#blogcat: headcanons

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It's all fun and games imagining scenarios until I get too attached to MCU TV Daredevil Canon and Karen becomes inextricably related to Urich's death. Pete bugs Murdock over knowledge on a current case (for an "interview", but its Spiderman business too) until Karen spots him and recognizes him as Urich's kid and he has never gotten out of somewhere so fast while staying on the ground.

How do you handle grief you thought you'd buried enough it would never hurt you again? How can you look someone in the eyes and stop yourself from admitting you could have saved him?

And on Karen's side, how do you not ask? What if you finally get answers for what truly happened? What if you've found someone who might fully understand losing him?

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"Wouldn't it be funny if ITSV Noir were comic-canon aged and just unexplainably voiced by Nicholas Cage" no no no, please do consider instead: Like every younger spiderman, he's doing A Voice and just manages to be more believable than them

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thinking about peni again

Thinking about her getting fearfully attached to an idealized version of her younger self that was happier. Playing up her energy and wit because she thinks its what she has to be, and she misses not having to worry so much and press on through responsibility.

But never really feeling like she's known by anyone. People think they get her, but they don't. She's a young star, a brilliant student of the program, the lead Pilot - We know in canon that people look up to her. But then she sheds first the SP//DR mech, next her suit, finally the face she puts on, and she's alone in her room with only herself

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For a while, Peni attempted to keep up appearances of her pre-canon more chipper self by using a voice modulator built into her suit. Send post

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I wonder if pete dreams of being on that boat again sometimes. If he looks back, he'll see the island, but if he looks forwards, he'll have to face that he didn't get on the same one as Robbie because he couldn't face that.

So he stares out at the water instead. Silent. Just the subtle rock and tilt on deck. Cloudy night

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pete grows up but he always keeps those model planes. he told me himself btw

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In my heart, Noir Peter, especially as Spiderman, is the type to Just Leave when he doesn't like a particular situation. The conversation topic spirals into something he dislikes and he's already halfway up a wall aiming for Anywhere Else.

Goes "Well," and gets up, silently brushes past someone and vanishes off into the dark. See you, space cowboy spider detective.

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What if Aunt May's eyesight was also poor, and she can't see all the scratches and healed fractures on Pete's face as clearly as other people can. What if she refuses glasses because she's too stubborn to accept help. What if she refuses to see how much her boys changed

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Yeah yeah Pete has trouble memorizing color names and the differences between cold/warm and pallettes, we've all heard of this.

But what if on a whim Ham tried teaching the gang how to use hammerspace and Pete picked it up instantly.

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Okay, yes, he's miserable and has a pessimistic streak and a list of personal troubles miles long, but please consider: Noir Peter was raised working in and around the Welfare Center in a close family unit among hundreds of guests for years, he assumedly then works further with the Bugle, and if you want him doing freelance detective work, that also requires lots of social knowledge. He might often not know how to help himself, but he's not terrible helping support others - perhaps moreso than other spiderpeople his age.

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Do you think Pete ever reminds his Aunt May of her husband. Do you think before the war Uncle Ben was just that much fiercer defending what he believed was right before he couldn't stand the blood anymore. Do you think she might ever be worried Pete will die the same way

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can't get the image out of my head of pete landing in 1610 and using the landmarks he recognizes to try finding the bowery welfare center btw. like a pigeon to roost. what is it like? when the streets follow the same routes but few of the buildings look the same? was your home knocked down? was the shell taken by something else?

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This started off quite simple, and it started out with wanting a non-evil portrayel of the Spider God. It quickly became far too long for me to put fully succinctly.

But it goes something like this:

You are a God of stories. Perhaps you weave them, perhaps you have taken them from others, perhaps you simply annotate in the margins of pre-existent ones. What matters most is that this is how you live - telling tales.

You yourself are a story, in this sense, one believed and beloved. It is through being cherished that you preside over humanity, and through this you grow close to its storytellers. Humanity, and its writers, are your anchor. The more compelling a story, the more your chance of survival.

And then, like any aged tale, you are forgotten. You struggle to remain in the consciousness of the dwindling number that aknowledge you. You exist soley, desperately, in the artifacts they once gifted you. Others come and leave. Others from further prey on the needy, the hungry. Your likeness is sold to the nearest collector for a family's dinner. You can't fault them.

