#scource: unknown

[thefandomwarriorlexy]

Uma: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? 

Freddie: How am I supposed to know? 

Audrey: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Freddie: (sighs) 

Freddie: You wouldn’t be trapped.

[onskepa]

Good day or maybe it's night for yah? Could I request a male kiri x human reader? Like the Sully kids have heard about a friend of spiders but have never met them until Lo'ak, tuk and (m)kiri see this bright beaming girl making Spider laughing his ass off all the while laughing with him? Now Kiri's intrigued and maybe a bit infatuated but all around curious to get to know this bright girl who apparently has an infatuation and deep love for books with good stories in them.

Hellooooooooooooooo~!! Okie so since kiri is a boy in this, his name will be Atok, following my little theory that kiri is short for Atokirina, the seeds of Eywa. SO I hope you enjoy this one~!!

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txasunu

You would think you know a person well enough, that you know the ins and outs of a place that you literally grew up in. Only then you learn that there is something you missed completely, Something that shapes your perspective entirely but in a good way. 

Well that is what happened with Atok, his good and best friend spider, who would often mention someone from time to time. Someone of their age, a ‘jokester’ or something of what word. Spider would say something along the lines of “txasnunu would love this” or “txasunu would make a far better pun”. Txasnunu this txasnunu that, just who is she?

“C’mon you two, be serious for once” Atok says rather in an annoyed way, his dear siblings just can't seem to be still. “We are serious! We met her and she is the funniest!” Tuk shouts as if that would prove her point. Widening her arms in a silly way, trying her best to convince atok. 

“They should be here…” Lo’ak looks around looking for the familiar path spider and the other person took. Atok rolls his eyes but follows, making sure lo’ak or tuk don't get into any form of trouble. But as they continued down a certain path, Atok heard spider’s familiar laughter, but also an unknown one too. So it seems spider wasn't alone. 

Tuk gasps happily and runs off, same with lo’ak. Atok follows closely, seeing his siblings greet spider and the new face. 

“Atok! Right on time! Come, I guess it's about damn time I introduce to you the scource of my best jokes! Txasunu!” Spider happily announces as he gently shoves his friend in front of atok. 

It was a human girl, standing confidently, her hair looking vibrant in color, her skin complexion complimenting her eyes and her smile. Oh that smile does something to atok. 

“Hi, I'm Txasunu,  you must be Atok. Spider has told me so much about you”

Atok couldn't help himself but constantly stare at the human girl. There was something about her that just had him be pulled towards her. Was it her captivating smile? Her beautiful eyes? Or the way she laughs? What is it? What is Txasunu that makes Atok so intrigued? 

“You know, a picture can last longer” Txasunu says, suddenly abrupting atok’s blank stare. Blushing a bit, he looks away from the human girl, causing her to giggle in amusement. Hugging her legs, rocking herself back and forth in a playful way, Txasunu looks over at Atok. “Why do you stare so much?” she wonders. 

Atok collected his mind fast, trying to think of an answer. 

“I'm curious” close enough. 

“Curious?” Txasunu repeat. Atok nods. 

“That is ok, I am curious about you too” 

Atok looks over at txasunu, getting a bit closer, “you are?” he asks. And the girl happily nods. “Spider tells me so much about you, how you are more intertwined with nature. Not always chatty, mostly calm and can get easily distracted with anything”. Seems like spider covered the basics, but atok is more than that. 

“How about this, since we are curious about each other, we teach one another?” txasunu suggests. It didn't take much for Atok to agree.

To say the girl was an odd one. Nothing bad of course. She is definitely way different from spider. While the monkey boy is more outside, can chat with anyone with ease, and enjoys going on adventures. Txasunu was more calm, not quite, and prefers to be in one place or enjoy the simple scenery. 

One thing Atok has come to learn about the human girl was her fascination and love for books. His mother had a few around their marui, but txasunu showed him rows and rows of books. 

“This section is all about plants and animals, that section is about important human figures, and this section is my favorite” txasunu showed atok one day. A room full of books, called a ‘library’. It was a beautiful room. A glass dome above to let natural light inside. Plants here and there to add calmness and tranquility. Matts and pillows around for any seating. This was an ideal place for atok to spend some time away from the noise. 

