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iknowitwontwork · 8 months

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head empty no thoughts just

#just thinking abt this scene makes me wanna laugh and sob at the same time #they found their happily ever after!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#just-them😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #holly black #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan

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starrynightsxo · 3 months

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Sorry I didn't reply, I was too busy reciting Cardan's unsent letters to Jude off the top of my head, chanting them like a daily mantra.

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thejudeduarte · 21 days

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How do book boys (shout out to the writers) come up with the most romantic things to say ever??😭 I NEED TO KNOWWW!! They'll just randomly say the most heart aching, gut wrenching, tear shedding poetic shit ever ON. THE. SPOT. Please reveal your secrets

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clockworkbee · 1 year

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Cardan really just did, said, lost and risked something and ended up begging Jude in his serpent form “choose something, babe, I got nothing / unless, you're choosing me”

#im gonna die thinking about them #*sobs hysterically*#jurdan #you're losing me #the wicked king #queen of nothing #twk #qon #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #tfota #holly black #taylor swift #midnights as jude and cardan’s version #tfota + lyrics

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marsneedstherapy · 1 year

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CHLOE GONG TAKE MY MONEY

#chloe gong #these violent delights #roma montagov #juliette cai #romajuliette #love letters make me wanna sob #i need it now #please chloe ur gonna reck me again #these violent delights paperback #our violent ends #foul lady fortune #romajuliette in their Jurdan era of undelivered letters #sobbing

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viivdle · 4 months

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on today's episode of "taylor swift is SO jurdan coded" is "evermore feat. bon iver"

in my opinion, a lot of the songs can interpreted from both jude's and cardan's side and this one is a great example of it

"Gray November

I've been down since July" could very well be jude's exile - jude would be down because she was exiled (obviously), but we know cardan was extremely down too since he thought jude didn't want to return his letters

"Motion Capture

Put me in a bad light" - jude was put in an extremely bad light when cardan exiled her in front of everyone

"I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone

Trying to find the one where I went wrong" is one of the parts i think are fitting for both - jude has been raised as a mortal in elfhame, always having to watch what she's doing and make sure she's doing it correctly, i'm more than sure she'd overthink every single thing to find where she went wrong. on the other side, cardan has been raised as an unwanted princeling born under a bad prophecy, it clouded his whole being. for cardan's side i imagine both him as a child, trying to figure out what he did for everyone to ignore and hate him, and also him in the time between twk and tqon, trying to figure out why jude wasn't coming back despite his letters.

"Writing letters

Addressed to the fire" - i think this one is very self explanatory on cardan's side, but i think it can also be used as a metaphor for jude's efforts to fit in and prove her strength to everyone (ex: madoc) that she knows won't change anything anyway because she's mortal first, and everything she achieves is tarnished by that

"Staring out an open window

Catching my death" - this one isn't really something i can explain, i just imagine jude in vivi's apartment during the exile

"And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for

Evermore" again, fitting for both in a way - for both jude and cardan, they lived with something that shadowed everything they did. for jude, it was her mortality. for cardan, the prophecy. both of those caused pain (that they dealt with in very different yet similar ways, but not getting into that now) that they knew wouldn't go away. the second example, also fitting for both, is during the exile. jude was obviously homesick. despite the circumstances, elfhame did become her home and she was banished from it. on the other side, i imagine jude was the first person to make cardan feel at home, so in a way he banished himself from home by exiling her.

"Hey December

Guess I'm feeling unmoored" - again, exile (trying to speed this along)

"Can't remember

What I used to fight for" jude - through and through, it's her. she worked her way to not only being a spy and seneschal, but the actual QUEEN. and for what? to be exiled hours later? everything she touched and fought for turned into ashes.

"I rewind the tape, but all it does is pause

On the very moment I was lost" again, both - i could bring up the prologue of tcp, but i'm not doing that to myself. i think for cardan the most accurate moment was when jude tricked him and oak placed the crown on his head, those lyrics just FIT!! for jude the most important ones would of course be when she almost died but also when he saw cardan laughing with the folk.

"Sending signals

To be double crossed" - cardan. exile. letters. all i'm gonna say.

"Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death" jude - i have to say it. jude when she almost died. you know the one i mean.

"Oh, can we just get a pause?" - i wish they would've gotten SO. MANY. PAUSES. this obviously applies to both. especially when cardan lost his family (it hit him more than he wanted to, i don't care) and, i'm sorry, when cardan turned into the serpent. i can see jude standing in front of him before she kills him so vividly when i hear this

"Cannot think of all the cost

And the things that will be lost" - i wish the two of them knew what was coming for them i'm sobbing

"I'm on waves, out being tossed" - pun intended

"And when I was shipwrecked

I thought of you" both fit - the amazing thing with jude and cardan is that no matter who was actually in danger, the other suffered too. when jude was held by the undersea, cardan went berserk. the time during jude's captive fits for many reasons (there was a pun intended by picking it). it also suits cardan when his family was BEING SLAUGHTERED AND HE SAW JUDE.

