#jurdan
Jude: Have you had dinner?
Cardan: Of course!
Cardan: I had a salad
Cardan: A fruit salad, actually
Cardan: With a lot of grapes
Cardan:….just grapes
Cardan: Fermented grapes
Jude:….
Caradn:…
Caradn: Wine. I had wine for dinner
I’m just trying to help, and sometimes when I’m being helpful I’m also really bitchy.
~Jude Duarte
Jude: would you stop being so proud?
Cardan: I’m proud?! You didn’t even take my last name when we got married!
Jude: I use it for official things.
Cardan: letting me call you Mrs.Greenbriar in the bedroom isn’t official.
Jude: it’s officially hot
The Music of Monsters
Batten Down the Hatches
Read it on AO3!
Part I | Part II
Word Count: 4,159
Content Warning: description of non-consensual kiss, descriptions of blood and bodies
Listen while you read!
Jude rolled the limp siren’s body off of her own, his weight hitting the rough deck with a single, solid thump. She swiped a hand across her mouth.
Giving it a sharp twist, she yanked the dirk free from between the siren’s ribs. Then, for good measure, she kicked him in the side once, twice. He laid limp on the deck, unmoving, blue blood pooling into a sickly puddle beneath him.
The Music of Monsters
Give No Quarter
Read it on AO3!
Part I | Part II
Word Count: 2,715
Content Warning: description of non-consensual kiss
Jude Duarte sat in the plush velvet armchair, twirling a knife into the delicately carved wood arm. She shifted her grip loosely, carving a small J into the arm stump. The scrolls of the chair were elaborately carved, likely by hand, and looked imported. The plush velvet lining the bottom was clean, and the chair behind the desk did nothing to vanish any curiosity about the wealth they must have. A man walked in a moment later, tossing his blonde hair out of his eyes and perching on the arm of the chair behind the desk between them. Maps littered its surface, the swirling oak gall ink depicting great sea serpents twisting off the page.
He cleared his throat, glancing at the knife she had resumed twirling into the armrest. “So. settled, then?” She could smell the coffee on his breath from where he sat, the deep purple pigment under his eyes not so easily hidden.
Jude and Cardan
Jude and Cardan
“If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse” - Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
Jude and Cardan “sharing” royal duties
I had fun coloring the outfits and referencing Art Nouveau designs for Jude’s dress. Unfortunately I didn’t find anything suffice for Cardan so I turned to iridescent fabrics instead
Jurdan WIP
Cardan: *panicking* Jude! You’re bleeding!
Jude: *completely calm* Don’t worry, it’s not my blood.
Jude and Cardan
The entire Jurdan ship is just what if “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss/mansplain, man whore, manipulate” was the basic concept for a relationship dynamic and y'know what I can’t even be mad about it
Cardan: I have a problem.
Jude: Kill it.
Cardan: Can you chill for like, two seconds?
No. No she can’t.
And that’s how you summon Jurdan shippers.
a year after previous jurdan fanart (see it there!) i did another one 3:) and it took me forever for sure much longer than it should have
Folk(lore) of the Air - Cruel Prince/Exile combo because it fits so perfectly!!