“I usually come here, hardly anyone comes to the library, but I like it. Often I think of it as my little pandora, away from the noise. Away from any troubles, and to just be…” 

“Be alone…” Atok finishes. 

Txasunu looks over at atok, a new found expression written all over her pretty face. Grabbing his larger hand into hers, she leads him somewhere. “Come on, there is so much I want to share with you”. 

“Another! Another please” Tuk happily pleaded to txasunu. Lo’ak was there beside his little sister, wanting to hear another joke from txasunu. 

“Ok ok, lets see….” txasunu rubs her forehead, thinking what else is up in her silly mind. Until she snapped her fingers. 

“Ahem! I told spider the other day he had to embrace his mistakes, and guess what? He hugged me!” 

“HEY!” spider shouted, clearly hearing that. But that made lo’ak and tuk laugh at full capacity. 

“You know the other day it was super foggy, tried to catch it, sadly I mist” txasunu continued. This time spider and atok joined in the laughter. 

That was another thing atok has come to like about txasunu. She is never short on jokes, her sense of humor was beyond what atok knows. She might even reign superior to her dad or lo’ak. It surely lifts the spirits and keeps everyone happy. 

“If only eggs were this funny, too bad they crack each other up” 

“STOOOOOOOOP!! I CANT BREATH….!!” 

“And these are the elves. Magical beings who live a long life, longer than humans and na’vi” txasunu explained to atok one day. In the library, she wanted to show atok the many stories that Earth held in their histories. Stories of fiction, myths and tales. One of them is the different race of elves. And the drawings were very beautiful. 

So far Atok has enjoyed the stories and the looks of fairies and trolls. They all look so similar yet vastly different and how many stories they have. 

Leaning closer, txasunu’s shoulder touching his, atok embraces her warmth and touch. “There are the earth elves, the snow elves, and even light elves. There are so many, good thing there are more books about them” txasunu says. She tries her best to not look up but everytime she does, heat covers her cheeks. Funny thing, it only happens with atok is near. 

Out of nowhere, Atok strokes txasunu’s hair and gently strokes her ear. “Pointy ears wouldn't look so bad on you” he mutters. He pulls her over onto his lap, and brining the book closer. “Tell me more, they seem so interesting” atok pleads. Nodding, txasunu continues. 

“W-well, there is also…” 

The more Atok hears the girls voice, how soothing and comforting she sounds, he can fall asleep. But sleep can wait, he wants to hear her forever if he can. 

I loved this cute fic! Was fun to write! Until next time! See ya!

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txasunu = love greatly, enjoy tremendously

[incorrectsentairiderquotes]

Sento: The Rider System is not a weapon!

Also Sento: By the way, check out this cool gatling gun I made

[incorrecthazbinquotes]

The "angel dies in plan m" submission is probably from Leverage!

Thanks! I’ll change the scource in the tags!

[pageofheartdj]

*crack knuckles* Okay so!

Adrian was either the first basilisk or one of the first.

They all end up a bit differently because basilisks were completely extinct and Belos couldn’t recreate them the exact way they were before, so he was experimenting with different scources and ways. They are all basically the same with small differences.

Belos didn’t keep all basilisks in cages, some of them ended up working on him. Like Adrian and that Inspector basilisk. One of them(cool if that was Adrian) helped others who were caged to escape. They chose to stay because they didn’t see the way out but hoped their siblings might hide in crowds.

Vee escaped. The sad possible-might-be twist is that the other two were caught and probably killed. Belos got what he wanted from his experiments and they wouldn’t have worked for him anyway. He told that he killed all of them though.

It is unknown what was the goal of Inspector to attack schools, it doesn’t look like Belos’s plan. And it doesn’t look like she was hiding from him, otherwise she wouldn’t have acted so openly. Sad to think that he probably killed her too. But who knows!

[yunhostinyuyu]

come closer

pairing: frat boy!yunho x fem reader

genre: colleague au/frat au, suggestive

wc: 1.5k

synopsis: another friday night, another boring party you find yourself at. Only for a certain person to turn up next to you to turn everything upside down...

warnings: alcohol, weed, smoking, mentions of other drugs, teasing, yeah that’s it

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„This party sucks. Mingi really hasn’t learned a thing about how this is supposed to work...“ you mutter to yourself, wandering through the hallways of the giant frat house, intertwining almost like a maze. It’s questionable why you even attended tonight’s party in the first place, but there were two good reasons to always show up at Song Mingi’s gatherings: alcohol and drugs. Despite the latter being hard to come by, since the most frat boys keep the good stuff to themselves.

