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Can we get a snippet of The Next Chapter of Blood Is Thicker than Water?

I don't know how I went from updating this fic with super long chapters weekly to struggling to update once a month 😭 the motivation ✨evaporated✨

It makes me really happy to know people are still excited to keep reading it though 💙💙💙

BITTW is NOT abandoned, I'm just going through a creative rough patch, I promise I am still working on it, just very slowly.

Here's a snippet of what i have so far:

The city was a very different jungle than the one he’d been raised in. It didn’t take long before he was hopelessly lost in the unforgiving urban sprawl. All he had was a wad of cash in his pocket and the adrenalin in his veins.

Eventually, Spider decided running around the city in a blind panic wouldn’t get him anywhere, and he sat down at a small but fancy-looking restaurant to try and come up with some kind of plan. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. It was nearly impossible with the knowledge that Quaritch was out there hunting him down at that moment. Not for the first time, Spider thanked Eywa that he hadn’t had an asthma attack since his Uniltaron. 

“Excuse me?” A side voice made Spider flinch and look up to see a frumpy-looking waiter standing by the table.

“Hi?”

“You haven’t ordered anything. You need to order something before you can sit down.” The waiter pointed inside the cafe where a line of consumers stood waiting to purchase an overpriced coffee or unnutritional pastry.

Spider felt for the wad of cash, but decided against buying anything. He wasn’t sure how much money the doctor had given him, but even if it was a lot, he didn’t want to waste a single cent on anything other than getting the hell out of the city.

“I’m not planning on buying anything. I’m just catching my breath.”

The waiter’s nose wrinkled disapprovingly. “Then you need to leave.”

“But why?”

“We don’t allow… loiterers.”

Spider wasn’t exactly sure what a “loiterer” was, but the waiter said it like a dirty word. He narrowed his eyes at the man. “Listen, dude. I’m not bothering anybody. There’s plenty of room. I’m just gonna sit for a few minutes, then I’ll leave.”

“Do I need to call the police?”

The threat sent a thrill of panic through Spider’s body. He still had a concussion from the last time someone called the “police” on him. “What? But I’m not doing anything! I’m just sitting here!” He cried, throwing his hands up in bewildered anger.

“You are trespassing on commercial property. Either leave or you will be escorted out.”

Spider stood bolt upright with a snarl and grabbed the waiter by the front of his stupid frumpy uniform. “I’m just sitting here! What the hell is your problem?”

The waiter let out a squeal like a stuck pig, and suddenly, half the restaurant was staring at them— staring at him, with fear in their eyes. What the hell was he doing? Sure, the waiter was a prick, but that was no reason to get physical. This was the second time he’d been aggressive with someone that day. Spider released the waiter’s uniform like it burned.

“I— I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—“ he stammered while the waiter retreated like he was diseased. Every eye in the restaurant was on him now, watching him warily like he was an unpredictable wild animal. To his horror, several people already had their phones out, some recording, others making phone calls, most likely to the police.

He remembered when Quaritch had told him that everyone in the city worked for the RDA, which meant that they might as well have worked for him. It would only be a matter of time before this got back to Quaritch.

Spider turned and ran.

Can you do this with Quaritch and Spider?

Inspired by a fic that I think is by @/mayfriend ? 🤔 I'm pretty sure !! I absolutely love this fic it's amazing all around!!!

Spider not wanting quaritch to leave once again bleh terrible work but I am trying to get all my requests done, I'll get them done and Idm if more comes my way! Just more for me to draw!!!

Final Update on Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Hello to everyone who has been following Blood Is Thicker Than Water! As you can see, I went from feeling very passionate about this fic, updating 9kish word chapters weekly, to burning out and completely losing all motivation for it. This fic has been a wild ride, I’ve learned a lot about myself as a writer and I’ve greatly appreciated all the wonderful comments and support I’ve gotten from my lovely readers 💙 As much as I’ve enjoyed writing BITTW, looking back, I also have a lot of regrets. Partly with planning because this fic has expanded into something way bigger than I ever wanted it to, and also partly with the content. I regret making this fic as dark as I did, and unfortunately, it was just going to get darker as it went on. At this point, there’s no way to backtrack and turn this into a lighter story without basically rewriting the whole thing, especially after chapter 17. I think I greatly overestimated the kind of content I was comfortable writing and forced myself to keep going with it even though I knew in my gut I was uncomfortable with it. One of the most important things I’ve learned about myself on this journey is that just because I’m comfortable reading certain dark themes, that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable writing dark themes. I will be mindful not to make this mistake again in the future.

This fic started out as a passion project I genuinely loved writing, but now it’s turned into something I dread working on. I’ve had to be honest with myself that it’s not good to force myself to keep writing something I don’t enjoy anymore, so I am sad to announce that I am done with Blood Is Thicker Than Water.

