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with respect, absolutely not 😂🙈

y'all know i'm the biggest Taryn apologist, but our man Cardan had horse-blinders on to everyone but Jude. he had a candle that only burned for Jude. Cardan was dying of poison and he said "wait you can't see me throw up". Jude walked in and said "i'm Taryn" and Cardan said "lmao no you ain't". meanwhile, Madoc, who'd lived with Jude all her life, took DAYS to figure it out. Jude said "i hate you" and Cardan said "i think about you. often. it's disgusting and i can't stop." like.... ????

on a more serious note, i think Cardan has had way too much trauma centred around betrayal and cheating to ever do that to Jude. Taryn may look like her, but Cardan has always been able to tell the difference, even before they fell in love.

1. You will always beat him in sword fights

2. He will do your eyeliner and you bet your ass it will be PERFECT

3. He will always beat you in style contests

4. He is canonically a bookworm and you can read together 

5. He can control vines -no need for ropes in bed anymore!-

6. He is very hot 

7. He will marry you and make you a ruler of Elfhame 

8. He can be drawling and evil but is secretly a soft boi 

cardan: *knows it's jude acting to be taryn" sometimes I think you did

It’s my firm belief that Winston was the one Anarchist who didn’t abuse her and didn’t stand by in the abuse. From what information we got, he played with Nova all the time when she was little and gave her what he could for a childhood and when she got older and distanced herself he was so upset by it. Even when he had numerous chances to sell her out he never did and kept his mouth shut instead of getting revenge.

My concept is that when he attacked the parade he did it on purpose because he was trying to derail Nova from a life of crime and all the fury that would be upon her if she failed. They couldn’t focus their anger on her if he fucked everything up at the parade.

I firmly believe he was trying to protect her.

Why do you think he wasn’t upset when she tossed him from the balloon? He didn’t care he just wanted her out of the way and made sure she escaped. Why do you think he wanted her to ditch the weapons? Not just because he wanted to come with but because he wanted her to never be Nightmare again?

That’s why it hurt him so much and why he was so upset when he talked about their relationship? He wasn’t just upset about losing a friend, he probably saw that coming based on how she spent less and less time with him. He was upset because she was choosing being an Anarchist and as a result, got stuck with her abusers, and he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

Hello there! It’s been a while since I posted a fanfic (and by that I mean it’s been a year since I last wrote fanfiction, so please bear with me if this sucks). I just wanted to write Nodrian since they’re all I think about lately.

tw: anxiety, trauma

         Nova had been told her entire life that she was tough. That she was brave, that she was strong. The thing was, she often thought, that she was never given the chance to be anything else. At age seven, now that she looked back at it, she shouldn’t have made to be strong, she needed to feel safe, she needed to be loved. She couldn’t have come to this conclusion on her own years ago, she thought. Many therapy sessions had helped her accept how twisted her upbringing with Ace had been, and that years of emotional abuse had left damage on her. Therapy had helped her handle her anxiety and PTSD, but there were still moments when she felt like a terrified six-year-old who had just witnessed her family get murdered and who kept repeating to herself to just pull the trigger Nova, pull the trigger Nova, pull the trigger-

         “Nova?”

         Nova swiveled on her chair, startled. Adrian was standing by the doorframe, holding a cup of a steaming beverage. Nova’s gaze shifted to the clock by the door. 7:03 AM. Shit. She hadn’t gotten up from that chair, hadn’t stopped working for the past, what? Twelve hours?

          “Hey. Sorry I didn’t come to bed last night; I guess I lost track of time.” It was the second time this happened that week alone, but she didn’t want to think about what was keeping her from going to sleep.

          Adrian put the cup next to her computer, tea, because he knew Nova despised coffee, and kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay. I know you have a lot of work to do.”

          Two years ago, Nova had made the decision to enroll herself in college to study mechanical engineering, in hopes of pursuing a life where she could have a say on what to do for a living. So far, everything was going pretty good. As a couple, Nova and Adrian made the decision to move in together a year ago, and, on the days she managed to go to sleep, she loved waking up in Adrian’s arms.

           “Yeah, it’s mostly work that won’t let me sleep,” she muttered.

           “Everything okay?” Adrian was looking at her worriedly, and Nova instantly regretted saying anything at all.

           “Yeah, it’s just…”

           Adrian held her gaze.

           She sighed. “It’s… do you remember those dreams I used to have? About that night with my family?”

            He nodded.

            “I don’t hear the gunshots as much anymore, but I mostly dream of the silence afterwards. I can only feel the emptiness, the loneliness, the numbness.” She quickly wiped a tear that had fallen to her cheek. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like the grief is catching up to me. I never got to really grieve my family. I just turned all those feelings to anger. And for what? I sided with my family’s murderer. I’m just as bad as him.” She realized that more tears were streaming down her face now, and that she had voiced her darkest thoughts to Adrian.

           Adrian’s eyes were filled with unshed tears. He grabbed her arm to pull her up from the chair, and wrapped his arms around Nova. She buried her face in his chest, more tears falling down her cheeks.

           “You are good, Nova. I know you are good.”

           She kept shaking her head, and Adrian started to run his fingers through her hair. Repeating the same three words quietly: you are good, you are good, you are good.

           “How long have you held this in, Nova?”

            Nova just shrugged limply.

            “Great skies, Nova, you should have told me you’ve been hurting.”

             “I know. It’s just… I’d been doing pretty good, and I didn’t want to feel like I was going steps backwards.”

              He looked down at her, and looked certain when he said, “you’re not going backwards. If anything, putting all those feelings into words is a huge step in the right direction.”

               “You think so?”

               “Oh, I know so.”

               Nova smiled slightly at that. “Okay. I think I might schedule an appointment with my therapist, to help me figure out how to cope with all of that. I miss not working for twelve hours straight.”

               “Okay.” Adrian smiled at her. She stood on her tippy toes to reach his lips, and kissed him slowly. He wrapped his arms around her waist a little tighter, and picked her up, so that her feet were a few inches from the floor. Nova smiled against his lips. He eventually put her down and took her hand, leading her out of the room and into the kitchen.