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nelapanela94 · 5 months

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Nelaaaa!!! BB TODAY I AM HERE FOR SOME NELA X LEVI HEADCANONSJDJD .. tell me the little stufff toooooooo 🤍

Hi lovely. This one was so fun to write. <3 thank you for the request and please let me live in my delulu world 🌎

Levi and I currently live in Marley (What's left) in a coastal town where the streets finish at the beach.

Levi, though he doesn't admit it, is still afraid of the elevator. He just can't trust it. It jars him when it quivers right before stopping, and he hates it's tight and stuffy. He prefers swallowing the pain in his leg to risking getting stuck and climbs the stairs up to the third floor. And it is worse when the chains start to screech pleading for maintenance. In his defense, he claims it is a great exercise. He takes his time and says hi to the brats who live in the second floor. Sometimes he brings them desserts from the tea shop.

Levi loves sea food, specially shrimps. That is why I took some cooking classes with Niccolo. Steamed, stir-fried, tempura, in pastas, salads, rice and ceviche, I had to learn every preparation. Though we usually eat at home, we love trying new restaurants in town. From fancy to fast food. Once I tried to cajole Levi to a street food stall but he refused, questioning their cleaning procedures.

Levi owns a tea shop downtown that has been awarded twice by the city's chamber of commerce for excellence, quality and service. He was interviewed and his photo appeared in the newspaper, with Gabi and Falco thumbing up behind him. We still have the clippings of the articles, and Levi had the stars framed. He spends all day drinking tea, doing accounts, making payments to suppliers, bossing everyone around, the latter his favorite. When he loses his patience, he jabs the staff with his walking stick on the back of their knees. He also likes to go on Sundays to the spice market where herbs and spices from all corners of the world are found. He takes them home and experiments with them to develop new blends. Although sometimes we have purged by accident.

Meanwhile, I work at the post office right across the street and in my break time we had lunch together in his office and take naps.

We spend hours in the cleaning supplies aisle because Levi can't decide between lavender, cinnamon and apple or citronella. In any case, he decides on all three. One day after work, he brought home a wooden barrel with a crank handle. He explained that it was for washing clothes, although it took me a while to understand how it was operated. He acquired it at a home novelty fair after the inventor convinced him by promising to make our lives easier. I thought it was a scam, but he made it work! It really saves us time and I don't have to ruin my manicure anymore.

On my last birthday, Levi got me a gramophone. We love dancing in the living room despite our clumsy feet, and we’re often off the beat. But who cares, with a drop of wine sprinkling the mix, we hardly notice it. I’ve been collecting discs from thrift stores and garage sales, cramming our place, so Levi felt compelled to build a box to store them safely.

As you might guess, Levi is little fond of PDA. He only feels confortable holding hands, however, from time to time I’d steal a kiss to tease him. He grunts and mellows right after, blushing like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. In private, on the other hand, he’s embarrassingly clingy (don’t ever mention it). When we’re reading in the sofa, he’d snuggle on my chest and loves it when I drop kisses on his head and coddle him. He loves hugs from the back and unexpected kisses on the cheek. Levi is milk with sugar but needs to keep a reputation.

We love traveling. For our honey moon, we visited a tropical island in hizuru. Roasted on the beach all day. He’s still wary of the sea water, can’t stand the slimy animals brushing his legs. But he enjoyed the scenery, the food, drinks and long loving sexy sessions in our suite with ocean view. We’ve been to other places, even though the voyage makes us seasick. We’ve seen temples, museums, archeological sites, lavender fields, all captured in photo albums.

Levi and I live a slow, tranquil life after the war. I think that we deserve that respite. <3

#levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #snk #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk levi #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x y/n #levi ackerman/you #levi ackerman/reader #aot levi #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman fluff

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adellovesrowan · 2 years

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Hi Jade! As you want to draw something for the Khannas, What about drawing Hazel, Anya and Jehan when they were younger?

Their siblings dynamics is pretty cute and it remember me to the relationship I have with my younger brothers. I have just met the Khanna family and now I am obsessed 😅

I love your art 💜💜💜

Nela

hi nela !! thank you im rly glad to hear youre attached to the little fambly i made up ahah 🥺 ( big thanks to @stupendousbookworm for the help with the clothes ! )

here are some hcs to decorate the post:

hazel grew up with most of her siblings' responsibilities pushed into her hands. she cooks some meals, does their laundry, cleans their shared bedroom, teaches them the things they need to know before hogwarts, etc.

anya is a walking anxiety. she has pretty bad posture from hunching all the time, no matter how many times willow reminded her to stand up straight. she also has trouble looking at you in the eyes when conversing with you.

jehan suffers from Youngest Child Disease, where he can get away with mostly anything and does whatever he wants. hes a bit of a troublemaker, but he charms his way out by flashing his pleading puppy eyes.

