#petaparkerishere

[omniuniversal]

“From Stars to Sky to Earth.” -@fromstarstosky

The night sky above Oklahoma was bright and clear and full of stars.

One star suddenly burned brighter, more golden than all the rest, and then rapidly grew... closer?

...until a column of flame descended from on high and slammed into a bare patch of plain like the proverbial fall of Lucifer, like the fistfall of a god, kicking up dust and a roar of explosive force as it punched near down to the bedrock.

And as that dust settled... coughing could be heard.

In the smoldering crater, CANNONBOLT unfurled, the Arburian Pelorota like an invulnerable pillbug... revealing that he had rolled up around two much more vulnerable but no less intrepid figures.

“I thought that thing smelled bad on the outside,” Spider-Man coughed, rolling up his mask a bit to wheeze in dusty air... setting off a fresh round of coughing. (( @richparkerwashere ))

“To say nothing of the turbulence,” Spider-Woman replied, shaking her head as though to clear it. “Worst. Atmospheric re-entry. Ever.” (( @petaparkerishere ))

“Uh, yeah, sorry guys,” Cannonbolt rumbled, and in a split-second storm of green light became Ben Tennyson again as his Omnitrix timed out, both Spiders jumping clear. “You’re not the first to complain about the smell, but honestly, re-entry could’ve been worse. At least it wasn’t Gravattack or Bloxx.”

“Good to know,” Spider-Man chuckled wearily, dusting himself off and glancing up at the rim of the crater. “So where the heck are we?”

Spider-Woman held up her phone. “Signal’s not great, but GPS says Oklahoma? ...okay. About the furthest we’ve ever been from home as a result of a mishap. You remember when that weird house on Bleecker Street teleport-dumped us in like Kansas or something?”

“We met Dani Colton,” Rich grinned. “Good times.” (( @wintersdeadlyrose )) 

(( @fromstarstosky ))

[wandawillkill312]

“Thwipin and Trippen!”

There was danger in the streets of London, as civilians were overwhelmed with mass hysteria and fear, violently attacking each other and causing massive property damage.

While this was going on; every phone, TV and computer projected a white screen with an eye in the center. The iris was actually a mod target.

[dontbleedonmyrug]

117. "Can I do your hair?" -petaparkerishere.

@petaparkerishere

Claire looked up from splinting the Spider girl’s femur so it healed right the first time.  She hated rebreaking these folk’s bones.  It sucked cause they heal so fast.

“Do what to it? I washed it this morning.”  She pushed a bit behind her ear and finished.

“I’d say don’t walk on it for a while, but I gave that up a long time ago.”  She started packing up her gear and it suddenly occurred to her that Peta meant do her hair.  She hadn’t thought about that kind of thing since her quinceanera.  Nursing school cured her of that.

[drthetasigma14]

👫

–he suddenly stood in the headlights of an oncoming pick-up truck in the dark, the truck screeching to a halt–

–a brown-haired girl stuck her head out of the driver’s side window and frowned at him. “In the middle of the road, really? At least wear something less dark than that coat if you’re walking at night, if my spider-sen– uh, reflexes–”

–but then The Doctor stuck his head out of the passenger side– “SUMNER! Oh, mate, it’s been a bit, been getting worried! Missed Bellwood by a mile, you’re on the wrong coast, try again!”

The girl stared at The Doctor. “Man, Claire was right about you, always picking up strays.”

“Peta Mary Parker,” The Doctor admonished her, “it’s hardly his fault, he’s a bit unstuck in time, like–”

“–Sheridan in that one episode of Babylon 5,” Peta realized with eyes wide. “Oh, frell, I’m sorr–”

[drthetasigma14]

(( Not only is that onesie amazing, but this happened. ))

[drthetasigma14]

How about 4

4. If you have multiple muses, which one is the most like you?

That is a surprisingly difficult question to answer. 

My muses are all, to a limited extent, like me and part of me. 

When I did a (very tiny) bit of stage work when I was younger, my methodology for getting into character was to find the aspect of myself that was most like the character and expand upon it, let it take over the driver’s seat of my cognition for awhile. We, as Oscar Wilde noted, contain multitudes— I just had to pick the right member of the right multitude and hand him the keys. In a way, I still do that when I write my characters, though it’s more now a symbiosis than a simple amplification of internal elements.