This happens in a cycle, and with every hand you pass between, more of you is lost - names go easy, and easier still, oral tradition. Then its location, context, years lost to the murk of black market archeological sales.

You land in the hands of Norman Osborn's people. You are starving, tired, barely corporeal in the land of the people you once loved. You are an ocean from your inception, in both distance, years, and memory.

And they have the gall to drop you.

With what little you have left, but yet sheer scraps, you manifest and strike out in vengeance. This is not to help you, nor is it strategic - you're furious, betrayed by the slow bleed-out death of culture and the long dream of imperialism. You sink your teeth in. You make quick work of the pawns of one in a long line of fools.

This will not save you.

But in this process, by the whims of this narrative even you are bound to, you chance upon someone else. What is special isn't necessarily who he is, so much as it is what surrounds him. He's motivated, so much that its eating him alive, towards goals you recognize are completely impossible. His idealism will kill him.

But first he will live. And he will live longer than perhaps he would expect - because this story is stubborn, as are you.

It might just be what you need.

And after all, what's more compelling this era than a tragedy?

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Stands in your doorway. Hands you more headcanons for Noir Pete

(A majority of these relate to his universe signature / medium)

-Later, upon having more consistent contact with the multiverse/other spiders, he gets his goggles modified to include camera-aperture-like "eyelids" that can help him with reducing light (and they look cool). He stays pretty unexpressive mask/goggles wise, though, in comparison to the majority of the spiderpeople

-(Stares at you. Makes the shunk-shunk noise as I shut my aperture lenses several times as if blinking to show my disbelief)

-His voice has a bit of static to it, and if he raises his voice or gets emotional, it can start having an old-timey radio feedback. Additionally, even his breathing produces a slight static noise

-^He might be able to learn how to do this on purpose for jokes / at the request of others

-When harmed outside of his own universe, his image can glitch and flash black / appear "dotted", as if being a black and white film that's been damaged/burned.

-Continuing the above sort of aesthetic, close to unconsciousness, he has a visible "cue dot" that appears as a freckle on the top right of his face. I thought the idea of cue dots was neat so I'm trying to shoehorn in the knowledge of it.

-C'mon, give my man more everyday scars. I guess technically this applies to all spiderpeople pre-bite, but think like, cooking accident scars, little pockmark scars from childhood chickenpox, etc.

-If he ever gained color by being in another universe for long enough, he would probably slowly shift from Monochrome => Sepia Tone => the look of a colorized previously-monochrome film, but never truly full color

Perhaps in the future someone could add something to the multiverse hop watches that would stabilize out-of-universe spiderpeople / remove some of the more blatant "eccentricites" of their universe signatures and make them conform more to the local style, for stealth, but outside of stealth reasons, it would be per-preference for each individual on how often they would have this turned on.

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Noir is light and color sensitive, and even after given a communicator/watch, still tends to hand write / typewrite notes to leave for people to find. Send post.

The tactile feeling of writing or using a typewriter is nice, and phones (especially if in full color) are just Bad to look at for long, could you blame him? He's also a spiderman and thus not immune to The Bit.

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Handful of Noir headcanons pt.3! More paragraphy this time, but still in list format.

-When in public in other Spiderpeoples' universes, he's opted to wearing a (preferably black) medical mask for comfort. He doesn't necessarily have trouble with his face, but the act of being seen by strangers and having to worry about expressing himself 'the correct way' is discomforting at best.

-Perpetually tired glare-ish resting face, which he doesn't actually mean most of the time.

-Was shown a few videos of indoor additions to walls for cat owners and has since added several for Dingding, along with any strays that stay by for a few days. It's not much, but he's definitely hung upsidedown next to Dingding on one of her perches while reading before

-Picked up sewing for basic repair skills before being Spiderman to help around the house, has gotten far better due to circumstance (especially in comparison to the first hatchet job of making his mask), and now finds it rather calming + is always willing to help repair others' suits.

-Responds to text messages either with the most minimal response possible, or with an essay response that's competing with the max character count permitted.

-One of those Peters thats vision issues was never made better by the spiderbite and has the thickest most unrealistically opaque lenses known to man. It adds to the Look until he takes them off and walks straight into a wall.

-Dark chocolate fan