hazel (16) was a gryffindor, anya (14) a hufflepuff, jehan (11) a slytherin.

these kids were pretty queer behind willow's back. hazel had a crush on delia (adel's mom), anya was in a toxic relationship with a girl for a year, and jehan went out with and kissed a couple of boys in his year.

ollie was an exchange student from castelobruxo, who got shown around hogwarts by hazel (who was head girl of her year). anya met him via her sister, and he was a refreshing new start after her previous relationship.

jehan often helps his sisters with choosing outfits that help boost their confidences, especially anya.

they stay up a little later at night to catch up and gossip. their mom, the neighbors' kids, etc.

they fight over the smallest things like the last cookie in the jar, but will beat the pulp out of you if you touch any of them in the wrong way.

a group of kids who loved to pick on anya suffered the wrong end of jehan and hazel's wands (and hazel's sandal).

angst to close this off: hazel arrived at hogwarts freshly traumatized and still grieving from her sister's death. anya and jehan send her encouraging letters reminding her to take care of herself, while they themselves grieve together in the silence of their room and their mother's crying.

#they r so. sibling #i wanted to draw more of them but i still need to work on my commissions 😭#i will when i have the time i love them #i was gonna draw rani but im just gonna include her in the other ask #hazel khanna #anya khanna #jehan khanna #rowan khanna #the khanna family #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #fanart #asks #nelabelievesindragons #headcanons #mine

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therealvikingstrash · 1 year

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Dear malex.hogh.ilso on istagram,

Thanks for the compliment on my edit, but I would appreciate it if you ask before taking something that isn't yours and then posting it uncreditied on your account. That's rude.

Do NOT take anything of my account again that you haven't asked for or that you plan on leaving uncredited. I worked on that edit to make it look realistic.

It's nice that you want to keep the fandom up to date with content and creations, but this isn't the way. If something doesn't belong to you, you can't just take it.

Please ask people before you take anything of theirs. Be it an edit, fanvideo or a cameo they paid for. Just because they shared it online, doesn't mean you can download/screenshot it and use it on your own site without referring to them. That's called stealing.

And on a sidenote: please learn how to tag. Not every picture needs to be tagged with #marcoilsø, especially when he isn't even in it. Thanks.

______

Caro malex.hogh.ilso no istagram,

Obrigado pelo elogio à minha edição, mas agradeceria se você perguntasse antes de pegar algo que não é seu e postá-lo sem créditos em sua conta. Isso é rude.

NÃO pegue nada da minha conta novamente que você não tenha pedido ou que planeje deixar sem crédito. Eu trabalhei nessa edição para torná-la realista.

É legal você querer manter o fandom atualizado com conteúdos e criações, mas esse não é o caminho. Se algo não pertence a você, você não pode simplesmente pegá-lo.

Por favor, pergunte às pessoas antes de pegar qualquer coisa delas. Seja uma edição, fanvideo ou uma participação especial que eles pagaram. Só porque eles o compartilharam online, não significa que você pode fazer o download/captura de tela e usá-lo em seu próprio site sem consultá-los. Isso se chama roubar.

E em uma nota lateral: por favor, aprenda a marcar. Nem toda foto precisa ser marcada com #marcoilsø, especialmente quando ele nem está nela. Obrigado.

(Translated with google translate, so if there is something that sounds weird, my apologies)

#vikings #vikings fandom #vtrash edits #before anyone says 'you could've contacted them via instagram' NO. I won't use my private profile to contact a stranger about fandom stuff

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hi! I am Nela, one of my online friends recommended me your blog and it's trully fantastic 😊 Could I have a The Maze runner, Peaky Blinders and Narnian matchup if it is not a bother? I have already rebloged 4 of your posts and I am following you. Here is my info:

Pronouns/sexuality: she/her, heterosexual

Sun Capricorn, Moon Scorpio and Ascendent Piscis, INFJ-T, Gryffindor (with both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tendencies), my love language is words of affirmation and physical affection (specially hugs)

Personality: At first, I am shy, and calm but once I am friend with somebody, I am very talkative. My biggest strengths are that I am idealistic, determinate, hard worker and creative and my biggest weakness is that I am an overthinker and stubborn person. I am the oldest sibling of a big family and since a young age I learned to be responsible and caring. I would do anything to protect the people I care about and when I see something unfair, I am very passionate and not afraid to stand up for what I believe in. I am the type of person who is always there to help and who does what is right even if it means it’s harder

Hobbies: reading, writing, storytelling, singing, teaching, learning new languages,helping others, listening to music, traveling, meeting people from different cultures, going for walks, and stargazing

Likes: animals, nature (specially forests and beaches), rain, reading out loud, waking up early, bonfires, the moon, sunsets history, literature, and long conversations

