#Miles Spider Socorro is a curly boy

[senhoritafanfiqueira]

Entre problemas com álgebra 2, noites viradas nos estudos e longas e profundas - também doces e divertidas - conversas com um loiro de olhos castanhos, Neteyam se vê total e perdidamente apaixonado por ele.

Suas tentativas - sem exceção - falharam de forma que o garoto se encontrava frustrado, até um pouco irritado com a ala de cabelos dourados do time de basquete.

Como diabos alguém tão inteligente como ele não conseguia notar os sentimentos óbvios de Neteyam?

[anxiousdreamcore]

Hi would you like to draw Spider as street kid in modern au? I really like your Billy Batson art + the way you draw Spider so I think this combination would be so perfect 😅 I totally understand if not, anyway have a nice day/night!

BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU—

Ever since @naavispider responded to a prompt about street kid Spider meeting Quaritch, I was very interested in the idea so I def wanna draw that but for now, let me present you with some thing I came up with.

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Street kid Spider modern AU

Imagine Miles Spider Socorro in the modern AU, escaping from the foster system bc he was treated very poorly and decided to gamble with the homeless life instead. He lives like that for maybe three-four years when Miles tracks him down. Because the boy is so good at parkour, he’s been given the street nickname of Spider, which the blonde is proud of and uses as his real name.

Spider lives in the attic of an abandoned mall that is so overgrown with unkept plants and trees that it’s more of a jungle. He takes care of many cats who made themselves at home there and as a result of being around them 24/7 develops some of their mannerisms, like head movements when curious, crouching and hissing when agitated. He doesn’t get much proper human contact until meeting the Sullies.

The Sully kids have moved in not long ago and crave adventure. The overgrown mall looks like a magical forest to them and in it they find Spider, a creature of the woods with his long, curly, matted hair, ripped and stitched together over a thousand times clothes, trinkets worn on his neck like necklaces, and the many cats surrounding him. Spider smells like soil and cat food and is initially scared of the four children (four bc you’d never catch Neteyam exploring abandoned buildings, he’s a good boy), ready to fight them like he fought every other street-dweller ever since ending up outside of care. Out here, the kids mostly end up either as addicts or in gangs, so Spider had no friends his age…until that fateful day.

From that point on, Spider becomes their secret friend and the siblings visit him every day. They love his bravery and sass, underneath which lies a compassionate heart of gold. They not only buy him necessities, but even help him shoplift on some days, not only for himself but for the street animals as well, plus old homeless people who huddle around makeshift fires on cold nights. They become sort of robins in their own right, and Jake, together with Neytiri, although suspect something, don’t know about the secret bestie their kids made.

Neteyam suspect much more and slowly puts the puzzle together. He is not thrilled.

All is well, life is looking up…until Kiri tells Spider one day, as they hang out in the roof, that she heard in the news of a certain “Miles Quaritch” getting out of prison, advising that the boy stays safe.

She stills when she sees the sheer look of horror on his face.

“Spider..?..”

“I…”

“…You know him?”

“Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“I-I won’t, I won’t.”

“…

I’m, like…his son.”

From that point on the drama quickly ramps up because Spider’s social cervices agent Norm has also tracked the kid down to this city, operating on rumours and rare camera footage of the boy. It doesn’t make the situation easier that Norm is also friends with Jake and keeps venting to him about how miserable and hurt Spider must be while the Sully kids are right there knowing where he hides.

And that’s pretty much the gist of this AU. For Spider, it’s a tense situation where he has to be sneakier than ever bc cps are close on his track and his father is even closer and he wants his son back. On both fronts, Socorro is threatened with a total loss of freedom and autonomy. The kids have to be sneaky too when they visit him…but no one can be sneaky enough to pass under Quaritch’s nose.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

prompt: i am BEGGING on my knees for more recom!paz, maybe the moment that she and spider met? does he recognise her? he was only a baby when she died, but he kept her picture

(tw past csa, past torture, trauma, violent thoughts)

ao3

It's the hair that grabs his attention first--most recoms don't have curly hair, or if they do they don't grow it out long enough to see. She's got it pulled back, though, not like in the--

in the--

but the sight makes his guts twist anyway. He recognizes the outline of those curls, the same ways he sees in the mirror whenever he takes his braids out. He doesn't take his braids out a whole lot.

She steps into the clearing, gun hanging loosely at her side (shouldn't she be in the sky? is he wrong? let him be wrong). The grass crinkles under her boots the way Quaritch's used to and Spider flinches, pressing his back against the tree.

He tries to tell himself, firmly, that history isn't repeating--he's got a gun now, he's fought in battles, he's faced torture and worse, he's dangerous. He tries to tell himself that, but his hands still hang limp at his sides and he can't breathe right.

Another step, eyes flicking over him--once, a threat assessment, second, a look of confusion. Third, and she stops dead, eyes going wide.

You got your mama's eyes, Quaritch used to pant over and over again as he fucked Spider senseless. That's how I knew you. And...and he's not quite right, not anymore. The pupils are different, the irises, dark brown switched out for searing yellow.

But the shape is the same. And every time he's glimpsed himself shocked, stunned, thrown off his axes and spinning in the dark--he sees it again, in her.

She stumbles forward, like she's about to collapse, a lock of hair swaying from her ponytail, and Eywa, she looks even more like that stupid photo now. Propping herself on a tree, jaw working, more stunned than Quaritch had been, maybe.

"Miles?" she gasps.

And--and. Miles knows what she is, he knows (even if he took her name, even if he got her picture, and learned Spanish along with English to speak her first language, even if he spent his whole fucking childhood telling himself that she hadn't been at Kelutral, that it wasn't anyone's fault she got caught in the Soul Tree crossfire but that doesn't mean she would have done anything, fantasizing about her turning her guns on the enemy and going down a hero like Trudy Chacon had just to trick himself into thinking his family tree wasn't completely fucking rotten).

