#belzinone

[erlenzeisig]

@belzinone @salpphoscribbles

HOW AREN'T THERE MORE TUMBLR POSTS ABOUT THE GIANT AIRSHIP THE AIRLANDER 10 WHY DID I ONLY JUST FIND OUT ABOUT IT

IT LOOKS WORSE AT EVERY ANGLE

NO

[themelleniasisters-a]

belzinone started following you.

"SHIT! Captain's gonna be so pissed at me if I'm late again!” Lilly cursed as she pulled on her uniform and harness. She had slept in, again. “God damn it!” She cursed as she rushed out the door and hurried to the mess hall. She nearly ran into Bel along the way. “Oof! Sorry!”

[huntsman-ash]

“Hot” Coffee (XD)

@belzinone

In the military, routine was everything. It was all set out for you, by men far above your paygrade, and often times overseen by people who didn’t have to follow it. It gave you backing. It gave you strength. 

To know what the day held, for the most part, before you even woke up, was a good feeling. 

Of course the other side of it was if that structure was removed, you tended to find yourself...adrift. And those adrift always end up looking for structure, of some form or another...

And so, here sat the Soldier; or, more accurately, “the Jarhead”, for this specimen of U.S. military industrial complex “meat edition” was formerly of the United States Marine Corps (”Semper Fi! God Bless The Corps!”).  No rifle, no BDU, no plate carrier here. No, just a large jacket bought from a used store in Seattle, a hoodie under it (also purchased in Seattle, though new), and in hand a cup of Starbucks (because when you buy two things in Seattle, you get free Starbucks. You dont know how you got the Starbucks. You just do. And the Jarhead had gotten a taste for it). 

This was not techincally a Starbucks. It sold Starbucks coffee but it also sold other coffees.  And teas.  And various other hot drinks. 

The Jarhead did not mind, much. Coffee was coffee. And this was better than the shit-beans in the Corps...when they HAD coffee, period. 

He sipped at his cup, trying to pick out the subtle notes and the flavor pallet but really just tasting sour bean water. Again, fine by him. It gave him an excuse to keep his eyes up, and looking around. If he looked down, his paranoia kicked in. He was home...but his soul said otherwise.  Fallujia. Still back in “the shit”

He drank some more, hearing the clang of the bell over the door. Someone new coming in.  On instinct he looked over, knowing if he didn’t he’d start getting the shakes and this whole trip would be ruined.  No one of import, at least as far as he could tell. Just a girl with a bag and a-

Oh.  Son of a BITCH. 

So THAT was what she looked like with clothes on...well, casual clothes.  It was her. It had to be.  Annnnddd...there came the shakes. SON OF A BITCH.

[purposevowed]

“Bel?”

Levi’s expression is incredulous as he looks at her. It’s unusual for him, to look so openly shocked.

Raising an eyebrow, he opens his mouth to speak.

“What the hell are you doing?”

@belzinone​ (starter!)

[modernprometheuus]

“Oh!”

As he takes a step backwards, Victor suddenly finds himself stumbling as he collides with someone behind him. His head whips around to face her - and just for a moment, there’s something like fear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright?” he apologises, and the look vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He sounds healthy enough, but... if you were to look at him carefully, you’d notice that looks unwell - sick, almost.

“I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

@belzinone (starter!)

[liberons]

⌜     (     STARTER  CALL     )    ▷▷                         ❛    FT.   BEL   !       @belzinone​​   :

                ❛         𝑖  𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑  . . .           a   few   of  your  supplies .     ❜

[rulerofthesewalls]

At first, she doesn’t notice that she’s no longer alone. But as she suddenly becomes aware of the presence of the woman standing behind her, Krista turns around with a start. She hesistates for a moment... But then she smiles, warmly - though it’s perhaps a little forced. Ymir, who’s normally always by her side, is conspicuously absent.

“Are you here to watch us train?”

@belzinone​ (starter!)

[spiitfyres]

belzinone replied to your post: 

// PFFTTTTTT for real tho, shipping your own ocs together is like, the only way to guarantee anything without having to count on other people’s muse. it’s. good. </3

i’ve just noticed that a lot of people get mocked for it and it’s just like... hey, uh, it’s not cool to make fun of people for doing what makes them comfortable. people are just jerks tbqh.

[piecesofacrow]

//They didn’t send me the meme but I had actually just decided to draw these two on a whim so I’m gonna post it since I spent THREE FUCKING HOURS on it. Here’s a drawing of Israel and @belzinone​

[mcwscollective]

“Can’t sleep?” // claire. can't help the mobster muse ~

@belzinone

For longer than he would have liked, Claire said nothing. His eyes remained lowered to the sheets of their bed; head resting on his hand, supported by an elbow on his knee. That kind of question should have deserved a sarcastic response, but he couldn’t find the energy within himself to come up with something to fit the description.