Dislikes: being told to shut up, crowded places, people who don’t have morals and aren’t loyal

Thank you for your time💜

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Hi, thank you for participating! Also, I saved this as a draft AND THEN I COULDN’T FIND IT but then I did lol ... so thank you for your patience x

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏: ✧ Brave ✧ Leaders ✧ Patriarch (of their family/friends/groups)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 ��𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thomas! I think you would do well together because he has such a go-getter attitude. He isn’t the type of person to achieve leadership, he just happens to be the leader because he does what he thinks is right, or rather, what should be done.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You’re always reminding him of important dates and events; his mind is going 10000 miles per hour and he has a terrible memory

・You love when he opens up to you, because not many people know what’s going on inside of Thomas. He puts on a tough front, and yes, everyone knows his morals, but no one is able to get through his walls.

・He loves when you lay ontop of him and put your head on his chest. You feel so comforting to him

・Calls you ‘sweetheart’

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ Love Triangle With You x Thomas x Gally (but you thought he had died... so you ended up with Thomas)

↬ Love During An Apocolypse

↬ Dumbass (Thomas) x Oh I Guess That’s My Dumbass (You)

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

You are such a force of nature. No one but a person who can stand their ground, would be able to with Tommy - and that’s exactly who you are. Someone who isn’t afraid of stating their opinion. Tommy needs this, someone who is going to tell him off when he messes up.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He shows his love through gift-giving; his time is usually taken up by work or paperwork. And he isn’t too great with expressing his emotions through talking, so gift-giving it is. I also think he loves physical affection - and I know you do too. So expect a lot of presents and touches.

・Likes when you sit in his office while he’s working

・Often pulls you onto his lap when he’s sitting

・Absolutely LOVES when you undress him for the night and help bathe him. At first he thought you were being ridiculous, but it was just another way of showing your love

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ THE EPITOME OF: Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

↬ Initially Distant But Soon Develops Into Mutual Pining

↬ Similar Personalities

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with (High King the Magnificent) Peter Pevensie. I think you guys would be such a good match because you will tell Peter the things he needs to hear. Sometimes his decisions are clouded by his ego, or his want to prove himself (which can put both him and others in danger.)

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・There’s a lot of back and forth between the two of you - sometimes banter, sometimes teasing, etc.

・You got his attention when you called him out on his behaviour. At first, he was angry, but then he realised he was invigorated.

”Don’t even start with me, Pevensie.”

・You and Susan get along SO GODDAMN WELL. Peter gets so nervous everytime you get together. You just know what it feels like to take on the matriarchy role (since being the firstborn) and you know how difficult it is since your siblings can vilify you.

・Knows your favourite colour, flower, song, season, animal etc. And surprises you with them

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ Rivals to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers/Marriage

↬ You Confessed Your Love When You Thought He Was Unconscious

↬ “Shut Up” x “Make Me”

#match ups #open #ships

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maries-gallery · 2 years

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Belle Marieee!!!

joyeux anniversaire!!

Voici un Post War Levi que j'ai fait pour toi!!! gros bisous <3

NELA OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ! Please you are so talented, LOOK AT HIM!

Please tu es un amour :,) Merci beaucoup!

I hope you’re doing well and taking care! Sending you lots of love <3

#nela<3 #marie.mailbox #please I am 20 now #I feel like an adult

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catohphm · 2 years

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Hi Cato! I hope you are doing okay. For the headcanons thing, I looked through my blog and found this I make a while ago for Cato's friendship with my kiddos. Here they are with Coraline, Jacob and Tony and Neil. Hope they can help 💜

Awww thank you! I just read Coraline's and they're lovely! Neil's link doesn't seem to work though, however it appears our OCs have basic foundations for their friendships! I read Jacob and Tony's post a while back. I how you're doing well too Nela!

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hi!, my name is Nela. Lately I have been raeding your posts, they are amazing and you are an incredible writter. Could I ask for Matchups for Marvel, Peaky Blinders or Narnia? ( fell free to choose one or do it all if you want to), I also would like a picture of the outfit i would wear in the fandom.

I am a girl,15 and heteroally. I am 5'41 a little bit chuby and tanned, I also have rosy cheecks in spring and summer and a beauty mark on the left cheeck. I have almond shaped hazel eyes and over the shoulders brown wavy hair.

Most time I wear band or fandom t-shirts with high waisted jeans and denim jackets. But I am keen on in vintage outfits as long as I have freedom of movements.

I'm INFJ and gryffindor. I am brave and never afraid to try new things, even if they have some risks. I overthink a lot and I take time to trust somebody, but once you are my friend I will be loyal forever. I am the older sibling of a big family as a result I am very responsable. I want to help people and make the world a better place. I stand up for what I believe in and I can be a stubborn, tought and independent girl.

