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marveldc-imagines-hub · 3 years ago

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Imagine Costume-Prepping With Peter:

Anon said: “Can I ask for a Halloween fic or hc with Peter Parker and his best friend reader?”

Fictober prompt: Day 1 - “I need you.”

A/N: This is sometime pre-Jake Gyllenhaal not me having to Google his last name iofjdfigjiohrth, probably somewhere between Homecoming and The Bad Times. Enjoy, and happy spoops!

You frowned as Peter cheekily strolled into his bedroom, all smiles and arms outstretched in a jarringly Tony Stark-like fashion, where you had been sitting on his bed and waiting to see his Halloween costume idea for this year. “Peter, no.”

Peter’s eyes grew three sizes as his arms flopped back to his sides. “What? Why?”

Cue big brown puppy eyes on your best friend’s sweet, hopeful baby face. You scowled on, focusing eye-daggers at the spider symbol on his chest.

“C’mon, [Y/N]!” Peter half-whined. He offered you a few stereotypical hero poses in his actual real-life Spidey suit, clearly trying trying to persuade you; you felt your lips twitch momentarily but you managed to hold it together until he dropped his mini modeling session and switched back to pouting. “It’s funny! Besides, no one will know I’m actually Spider-Man!”

You squinted at him. “You’re literally wearing the suit that Tony Stark gave you. Who else has a suit like that?”

Peter’s eyes flitted to look at anything but you as he began to realize you had a point. Still, after a few moments of fidgeting, he threw up his hands in snap-to-finger-guns formation at you. “Maybe I’m just really good at costumes!”

“Tony Stark good?”

“... Okay, well...” The brunette briefly deflated again and his fingers flexed at his sides, as if grasping at the air would help him grasp onto a good argument. Once he decided on something at least somewhat worth saying, you watched his entire body rev itself back up like the Energizer Bunny. He made a step towards you and began to through up his “I have an idea” hands.

You stopped him by raising your own hand. “Look, it’s absolutely wild that no one has figured it out already, especially at school. I mean, you sometimes make your web fluid while literally sitting in class.”

Peter’s already big eyes grew even wider and one hand dropped to his side again, palm-down and fingers flexed just slightly: Keep it down in Peter Mannerism Language. Despite the two of you people the only people in his apartment at the moment, he lowered his voice when he spoke next. “You noticed that?”

All energy except what was necessary to stare dumbfounded at him left your body; a you-shaped cartoon battery that was quickly draining appeared briefly in your mind’s eye. “I sit across the aisle from you, dude. You face me when you’re pouring chemicals into your desk. Like... what?”

You got a point, Peter said in Mannerism as his eyes darted away and then back to you a couple of times.

“Anyway,” you continued before he thought too hard about it, “what I mean is that yeah, maybe you won’t get caught, or whatever, but... trashy homemade costumes are like our Halloween thing, man! You, me, MJ, Ned! Some really sucky safety scissors, some really cheap foam, some glitter glue for some reason even though none of us ever use it--”

Peter interjected, “Ned used his to paint his nails that one time.”

“--and you got me there,” you admitted with a waggle of your finger. “But at least when you dressed up as Iron Man for the past, what, eight years? You would remake the costume every year. Now look at us.”

You halfheartedly gestured towards the mirror propped up against Peter’s dresser. When the two of you looked, your reflections stared back. Even when he wasn’t doing something heroic in the suit, your best friend looked a little foreign to you. He looked and felt like a superhero, and maybe that’s what really upset you; he was a hero and there you were, standing next to him in a plastic chest plate that costed five bucks at Walmart and the tattered red shower curtain that you’d saved when your parent bought a new one a few months back.

Except, you realized immediately after, Pete is literally a superhero and he deserves to feel good about it. And I should be proud of him instead of being a jackass.

“What?”

You blinked and met Peter’s eyes in the mirror. “What?”

“You mumbled something,” he clarified. You stared as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips but he didn’t have a poker face that was nearly as good as yours; the smile won over only seconds later. “Something about being a hero?”

You felt your cheeks warm as embarrassment began rearing its head but you hid it with a roll of your eyes and playful jab to your friend’s ribs. “Not important. Wear your super suit. You earned it, it’s only fair. I just get worried, you know.”

Peter nodded, then fell back into thought again as he rubbed his side, mostly out of habit than because you had actually hurt him. Then, suddenly, he was throwing his arm around your shoulders in a squishy side-hug that caught you so off guard that you almost stumbled. His strength was still something that he was coming into, even after all this time.

“Ah, careful!” you yelped, then pinched his arm in retaliation. “I don’t have the Spider Tingle like you do.”

“Never.” Peter said, all too seriously. “Never say Spider Tingle.”

There was a mini stare-down. Peter, warning you. You, daring him to stop you. Staring led to squinting. Squinting led to eyebrow movements, which led to weird faces and both of you breaking into a giggle fit.

When you calmed yourselves, Peter released you from the side-hug and picked at his suit a bit. “You are right, though. I probably shouldn’t risk it and the Garbage Brigade is tradition.”

You agreed sagely, “Meaningful, sacred tradition.”

The two of you chuckled again, then Peter went on, “And what kind of friend would I be to break such tradition? If I’m gonna dress up as Spider-Man, I could at least use my first suit to be a little... more casual.”

The first suit? As in your favorite Spidey suit? As in the sweatshirt and the ski mask and the weird goggles and the--?

“No one would expect Spider-Man to go back to wearing his blue athletic pants, huh?” Peter added, confirming you suspicions of the suit, looking at you to see what you thought about this idea.

You stared back. “Pete, do you still have your first Spidey suit?”

He nodded. “Mhm. Yes. Why?”

“Pete.”

“Yes.”

“Pete.”

“Yes.”

“Peter.”

“Yes.”

“Peter Parker.”

“Yes, [Y/N] [L/N].”

You walked right up to him, planted a hand on either side of his face, and stared deeply into his eyes. “Peter.”

“Yes...?” Peter said, now unsure of what to do.

“Pete, please,” you said, “Life or death situation. Right now. I need you... to wear the Trash Panda Spider-Man suit.”

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batboyblog · 3 years ago

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So I just re-watched Spider-Man: Homecoming and Far From Home back to back and.....

y'all making the posts about MCU Spider-Man need to go back and really rewatch Homecoming because everything you're saying is about Far From Home and not Homecoming.

I mean the whole arc of Homecoming is Peter doesn't need Tony Stark, his money, or his suit to beat the bad guy. Peter wins the final battle in a pair of PJs and old welding goggles.