The small group of friends you came with already got lost in the crowd or are crazy drunk, which leaves you alone, trying to waste time until it’s late enough to fashionably excuse yourself to go back to the dorms.

You busied yourself with observing the other people: drinking, smoking, blowing, talking, screaming, making out, groping each other - it looked like a mess you didn’t want yourself getting involved with, even if you were desperately hoping to find something to smoke, so your attendance wasn’t completely useless. It has already been too long since the last time you had some and you truly needed to take some pressure off - with all the final exams already lining up and stressing you out of your mind.

As it became a little too crowded at around 1:00 am you decided to go out onto the balcony, finally breathing fresh air into your lungs. Not the smell of sweat, weed and rum stuck in your nose anymore. Looking down at the neighboring houses and more-or-less silent area as you leaned your elbows on the railing and dangling your almost empty cup above nothing. Enjoying the silence and view of the moonlight illuminating the garden below.

“I thought nobody would be here at this hour... guess I was wrong.” you turned your head around as the unknown voice spoke from far behind you. A tall, handsome boy leaning against the glass door, his messy hair and droopy eyes indicating he just got out of a rather intense crowd. He reached to push his hair aside, but not helping at fixing the disheveled look, only adding to it.

“Intense party, huh?” You joked, already turning your back towards the tall stranger. Taking a few steps, he mirrors your posture and turns to look at your face.

“I have never seen you around here, are you new?” he asked curiously. You were quick to shake your head and chuckle: “No, actually, I come here quite often. But I mostly stay quiet and go home early so... are you new?” You throw the question back, turning your head to the right, now scanning over his facial features as well as you could in the darkness, only scource of light coming from inside the house.

“New to Mingi’s parties yeah. We were friends before college but his parties are still shit. I’m Yunho, by the way” he swiftly introduced himself with a sly nod. “Y/N.” you replied sweetly and he smiled to himself.

You watched him with big eyes as he took out a little plastic bag, filled to the brim with flakes of weed. “Figured this would be the ideal place to smoke one of these.” he explained, not taking his eyes of the little piece of paper and the green stuff he is presicely sprinkling onto it. You just stand there, watching silently. Secretly hoping he would offer you a hit or two once he was finished, but instead brought the stick to his own lips, licking it slowly and closing it before lightning it. Taking long, deep drags as he puffed the smoke out through his nose.

Damn, you thought to yourself, he sure looks good while smoking like that. But you had to act quickly if you actually wanted to have a change with getting something between your lips and into your lungs sooner rather than later.

“Can I have a drag?” looking at him with puppy like eyes, as he slightly tiled his head to meet your eyes. Blinking a few times before he decided.

“Sure, enjoy yourself.” he said as he held his hand with the joint towards you, but pulling it back again as your hand darted out to snatch it from him. Eyeing the tall one, your gaze clearly confused.

A coy smirk appearing on his round lips before speaking up again: “Come closer, I won’t bite... unless that’s what you’re into.” Ignoring his flirty comment but following his request. Now you’re standing closer to Yunho, shoulders almost touching as you finally got hold of what you desired the most. Slotting the joint I between your lips and taking a long drag. “Ugh, this is so good, it’s been so long since the last time I had some...” you explain as you handed the stick back to him.

“At least Mingi knows what good weed is.” he laughs, bringing the stick back to his own lips. You want to get the stick back for a second hit, but he doesn’t let you have it as easy as before, and you feel yourself slowly getting impatient, pouting slightly.

Yunho shifted his form to face you, yourself following along as he took a small step even closer towards you. Looking up to him, joint still in his mouth. His fingers dance up across the skin of your arm, looking out for any sign of discomfort at his action, but there are none.

His hand moving upwards until he reached your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip gently, and his other fingers rest against your chin. The stares are growing more and more intense, eyes glued onto each other. His pupils darting down, inspecting your lips, softly pushing them apart. He takes the joint away from his lips, leaning in to blow the faint smoke into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the moment for as long as it lasts, the tension rising with every passing minute. The palms of your hands are growing sweaty from his presence and aura alone, and his ministrations only added to that.

