#jude duarte for the win

[fantasyfangirling4ever]

Oak: *Murders like seven people*

Jude: :0

Jude: *slowly turns*

Jude: MADOC, how could you do this?!

[darlingod]

Cardan @ Taryn: tell your sister to back out of the tournament

Jude: scared bitch?

Cardan: hey itS NOT FOR MORTALS—

[starrynightsxo]

madoc annoyed that night because he didn't think of the idea to "consume small doses of poison to build tolerance so poisoning one's enemy would leave no room for failure" first

[chaiichait]

Being a TFOTA fan means seeing Jude Bellingham on your feed

[beezpajamas]

since jude is going to go to war for oak and come at suren, does this mean we get to learn more about how becoming high queen affected her mortality and her magic? No doubt Suren isn’t going to feel as scared as she might have because of her magic, but what if Jude has more magic than she did in tqon she doesnt typically show people? And I know mortals age very slowly as long as they remain in faerie but I imagine becoming the actual queen of the land might have different effects

[flueroses]

cardan’s letters to jude in a nutshell

That’s a waste of pap— that’s a waste of grief, begging, love and I quote, “indiscreet promises”

the “I expect you to come back now that everything is settled” letter

lol the “I want you to come back but I don’t want to say it so just come be angry at me closer” letter

The second half part though- 😭. the “just come home I don’t care what you do to me but just COME BAAAACK” letter

Cardan be like: tf does this queen think she is not responding to my letters, AKA the “YOU HAVE NEVER DONE MORE OF A SIN THAN THIS JUDE DUARTE” letter

Also cardan: yeah I’m doing something wrong, how about I address this to The High Queen of Elfhame, ha this will definitely work AKA the most heartfelt, poetic and longest letter

At this point cardan just gave up and started doing what he does best: writing Jude’s name in an angry, passionate and grieving fashion. This is called the, “ I give up you win” letter.

[sunshinelivesforever]

Jude Duarte would win the Hunger Games.

[apotheosphorus]

jude duarte is for the girls that get it. for the hot girlies who stay mad and win. for the girlies who come back stronger

i love how cardan, while an integral part of her story, isnt just her story. hes like quite auxiliary to her ascension of internal empowerment and the narrative in tfota is decidedly centered around her and her autonomy

so anyway we all need a black cat simp enabler boyfriend

[ezziefae]

y’all need to STOP saying that jude is going to die because of her mortality!!!

yea we get it, she’s mortal (human) which makes her different than every one in faerie. But as long as she STAYS in faerie, she will not age to her death. (and jude has 0 interest in the mortal world for her to go back there, her home is faerie) Another advantage that Jude has is that she’s the QUEEN of Elfhame. She can heal from the land were she to get hurt! we already saw an important example of that when (SPOILER FROM QON) Madoc stabbed her and the land saved her. Jude doesn’t easily trust people, and she always has her guard up. She’s not EASY to kill.

C’mon!! this is Jude Duarte we’re talking about! she outlived Valerian and Locke. Beat Grima mog in a duel, murdered Balekin to SAVE Cardan, outsmarted the Court of Teeth, she even went as far as to CHOP the head of the man she loved and adored for a land that DESPISED her! and she would do sooooo much more!! she’s stronger and smarter than an average person living in faerie.

It baffles me that some of yall are DOUBTING Jude. The only reason the folk MOCKED jude for her mortality is because they feel superior to her, and they don’t LIKE seeing her win or become powerful. To the folk it’s an INSULT that a human has higher power. That why everyone in faerie bullied jude to make sure she’s reminded of her weakness, her mortality.

And i’m not saying that jude WONT die. Everyone in faerie can die. Cardan can die, the roach could die, the ghost, Queen orlagh, Nicasia could die. (and spoiler alert, all the characters i just named did ALMOST die, and jude/taryn who are mortal SAVED 3 out of the 5 people i just named)

like, i don’t see anybody saying: “omg cardan is gonna die someday, and jude is gonna be all alone 🥺💔 i’m gonna go sh*t TEARS BRB”

like….

you get what i’m saying. Just because the folk can’t age to their death doesn’t mean they are immune to death…like cmon now. stop using jude’s mortality against her!! If it were a game of survival, the folk would die before Jude. She’d outlived them all. Period. 💗

Just like the bomb said in the Queen of Nothing

“Long Live Jude Duarte!”

[sea-owl]

Jude Duarte is that bitch and I love her so much. She said I may or may not have started this fight, but she sure as hell is gonna win it.

Cardan has to use his tail like a child leash because it's the only thing he has semi confidence in that Jude won't slash a knife through.

