#belzinone

@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. 

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?”

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.”

“Are you here to watch us train?”

// 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

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: abso-freaking-lutely yes

Why Did I Follow Them?: Bel’s bad bitch energy drew me in

Do We Role Play?: yes, sometimes, but we would rp much more if i was less of a lazy piece of garbage >.>

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: forever and always

An AU Idea For Our Muses: au where they have a healthy and happy relationship with their entire family. but jokes aside, beauty and the beast au where Bel is the cursed princess aka Beast and she only has her servant Lucy at her side because her people ran away in fear. Lucy stayed because she remained loyal to the princess and she also wants to break the curse with finding the true love candidate for Bel. Lucy spends years and years with abducting men from various lands, but the spell never broke and moreover, one of the men secretly fell in love with Lucy, but she rejects the man because BEL COMES FIRST and around the same time, a beautiful adventurer lady walks into Bel’s palace and Bel falls in love with her and the adventurer falls in love with Bel and maybe Lucy gets into a relationship with the boi because Bel found true love and the curse broke. and we stan a land ruled by two Queens.

A Song For Our Muses: survivor 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: platonically, yes

What I Think About The Mun: I appreciate you so much, Sal. I remember I messaged you one time when I was on one of my lowest points in the past and I didn’t want to pester my friends with it, and you were so kind and accepting. In my eyes, you radiate nothing else, but pure kindness, beauty and great intelligence. 

Overall Opinion: Years of work has been put into the muse and it shows, the mun is a cinnamon bun with one of the most elegant writing styles and if you are oc friendly and you don’t follow them, i will fight you. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.