I’m sorry to all my readers who were excited to keep reading. Even though I can’t keep working on this anymore, I don’t want to leave everyone on a never-ending cliffhanger. I still want to give you guys closure on how this was going to end, so this final chapter includes the summary of the ending of BITTW. I hope you guys enjoy it, and if you have any questions about the ending, feel free to send me an ask.

I'm so excited to find out the context for this scene when we finally watch Avatar 3, cause, like, who did they capture? Is that norm? How did they capture him? And don't they know that once norm goes to sleep he'll be back in his human body, so he's technically not their prisoner?? What is Quaritch wearing? Are those Ash People clothes? Is he going to join their tribe??? And most importantly:

DID THEY SERIOUSLY GO THROUGH ALL THE TROUBLE OF MAKING NA'VI SIZED PRISON CLOTHES??? 😂😂😂

I feel like the prison clothes are meant for Jake, I can totally see Quaritch going out of his way to make sure he has something stupid for Jake to wear if he ever catches him cause he's just extra like that lmao

This obscure image has been burned into my brain for quite some time now. What could it mean for Avatar 3?

I understand that feeling. When I posted the chapter of BITTW that contained the physical abuse, I felt bad about it, like I was somehow condoning child abuse by writing it. But I eventually realized that mentality is silly. It would be like saying James Cameron condones whaling because he had a big whaling scene in his movie. It's obvious to even the most media illiterate viewer that that scene is there to show how BAD whaling is. There's a difference between writing a scene that glorifies abuse versus a scene that condemns it! And I think from your little scene it's clear you're portraying it as bad, since Quaritch felt guilty and Spider was angry about it and knew he didn't deserve it! I tried really hard to make that clear with BITTW too.

Can you write a snippet of Quaritch following through with his version of “an old school ass whipping”

Nothing too serious because I don’t think he’d abuse Spider but I do think he’d be the type of parent to resort to physical discipline if pushed enough.

In the exchange between him and Spider, Spider does not seemed alarmed with fear and is actually a little cheeky. I think he’s used to adults just letting him get away with things.

I think it’s be interesting to read Spider’s reaction to an adult/authority figure disciplining him (whether physical or some other punishment) for not following instructions rather than just checking to see if he has not been harmed.

It doesn’t have to relate to him running off which is where Quaritch uses the threat. It could be anything.

Oh dear...I can certainly try. SOOOO many times it came close in my Silent As Shadows fanfic but I intentionally diverted it because writing it makes me feel...off? Something like that...not to say I haven't touched on the subject in other stories because it can be a defining piece of a character's personality. For better or worse...

That said I DO NOT condone the actions I am about write...abuse is abuse; my mind will not be changed.

I agree with you, Quaritch does seem like the type who would resort to physical discipline. One of those people who would be like 'I went through it and I turned out fine' when they, in fact, did not turn out fine...

It's also hard for me to write when it's a recom and a human versus a human and a human like an AU scenario. Just really doesn't seem like a fair fight when it's like someone three times as big as the other person...

Please listen to My Heart's Grave by Faouzia if you'd like to know my mindset writing this because I had it on repeat. Now I will sip wine, feel bad about myself, and prepare to write the fluffiest chapter of Weaving the Web to recover... 🥺🥺🥺

TW: Physical Discipline of a Teenager; Corporal Punishment; Please DO NOT read if this is a triggering subject for you.

"Yea, I got him." Quaritch relayed into his comm as he pulled the struggling teenage translator back towards the recom's camp easily by one arm. Spider was a feisty one, the colonel had to give him that. Definitely the son of his genetic predecessor.

"Let me the fuck go!" Spider snarled, trying to pry the tight fingers off his bicep. It was sad the recom's hand could easily engulf his whole upper arm.

"Oh, boy, the mouth on you." Quaritch said with a disappointed shake of his head as he continued through the underbrush, "And don't forget the balls. You actually ran. Where'd you think you were gonna go, kid?"

"Don't fucking care! Anywhere away from you assholes!" Spider answered angrily, growing increasingly frustrated with being dragged like a toddler being taken to their room for a time out.

Quaritch let out some mix of a sigh and a growl, more of the latter, at the boy's foul language and continued resistance as he commented, "My old man would have my ass black and blue if I ever spoke to him like that."

"That's nice..." Spider huffed out with an angry smirk, "I don't have a dad. Because he was a genocidal, sociopath prick who picked a fight with the wrong people!"

Quaritch felt something deep inside burn angrily. Perhaps it was the recovered footage showing the human Miles Quaritch's demise or the deep loyalty to the RDA being insulted by a wild child raised by the enemy, he stopped abruptly and shoved Spider towards a fern with woody, reed-like stalks.

