I’ve Been Thinking About The Idea Of Neytiri And Spider Having Familial Soul Marks On Their Wrists,

Their happy moments

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I'm hoping that the Avatar 3 trailer just drops randomly. It could drop when we least expect it, and that would make it all the more exciting. You come home from a long day of work, crawl into your pajamas after a hot shower, and curl up on the couch to doom scroll with some snacks when all of a sudden you get a YouTube notification on your phone and boom...there it is.

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I know some people are not a fan of Spider being able to breath Pandora's air because it takes away Spider interesting backstory of someone living on a planet that's completely inhospitable to him and the challenges he overcomes but..

BUT I really love the idea of Spider one day, maybe he accidently knocks his mask off his face and at first he panics but then nothing happens. He can breath the air! He doesn't need the mask to breath when he could be the air. And the first thing he wants to do is leave.

Yes, leave. It's sad, but he's had enough.

Enough of the hatred he gets from Neytiri, the feign ignorance Jake displays when he ignores how his mate treats him. Enough of the mistrust of the Omatikaya. Enough of being ignored or being seen as a burden by the scientists.

And he just decides to run away, just leave both the Omatikaya and Hell's Gate behind. He's no longer tethered to Hell's Gatw because he doesn't need assistance to breath.

Spider wants to explore all of Pandora. He wants to see every inch of Eywa's beautiful creation. Spider has never really belonged anywhere, why should he stay in one space?

He'll miss Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk, Mo'at, and even Neteyam. They were the only ones who were good to him even if Neteyam had started to pull away. He will miss them all but as their mother has constantly tells Spider, he doesn't belong there and Neytiri can't claim all of Pandora.

So on the day Spider finds out he can breath Pandorean air, he leaves. He leaves notes for the ones he cares about in his bed and gets out of dodge.

First look at the Ash Village, home of the Mangkwan Clan

And we now have a name for Varangs beast: it’s a flying Nightwraith that the production team jokingly calls Ashley!

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So, I've been having thoughts about Spider wielding Chaos magic.

Crazy, right? In a galaxy where blue people exist and humans have found a way to colonize planets, red magic wouldn't be too farfetched.

That would be absolutely wild—Spider awakening as a Chaos witch in a moment of extreme pain and trauma, unleashing a force that he never knew existed. It would make him a terrifying and awe-inspiring figure on Pandora, a force of nature devoted to Eywa and the planet of his birth. Throw in Kiri, and you've got two overpowered siblings.

Anyway, here's a drabble:

Captured by the RDA, Spider endures days of torture as they demand the location of the Sullys. They push him past his limits—electric shocks, water deprivation, beatings—until something inside him snaps. It’s not just pain that fuels the transformation, but sheer, unfiltered rage. He had spent his entire life being nothing but a pawn to everyone. A demon to the Na’vi, a prisoner to the RDA, an afterthought to the humans of Hell's Gate. No more.

The air distorts. The room trembles. A deep crimson glow seeps from Spider’s fingers, crackling and sparking like liquid fire. He doesn’t think—doesn’t even understand what’s happening—before an explosion of red chaos energy erupts outward, flaying the RDA soldiers alive. Metal warps and melts, bodies twist and contort, their screams merging into a sickening cacophony of agony. Blood paints the walls.

Quaritch barely has time to register what’s happening before he bursts apart, his entire form breaking down on a molecular level.

Spider stands at the epicenter of the carnage, breath heaving, eyes glowing a deep, menacing crimson. His feet leave the floor as he ascends, floating weightlessly, surrounded by swirling tendrils of chaotic energy. He looks down at the ruin he has created, the shredded remains of his captors, the metal reduced to slag.

And for the first time in his life, Spider feels powerful.

He doesn’t run. He doesn’t hide. He flies, the red glow of his magic cutting across the Pandoran sky like a falling star of crimson.

The Omatikaya stare in shock as he arrives, his form wreathed in pulsing red light. He doesn’t wait for their judgment. He knows what he must do. The RDA has taken everything from him, from the Na'vi, from Eywa, from this world. Jake Sully had done what he could, but these demons were relentless in their pursuit for more. Never again.

With a single whisper, the forest bends to his will. The skies darken. The very fabric of reality trembles as he vanishes in a flicker of crimson energy, reappearing in the heart of Bridgehead City.

And then, with a single motion of his hand, he tears it apart.

Buildings collapse. Mechs crumple like paper. Soldiers scream as the very air around them shreds them into nothing. There is no mercy, no hesitation—only raw, undiluted vengeance. The Wrath of Eywa.

Spider doesn’t stop until the RDA is gone. Until their machines are dust, their weapons are ruins, and the very land they corrupted is cleansed by his power. As the last embers of destruction fade, he stands amidst the wreckage, his red eyes burning like twin suns. He is no longer just a stray human, no longer the son of a demon.

He is the harbinger of chaos.

And Pandora is his to protect.

The four of them 🤩

Photo from the new Empire Magazine special

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The best quartet

“Wait, you’re human?”

“Ha Ha.”

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