I love nature: beaches, forests, animals... I am a huge geek, I love reading,writing, singing,dancing and seeing 80's and 90's movies. I enjoy learning new things specially languages (I speak Spanish, English, German and a little bit of Italian) and I am good at defending myself and others. I have always wanted to try sword fighthing.

Sorry, if it is long and has some mistakes (english is not my mother lenguage). If you have time I would love to read it, keep going with your writing is really good. ☺

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For marvel I ship you with:

Tony stark 💲

I would see you being super chill and Tony inviting you out to his parties.

You were an agent in the shield, you could use guns and lock targets at any angel.

Your outfit:

You were a fan of Tony's music and movie choices.

You would often annoy Steve with the rock music, Tony wouldn't listen and turn it up.

He would take you on dates to the forest, he wouldn't bring any tech but only his phone.

Expect expensive wine.

I would totally see you working together with stark against evil forces.

You got married after civil war, you had a child with his hair and eyes.

For the peaky blinders I ship you with:

Arthur Shelby 🥃

I would see the two of you as his equal, you would first meet in the garrison.

you would be the one to often calm him from fights.

You would often lie in bed together and relax.

You did know how to handle guns, you often liked to show a thing or two to drunk men if they get handsy.

Your outfit for the fandom:

you often liked to walk along side the docks while your husband was out at work.

Arthur would beat the heck out of anyone for hitting on you.

Tommy would try to bribe you to leave because you made him soft.

You would marry and live in the country while you would have a kid with your hair and his eyes.

For Narnia I ship you with:

Prince Caspian⚔

You were in Narnia helping the Pensieve siblings when you came across the prince.

You spent time with him across your travels and he was attracted to your beauty.

You and Caspian often wandered the forests of Narnia and became lost in thought.

You would introduce Caspian to your movie tastes and music.

your outfit:

you became queen after saving Narnia and Caspian proposed on the spot.

You married and stayed in Narnia having a kid with your eyes and his hair.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

#Marvel matchup #Marvel matchups open #Peaky blinders matchup #peaky blinders matchups open #Narnia matchup #Narnia matchups open

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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Just see your ask game post: 8,9,12,34 and 41.

I amo curious

Nela 💜

hello lovely nela! thank you for this ask! I love answering things like this 🥰

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

8. what’s your favourite band/artist?

oh this is a tough one, I tend to make my own playlists and listen to the same 18 songs over and over again haha, but I’m a big fan of musicals so it’s more like particular musicals that I often listen to I guess? I have really eclectic taste so the list would be too long haha

of the musicals though, I’m currently really enjoying listening to the hunchback of notre dame both because it’s got similar energy to the theatre show I’m directing later in the year, and because I can sign along in auslan (australian sign language)!

9. when is your birthday?

the 28th of april ☺️ which is lovely when it rains but always around assignment time haha

12. who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

oh my goodness, I’m a big hugger so practically anyone I care about haha, if I had to list some probably my sister, two best friends, and some of my online friends 💞

34. what is your favourite flower?

aww, this is my favourite question! my favourite flower has always been and always will be daisies! when I was little my grandma put them around my face and in my hair and took photos and they’ve always been so precious to me (and I want to start a petition to get a daisy emoji, thank you)

41. what’s your favourite cartoon?

so, as I said with my other ask post, I LOVE animated movies, but in the interests of keeping things exciting and new, I’ve recently gotten into the simpsons for the first time (I wasn’t allowed to watch it as a kid) and that makes me happy!

#daniella answers asks

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the-al-chemist · 2 years

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Hi Al, happy fwf! How are you? I have a question? If you had to chose a song to describe each of your next gen kids what would it be?

P.s Yesterday I was looking in your blog and I noticed we shared Dante's name. My Dante is also next gen , but he is Cora's son and a hufflepuff so they don't have many things in common. This was completely unintentional, I chose the name because The Divine Comedy is one of my favourite books and I didn't know you had an Oc with this name. I can change it if you want, I am really sorry. Please don't get mad about it 😔

Nela 💜

Hi Nela! Thanks for the ask! 💛 I’m tired but very well, thanks.

I actually have a playlist almost done for my next gen kids, I just keep forgetting to finish and post it! However, if I had to pick just one song for each of them, it would be:

Saffron Summers - Ride A White Swan by T. Rex

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days

Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown

Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane

Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Dante Lopez Briarwood - Let Me Entertain You by Robbie Williams

I'm a burning effigy

Of everything I used to be

You're my rock of empathy, my dear

So come on let me entertain you

Rory McTavish - Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord

To me is flirting it's just like sport, anything fly

It's all good, let me dump it, please set in the trumpet

Zadie Taylor-Allen - Electricity from Billy Elliot the Musical

Then suddenly I'm flying

Flying like a bird

Like electricity, electricity

Sparks inside of me

And I'm free, I'm free

Cleo Hexley - Pompeii by Bastille

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

Also, DW. Dante is a great name, and pretty common around these parts (it’s also @whatwouldvalerydo’s Jonathan’s middle name!)

