Imagine Spider Having The Gift To Commune With The Spirits Of The Dead, Na'vi, And Humans. Spirits Are

Haven’t been in the mood to draw :/

But I’ve been coming up with a design for tallulah :)

Might change some stuff though

My ‘ite My tsamsiyu UPDATE!

New update of the storyyyy!!!!!

Spider Socorro X Original female character

i hate when top wildlife predators are just lil babies teeny tiny babies

"Neytiri can be understood: she hit the Spider because her daughter was in danger, her firstborn was dead, and Neytiri was furious."

Yes, it can be understood, but not justified. No matter how crazy she is, it doesn't mean that she can harm children. That doesn't mean she shouldn't have talked to Spider after the incident on the ship. This does not mean that this situation should be hushed up, as if she had accidentally pushed him instead of putting a knife to his chest.

Why, if Neytiri can be understood, then the Spider cannot be understood-"He betrayed Sally: he saved Quaritch, taught them the Na'vi language." True, but it's not a betrayal. The spider was in CAPTIVITY and was used as a tool to achieve goals (not only by the deja blu team, Neytiri did it too). He saved Quaritch because he was the only adult who really cared about him. Not because circumstances forced him to do it, but because he wanted to do it himself.

In the months Quaritch has spent with his son, he has achieved more than anyone from Hellgate or the clan. Quaritch saved the Spider from torture!

In just one film, it was possible to understand that the Spider is a merciful, kind and not at all cruel hero, despite the fact that not everyone likes him, he does not treat them with hostility. His own homeland is not suitable for him to live in, but no matter what, he would not trade it for any other place, even if it were 1000 times better.

And the Spider should have had real parents, not employees who were supposed to take care of it. None of the people thought about accepting it. Even Norm, who was ready for children (he literally adopted Omatikai's orphans), did not accept him. No one thought about him.

Spider lost almost everything he had or should have had.

Even his father has a lot of fans, despite the fact that he was clearly not a super hero.

It upsets me that people desperately don't want to analyze the movie (or analyze everything related to the Spider), they only have two arguments: "The Spider betrayed Sally" and "Quaritch said he didn't care about the Spider"

And obviously, it doesn't matter to them that Quaritch calls the boy his son in the rescue scene, and it doesn't matter that Quaritch was deceiving himself in the beginning. It was safer for Quaritch to show that he didn't care about the Spider, because otherwise the Spider would once again become the protagonist of a bad story, but this time related only to his father. As it already happened in the scene on the ship!

Even Neytiri understands that the Spider is important to Quaritch!

Oh, I didn't forget to mention that two adults abandoned a child in the company of deadly guys, didn't I? And no, arguments in the style of "they saved their children" are not accepted.

I apologize if something was unclear, English is not my native language.

oh yes it's that time of year again

irish coworker: *is back from a month in italy*

me: the weather must have been great, you're looking so tanned!

irish coworker: *stares down at his arms, which are a shade of eggshell white i associate with tasteful wedding table settings* i suppose i am!

welsh coworker: *enters room* wow, youre looking so tanned!

ghanaian coworker: *looks around like hes on the truman show*

Okay, but here's a dark au where Spider drags Quaritch from the water and promptly kills him, and now no one knows what to do with this human child soaked in the blood of his own father. Blood is thicker than water, right? Why would a son kill his own father? Pandora's greatest enemy is dead. The scourge of the Na'vi is gone.

So, what is this feeling of discontent?

-) The moment Spider pulled Quaritch from the water, he made a choice.

-) The once-mighty colonel was barely clinging to life, his body battered, his strength drained. Weak. Helpless. A man who had terrorized Pandora, who had burned forests and spilled the blood of Eywa's children, now lay before him, gasping, vulnerable.

-) The knife in Spider’s hand felt light. The motion effortless.

