#tcp headcanons

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

Jude: I don’t need therapy. I just need to stab something.

Cardan: Wait, no. That's not—

Madoc: [nodding proudly] Finally, a healthy coping mechanism.

[kaisdarling]

vivi duarte headcanons for funsies

she’s a lot more aggressive vocal in online spaces

she has punched a homophobe before and REFUSES to tell jude we all know she can and will add fuel to the fire

definitely a tumblr girlie, she runs a secret shitpost account that you’ll see on your dash from time to time

her love language is gifts/acts of service

mitski enjoyer, and conan gray and chappell roan AND-

she’s not an actual blonde she dyes it and keeps the roots dark (like janis sarkisian iykyk)

started binging minecraft let’s plays with heather after oak told her about it

absolutely hates being called by her full name is this cannon i don’t remember

[astutetwilight]

I hate how everyone is always like "Omg Cardan fell first, Jude fell harder" or something like that because it's literally:

Cardan: fell first, fell harder, fell hardest tumbling down the staircase of the tower of forgetting since the beginning of time

Jude, standing peacefully at the top stair: you okay?

Cardan's echoing voice, around fifty floors below: yes why wouldn't I be?

[po1sonous-l0ve]

More Jurdan Headcannons

•Just to cement Jude's claim, she is the one that sits on the throne and Cardan either sits on the armrest, stands behind her or sits on the floor at her feet.

•When Jude can't be bothered to get laced up in dresses, she just wears one of Cardan's poofy shirts with long boots and a corset.

•Cardan uses her knives to do his eyeliner.

•He also does Jude's makeup.

•After a makeout session, Jude takes great care to cover anything up but Cardan just walks out as he is: hair ruffled, hickeys out, cheeks pink. Jude is mortified.

•Cardan hires a group of handmaidens for Jude, but the twist is they are all trained warriors.

•He just wants to keep her safe.

•Jude almost always wears trousers, and when she has to wear dresses they're always hella flouncy to hide weapons.

•Cardan always dresses like he walked out of Fifth Avenue, NYC

[judesidepiece]

Jurdan after having kids

Jude: *Sees Cardan nodding at something Lady Asha is telling him while holding Jurdan baby* Jude, to the audience: Whenever Lady Asha tries to give Cardan parenting advice, he just does the opposite. It has worked out pretty well so far.

[thejudeduarte]

tfota christmas headcanons 🎀⭐☃️

Oak loves elf on the shelf's and totally believed they were real for a long time

Cardan loves christmas movies and begs Jude to watch them with him every year

Cardan has a worrying addiction to gingerbread

Every year they have a gingerbread house making competition. Heather wins every time, of course

Oak hand made cards for everyone when he was small

Vivi and Taryn made Jude go Christmas caroling once. Never again

The court of shadows decorated their base

Cardan always makes sure Jude is wrapped up warm when they go outside in the cold

They had a super competitive snowball fight on their first christmas together. Jude was really salty that she didn't win (the others teamed up to get her out)

Cardan gets fascinated by the Christmas lights on around town and the neighborhood

[forsaken-headcanons]

Noob liked homestuck pre-forsaken

-TCP anon

i can never escape the homestuck.

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the folk of the air masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ jude duarte, cardan greenbriar, locke, nicasia, valerian, dain greenbriar, the ghost, the roach, the bomb, liriope

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jude duarte. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cardan greenbriar. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ locke. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nicasia. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valerian. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dain greenbriar. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the ghost. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the roach. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the bomb. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ liriope. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[brackenferns]

idk if holly has ever addressed the folk's origins but i have spent an unnecessary amount of time thinking about it and have decided they're immigrants

[victorposting]

the high court of elfhame truly is a League of Legends

[aprinceinwhite]

Sometimes you gotta encourage your own hyperfixations

So TCP fandom 👀 would do we think about Lion!Cardan Greenbriar? I feel like his description means he has an almost lion’s tail, sooooo

(Will draw when I have time but hear me out)

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

The Great Prank Wars

— A Jude & Cardan Headcanon

It starts innocently enough— as most things do.