The whole thematic arc of the movie is that Peter is chasing Tony's approval as a replacement dad seeking his approval as a way to get Uncle Ben's approval from beyond the grave. And at the end of Homecoming Tony, who's been cold, distant, not that into it, the whole movie is warm and happy to see Peter and offers him a super high tech Iron-Man style suit and a spot on the avengers with his own room and everything and..... Peter turns him down.

That's Peter's arc in the movie, learning he doesn't need a new dad, he doesn't need Tony to be his dad, he doesn't need Tony's stuff etc. Peter literally says he wants to keep his feet "on the ground" and be "A friendly neighborhood Spider-man" and he leaves the Avengers HQ with no suit at all ready to keep fighting NYC crime in a homemade suit.

And Tony respects that, he drops off the Spider-man 1.0 suit off in a brown paper bag left on Peter's bed, not slowly dropping it off, there are no "upgrades" etc its not even a gift the note just says "this is yours"

Far From Home however has serious Avengers Endgame cancer and throws out the whole point of the first movie to go 180 degrees in a different direction. Where the whole movie is Peter trying to live up to Tony's legacy for some reason and Tony Trusting him with kill tech glasses for some reason.

We can hack away at all the things that just didn't work in Far From Home, but thats a whole thing, I just want to say this is a side effect of factory film making where movies are planned out in board rooms in 10 year blocks and also Marvel's hang up on spoilers. Basically Endgame and Homecoming where both already actively being made at the same time and no one was allowed to talk to each other so you can end up with two movies with the same character who's arc in both movies is the reverse of the other film.

#Spider-man #peter parker #MCU #spider man: homecoming #spider man: far from home

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starside-selfships · 4 years ago

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Homecoming

Tonight was certainly not in my favor for the most part. To bring you up to speed, it was homecoming night for my younger brother, along with his friends, and I was an unpaid chauffeur for them. Whether I said yes or no to my mom, which the latter would result in a scolding, I would still be driving, whether I liked it or not. I had plans to meet up with someone tonight and now, unfortunately, I had to cancel those plans. Wonderful. So much for treating myself. Saying yes to avoid any conflict between my mother and I, I was driving my brother and his group of boys and girls, one of them most likely his significant other, to the nearby high school, the same one where I graduated from, but I don’t think any of that really mattered. Sure, there were going to be people there that recognized me, but it’s not like I planned on going inside to dance or mingle. Don’t get me wrong, I was gussied up for the occasion, but with how tonight was already progressing, going inside to try and get into the groove was not on my agenda. Little did I know that I was going to be completely wrong.

We were nearing the school as I was in the driver’s seat and I focused on the road as best I could, overhearing the conversation in the back amongst the group of seniors about how my brother was probably going to get laid or something, followed by a roar of laughter. While he was of age, as am I, I didn’t think I would be hit with a strong dose of discomfort hearing those words coming out of their mouths. Yeah, they were in high school so it made sense for them to say stuff like that. Already I began to question this night before my thoughts started to shift towards a particular someone that made my smile return after it had been gone for hours. A demon, or imp rather, down in hell that no one knew, except for a few of my closest friends who I knew could definitely keep a secret, had my heart and more. My smile remained small, but it was genuine, a chuckle eliciting from me as I continued to drive and within seconds of starting to think about him, I noticed my phone vibrating in the front passenger seat out of the corner of my eye. Look, I am, and I quote from one of my favorite content creators, a “good fucking citizen” and I would never risk my life or others because of a single text message. However, this wasn’t a single text. Whoever was trying to reach me was literally trying to nuke my phone for I counted the vibrations from listening closely to them. I didn’t bother picking up my phone so I just counted. 1...2...3...4...5...not even five minutes and I’ve somehow counted 23 and rising text messages being sent to my phone. Was it that urgent or was someone just spamming me with nonsense because I can’t remember the last time I was spammed like that and my memory is on point, not to brag or anything.

Upon pulling into one of the many parking lots of the high school, my brother and his friends began unbuckling themselves from their seats and after setting the SUV into ��park”, they all got out one by one, on both sides, putting on their masks. I forgot to mention that this homecoming had a theme, which was “Monster Mash”, so zombies, mummies, your usual batch of monsters from all types of media of course, along with the special monsters that only one or two people only knew and were ready to discuss and talk about at a moment’s notice. As much as I wanted to sit in the car, I knew I was going to have to go in at some point, so earlier today, I decided I was going as a werewolf, picking up a fitting mask from the city’s costume store, but instead of just having a mask and calling it a day, it evolved into something more homemade. I spent several extra hours turning my tux into a more fitting and lycanthrope-themed outfit, dark fur lining the edges and front of my suit, outfitting myself with wolf ears and covering my face in blood to represent claw marks. Thankfully, I remembered that I had an old wolf tail, cleaning it up and hoping that the appearance was pleasing to the eye in some way and to my surprise, it certainly was. Not like anyone was going to care honestly, but you know, what’s wrong with a little bit of effort, even if no one’s going to notice?

“You’re not coming?” My brother questioned as he reached for his mask and was about to head inside with the others, earning a shake of my head as a response.

“We’ll see, you go have fun, okay?” I said, seeing him run off back to this squad and closing the car door as I rested my head on the back of my seat and sigh heavily. Finally, no one could hear or see me cry, the lights on the inside roof of the car beginning to slowly dim, shutting off completely and leaving me in darkness. “Fuck.” I whispered, trying not to choke on my tears thanks to the numerous thoughts clouding my head, many of them were memories of my high school days and how they all just generally sucked. I’m going to spare you of the details, but in short, I was a teacher’s pet who did good, had good grades, and tried so hard not to get caught up in a relationship since, well, at the time I wasn’t into anyone and nor was anyone into me. Looking back at it, I’ve never been hit with an intense pain in my life. But then, my thoughts were interrupted by another vibration. “Alright, who’s trying to nuke my phone?” I told myself as I reached over and grabbed my phone in frustration, turning the screen on and discovering that the imp himself had been sending me a flood of messages, alongside his employees, including the hellhound. “Wait, what?” I was stunned, why was I getting all these messages from I.M.P? Unlocking my phone and going through the wave of texts and images, most of them being from Blitzo, I checked the ones belonging to Millie, Loona, and Moxxie first, working my way up from there.

Millie “Hey Eli!” “Just wanted to say that I hope tonight is great for you and Blitzo!” “He has a really big surprise for you!” “Have fun you two!”

