Who am I?

You sure you want to know? ((Indie RP blog for Peter Parker/Spider-Man as portrayed by Tobey Maguire))

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Spider-Man 2 (2004) Dir. Sam Raimi

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Open Starter

Ah, the theatre district. Where else could flashing marquees, yellow taxis, and large men handing out “free” CD’s be so enchanting? The blackened gum spattered along the pavement added a little spring to Peter’s step. For the first time in weeks- months- he wasn’t late. For his very important date. Without thinking, he reached down into his pocket for a familiar piece of card stock, just to ensure it was still there. “Admit One” to The Importance of Being Earnest, starring Mary Jane Watson. And this time, Peter had come prepared: a modest bouquet, hand-me-down suit, orange tic-tacs (just in case)…

Peter’s hand floated between the buttons of his shirt, feeling the webbed spandex underneath. The other suit… just in case.

Not even Peter’s spider-sense couldn’t stop him from distractedly colliding with someone on the sidewalk. Within a second, he managed to reverse his momentum just enough to keep from dragging the other person down with him. As he scrambled to pick up what was left of his bouquet, he met eyes with the person and smiled apologetically.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

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Firstborn Son- Peter Parker and Harry Osborn

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Harry had known Peter longer than anyone else. Their friendship had had its ups and downs like he supposed most did, but… The presence of the other in his life was comforting and, in fact, one of the only things he had left. He was dangling off a very tall edge and just barely hanging on to a thin thread and he realized that Pete had a lot to do with that.

As the couples danced around them, he tried to ignore them. Most of them looked happy, wearing their masks. What purpose did he have to wear something like that? He had nothing to hide, but he wondered just how many of them did. He spotted the host, Max Shreck, gliding around cheerfully. He remembered some of the things his father had said about the man.

Turning his attention back to Peter, he spotted the camera. He gave a quick half grin. “The Globe, huh? That’s great, Pete. Really.” He had to let out a soft chuckle at the joke. “Yeah. Yeah, they probably do.”

How’s Oscorp? His father’s legacy… Everything that the man he’d spent his whole life trying to impress had built… It was all left to him now. Every day he worried if he was doing the right thing. Every decision he made, he had to think if his father would agree. It ate at him almost constantly and caused him to have quite a few sleepless nights, but he wasn’t about to let on to his best friend that he was struggling at all. He had to keep a straight face.

Harry forced a smile through a clenched jaw. “It’s great. Everything’s great.” It was a lie and one he hoped his closest and only friend didn’t see through. 

He watched his friend smile, tell him that everything was great... And maybe it was. Peter had always known Harry to be stubborn, and he’d had glimpses into his friend’s complicated relationship with his father. Maybe, despite everything, Harry was resilient in the face of Norman’s death. Maybe they had grown so far apart, that by the time Norman died, his missing presence would go unnoticed.

Maybe Harry was okay, and that made Peter’s heart break just a little more.

“I’m so glad to hear that.” Peter smiled back at his friend. Since becoming Spider-Man, a new level of distance had begun creeping into all of his relationships. He could feel it, an invisible mask, even as he shared dinner with Aunt May, or told Mary Jane how much he missed her company. As a protector of the city, that was his price. His sacrifice. Peter felt every ounce of emotional strength grasping for his loved ones, trying to keep from losing any of them altogether. He could feel Harry slipping. He wanted to tell him the truth, tell him everything...

But he could never forget what his friend said at the funeral, the words that haunted Peter to this day.

“Harry... I just wanted to say...” He stopped himself before continuing, making sure to choose his words carefully. “I’m so sorry. I wish... I wish there was something I could do.”

