#jchan

[j-milochange]

OOC: Non of this is canon; it is based off of canon, however, it cannot alter it.

HEAVY Tw Applies: Gore, body horror, death, organs, Jmilo and Jchan in not-canon timelines

Art collection for anyone who isn’t in PL discord server:

JChan (JMilo anime-style) if he were humanoid

TW again: Gore, organs, body horror, semi-spoilers with a non-canon universe, twists, cracks, death, eyes

[azure-trash]

Hope the outfits fit in with J-Chan’s fashion sense, @carriondal! It was fun drawing her showing some more skin, I like dotting her freckles :)

[punksnarl]

made a vroid model of jchans new design!!

[queenbruv]

the great thing about jackie chan movies is that every single one is like “here’s a regular guy who works in a regular job. also, for absolutely no reason, he has advanced martial arts skills that are never explained”

[bongsjaehyun]

2 out of ? gifs of Hong Joochan

[bongsjaehyun]

3 out of ? gifs of Hong Joochan

[bongsjaehyun]

1 out of ? gifs of Hong Joochan

[explore-chat]

unhaunted

by Jody Chan via Briarpatch

say it to the snow. say it to the still-hot bullet. say it to the subway tunnel when you consider jumping into the approaching light. the future reeks of repetition and you are afraid to commit. before you sleep, say it to the empty belly of your bedroom. when you can’t read the language on your mother’s grave say it. in flashbacks he thrums in you, a bayonet through stone but he left you your bones, a hook to hang each jagged memory. your calloused throne. your first and last home. for years you delete yourself from photographs, how they remind you of him and what he wanted and what he stole and of her body and her body and her body veining the hallway floor in hair and blood. say your lineage is a long braid of womxn, untwining in his hands, his father’s, his grandfather’s. uprooting a sapling. polishing the rifle. ripping the cotton skin of a dress. you bear their names like heavy robes. say it. bind your waist in white ribbon. history’s seams are tearing. you learned violence as the sweetest love

but you learned from the wrong people. you drop your voice into the ocean and it keeps falling. a red roar, a battle noise, this procession of faces you memorize by night as if loss is enough to make you love them and it is. once, you and your mother lay alone, two hospital floors apart as she stopped breathing. once, you stitched silence into your skin, but now the fabric is unspooling. you are bending to the slow arc of a drumbeat generations wide. one day at a time. a single star, spinning. your fingers your mother’s your grandmother’s. sealing dough. dabbing toothpaste off the mirror. pulling song from a lover’s wrist. say the secret. say it to the unhaunting sky. say your hungriest wish say today I surrendered to living. say grace. say rage. say water and elegy. I remember. I remember. I remember you.