#jassa week day three: “future and possibilities”

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We can’t even begin to name a hotter couple!

Jurian and Vassa for @jassaweek

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ARTIST poppypola_ / COMMISSIONED BY @cauldronblssd

Welcome to the official prompt list for Jassa Week 2025! We cannot wait to celebrate and appreciate Jurian and Vassa on February 2nd-8th, 2025. You are free to participate in any way that you wish, from playlists, fanart, mood boards, to fanfictions—the possibilities are endless! This event will primarily take place on Tumblr, but we will have the option of engaging on Instagram (coming soon) and AO3!

Please be sure to tag all of your submissions with @jassaweek and to use the hashtag #jassaweek2025 in order for us to find your contributions! When posting on Instagram, please use the same hashtag and tag @/jassaweek—we also encourage inviting us to collaborate with your submission!

J A S S A W E E K P R O M P T S

DAY ONE: TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN — How do you interpret the similarities and differences between Jurian and Vassa, and how do they embrace them within their budding relationship?

DAY TWO: DUTY AND HONOR — Jurian and Vassa share similar visions for the future, despite their means and methods of obtaining such a future. What does duty and honor mean to a cursed Queen and Commander?

DAY THREE: FUTURE AND POSSIBILITIES — When all is said and done and the war has long passed by, where do you see Jurian and Vassa? Regaining the throne? A move to Prythian? What of the mortal lands and the aftermath? Or, is there a different path that they may take?

DAY FOUR: “AT EACH OTHER’S THROAT” — “… as they like to be.”

DAY FIVE: BELONGING / EXILES — Two souls that have dealt with such tragedy, finding belonging amongst one another? What is the balance of exile and meant to be between Jurian and Vassa? How do they embrace being members of the Band of Exiles?

DAY SIX: LOVERS — There is something so deeply special about human connection, even without the tie of the mating bond. How do Jurian and Vassa fit the lover motif? Love at first sight, or could it be something else that is explained through their dynamic?

DAY SEVEN: AU / FREE DAY — Go crazy with this one; any topic of your choosing!

The most important part is that everyone has a good time during the event and that can only be made possible by you! If there are any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to send us a message either via private messages, or through the ask box. Guidelines and additional information coming soon!

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JASSA WEEK 🗡️🐦‍🔥 (DAY THREE) — Future and Possibilities

Welcome to day three of Jassa Week 2025!

Please remember to tag our account @jassaweek and/or invite us to collaborate on your submission! Use the hashtags #jassaweek and #jassaweek2025 so that we can see all of your submissions for the event!

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Have fun!

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Long live indeed! Obsessed 😍

❝ L O N G L I V E T H E K I N G a n d Q U E E N ❞

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@jassaweek DAY ( 3 ) — Future and Possibilities. just two individuals who love their kingdom very, very much.

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”Take me home, my queen.” WE ARE SOBBING!! GORGEOUS!

Beyond the Plains of Scythia

I was so honored and lucky to win this commission for @jassaweek! it was such a privilege to get to work with xo.hkka to create this masterpiece. She is such a kind and wonderful person and an incredible artist.

Jurian and Vassa have defeated Koschei, broken the curse, and now have the whole world ahead of them.

For my own fics, I took a lot of inspiration from the golden age of Mongolia, which you can see here in Vassa's outfit and the vast plains of Scythia. Thank you to Hikka and @jassaweek!

Please make sure to check out xo.hikka on instagram! And enjoy the little piece I wrote to go with this masterpiece!

Vassa felt the last vestiges of sunlight hit her face, relishing in the warmth and the stillness of her body. Never again would she take for granted the golden hour of sunset. With the horses far behind her, she looked out into the sea of grass. Hills rolled softly as sea waves and the fire in the sky stretched on forever. That fire reflected upon her hair, but it no longer burned her alive, no longer shredded her body. The trek from the lake and the surrounding forests took too long. Vassa felt suffocated by the trees as they crossed through mountains and gorges, past the fallen wall. But she held her head high as she led her army back across the border and into Scythia. 

Her mother had told her of the ancestors defeating the Fae armies as a child. How they raised the capital from a slave pit. Vassa’s ancestors rode wild horses to freedom on these hills, and Vassa swore she could hear the horde of nomads in the wind as she rode. She was free again, free from her curse, and the chains of the death god. She spoke her own language again, her Scythian tunic felt like armor against her chest, and Vassa felt like she could breathe again. 

Calloused fingers threaded through hers, tugging her close with the wind. 

“When you told me you called it seagrass, you really meant it,” Jurian said, “What was the word again? In Scythian.”

“Tanaap,” Vassa replied, “It’s the word for steppe, not sea.” She smiled as she watched the light dance along the angles of his face. He stood as tall as a king, but he refused that title. They had been arguing about it for days, and Jurian had convinced her army that he would only be her consort. No doubt he’d convince the entire capital and court within days of their arrival. 

He had not left her side the entire journey. He held her through her night terrors, helped her breathe when she felt like the forest would suffocate her, and he cried with her as they crossed the border. Jurian gasped the first time he saw the steppe, and Vassa could not bring herself to think of the walls he had suffered behind for so long.

“I can see why the humans settled here.” he murmured, his face softening, “Possibility without the fear of eternity. No wall could ever stand here.” 

“And no wall ever will,” Vassa promised, pulling him close. 

Jurian was quiet for a moment as the sun slunk behind the hills, and the sky began to bleed purple. Behind them, the stirrings of camp and the whinny of horses broke the silence. 

“If-” Jurian began, taking a deep breath, “Will your people accept me? After everything I’ve done?” He turned toward her then, his brown eyes filled with worry. 

“You mean, after saving me and leading my army to free me? After killing a death god and stopping Beron Vanserra and the queens?” Vassa cupped his face gently, “They will, they have. After everything you’ve done, you can come home and rest. With me.” She pulled him down, capturing his lips with a sigh. Vassa kissed her General as the sun set, feeling only his lips and his arms wrapped around her. She felt her heart flutter against her chest, but she could not feel her bones breaking with transformation, could not feel the lashing of flames on her back. Vassa only felt the future, now stretched before them like the sea of grass they stood on. 

“Take me home, my queen.”