"In the cracks of light

I dreamed of you" again - both. i like to think of this as a metaphor, the cracks of light are the parts of cardan that were conscious when he was the serpent, not knowing anything but jude. and jude herself admitted that she dreamed of cardan, so i'm taking that one literally even thought there were no cracks of light during her exile

thanks for coming to my VERY long ted talk

"But I swear

You were there" cardan - again what i said above. he knew nothing, not even himself, but he knew jude.

#i doubt anyone actually read this #i kept it short near the end #i underestimated how much i was going to write #i apologise greatly #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #tfota #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #taylor swift #evermore #evermore feat bon iver #taylor swift evermore

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lidiasloca · 1 year

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Jude's birthday party (jurdan fic)

Post QON

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“I thought you told me you understood.” Jude says, which leaves me silent because, unfortunately, I can’t lie.

I told her I understood that she always celebrates her birthday with her twin and that she didn’t want to change that, since it wouldn’t be fair for Taryn.

However, what I don’t understand is why she can’t see that she is now the high queen, and because of that reason she ought to have her own party.

“I- I did” I say, looking down like a little kid. “I was just saying that she can celebrate it the next day.”

She doesn’t seem to take that well because she stares at me with that crazy-look of hers.

“Cardan” Jude responds, separating every vowel. “You won’t tell her that because she’ll agree with you, and she’ll feel bad and blah blah blah. You know how she is.”

I sigh. It’s not that I want to do this to Taryn because I’d enjoy messing with her. The thing is that I want for Jude to have a proper revel in her honor, the queen’s honor.

I see her furiously moving around our chamber, taking clothes and tidying everything, it makes me chuckle.

“What?” She asks when she hears me. “It’s not funny that you are so messy.” Little lying thing she is.

She is the messy one, and actually, these clothes she’s holding right now are hers. I won’t tell her that, though, she’s already too fuming to add any more wood.

She keeps moving around the room. “Judie,” I come closer to her from behind and take her hands, dropping the clothes she’s holding on the floor.

“Don’t call me that.” She hisses, while I can’t suppress a smirk.

“If you want to share your birthday party with her tomorrow, then so be it. It’s your call.” I kiss her cheek, hugging her from behind. “But don’t expect me to share my present for you with her.” She turns to me, grinning now, and hides her face on the crook of my neck.

“What’s your present?” I can feel her lips move as she speaks on my neck.

“I won’t tell you, wife, you know that.” I’ve been secretly planning her presents for months now, and it’s been hard because she’s all too curious about it, bombarding me with questions every time I mention the day.

“Agh. I want to know.” She sobs exaggeratedly as she moves out of our embrace to stare at me. “If…” She says, smirking playfully. “you tell me about the present, I’ll let you do the revel thing you want to do.” She’s so bad and manipulative, that I can’t help but feel butterflies.

“You mean celebrating only your birthday. Exclude Taryn. You mean that?” She nods with no apparent guilt. “You mean doing what I have begged you to let me do for months? You mean doing what used to get you mad all the time when I brought it up?” I’m trying to maintain a serious tone now, but it is hard when she keeps nodding with that mischievous smile on. “Only because you do not wish to wait a day to know what your presents are?”

Suddenly Jude’s lips part in surprise to next become, once again, a smile. “What?” I ask confused. “Presents? You said presents. In plural.”

She misses nothing. “You are-” -Really annoying- I want to say, but again, I can’t lie.

“I’m what?” She laughs, coming closer again to wrap her arms around my waist.

“Well, now that I’ve told you about my present, you’ll let me do your party my way, won’t you?” I ask, my lips on her hair.

“Mmm… I don’t think the treaty was ever settled. Plus, it wasn't intentional to tell me. It wouldn’t be fair.”

I can’t see it, but I’d bet my kingdom she is right now smirking, thinking of me foolish.

-Characters by Holly Black

#jurdan #jude and cardan #jurdan headcanon #the folk of the air #thefolkoftheair #jurdan canon #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude and cardan headcanon #i miss jude and cardan #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #cardan x jude #jurdan fic #jude and cardan fic #jurdan fanfic #the cruel prince

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wanderingpages · 1 year

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Hey Peach, I’m going feral for this Jurdan idea and you’re the only TFOA blog I follow anymore. So, set when Jude is still high key just in it for the power and after they’ve started getting intimate. Jude kills her dad, or someone else does in front of her and she’s playing it off like this is a win bc he was trying to get the throne ergo against her. And she and Cardan walk back to his chambers and he’s trying to gauge how she’s doing bc she puts up a good front but that man raised her. She asks for sex (rough) and he goes along w it and they start making out and she just…. Slowly breaks down and starts sobbing and Cardan holds her and they just cuddle and she actually talks about her feelings and problems and then it’s sappy hurt comfort.

