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So, I'm currently working on a Spider-centric Atwow fic.

The first chapter will probably be out on AOa3 next week.

On my blog I will post updates regarding the fic, art work, background info and more.

Really excited and I hope you'll enjoy :D

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Jake had always pitied the boy, trapped between worlds, seemingly belonging no where.

Both too human and not human enough, like he was something entirely different.

If only Jake had known how much truth that statement held.

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Or, what if there was something else that made Spider different from both humans and Na'vi?

A WhiteRose Fanfic that I did over the month. 

Jolting awake, you look around frantically. No blood, no death, just a gray and black room. It was just a dream. Another shit dream that is sure to make you far more mentally fucked up than you already were. You yawn as you look at the clock, red digital numbers indicate it's 4:28 in the afternoon. You woke up early today actually. You actually slept for once, which was stupid. You never sleep, you always stay up with Karkat. You stay up together to keep one another safe, and because hell both of you have sick dreams so if you can both survive together, that's awesome. Unfortunately, Karkat obviously didn't save you this time. He is supposed to wake you up if you ever fall asleep no matter what.  Attempting to shrug it off, and trying to keep yourself from flipping your shit, you walk to the bathroom to start to freshen up. Looking into the mirror, you see the bags under your eyes are a lot darker, and not only are they under your eyes, but they are now make full dark circles around your eyes, almost like a panda. You like your dark circles for some reason, now you think they are kind of cute, even on you. Letting yourself smirk a bit at this thought, you open the medicine cabinet and reach for the tooth paste but strangely you grab nothing. You look at the empty space, and start searching every where in the bathroom for your tooth paste. While doing so, you find your mouth wash is missing as well. You slam the medicine cabinet shut, causing the mirror to begin to crack at the bottom right corner. Sighing, clenching your eyes closed, and balling up your fists at your sides, you whisper repeatedly to yourself, "my shit remains unflipped, my shit remains unflipped, my shit remains unflipped." After you seem to calm down enough, still a little pissed, you shout for your matesprit.

"KARKAT! Where in the bloody hell is my tooth paste and mouth was-" You stop mid sentence, when you see Karkat sitting on your couch, blue-white paste all over his face, and a bottle of blue liquid in his hand. Bingo. 

"What? What the fuck are you staring at? and 'bloody hell', you've been talking to The Jake Human too much."

"Karkat," you mutter out, trying to hold back immense laughter."Whatcha got there?" You tried holding it back, you couldn't. You erupt with laughter, your eyes tear up, and your sides hurt from the pure hilarity of a clueless Karkat. 

"What the fuck are you laughing at, human?"

"Why- are- you- eat- ing- th- at?!" You can barely breathe let alone speak at this point. He glances down at the tube and bottle in his hand, and glares back at you. 

"Eating this?"

You nod, as you fall onto the couch, still dying of laughter. 

"Am I not supposed to?"

"No, not at all. Those are for - cleaning your teeth Karkat, not to ea-" You don't finish your sentence, because just as quickly as you gained enough composure to speak, you lost it again. Karkat huffs at you, and quickly closes the toothpaste, and puts the cap on the mouth wash. He pushes you off of him, and strides angrily to the bathroom. He stops in the middle of the hall way, and turns around to scowl at you, still giggling on the couch looking at him. He frowns with toothpaste all around his mouth, and on his cheeks. 

"Well, if they aren't for eating they shouldn't taste so fucking amazingly delicious."

With that, he slams the bathroom door shut, and you hear him cursing as he puts the stuff away. You, on the other hand, have died on the couch from how cute, oblivious, and new to human habits he is. 

Jade yawned as she her emerald eyes fluttered open. She stared up at the ceiling, attempting to recap what happened. 

We were home, laughing. What were doing? Why were we laughing?

Bits and pieces came back to Jade but large chunks were missing. 

Then somehow, we were kissing. I ran my hands through his golden hair, smiling into his silk soft kisses, as they trailed down from my lips, to my jawline, to my collar bones, all the way to my hips. He smiled up at me. His red eyes shining brightly, even in such dim late night light. 