Loona “Elijah” “Heard ya weren’t feeling great” “Shit sucks but Blitz has a surprise for you later tonight” “Ain’t saying shit, but I hope you have fun” “You deserve it, alright?”

Moxxie “Dear Elijah, I certainly hope your night is swell. I overheard from my boss that it wasn’t going as planned and not to spoil anything, but he has a surprise for you later tonight. Have fun!” “p. s it’ll be a nice break from him interfering with my relationship with Millie.”

And now, all that there was left to check was Blitzo, I didn’t bother holding back my tears. Who was going to watch? Most of his texts were pictures of him looking for an outfit, getting help from a smiling Millie, annoyed Moxxie, and a Loona who looked like she didn’t really care. That’s what the realization hit me soon after. I didn’t want to believe it, but I looked through every single text again and yeah, sure enough, it was real. The imp was my date. Blitzo was my homecoming date. Another text, the last one from Blitzo for the night it seemed, sounding ominous of course.

“See ya soon, Eli. XOXO”

My smile returned once again as I regained my thoughts, clearing my head and doing my best to ignore all the negative and previous ones that arrived earlier tonight, replacing all of them with one: the fact that the imp that nearly killed me by accident was my homecoming date. The two of us have talked and spent a lot of time together, but who would’ve thought that he would be the one I would fall for and make my better in a way like this? Yeah, I was into him the most out of everyone at I.M.P. Of course, Millie and Moxxie were married and Loona, I’ll be honest, she was someone who appeared that she wasn’t too keen on dating. Blitzo, on the other hand, ever since the two of us met with him pounced over my body with a double barrel shotgun aimed directly at my face, we’re never been closer. That story about how we met is a real doozy, but it’s certainly for another time.

After waiting a little longer, I finally left the vehicle and locked the doors, stuffing the keys in my pocket and trading it for my phone, holding the mask in my other hand, my body on fire at the constant, recurring thought that wasn’t leaving anytime soon, one that pushed all the others away, a splendid thought that was the only thing I could think of. Before I knew it, I was at the front doors of the school and I followed the couples and groups, most likely students, towards the gym, looking at my phone and expecting a text, but instead, just silence. I guess all I needed to do was wait for him, and that’s what I did as I was greeted with the sound of deep bass rumbling through my body thanks to the booming speakers, along with the bright spotlights that moved around at a rapid pace, mixed with multiple multicolored strobe lights. It was a party alright. With the song that was playing as well, it was a fitting one with the theme. And lost in this party, I assumed, was a neatly dressed imp waiting for me. I walked along the edge of the gym, avoiding the growing crowd of dancers and hoping to possibly run into Blitzo at some point, only to be stopped by, unsurprisingly, one of my high school teachers.

“Elijah, is that you? Hey kid, what brings you here?!” She asked, leaning against the wall with a drink, a red cup, yes a red cup, and wrapped in a mummy outfit, bandages covering her body, along with one eye while the other was perfectly visible.

“Just chaperoning for my brother and his friends.” I answered, which was half the truth, but how could I explain that I was waiting for my demonic plus one?

“For a chaperone, you fit in right with the crowd, nice outfit! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yeah, I did actually.”

“I always knew you were one of the more creative ones in the class and it shows, awesome job!” I found myself getting blushy rather quickly at her compliment, rubbing the back of my head as I continued the conversation and it soon turned into one where my heart began to race rapidly. “So, tell me, do you have a date?” I wanted to lie, but then again, I was unsure of Blitzo was my date, or even if I wanted to say he was to others, so I took a deep breath and tried to make up my mind quickly.

“Yeah, I do, he’s a bit late though, it might be a while before he gets here.”

“Who said I was late?” The imp said, grabbing ahold of my shoulder gently and wanting me to turn around so I did, my eyes meeting his and I could see that his were that wickedly bright yellow, with a hint of red in the middle. Sinister, but always a joy to look at. “Hey, cutie.” I was about to open my mouth to compliment his outfit, resembling Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, from top to bottom, only for my teacher to butt in. This was going to be a joy.

“Oooooh, and who might this be, Elijah?! He must learn from the best because his costume’s amazing!” This was going to be a real interesting night. I was already contemplating on going back to the car.

“The name’s Blitzo, pronounced Blitz and the O is silent, also known as this handsome guy’s boyfriend.” He said, greeting himself to-

...HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE. Did he just say boyfriend? Was I hearing that correctly? I wasn’t crazy, right?

“The name’s Blitzo, the O is silent, also known as this handsome guy’s boyfriend.” He said, greeting himself to-wait a minute, did he just say boyfriend? Did I hear that correctly? I wasn’t crazy, right?

“Well, Blitzo, it was really nice to meet you. Elijah was, and still is, one of my best students, creative too, you’re a lucky one.”

“Oh, trust me,” He looked over at me, a look that read ‘I love you’, his eyes appearing as if he was going to cry, but his smile was wide. “I know.” He was being completely truthful with her and myself. Not a single word he said was a lie, at least that’s what I believed. Something told me that it was true, every single word was honest and straight from the heart. “Let’s go dance, yeah?” He said softly towards me, earning a soft nod in reply and so, the two of us made our way to the dance floor. I was so nervous to ask him a single question with a plentiful rushing through my head. “Shocked, huh? Don’t be, Elijah. I know the two of us have been together for some time and I may have heard from a little birdie that you were going to be helping out your brother for some dance.” I reminisced on when I remember talking about the homecoming dance and then it hit me.

“Damn it, Angel.”

“C’mon, you missed me. You’re glad she told me too.”

“Yeah, I did. But, like, didn’t you have some more important stuff, like work? And your horse to take care of?”

“Oh, don’t worry. Work’s slow and boring and Moxxie’s watching over her so, I’m free for the night! What better way to spend my night with my new boyfriend too?” He said, pressing his lips against my cheek and sending my heart sky high, my hand on his beginning to clench. “Easy cowboy, it was just a kiss. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff, you know.” Okay, now he was just trying to get me flustered really early. We made jokes about that stuff, but was he being serious? About all of this?

“I was actually going to ask about that. Do you, like, you’re actually interested in me, right?” He stopped in his tracks and the two of us were halted together, surrounded by multiple dancing groups and couples, I could sense the music that was once pounding in my ears beginning to die out, soon Blitzo’s voice was the only thing I could hear. “All those times we’ve been together, from the day you were in my bed ready to kill me and only to discover you were in the wrong house to all those times we’ve spent in Hell and on the surface, to that one time you were actually full-on naked in my bed and I was nearly caught, you’re being honest with me, right?”

