My Same Line Of Thinking When I Started Writing Stories About Spider And Michelle.

Dono: I'm using my extra speaking time for a thank you. You've made work something I looked forward to, so thank you Phil from the bottom of my heart. Sincerely, your former QsmpEN update admin.

Phil: OHHH- yeah, I heard about the admins get- like-

Dono: I saw everything. I loved making you all insane, KEKW.

Phil: [Laughs] Nahh, fck off, it was you? It was fckin' you? Makin' everyone lose their sht? [Pointing at the camera] Good job. Good job. Good job. [Laughs] Fckin' hell... fckin' hell... I would just see chat compl- like, they- not complaining, but like, stressing out just saying "It's Crowver, the update account is taking in poems again."

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I am currently bouncing off the walls thinking about Spider forging his own path and creating his own family of misfits and outcasts, both Na'vi and human.

Instead of remaining caught between two worlds that refuse to fully claim him, Spider chooses to carve out his own space—his own home—among outcasts who, like him, never fit into the structures of either the RDA or the Na’vi. These outsiders were either set aside or left.

Imagine this blue-striped human quietly slipping away one night, leaving behind Hell’s Gate and the Omatikaya with nothing but a pack slung over his shoulder and a determined heart. He treks deep into the wilds of Pandora, following instincts honed from a past life, seeking others like him—those abandoned, cast aside, or seeking something greater than survival under someone else’s thumb.

At first, it’s only three of them—Spider, an ex-RDA scientist who defected, and a Na’vi warrior shunned by their clan for challenging tradition. Together, they build a home high in the mountains, tucked between floating cliffs and waterfalls where neither the RDA nor any hostile clan can reach them easily. They hunt, they craft, they survive—and then they grow.

More come. A lone Na’vi mother with her child, fleeing persecution. A human engineer who sabotaged RDA equipment before running into the wilds. A pair of Na’vi twins whose father was an avatar and whose clan cast them out for it. Orphans. Runaways. The lost and forgotten.

Spider becomes their leader, not because he craves power, but because he understands their pain better than anyone. Together, they thrive and live free, far from the chaos of their past. They build something beautiful—a village woven into the mountains, suspended on bridges of vine and wood, with glowing bioluminescent lanterns lighting the bridges and paths at night. Their home hums with laughter, music, and the quiet, unshakable bond of a family built by choice rather than blood.

And when Spider finds orphaned human children—abandoned by war, unwanted by both sides—he takes them in. He raises them as his own, refusing to let another child endure the loneliness and rejection he once did.

By the time anyone realizes what he’s done, his little village is no longer little. It is a thriving community of hundreds, a sanctuary for those without a place. The RDA cannot touch them. The Na’vi clans leave them be. Some fear them, some scoff at them. Others—those who have known suffering and loneliness—seek them out, hoping to start anew. Eywa graces them all with her many blessings, and for the first time, Spider finally has a place to call home. And when the day comes that war reaches their doorstep, Spider stands at the front with his newfound family, no longer a boy without a home but a leader, a protector, a brother to those who were once lost like him.

If I may once again dip my toe into the discourse surrounding Greek Mythology, a lot of people like to rewrite or reframe the story of Medusa, and that’s great! Highly encourage it. But, DON’T YOU DARE GO AND DEMONIZE MY BOY PERSEUS!

Perseus isn’t some vile misogynist who hunts down and murders Medusa for the hell of it. He’s a scared kid who’s trying to save his mom from a forced marriage (whom herself has been a victim of terrible abuse from her father) to a creepy evil king and gets duped by the Gods into cleaning up their mess for them. He’s not the villain, he’s just another pawn. So if I see one more motherfucker trying to make him out to be the “real monster” I will throw hands.

You know what would be way more interesting?! Medusa sees Perseus rolling up to her crib and freaks out cause ‘holy shit this is a fucking kid. a fucking toddler with a sword and shield.’ and they hash it out and then TEAM UP to kill the evil kind trying to force marry Perseus’ mother! Think of the dynamics that you could write! The interactions that could occur. I mean, one of ‘em is gonna have to wear a blindfold but hey, minor problems.

What I’m saying is, gimme a buddy cop movie where Perseus and Medusa team up to fight evil in Ancient Greece.

Spider is 10000% for killing RDA. he doesn't even think about it. he went straight for maximum damage without a second thought. twice.

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Spider and recom Paz would have such a tender relationship btw. She loved him so much, and he loves her despite never truly knowing her. There would be so many kind words, so many sweet comments, so much curiosity shared between them.

Paz likes to smooch her son in that over the top, "embarrassing" manner moms do but Spider, starved for her attention, just finds it incredibly endearing.

If she has to leave for a mission without him, he’ll kiss her on the cheek akin to a young boy, and Paz can barely hold back tears because despite him being 16 and built like a brick wall, she still has to get down to her knee to let him reach around her neck for a hug.

Spider being nervous when they first meet. If it’s not in the forest, he could backpedal and not tell her his last name but Paz would take a long look and just know that this is her baby. She’s envelop him tightly, not giving a chance for escape and she’d whisper into his hair, with a shaky voice.

“My Miles…”

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we were so robbed guys.