-) One swift drag across the throat was all it took. Just like Neytiri would have done to him. 'Do you see me now?' Spider thinks. 'See me. See me. SEE! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE MADE OF ME!'

-) Quaritch barely made a sound, just a wet, choked gasp as his lifeblood spilled into the water, dark ribbons mixing with the lapping waves. His body seized, his fingers twitching—but Spider only crouched there, watching, waiting. He waited for the flood of emotion. For the relief. The triumph. The guilt. But there was nothing. Just… numbness.

-) The monster was dead. The one responsible for so much suffering, for so much destruction, for everything—gone. And yet, Spider felt nothing. His father’s glassy eyes stared up at him, lifeless. Eywa’s grace had abandoned him long ago. And with any luck, Quaritch’s soul would never find peace. Never find acceptance. Spider exhaled slowly, running his tongue over dry lips, blinking at the bloodied body at his feet. His hands weren’t even shaking.

-) It was done. His brother avenged. The souls of Neytiri's family are avenged. His debt to the Sullys was paid in full. Everything is calm.

-) A soft rustling pulled his gaze upward. His father's Banshee crouched a few feet away, its golden eyes locked onto Spider with an eerie intensity. Spider tensed, half-expecting it to lunge, to attack, to avenge its fallen rider. But it didn’t. It simply watched. And then, without a sound, it lowered its head. Acceptance. Recognition.

-) As if possessed by something beyond himself, Spider stepped forward, his hand outstretched. His fingertips brushed against the creature’s snout, and for the first time that horrible day, he allowed himself a small, hollow smile. Perhaps it was a good thing that Quaritch never truly bonded to this one.

-) The rest of the Na'vi find him hours later, and Tonowari approaches first, his large shadow stretching over the scene, but he hesitates. The Metkayina chief has seen many battles, many bodies. And yet, this is different. This is a child, soaked in the blood of his own father. Why would a son do this? Spider meets his gaze, his expression empty. He waits for judgment. Condemnation. Something.

-) But when Tonowari speaks, it is not with anger. "The demon is dead." A statement. A fact. The warriors behind him exchange uneasy glances, but none argue. Some murmur in agreement; others simply watch. None move to comfort the boy who did the deed. Perhaps they do not know how.

-) The Sully are more horrified than relieved. Even Neytiri, who should feel the greatest relief of all, does not celebrate. Her bow hand clenches, fingers twitching as though her body is caught between two instincts. To praise him… or to fear him. She does not understand. She had thought she knew hatred. She had felt it burn through her when she held the blade to Spider’s throat on the Sea Dragon, her grief drowning out reason.

-) Jake had told her stories—of how humans could be cruel to their own offspring, how some children were beaten, abandoned, even killed by those who were meant to love them. How those same children woke up one day and decided to kill their parents. She had never believed it. Not until now. She watched Spider wipe the blood from his blade with mechanical precision, his movements too calm, too practiced. There is no triumph in his face, no relief, no sorrow.

Just a hollow emptiness.

-) Something dark and quiet has settled in the boy’s chest, a coldness that should not exist in one so young. The boy named Spider died on the Sea Dragon. Drowned beneath the weight of Neytiri’s hate, choked on the understanding that he would never belong. And what remains in his place is something else. Something Tonowari's people and the Sullys do not understand. Something they accept but fear all the same.

-) Jake takes a step forward, but Spider lifts a bloodied hand, stopping him before he can speak. "Don’t." His voice is hoarse, flat. "Your son has been avenged. The debt is paid. I am done. We are done." Jake stares, tears in his eyes, something unspoken hanging between them. "Kid, I never wanted this--" Spider turns his back, mounting the ikran with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before. And then he was gone. The wind howled as the graceful creature lifted itself into the sky, carrying Spider higher, farther, into the unknown. Jake’s voice rose behind him, calling his name. Kiri's voice is the loudest, crying and screaming for him, but he hardens his heart. They call his name. Spider does not return. Spider does not look back.