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Spider will be, at least ever so slightly compared to other humans, respected. he protected the clan. the Na'vi.

Different clans (including the metkayina) visiting the omaticaya form time to time and meeting Spider. At first they are like "what is this demon doing here?", then they get to know him and are like "Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous". Maybe after the Sullys flee to Awa’atlu, Tonowari asks about Spider and Jack being a dumbass says that one of the reasons they left was because spider was taken and could betray them. Cue in everyone roasting the shit out of them.

at first, after they got over him being human, they only really know him as the kid who lurks outside the meeting hut door, his golden hair peeking around the corner, with a smile that could light up the world. eventually he gets invited in and he'll stand awkwardly behind jake, always finding ways to be helpful, fetching water or tending the fire, flashing his smile to all the cheifs and tsahiks, bowing his head when he greet them. they think he's fricking adorable, and eventually build up his trust with them, till he finds the courage to sit with them during meetings, joining them after for meals, generally just being at ease with them.

spider is truly the reason some of them travel all the way to see the toruk makto so often, bringing their kids along so spider had someone to play with during the meetings. they feel ashamed for how they had judged him because he is truly the sweetest kid they have ever met, and they often question why jake does not do more to claim him, why the boy does not go to climb on his father like his siblings do, why he addresses him as sir, why he seems uneasy when urged to go back to his family hut to sleep.

then the sully's wind up in the metkayina village, without the boy, and both tonowari and ronal feel a sense of dread in their guts. when they ask where he is and jake says they left him with the demons? they almost murdered him, right there, they genuinely want to turn the family away. but, they want to find spider, and they know that if they keep the sully's around, that gets them a little closer to he boy, gives them a few extra hands to bring him back.

ronal does make a promise to the sully's, when they bring spider home, he will no longer be their child, their pet, their stray. he will be taken into the tonowari family where he'll actually be cherished.

god forbid the other clans, like the ta'unui, recognize and/or find out spider had been taken. they will flip on jake so fast.

I have some thoughts about an au where Neytiri decides to adopt Spider, but with a twist. Neytiri starts off with a cold, calculated plan to mold Spider into her weapon against the demon who destroyed her family, only to genuinely bond with Spider over time and see him as her own.

-) From the moment Neytiri laid eyes on the squirming, pink-skinned demon, she felt the fire of hatred coil around her heart. He has his father’s face. The same features, the same blood in his veins—Quaritch’s legacy, staring back at her with wide, unknowing eyes and a gummy smile. Instinct screamed at her to cast him away, to have him banished to her mate's former planet, to spare her home from the cruelty of yet another sky demon. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

-) Instead, Neytiri shoved her hatred into the deepest, coldest part of herself and made a choice. She would raise him. Not out of kindness. Not out of pity. Certainly not out of any foolish maternal instinct. No, she would raise him as a weapon. An instrument of vengeance.

-) Quaritch had stolen everything from her—her father, her sister, her brother, her home, countless lives of her people. And now, she would take everything from him. She would mold his son into something unrecognizable, shape him into the very antithesis of the man who sired him. Spider would walk like the Na’vi, speak their tongue, fight with their weapons, and live by their beliefs. He would forsake the demon blood in his veins until nothing of Quaritch remained. And when the time came, she would watch the fear dawn in the demon's eyes as his own flesh and blood struck him down.

-) There are times when Jake watches her with wary eyes when she helps Spider take his first steps, when she shushes his pitiful bleatings, and when she cradles him in her arms and holds his little hand in hers. There is an unease in Jake’s stare, as if he sees the shape of her plan but does not know how to stop it—or perhaps, deep down, does not want to. It does not matter.

-) Neytiri is resolute. She has a path, and she will walk it to the end. She will strip away every trace of Quaritch’s legacy, reshape him, teach him to hate the sky people, to despise the blood in his veins. He will not be human. He will not be Omatikaya. He will be a blade—her blade. He will be hers. And one day, when the time is right, he will drive that blade into his father’s heart.

-) But like all well-laid plans, this one did not go as intended.

-) Neytiri had expected wariness. She had expected grudging respect, perhaps even a smidgen of pride that he was picking up her lessons with eagerness. What she had not expected was love. Spider is eager, desperate to prove himself. As he grows, he stumbles, falls, bleeds—but always gets back up. He grins at her when she corrects his stance, laughs when she gently tugs at his hair in reprimand, glows under her approval.

-) It should not matter. He is a means to an end. And yet, somewhere along the way, the pretending stops. She began to see him. To feel warmth towards him.

-) Not the reluctant duty of a mentor or the cold satisfaction of a hunter circling its prey, but the aching, unbidden love of a mother.

-) Somewhere between teaching him to string a bow and scolding him for climbing too high, between pressing healing paste to his scraped knees and watching him giggle as Lo’ak and Neyteyam drag him into trouble with Kiri chasing after them and Tuk toddling along, something in her heart shifts. She no longer sees Quaritch in his face and instead sees Miles—a boy as unpredictable and beautiful as the forest, as fierce as any warrior, as stubborn as herself. A child who saw her as a mother.

-) And when the day finally came that she looked at him and realized she could not bear to lose him, Neytiri understood the cruelest twist of fate:

In trying to make him her weapon, she had made him her son.

AVATAR fic UPDATE

SPIDER SOCORRO X FEMALE OC

Unos diseños nuevos

Some new designs

“For Neytiri’s funeral veil we incorporated lace work into a braided head band that was made using New Zealand flax, harakeke. We took care to use undyed material representing grief, no bright colour” -wētāworkshop on instagram

A moot of mine on twt brought up how her outfits are typically very vibrant and now my heart is already more broken than before. What a beautiful and thoughtful costuming choice.

What if ? Miles Spider Socorro - really beautiful AU and fic

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