Thank you for your time, just had to get that out. Hope the kiddo is growing up nicely!

∞

A victory, Jude thinks to herself, though her hands shake and tremble when she slides the sword out of his chest. She feels dizzy, as every bone and organ scrape against the blade of Nightfell. She’s done it. He’d be proud of her, that she’s bested him. Of course he would – that is, after all, how he’s trained her.

Blood rushes in her ear and unable to help herself, her knees fall to the ground, beside him. She hesitates then closes Madoc’s eyes, seeing the stain of blood on her finger tips as she does so. She wonders, almost as if she’s not quite herself – as if she’s looking in on the scene from somewhere else – but she wonders if it would be fitting to dip his hood in the blood she’s spilled. There’s a thickness in her throat, Jude can’t quite swallow properly; it tightens and constricts at her rib. She wishes she was a little more human at the moment. Maybe then she’d know what prayer to say to send his soul off. I’m happy, she tells herself, forcing a smile. Safe.

But then, why do her tears feel heavy when they land on his chest?

She doesn’t really know how or when the calvary came, who had helped her up and declared her righteous in battle, who’d led her back to the palace and bathed her. Who’d scrubbed off the remainder of her father’s blood from her skin, and dressed her in finery. Doesn’t pay attention to the speech being made in her honor, doesn’t look to the remainder of her family, mourning his death. She nods and smile when she thinks it’s the right moment, raises her chalice and repeats whatever cheer has been said. She eats her food, but hardly tastes her meal.

When it’s over, Cardan is beside, her leading her to her room. She gives him a smile when he turns her to face him. The door is locked behind him and he tells her it’s only the two of them. “Are you okay?”

“Of course, I am,” Jude responds, “I’m splendid,” She doesn’t think she’s ever used that word before, because it feels so foreign. She thinks, perhaps, she hadn’t fully returned to her body since watching her father fall. She places a hand to Cardan’s neck. His pulse beats just fine, “Just absolutely fine,” she reaches up and kisses him, tasting the salt of her own tears on his lips before she’s even aware they had fallen. He holds her steady, pulling away in concern.

“Jude…” he manages to thumb at the corner of an eye before she turns her face from him.

“It’s a victory,” she can’t help but repeat, what must seem like the umpteenth time. She starts at the bobbles in her hair, sitting in front of the mirror. Her vision seems blury and her fingers get caught in the jewels. She sniffs, annoyed, but gentle hands are easing her digits away, taking out the rest of the adorning gold and pearls and gems. “Thanks,” she murmurs, watching him through the mirror, more than herself. She knows, she’d be unpleased to see the reflection of her red tinted eyes and swollen face. She doesn’t remember crying profusely at all, but why are all the symptoms there? She tests a smile, and if it hurts, she thinks she’s masked it pretty well. “Aren’t you happy?”

Cardan goes to the buttons that line the back of her gown, nimble fingers undoing them with ease. “I am happy you’re alive,” he tells her.

Jude rises, turning to face him, he pushes the dress down her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. He runs his eyes over her and Jude frowns when she’s realizes it’s not because she’s something pleasing to look at, but because he’s searching her for bruises and scrapes.

She yanks him by his head, forcing their lips to touch. Cardan lets out a startled noise, but rests his hands against her ribs, holding her steady as he mends his lips with hers, submits to her will, despite the taste of blood from the wound she’d inherently inflicted.

She’s managed to get him in bed, managed to rid of any remaining clothes, managed to get him behind her and inside of her, no foreplay or teasing, just, “Please, I want you –” I need you, she thinks.

“Jude…” Cardan’s hand had skimmed her body down to her mound, playing with the sensitive skin between her legs and he’d been so beautiful when she’d look back at him, with her back pressed to his chest, and Jude thought she didn’t deserve his tender look at all.

“No,” she had murmured, tugging at his hand, forcing it over her chest instead “Cardan, please…” When he’d given in, sinking his teeth in the crook of her neck as he fitted inside of her, Jude still wasn’t quite pleased. “Harder,” she’d whispers, now, digging her nails sharply into his bicep, wishing, hoping, begging that his blood would replace phantom residual from Madoc. “More,” she mumbles even though her eyes begin to sting. Cardan fists her hair, leaning her head against his shoulder, sucking harder at the tender skin until it breaks between his teeth. The iron in her blood is dizzying but she’s begging him, begging him, begging him – “Don’t stop…” between whimpers and mewls.