#happy ffwf!#next gen harry potter #saffron summers #dante lopez briarwood #rory mctavish #zadie taylor allen #cleo hexley

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shiawasekai · 24 days

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I finally got around to cleaning up the one rant I wrote to Crow about Nela's complicated relationship with her body and her physical appearance. I tried to give it some structure so it flows in a coherent manner instead of jumping around.

Her issues aren't so much a matter of physical build, but with her race and the traits it brings. Nela had some hope to beat the odds (everyone in her family is short), but it's not something that concerns her much.

Being an aasimar, everyone on her hometown placed unrealistic expectations on her since early childhood. Her bond with Samuel and both acting as a set shielded her from it... up to a point. The people around her would still often scold her or try to punish her and her alone for whatever messes they BOTH got into. It was natural child behaviour, especially for a very resolute and smart kid, but to the eyes of society that was unacceptable.

Kids don't have to risk awareness, or an understanding of why something may be a bad idea! Even the nicest, gentlest kid! But her community couldn't understand that's true no matter how much celestial blood you have.

Nela barely looks like her family at all at a superficial level. Her appearance is mostly determined by her celestial blood. Most people would consider it an advantage but, for her, it's isolating and a source of asphyxiating pressure. She hates how she looks and what she is, and wishes she had been born human like her brother.

She knows everyone around her sees it as a positive, but society has ensured she cannot perceive it that way.

So Nela spent her teen years lashing out against the pain, until The Incident made her realize she was only hurting herself and risked destroying her life. What should have been a chance for her to reach her peace with her body, however, was cut short by the events of the game.

As in she got kidnapped by Areelu, spent 78 years as her experiment subject and was physically over 5 years older when she was next aware of herself. Which is a horribly traumatic experience to her. She cannot recognise herself in a mirror anymore.

It is both its own separate issue and something that ensures she isn't working through the pre-existing ones. It's hard to reconcile with your physical appearance like that.

And then the Angel Metamorphosis feeds the raging fire of her issues by making her even more unrecognisable to herself and turns into a problem that spirals out of control post-game. Yet, in a rather ironic twist, it does help a bit with her pre-game image issues. The Angel path is something she chose for herself. It was that or something potentially worse, as far as she was concerned, but it was still HER choice. A choice fueled by the determination she took during The Incident.

If you had asked Nela if she wanted to become an angel, the answer would be no. There sure had to be better ways to gain divine magic, but it still beat the alternatives she had given the circumstances. Besides, she came to appreciate the positives.

In fact, one of the benefits is... That people stop to perceive her as an aasimar, but instead as an angel. After a point, those who didn't know her before the metamorphosis started don't even know her original race! The overlap in looks, peri being a kind of angel, is so strong there is essentially nothing that tips you on her heritage. And Angel is something she chose for herself! Something she proved herself into, not a source of insecurity and self-loathing.

There is also the validation in staying truly herself, with all her un-aasimar-like traits, and yet succeeding as an angel. There was nothing wrong with her all along.

I can see those who know she was originally an aasimar assume that's why she became an angel, which she hates. She knows better, that there were options and this was simply the one that felt best out of what she had available, and that it's only thanks to Lariel's sword the chance was even there. Her celestial blood was uninvolved in anything beyond Making It Weirder.

This whole ordeal is why she tends so much towards self-harm, especially in ways that maim her or tarnish her looks. Things like the tattoos or bloodily and brutally plucking herself post-game. Her haircut is also fundamentally fueled by the same issues, but fortunately hair grows back. All fueled by the desire to destroy the physical representation of what's hurting her inside.

As a side note, she hates any comments on her appearance, even if they're compliments. Hell, often she takes compliments even worse. It's not quite as bad if she trusts you, but for any comments to have a positive effect you have to be genuinely close to her.

#oc: nela damasio #on some topics I skipped on points unrelated to her body image issues #like the angel path silencing the fallen angel part of her lineage and freeing her from the awful intrusive thoughts

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nelapanela94 · 1 year

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Hi Nela! Do you see post war! Levi falling for someone in Marley in spite of having lost Hanji (hardcore levihan fan here)? I feel the grief would have been a lot, but always hope for him to regain some hope 😔 hope you're ok!!

YES YES YES!!!

Levi was left with a void after the war, but he finds that sapling through the rubble that conveys his hope.

WC: 3k TW: Fluff, post war, self-loath from Levi.