“Elijah,” Blitzo began, reaching for my other hand to hold it tight, gazing into my eyes and I soon lost myself in them, my focus and attention being grabbed and held by him and him alone. “I’m being one hundred percent honest with you. If I killed you, I would’ve missed a chance like this and, god fucking dammit, I’m trying not to cry here.”

“Trust me, I’ve already done that tonight, you’re good.” I joked, the two of us laughing as his claw-like hands gripped mine.

“But yeah, I’m serious. From the bottom of my heart, Elijah. No bullshit. I love you. Yeah, you’re a human and I nearly killed you, but that night I met you and nearly blew your brains out, was probably the fucking day of my whole eternal suffering, as they usually say. That’s, that’s what they say, right?” Hearing that filled my heart with an intense amount of joy and soon, I felt my worries wash away. Who would’ve thought that I would not only fall in love with a demon below the surface of this Earth, but an imp who was not only charming, but skilled at his profession? A professional that was basically assassination. Then again, he just straight up kills anyone he’s paid to kill alongside the other three. “You can cry all you want, okay?” I didn’t want to, especially in front of Blitzo.

“Oh, shut up. I love you too.” I said, earning a nice laugh from him. Moments later, the music shifted from the usual extremely bumping and loud beat into something more mellow, but you could still dance to. A song that people weren’t really a fan of, but for me, and surprisingly Blitzo, it was perfect. To my surprise, the imp knew the damn lyrics.

Oh, don’t you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me. I said, you’re holding back. He said, shut up and dance with me! This demon is my destiny. He said, ooh-ooh-hoo! Shut up and dance with me!

The two of us followed suit and already had the floor so who was gonna stop us? No one was certainly going to stop Blitzo and for me, I was already lost in the moment, I could only see Blitzo and I losing ourselves in the music together, singing and dancing along. No distractions or disturbances as we let loose. Unbeknownst to me, the crowd around us had cleared and it was just me and Blitzo dancing to the beat with a silent audience cheering on a human and his boyfriend, unaware that he was truly a demon. I didn’t care about any of that mess now, I was overjoyed to be dancing with my imp boyfriend under the moving spotlight, the two of us grabbing the attention of all the other costumed people standing by and watching us. It didn’t even feel like they were there.

Deep in his eyes I think I see the future I realize this is my last chance! He took my arm I don’t know how it happened We took the floor and he said…

Oh, don’t you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me I said, you’re holding back He said, shut up and dance with me This demon is my destiny He said, ooh-ooh-hoo! Shut up and dance!

The final chorus continued to play and the two of us were going at it, I could sense and hear quiet cheers and wolf whistles, yet Blitzo’s voice filled my ears and drowned it all out.

Ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me!

And just like that, the music halted and the two of us were in a bit of a position, me dipping and holding his body down, our eyes locked onto each other, the crowd coming back to life with a roar of an applause. They witnessed everything and as much as I wanted to look around and see everyone, Blitzo kept my face looking directly at his. “Hey, don’t focus on them. It’s okay.” I smiled down at him and nodded, the music shifting back into something more exciting and full of life and sending the crowd’s back onto the floor.

“I didn’t know you were so good at dancing, Blitzo.” I said, complimenting him on his dancing and wondering where he picked that up, then again, it hit me that he’s been bugging a married couple for Satan knows how long, and he’s been on the surface a few times.

“You go around, you know some folks, you pick up some new things, learn a few tricks.” There was a small moment of silence. “Alright, I picked it up from Moxx and Mills.” I had a feeling. Right as I was about to say something while bringing back up onto his feet, I was the one to be dipped this time and caught off guard. “Now pucker up, cutie~” And with that, Blitzo kissed me sweetly and passionately, my vision getting blurry as my eyes fluttered and my heart was more soothed and relaxed. I will admit that Blitzo has kissed me on numerous occasions, but this was something he never pulled or did and it was immensely surprisingly and completely satisfying. I didn’t want to ruin the moment at all. In fact, I wanted to make it even better. So I decided to surprise Blitzo with something up my sleeve, slipping my tongue into his mouth and catching him off guard, only for our tongues to collide and intertwine with each other, his claws yanking and gripping me closer to his body, our lips still locked together for a good couple of seconds and right as we finally pulled away, there was an embarrassing amount of saliva attached to my lips and his, a dark blush hitting both our faces. “Well, that was, I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

“Yeah, wasn’t expecting that kiss either, heh.” The silence between us was high but was soon broken with Blitzo speaking up again.

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it. I know you’re probably thinking it too, are you going to make love to me already or what?” My eyes widened in surprise, my body heating up in response and while I was expecting a lewd comment or question, he was just completely straightforward with it, no hints, or riddles, just straight from the head.

“C-Can we go to the car now, like, right now?” I asked, hoping he could sense the desperateness in my voice, along with the look of lust in my eyes. Yeah, he definitely saw it, without a doubt. That smile of his, how he licked his lips in front of me, shooting a sexy glare at me, tonight was going to be a ride, in more ways than one as Blitzo swiftly picked me up in his arms and carried me towards the car bridal-style, grabbing a few eyeballs as he did.

“Of course~” We soon made our way outside and Blitzo finally set me down, not even bothering to look around if there were any watchers who were late to the party, as if he were planning something.

“Something wrong?” He didn’t reply with a vocal answer, but instead, what came next was what made this entire night probably the best homecoming ever. I’m going to spare the details, but what came next was pretty saucy.

Sometime Later…

I found myself rising out of bed to the sight of several dimmed lights and within seconds, the awareness hit me hard. I wasn’t at home. I was in Blitzo’s home. “Morning, sleepyhead.” The imp to my side greeted, not wearing anything like me as I hid myself under the sheets. I half-expected him to be dressed in some cute horse-themed pjs, but no, he was full-on naked under the sheets, his legs touching mine.

“Hey, Blitzo. I, umm, should I ask how I got here?” I questioned, preparing myself for the story that Blitzo had to tell, this should be good.

“Before you ask, because I have a feeling that’s the first thing you’re thinking about, your brother and his friends are fine. They got home safely and then I brought you down here to rest!” Blitzo explained, my eyes widening in fear at the idea of what he could’ve possibly done.

“For the love of God, Blitzo, please tell me the car’s in one piece. Please tell me no one got hurt.” I begged, shaking in anticipation, and not even hearing the room door open as I turned to see Moxxie come in.

“Actually, I helped drive,” The other imp claimed. “Not to be rude towards your new boyfriend, Elijah, but I had a very strong feeling that if my boss were to drive, it wouldn’t be pleasant. That and he introduced himself and the rest of us to your brother and friends.” Blitzo, you did not. You did fucking not.