Cardan grabs hold of her arms, bringing them to cross behind her back, the hold is firm but not unbreakable. She sobs when he slams into her this time, hitting her womb at an angle, bruising the muscles so deliciously. He guides her forward, bending her until her face is pressed to the sheets. Jude lets loose a soft cry, fisting her hands so tightly, nails pierce the skin of her palms. More blood, she deliberates, to coat the grime she still feels.

“Cardan…” She manages, sounding broken. Her toes curl and her stomach tenses. She bites down on the linen, as he slows down enough that inch by inch of him is embedded to not just her memories but her flesh too. He pulls all the way out, when the shudders in her body feels utterly unbearable. He turns her over, but she grabs on to him and pulls him close, burying her face into his neck, breathing the mess of his curls, all before he can look at her face and see the worst of her.

“Oh Jude,” he murmurs, “My favorite warrior,” he lets her know, blindly reaching between them to guide himself back inside of her, more tender now, but it aches all the same. She weeps, wrapping her legs around him, gasping in pleasure at every slow thrust.

“Don’t go,” she whispers to him. “Please, don’t leave me,” she begs. He kisses the shell of her ear in promise, holding her slick body against his as they both reach climax and then some.

He still inside of her when he braces his elbow on either side of her head and brushes her hair back. She still pulses, coming down but not fully there yet. Cardan wipes under her eyes, giving her a small reassuring smile, “Let me get you cleaned,” he murmurs, lifting off of her, but she grabs hold of his arm, stilling him.

“Just for a moment,” she tells him quietly, twisting so when he lays back down, they’re both on their sides, facing each other. He fixes them more comfortably, pulling the covers over them as if to keep her secrets safe. They don’t sleep for a long while, don’t move for much longer. Then she begins to speak and Cardan listens intently as Jude walks through her thoughts, her emotions, the schism between how she should feel and what she actually feels. “I don’t think I’m okay,” she finally whispers.

“I know, Jude.” He places a kiss to her cheek, “I know.”

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slightlyrebelliouswriter23 · 4 years

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am i dead or am i dead? (qon spoilers ahead)

cardan: “This is my room. And that’s my wife.”

me:

*literally two lines later*

jude: "Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he’d like to hear me scream.”

cardan: “I would. And perhaps one day I will.”

me:

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cheriil · 2 years

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no thoughts, head empty, just Cardan’s canonical notes to Jude when she was in exile.

#sobbing #theyre so sad and for what?#jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #queen of nothing #holly black #cher rambles #cher talks

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iknowitwontwork · 11 months

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NO BUT GOING BACK TO READ THE PROLOGUE AND KNOWING THE ABSOLUTE EXTENT OF THE NICKNAME ROCKSTAR??? THAT SHIT HURT!!! Jude’s all crying and shocked like “rockstar” and me on my forth reread of that chapter alone is sobbing gasping like “ohhh my goddd rockstar 😭😭😭”

I’m where cardan is helping Orianna decorate and this guy goes I’m scared but also in love lmaoooo I just love being in his head 😭😭😭 it’s so hard to find a good male pov in general and ugh his word live rent free in my head.

Im doing a poor man’s highlight and just writing my favorite lines on some index cards lmao

also also come on vampire cardan is the perfect au bc faes and vampires follow pretty similar rules. Lol but in short there just needs to be more jurdan AUs in general ❤️ also I am so sorry for typing these absolute essays rn but I am just bursting w excitement over rockstar and these dorky virgin sluts 😭😭

NO BCZ IK????? I REREAD THE PROLOGUE AS SOON AS I FINISHED READING THE FIC AND LIKE @wanderingpages PAY FOR MY THERAPY😭😭😭

OMG🥹 AND SAME SAME I LIVE FOR THE CARDAN POVS IN THE FIC OH MY GOD

HELPPP i mean good for u bestie sjsj i should do smth like that too

righttt?? vampires and faes are pretty much parallel lines lol and "but in short there just needs to be more jurdan AUs in general" SO TRUE BESTIE

and oh my god pls don't apologize keep sending thsese asks i love it sm i needed to talk to someone abt this fic too oh my godd i love my dorky virgin sluts sm<3

#asks #rockstar anon

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starrynightsxo · 2 months

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"I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. “And you.” He looks at me, his lips curving in something that’s not quite a smile; it’s more and less than that. “I knew little else, but I always knew you.” And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again."

- Cardan Greenbriar, The Queen of Nothing