#* ... fate bender.

[a11sunday]

headcanon: select muses, re. favorite places to be kissed (besides the lips) ...

iselda ... back between her shoulder blades. she carries a lot of tension there and any touch, especially kisses meant to show affection or alleviate tension makes her sigh and melt.

haru ... fingertip or knuckle kisses, kisses on his hands. he works a lot with his hands, his palms a little rough, but when they're showered with kisses and affection, it really makes him feel loved.

sanji ... neck kisses. let's be real, any kiss has this man on his knees but anywhere on his neck, especially that soft part right under the jaw makes him lose his mind.

[a11sunday]

if i think about iselda and garp too hard, i start tweaking

[a11sunday]

what color is your love?

iselda...

black; love as healing ... Your love is the carefully tilled soil of last year's garden. In that way, loving you is rich with possibilities and growth. You are a quiet weekend night, as the stars begin to wink down at you. You sit, you listen, you reflect. Perhaps in the past you've been misunderstood, maybe by yourself. Everything has the potential for love. Love is a promise for you.

tagged by: @fatescattered ! tagging: YOU !

[a11sunday]

more iselda physique for yall’s consideration

[a11sunday]

what color is your aura?

iselda …

ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon. your essence is ashen: you are warm but vacant, an empty canvas waiting to be painted. your heart is soft; there is a peace that seems just out of reach, but it is worth striving towards. perhaps lost, you comfort yourself by what you can, and you are never unwelcome. you are the dreamer. you are the wanderer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, hickory, beige, and ivory, who share your aspirations for goodness. you are also drawn to the inspiring and kind lavender and peach, who will help you grow and open you to find yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the strong-willed personalities of periwinkle and tawny who put themselves first.

ginny …

moss: marshes, microscopes, crocodiles, green juice, grid notebooks, long socks, algae. your essence is moss: it is you against the mysteries of the world. you are an impassioned problem solver; it is natural for you to depersonalize, absorbed in your interests rather than in your skin. others find you unconventional yet genuine. you are the investigator. you are the scientist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chartreuse, honeysuckle, forest, and gold, who share your immense focus. you are also drawn to the intense souls teal and bronze, who will help you grow and uncover new passions. however, you may struggle to get along with the pandering personalities of magenta and marigold who seem too demonstrative.

olvia …

noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night. your essence is noir: you see the world for what it really is and have the desire to perfect it. you embrace all of reality with zeal; there is an order to everything, even the thoughts that drip with darkness. your spirit is undeniable and some may call you quietly passionate or idealistic. you are the conquerer. you are the reformer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, ivory, amaranth, and hickory, who share your passion for betterment. you are also drawn to the creative magenta and indigo, who will help you grow and let go of your reservations that you must be perfect. however, you may struggle to get along with the philosophical personalities of navy and amber who seem aimless.

stole this from ... @willofd !

[a11sunday]

when do you gaze at your soulmate?

iselda ...

when they're getting ready for the day: this is all you've ever wanted. you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day. you watch as they pair the colors. you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.

sanji ...

when they don't see you: you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. it's enough you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. but what if it's not? and what if you're wrong. what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at.

mihawk ...

when they're dancing: you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.

[a11sunday]

i’ll clean up this headcanon when i get back to it but i genuinely keep forgetting to post about it and i don’t know how given that i was tearing up and a walk as i thought about it —

i decided a bit back that iselda’s mom, mavis, is alive. when they were separated following the shipwreck, mavis made it to ohara but it was too late. the marines had already gotten there and were initiating the buster call.

on ohara, mavis sustained injuries that harmed her head and put her in critical condition. would have been fatal if she hadn’t gotten away. i’m not sure how she got away (though i would love to plot on that). but, she does.

she ends up with retrograde amnesia— forgetting much about her past life and herself. she ends up working with vegapunk as one of his researchers regarding the void century. while she can’t remember the information she retained, she can still read poneglyphs and anything familiar to her through research is easily retained and she can make connections for.

she doesn’t remember iselda.

[a11sunday]

what folklore monster are you descended from?

iselda ... leviathan.

Descended from sea monsters, your soul is an ocean — deep, dark, and full of unseen currents. You experience emotions in tidal waves rather than ripples, and you often feel things before you can name them. People may think you’re calm, but inside you carry storms. Your instincts come from places most people avoid: intuition, fear, longing, unconscious memory. The leviathan bloodline gives you depth and intensity, but also immense resilience; nothing scares you more than your own depths, and nothing makes you stronger than navigating them.