#PS i put french in there bc it was just a different language but it doesn't have to be french and we dont need to write anything with it

[miinatozakiii]

oohhh na author speaking Spanish!!!! talking about languages, i forgot to say something about your little ramble about knowing well french and korean! how fucking amazing, na author!!!

besides being an incredible writer, you can speak different languages... i must be lucky to have you as my girlfriend :))

and please, ramble more, i love when you just talk about yourself and the thoughts that you had or are having with your friend :]

it's really cute.

ps: im working on some stuff with jihyo... and mina... maybe ill post, don't know when bc im studying so much, but yeah... spidergirl is going to be a writer!

me putting three years of spanish to work (i’m barely literate)

yesysysya i know many french speaking people and my korean friends taught me hangul and it’s soooo easy i can read it and kinda write i jsut don’t understand LMAO

i’m lucky to have a spider girlfriend!

hmmm what would you like me to ramble about? i’m flattered that you think it’s cute

oooo im looking forward to your works!!!! take your time and don’t overwork yourself!

#spidergirl anon

[detectiveconnor]

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He was on his own, but he was used to it, this way. Technically speaking he was only a prince, but with his mother busy at the war front (they’d conquered three separate districts, just this past month) it was left to Connor to ensure the new mouths to feed that rushed into Stern territory had something to eat; it was his job as Prince Connor to keep the troops organised, keep the castle operational, manage resources… there were rumours of Prince Connor, the silent would-be ghost, man-turned-machine modelled from young into the person that the Queen had needed to justify her campaign of war and greed. Connor was aware of these rumours. He didn’t think much of them. He did not have time. ‘Greed’? He was the one organising supplies to ensure people in the castle had enough to eat. Maybe the slums had less (he’d never been out there, he wouldn’t know), but the influx of people - and it was a large influx - that each new district brang into these walls was difficult enough to deal with: it was the right thing to do to make sure the castle staff were fed and taken care of. It had never occurred to him to think about the world beyond it, except sometimes when the staff at the castle forgot they were in the presence of a Prince, or didn’t notice. They spoke, sometimes, of their families at home. The money they sent back. The reasons they were working there, like loyalty to Amanda was not a possible contributor. They didn’t do her justice, you know. She could be… extreme, but only when it was fair. Connor had not been punished in over three years, now. She was trying to improve people, not make them suffer.

 Still, he had a reputation for lurking, and it seemed one of the newest staffers - what did he do? Connor did not keep track of every new individual; he could not have guessed at the man’s area of work - was either unaware, or uncaring. He was writing a letter, of sorts, in the vast library. Connor had learnt some of the most basic words from the language of the latest district they’d overrun, but it was most common for those districts to learn his language; he could read over Markus’ shoulder the word for father, he thought, somewhere near the top of the page, but that was all. Money to send home, maybe? News to write back? It was rare an entire family would find employment in the castle.

So few people were literate these days. Many of the words this man scrawled on the page were things he did not recognise, because they belonged to a language that was not his, but the man wrote with confidence. “What are you writing?” Connor verbalised it, from where he stood. The man was so engrossed in his work that he wouldn’t have noticed him there. And then - when the man’s eyes snapped up - Connor realised the language barrier might go both ways. “Ec….” oh, the word - “tu écris?”

#concept: markus employed at castle doing... something idk nursing? portraiture? he could be hired bc he could keep people calm honestly #but carl is not hired so markus goes back and forth between the castle and the slums probably and it's pretty horrific #and connor doesn't know this bc he has never gone back and forth before. markus can take him on a trip sometime. it will suck (for connor) #anyway. they meet because connor wants to be able to read the writing and they teach each other the language slowly but surely #before markus knows that he's a Prince and before Connor knows that Markus is...... some form of noble from the neighbouring district #or at least WAS some form of noble before they conquered & stole it out from under them #but hey he works to keep their language alive and as stuck-up as he is he IS asking curious questions abt their culture etc #anyway this is the AU i have in my head. they become friends by a series of fortunate events. they teach each other each other's language. #PS i put french in there bc it was just a different language but it doesn't have to be french and we dont need to write anything with it #tbh it was just a place holder to get the idea of what he's doing across. he's very poorly asking what markus is writing #with his best guess at the language #child abuse mention tw #ic #jericholeader #LATE NIGHT STAYING UP TRADING WORDS and having really halting conversations in each other's language #the first time connor or markus is able to crack a joke in the other's language and they have to double- and triple-check it was on purpose #before laughing #this meme was so much fun. i am happy to write in this au becca but i won't make you i realise i just made it all up in my head #without consulting. but i am enjoying the visuals of it