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introducing . . . my first BSD oc! tadaa~

honestly, i've always thought BSD is a fandom i will never create oc works for since everything is so well thought-out in canon and to add to that without some olympics level mental gymnastics is gruesome work BUT i recently rewatched the umbrella academy and hence this hybrid ability of allison and kunikida's powers was born ✨️

i also kinda wanted to jump into the bsd universe and annoy the hell out of atsushi and akutagawa (for plot reasons lol) so—

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Everyone on Earth needs to see this. It's vital.

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𑁍 ๋࣭ MODERN EREN JAEGER HEADCANONS !

warnings: a lot of au stuff since this is supposedly world-building for my modern aot au (oc x eren) fic.

𖥨 notes: i'm gonna make modern hcs about most of the main cast of aot so if you're interested, look out for them! idk when (or if ever haha) i'll get to writing the actual fic but this au has been rotting my brain for a while now. might also do a poll for finalizing the main oc's name since i'm a bit conflicted on that too. oh, and these are also all my headcanons so don't try to correlate them with canon, they won't make sense lol ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა till then, my loves <3

،، Eren Jaeger comes from money. Be it Grisha's diplomatic roots that hold back Marley and the freshly minted Republic of Paradis of only two and a half decades from reverting to their hostile wartime exchanges or his flourishing medical practice that was one of the first joint sanctions made by the two countries, the Jaegar name holds weight and turns heads wherever they go.

And if that wasn't enough, his mother, Carla Jaegar has pioneered her own local chain of restaurants after Paradis earned back their freedom at the end of a century long oppressive regime.

Eren's pseudo-stepmother's side of the family are also Paradis royalty but Dina Fritz often feels like a overly detailed illusion (wrapped in a halo and the whole nine yards) rather than actual human being with how little he sees of her. But his childhood memories of her have always been fond—like the first time she took Eren over to stay at her family estate, since he had a phase of never letting Zeke out of his sight for more than two seconds when he was five.

،، Him and Zeke have a weird relationship now, though—it’s not openly hostile, but they're not exactly the best buds either. For one, Zeke is a good ten years older than him and by the time Eren was in elementary school, Zeke was already in college and also acting as an envoy representing the Fritz clan.

Then there is Zeke’s success in Marley’s Major League Baseball scene which earns him national attention. As if their family wasn’t under scrutiny for their history with revolutionaries, it makes maintaining normal interactions without turning them into a public event near-impossible. They only ever see each other on birthdays or holidays, where passive-aggressive jabs turn into a full-blown ethics debate over dinner.

،، Though Eren double-majors in art and political science, he is on a pre-law track. But he’s more invested in activism and community organization than corporate or criminal law. He organizes mutual aid drives and protests but keeps them lowkey. Granted, his surname can get him out of a world of trouble, but he hates using it.

،، Back in high school, Eren was known as the aggressive point guard on the JV basketball team. He had great instincts but ultimately lacked motivation so he refused to continue down the student athlete route. “I’m not gonna rot chasing scouts,” he told his Coach Shadis after his last game as a senior.

He still plays streetball sometimes with Connie and Jean, or if he's got a point to prove to one of the Marleyan exchange students (mostly Reiner but that's on him for feeding into Eren's loud and proud yammering)

،، Eren shares a dorm with Connie, Jean and Marco. Most of them met in freshman orientation and randomly got grouped together by the dorm assignment committee. Actually, Armin was in Connie's room for the first year but he got with Annie in his Geography enthusiasts program at Liberio over the summer. When Annie accompanied him back to Paradis, she ended up boarding at the Arlerts' and Connie moved into the vacancy.

Eren’s room is organized chaos—half-covered canvases, notes on Marxist and Machiavellian theory, and a corkboard that looks like he solves murder mysteries in his downtime. King of procrastination here, so he often paints or studies at night when his insomnia hits which leads to so many hastily finished projects and papers submitted seconds before the deadline.

Most of his work never leaves his dorm, except the one Armin begged him to submit for an on-campus zine. It was a landscape of Wall Maria, the ruins of which act as borders between the Eldian countries. It ended up being sold for a hefty sum to some socialite.