“What, they were nice!”

“Sir, excuse my language, but you fucking scared them!” When Moxxie said those words, I didn’t even want to imagine how he scared and possibly scared them for life.

“Oh my God, Blitzo, why…”

“Don’t worry about it, Eli, you’re lucky I didn’t tell them about our little love-making session.”

“Sir, that’s WAY too much information.”

I didn’t know how to feel exactly with my brother knowing about Blitzo and the others, but as the conversation between him and Moxxie continued, I couldn’t help but think about that night, what I experienced with Blitzo and the things we did together, how he confessed his love and then made love to me. It felt unreal to think about knowing that the imp I spent the most time with actually liked me that way. That’s when I smiled and felt really glad that night ended up being in my favor.

#star's notebook #otp: satisfied client #I LEFT OUT THE SMUT #I'LL SHARE THAT LATER #THERE IS SOME SUGGESTIVE STUFF BUT I WILL TAG IT AS #ns//ft #ALSO ITS A LONG ONE #WITH THE SMUT ITS LIKE 5K WORDS #I DIDN'T THINK I WROTE THAT MUCH BUT DAMN #I ALSO GOT A BIT EXCITED GOING THROUGH THIS AND PROOFREADING IT #THERE MAY BE A COUPLE OF ERRORS AND IM SORRY #blitzo #helluva boss #self ship fic

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leoneandpegs · 6 years ago

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The Art of Deception

I’m here and back on my bullshit

(this was originally a vent and it turned into this? I apologise in advance)

Tony was confident. He was smooth and sly. Growing up with the press, he had learned at a very young age that he had people to impress. He was constantly in the spotlight. Constantly watched. The whole world was watching him. Every move; every word; every little thing he had done was known by everyone and able to be accessed by anyone. He was a celebrity; an icon that the whole world looked up to. He influenced society with what he said and did. He couldn’t take anything back. Once it was done, it was there forever. Never forgotten. Easily accessed.

Sometimes, he wished he had a normal life. Wished he didn’t feel like he had to live up to society’s standards. Wished the world wasn’t watching his life play out. Wished he wasn’t constantly judged for anything he did. He desperately wanted a life where he didn’t have to have the pressure of impressing everyone.

Tony’s father wasn’t great. In fact, he was a piece of shit. He didn’t love Tony. If he did, he was just shite at showing it. Tony only longed for his father’s love and support. He wanted a father to tell him that he was proud of him. As a child, Tony worked hard to show Howard that he was worth his time. To show that he was just as smart as him. But even with that, Howard still turned him away. He just wanted to be at least acknowledged by him. Was it just too much to ask? For a father to be loving and supportive? Maybe Howard wasn’t cut out to be a father. (Of course he wasn’t, he was a terrible father.)

Maybe that’s where the problems all started. With his father. Maybe if his father had been somewhat good at what he was supposed to do, he wouldn’t be overly self critical about himself. Maybe he wouldn’t think that everything he did wasn’t good enough.

The Tony the world knew was different to the real Tony. He wasn’t confident and self-assured. He was hurting. Constantly. He never felt like he was good enough. Was he good enough? Was anything he did good enough? Were his inventions good enough? No. That was always his answer. No.

And as life went on, it only became worse.

The Avengers. A group put together to protect the Earth. To make the world feel safe. A group of remarkable and skilled people that were able to bring hope and stability to the world. A group that were meant to be friends. In a sense, they were.

Tony cared for them; he really did. He showed that in his own way. He tinkered and built them their weapons. That was always the way he showed someone that they cared for them (with some exceptions). That was always the way he showed it. It was the only way he knew how to show it. It was a way to relieve his stress. Sometimes though, he felt like they didn’t care about him.

Maybe it was his terrible self-esteem, but he often felt like he was cast out from the group. Like he didn’t really belong there. Sure, he was part of the Avengers but he didn’t think he belonged there as a friend.

Ever since Afghanistan and becoming Iron Man, his mental health had deteriorated even quicker than before. Mixed with his depression and anxiety, there was PTSD. His mind was tainted with the memories of torture, the terrible surgery for his arc reactor and flying into that wormhole during the invasion. His dreams were replaced with nightmares that haunted his mind. That’s part of what caused the insomnia.

He never slept. He couldn’t sleep. Thoughts plagued him, whispering from the back of his mind. A mantra. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. He wished he was good enough.

As a superhero, you can’t save everyone. A fact that Tony was yet to accept. The guilt was always there. People he couldn’t save. All those innocent people that died because he couldn’t save them. He should’ve been able to save them. He should’ve saved them. They had friends. They had family. Why couldn’t he save them all?

The press was unforgiving. Always highlighting his faults and mistakes. Did that help him? Of course not. It only gave him another reason to keep on upgrading his suits and the Avengers’ weapons. He had to be able to save everyone. He needed his gear to be the best it could be. The whole world was relying on him; on the safety he brought to them.

Therapy kinda helped. But then again, he had never been the kind of person that would talk about his feelings. He was never allowed to. (Another fault of Howard Stark.) He was given medication. At times, it felt like it really did help him but at others, it felt like there was no point in taking them. The ups and downs of his mental health, he guessed.

He saw Pepper die. Well, she didn’t really die but he watched her fall. He thought she was dead. She should’ve been dead. If it weren’t for that damn Extremis that she was injected with, she would’ve died. He was thankful for that, but she shouldn’t have been kidnapped or injected with it in the first place. And that was his fault. He shouldn’t have let her get kidnapped. Now she had to have the memories of it.

The Avengers - his second family. And although he felt cast out at times, he enjoyed having them live with him. He enjoyed having their company and the shenanigans they got up to. It was never truly uneventful when they were there. Their family was dysfunctional, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

In his quest to keep the world as safe as possible, he created Ultron. In theory, his plan was great. A robot that would bring safety to Earth. A set of hands around the world; protecting the whole population from the inevitable alien attack. If only it didn’t completely backfire.

He didn’t expect Ultron to become evil. Nobody did. He just wanted another way to protect everyone. Apparently, that was just too much to ask.

Ultron was built to protect the Earth, but instead wanted to destroy it. His plan was to kill the entire population of the planet. All of the innocent people. Everyone.

That took a big toll on Tony. He was to blame. He created Ultron. Bruce was missing. He lost JARVIS and even though he now had Vision, he would never be the same. Anyone who died during that attack was on Tony. His fault, his fault, his fault. His mental health got worse.