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Not A Perfect World - Vicki and Peter

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Vicki had felt an immediate kinship toward Peter when he started working at the Gotham Globe. She could tell that he was a good kid… Well, young man. He was bright eyed and full of passion and she adored that about him. It didn’t take long for him to take her under her wing when they began working on covering stories together. In fact, she enjoyed going out photographing with him and teaching him some of her tips and tricks. Plus, if she was being honest, it was nice not to have to go it alone after…

She shook herself from the thoughts of just a few years prior. Instead, she focused on their current task at hand. They were out at night, attempting to catch evidence of a new group of vandals near Crime Alley. Her fingers clutched around her camera, eyes closely observing around them. 

From her almost hidden vantage point behind a couple of trash cans, she was just enough out of sight. She kept her voice low, glancing over to Peter. “Believe it or not, this is still not the grossest conditions I’ve been in.”

She was about to explain more when she heard footsteps. Instinctively, she tensed and held tighter to her camera. She glanced down the alley. A small group of men were heading towards them. Her voice was still low, trying to remain calm. “These are probably our guys. Keep hidden. No flash!”

Peter was further behind the trash cans, which was giving him plenty of cover. However, it was difficult to see much of anything. He kept making attempts to peer over Vicki’s shoulder, but he couldn’t possibly get a clear shot of the men. That is, unless he leaned out above her- like the kids looking down the hallway in The Breakfast Club. If he was going to get caught by these guys, he wouldn’t have it be for something as cartoonish as that. He realized his best bet would be to move closer. That way, the pair could get shots from multiple angles. Besides, he’d rather be taking that risk than Vicki.

Peter lightly tapped her on the shoulder, and whispered behind her. “I’m moving up.” Before she could protest, he darted from the area behind the trash cans, to a small car that was parked against the side of the alley. There was about five of them, all turned towards a the brick exterior of a building on the opposite side. He was now only ten feet away from them, close enough to hear them talking. 

“The guy’s a genius!” A man with a deep, booming voice exclaimed, while pulling out a can of spray paint. He was making no attempt to be subtle.

“What, because he leaves clues for the police?” Another, with some indistinguishable European accent, responded.

“He leaves the clues, but they still can’t catch him.” This man was older. There was something dangerous about his voice, like it had spent so many years screaming that it was now a faint hiss. “That, is a genius.”

Peter turned back to Vicki, who was about another ten feet behind him. He motioned for her to get a shot, and he would do the same.

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Bad Idea- Peter Parker and Diana Prince

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She quirked an eyebrow at his explanation. Sure, it made complete sense if you took what he was saying at face value, but it was obvious that there was something else afoot here. Diana had to gently bite down on the inside of her cheek to stifle a bit of a laugh, but she couldn’t completely keep the smile off her face.

“That’s a lot of pizza for one person,” she mused as she continued along by the delivery boy’s side. She could have offered to deliver it for him or guide him to his destination, but she was relatively certain he’d turn it down. “I didn’t even know they made pizzas that big.”

They didn’t make pizzas that large and she knew it, at least not in Gotham, but it would be too easy to just point that out. If she really wanted to Diana knew she could stop this young man, subdue him and take the box from him. It could all be over in the blink of an eye. Except the vibe she was getting from him wasn’t dangerous or one of ill will. In reality she was overly amused that he was so daring. It took a lot of guts to do what he was doing and she respected that.

The pair reached the top of the steps and Diana stopped, gesturing with her hand in front of them. “After you….,” she paused for a moment, “sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She flashed him a full mega-watt smile, hoping it might disarm him just a bit.

Her smile caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but return one of his own. Without taking a moment, he reached out for a handshake with his free arm. “It’s Peter!” Shoot! Why did I say that?! He’d come here with the idea of staying incognito, but that plan had already flown out the window. The best recovery he could make was to keep the little identity he had left a secret. So, he said the first thing that came to his mind: “Peter Piper.” 

God damn it.

He needed a change of tactic, and FAST. “Yeah, it’s actually the biggest size pizza we carry. My boss said it’s for some party that’s taking place here?” A plan had begun to form in Peter’s head. It was absolutely batshit crazy... but it just might work.