،، That money went towards customizations for his Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R. It's a matte black beauty with slightly worn-out handle grips and a single crimson stripe. It’s fast, loud, and borderline illegal—exactly how he likes it.

This man is a menace on the roads, cutting traffic and pissing off four-wheelers at bypasses but he always entertains the awed kids waving at him and sometimes even sits them on his bike if they catch him at a parking lot or something. On campus, people hear the sound of the bike's akrapovic exhaust before they see him.

،، His style is all comfort with a slight edge—tanks under flannels, oversized hoodies, thin layered chains, and chipped glitter polish all thanks to sleepovers with his best friends (Mikasa always gets the shiniest colours and threatens him and Armin till they let her paint their nails).

Eren owns three pairs of the same baggy jeans and cycles between them religiously. His go-to black leather jacket once belonged to his dad—Grisha got it during med school, and it's so old that the inner lining is barely stitched together in patches but Eren refuses to let it go. His Timberlands are scuffed and permanent.

He also owns a bunch of claw clips and scrunchies which Historia has been gifting him now and then, ever since he started growing out his hair at the tail end of highschool. They get him petty glares from Ymir, and Eren is nothing if not a smug agent of chaos.

،، Despite his jam-packed schedule of at least two social events a week which result in him having too many morning lectures that he just barely makes it to on time, he visits his parents' house every Sunday without complaint because otherwise Carla would have his head (he also misses his folks like hell — his mom way more than his dad, but still).

If his mom happens to be running the kitchen that day, Eren drops by with his friends. They adore Carla (especially Sasha), and good food at a discount paired with watching Eren receive an earful for skipping meals or getting into scuffles is a bonus.

،، Eren and Mikasa have been best friends since first grade. They go on late-night rides, crash house parties, and share playlists. Eren used to be constantly on her ass about her Goth era that somewhat wore off after the start of college, so she returns the favor in kind by pulling his leg about his Edge Lord aesthetic. His “pretend nihilist” era, if you must. But, at the end of the day, they’re each other’s ride-or-die.

،، Eren smokes occasionally—only cigarettes on a bit of the expensive side or hand-rolled joints, especially after finals or existential spirals over cheap booze.

،، He only listens to music on wired headphones (less so for the looks and more because he misplaces his AirPods all the damn time). Some of his faves are Linkin Park, Eagles, Radiohead. Deftones was definitely his descent into nu metal. He's also a dramatic little shit who enjoys Hozier tracks, too. Connie once caught him misty-eyed over Nina Cried Power.

،، Despite everything, Eren’s GPA is suspiciously high. No one knows when he studies—he’s almost always occupied with something. But he aces papers with scathing clarity and eloquence that scares TAs. One overdramatic professor for his English requisite called him “a philosopher with a vendetta,” and he bragged about it the entire day and then some.

Eren’s favorite class is “Post-Colonial Political Thought,” where he constantly picks fights with professors over state violence and propaganda. He quotes Fanon and Audre Lorde like scripture and once got into a heated debate with a visiting lecturer. Sasha filmed it and the clip went mildly viral on leftist TikTok.

،، Eren used to work part-time at a tattoo parlor at the City Mall in Shiganshina, sweeping floors and sketching flash designs for the 'two for one' events hosted there. He was never licensed but occasionally tattoos friends. The first ever tattoo he gave was a slightly wonky chrysanthemum on Armin’s arm during their sophomore year in college. Armin still haggles him to pay for a cover-up.

،، He doesn’t post much on social media, but when he does, it’s either a blurry group photo taken at the McDonalds parking at 1 a.m. or selfies for his friends' birthdays, supporting them in their games and events and whatnot. His account is private and only follows like 50 people—mostly some celebs and a couple news pages.

،، Eren has a deep distrust of authority, especially since the biker community he runs with often get kettled by the Military Police for allegations of staging riots. Since then, he’s been archiving police abuse footage and compiling legal resources for student activists. He keeps a thumb drive on him labeled “JAEGER BOMB.” Jean calls him paranoid, Eren thinks he’s well prepared.

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★ COLLEGE EREN GENERAL HEADCANONS  

.ᐟ General headcanons of Eren as a college boy

.ᐟ ModernEren!