"Pick your switch." Quaritch commanded, crossing his arms and glaring at the boy like he was new recruit about to get a little taste of what offending the commanding officer was like.

"Pick my what?" Spider asked, utter confusion on his face as he looked at the plant he almost face planted in then back to Quaritch.

"My old man used to let me choose how I got it. I'll give you the same courtesy." Quaritch said as he appraised the boy. He wasn't going to let the boy's naivety of how royally he screwed up lessen the blow. The colonel made it very clear if he ran, he would get that old school ass whippin' and Quaritch was a man of his word.

"Ok, I'll do it." Quaritch said after about a minute of just blank stares from the boy and brushed passed the boy. He ripped a decently thick stalk from the ground and clenched it in one hand as he swept his hand back to tear off the leaves to leave onto what Spider could assume was now the 'switch'. He glowered at the boy and ordered quietly, "Turn around."

Spider wasn't familiar with being hit when he was in trouble but he also wasn't stupid. His eyes widened as he stared up at the monster of a man and said almost silently, "You can't be fucking serious..."

"I'll spare you the humiliation of bending you over and literally beating your backside." Quaritch explained like he wasn't about to administer some corporal punishment to someone more than half his size. He'd be careful. He had no intention of putting the kid in the hospital but a lesson needed to be learned. He repeated slowly, "Turn. Around."

"What if I don't?" Spider said with far more courage than he felt. It was clear he couldn't outrun the recoms with the tracker in his mask, clearly that hadn't been a bluff. And he sure as hell couldn't hold his own against a genetically manufactured meathead. He could feel the sweat making his palms slick as his throat dried out.

"Then I will throw you over my knee and, after you've literally been spanked like a brat throwing a tantrum, you go back to Bridgehead and you never see me again. As nice as that might seem, think about who's waitin' for you back at HQ." Quaritch answered, giving his head a little tilt as he narrowed his eyes when he referenced the general. Ardmore hadn't been a fan of Spider joining the recoms but Quaritch had enough loyalty points to be given the chance...he did literally die for the RDA.

Spider stared at Quaritch, knowing full well if he was willing to follow through with this threat then he would with the second option. His humiliation would only start a chain of events of even worse things to come when he was back in the RDA's clutches without Quaritch's protection. He hated to think of it that way. Like he OWED Quaritch anything for pulling strings and getting him out of Bridgehead in the first place.

"So you're gonna hit me...", the teen's eyes darted to the switch then back up to the colonel towering over him as he spoke with a shaky breath, "...how many times?"

Quaritch smirked in a way Spider didn't like, obvious by how he narrowed his eyes suspiciously on the recom. It's not that the he wanted to hurt the boy. If anything, he wanted to spare him that type of suffering as evident by stopping the interrogation. But damn! The boy's stubbornness and disrespect was not going to be a liability for the mission if Quaritch could stop it.

"You're sixteen?" Quaritch said thoughtfully.

"...yea..." Spider reluctantly answer.

"One for each year then, tough guy." Quaritch said as he lowered the rod at his side, "Turn around. Might want to brace yourself against somethin'. No shame in it."

"No shame...bullshit..." Spider said as his system flooded with prickles of fear of how bad this was going to hurt. He'd gotten hurt PLENTY of times but it wasn't usually intentional. Maybe his bastard of his foster father had but Spider was too young to remember. And his friends were always overly apologetic if they ever seriously hurt Spider while playing.

The teen let out a slow sigh and turned around, not bothering to use a fallen tree to hold himself up. He clenched his fists at his sides when the colonel let out an impressed smile. Spider wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of saying he could knock him down...no matter how much Quaritch or anyone else tried.

Spider managed not to physically shutter as a large hand brushed his locs aside to get full access to his back and broad shoulders. He was halfway through taking in a breath to brace for the first hit when the switch lashed across his back with a loud SNAP! It hit below his shoulder blades and caused his breath to hitch as he was not prepared for the hit.

"Fuck...!" Spider breathed out through tight teeth as he felt the quick impact start to burn.

"Yea, hurts...don't it?" Quaritch asked rhetorically as he listened to the boy hiss through his teeth as he breathed. He'd tempered his strength down significantly for the first lash, unsure how easy it would be to leave permanent damage. And that was NOT what he wanted. Spider wanted to paint himself with blue stripes? That was his business...but Quaritch was not going to leave him with stripes he couldn't be rid of.

SNAP!