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You’re Hired, Kid - Allie Knox and Peter Parker

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Allie had almost forgotten that he’d already introduced himself until the younger man made mention of it. A sense of humor to boot. He liked it. He let out a chuckle, returning the hand shake with equal strength before he let go.

“Right, right. So, before we get stuck in a loop of introductions, why don’t I get to the good stuff?” He gestures back to his desk and the open chair for Peter. “You’re here for a job and, hey, I’m hiring.”

He gives the younger man a grin, heading for his own chair. “Why don’t we skip the usual interview bullshit and you can just tell me why you want the job and why I should hire you.”

Peter laughed nervously at Knox’s direct line of questioning. He was trying not to come across as desperate, but he really needed some additional cash flow. Almost all of his pizza earnings were going towards Mr. Ditkovich’s inconsistent rental fees, and he wanted to treat Aunt May for her birthday the following week. It was the least he could do for someone who spends most of their time giving to others.

“Well, I, uh, wrote a science column, and took pictures for the school paper!” Peter stammered as he opened up his backpack, reaching in to pull out a portfolio of his high school work. Then, he remembered what had given him the courage to walk through the doors of the Gotham Globe in the first place.

“I also... I’ve also taken some photos more recently... Um...” Peter set his backpack on the floor, and leaned in to Knox’s desk. He spoke in an excited whisper. “Have you heard of Spider-Man?”

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Funnel Cake (mun and muse)

You have three wishes. What do you wish for?

“Three, huh? I guess... I’d wish to ace all my classes this quarter... For things to go back to normal with Harry, and MJ...”

Peter looks away, thoughtfully. After twenty seconds, he speaks up, trying to cover a brief break in his voice.

“... To help Uncle Ben finish painting the kitchen.”

((My wishes:

1. To make a decent living pursuing all of my artistic endeavors

2. Be an incredible, carefree chef

3. Adopt a fluffy cat.))

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Deep Fried Butter (both mun and muse!)

What is your biggest guilty pleasure?

“I love soap operas. I used to watch All My Children with Aunt May every day, and we still watch it together... whenever I can get the afternoon off work.”

((Mine is fast food. I love McDonald’s. And Pizza Hut. And Domino’s.... I love them all a little too much.

Oh, here’s a Spidey-themed bonus: I like Amazing Spider-Man 2. Way more than the first one... That is a very guilty pleasure. ))

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Turkey Leg

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

He sees the car out of the corner of his eye as he makes his way down the sidewalk. A tan Oldsmobile 88 with a loose bumper. A man sits in the driver’s seat, his face hidden behind Peter’s reflection in the windshield. The car pulls up beside him, and the driver rolls down his window. 

Uncle Ben.

Peter stands completely frozen in shock. After a few seconds of silence, a single tear streams down his uncle’s face, and the older man shakes his head in shame. The window rolls up, and the car drives away. Peter gasps when a hand lands on his shoulder, and turns around to see Norman Osborn, his face twisted into a horrifying grin. Peter screams as Norman pulls him into a tight embrace.

The sick millionaire strokes his hand through Peter’s hair, as if to soothe a young child.

“My son.”

A pair of razor-sharp teeth sink into Peter’s neck. His hand immediately flies back to swat it away, and a small spider falls to the ground. Norman is gone. In his place, Mary Jane’s cold, lifeless corpse stands as a swaying nest for thousands of spiders. Arachnids crawl in and out of her nostrils, her ears, her mouth, the corners of her eyes... For a moment, her eyes glisten, as if she still has an ounce of consciousness. Then, the body collapses. 

Peter falls to his knees, his sobs completely drowning out his ability to see. His ears manage to pick up a faint gunshot in the distance. He wearily pulls himself to his feet, following the familiar echo.. He passes a man with blonde hair, running in the opposite direction, and his face involuntarily pulls itself into a smile. He doesn’t know why he’s smiling. His cheeks are pulled into a painful, piercing grin. He pushes his way through a crowd of people before he sees the body. An elderly woman with white hair, lying in a puddle of blood.