Jude wakes up to find her sword replaced with a bedazzled replica with a pink handle, and covered in glittering rhinestones.

And she's not pleased.

Cardan denies all involvement. (Of course, he does.)

And then he offers to duel with her with it.

Jude is angry for all of five seconds before she realises she can do much better. (Or much worse— depending on perspective.)

She glamors his royal wardrobe so that everything looks like ridiculous, mortal clothes to other people.

Which means—

Which means the high king of elfhame attends his court in joggers with 'SPANK ME' written across the back.

It takes him a while to notice.

The court is scandalized.

But he's too much of a professional in masking his feelings to give his wife the satisfaction of a reaction.

So he pretends nothing is out of the ordinary and kinky normal wear is just his court attire of choice for the day.

Instead—

He plans his revenge.

Nicasia is recruited for the very great cause of filling Jude's entire chambers with enchanted fish that sing terrible sea shanties when she's trying to work.

And then it all escalates.

The Bomb and the Roach soon join in as agents of chaos, leaving behind exploding glitter bombs and magically enhanced whoopee cushions during serious council meetings, Taryn fills her twin's writing desk with magically animated spiders that recite Locke’s worst poems, and no-one knows which side of war they're on and who's winning.

(It's Jude, of course.)

Cardan hires an illusionist to project a lifelike hologram of Jude scolding people randomly throughout the palace.

Jude curses all of his wine to taste like grape juice.

(Cardan hates grape juice.)

Cardan charms the royal mirrors to narrate Jude’s every move in a dramatic voiceover.

“Behold! The mighty and fearsome High Queen of Elfhame sharpens her blade. She’s unsurprisingly thinking about murder again, dear listeners.”

Orlagh formally files a diplomatic complaint after she’s hit with a pie catapult.

A faerie noble storms out after his hair turns into snakes mid-speech. (Cardan swears he hasn't meant to hit him. He'd just been in the way.)

Someone finds an enchanted banana in the war council chamber.

No one knows what it does.

Everyone’s too scared to touch it.

Jude charms Cardan’s throne so that it moo’s loudly every time he sits down.

Vivi starts a betting pool.

Heather is morbidly interested.

Eventually, the High Council calls a formal intervention and they’re all forced to sign a magical truce.

Of course, it never really ends.

They just get sneakier.

But years later, when their children find the records of their shenanigans—

well, let's just say Jude regrets everything.

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[kaisdarling]

headcanon that cardan greenbriar has seen mean girls (2004). think about it, we all know that he had an obsession intrest in jude sometime post-canon tcp. he took a surface level dive into mortal media (as seen with his copy of alice in wonderland) can we also assume that he’s somehow watched movies as well?? this man has seen cult classic films. also, in a deleted scene holly wrote that he had a name for his posse (i don’t have screenshots rn trust me it’s there) and didn’t tell anyone. he has most definitely seen mean girls and wanted to akin to the plastics SO BAD.

[astutetwilight]

Jurdan would so be the tiktok trend:

Cardan: pffftt you had a crush on me? That's embarrassinngggg

Jude: we're married.

[murasaki-cha]

Ok I'm going to say it I'll speak my truth

On would absolutely love reading The Folk Of The Air!

If I know my girl and I DO, she would devour those books. Jude would be her favorite character too. And she would love Cardan and the Bomb as her second favorites.

In a universe where she managed to read the books than I guarantee that she would just be beaming and going around all around the room while mumbling "Oh my god no way!" after finishing The Cruel Prince

When she reaches the end of The Wicked King, Cale would hear the most bone chilling, goosebump educing, rage filled "NO!!" ever screeched in the Super Rock villa. He flew to the room using SoW and just found On hitting the book with a pillow.

After she finishes The Queen of Nothing, On is caught staring out of a window longingly while hugging the book. She hasn't moved for 50 minutes now. Hong and Raon are getting concerned.

Ohn was found sobbing on a pillow halfway through How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

She read The Stolen Heir duology in two days. Did not sleep a wink. Choi Han happened to pass by her at 3 am once and was genuinely terrified for the first time in his life by the intense look on On's face lit up by the night lamp.