Another chunk missing.

Tossing and turning, vibrations of pleasure shivered from my toes to each thread of hair in my head. Moans, laughs, giggles, and loud anticipated yelps filled the room. His heart against my chest, our heart beats both keeping perfect time together. Both of us, marking the other as our own. 

She smiled as she sat up, grabbing and crumpling the covers up to cover her bare chest. She looked around the room, her messy black hair, tangled like a birds nest, making her look like she had a lion's mane. The room itself wasn't any neater. Off-white pillows here and there, clothes drapped on doors and on the cieling fan, cream colored blankets thrown without caution. Her pale bony fingers reached down, and grabbed Dave's shirt. The fabric slid down her body, the shirts trim ending mid thigh. She slid out of bed, her feet landing with a soft thud. She made her way down the hallway, staring as her light feet contrasted the dark wood floors. She reaches the end of the hallway, and her fingers, each one having colorful reminders on them, rap around the corner of the wall as she peaks into the kitchen. It seemed cliche, but she was hoping Dave would be in there making her breakfast or something. She huffed out a little disappointed as she continued to tip-toe throughout the apartment.  Leaning into the main area, the living room, she saw no-one on the couch. Just the TV on, showing old morning cartoons. Stepping out into the open, she huffed out louder, crossing her arms over her chest. She frowned, and shook her head, until 2 arms wrapped around her from behind causing a high-pitched squeal to escape her pale pink lips.

"Shhh, it's just me." Dave laughed as he kissed her neck. She exhaled and stopped hitting him, as she placed her hands over his. 

"I couldn't find you. I thought maybe you were in the kitchen or in here or-"

"Or freshing up in the bathroom? I didn't want you to experience my morning breath."

She looked up and smiled at him, puckering her lips and closing her eyes. He chuckled at her, which made her give him a look, lips still puckered.

"You still have morning breath, Harley. Why don't you go freshen up, and we can go get something to eat when you're ready alright?"

Unpuckering her lips, she looked down and nodded, before turning to go down the hallway. She took 2 steps before Dave out-stretched his hand, and playfully touched Jade's butt. She looked back at him, letting out a surprised laugh. 

"Strider!"

"Don't take too long now, babe." He said with a wink, before Jade turned spun around going back down the hallway,face warm, shaking her head but still smiling widely to herself.

"Kurloz! Let's go! We're going to be late!" You frantically called to your moirail, Kurloz. Kurloz. 17 years old, still pretty young though he was older than you. He was interesting to say the least. Defintely attractive. Tall, mysterious, and handsome. All of this paled in comparison to the one thing that definitely made him odd to others. Kurloz was mute. By choice? Hell if you knew. Maybe it was caused by a traumatic event. You weren't really sure, and you never really pushed it because physoanalyzing people wasn't your cup of tea, and you figured if he wanted to tell you, he would eventually.

He signed frantically to you as you pushed him out the door and into your small buggie. You nodded, but he knew you weren't even looking. Could he blame you? After all you were driving, and going way too fast. 

~Time Skip~

Running into the hell you have to call High School, you grabbed Kurloz by the wrist and pulled him towards your first period, Anatomy with Mr. Henson. 

Bursting through the door just as he placed his attendence board, Mr. Henson stared at you and Kurloz. "Barely made it, (y/n). Get here earlier." He tsked you but you had your back to him half way into his sentence. Kurloz huffed out next to you, tuckered out from that run. Not as tuckered out as you though. You were literally panting like a dog. Kurloz smirked and patted your back, and signed "Just breathe" to you. You mouthed a sarcastic ha-ha to him, before turning your attention to Mr. Henson who was explaining muscles again. The guy had a serious thing for anatomy. You liked it too, but Henson boarded on an obsession, possibly a fetish?

Kurloz had a fasination with skeletons, but I wouldn't call it a fetish. He just really liked them. It was the first word I learned to sign when you talked to him, he thought you skeleton so you taught him how to tie his shoes. That was in 1st grade. Now you're both Juniors in highschool. 

