝ Ah jeez I
—Look, I didn’t mean it that way. Sorry. ❞
james is naturally not a very trusting person; he’s quiet, reserved, and keeps to himself unless completely necessary. he barely even trusts his own system — the only solid reason that he’s doing his work under the canadian government is because he doesn’t want to get pinned under the law.
there’s… complications.
he tries to make the best of it. but with the government, resources are far from scarce, and that’s a privilege that james isn’t sure he wants to give up.
at the mention of poutine, he actually gives a little laugh. way to go, spider.
❝ HONESTLY, I’m so happy you guys figured out how to put cheese on fries.
'Betcha this is all part of the Canadian Master Plan. Win over their stomachs and you’ll win over their LOYALTY.❞
He paces the room, looking around with eyes filtering between burgundy and mahogany, realizing just how little he actually knew of James, glancing at him to watch cheekbones that could cut glass, the reserved eyes that held much more delicate info then poutine recipes.
“ WHAT’S spider man doing in Manhattan during this time of the year? Hasn’t been a lot of crime around — has there? “
❝ Nahhh
— I’m just tired of hanging ‘round BROOKLYN, decided to change it up today. I don’t really get time off — Well, I do but I’m spending it as S.H.I.E.L.D’s grocery list shopper. Who knew I had so much potential. ❞
laughter, subdued but nonetheless sweet, echoes off her tongue and into his palm. a kiss is deposited, soft against the rough ridges &healed wounds. limbs shift, frame adjusting to the space he takes up and the way the bed SINKS beneath their weight.
❛ what else would i be? ❜
The ends of his lips curl, a tiny wisp of a breath he didn’t know he was keeping escaping him. His tired form crumples under her, placing his forehead against her own, eyes delicate with WARMTH as they drank her in.
❝ Just checkin’
—
Don’t go growing grey hairs on me, now. ❞
Gwen heaved a breath and leaned back against her locker with a roll of her eyes. She got it–Peter was shy as hell when it came to talking to people but how was she supposed to help if he wasn’t going to tell her the situation? Sure, she had an idea, but it would look really silly if she just blurted out and started implying.
❝Doesn’t sound like nothing.❞
She watched him pace, lips pursed and arms folded over her chest and would wait for him to address her which, thankfully, wasn’t as long as she expected.
❝Try this, just blurt it out so I can help you. Because you know I would do anything for ya, but you’re gonna have to give me more than nothing.❞
❝ I wanna ask out GWEN. ❞
The words come out a hundred miles per hour, as if he was stepping on the breaks and only now he finallylet go. His steps bring him dangerously close to her so that only she can hear the words, paranoid that any other ears might hear his testimony. For a moment he forgets what personal space is before blood red embarrassment flushes his cheeks. It only lasts for a second, stomping away on his heel with one hand running through a mop of brown hair.
❝ Sorry, sorry, just
—
I’m HOPELESS, okay? I mean, I’ve liked her since forever and I just
— I don’t know. Does she even know who I am? ❞
The GRIN she flashes is WICKED; that kind of grin that made you wonder if she hadn’t THROWN herself in front of the boy on the skateboard JUST to rope him into buying her a coffee. But she wasn’t THAT much of a criminal mastermind, was she? The world may never know!
“ C’mon, it’s only a couple blocks. You’ll be back to crashing into people before you know it. And you never told me your NAME”
She jerks her thumb in the direction that she was headed and begins to lead. She doesn’t bother to check to make sure he is following, he either would or he wouldn’t. It didn’t make much difference to her, she was out of the apartment… Another argument with her mother had driven her out onto the streets… And therefore she deserved some coffee.
Every inch of him is bleeding some sense of CONFUSION, the smallest tinge of fear creeping up his spine when her lips curl into a MONSTER of a grin. Some underlying awareness of guilt gnaws at him, warping his face in exasperation when he realizes that it may be in his best interest to appease this girl, maybe by some extension of his own personal sense of responsibility: or simply because he really had nothing else to do until he gets called in; hence the SKATEBOARD.
He relents, in one swift motion mounting his board and shoving off, catching up easily to the blonde.
❝ I’m PETER —
And I hope you don’t get abagel with that or somethin’. ❞