The bearings in his head stuck with a shriek, reheating the engines of his system, and the emergency stop is nowhere to be found. Utter chaos. This is why he never went beyond a good morning and thank you, afraid that he’d turn into a stutter mess, and you end up thinking the war injured his brain as well. He scrapes the dregs in his brain as his last effort to string a sentence. Your question disarmed him; you sent him to war without any weapon, not even a knife.

His mouth opens and close, but he can’t ladle a single word.

“I asked if you wanted to go to the festival with me next Saturday.” You lean over the counter, expectant, glossy lips curved in a beguiling smile. A lock of hair falls over your forehead, and you brush it away, his gaze following your finger as it traces the curve of your ear. “So…” You tilt your head to the side, bat your lashes, moisten your lips.

Levi drinks every single detail.

He gulps, his hands tightening around the push rings. His heart bounces in his ribcage prodding for a way out. It is painful. Physically painful, indeed. The bandages constrict him, and his skin begins to itch. A shiver jolts down his spine, bristling the tiny hairs behind his neck.

Why?

Up to this point he convinced himself that he was cursed. That something was wrong with him, that happiness was out of his reach, that he didn’t deserve good things. Life itself taught him the harsh way that he needed to move cautiously; he raised walls around him. The war left a wound that after eight months still dehisces and burbles. A feeling of emptiness, a lack of purpose. After Hange’s death, inertia is what keeps him rolling.

And now, pretty you is here, before him, asking him out, a force that changes his direction and speed.

Why him? he wonders.

Sentenced to a wheelchair, chopped, and with angry stitches slithering across his face.

Him when there are other men, bolder and confident who tell jokes you laugh at, and brush off petals from your shoulder as an excuse to touch you.

His parted lips tremble; he blinks twice. “S-sure.”

“Great!” Your clap startles him. “I’ll be wearing a blue dress, wear something blue too.” You wink. “Before you ask, it is a date.”

A date.

The Kraft paper rustles as you wrap his weekly order of white lilies. You pull at the spool of jute cord, eye measure and cut. Levi gulps, tugging at the collar of his shirt as his gaze moves around the shop. Bright colors and cheerful displays. Silk arrangements, vibrant potted plants and eclectic giftware festoon the shelves.

How could someone so feisty and vivid settle her eyes on a dim, gray soul as his?

He presses his lips into a thin line, and takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweetness of greenery, soil, and petals. His eyes and yours lock. “Why did you ask me out?”

That dimpled smile brightens up your beautiful face. “Because time keeps ticking and I wasn’t willing to wait until you dare ask me.”

They must be either shaking their heads or laughing at him.

He sighs, and a meek smile dangles on his lips. You steer around the counter and hand him the bouquet. He pillows it on his lap and peels two banknotes from the thick wad in his wallet.

“Thanks,” he says. You and this place emanate a peace that dandles his turbulence.

You waltz behind the till. The cash drawer springs out, and humming a song, you slip the bills in and pluck his change.

“Thank you for your purchase, Captain Levi.” And he snorts as he puts the coins in the pocket of his shirt.

“Just Levi. Nobody calls me that anymore.”

“Some papers still do.” You tip the head to the side and squint, tapping a finger on your chin.

“What?”

“You look more handsome in person.”

“You’re just trying to get more points.” He lowers his gaze, shakes his head, then meets your eyes again.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stretch your arm over the counter, and he reaches out for your hand.

Sparks burst in the air. It feels as if he dropped a match on a pile of tinder, setting your flower shop on fire.

If that was the effect of a handshake, what would be the devastation triggered by a kiss? Or when he and you…?

Yes, he agreed on a date with a girl whose name was a mystery. And yes, he’s already imagined things he can’t say aloud without you accusing him of being a pervert.

“Can I have my hand back?” You giggle, looking at your threaded hands. His eye snaps and his face singes with a hard blush. He let’s go of you, and spins around on his chair.

“Thanks for the flowers.” He mutters, hiding his gaze under the wing of his hat. Whatever spell you cast on him, he silently pleads for you to never break it.

You stride to the door and hold it open for him.

“You’re welcome,” you chime. “I’ll be ready at four.”

They say our brains are biologically programmed to remember painful memories better. It’s a way to protect ourselves, to remember something painful so we don’t repeat the same mistakes.

A defense mechanism.

They morph to fear, a fear that helps us survive; the same fear that keeps us from living.

The ringlets screech on the rod as he draws the curtains. The late afternoon light baths the at-home memorial he put together with the badges and bolo ties of his fallen comrades. It’s been keeping him occupied for the past three months after his release from the hospital, and like every Friday, he replaces the etiolated flowers with the new ones and feeds them with fresh water. There’s not much to do, not in his state, and there’s too much time to spare.

The house is large for a single person, but he can move freely on his chair.