I just absolutely know she would love these books with all her heart!

[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Jurdan Headcanon (Jude Duarte and Cardan Greenbriar)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33061942/chapters/168404290

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Previous Chapter (Chapter 8)

Cardan in the Mortal World (Chapter 9)

Cardan’s POV

I have become much accustomed to watching the little creatures trapped in the black box. Marvelous actors, they are. Perhaps I should take some for Elfhame. I’ll need to ask Jude how to extract them from the black box (the Tee-Vee, as they call it). I wouldn’t want to pry the box open and risk hurting the creatures. Great artistry is rare to come by and must be revered.

The most recent act I watched was called ‘The Notebook’. I watched it with Jude and it seemed to inspire great emotion. She laid her head on my shoulder and my shirt was damp from the tears.

Jude’s POV

If this is about the Notebook, I’m sure Cardan is twisting his words to make it seem as if it was me who cried. He’s the one who couldn’t stop crying. His shirt was wet because of his own tears!

Cardan’s POV

‘The Notebook’ however made me realise that I had done little to court Jude. I made her queen of Elfhame but I hadn’t ever taken her to a fair on a date. Being one of the fairfolk, it certainly feels appropriate to take her there. Perhaps the various contraptions are run by pixies.

I attire myself in a loose white shirt and wide brown pants, and walk over to where Jude is practicing her fighting stances in the backyard. I take a few moments to admire her agility and the cruel concentration on her face as she imagines vanquishing her enemies. A shudder passes through me at the sight.

“Cardan, you do realise I can see you hovering?” she says mid-strike.

“I do object to that characterisation, I do not hover. I am lounging,” I reply, as I lean against a tree, making my shirt gape wider.

Jude rolls her eyes, but I see her eyeing my chest with interest.

“My darling god, my cruel commander, my bloodthirsty queen, would you let me accompany you on a date?” I ask, striding over to her with a hand extended.

“A date? Where?” her face scrunches up in confusion and suspicion.

“Of my choosing. You will simply have to trust me,” I smirk tortuously as her eyes narrow and hand tightens on the dagger.

“Fine, when are we going on this date?” she challenges.

“Why, now of course.” I wrap my hand around the wrist not holding the dagger and tug gently.

She puts the dagger to my throat. The look in her eyes makes me want to devour her whole (I can understand what went through my mind when I was a serpent). Or perhaps I want to be devoured whole.

“You’re lucky I like your face,” she says, dragging the knife edge along my jaw, so precise that not a single drop of blood spills. Her prowess with the knife is not unattractive.

“I am lucky you like more than just my face,” I drawl.

She drops the dagger and pulls me forward by my shirt. Her lips claim mine in a ferocious kiss. She pulls away and grins, pleased at leaving me undone.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

***

We enter the fair, after Jude insisted on changing her attire. She looks ravishing no matter what she wears but I must admit, the red floral dress she is wearing seems to be appropriate for the occasion. Others are wearing similar clothing (although none match her beauty).

She has a firm grip on my hand, perhaps afraid I shall wander off and get lost in this mortal maze (I will not admit it aloud, Jude would kill me, but I wander off often just so she will always hold my hand like this).

I see a shop selling the cloud-like ‘Cotton Can-dee’ that I had tried at the mall. I pull Jude towards it (by which of course I mean that she lets me pull her towards it).

“Hi! Welcome to Kandi’s Candyland. Which flavour would you like to try?” The shop-keeper asks. Their hair is pink and curly, not unlike the confection they are selling. It stands out remarkably against her deep brown skin.

“I would like to sample the ‘Strawberry Champagne Cotton Can-dee and my wife would like the,” I say, turning to Jude with an expectant look. I do enjoy calling her my wife.

Jude’s POV

He loves calling me his wife. I can’t say I mind it much myself.

“I’ll have the Lemon Lavender flavour.” I look up to see Cardan looking right at me. Those dark liquid eyes, that smirking mouth. It’s a wonder I don’t devour him whole.

The stall-owner catches onto Cardan’s odd pronunciation of the word ‘cotton candy’. She immediately drops the American accent for a British one.