But he can't go for his gun. Not even now, with her off balance like this. And he can't snarl nobody calls me that, like he had with Quaritch in the woods, when it was so easy to reject his father, before Quaritch sunk his hands so deep into Spider's brain and body it might never come out.

She could do that, Spider knows. She could do worse, if he let her, if he stands in this burning fucking house and refuses to listen to his instincts, refuses to run or fight.

He knows this, and his hands still twitch at his sides, desperate to reach up. Like he's a little kid who's broken his arm again, screaming for his mommy the way the Sully kids always did when they were hurt or scared, even though he's over that, he is, he--

"Mom," he chokes out, like a good son. Like a good boy, his daddy's good boy, his mama's.

"Oh--" Paz Socorro crashes to her knees in the dirt, throws her arms around him before he has a chance to react. "Oh, dios mio." Pulling him close, muscled arms digging into his back, she smells like Quaritch had in the woods, blood and polish, sweat and dirt, gunmetal and smoke--but instead of Quaritch's sharp cologne there's a softer smell of conditioner, shampoo.

"Baby." She pulls him back to look him over and tears well in her eyes--because of the scar or the tewng, he can't be sure. "Oh, baby. My baby.” Pulling close again as she sobs in his ear, her tears dampening his hair and washing down his back like rain.

"It's okay," Spider says, arms wrapped around her sides instead of going for a knife or a gun like he should. "It's okay, Mom." It's a lie, and it's the only truth left in his fucked-up world. "I'm here."

[chershire23]

Night Fury Makto

The Beginning.

It was night time on pandora and everything seemed to be going well. It had been about a month since the RDA was defeated and most of the humans were sent back to earth. Those who stayed were the scientists who had sided with the Na’vi during the war and had earned the respect of the people. But there was another who had to stay behind. Miles Socorro, or just Spider as everyone else has dubbed him, is a month old baby whose parents were on the wrong side of the war and ended up dying, leaving behind their defenseless child. They left him in the hands of people who barely take care of themselves properly, imagine how they will end up taking care of a baby who needs attention 24/7. That's how we find ourselves friends outside the window of the poor boy's room listening to him cry no one even bothering to come to heed him in his time of need. Oh, you see that creature hidden amongst the shadows of Pandora? That's me, I am a creature of the night. Something that even makes the mighty Toruk tremble in fear when it hears me sore through the sky.

My name is Aloka and I was drawn to this human nest due to a very strange sound coming from it. As I draw closer the sound gets louder and louder. I got to what I thought was an opening but when I went to put my head through it I smacked my snout on an invisible barrier. Groaning, I rub my paw against my snout before looking through the human made barrier trying to pinpoint what is making that sound. That's when I saw him. A human cub who looks to be no more than a moon old crying his little head off. My maternal instinct kicked in and wanting to help him I looked for a way in but this nest didn’t look to have any entrances or exits. So how do they get in and out? Suddenly an idea came to mind. Raising my paw I bop it against the barrier whilst cooing loudly to gain the cubs attention. His cries turn to hiccups as he notices me. I croon at him before opening my mouth, sticking out my tongue and pressing my snout against the barrier whilst making funny faces. I can hear his muffled giggles reach my ears through the barrier as I pull away from it to look down at him properly.

I watch the little cub giggle before he reaches a chubby little paw up as if wanting to grab me. Oh sweet cub I wish to hold you as well but I don't think I can get past this barrier, or can I? The little one's bed is far enough away that if i were to break down the barrier it will not hurt him. But I have seen the humans wear these weird face things whenever they are outside. Would he need a face thing as well and where can I get one if so. Just as I started to overthink things, an Atokorina from one of Eywa’s great trees flies down and softly floats in front of the barrier. Well then that is all the confirmation that I needed. I raised up onto my hind legs and started slamming my upper body against the barrier. The barrier started to crack and red lights started flashing and this awful noise started screeching in my ear. That would not deter me though. I continued my assault on the clear barrier and finally it broke sending shards scattering across the ground. I crawled through the opening and brought my head up close to my soon to be new cub. Up close I can see that he has beautiful curly blond tufts of fur on his head and shining golden brown eyes.

I croon softly at him as I take in his image more. He is swaddled in a giant piece of cloth that hangs half way out of his little bed and I lean in closer to get a whiff of his scent. He smells slightly like the human nest which is a dull awful smell but it is slightly over powered by the cubs own unique scent. A scent of which I could not place but was very pleasing to my senses. Sticking out my tongue I give him a few gentle licks and in return I get loud giggles that make me coo. Retracting my teeth I went to pick him up to leave when a scrawny human male burst through the entrance of the room and he’s wearing the weird face thing. Spider! He shouts out as he entered the room like a wounded Yerik. He froze though once he saw me. He looks between me and the cub now dubbed Spider. He starts to get fidgety and immediately I know he wants to make a grab at MY cub. I snarled at him before Grabbing my little Spider giant cloth and all before taking off out the way I came in and flying out into the forest.

NO! I could hear him yell out as I flew away. Looking back I could see him leaning against the broken barrier as tears welled up in his eyes. I felt slightly sorry but the Great Mother deemed him and the rest of the humans unfit to parent him. That is why she led me to him that night knowing I would give him the love, care and attention he needed to grow big and strong. It was as if the great mother knew something none of us didn’t would happen if this cub didn’t get the parental care needed. I did know this though. Spider was now mine. Mine to me and no matter where he went or what they would call him he would always be my son.