Peter screams in horror, reaching out for her, until he realizes there’s a pistol in his hand. His finger is still on the trigger.

That’s when he wakes up. Covered in sweat. He sits up in bed, pausing for a beat, before he completely breaks down into convulsive cries.

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Fair Foods- Mun & Muse Asks

Funnel Cake: You have three wishes. What do you wish for?

Corn Dog: All danger/ethics aside, what is your dream pet?

Fried Pickles: Name a muse you'd like to write as someday.

Turkey Leg: Describe your muse's worst nightmare.

Cotton Candy: What is the way to your muse's heart?

Popcorn: Films that best describe your sense of humor?

Caramel Apple: Is there a specific plot you'd like to do?

Chocolate-Covered Banana: Build your perfect meal.

French Fries: What is your dream vacation?

Scones: Would you date your muse?

Kettle Corn: Your muse's most outrageous sexual fantasy?

Corn On The Cob: Do you have any writing habits?

Deep Fried Butter: What is your biggest guilty pleasure?

Lemonade: Describe your dream home.

Elephant Ear: Something you have in common with your muse?

Snow Cone: Best thing to do on a snow day with no power?

Biscuits: What would your muse wear to a costume party?

Cheese Curds: How long have you been RPing on Tumblr?

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie: A misconception about your muse?

Texas Tenderloin: Favorite thing to do at the fair?

Cracker Jacks: FREEBIE (Ask me anything!)

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Bad Idea- Peter Parker and Diana Prince

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After a very illuminating meeting with Miss Kyle in her office, Diana decided to walk the museum rather than dive back into paperwork. That was what she needed. She needed to clear her head. It was unlikely that she was going to see anything that she hadn’t before, but you never knew. Clearly, Gotham was full of a lot more interesting characters than she realized. Her job tended to project her into high-society social circles so maybe she should be focusing elsewhere for the time being.

The museum was in the same state as the last time she’d left it. Vandalized works of art were everywhere she looked. It was almost painful, but not to worry, she’d fix them all in good time. She went through a mental checklist as she methodically walked the halls, ticking off each piece of art as she saw it. Rembrandt? Check. Monet? Check. Matisse? Check. Pizza Boy carrying a suspiciously large pizza box? Rather than coming to a dead stop she continued down the steps to see how this was going to play out.

“Someone must be having a pizza party,” she commented, descending the staircase to meet the young man heading up. There was no pizza party and if there were she would’ve known about it. Once she met him Diana turned to now ascend the stairs by his side. Nervous energy was rolling off of him in tidal-sized waves. “Do you need any help?” The box he was carrying was large, comically so, and in that moment Diana decided to have a little fun.

A figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Peter looked up. Right as he made eye contact with the unknown woman, a familiar ring echoed through his ears, and time seemed to hold its breath if for a moment. Rarely did Peter’s Spider-Sense alert him to other individuals, unless they could pose some kind of imminent threat. While she was definitely taller than him, and appeared to have an athletic build, she wasn’t hurling a bank vault at him. She wasn’t sprinting towards him, teeth bared, swinging her fist back for a punch. Then why was his Spider-Sense going off the walls? 

He squinted in confusion as the sensation left his body, the hairs on the back of his neck falling back into place. Giving his head a shake, he turned away and continued walking up the stairs, trying his best to appear as though he were on an important pizza assignment. Once she started walking alongside him, Peter smiled a bit dismissively. “Oh no, I’m good. Just delivering a pizza, to the person who ordered it!” 

He couldn’t stop himself from cringing a little at that one.

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Firstborn Son- Peter Parker and Harry Osborn

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Harry watched his friend, saw that smile that he was accustomed to from him and couldn’t help a very brief appearance of his own. Peter had always known just how to make him laugh or cheer up, but lately it hadn’t exactly been working. How long had it been since he had truly smiled? It had been before his father had died… Since Spiderman took him from him…

He could feel the anger rising in him, burning hot and threatening to burst. All traces of his smile were immediately wiped away. His heart was hammering in his chest, head beginning to throb and ache. Why was it so damned hot in here? How could these people breathe?!

