#She's supposed to mimic an aurora borealis

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A bunch of Whiteouts

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@miraclecherryblossomsblog !!

Bby I would like to know somethin 👁️👁️

How do you feel about the sky? What do you think when you look at it? Do you prefer it more with clouds or stars?

Does it warm your heart most when it is a baby blue? Or is it when it is filled with oranges and pinks? Maybe you like it more when it’s gray and watering the world? Perhaps you like a more fantastical view? Like pretty greens, purples, and pinks dancing across a clear dark sky?

Aurora Borealis

That’s what people know such a view as right? Though I suppose most just call them the northern lights.

To experience a sight like that in person must surely feel like it could carry you away, no? I imagine you could just get lost in it as you look on. I imagine you would feel your heartbeat in your chest as you watch them flitter across the sky. Maybe it feels like somehow you’re more connected to the Earth in that moment?

What if I told you looking into your eyes could do the same thing, beloved?

What if I told you looking into your gorgeous pools of brown is like gazing into the very universe itself?

What if I told you your smile held the warmth of the sun? And that your laugh was more beautiful than the song of the sea?

The moon’s voice echoes in every wave, you know? Her sweet melody washes over you, and rocks you as if to ease your soul with a lullaby, should you choose to sail in her domain.

It’s a sound that’s easy to fall into when it surrounds you for so long. When it’s all you know. You begin to learn how to hear the different notes she hums to you. You begin to learn to predict when her rhythm will change. You begin to learn how to navigate her chorus as you move bar by bar.

You remember what it was like when you were beginning to understand these things yourself, don’t you, Ane?

After all, you’ve been doing these things for so long now. Your life was traveling the far corners of the moon’s domain, was it not?

Sometimes it was tiring, I know. But most times, it was absolutely beautiful, no?

In fact, I’ve noticed how you disappear on some nights. How you make your way out to the deck when it’s dark and you’re alone under the stars. How you find yourself singing songs back to her. Or simply harmonizing to the sound of the sea.

I-I don’t mean to spy on you! But your voice is so lovely…

You have a gift, my love.

Now, I’ve never personally heard it myself, but I am also aware of nights in which your song competes with that of the moon. A melody is drawn out of you beyond your means to control it. You create waves of your own as you build and build upon your own melody, oblivious to the sounds of the water crashing just beyond the window.

The sound of skin clapping skin mimics the sound of the ocean thundering against a rocky shore. A body of water that’s all your own is created between the two of you. Both of your hearts are thumping away and you’re filled with nothing but this syrupy sweet warmth.

It’s the way I KNOW he makes you melt that tempts me at times to call him your Poseidon, you know?

When he looks at you, Ane, he sees eternity in you.

He is the one that sees galaxies in your eyes. He is the one that feels more connected to this world and his destiny when he thinks of you. He is the one who loves it most when you shine and aim your joy his way.

Though he’s known and operated the seas even longer than you have, and has been comforted by their song more times than he can count, your voice will always be more enchanting to him.

Charting the oceans you explore together with the strawhat crew is nothing new to Zoro.

But every time you and him make love, Ane, he is finding new ways to explore and exalt your body. He loves you enough to make you his mission. You have his heart, my dear. You will always be his greatest adventure and his highest pleasure.

He lives for the moment your eyes sparkle, your soul ascends, and your quivering cunt chokes his cock in a final clamp, as your song, your voice, your sultry whine, reaches a crescendo.

Maybe I’m reading into it too much, but I can tell just by looking at him 🤭. Don’t worry, though. I’ll keep your secret~ <333.

TEEHEE

Happy Birthday Ane, my beloved 🥳🎂💞

I love u so so so so much cariña :3 💋💋💋💋💋

I hope today is nothing short of lovely bby 🫶🏾🫂

And I hope you enjoyed reading this!! uwu

I’ll add more tags to this prolly after u see it. I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise with them! Lol. 😘

[wof-reworked]

So like the tales of like don’t go out side alone or you will die also strangers bad and the monsters for those tales are supposed to be horrid and scary but the angsty teens went like oh yeh horrible monster more like my cults entire reason to exist (artic annon)

ohhhh yeah !!! I mean I have a few actually, though less in the spooky monster vein. They're as follows:

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-Icewings who end up stranded or drowned on the ice floes/sea ice are reincarnated as polar bears (polar bears are also seen as omens of death/lost spirits by lower class Icewings, while royal Icewings may hunt them to show off, hunting a polar bear is often seen as bad luck/marking yourself for misfortune)

-The inverse is snowy owls- they're considered friends and good luck. When in doubt, follow a snowy owl.

-Icewings hatched at night under the Aurora Borealis are often stereotyped as unearthly and strange beauties, some myths claiming you can spot them because of the pearlescent color of their scales.

-during the fall, Icewings will gather the last remaining wildflowers and summer grasses to make bundles to hang in their homes in the hope of warding off especially cold/brutal winters.

-Lighting campfires outside during the long night in the winter is considered bad luck- putting out a light like that can act as a beacon, and you don’t want to attract unwelcome attention. Since most Icewings are cold resistant and don't routinely use fire (with the exception of oil lamps), this is a non-issue 90% of the time.

-If you know how, you can read your future in the first icemelt on a river- the shapes and the way the current runs will tell you about the course of your life.

-I think a lot of Icewing superstition is less focused on tangible monsters and more on the Idea of bad things happening?? In a lot of ways it's very cause/effect- if you do x, y will happen. It might not be a monster coming out in the woods, but stuff like trees suddenly falling on you, ice breaking, family members turning cold, the kind of slow burn misfortune that can sometimes be scarier than being hunted down by a giant monster.

That said, I know you also came here for creepy monsters, soooo here’s some Icewing urban legends:

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-There’s a story of two Icewing dragonets who left their village to find food during the winter. Too young to fly, they walked through the dense taiga forests, searching for anything edible, until they were hopelessly lost. They starved in the woods, but they weren’t allowed to rest, now endlessly walking and enlisting the help of any Icewing who’ll help- only to lead them deeper into the woods, until their victim becomes lost and starves too.

-An Icewing princess, one of the early animuses, wanted to create a beautiful menagerie for Icewings of all classes to enjoy- with tamed animals, the height of their species that could wander around outside of pens freely and interact with visitors. The first time she tried the spell though, the animals came out wrong. They were functional, but underwhelming: she wanted her gift to be truly special, not just a loose collection of common animals. Breaking the rule of one enchantment, she began to layer on more spells and tried creating more animals, each of them growing more and more distorted: bears with crooked, jagged teeth jutting from their mouth, walking on two unnaturally long legs, foxes with dragging, extra limbs and empty eyes, hares with twisted, upside down necks who could mimic dragon voices perfectly, the list grew on. The princess drove herself to madness trying to make them perfect, depleted of all her energy, all she could do was lay in her garden, eventually eaten by her own creations, who still wander the Ice Kingdom like ghosts, unable to die with the amount of spells on them. 

-There’s a group of Icewings who are dedicated to hunting killer whales- they believe it’s the ultimate sport, to be able to take down an animal as intelligent and powerful as you. They’ll stop at nothing, and the most graphic versions of the story involve them using Icewing dragonets as bait.

I really like writing Icewing stories, they’re always the most depressing imo. I hope these were to your liking !!