You catch yourself quickly before slipping into indecent thoughts, and this time you’re actually quick enough to grab the joint from him. Repeating the action to him, opening his mouth eagerly when he realized what you were doing. Your hand resting on his shoulder and his hands still on your chin, the other one finding it’s place on your left hip.

“This shit is so hot.” He comments, you slowly reach your hand with the toxic stick towards his face and putting it inbetween his teeth and lips.

“Do it again” you almost plea, tone quiet, only for him to hear your words. Without wasting another second, he takes another drag, taking his hand away from your chin to hold the joint. Grip on your hip growing tighter as he pulls you even closer than before. Bracing yourself at the sudden movement, your hands dart to his chest to keep yourself steady. He leans down towards your face, lips ghosting over yours as he blows the smoke into your wet cavern, breathing in slowly.

Yunho wants to kiss you so badly, the vision of you infront of him, smoke slowly descending out of your mouth not helping much with calming that urge, but making it worse for him to hold back. The only thing you can hear is the faint noises from inside and heavy breathing from the both of you. Your eyes are blown out at this point, waiting on him to make the next move.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, voice deep and raspy from smoking. Swiftly moving your hands from his chest, around his torso and up his back, pushing yourself even closer against the soft material of his hoodie and his strong body. Looking up to find his eyes again, pupils big and dark.

As you nod your head, his lips smash onto yours without hesitation, enjoying the taste of you to the fullest. You hum into the kiss as it grew sloppier and needier, continuing the movements until you ran out of air. Pulling apart for a second, before returning to each other. Yunho’s giant hand grabbing your ass harshly as he wets your lips with his tounge before he slips it into your entrance. The older one being in charge of the kiss, submitting to him completely the moment his wet muscle started moving in sync with your own. It all happens so fast, and you’re truly amazed how quickly he had warped you around his finger, pushing the blame onto the weed that is clouding your head.

Being occupied by each other’s mouths and exploring hands, while occasionally taking turns with the magic stick that was still intbewteen his pointer and middle finger, you don’t realise how much time passes. Then, a loud bang accrued out of the blue, followed by the sound of glass shards clatter. Pulling away from each other, eyebrows furrowed in worry and confusion of what the hell just happened.

“Alright everyone, party’s over.”

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an: sorry I had to delete the read more bc tumblr kept on duplicating and deleting sections :( hope everyone still enjoys <3

[cemeteryescapee]

rats by ghost except you’re chilling with a bunch of rats in the sewer and it starts to play from an unknown scource

[heaveninawildflower]

‘Roses, hyacinth and other flowers in a glass vase in a stone niche’ (date unknown) by Georges Frédéric Ziesel (1755–1809).

Oil on panel.

Scource - Christie's

Wikimedia

[iamashatteredmirror]

Unknown scource

[vreugd-madelon]

Name your Poison Day

National Name Your Poison Day is celebrated every year on the 8th of June. Where has this strange day some from? and is it here to stay?

What is name your poison day?

It all began with bartenders saying 'Name your poison' when asking someone which alcoholic drink they wanted. Eventually this all evolved to making a decision; because sometime you have to choose between two evils; between two poisons. While the origin of the national day is unknown, it has set many to make decision on this particular day.

When Writing

Since there is not a lot of information about this day, it's a great scource to give your own twist to it as a writer. Perhaps this is to be taken literal, and people need to be aware of assassins. OR It’s just just in the same way as we do. When creating a world, people within it need holidays to celebrate and this may just be one of them.

If you have any questions send me an ask here on tumblr or tweet me.

[cupkatie321-blog]

Film and the theatre are about capturing the moment: things we wish we'd said, heartaches that haven't healed, the thrill of the unknown.

Unknown Scource

[onskepa]

How about a neteyam x human!fem!reader one? Reader is Norm's daughter and she is a DJ. She came to Pandora to show the na'vi some human music

Hellooooooooo sweetie! So this very new to me, had to look into a bit of the whole DJ and their style. Hopefully this turns out as good as I had hoped! Enjoy~!!

Rhythm of sound , Hot feet

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DJ'Otxang in the house!

"daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!"