The second lash had a little more power behind it, creating a thin welt across Spider's upper back without breaking the skin again. And here the colonel thought the boy's thick skin was just metaphorical. Quaritch wound his arm back to the side before striking the bare back of the kid for the third time. SNAP! He wasn't sure if he heard a muffled moan or Na'vi curse words escape the boy but the punishment wasn't over yet.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

By the tenth lash, Spider couldn't hold back let out a sharp cry of pain and panted in the suffocating heat of his mask. His eyes were glassy just from his body's natural response to the sharp and consistent pain, but he'd refused to let any tears fall from sheer willpower. He'd tried to stay silent, not even letting out the occasional swear to verbalize how pissed off he was for fear it would come out as pathetic whimper instead.

Spider hissed in through his teeth in pain when a hand gently landed on his shoulder. Was Quaritch taking pity on him...? He wasn't sure what was more humiliating: being punished or not being able to take.

"Lean against the tree." Quaritch said coolly. The boy had started to sway and wasn't able to knock the recom's hand away as he gently pushed him towards a fallen tree covered in brightly lit moss and fungi. Spider tripped on a root, completely unbalanced from the pain pulsating from the lashes through his body but caught himself by planting his hands against the fallen tree like he was told.

"Good boy." Quaritch said, eyes moving over the boy's form as he continued to keep the tears at bay and bear the consequences. He was impressed and proud the boy was taking it as well as he was. But something...else...

Something hidden beneath the admiration for the boy taking the hits felt a lot like guilt. That his actions were wrong...that the boy didn't deserve this. But Quaritch was a man of his word.

SNAP!

Spider had started biting his lower lip and, if he wasn't imaging it, the strikes from the switch felt harder now that they were in the latter half of the sixteen lashes. He couldn't see how red and agitated his back was but goddamn it, he could feel it! He couldn't see the tiny red droplets forming where the welts overlapped when the rod crossed over an already abused strip of skin. As the discipline carried on, it was becoming more and more difficult for the colonel to avoid already punished skin.

SNAP!!!

Spider let out a sharp cry then bit his tongue when he snapped his mouth back shut when the last hit finally came down. The motherfucker did that on purpose. The last lash was much stronger and hurt A LOT more than the others. He'd dropped down to his knees and panted against the stinging in his back and eerily cool feeling in certain spots of his back where enough blood had escaped at the horrendous crossroads of the switch's path.

He clenched tightly at the moss in his hands and rested his forehead against the spongy rotting bark of tree as he tried to slow his panting into something less noticeable. He felt like a nantang had used his back as a scratching post except without the courtesy of the nantang putting him out of his misery for a nice meal of human meat.

"Goddamn good boy." Quaritch said as he reached down to pull Spider's hair back from hiding his face. The boy turned his head away quickly. No surprise. The colonel had a hard time looking his old man in the eye after an old-fashioned whooping. But by supper time, it would be like nothing happened. The boy would get over it...

But something in his mind asked if he would? Quaritch was a man of his word but was it worth it to see Spider barely holding it together like this?

"Fuck you..." Spider spat out as his body trembled against his will. He heard Quaritch sigh, sounding disappointed.

CRACK!

Spider instantly regretted his choice of words as he let out a borderline shriek at the impact of the rod coming down hard on the bottoms of his feet that had become exposed when he dropped to his knees. The pain jolted up his whole body then back down the point of contact in the middles and insteps of his feet. By Eywa, that one was the worst!

"What the fuck was that for?!" Spider snapped as he whipped his head back to Quaritch. He was taken aback by the slightly raised brows and flat ears of the recom. What the hell was this? Why did he look like he felt bad? Like he was sorry...?!

"Either the cussin' or the runnin'...your choice, boy." he said. Clearly neither option was appealing by the glare he got in return.

Quaritch sighed as he stood and tossed the switch into the brush now that its purpose had been served. He stared at the angry, rebellious brown eyes the teenager had inherited from his mother. If he could read minds, Quaritch could only imagine what Spider was saying or thinking of doing to him. He tried to take a hold under the boy's arm to help him stand when he struggled at first.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Spider screamed as he knocked Quaritch's hand away and scrambled to stand on his own now screaming in agony. Fuck, it hurt to stand. He took his first step away from the recom and stumbled with how badly his feet hurt. A large blue hand attempted to stabilize him, which Spider responded with a cracking voice as he screamed again, "DON'T TOUCH ME!!! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN!"

Quaritch stood back up straight and watched the boy take his first steps. It was clear the boy was in serious pain. He'd gone too far...

Spider felt aching in his ankles, like all the bones had been rattled loose from the strike. He breathed in through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth as he took the first real step. He closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the trickle of tears that escaped the corners of his eyes and walked on. Spider wouldn't be running again any time soon...but he would get away from Quaritch if it was the last thing he did...

What do YOU think will happen to Spider in Avatar 3? 🤔

I've seen lots of interesting theories about what may happen to Spider in Avatar 3 and I was curious to see which idea is the most popular. If you don't mind doing so, please share this poll around so I can get a bigger sample size of what the avatar fandom thinks!