As he was still yet to fulfil his quest of ensuring the safety of the entire Earth, Tony kept on working. Working on new suits. Working on new weapons. Anything and everything to make sure everyone was safe. ‘You can’t save everyone.’ Bullshit. Tony would make sure that everyone was safe. He could save everyone. He had to be able to. After all of the innocent people he couldn’t save, he had to make sure there wasn’t anymore.

But what happens when those weapons are used against him? The same weapons he gifted those he called family used against each other. They were meant to protect the world, not create what they called ‘the civil war.’

Betrayal. Betrayed by the people he cared for the most. He did a lot of things he regretted during that time. Blinded by rage and hurt, he became desperate to bring his family back together. He brought Peter into the fight. And even though he was definitely good enough to go into a fight like that, he was only a child. He didn’t have to be dragged into that.

Rhodey. Oh god, Rhodey. He was paralysed. And it was his fault. Was it really his fault? No. But did he still think it was? Yes. But still, he made sure that Rhodey has the best damn leg braces that he could build. He would make it so he could walk again.

Then, Siberia happened. Finding out the truth about the death of his parents, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Learning that someone he completely trusted had lied to him for years, he felt utterly betrayed. And then he was left there to die.

He was alone. Again. He only had Pepper, Happy and Rhodey. And maybe Peter. Not that he meant to let Peter into his life like that, Peter just had a way of working his way into people's hearts.

He gave Peter the suit. It was so much better than his homemade suit anyway. Such a drastic improvement. He was able to track how well Peter was doing and if he had any injuries. He also gave Peter an AI for his suit. Peter named her Karen which he found quite cute.

That was until the ferry fiasco. He took away the suit. He had to take away the suit. It was to keep him safe. Peter couldn’t be responsible about having the suit. That would stop him, right? Wrong.

Tony thought about if it was the wrong decision to take the suit away from Peter. No. It was definitely the right decision. He wouldn’t get hurt. He didn’t need the suit. He needed to learn that he could be something without the suit. He couldn’t have known that taking away the suit wouldn’t stop Peter.

Peter, desperate to prove himself to Tony, went after Vulture on homecoming night. In the end, he didn’t know if he should have gone or not. Having a building dropped on you isn’t a great experience. But he saved the Avengers’ items and that’s what really mattered. To him, anyway.

Tony was absolutely devastated when he found out what really went down on that night. Peter still went out in his fucking pyjamas after Tony took the suit. He took away Peter’s layer of protection. And now he was dealing with the PTSD of having the damn warehouse collapse on him. That was his fault. Everything was his fault.

Even after Peter turned down the offer to be in the Avengers, they still stayed quite close. Peter was gifted the suit back and he visited the tower, which Tony decided to no longer sell, at least once a week.

Tony loved Peter. Hell, even Pepper loved Peter. Have you looked at him? That boy is literally a puppy. At that point, Peter was basically Tony’s son. And Tony was basically a helicopter parent. Howard didn’t completely fuck him up. He was able to take care of his totally not-son. Fuck you Howard.

Peter knew Tony; the real Tony. Despite what the kids at school said about his ‘Stark Internship’, he did actually know Tony Stark himself. And not the press Tony Stark™️, the real Tony Stark. He was one of the lucky few who knew what Tony was really like. Not like how the press portrayed him. He wouldn’t dare say it, but Tony was his father figure. (Honestly, both of them needed to fucking grow some balls and admit it; everyone knew that they were father and son.)

When Tony was with Peter, he finally felt like he was enough for someone. That someone being Peter. And really, to Peter, Tony was more than enough. He had looked up to Tony his entire life so now knowing him was kinda a mindfuck to Peter.

But even so, Tony still wanted to ensure safety to all the people of Earth. Then, he made Mark 50. A nanotech suit that he can get in an instant. Even though it was quite a pain to get the whole mechanism installed (and a pain to have in his body,) it was well worth it if it made sure that Earth could be protected.

It had been about a year since the ‘Civil War’. Still, no contact had been made between Tony and Steve. Tony didn’t really want to. Yes, he wanted his family back but could he really trust them all again? Would they betray his trust again? Steve lied to him for years. On something he had the right to know. Something he shouldn’t have found out about in Siberia. Forgivable? Probably not. He wasn’t mad at Bucky. He was never mad at Bucky. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be. It wasn’t his fault that he was brainwashed and used by HYDRA. He was the weapon that HYDRA yielded. He was mad at the fact that the truth was hidden from him for years. Hidden from him by someone he put his complete trust in.

The Avengers were no longer a reliable option when it came to protecting the world. Nobody knew where they were. Did Team Cap ever think about the consequences on the civilians of the world? They only had a handful of people left that they could put their faith in to keep their world safe. They lived in fear of what could happen without them.

Infinity war. That’s what they called it. That was the inevitable invasion Tony always prepared for. What Tony had been thinking about ever since the invasion in New York. And another one was about to happen.

It seemed like a somewhat normal day. It was a normal day. It should’ve been a normal day. Why wasn’t it a normal day? Just him and Pepper in that park. That’s how it should’ve stayed. Fate works in weird ways and it’s not always the way that it should be.

Tony never thought he would ever actually have to go into space. And especially not with the kid. Peter was just meant to be help the little guys, not carry the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. Peter was a good kid. He already held grief and sadness yet still managed to keep a smile on his face at all times. He didn’t need to be corrupted by the demons and pain of the world. He didn’t need to see space as what it really was.

Oh, yeah and Thanos was a fucking demon of a purple space grape. He stabbed- wait no, impaled Tony. He had the audacity to do so after talking so highly about him. He stood there, waiting for the black to start coming into the corner of his eyes. He was waiting for death. He was going to have the death he always wanted. Dying while saving the world; dying in honour. And he was, until-

“Stop.”

Looking over, he saw Strange. Didn’t he say that he would protect the time stone even if it cost him his life? He wasn’t just going to give over the time stone. This wasn’t the way they would win, right? This couldn’t be the only way.

“It was the only way.”

Well, shit. This is not how he expected any of this to go. And now Thanos was gone. He was sat there, helpless. Not knowing what would come next. Thanos had surely gone to Earth. He didn’t have the mind stone - Vision was still out there, alive. All he could hope was that those that were defending Earth could do so. He prayed to a God he didn’t even believe in that it would all go well.

First it was Mantis. Then it was Drax. Then it was Quill. Then Strange.

“Mr Stark?”

God please no. Not him. Not Peter. The sweet innocent boy Tony had grown to love. He had so much to live for. He had so much potential. An amazing future waiting for him.

