Spiderman Noir - Blog Posts

may i offer you some good boys in a trying time?

peter benjamin parker ily

I LOVE THEM IM GONANA CRY I LOVE YHEM SO MUCH 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

come home to me

look... I love you Juan Ferrerya... but please don't give him a fade. he does not have a fade.

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?

I'm sorry for seeing sunglasses and automatically assuming postal dude

im so tired

CW: BLOOD, RIBCAGE

I swear to god if this flops im killing everyone on this godforsaken website.

okay idk whats happening but the quality should be higher if you click it

Making a dumb storyboard amv to "turn it off" from book of Mormon except it's noir

this was the best thing I've ever read

HE LOOKS CRAZY PULLING OUT A GUN

This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain

what's embarrassing is that my friends can almost always tell when noir pops in my head, and a couple can even tell which one it is by the face I make

Hey do you ever

ain't this neat...

What 3 months of artblock has done to me

Every now and then I'll see the time I completely rawdogged (freehanded) this bitchass perspective and fucking ate white I was at it and just go "oh damn"

What's this noir au you speak of?

I sent a screenshot of this to my friend and he said "oh they fucked up"

I have another post explaining some of the more graphic parts of my AU, but here's another post in attempt to write it better!!

This AU is a continuation of literally every comic minus the noir fanservice ones (2020) because those aren't him that's ITSV noir and I stand by that. So this takes place after Spider-Geddon, ight? So a fair amount of time has passed and he's seen even more horrors. And boy oh boy have the horrors plagued him. He's gone textbook definition psychotic. Before you get any ideas, this is in no way glorifying psychosis. I know firsthand how disturbing the experience can be, and a lot of this is me transcribing my own experiences if I'm being honest.

So, he's psychotic. And can you blame the guy? You can only take so much of the people around you getting killed (and eaten) before it takes a toll. But don't you guys worry, my biggest pet peeve is when characters aren't written realistically or out of character. He's always had incredibly strong morals, and I don't intend on changing them; just amping them up by 1000.

So he gets back from literally fucking dying in Spider Geddon (okay I am taking some things from the 2020 comics because I'm not THAT creative) and just wants a hug from Aunt May, only to be rejected. And not just "no, you're supposed to be dead" rejection, oh no. I'm talking disgust. She shuts the door on him, she can barely look him in the eyes without feeling even more hatred for the kid she thought she once knew. And this crushes Peter, as it would anyone. So he goes to the next person he can think of: Mary Jane. Oops, she died overseas. So he goes to the Robertsons who let him in with warmth. Yeah that's right, I'm not a total fucking asshat. But Robbie still is lobotomized so all poor Petey can do is cry on his lap. Idc what anyone says, he does this at least once a week since it happened because I said so.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT! IT'S OKAY BECAUSE HE HAS A CAT! So he's still sane at this point. He continues on with his miserable life the best he can… which is not great. He can barely afford rent, none of his cases are working out, and he slowly begins to isolate himself out of disappointment. The only time he goes out is as Spider-Man because despite how Aunt May feels, it's the only time where he can be himself. It's the only time where he can just… run. From everything. From his personal life, from his work life, from his miserable state. The only thing that's really keeping him together is those moments of freedom and his cat. Until she dies. That's right, the cat dies.

Everything holding him together, everything that kept him from just abandoning everything, is gone. NOW cue the psychosis. I meant it when I said the cat was all that was holding him together. Because now nothing makes sense. It's just not fair. Now everything is a nightmare. He can't find a single speck of joy in his life. Scratch that, he can't even feel anything. He's nothing but numb.

Till one classic, cliché night (you won't believe this), a robbery occurs (Bro thought he could avoid a robbery that drastically changes his entire way of life 💀💀💀). Unfortunately for the robber, fortunately for Peter, beating the mook up made him feel something.

So he kept doing it. Going out of his way to punch the bad guys. But like any high, it comes down. The adrenaline runs off and the thrill leaves you empty once more. And eventually punching bad guys doesn't cut it anymore. He digs up some cases where he knows the son of a gun got away with it, and decided to put justice into his own hands. So when he finally took an asshats life, he felt alive for the first time in god knows how long.

But once more, it wears off. Just shooting someone isn't enough. Yeah, taking a life is intense, but they deserve more. These are the scum of the earth he's looking for, and getting shot is mercy. Mercy he doesn't have. Not anymore.

a drawing I just did that I will not be finishing because I don't want him naked but I don't want to cover the arms because I like them

the guy who got bit by a stupid spider

honestly despite making a LOT of drawings of him, most are shit or just doodles

and ask to be mutuals!

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

if you turn your brightness all the way up, and the contrast and exposure on him, then you can see a liiiitle bit more of him!

stayed up past my bedtime last night doing some studies

guess who!

gulp

Holy shit I think this is the first time I've drawn him and I don't hate it (so far)

I think if there was a competition for understanding value and form I wouldn't win but I'd sign up hoping for an honorary mention for my grade

everyone who thinks this was okay gives me the ick

I'm so glad that we as a fandom agree that "what the fuck was that?" 💀

someone give me ways to draw noir. I need to ignore my art assignment. of noir

got carried away

Love this guy. 10/10.

This is direct tracing of a reference image, and the goggles in the reference look like they weren't peoperly secured, BUT. Mask for Pete