.ᐟ Content warnings none

.ᐟ Word count 1.14k

.ᐟ A/N english it's not my first language so there may be some spelling mistakes. This might be quite long because i tend to rant and it’s also my first work;( 

☆ First off, Eren for sure comes from a rich family. His family from his father’s side comes from generations and generations of inherited wealth with inherited business, companies or associations that add more to the current patrimony of the Jaeger family. Even if he was born with a silver spoon on his mouth, Eren isn’t a petty brat about it. Thanks to his mom's good education and gentle nature, Eren doesn’t like to brag about the money his family has and always uses the money he gets from his parents wisely.

☆ There was a little bit of nepotism involved when he was admitted in college. Since his father is well known and knows a bunch of important people all round the world, Eren’s last name didn’t go unnoticed and even if he didn’t get a very good grade in the Math part in the entrance exam, he got in automatically. But even if he didn’t do great in Math, he nailed everything else in the exam so that’s why nepotism was used but very little.

☆ He shares a room with Jean. The influence of his father had limited use so he didn’t got to choose his roommate and ended up in a room with a guy that seemed to dislike him from the very start. Jean also came from a wealthy family but unlike Eren, Jean seemed to be more spoiled and smug which caused Eren’s dislike towards him, which resulted in Jean disliking Eren for thinking he was better than him. For the first month of sharing the room they were constantly arguing about who made was more messy, who took the other’s stuff, who was taking more space of the room, who took the other’s food from the mini fridge and stuff like that, but after that month, the got to tolerate each other eventually and then they became kind of friends even if they won’t admit it.

☆ Him, Armin and Mikasa are childhood friends so of course they ended up in the same school because their parents are friends and it was bound to happen. Eren and Armin are on the same dorm floor so it’s usual for them to walk out together and meet Mikasa halfway from her dorm building. They are always hanging out together, it's a rare sight to not see the three of them or to see one of them by themselves. Even if they formed a group of friends, they three are stuck like glue and it’s very likely that if the group of friends tears apart, they still will be a trio.

☆ I think that it’s very likely that Eren would either pursue a degree in law, arts or in medical sciences following his father’s steps. Growing up going with his father at work at the hospital he works in, Eren learned a lot of things involving medical terms, basic procedures and the names and how medical instruments worked, and on top of that, he showed an aptitude for handling emergencies and medical crises so medical sciences seems like the perfect degree for him. Since Eren it’s someone that has very strong morals and a very strong sense of justice, law it’s a very asserted degree for him to pursue. I think being a lawyer would be a good choice since Eren has a good ability for talking and thinking fast. And arts, i think Eren could choose arts because it’s something he actually likes but i see him pursuing this degree more as a side career or more like a kind of hobby he wants to master. I feel he’s good with instruments like piano, guitar and violin. He also has a very good voice that he can control very well, so singing it’s an ability of his. I also think he may be good at drawing and painting, he wouldn’t be an ace but he has some talent he could polish and he would become very good at it. Eren really loves all forms of art so pursuing an art degree would be something he does from the heart more than anything.

☆ If Eren doesn't pursue a degree in arts, it’s very likely that he joins a club involving arts like music, painting or even theatre. He’s a very creative person with abilities he’s very interested to polish and to explore the highest potential of them, he would be very devoted to the branch of arts he will choose to pursue and would give his all and literally would pour his heart out in every creation he makes. I think it would also be very likely that he would chose to start a band of his own *wink, wink *

☆ Now, he’s actually intelligent academically speaking but he totally sucks at Math. Eren is a letter’s person and all the subjects like English, History, Languages are very easy to understand and he always gets perfect grades in their exams, projects and presentations. He even tutors Connie and Sasha in those subjects, sometimes in exchange of buying him his lunch or candy from the vending machines. But, Eren it’s a complete airhead in Math and in any subject that has to do with numbers. He can do basic operations like addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and they are right most of the time but equations are another story. He can’t get inside his head how equations work, he always forgets the formulas and obviously always gets the results wrong. It doesn’t matter how much Armin tries to tutor him, Eren never seems to grasp how equations work. And for the record, on one of his Math exams he only got 3 questions right out of the 25 questions that were on the exam.