[inlovewithquotes]

What they didn’t realize is this: yes they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it. If I didn’t pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc’s estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

Nicasia’s wrong about me. I don’t desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal.

In my heart, I yearn to best them.

-Jude Duarte

[iheartgracie]

jude duarte badass quotes

Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.

You put a curse on that girl over there,” I tell him. “Fix her immediately.”

“She admired my ears,” the boy says. “I was only giving her what she desired. A party favor.”

“That’s what I am going to say after I gut you and use your entrails as streamers,” I tell him. “I was only giving him what he wanted. After all, if he didn’t want to be eviscerated, he would have honored my very reasonable request.

“If I cannot become better than them. I will become so much worse.”

“Sorry if you can’t read my handwriting,” I say, grabbing the notebook. The page tears, leaving most of my night’s work shredded. “But that’s not exactly my disadvantage.”

“I brush myself off. “Are you calling me out? Because then it’s my right to choose the time and the weapon.” How I would love to knock her down.”

“I don’t feel particularly miserable right at the moment.” I can’t show him I’m afraid.

His mouth curls. “What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You’d go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonizing death.”

I look him in the eye. “And?”

He seems taken aback, although the sneer doesn’t leave his face.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I am going to die. And I am a big liar. So what?”

“You had the advantage of me twice, and twice you gave it away. Good luck getting it again.”

“Perhaps someone will ask for your hand and you’ll be made a permanent member of the High Court.”

“I want to win my place,” I tell her.”

“They talk about honor, but what they really care about is power. I am good enough with a blade, knowledgeable in strategy. All I need is a chance to prove myself.”

“Take a big bite.”

“Make me,” I say before I can stop myself”

“She can show us how sorry she is,” Cardan drawls. “Tell her she doesn’t belong in the Summer Tournament.”

“Afraid I’ll win?” I ask, which isn’t smart.”

“Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.”

“I don’t care if they don’t like my being in the tournament. Once I become a knight, I’ll be beyond their reach.”

“Do you know why Madoc won’t let me try for knighthood? Because he thinks I’m weak.”

“Jude,” she cautions.

“I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules,” I say. “But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.”

“Cardan’s gaze catches mine, and I can’t help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth. His eyes are bright as coals, his hatred a living thing, shimmering in the air between us like the air above black rocks on a blazing summer day.

“Have you lost your wits?” Taryn demands, shaking my shoulder so that I have to turn to her. “You’re making everything worse. There’s a reason no one stands up to them.”

“I know,” I say softly, unable to keep the smile off my lips. “A lot of reasons.”

She’s right to be worried. I just declared war.”

“Give up.”

“Never,” I say.”

“I leave my books and cross the grass toward them. Cardan half-turns, and I shove him so hard that his back hits one of the trees. His eyes go wide.

“I don’t know what you said to her, but don’t you ever go near my sister again,” I tell him, my hand still on the front of his velvet doublet. “You gave her your word.”

“I’m not withdrawing from the tournament,” I tell her.

“Even if it wins you nothing but more woe?” she asks.

“Even then,” I say.”

“My good intentions evaporate on the wind. My blood is on fire, boiling in my veins. I do not have much power, but here is what I have—I can force his hand. Cardan might want to hurt me, but I can make him want to hurt me worse. We’re supposed to play at war. When they call us to our places, I play. I play as viciously as possible”

“You’re no killer, Madoc said.

Right now I feel that I could be.”

“Get down on your knees,” Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. “Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.”

“Beg?” I echo.”

“You think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?” I say, looking him in those black eyes. “Well, I think you’re an idiot. Since we started being tutored together, you’ve gone out of your way to make me feel like I’m less than you. And to coddle your ego, I have made myself less. I have made myself small, I have kept my head down. But it wasn’t enough to make you leave Taryn and me alone, so I’m not going to do that anymore.

“I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this”—I throw his own words back at him—“this is the least of what I can do.”

[darlingod]

Cardan: one doesn’t simply win over Jude Duarte

Cardan: …seriously

Cardan: it was not an easy thing to do

[lidiasloca]

the joker and the queen (jurdan fic)

Post QON

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“I might have the king.” Jude smirks to herself while she raises the bet.

I stare at my hand, a pretty poor one, but I could do something if the king of hearts came out now on the River.

Unfortunately, said card is the one she’s most likely holding right now, leaving in her hands my fortune.

“I hate this game.” I tell her, with both my words and the irritated look on my face.

“Don’t be a bad loser.” She says, and if my queen weren’t wearing that mocking smile I love, the one I definitely have influenced her with, I would be reminding her of the advantage she has in this “poker Jude’s version” where she has added her and her sisters’ rules to it.

Rules I am vaguely aware of thanks to a 1 minute explanation she gave me before starting.