"no is no and I mean it kiddo" norm was huffing as he shoves the last things in the car. Norm Spellman, a scientist who had finished his avatar training not to long ago, is to be sent to pandora. But he is a father as well to a sparky kid with a taste for music.

He cant leave his child on earth, in the hands of the government, so with special permission, he was allowed to take his daughter with him. Which is a sigh of relief.

But also a slight pain in the ass.

His little muse, the sparkle in his eye, his scource of happiness...

Refuses to leave the planet unless she gets her hands of the DJ mixer AV-9400. Apparently its the "mixer of all mixer's". And way too expensive.

Rolling his eyes, he grabs his child like a sack of potato's. "Dad come on!! let me have this!!" sparky moved and thrashed as she was being shoved in the car. All her begging's and pleas landed in deaf ears. "The RDA stationary" norm commands the ai in his rental car, it obeys and begins the car.

His kid rolls her eyes and pouts in the back seat. "We are leaving this metal planet for who knows how long and I cant keep the only good thing, music!" she dramatically falls to her side. Norm huffs at her act, "don't worry, you can make plenty of music when we get to pandora" he says.

Unknowns to him, the little muse was tucking an item safely into her bag.

"dad if I die-"

"You are not going to die, we will just be asleep for a good while" norm reassured his daughter as she was being settled for the hyper sleep. "But still! let me just say this!" she urged before the specialist was setting the bed. Norm had his full attention on her. "What is it?" he urges.

Grinning, she says "I stole the AV-9400 mixer".

"oh you little-"

Life on pandora was going wonderful. Well, after all the hell that happened between humans and na'vi. Pandora became the girl's forever home. Not that she doesn't mind. But one thing she does miss, is listening to earth music. Ever since hell's gate was destroyed, all communication with planet earth was gone. Meaning she couldn't get space signal to collect more music.

So, using her well trusted mixer, all the music she has gathered, she made remixes. From all her time with technology and engineering, sparky had quiet the magical hands in fixing and creating music type technology. She even updated her mixer and added more!

But with all the tools to create music and replay music, who is willing to hear them?

"what are those big things?"

"speakers, to release sounds"

"those are some weird lights"

"they are called RGB lights"

"ooooh! so many buttons!"

"LO'AK NO!"

lo'ak was one inch away from pressing a random button in the mixer. Looking at his friends deathly glare, he backed away. Good choice. The sully kids and spider went to visit the human's one and only musician.

Neteyam looks at all the fancy technology he hasn't seen before. "All of this...to make music?" he asks. The instruments his people use were made of natural materials from the forest. But for humans? Odd devices.

Sparky extends her arms wide, gesturing her equipment's, smiling happily, "yup, with the tools and my magical hands I can create anything! watch this!".

The girl climbs up to her little stage where her main mixer is at, turns it on with shinning lights and begins to work her magic. Tunning up the volume and playing around with other buttons, interesting sounds were released from the speakers.

"DJ IN THE HOUUUUUUUUUSE~!!" she shouts and puts a remix on high blast. Tuk was all for it and began to dance silly with spider. Lo'ak was getting into the rhythm and dance in the most weird movements ever. Kiri was smiling and just bobbing her head to the beat.

Neteyam? He was slightly confused how such odd sounds are created. He carefully observes his friends hands as she moves some circular things and moving small slides to increase the volume or shinny buttons to add a new beat. It was so odd yet...so interesting.

After a few minutes, the "music" ended, with the kids clapping at sparky's performance. She does a playful bow and hops down. Lo'ak gasped and snapped his fingers. "I know what we should do! we can invite many of our friends and others around our age and make a awesome night!" he suggests. The others thought about it and liked the idea, a party just for the kids and no adults around? Heck yeah!

Neteyam agreed to the idea, while he wasn't so fully invested in human stuff, music is an exception. "I think lo'ak is right. This might actually be fun" he adds, tuk and spider were jumping in excitement already chatting about what would they do. Kiri looks at her big brother is some.....skepticism. Not always does neteyam do anything fun without reason.

Word spread fast among the young na'vi, a little party with a human as the performer? Sounds very interesting and exciting. Where the party will be held is in a cave of one of the floating mountains. Chose by sparky as it echo's well and big enough for many to go in and not feel squished.