Instead, half-lidded eyes slowly moved toward where she sat to follow the curvy outline of her body beneath the covers. He could only hope she had been able to find some way to sleep before — whatever it was — had woken her up.

“Did I wake you?” Claire asked, letting his hand drop to pat her softly on the thigh. “Sorry... I was just up thinkin’ ‘bout this work thing.” Real ‘honest’ work — the shit that was recorded in the books and reported for taxes — always had a way with being the more stressful of his professions.

“Lettin’ more people in the business means more people I hafta watch, ya know?” Despite having been through the hiring process countless times before (and even passing that job off to a trusted next in line,) he couldn’t shake the feeling that one of their newcomers weren’t just there for the company picnics.

“Business meaning the one wi’ the ID cards,” he clarified a bit later, leaning into Bel and resting his head against her collar. “Somethin’ tells me we missed a detail this time. I can’t explain it, but I think it’s best ya not come into the office for a bit. You been needin’ a vacation anyways.”

[wingsofintxlligence]

Continued from X

She hated these damn get togethers. They were always the same. A bunch of drunks loudly boasting to each other. She wished she could be back in her lab, working on her experiments but of course Erwin had requested she went. Although it was nice to have Bel there. She had been a pleasant company among these rowdy drunkards and now that Hanji was feeling the effects of the alcohol, she found herself staring at her. If Hanji were to be honest, she had a bit of a crush on the young medic. And well... The alcohol was making her feel pretty damn bold.

“I-I.. Uh,,Shit...” She sighed, taking another gulp from her bottle. “I care about you.. A lot.. More than a friend should.” She said, feeling her face flush.

[themelleniasisters-a]

belzinone liked for a starter.

“ACK! Help!” Rose yelped as the book shelf she had been trying to get something from suddenly toppled onto her, pinning her beneath. 

[huntsman-ash]

Toob

@belzinone

“You know, I really should complain about how you’re using that, and how its not accurate at all to the real world...”

Ash simply watched in awe as his girlfriend destroyed YET ANOTHER LOBBY of 12 year old’s with ungodly accurate 40mm grenade salvos followed by gunship killstreaks and ending with an AC-130. 

“But at this point I really can’t complain too much. I think you’ve raised my win/loss by like five...”

Something exploded and a body flew ragdolling across the screen.

“Hehe. Toob.”

[treidor]

bells ring, the birds sing. The war is over. He had made it, against all odds. There are people surrounding him, some still living some hollowed corpses strewn about the ground. The living work to dispose of their dead, their heads hung like fruit from the trees and in spite of all the carnage life begins to thrive again. This time there were no walls. Was this what freedom truly felt like? In the pit of his stomach there are rocks, weighing down the guilt. He knows he is the one person who deserves to stand here the least. Yet there is a modicum of hope within him that maybe he could find peace now, somehow. He can slip away and carry on.

There is a woman, clad in the Garrison uniform. She is exhausted, staggering to her feet and something clicks in his head, urging him to help her stand. ❛ You fought well. You must’ve to have made it. ❜ It was absent-minded, maybe it was more for himself than her.

/ @belzinone​​  ✗

[freewings-coldsteel]

questions for the mun

🧠 - Is there a headcanon you are especially proud of?

(( Not especially one that I am super proud of, but my favorite is a recent one that I came up with because I was thinking a lot about it. That he does suffer from mental trauma, from when he was child but it was never addressed as there were more important things he needed to focus on, i.e. Survival. 

So he put his entire focus on that, even after Kenny found him. Fight to survive and never show weakness. It’s how he got so strong, but because of this, he never got to properly deal or handle his mothers death or being locked in a room with her dead body for weeks. 

I also believe it’s the reason he is so obsessed with cleanliness. His mother died because she got sick and the place they lived wasn’t exactly the best or possibly the cleanest. It’s a subconscious side effect of being locked in with a dead body for so long.  

In his entire life, I don’t think he properly got to mourn his mother. This can also be proven as, when lost Farlan and Isabel, he seriously lashed out at the Titan. Like SERIOUSLY lashed out. 

Sure there is residual guilt that festered inside him because he trusted them and went off on his own, but I think that he doesn’t know how to properly handle loss. So upon losing people akin to his family caused him to lash out. I mean, it was super over the top lashing out...then, of course, he stood stoic still and sobbed. 

At the end, finding out the Erwin already knew why the were there and cut Levi off from attacking, Levi collapsed and almost went into a catatonic state. If Erwin hadn’t spoken up, I think Levi would have completely given up and zoned out (Flash back to when he lost his mother anyone?). 

I don’t know. I just seriously think he has unresolved issues regarding what happened when he was younger...))

@belzinone​ @rxptured​ @silvcrreaper​

((You all asked the same question so I answered it in this one! XD ))

[nightmare-fantasia]

// came for the ocs, stayed for the aesthetics and top quality shitpostings between the ocs

{hell yeah. if you follow me get ready for TONS of shit posting XD i work 40 hours a week and shit posts provide those sweet laughs.}