“I haven’t lost yet, love.” I reach to grab her wine glass since I have already drank mine and I take a sip, well needed.

In a naive move, I equal to what she has raised. The dealer, also known to us as the Roach, flips the last card on the table.

To my luck, it ain’t the king, meaning I have nothing, meaning I lose, meaning Jude wins, meaning the game is finally over.

She puts down her cards to show that she actually has the king that matches the queen of hearts resting in the table -a pair that makes the player win, according to the Duarte’s rules-.

“Yes! I knew you’d win.” Taryn at her side congratulates her. 

Unlike Jude’s poker partner, at my side, I only hear Vivi’s snort of disapproval. “How are you so bad at this?” She tells me.

We were paired this way -another weird rule of theirs- and both Vivi and Taryn had lost, leaving Jude and me as the only part of each team to get a chance to win.

“It’s not as if you've done better.” I answer while I see the Roach dragging across the table all of the “immortals with a weakness for mortals” team’s money, the name is Vivi’s invention.

“Don’t be too harsh on my king, will you?” Jude tells Vivi while she is looking at me with a grin.

-My king- sounds too good even accompanied with her ironic tone, one well known by me. “He's not that bad, it is only that I am too good.” That makes me chuckle.

When Taryn finishes collecting their money I stand and walk to my wife.

In the big table where we are, everyone stops to stare: the Roach and the Bomb, Taryn with the Ghost and Vivi next to Heather and other people who were watching the game. I don’t mind.

I stand next to her, looking directly into her beautiful big brown eyes and I offer her my hand. 

To my surprise, she takes it with no hesitation. Her hand tanned and warm against my cold pale hand.

She rises from her seat, her lips now parted in surprise instead of the teasing smile she had before. Her gorgeous yet discreet green silk dress -chosen by me, with her permission- falls elegantly, hauling across the floor when she takes a step closer to me.

“Where?” She whispers, only meant for me to hear, sending goosebumps across my neck. 

“Wherever.”

I suddenly remember the eyes that are expectantly on us when, instead of responding, Jude turns to watch Vivi only to find her smirking as if she just found out our secrets. 

I snort gazing at Vivi before I place my hand delicately on Jude’s chin and turn her face to look at me again.

I ask her once more, now with my eyes. She nods as she fails to suppress a mischievous grin when I myself smile at her.

With her hand on mine, I start walking backwards, my eyes still staring at my queen and blurring out everything behind her, everything but Taryn’s incredulous and quite disgusted grimace made when Vivi whispers something to her.

Knowing Vivienne, I don’t really wanna know.

We leave the room and find ourselves in another one, this one more quiet and lonely.

I finally bring myself to turn and walk properly the moment Jude gives me an irritated look when she has to grab me before bumping into a cabinet, a drink cabinet, to my luck.

I kneel before it and take Jude’s favorite drink instead of wine. I stuff two juice boxes in my pocket.

“What did you take?” She asks as I raise and grab her hand again. I ignore her question and start walking to exit the room, but when I think about leaving this quiet I stop in front of the door. I’m close enough that I can hear the revel’s musicians.

“Wife, I have no heart for the party outside.” I admit. I really don’t, and it’s stupid since I’m the one that ordered it to be done.

However, since this night, when I woke up from a nightmare, I knew the rest of the night wouldn’t treat me any better than the day had, but the party was already settled, so there was nothing to be done.

Nothing except taking refuge in my and my wife’s solitude in the poker room where I had asked her to accompany me in, far from the revel.

A solitude not long living thanks to Jude’s twin, followed by the Ghost and others who later joined.

Jude, with caring eyes -eyes I didn’t know about until some months ago, when she and I finally let go of our armor- stares at me in silence as if looking into my soul in the most loving way I could ever be looked at.

“Husband,” She says as she lifts a hand to caress my cheek. I genuinely never expect Jude to be this tender, and so when she is, I cherish every bit of it. “May I remind you that you are the high king, if you don’t want to go, then don’t.” I inevitably smile at that. 

I hand her the juice box that I’d kept in my pocket and begin opening mine. “And… since you are the queen-.” I say watching her stab her mortal juice box with the straw and suddenly looking up to me.

“The high queen.” She corrects me, making me chuckle.

“Yes, sorry, the high queen.” I take a sip of my juice before continuing. “Well, since you are the high queen, you ought to decide what we’ll do. Instead of going to the party.” 

She bites her lip as she thinks about it for a second. “I want…” She looks into my eyes as if I could know. Could I? “Mmm.” She smiles then. I know that smile like the back of my hand. I smile too.

“That’s what you want?” I respond. She seems surprised while she nods.

My smile grows wider while I start walking with her.