“Hello, are you British yourself? It takes such restraint not to call it Fairy Floss,” she laments with an eyeroll.

Cardan’s POV

“Fairy...floss? Are you fae yourself? Is this made from your hair?” my eyes grow wide.

She laughs. “Sorry I was mistaken, although that level of sarcasm is not entirely un-British-like.”

She believes I am jesting. So perhaps she did not make this from her hair. Humans’ ability to lie easily and often is utterly uncanny.

Jude laughs. Whether it is at my expense or not, her laugh is the sweetest sound. Sweeter even than this candy-floss.

We walk ahead arm in arm, eating the sweet confection. I get it all around my mouth and Jude can’t stop staring at my pink-tinted lips. I smirk and she attacks.

She licks the remaining sweet from my lips and bites down. I gasp softly.

“What can I say, I like a little sweet myself,” Jude grins victoriously. Oh, my terrifying wife, what a pleasure it is so be yours.

I notice a sport where rings are to be tossed upon bottles to win the dubious prize of the bodies of giant bears (I recollect Heather bemoaning this practice called ‘Taxidermy’). It seems undeniably gory to me, so I tug at Jude, knowing she will enjoy it.

“The ring toss? Let’s see who does better,” Jude’s competitive streak rears forth.

Jude pays the man with leaves glamoured to look like human currency and we are both given 3 rings each.

I lean close to Jude and whisper in her round ear, “Good luck, wife,” and feels her shudder. I am not above trickery to secure my win.

Her first throw misses by a finger while mine lands true.

Jude snarls and throws the second one. The ring not only falls around the bottle, it also shatters it at the strength of Jude’s throw. The shop-keeper looks awed. We seem to be gathering quite a crowd. My second throw falls an arm away from the bottle. My queen’s skill at violence is quite distracting. I swallow hard and focus.

I hear whispers about my pointed ears and speculation that I underwent a surgery. How curious, I am fascinated by Jude’s curved human ears while humans seem fascinated with my pointed ones.

I throw the ring and it lands true. The crowd goes wild. I grin at the cheers. I do so enjoy entertaining audiences. But when I look to my left, I see that Jude has made her throw successfully as well, only she achieved it with a blindfold around her eyes. We share a sweet kiss. I cannot lie, the cheers grow deafening at that. We must make a splendid sight.

Jude pulls back and says, “I’m impressed, I didn’t realise your aim was that good.”

“I have always been good at setting rings in their rightful place,” I drawl with a glance at her ring finger. She follows my gaze and blushes.

We request the shop-keeper to hold onto our colourful bears and make our way forward.

I see a giant wheel carrying people up into the sky.

“Oh my god! Let’s go on the ferris wheel, it’ll be so romantic,” I hear a short woman say to a taller woman.

I would be amiss if I did not take Jude on this most romantic contraption.

“We shall ride the Wheel of Ferris,” I announce.

Jude agrees and after a long wait in line, we board the platform.

We sit next to each other and Jude puts her arm around my waist to pull me close to her. I see how this contraption is designed for romance.

I gaze into her liquid brown eyes as she looks back into mine. I can see the city in my peripheral view but the view I am gazing at is far more exquisite.

“Cardan,” she says.

“Yes, my queen?”

“Kiss me already,” she commands. Being a queen quite suits her.

“Your command is my pleasure,” I reply, leaning forward.

***

Jude’s feet are in my lap on the sofa and I’m massaging them, pressing deeply as she likes it.

“My queen, how was the date I took you on?”

“Hmm, it was quite decent,” Jude agrees. I push her feet from my lap and push her onto the sofa with my body.

“Just decent?” I enquire, smirking down at her flushed face.

Jude latches her ankle around my thigh and turns us over.

“How was it for you?” she questions, eyes gleaming.

“It. Was. Absolutely. Marvellous. To. Show. You. Off.” I reply kissing her neck with every word.

Jude rolls her eyes even as a flush grows down her neck.

“I prefer to hoard you right here, all mine. Only mine,” Jude replies pulling me even closer.

“Yours. I like the sound of that.”

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