☆ Lastly, he was very homesick for the first two weeks of his college life. He missed his parents a lot (he missed his mom way more than his dad) and would be constantly texting them and he would spare some of his free time to call his mom just to hear her voice even just for a few minutes. He even cried some days when thing would get too overwhelming and sometimes he even thought of going back home even if he didn’t really was actually considering doing it. His homesickness went away as the days passed and he got used to the new stage of his life, and also thanks to the baked sweets his mom sended to him every week. By the way, his mom sends him baked sweets every week because she used to bake very often for Eren and now she can’t get out of the habit, and also because she misses her baby too much and baking it’s her way of telling Eren how much she loves him even if he’s away from home.

A/N; i think i ranted a lot buy luckily it wasn't so boring;( i loved to write this btw ✨

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— with you, at the end of all things ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x gn!reader

You and the Captain stare at the ghosts of the Survey Corps at Fort Saltra and exchange final goodbyes. You are glad to be with him, at the end of all things. Crossposted on AO3.

CONTENT — AOT spoilers, angst with a happy ending, grief and death, slight canon divergence bc i'm expanding on the scene with the Scouts (wc: 1.4k)

The day titans disappeared from Humanity’s existence, you remember white chrysanthemums blooming across endless fields of green.

It was an odd sight, you thought, following the fight that had ensued. Here you were in Fort Salta, surrounded by charred corpses, hellish landscapes, and dry, barren land. How could such a bright oasis manifest itself among all this chaos, when so much sadness had happened?

But despite this, as the white steam clung upwards in spirals of lavender haze and the faces of the Survey Corps materialized before you, the change was there. There stood the faces of your comrades—shimmering white in the steam—and fields of flowers behind them.

And you remember thinking that maybe, maybe, the flowers had appeared to symbolize all those who perished. Not just the Survey Corps, but all those people who had died needlessly everywhere. Entire civilizations… gone in the wisp of a day.

And so you stared. You stared at the faces of the soldiers who had stood next to you through everything.

The Survey Corps—your family.

It is your first Commander who breaks the silence.

“The both of you, thank you. Thank you for dedicating your hearts to the Survey Corps.” Erwin’s voice is as you last remember—a deep baritone that reminds you of forests, freedom, and dreams. It seeps into your skin like rain fills the soil.

He turns towards the rest, the outline of his skull shimmering.

And the rest of the Scout Regiment comes into view.

With a ragged breath, you slump down next to Levi, inhaling the dry air of gunpowder.

Your eyes burn as you watch all the faces of the soldiers you never quite had enough time to grieve, never knew how to make proud:

Erwin and his knowing expression, eyes warm with pride and gratitude.

Hange and their contagious smile, a sight you had not seen since they became a Commander—you didn’t realize how much you’d missed it until now.

Miche, Nanaba, Moblit—the people you considered to be like brothers and sisters.

Levi’s squad, both old and new.

Furlan and Isabel.

All of them, blurring into view before you, blending between clouds of smoke and destruction.

You want to say something to them, but words fail you.

I’m sorry you all died so soon. I wish I could have saved you. I wish it were all of you, not me, who stood alive now.

But what good will those words do now? They are dead and you are not.

“Thank you for everything,” is what you settle on.

And you aren't alone to feel the weight of their presence.

“Hey guys…” Levi croaks. "You see that? This is what you dedicated your heart to."

Levi’s voice is chokehold with emotions. It may be the single most earth-shattering sound you’ve ever heard.

You turn towards him, watching the way the bandages on his face are soaked in dirt and blood, the way tendrils of black hair cling to his damp forehead. There's fresh scabs that shine like pearls.

It makes your stomach coil, seeing the extent of Levi's suffering.

No, you think, this isn't the full scope of Levi's pain, only the physical proof of it. Levi's suffering started long before today; his life has been marked with grief and pain.

But he’s alive. He’s here with you.

“You’re alright,” you tell him. “You’ll be all right.”

You and Levi are now the last veterans still alive, the last survivor of the friendships forged when all that mattered was reclaiming the Walls for those living inside.