He wheels back to the window with a jug of water and plastic cups, places the tray on the side table, and folds his arms over the sill. The match is about to start. Brats spill out of their houses, but the owner of the ball, the most important one, is always the last to arrive. The eldest measure the width of the goal boxes, yelling and wrangling as they settle the stones.

This is why he fought for. For kids to run after a ball, shouting and breaking windows around the neighborhood—hopefully not his—instead of slinging a gun over his shoulders.

He doesn’t grasp the rules yet, even if a team is leading by ten goals, the game is defined by the last. And there’s no referee, how do they tell when a fault is committed? No yellow or red cards.

They run, they kick, they tackle. From time to time, they come to his window to rehydrate.

“Thank you, Mr. Ackerman!”

He tugs a smile. If they go back to their places for water, their mothers won’t let them go out again. An implicit mom rule.

“You’re in a good mood today.” David tucks an elbow on the windowsill. He guzzles to the last drop and hands the cup back for a refill, wiping his mouth with the hem of his t-shirt. He’s thirteen with the brains of an adult. “The flower girl, did you ask her out and she said yes?”

Levi eyes him and frowns.

“She invited me to a festival next week.” Levi confesses as a tinge of red grazes his cheeks.

“I’d like to be so lucky and have a girl asking me out. I told you.” He waves a finger. “She liked you liked you.”

The ravenette crosses his arms and rolls the eyes. “Yes, you were right, now get off my window, brat.”

“Her favorite flowers are tulips,” The blue-eyed boy says, pulling a lopsided grin.

A black, thin eyebrow flashes up. “How do you know that?”

David shrugs. “You can get a lot of information just by asking.” he slips his hands under his armpits and lifts his chin. “You don’t have to thank me.”

Right. Ask first, then torture.

Levi grumbles and drops his pride. “What else do you know?”

Glass shatters, and the boys vamoose. In seconds they empty the street. David shared a little, but enough, and Levi closes the windows. If anyone asks, he saw nothing.

Levi gels his hair back, but a stubborn lock doesn’t want to stick, and he gives up. Clad in khaki slacks and a baby blue button up. He rolls the sleeves to the elbows and bend to tie the shoelaces.

The sun warms its realm at full splendor in a clear, cerulean blue sky. He sprays himself in his favorite fragrance and examines his reflection one last time. He heaves a sigh; there’s not much he can do anyway.

Levi’s never been a shallow person, but the remnants of war chiseled forever in his skin have squished his confidence.

Twenty tulips and a box of truffles filled with peanut butter ganache. He locks his front door and hits the streets, David, from across the street greets with a military salutation. Then, he hurls his thumbs skyward with approval.

The flower shop is in the neighborhood, a ten-minute wheelchair ride, two red lights, five zebra crossings.

Anticipation grows inside of him in form of tickles in his hands and chest as if someone has unleashed a swarm of bees inside him. With each turn of the wheels, that feeling builds up, flush that fans from his lower belly all the way to his face. A sensation new to him, both frightening and exciting; something that muddles his thoughts and soothes his soul.

He turns left at the last corner, and you’re standing before the shop, rocking on your heels, your hands clasp at the handle of your tote bag. You snap your face toward him and a wide smile spreads across your face. Levi swallows; his chest tightens as his heart sets into a sprint. Just like that, you turned a plain day into something truly extraordinary.

“Hey!” You wave a hand at him as he approaches. Your sundress flares down right above the knee, the skirt swelling when you spin.

“Hi.” He scrapes for something else to say. Is he supposed to shake your hand or…

His face heats up until the mercury breaks the glass when you lean and cheek-kiss him twice. “I like what you did to your hair.” You twirl the unmoored strand around your finger.

“You look beautiful.” Damn bees, he wishes he could wrench them out.

“You look good yourself.”

You beam when he hands you the bouquet of tulips. Flowers for the flower shop girl. “How did you know these are my favorite? Thank you!” A spark ignites in your eyes as you sniffle the box. “I’ll take these with us today.” You wiggle the chocolates into your bag. “Wait a minute while I put these in water.” You scramble inside the shop, and Levi’s gaze stumbles upon an empty storefront across the street, a white sign with red thick letters flashing “on sale.”

What if…

You twist the key in the padlock and tug at the chain, then turn to him. “Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“The park.”

The main walkway is flanked by food stalls sizzling with fried food and grill meat, colorful awnings swaying in the breeze, the mouthwatering smells wafted around you, kindling your stomach. Through the throng, you push Levi’s chair, kids swishing past with helium balloons tethered to their wrists. The mere gurgling of water is refreshing as you reach the roundabout where the path branches, and you swerve to a meandering trail fringed with bushes and brambles studded with blackberries. Squirrels leap from tree to tree, using their own private highway. The concrete becomes gravel, not so friendly for the wheels, but Levi doesn’t complain. Finally, You find an empty patch on the meadow near the lake that glints in the sun like a shiny tin roof. “Is it ok here?”