Ten and richparkerwashere—  Richard “Spider-Man” Parker, Jr. —are the big ones, the ones most like me— as my beloved friend Care once noted, talking to me ooc is like a bizarre fusion of Rich’s voice and Ten’s. Rich is my wisecracking side, pop-culture zingers, and the side that struggles for redemption from shortcomings real and perceived. Ten is my need to hog the spotlight, to be the cleverest man in the room, to talk a blue streak about things that make people go wide-eyed in wonder, my desire to give voice to the amazing things I’ve seen in person and in my head— but he’s also my struggle to connect with the people around me, even the ones I dearly love.

Petaparkerishere, Peta Mary “Spider-Girl” Parker, Rich’s female “twin” born of an M!A, represents a side of myself I’m still trying to get the hang of— the side of myself that isn’t quite at home in his own body. I don’t claim to be transgendered, that would be a hypocritical and unjust misrepresentation of myself as a persecuted minority, unfair to them and incorrect regarding myself. But gender is not always a thing strictly delineated— sometimes it is, like time, wibbly and wobbly. And sometimes I need to speak in a female voice rather than my own. As a female fissioned off of an extant male with male memories, Peta speaks that voice quite clearly.

Fuzzyswordsbamf, Kurt “Nightcrawler” Wagner, possibly my most-neglected character (aside from the almost entirely undeveloped benparkeris), represents my quest for a spiritual reconciliation between my somewhat puritanical upbringing and the more liberal enlightenment I’ve come to know— he is my ongoing thought experiment between theology and religion and spirituality. He is my Doctrine of General Revelation. Also he has a soft spot for dark-haired women, so.

Ten’s is the voice that speaks loudest and clearest and most insistently, however, often to the detriment and neglect of the others. So perhaps, by default, he is my voice most often. 

[wingsandtinkering]

petaparkerishere started following you

When he saw her Jude suddenly got the feeling of walking outside into the cold after being indoors all day. It took him a moment to breathe and remind himself that she didn't know who he was.

"'Ello. Can I 'elp you with anything?"

[doublehelixweb]

"Baby, You a Song."

Claire took exacting care in picking out a nice little spot outside the city, one with a fairly scenic drive--

--she wound up deciding on a patch of green in North Salem, NY, which, while a lovely little town-- 

--Rich decided not to tell her whose doorstep they'd be on, given that if he spoke of The Devil, Logan might actually show up.

Rich managed to keep a lid on things, and a level head, all the way during putting together the picnic with sammiches and beverages and chunks of birthday cake. He almost slipped up a couple times during the drive, almost absent-mindedly said a thing while they were cruising past Yonkers and he was trailing his fingers out the window...

...but he managed. He'd never be sure how-- the one time he managed to keep his mouth shut about a thing that wasn't his secret identity --but he managed.

It had been buzzing around in his head like spider-sense since he'd first thought of it-- and it actually turned out to be easier this way, rather than the sneaking-into-Gramercy-Park idea he'd initially bumbled upon. Claire was, as usual, intuitive and wise. He was still nervous something would go wrong-- because he was him. Something always went wrong.

And yet.

And yet.

When they'd rolled out the blanket and set out the flowers that he'd finally remembered, and sat down with the aforementioned sammiches...

...perfect timing...

...a car horn honked at them, and Claire glanced up in surprise to see a pick-up truck pulling up behind Leonardo.

Then the doors popped open and--

--Clay and Peta--

--there was startlement and squealing and running and hugging--

--well, those were the ladies.

--Clay sauntered up to Rich carrying the cooler with their half of the picnic lunch and fist-bumped The Amazing Spider-Man.

"Didn't think we were gonna make it," Clay admitted. "There was a lotta traffic comin' through Philly."

Rich grinned. "Respect." Then he quirked a brow. "You traded out Penny 2.0?"

Clay shrugged. "Penny's Claire's baby, I wanted to do my own thing, be my own dude. Not that you guys are anytwo to talk, that's a cherry new ride."

Rich grinned softly. "Yeah. Friends in high places, am I right?"

Clay chortled. "Best and quickest way to Claire's good side was always to give her a car. You shoulda seen her the time our dad gave her (well, us, still can't get the hang of shared pronouns) a Rogue."

Rich made a faux-dismissive noise. "Please. I have a whole gallery of rogues."

And then the noisy bubbling huggling mess that was Claire and Peta bounced over to Clay and Rich and quips were quickly sidelined for more bubbling more huggling and breathless trading of anecdotes...