Your shoulders brushes against his, and you want to burst into tears—realizing that him being undoubtedly here means that he isn’t just a specter like everyone else you have loved. That he is here, which means that he is alive, which means you two have each other still.

Levi, I am glad to be with you. Here at the end of all things, you think to yourself, lips trembling.

As if feeling that unwavering bond, Levi’s eye flit towards you—shallows of sapphire and silver gleaming like water. You realize his stare is red rimmed like yours. He slowly raises his uninjured hand towards you, patting your hair tenderly in the way he always did.

Then, he raises a fist over his heart and looks ahead towards the Survey Corps.

You turn back towards them.

Dedicate your hearts.

How many times had you heard Erwin repeat this sentence, how many times had you whispered those words like a gospel, hoping to find some truth at the end of this journey?

“We’re proud of you. So proud of you both,” Erwin says with a wistful smile.

“What will we do now?” you ask, a sob crackling out of you.

Hange shoots you a knowing look. “Continue to explore the world like a Scout, of course!”

“Live your life the way you always dreamed to,” Moblit adds.

“Treat yourself to some goddamn rest,” Miche says.

"And take care of him for us, will you?" Furlan asks, nodding towards Levi. Isabel grins.

“Shit,” you mutter, screwing your eyes shut.

And then, you mirror Levi’s gesture, smacking your bruised fist on your heart.

This is the last time, you think, feeling thick tears glide down your cheeks, blurring your vision. This is goodbye.

And indeed, the ghosts of your friends now bow their heads as they place their salutes over their hearts, thanking you for all that you have done. You study each of them, trying to burn every detail of them in your memory.

Thank you all. We’ll see you again, you think through labored breaths.

Next to you, Levi dips his head down, a ghost of smile on his lips.

And as the steam dissipates and the valleys of Fort Salta come peering through, reality settles in.

For the first time in your life, you don’t know what tomorrow will look like.

Where do you go from here?

You don't think the life of a soldier is what awaits either of you. There’s Levi, who’s wounded all over. He was Humanity’s Strongest all this time, but now, he can no longer be that man. It would be unfair to expect him to remain that.

So maybe after all of that, what Levi really deserves is peace. For someone to look after him the way he looked after Humanity for so long.

“Tell me,” you say, a sort of childish wonder settling across your face as you look up to the sky, fixing the clouds over the horizon where sandy valleys and endless blue meet together, “what do you suppose we do now?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. You glance at him, scared that maybe he sustained an injury after all, and that he’s slowly dying next to you.

But you find that Levi is still there, staring at you with a silvery eye that makes you feel seen.

“I don’t know,” Levi’s answer is rough and tangled with uncertainty, an expression marred with dark shadows. There’s a line of clean skin where a tear paved its way across his dusty cheek. You want to cradle his face between your palms, to cleanse him of the remains of this battle.

Instead, you gently take Levi’s hand between your own, not knowing if after all the injuries he sustained, if he can even feel the pressure of your heated touch. But Levi squeezes your fingers, and you hold back a choke. Alive, he's alive.

“I think… I think now, we must explore this new world,” you murmur. “Now, we must learn to live.”

"Learn to live, huh?" he says softly.

You smile.

The two of you hold on to each other like that for a long time. It is Onyankopon who later finds you watching the scenery, gazing at where the Survey Corps last stood in a field of white flowers and endless green.

Now, pink and violet sunlight overshadow everything else, the start of a new dawn breathing life into this valley of the dead.

And perhaps, just perhaps, it is enough for now.

A tribute to Levi because he's everything to me. This piece was inspired by Lord of the Rings:

"I'm glad to be with you Samwise Gamgee... Here at the end of all things." - Tolkien

— Masterlist

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jason todd for a very generous donor via @dcforgaza! i couldn’t help myself when i heard this audio—instantly knew i had to make an animatic lol

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Taka Sasuke is the only Sasuke who ever existed. He personified FIRE. Destroying everything on its path to reach his goals.

He was Itachi's salvation

He was konoha's destruction

He was the protagonist's obsession

Taka Sasuke was full of passion and life. He was art. He was revolution.