His best friend’s voice snapped him back to reality, the anger and thoughts slowing as they were interrupted for the time being. Harry met Peter’s gaze and felt a moment of guilt. He’s been so detached and had all but ignored his best friend after the funeral. The smile his friend had made his heart sink a little more. He had failed as a son and now here he was failing as a damn friend.

He offered up the best smile he could at the moment, nodding and putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is, Pete.” He shifts, closing the distance between them and giving his friend a hug. Releasing him, the anger he had just felt is gone for the time being. “It’s good to see you… You’re working, aren’t you?”

Peter returned Harry’s embrace. It wasn’t until they were older- practically adults- that hugging became acceptable for them. It was a welcome change to their friendship, which had never thrived off an abundance of words. Peter gave Harry a warm pat on his shoulder, and shifted back. “It’s nice to see you too.”

The pair stood towards the perimeter of the room as dancing couples floated past. Peter motioned down to the camera hanging from his neck. “I’m taking pictures for the Globe now. They probably send all the new guys to these kinds of parties.” He gave a half smile, wondering if he could still appeal to Harry’s sly sense of humor. Harry Osborn had become a completely different picture than the boy he was only a few years ago. He already appeared much older, more clean cut, more... business-like. Peter could feel it affecting the flow of conversation.

“How about you? How’s Oscorp?”

[allieknox]

You’re Hired, Kid - Allie Knox and Peter Parker

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Allie never really liked interviews. Oh, he liked giving them, sure, but he had never been a fan of going to them himself. He could still remember when he got that job at the Gotham Globe himself. He’d been so nervous that he’d knocked over the boss’ coffee. Somehow, though, he’d been given a chance. Despite the fact that his asshole coworkers aside from Vale seemed to think he’d fail, he had very much intended to prove them wrong. And he had. His coverage on the Batman and Joker had gained him the recognition he had craved and deserved as an investigative reporter. 

His boss had given him more stories, a bigger office, and decided that he and Vale could use a little help. He had read the resume earlier, sipping his coffee. It seemed great, but he knew damn well that not everything on paper was as good as it seemed. 

Looking at his watch, he grinned as he looked up to see the kid. Something, almost instantly clicked in him and he had a feeling this was going to work. Extending his hand to the kid, he smiled wider, hoping to ease the kid’s nerves. “Alexander Knox, but… Well… I guess you knew that, huh? You’re Peter, right?”

“Uh yes sir! You must be Mr. Knox.” Peter smiled and took Knox’s hand. He never knew whether he ought to squeeze back with authority, or allow the other man to the stronger grip. He was definitely blocked from using his full strength, though. As Peter learned very early in his days of job searching, an internally-shattered hand makes for an unpleasant interview process. He decided to not to take a stand either way, and shook Knox’s hand with what he assumed would be a nice, average amount of strength. “Oh, but you already said that, didn’t you?” Peter shook his head, still smiling.

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Bad Idea- Peter Parker and Diana Prince

Is it too big? Peter observed his reflection in the bathroom mirror, giving his best ‘casual’ smile. In his arms was the largest pizza box he’d ever laid eyes on. Alright, it wasn’t really a pizza box. He’d been up until 5:00 that morning putting together something he could transport a valuable piece of art in, as inconspicuously as possible. Well, the result was somewhat inconspicuous, if you believed people can order 30-inch-diameter pizzas. 

Inhale. Exhale. Smile. Don’t look odd. Peter stepped out of the men’s room at the Flugelheim Museum, and started heading up the stairs. All he had to do was find a way to replace the stolen painting he’d recovered from that cat burglar. Piece. Of. Pizza-shaped. Cake.

