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Spider Socorro Protection Squad

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I go by Spinner.

I am 31 years of age and too old to get involved in any drama or discourse. Those who bring that to this blog will be immediately blocked.

I go by She/Her pronouns.

This blog is dedicated to my love for Spider Socorro from Avatar.

I do not care for Quaritch. Never have. Never will. He's not my cup of tea, but if you like him, that's great! No judgment here! I just won't be posting anything about him unless it's an analysis of his personality.

My blog consists of little headcanons about Spider or Aus spun from the top of my head.

I am currently obsessing over my The Wanderer AU, where Spider dies and goes back in time to become a wanderer with his ikran. This is basically just a feel-good what-if where Spider travels the world of Pandora because he wants to live a life beyond Hell's Gate and see the world.

I love the flora and fauna of Pandora and will be gushing about them.

I'm just here to have fun and indulge in my current hyperfixation.

There won't be much shipping here except for the occasional Neytiri x Jake post!

Hateful asks and comments will be deleted or ignored. Life is too short to focus on the negatives. If you have a problem with me and what I'm posting, then kindly block me or keep scrolling.

Enjoy your stay!

Wheeee another one 👀...

The Wanderer AU

I just watched Avatar: The Way of Water and came up with this bittersweet time-traveling au where Spider chooses to go his own way and practice self-care instead of staying where he is not wanted.

Imagine.

Spider’s last memory is the cold bite of Neytiri’s blade against his throat, her amber eyes filled with fury and grief. Then—nothing.

Yet, death does not claim him.

Instead, he awakens beneath the bioluminescent embrace of the Tree of Souls, his body weightless, his soul adrift. Eywa’s presence is everywhere—vast, ancient, and sorrowful. She tells him that his life was taken before its time, that he has honored her ways, and that she has always loved him. Eywa wants him to live again. To see the world beyond the forests and accept her blessings. He was meant for more.

And so, she gives him a choice: fade into the great cycle, or return.

Spider wakes gasping, his lungs—his human lungs—filling with Pandora’s air as if he had been born to breathe it. His mask is gone, yet he does not choke. Beside him, a presence stirs—an ikran, its sleek form rippling with twilight hues, its golden eyes locking onto his. It was his. Bonded. A gift, not tamed but chosen. Eywa's final gift.

Spider does not return to Hell’s Gate. He does not return to the Omatikaya. He takes to the skies, his ikran, his brother, carrying him over endless oceans and floating mountains, through mist-laden valleys and deep, untouched jungles. Spider becomes a phantom, a whisper in the trees, a shadow glimpsed soaring across the moons of Pandora, a traveling hermit always quick to spin a tale or offer advice.

Stories spread—of a lone human who flies Eywa’s skies and walks her lands without fear, a human who rides the largest ikran ever seen and calls it "brother," a human whose love for Eywa was so strong that she blessed him. Some call him a myth. Others, a ghost. The Na'vi speak of him in hushed voices, wondering if he was a sign of Eywa’s favor or her weapon against the humans who seek to corrupt her world.

Spider never sought out a home, but wherever he went, Pandora embraced him. Not as a human. Not as a stray. But as himself—the human who chose Pandora, and whom Pandora chose in return.