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an independent mary jane watson rp account.
primarily earth-616 and headcanon based. selective and sporadic activity.
written by mads (she/they, 27 years old) this blog is 21+ only.
MEMES. HEADCANONS.
an independent rp blog for FEYRE ARCHERON. as written by mads. 21+ only.
his words come out on impulse, a cold snap, timbre callous and ruthless ... after all this time, peter knows how to hit mary jane where it hurts -- he's taken note of all of her insecurities, sworn to handle them with caution, attempting to only ever erase them from her mind. even with how volatile things had gotten between them in the past, it was a line he'd never cross: until now.
he wont reflect on this moment until later. for now, he acts on instinct, so casually cruel, devoid of any typical peter parker traits. he's numb to her retort, face blank. the black spandex tucked under his clothes infects his thoughts, weaponizing everything he knows, pushing away those he cares about the most until there is nothing left for him.
one last final push, his jaw clenches : a sarcastic laugh. " really, mary jane? you want me to be honest with you? that is a joke. how ... no, why would i ever trust you with anything? you don't even care about anyone but yourself. "
"SHUT UP, PETER! just shut up!" it's his laugh that sets her off -- so harsh and dismissive, as if he had called her crazy. the mockery menacing and delivered with a frightening ease, it stings like a slap to the face, thrown out with such reckless abandon. targeted fury channeled through the pain wells up inside her. it carries her forward, now just inches between them, as she glares up at him in agonized horror. her arms flail, as if they were desperate to grab onto something that's no longer there. she wants to shake or smack him -- anything to crack through.
the weight of his words hit her hard as a simple truth is revealed. again, he confirms what she'd always feared -- his longstanding secret that continued to hover over them, forever keeping them at a careful distance. the one she she'd given up on hoping he would finally share. he didn't trust her with it. the realization is devastating -- the worst part knowing, deep down, he was right. she had done nothing to deserve that trust.
was all of this her fault? had her rejection of his proposal affected him this deeply? it was impossible to grasp the notion of someone who didn't trust her, possibly caring this much. green eyes search frantically, desperate to find some semblance of the peter she knew. "after everything -- do you really think i'd still be here right now if i didn't care about you? if you didn't mean something to me? if i wasn't worried about you? jesus, peter, i barely recognize you---"
@citysavior asked : i always thought there was more to you. turns out i was wrong. ( x )
she's used to the quick witted banter that they always managed to brush off. words thrown carelessly back and forth for years, some hitting harder than others, but still with a mutual understanding of the lines they would never cross. but now, after everything they had gone through -- this feels different, as it's hurled at her with a vitriol she isn't used to. her concerns now justified -- reflected by his new black suit sprawled across every front page paper, he had changed.
within a breath, her worst fear becomes true, as he echoes a voice she had spent her life trying to drown out. years of desperate attempts to ensure he would never see her the way she had been conditioned to see herself immediately reveal themselves to have been to no avail. suddenly she feels small and inept -- shallow and useless, but there's nowhere to hide. his brown eyes cold and unfamiliar, it takes everything she has not to crumble under the heavy weight of his hardened gaze.
she stares at the ground, resisting the urge to curl inside of herself and disappear. her voice lacks its usual bravado, but still carries conviction, as she finally glances up. "don't punish me for trying to be your friend, peter. you can't keep blaming me for wanting different things. not when you've never been honest with me."
# 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑹 : a semi-private writing blog for 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 of marvel's earth - 616, by moose. ( they / them, 24, minors dni. ) established 2013. anyone can win a fight when the odds are easy. it's when the going's tough ─ when there seems to be no chance : that's when it counts. from out of the pain ... out of the agony ... comes triumph!
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TAG GAME: MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISM GUIDE
EYES: ㅤㅤavoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking HANDS: ㅤㅤclasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by MOUTH: ㅤㅤchews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused LEGS:ㅤㅤ bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs criss crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps HAIR: ㅤㅤ runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face
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@osheir asked : was any of it real? ( x )
it's a simple question, but impossible for her to answer -- an unreliable narrator if there ever was one. looking back, her memory is overwhelmed by late, drunken nights, stars in her eyes and hair blowing in the wind as they drove around the city. clouded by a frivolous haze of ingenuity -- everything seemed so easy then. of course, they knew better now, as all bubbles were meant to burst. even mary jane couldn't outrun the inevitable.
she remains evasive, even as she becomes acutely aware of every misstep that has led them here. their short attempt at a fling had been fraught with miscommunication and secrets constantly hovering over them. in large part thanks to her, and her incessant habit of always having one foot out the door -- constantly looking over her shoulder, always veered towards peter without so much as an ounce of subtlety. guilt wracks her now -- she should have tried to help harry when she still stood a chance.
palms flat against the table, she leans forward -- the tension palpable and her heart racing with the increasing severity of the moment. practically pleading, green eyes are big and desperate -- she knows she owes him sincerity. " i care about you, harry. always have. we both do. that's real. nothing's ever changed that. i'm sorry if something ever made you think otherwise. we just want to help. but look at what happened to peter -- you don't have to do this. this -- this isn't the answer. just give us some more time, and we'll figure something else out. "
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" i know you don't mean that -- " he plays defense, only a passive approach of dodging, senses spiking with every second. he knows the battle she's going through, experienced it himself: the feeling of power, addicting and relentless, capturing you and eating you from the inside out until you're merely a vessel for the creature. the difference is, mary jane is strong. it's a fact that he keeps reminding himself of in attempt of calming the panic, ( an impossible feat, so it seems / throat tightening as he hears the voice he knows, his MJ. ) if it's a clever trap, he falls right into it, cautiously dropping from above to move in closer to provide comfort. web-fluid shoots another car as a hopeful means to an end. " you can do it. i know you're stronger than this thing ... you're the strongest person i know, mary jane. "
" NO! " she shrieks again, the blast from the car alarm piercing her ear drums like needles to the brain. the pain that wracks through her body causes mj to lose her grip on the hood, tearing the metal frame into shreds like it's nothing. what's left of mary jane is drowned out by voices that prey on her inadequacies -- tauntingly reminding her of her glaring weaknesses. you're nothing. you're weak. just like your mother -- all she sees is red. blinded by her anguish, she hurls the remaining shrapnel at peter's head, " YOU DON'T KNOW ME. YOU NEVER REALLY DID. " her hair curls around his waist, slamming him against the concrete with all of her force, " I WASN'T STRONG BEFORE. " she's fast -- her reflexes immediate, hair tightening around his throat before he has a chance to bounce back, quickly flinging him into the air. "BUT I SURE AM NOW!" the monster practically cackles, baring her fangs, a grin so grotesque and vindictive. " THAT JUST KILLS YOU, DOESN'T IT?! KNOWING YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL ANY MORE. NOT HAVING SOMEONE TO DEPEND ON YOU NOW. YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS DOESN'T NEED YOU ANY MORE. SO STOP THE PRESSES, BABY, 'CAUSE THIS TIME WE'RE SURE MAKIN' A NAME FOR OURSELVES. "