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Firstborn Son- Peter Parker and Harry Osborn

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Harry was no stranger to these kinds of events. He remembered a time, when he was a hell of a lot younger, that he’d begged his father to let him go to a big party with him. He had cried and pleaded to go until his father caved just to get him to stop. He’d been so excited and even got to go shopping to get a special suit to wear for the event. When the night came, however, it had proven to be not at all what he’d hoped. He was surrounded by what felt like millions of people he didn’t know and watched in awe as his father smiled and talked business with more people that he could count at the time. Eventually, he’d lost his father in the masses and had felt search fear until he felt that reassuring hand on his shoulder. That was a gesture he would never get back.

Walking through the crowd, his head a blur with memories that he couldn’t manage to suppress, Harry attempted to make his way to a less crowded space as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He managed a few forced smiles, drowning out the music and chatter of the masquerade that he hadn’t exactly bothered to spend much time on. He’d opted for a simple half mask. His goal tonight was just to make an appearance long enough that people wouldn’t talk so that he could go home.

Another song came on, one much slower this time and the socialites of Gotham got closer to one another in embraces as they swayed to the melody. He clenched his jaw, picking up his pace to head towards the large staircase. It was then that he saw him. Peter. With a wreath on his head.

“Pete….” He blinked, staring at his friend that he hadn’t seen since his father’s funeral. He closed the distance between them. “That’s… Why are you wearing a wreath?”

The reliability of Peter’s self-proclaimed “Spider-Sense” tended to be annoyingly minimal. Time might come to halt if, say, an unknown figure was presenting a threat to the crowd, or if a flying truck was twenty feet from colliding with Peter’s skull. When it came to most social situations, however, he was left to his own, pitiful defenses. This would explain the way in which Peter was surprised when he turned to see Harry’s face.

“Oh!” Peter couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his old friend. “Hey buddy!” As comforted as he was by Harry’s presence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was.. different between them. It had been since the funeral, since the night at Norman’s-

Norman’s twisted face, broken, bleeding, a hand reaching out,

Peter felt the color drain from his face as he looked to the floor. His eyes darted across the room, grasping to recover his train of thought. After a split second, he noticed the ‘ascot’.

“I’m, uh, a Christmas tree! This is a costume party, right?” Peter met Harry’s stare, hoping his smile could cover the guilt in the back of his eyes.

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Firstborn Son- Peter Parker and Harry Osborn

Peter’s knees bobbed to Super Freak as he shuffled between a woman wearing a DaVinci painting, and a man balancing a coffee grinder atop his well-oiled head. Ohhhhhh no. It’s a costume party. Peter’s eyes slowly rolled to the floor, with a look of resolved disappointment only Aunt May could interpret. As much as he wanted to make a break for the window ledge twenty feet above, he had to do this. He had to take the pictures for Mr. Knox.

There was a decision to be made. From Peter’s vantage point on the stairs, he could only make out two figures not appearing to have any costume on. Would he join them, or find a different getup? And no, the suit was not an option. Not with these people. 

Once he made sure no one was looking, Peter discreetly shot a strand of web from his right wrist, latching onto a cloth napkin from the refreshment table. With his other wrist, he sent an arm of web flying towards a small, festive wreath hanging from the wall. In one blink-and-you’d-miss-it take, he swiftly retracted both items into his hands. Peter smiled to himself in approval. I can work with this. He stuck the napkin through the top of his collar- a makeshift ascot- and, without a single reservation, he stuck the wreath on top of his head. Whether he was blending in or sticking out even more at this point, was entirely up for debate.

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Your Friendly Neighborhood... you know.

((This is an RP account for Peter Parker/Spider-Man, as portrayed by Tobey Maguire.

If you’d like to write with me, I only have three rules:

1. Shoot me a message first! Tell me your ideas, or even a simple “let’s be friends!” I’ll respond as soon as I’m able, which brings me to my second rule...

2. Be understanding. I have a life outside the internet.

3. I’m not going to write NSFW content. Don’t have any interest in going there. Consider this blog SFW (but you wouldn’t really be looking at this from work, right?) ))