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 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.
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? ❞
If we kissed: [x] This wouldn’t happen. (too obsessed with gwen tbh) [] Oh disgusting. [] Again, again. [] Kiss you back. [] Let’s take this to the bedroom. [] Slap/Push you away.
If you asked me out I’d say: [] Um no. [x] YES. (HE’S TOO OBLIVIOUS but would probably back off once he realizes what it actually w as) [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?: [] No. [] Ew. [x] Sure. [] YES.
Sex?: [] Let’s do it. [] No. You can’t handle my d. [] FUCK YES. [x] No. (my poor awkward bb)
Should you reblog this?: [] Yes. I want to send you one. [] Yes. [x] No. (u already did the thing)
❝Thanks, I’d like to know if I’m friends with a serial killer.❞
Head tipped, Gwen followed his nervous gaze before focusing back on Peter with a raised brow and a very amused smile.
❝Uh, yeah, we’re friends. And sure you don’t, I’m not blind y’know. Just because you think I can’t see you–superpowers, remember? I can tell when you’re watching. So what is it you need help with, exactly?❞
She had an idea but Gwen found it amusing watching him squirm–so much that she didn’t even bother to correct him on his word choice.
He’s staring down at battered sneakers; avoiding eye-contact a trademark of his when he’s trying not to say what he really wants to say. He’s starting to pace back and forth in front of her locker now, short steps taken with no obvious direction. It’s hard enough as is trying to keep his AUTOPILOT feature of a mouth from going off.
❝ NOTHING
—
I mean not—not nothing, it’s—it’s nothing important anyway, just… I dunno. ❞
( Does her repertoire include mind-reading? Could be useful right now. If you’re reading my mind, hi Gwen. I’ll explain the spider powers later but for all that is good in the world help me ask out GWEN STACY. )
❝Hey Peter–uh, yeah, it is. Buuut I guess I can help, what’s up? You don’t need help hiding a body, do you?❞
❝ No, but uh, I’ll give you a HEADS UP if my life ever goes down that way—
❞
A quick look over his shoulder, than her own, before he can finally breathe a sign of relief. He purses his lips, trying to find the right words before realizing that whatever he says still has implications because this is HIGH-SCHOOL and everything has IMPLICATIONS.
❝ You
— You know GWEN, right?
The other Gwen, I mean. The blonde one. GWEN STACY — I mean, of course you’d know her since, y’know, I see you talk to her. Not sayin’ I pry or anything! Just I
— I see you guys, put two and two… Anyway, sorry just
— You
— You like, conversate with her, right? ❞