After you went through 1st period, all the way to 4th PE with Mrs. Anderson, it was finally lunch. Kurloz signed that he would be right back, you tilted your head at him. He signed back, "Bathroom" with a smirk. You waved him away and continued on to get your lunch. You took the B hall all the way down, and found yourself in the middle of the quad. Jeez, you never realized how much you relyed on Kurloz when it came to the school layout. You felt a hand tap my shoulder, and You would have assumed it was Kurloz, but he always pokes your side or breathes heavily onto your neck just to make you jump. You turn around to face Cronus, the school's badboy, and someone Kurloz wasn't too fond of. 

"Hey doll. You're lookin' a bit lost. I would love to help you." He reached forward and tucked a piece of your (hair color) hair behind your ear. You shook him away.

"Cronus, I really don't have time for this right now, I have to find Kurloz."

"Kurloz? Who? That shy kid you always hang out with. Now, I don't mean to pull this kind of card, because honestly I dont think he is all that bad....looks wise, but you could do so much better, darling."

You glared up at Cronus, who was taller than you, but not taller than Kurloz. Your (eye color) eyes burned with anger, and you could feel your fists ball up at your sides.

"If you think me dating you would be an improvement, you've got that wrong. Dating you is literal rock bottom, and if you don't back off right now, that is where I am going to put you." Cronus smiled down at you, and grabbed your harm roughly. 

"I like mine a little fiesty, but you seem to be getting mouthy ....but you are pretty cute when you're angry." He smirked, and I smiled sweetly.

"Well get ready, because I'm about to get gorgeous." You balled up my fists tighter, you took a step back, your elbow following the notion, and you were about to land a nice punch on his jaw until Kurloz's hand grabs yours. He is behind you, but in just seconds you are behind him now. He has pulled you behind him so he can protect you. You hate this and try to push past him, you can defend yourself, but Kurloz isn't risking that. Kurloz turns his head to you and quickly signs "Stay." to you. You listen as he comes closer to Cronus. 

"Look who showed up, it's (y/n)'s boyfriend come to say her from the big. bad. wo-"

Before Cro can even finish his sentence, Kurloz has him pinned to the wall. Kurloz's hand is wrapped tightly around Ampora's neck, as he drags the greaser up the wall, his legs kicking helplessly. I stand up and pull on Kurloz's arm.

"Kurloz! Kurloz stop! KURLOZ! LET HIM GO.!" But his eyes are wide, and focused. NO matter what you do, Kurloz isn't looking at you, he has his sight set to kill. "Kurloz, Kurloz please" Your voice cracks as you see Cronus slowly losing conciousness. The crack in your otherwise always strong voice makes Kurloz let go of Cronus almost immediately as he looks down at you. He signs shyly, almost too himself, " He was going to hurt you." You look down knowing he is right but before you can say anything, Cronus gets up gasping for air, and looks at both of you, bewildered.

"You are a bunch of freaks! Don't you ever let skeleton boy touch me again, or I swear-"

Kurloz turns around and towers over Cronus. He takes a small intimadiating step forward, but Cronus stands strong. Kurloz grabs the collar of his jacket between 2 bony fingers and leans in closely to Cronus, 

"Leave."

It's one word, whispered so harshly, it made you shudder from where you stood, observing. Your knees shock in fear. It was the first time you had heard Kurloz speak ever, and it was terrifying. He let go of Cronus who wasn't stupid anymore and decided he should run while he could. You looked up at a content looking Kurloz. He nodded at me before grabbing your hand gentely and leading you towards the lunch line, the oppisite way, before anyone official could come and get him in trouble.

You thought to yourself. He was mute by choice. He didn't talk because he didn't want to but maybe something caused that too. He had spoke though. For you. Today. He had spoke with a voice so harsh so cruel it didn't match him. He had almost killed Cronus brutally with the same hands that were so carefully holding your hand now. Your moirail is Kurloz, and you are fairly sure you are going to be safe with him around you,....well safe from everything but red feelings towards him of course.