“Yeah.” He pulls the brakes, and you strewn a checkered cloth in the shade of a red oak. People in large numbers come across, securing a good spot around the field for the jazz band. They lay out blankets too while kids scamper playing tag. On the stage, the staff jostle, setting and checking the instruments and lights.

“Let me help you,” you say as you fold the footplates. Levi uses his right leg for support as you slide your arms under his armpits, and with all your strength, you heave him. He’s too close you can smell the notes of sandalwood and vetiver gliding on his neck, but this is not the right moment for your knees to go weak. You clear your throat. “Put your arms around me.”

Levi hesitates for a second, afraid that his heart being too close to your chest, will give him away. He clings to you, and you slowly lower him to the ground. The grass blades prick his ass as he shuffles for a comfortable position.

Then you plonk next to him, one knee bent, and the other leg stretched, your hands flat on the cloth supporting your back. “You ok?”

He nods, and his lips curve in a half smile. “You’re pretty good at it.”

“Right after the war I volunteered at the hospital. They were short staff and desperate for any help. Since I can’t give an injection, my job was moving people around.”

“And then you opened the flower shop.”

“Yes and no,” you wistfully say. “The flower shop has been in the family for three generations, not the same one though. The city where I was born and raised burned to ashes. I couldn’t save them.” You look down, fiddling with the hem, tears swelling in your eyes. “I took everything I could from the safe box, moved here and re set my life about four months ago.” You sniff and meet his eyes again. “That’s the short story of my life. What about you? What is it like? The place you come from.”

And Levi talks unrestraint. He talks about his mother and Kenny, Farlan, Isabel, The Survey Corps, Erwin, Hange, the expeditions. You listen intently, interspersing here and there with questions, your hand aching to hold his. How can someone endure so much and survive? Tears prick in your eyes as you swallow the lump in your throat, and you can’t throttle the urge to hug him. You swoop on him, tears streaming down your face pampering the cotton weave of his shirt, and Levi melts, he melts in the warmth of your palliative embrace as your tears embody the amalgam of suffering he stored for years. The vanilla essence of your hair swaddles him like a veil. Levi closes his eyes and mutters, “Thank you.” Suddenly feeling that boulder cracking. “Thank you.” He strokes your back.

It’s alright.

“Do you fancy ice cream?” He asks as you pull away. You brush the tears away and nod. a winsome smile tilts the corners of your lips.

“I go get them. Which flavor?” You groan to your feet and smooth down your skirt.

“Lemon and vanilla.”

You gape, then a smile creases the corners of your eyes. “Isn’t it the best combination? Wait here, don’t move.” You warn with a finger and scuffle to the stalls.

With a smashed leg he wouldn’t drag himself past the tree bark.

He tears up tufts of grass and tosses them into the breeze. Live is too long to live it alone.

Your knees bump on the fabric and Levi takes his cone from your hand, licking the sides where the faint yellow was already bleeding.

And then you bite off the bottom and suck the melting cream. Levi eyes you, crimping his eyebrows.

“Please don’t look at me like that.” A chortle is caught in a cough as you plug the cone with a finger. Smiling, you sweep the tongue over your lips. “I know, it’s a bad habit.” And Levi tries your method too, regretting it immediately. It’s a messier way and he’s compelled to eat it all right away before the stickiness sprints down his hand.

“Shit!”

“It takes years of practice.” You quip and fumble in your bag for the wipies box. The last bite disappears in your mouth. You tear a dampened tissue and motion for his hands. The lamps buzz to life as the sun dips behind the buildings, sucking the color of the day. Levi watches as you swab him, caressing the tiny scars of old lame wounds. Your thumbs are soft like a rose petal on the flesh that’s only been exposed to the thorns. You toss the tissue away to later pick and dispose, but your hands don’t want to untangle from his.

This is not an infatuation; whatever it is, this feeling weaves slowly, steady, and solidly. Your mellow gaze traps his, magnets and metal, and the sounds around glazes to a silence. Your fingers reach for his face, skim those marks, trace the lines of his nose bridge and the arches of his brows. “I like you, Levi. I like you, like you. I wait every Friday for you to walk into my store.” The breath of your words graze his imploring lips.

His self-control hangs by a thread, and the look in your eyes deliberately pulls at the edges of it, fraying the strands.

“Y/N.” Your name comes out as both plea and warning as he leans closer, one hand finding its way to your waist. You move closer, though not close enough, and sweep the tip of your tongue over your lower lip. Your hands ambling along his neck, his shoulders and chest, his muscles quivering under your touch.

The evening is enlivened by the swirling and purling notes of the saxophone.

Your breath the same air. Your lips part slightly to coalesce with his.

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