Birb of da Sun

Speedpaint of this https://sun-birb.tumblr.com/post/160408288373/im-doing-quick-colored-sketches-rn-so-i-decided! Featuring my One Piece SI OC Ink and @tsume-yuki‘s red queen Dracule Riskua! :D Please please please check out her tumblr blog and her fanfics aaaa they’re amazing! 

Done on Ibis Paint X on my cellphone in about an hour. 

I’m doing quick colored sketches rn so I decided to get off my lazy butt and attempt One Piece charas X’D hopesenpailikesitblurgh. My One Piece SI OC Ink (left) and @tsume-yuki‘s fabulous and sooooo utterly badass character Dracule Riskua (right) :D I’m totally in love with allllllllll her fics and characters and the way she writes aaaaa! It’s a highlight of my week :3 

Jam is my monstersona. Oh and also a chimera :D It’s a mishmash of different animals...bear being the most obvious...ya got a dragonfly, some kind of birb (OF COURSE), goat, some reptile... It’s supposed to be a physical representation of a lot of negative attributes but it still ended up looking BIG and CUDDLY for some reason. Why. 

Written by Sun-Birb Time taken: 35 mins Prompt: “Enjoy it while it lasts!”

She gave me that bottle of hand cream for my 20th birthday. Slippery white goop with a scent that was supposed to emulate the smell of the forest after the rain. It takes me back to that day, the day we met. The only thing that was amiss is the smell and crackle of lightning and the distant rumble of thunder. Then again, that is something that can't be bottled.

"It's for your dry skin!" she chided, taking one of my indeed dry hands, "You should take better care of yourself."

She cared. Her ice cold hand in mine is warm like cinnamon bubbling in my chest. I grumbled a low yes from the back of my throat. A curt promise to "take better care of myself". Despite that, I must admit, I am not an avid user of er...women's products. Much less hand cream. I barely used it. At least, not for its intended purpose.

It was sunny and she was away...somewhere. The hunger pangs in my chest had me craving for a long gone storm. I gripped the warmed plastic tube and squirted out a pearl of rain. Not too much. I must make it last.

Another day, another pearl spread onto my cracked skin like cream cheese icing gliding over the surface of a cake. She is online, sending me silly words and pictures. My cheeks hurt from smiling when she goes. A wonderful pain amidst the scent of rain-soaked earth.

One day the rain smelled of the sea and iron. The moistness suffocating me, choking on angry red-hot words. My fingers are still like bones on the keyboard. Another breath...and out... I craved the scent of storms once again. A white worm on cracked skin soothes and brings memories of autumn spice and warm fleece blankets carved around my heart.

"I need time away from you," she said to me, in a matter-of-fact manner. Her words offered no sugar. I floundered, buzzing bees trapped in my tightening ribcage, fluttering helpless. I rumbled an okay.

It was not okay.

Not okay.

White splattered my palms. The crackle of lightning up my nose and the rumble of thunder at the back of my mind. I felt the heavens open up and drip, drip, drip. The rain never left. The smell of water and earth thundered over the popping of cinnamon spice.

Too much.

And not enough.

"Stay away from me!"

It was not okay. "Okay" was a piece of shrapnel in my veins, aiming straight for the thumping left atrium. It wishes to sever and splice and cut. It wants to cut my nerves. Cut away the sparking connections. Cut away the smell of spice and storm.

The tube is almost empty. Hollowed from misuse.

I needed it. The smell of rain long gone and the sensation of effervescent cinnamon heat.

It is not enough, the pieces of my cut-up heart warbled out in distress to my hands, They are never coming back.

It has to be enough, my hands told my heart sternly as if scolding a disobedient whining dog.