“Why are you happy about it?” She asks. I turn to look at her expecting her mocking face.“I thought you said you hated Duarte’s poker.” She adds. Oh. Well that’s that.

“Poker is what you want to do? Again?” I ask  while I sigh. “I thought… whatever.”

But I know she knows because she starts  laughing -pretty hysterically I’d say-. Great. “Okay, love, stop it. It’s not that funny” I try to contain my smile.

“You are funny.” That’s not actually a compliment because I know what she means is that I’m what’s funny. Like a jester. “Sorry” She says holding up an apologetic hand when her laugh transforms into a smile.

I take a sip from my juice while I stare at her in an exaggerated judging way, which makes her chuckle. “I do hate Duarte’s  poker.” I confess though she does very well know that already. “But I do find it funny how bad you are at cheating when stealing and hiding cards.”

“Hey! That’s not true.” Jude says pretending to be affronted. “You cannot really think I’m bad at it. No one has noticed.”

I laugh while I pull her closer by the waist. I feel her breath catch. I take out a hidden card out of a secret pocket in her dress. “Well -agh- are you always looking at all I do like a creep or what?” She says smirking.

“No.” I caress her cheek. “Not like a creep.” She then reaches to take another card from a pocket I didn’t know her dress had.

She shows it to me so that I see the king of hearts between her hands. “You.” I say looking down at her. 

“I stole this one too, yes.” She confesses. Of course she did steal it.

And the irony of her stealing the king and having it in her hands yet again makes me smile like an idiot.

-Characters by Holly Black

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

What are the ROs MBTI if you dont mind me asking, along with other characters ☺️

that emoji is so menacing, it's like you're pointing a gun to my head fr 💀

ronan bennett: INFP // the healer. cinnamon roll. pure and simple. most of the things that keep him up at night is thinking about how he can find a way to rehome every orphaned animal in the world. he will definitely cry if he comes across an injured baby animal and while they get necessary treatments in the veterinary clinic (which he drove to at 2 in the morning), he will be sniffling outside and overthinking everything. i would go as far as to say ronan is the waymond wang of the TCS universe, honestly.

célia dupont: ENTJ // the commander. she is definitely not the kind of person you'd wanna cross. besides the fact that she has been brought up all her life to fill the role of the CEO for her family's company, she is a natural leader and tolerates no nonsense. one of the only exceptions to her criticality and cool wrath is the MC who rarely ever faces her ire. célia is scary to almost everyone who works under her, which also doesn't help as she loathes those who bow and lick someone's shoes to get up the high charts. think blair waldorf or jude duarte but a lot less bloodthirsty.

s bakkoush: ENTP // the debater. was this even a surprise? cocky. smart. charismatic. they tick all the boxes for the aforementioned personality. they love engaging in banter with almost anyone when it comes to random things that neither of them would even remember the next day. S is also very competitive, never backing down from a challenge and always aiming to win. this attitude of theirs had greatly helped them in their career but hasn't made them too popular among their competition. but honestly? they do not care about that a smidge 💀 their personality is reminiscent of nick wilde and hange zoë.

i tachibana: ISTP // the virtuoso. their personality is largely individualistic and pragmatic. this all stems from the fact that they has spent most, if not all, their life fending for themselves. it was a ‘survival of the fittest’ kind of world for them and it didn't do their reserved and short-tempered nature any favour. tachibana is also very distrusting, and once their hard-earned loyalty is lost, it is lost forever. while the MC just chips away at the walls they have built, you can tell that they've complicated feelings about it along the story. levi ackerman and katniss everdeen would pretty much come close to summing up their personality.

as for the other characters, these might be a bit skewed cause i had to scratch my brain for them a bit:

james whelan: ENFP // the campaigner.

nebetah: INTP // the logician.

phaidros: ISFJ // the defender.

[redacted]: ISFP // the adventurer.

[jessread-s]

✩🦊📝Review:

This companion e-novella adds depth and complexity to Taryn’s seemingly simplistic characterization.

“The Lost Sisters” is told from the perspective Taryn Duarte, who comes clean to her sister Jude in a letter about her relationship with the trickster, Locke. 

When I first read The Folk of the Air series I totally skipped over this one, but after finishing The Stolen Heir duology I decided to return to it just for fun. I enjoyed getting the opportunity to finally read from Taryn’s point-of-view and in the style of a letter! The contents consist of her asking Jude, and in turn the reader, to sympathize with her plight and forgive her for her behavior. Though her half-apology did not completely win me over, it helped me understand her better as a character. She just wants so desperately to be loved and viewed as a good person, but she does not always go about achieving these goals in ways that readers, like myself, agree with. With this added perspective, I intend to keep an open mind about her in the future. 

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