“I don’t feel so good.”

Falling into Tony’s arms, Peter clutched desperately onto him as he begged for his life. Too young; too pure. Slowly fading away. Grasping on to Tony for his dear life. This wasn’t the way it was meant to go. He was meant to be peaceful, not in pain. Not begging for his life. Not meant to be a child when he experienced death.

He dusted. Ripped from existence. Ripped from Tony’s grasp. Tony sat there and waited for it too. He waited for the dust to come from his fingers and take him away from existence. It was his turn.

But, it never came.

For the first time in years, he cried freely. He didn’t hold back. Tears rolled down his stained cheeks, mixing with the blood from the various wounds situated on his face. He tasted the dust and the blood. He tasted the tears. He tasted the pain. He tasted the loss.

He failed. He failed to protect the Earth. He failed to protect the universe. He failed to protect Peter. This was all his fault.

His fault. His fault. His fault. His fau….

- 🌻 (Pegs)

My AO3: oofandpeggy

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cosplayinamerica · 6 years ago

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It's fun just hearing people go "Hey look its spiderman! ...with a keyblade? Kingdom Hearts Spiderman? That's cool!"

The responses have been awesome and positive! I wore it for the first time few years ago to Dragoncon, and people loved the combination of Spiderman and Kingdom Hearts. It gets even more love now that the Spiderman : Into the Spiderverse movie has popularized the Spiderverse and the possibilities of all sorts of different spider-people.

Kingdom Hearts Spiderman came from inspiration I got from some fan art that I saw around when Spiderman Homecoming came out. It showed a homemade spider suit (with the hood) partnered with Sora in an outfit with some Spiderman coloring/detailing. Around the same time the Ben Reilly Scarlet Spider comics rebooted, and in the first few issues, he is wearing the suit that I use for my KH Spiderman cosplay.

I ordered the suit custom made for me from a site called Zentaizone (a common suit people use for spider suits). I then found and painted some waterproof shoes so I could run/climb in the suit easier, as well as got a face shell and lenses for a cleaner face look. The big custom part was the design and construction of the keyblade. I drew up a few designs, some complex and some simple, and decided to go with the simple more noticeable spiderman looking design (spider logo handguard, spider legs end with webbing up the blade). I then used the colors on my suit to help figure out a color pallet for the keyblade, and that's how it came about.

Cosplay has given me a lot of confidence and has created a great outlet for creativity. Plus it's gotten me a ton of new friends, cause it's always easy to find people who love the same things you do when you literally wear it. If you ever feel like there is nothing new to cosplay, just start combining things or getting a bit creative! It's fun, and people generally love to see weird/unique things at conventions.

---- Ninjaneer Cosplay

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#Spiderman #Kingdom Hearts #mashup #cosplay

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chirp-the-trashbird · 6 years ago

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Why I'm disappointed in Marvel - Reason 1

Spider-Man.

Now don't get me wrong, I love Tom Holland's Spider-Man as much as the next person, but the fact is, he's been sidelined.

I didn't enjoy Spider-Man Homecoming because, frankly, it felt juvenile. There was more cringy teen drama than superhero-ing and it was difficult for me to watch.

But that's not my issue. My issue is the characterization.

Part of Spider-Man's appeal as a superhero is that he's a homemade superhero - literally. He got his powers by accident, freaked out as any person would and then decided to pretend they didn't exist until a tragic personal loss spurred him into action. He made his suit. He made his webshooters. He made his web formula. And he's never forgotten who and what he's fighting for - the little guy, the normal people, the kind of person he still kind of views himself as.

And in the MCU, the suit he was given has an AI, and fancy gimmicks, and a multitude web designs - all of which negates the one achievement he did himself. Because the suit- that wasn't his design. The webshooters - well Tony Stark improved them of course, nevermind the fact that he never studied the ones Peter made. And the web designs - well I guess Tony Stark just figured out and expanded upon Peter's formula, nevermind that he's not a chemist.

And what did Peter accomplish in all of this, when everything he achieved was redone and improved by Tony Stark? Well, he has powers. Powers which enable him to lift a fucking warehouse ceiling, stick to walls, heal faster, sense danger, and have improved reflexes and flexibility. But only when the plot demands, of course.

The crux of the matter is Spider-Man's role in Infinity War and Endgame. That is to say, it was much of one.

In Infinity War, he appealed to younger audiences and served as comic relief. And while the gauntlet scene and Spider-Man's role in it was a definite, major plot element, it's negated by Spider-Man's key role in the movie being his own death and the "IronDad" feels it provoked.

Additionally, the "Iron Spider" suit is illogical. It's more Iron Man than Spider-Man. From a tactical standpoint, the suit wouldn't function to allow Spider-Man the flexibility and range of movement that his powers and fighting style demand - that's why the Spider-Man suit has always been so thin and why the Iron Spider suit just doesn't make sense.

In Endgame, Spider-Man had an even smaller role. He served to motivate Tony to help bring back half the universe. He gave the audience a quick, palatable, and amusing breakdown of what happened when to the Vanished when they were brought back. Of course we can't forget the "IronDad" hug. And then he played hot potato with the gauntlet, took a fall, and then served as the catalyst for that moment where all the female superheroes abandon their respective battles to gather, pose, and then charge in a move that makes zero tactical sense.

And don't get me started on Instant Kill Mode, which while amusing, and hilarious in the moment, renders Spider-Man as nothing more than a body in a suit, the suit does all the work and he just stands there - in that moment, it could have been anyone in the suit and it wouldn't have made a difference.

In short, Spider-Man's role in Infinity War and Endgame was to appeal to younger audiences and to humanize Tony Stark so that audiences would sympathize with his character, thus maximizing the impact of his death.

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sensesdialed-a · 6 years ago

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“peter shouldn’t have just been given his suit in the mcu”

okay, i definitely agree that him making his own suit directly shows just how smart he is, and i totally would’ve loved seeing that, but guys! for my portrayal of peter, i honestly don’t think it’d make sense, or at least if he kept one he made himself, he wouldn’t have the familiar suit that we all know

1. he wouldn’t have the MONEY for it. there’s a reason that his homemade suit looks very homemade, and that’s because of the sheer lack of money he has. my peter got all materials he used to make it from a thrift store, and he obtained his web shooters by quite literally looking through trash for spare parts and stealing chemicals from the lab at school. not saying if he made a suit it would have to have all the technologically advanced features it does now, but it’d look exactly like the first one he had, since he doesn’t have the funds for that kind of material, and ALSO !! probably isn’t that good at sewing! (he had to make his old mask somehow, but could he really make a whole suit like that??)