Setting up her equipment as the others prepare the area to make it inviting with lights and cute festive items. Neteyam stood by and simply observe the human musician. Really there wasn't much for him to do aside from offering assistance but everyone seem to have everything under control.

Getting closer, he peaks over to see what the girl is doing. As though feeling his gaze, she turns and smiles. "Hey, need something neteyam?" she asks.

Nodding slightly, he asks "I still don't understand, How do you make music with so many buttons..?". With a wide grin, she grabs his bigger hand and guides to her equipment. "Lets see if what I will say make sense to you. Ya see, almost all of the sounds I make are recorded from music from Earth. I gathered as many as I could when hells gate was operating. With ease song and beat earth music had, I would take it apart and make something new from it. So far understanding?" she explains.

Neteyam nods slowly, lo'ak or his other siblings would have better understanding at this. Sparky continues, "each button is for a specific sound or rhythm. I just press some to make a nice beat, it is like cooking. Using special items to make the blend perfect. The lights help with the mood and energy that matches with the music". She looks at the sully's boys eyes, seems he understands a bit. Perhaps hands on experience will do better.

"hey, why not try it?" she offers. Quickly neteyam holds his hands up. "No thank you, I rather not touch anything. I could break something" neteyam hesitates. Sparky cackles a bit and shrugs it, "its fine, these things have been through a lot of my rages. A heavy tap wont do much c'mon!". Taking his hands and guides them to her mixer, she begins to explain what each thing does in detail.

"See here is the volumes, that is for the bass and that one is...."

It was amazing! All na'vi teens surprisingly LOVE DJ music. From EDM, funk, techno, and hip hop! Even they have given her the name DJ'otxang! It was a fitting title and will stick by it.

Many shouted, danced and were having the time of their young lives. Lo'ak was a part animal and would brag that he "made most of music". Otxang would roll her eyes but let him be. Letting the vibration of her music flow from her hands to the cave. Everyone feeling the waves of the beat and getting into the mood and matching energy.

This was what she wanted, to share her creativity with those willing to hear. What she dreamed of now achieved. And it is glorious! Oh how she wanted to keep at this. To show the na'vi not everything that is human is evil. To show there is common ground, and what is better than with music?

After the party, everyone left, neteyam stayed with Otxang up at the top of the mountain. Taking a moment between themselves. "Everyone loved you..." neteyam comments. Otxang was playing with a smaller holographic mixer as the both enjoyed the nightly breeze.

She turns to look at neteyam who seemed tired but struggling to sleep. "Hey, you know...not all music is loud. There is some soothing ones too" Otxang says. Neteyam turns to look at her, interested to hear more. "oh yeah? like that?" he asks.

"like this" otxang plays some keys and a soft lovely melody was playing. It wasn't fast pace nor noisy, it was sweet and simple. Almost makes neteyam want to sleep. "Get some rest big boy, we got nothing but time right now" otxang coos as neteyam slowly places his hand on the soft grass, listening to the soft music his dear friend is playing. Sleep at last taking over.

Perhaps Earth music isn't so bad after all.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! so sorry for the long wait! But I hope is to your satisfaction! until next time! see ya!

Otxang = musical instrument (generic term)

[onskepa]

Sneak peek: Txasunu

“C’mon you two, be serious for once” Atok says rather in an annoyed way, his dear siblings just can't seem to be still. “We are serious! We met her and she is the funniest!” Tuk shouts as if that would prove her point. Widening her arms in a silly way, trying her best to convince atok. 

“They should be here…” Lo’ak looks around looking for the familiar path spider and the other person took. Atok rolls his eyes but follows, making sure lo’ak or tuk don't get into any form of trouble. But as they continued down a certain path, Atok heard spider’s familiar laughter, but also an unknown one too. So it seems spider wasn't alone. 

Tuk gasps happily and runs off, same with lo’ak. Atok follows closely, seeing his siblings greet spider and the new face. 

“Atok! Right on time! Come, I guess it's about damn time I introduce to you the scource of my best jokes! Txasunu!” Spider happily announces as he gently shoves his friend in front of atok. 

It was a human girl, standing confidently, her hair looking vibrant in color, her skin complexion complimenting her eyes and her smile. Oh that smile does something to atok. 

“Hi, I'm Txasunu,  you must be Atok. Spider has told me so much about you”