I think that fandom glosses over how fucked up the Alexandrites are: In Doctor Sex, Pal jokes about Cam being stolen away to the Alexandrites--but Cam is a CHILD here. IDK, the Alexandrites are straight out of the Handmaid's Tale, and it's just another example of how the Empire both enables and commits sexual violence against people
YUPPP. we've talked about this so much in the discord server because it really is so wild. it certainly doesn't seem like non-necromancers on the sixth choose which soldier division (hot and competent, hot and incompetent, ugly and competent) they're pulled into, meaning they're being judged on their physical abilities and attractiveness, which is both beyond fucked up and imo def plays into the cavalier-as-female gender binary analysis. and it also seems like non-necromancers don't have a ton of options (in any house) if they don't train to join the cohort — non-necromancers cannot rule, and how high they can ascend in house society seems limited. i might be mistaken, but it certainly seemed like all the scientists in doctor sex were adepts considering their psychometric abilities, and camilla says that if she weren't pal's cavalier she would have gone into data entry. which, once again: one section of society is categorically barred from even taking the tests that would allow them to rule/gain significant political say, based on a seemingly immutable characteristic? rings a bell...
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somewhere in the lock universe: aot
— we have a personal factory in our house.
eren jaeger x female reader
gone are the days where the walls reflect childish laughter and shenanigans. ezra already graduated college and started applying for masters, aran is nearing his own graduaton, and caspian is officially a sophomore in university. ezra has a place he can call his own, a studio apartment near his chosen university (though he still comes home if the weekend is empty of any workload) while the other two are still residents of their quaint, chaotic home). the kids are all grown up and you have all the time with eren. your husband has been thinking of going on a trip twice a month to truly get away from things. with the children older than they were, it requires more get-togethers for the extended family to remind them that family is the one thing a person doesn't lose.
it's one of those get-togethers after a thorough re-decorating in the jaeger household that caspian first thinks of throwing his little cousin to the newly-installed pool in their backyard.
"i never knew you guys have this many medals and awards here," mikasa notes while staring at the entire wall of glinting golds and silvers just for your three children. "where did you get all of these?"
"i did a little cleaning here and there," you answer.
"more like had a rampage," eren snorts.
you glare at him. he chuckles and plants a kiss on your forehead to erase the furrowed look.
"are you like a factory of medals or something?" sasha exclaims, jaw slackening at the display. "i know you have little geniuses but this," she gestures at the wall, "is madness! the most i got as a kid was a ribbon for being the most resourceful!"
"well," eren gloats.
"shut up, eren." mikasa rolls her eyes. "don't even make me list your awards."
"i got a trophy for every sport i play!"
"that's not academic achievement."
"woah! that's a lot of shiny things."
marigold, mikasa and sasha's daughter, tilts her head to assess the medals. the space at the far left probably has the most awards, the graduation portrait at the top showcasing a charming smile that is basically the male version of you. marigold remembers asking for her big cousin, ezra, for any help with homework. next to his space is aran's, his portrait that of a high school graduation, which will be replaced in a few months with his university one. aran is the definition of someone who has it easy. studying is easy for him, even the exams he take; one would say he's a genius at this point. and then, the last space confuses marigold. if there's an abundance of shiny circles below the other two, there's only a handful underneath caspian's. instead, there are three trophies that he received for being the mvp of the many sports he played and a couple of medals for winning a tournament. safe to say, caspian is a carbon copy of his father; looks and achievements and all.
marigold stares at the said boy, who grows to be taller than you now. he looks a lot like eren when the man was the same age as him, minus the emo long hair.
caspian is busy tapping something on his phone when he feels the wide-eyed stare boring on his skull. he slowly turns his head, only to find the creepiest little shit calling for him wordlessly. marigold is an adorable kid, yes, and caspian loves her, but when she does that thing ... caspian is convinced she's going to dethrone anabelle the creepy doll.
"what?" he asks.
the little girl blinks.
caspian looks around for the adults before knitting his eyebrows at her. "what is it, goldie?"
"how come you have the least medals on here?" she points at the wall.
ezra chokes on his soda, aran's jaw drops, helene gasps, and every adult in the house stops talking to each other.
caspian blinks at the sudden question. he puts down his phone on his lap.
"we ran out of gold."
ezra snorts and his chuckles become full-blown laughter at his baby brother's dry response. even aran bites his lip to prevent himself from laughing.
"now, did that answer your question? yes? okay." and just like that, he goes back to tapping on his phone, cheering lightly when his character didn't die while being in idle motion.
"don't plot anything, cassie," aran teases.
"i'm not."
"i bet he's thinking of throwing her in the pool," ezra snickers.
"..."
it's silent for one minute until, "goldie, let's go for a swim."
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