2. his intelligence is also shown in SO many other ways. he’s the one who made the web-shooters, developed the mechanics for them and everything. he’s the one who designed the web fluid (and has made it so much STRONGER over time, based on comparing it in homecoming vs infinity war), and he and ned h a c k e d the Stark suit together. i personally headcanon that peter also makes his own modifications to the suit, and messes around with the tech where he can. he is still a genius!

3. not exactly related, but i feel like a lot of people forget that he’d been spider-man for six months before civil war. no matter what happened (he had no idea he would gain tony stark’s attention), he was going to keep on being spider-man. the stark suit becomes very important to him, as shown is homecoming, but it also stands to teach him a LESSON, that he can be something without it. the most pivotal moment to his character development is when he lifts the rubble with nothing but his own STRENGTH

tldr; peter is smart and capable no matter what and just because the mcu makes some changes doesn’t invalidate that, and him being given a suit makes sense because he’s a teenager that both wouldn’t have the money for it and needs the kind of precautions the other suit has based on how many times he gets himself into danger. he can simultaneously have this suit and be intelligent.

#{ my secret identity; ooc }#{ i wanna get better better better!; headcanons }#(this is really just me rambling but i was thinking about this and dkhsjfbkjbhksdjfnsdk)#(i have a lot of thoughts about him and his character development)#(and his own genius)#(yeah dfjkhs)

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davidmann95 · 7 years ago

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Got a ranking for live-action Spidey outfits?

Not counting the various homemade costumes, all of which I like in different ways (Raimi’s broke new ground and looked great, the Amazing one such as it was was the most believable as something a teenager made in his room, and the MCU version has some real ramshackle charm even if I don’t buy the goggles producing the white-eye effect):

4. The Amazing Spider-Man

I get what they were going for here but…no. Maybe not as bad as some would accuse it of, but still pretty bad. The eyes, the finger-stripes, the elongated spider, the rounding-off of the red sections, the high-tech webshooters, none of it works, and more annoying still is that even aside from trying to grit it up, you could probably guess even without the montage that this is supposed to be a ‘realistic’, ‘homemade’ take on the suit. If they ever go full Alex Ross and literally just stuff Tom Holland or the next kid into a skintight sewn cotton suit with zero frills that someone could actually wear under their clothes and slip right into and out of, I’ll happily buy into the ‘homemade’ illusion if it’s pulled off with even a sliver of grace, but this is just ugly, ridiculously overdone, and stretches suspension of disbelief even in the context of a superhero movie.

3. Raimi’s Spider-Man

I’ve talked in the past about how different uniforms translate differently into live-action. Superman and Batman you can do a 100% straight take from the comics and it works, because their suits are made up of visible component parts where you can tell how it comes together. They pull up the pants and put on the shirt and boots, pull up the underwear over it and tighten the belt, tuck in the cape/put on the cowl, and you’re set: incongruous with the world around it as it may be, you can actually tell how they’re supposed to function as clothes, and that sells it. With Flash’s seamless jumpsuit however, or Captain America’s patriotic tactical gear, there’s just no clean way of making that work when there’s actual physical objects involved rather than lines on a page, so you have to make some compromises to get it to work. But then there’s characters like Iron Man and Spider-Man, where because they’re fully covered they cross a certain uncanny valley of inhumanity anyway, so you can pretty much do whatever you want with them. The designers here clearly recognized that - given that since the X-Men rehauled their own over-the-top costumes just a couple years earlier to solid success, there may well have been some pressure to change things up here ala the Ross redesign that later became the Superior Spider-Man suit - and while I’ve never been wild about the sharper front-and-back spider designs, this was an infinitely closer translation than anyone had any right to expect in 2002.

2. The Amazing Spider-Man 2

Wisely building on the existing base this time, there’s not much different here, but what is changed-up - the rounder, friendlier eyes, the brighter blue - is universally an improvement aside from the spider itself still being kinda off.

1. MCU Spider-Man

Is this the best of all possible live-action Spider-Man costumes? Not nearly. Most of the fluff is I recognize a product of fitting into the larger MCU aesthetic, and it’s genuinely admirable how much the designers got the straps and seams and visible tech to not overwhelm the larger design, but as far as I’m concerned it would only be an improvement to streamline it further. But this wins on the basis of three things:

1. They finally got the logos right. Sure, a little tinkered with to fit that Tony Stark made ‘em, but you sure can’t tell the difference when he’s in action, and even up close I think they’re respectable updates.

2. The webbing’s finally just part of the basic stitching, rather than weird rubber layering on top.

3. Even them being able to express aside, those eyes. I didn’t know I had a definitive preference for Spidey’s ‘neutral’ eyes between largely white with some black around the edges or more of a 50/50 thing, but this movie made clear it’s very much the latter.

With those in play, I’m more than willing to forgive some reasonably restrained noodly business on top that largely blends in with the webs when in motion anyway. While I hope they tweak it a touch further over time, I’m definitely comfortable with where they’ve landed on this for the foreseeable future.

As for what we might as well call the Iron Spider suit, I gotta withhold judgement until Infinity War: the lighting we saw it in wasn’t ideal, haven’t seen it in motion, and maybe most importantly it’s not clear yet if this is supposed to be ‘the’ costume going forward, or just something for Pete to wear and decide to discard, or keep in reserve for Avengers missions while wearing the regular threads in his solos. In any case, it deserves credit for visibly being ‘Spider-Man as remade in Tony Stark’s image’ without approaching the decidedly iffy source material - even evoking the black suit in some potentially interesting ways - and if Spidey’s going to be the center of the MCU once Cap and Iron Man presumably bite it, having him go for the all-out red, yellow and blue color scheme is surely a solid way to illustrate his new place on the totem pole. But the navy blue (if that’s what it is) needs to be reconsidered, it crosses the line of tech-iness, and while I actually kinda like that spider, I’m not sure I’m willing to commit to a long-term relationship with it. I don’t imagine this is truly intended as lasting anyway; they got a pretty universal positive response with the Civil War/Homecoming look that they have no reason to immediately change up for keeps, and it’s presented as over-the-top and vaguely gaudy in a way that reflects its narrative purpose, so I suspect it’ll be a one-and-done. Still definitely at least better than the first Amazing’s though.

#Spider Man #MCU #Iron Spider #The Amazing Spider Man #Spider Man: Homecoming #Superhero Costumes #Opinion

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