🍉 : which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why?
Peter’s the autumn. He’s first days of school and blustery winds and the last gasps of color clinging to the trees like hope. He’s the in-between time, the edge between light and dark, life and death, beginnings and endings. He’s sweatshirts and flannels and nights getting just a little bit longer. He’s children in masks on Halloween, an absolute delight to trick or treaters. He’s new pens and new notebooks. He’s standing on a precipice, knowing you’ll have to go through the worst before you find spring again. He’s gearing up for the winter, but he’s not ready to let go of the little bit of warmth he has left.
🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?
Peter lives and breathes New York City. He’s hopped between Queens and Manhattan, but he’s never lived anywhere else. He doesn’t think he could live anywhere else--he’s barely spent more than a few weeks outside of it in his entire life (save the five years he was a pile of ash in outer space). There’s something tying him here: he’s New York’s Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, as much a fixture of the city as the MTA and the piles of sweltering garbage bags that line the curbs.
His diet is mostly cheap pizza and good bagels (no, you can’t get either outside of the city, don’t even try him), and he is, honest to god, still a diehard Mets fan after all these years -- he and Ben went to a few games when he was a kid, when they could find the time and money. He caught a ball one time, and is still trying to get the team to let Spidey throw the first pitch.
He thought about applying to MIT for grad school, but the idea of living in Boston didn’t sit right (and he would have moved to England for Gwen, but that was when things were simpler). And the few times he’s been to Europe? Yikes. Nothing but disaster there. No, Peter is a hometown hero. Was a hometown hero. Now he’s a... hometown something. Unfortunately, he can’t leave New York. Either he or it might collapse. He’s here to stay, for good. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
