alex

Got obsessed with the dynamic of these losers

jujutsu sorcerer's bodies are usually handled with care after death, the body prepared for some kind of funeral and subsequent cremation

shoko would have been expected to do these, as the doctor of jujutsu tech.

she didnt get to do it for suguru, though.

she didnt get to lay someone who she loved—despite everything that happened—to rest, because satoru didnt want to lift his lover's body only to turn and make their closest friend witness the damage he had done to his beloved suguru.

then satoru died. shoko got to prepare the body, this time.

but not for a funeral.

not for peace.

gojo satoru would never be able to just find peace.

no, shoko had to stitch a body back together, saw open a head to remove the brain that held the memories of a human full of regret, fear, power, and most of all, love, while the dead face of her last friend stared back at her.

a corpse readied to be used as a weapon, just as satoru lived.

after yuta switches back to his own body, she prepares the body once more, though the scars and wound across his head make her gojo—her satoru—look so wrong, so unlike how he lived.

but alas, she is allowed to lay her last friend to rest.

until after, where shoko is looking down at kenjaku's detatched head and only seeing sugurus face.

caring for the body and having to see all the ways it had been defiled. she brushes out his matted hair and applies useless balms and salves to bruises and sores because she still cares for him, even now.

shoko blames herself for not going to get suguru's body herself, and curses the dead for being to emotional to move him.

anyway if ur sad dont imagine the first body she learnt to prepare on being haibaras. dont imagine she didnt have to chance to prep nanami. dont imagine her preparing yaga. just dont.

it’s weird, because he’s used to waking up back at home with no memory of how the night ended, just a headache and sheets that need to be cleaned bc he rolled into bed with his suit still on. this morning he woke up somewhere else, and after the initial panic of why the fuck am i not home, he realizes he’s in his guest room at the compound.

everyone is… weirdly cool about it. he’s got the day off from school. may isn’t freaking out that he never came home last night. he’s got a few texts, but no series of missed calls. tony had breakfast delivered so they could eat together, he even put “shitty cartoons” (tony’s words) on the big screen tv. he kept refilling peter’s glass with more juice.

He most definitely has fangs that are sharper than the rest of his teeth. They're hollow and contain venom that paralyses people for hours. It's incredibly strong.

His senses increased exponentially. He can hear a criminal from ten blocks away. There's a fly that won't leave him alone? That thing is smacked with the precision of Hawkeye. There's chemoreceptors on his hands and feet that allow him to feel the microscopic dents on anything. The only sense that seems to have remained the same is his sense of taste. He has olfactory receptors, too.

There are spinnerets on his wrists that are hidden under skin until opened on command or massaged out. Yes, he has organic webs. They are incredibly strong, but Peter developed an acid that can dissolve them over a thirty-minute timeframe that his suit expels using the shooters.

One day, a robber catches Peter off guard and hits him with a machete. Hard. Peter finishes up the fight, and doesn't realize anything is wrong until Tony shows up, completely panicked. Peter looks down at his shoulder, and it's hanging on by a small chunk of flesh still attached to him. His skin is visibly knitting itself back together. Tony is gobsmacked, and Peter just says, "Oh, that just happens sometimes." and moves on. The arm reattaches itself before Tony can force him into the Med Bay.

There is no place that Peter cannot reach. He will climb on walls for fun. Sometimes, he even go from floor to ceiling in a second when he's scared, on instinct.

Spiders love high places--for multiple reasons. There's lots of anchors for webs, rising warm air, and a steady supply of insects for food. Peter loves high places because they're safe. In the corner of his room in Avenger's Tower, there's a knot of webs that he sleeps in after particularly traumatizing events or tiresome patrols.