#jurian and vassa

[ennawrite]

the IC being convinced Jurian is the worst guy ever because *checks notes* he fought hard to get his people out of *checks notes again* *pulls notes back* *squints* *lifts up super sophisticated spectacles onto head* *brings notes closer* ENSLAVEMENT? AGAINST THE FAE?

[jassaweek]

ARTIST poppypola_ / COMMISSIONED BY @cauldronblssd

Apologies for the hiatus, there was a slight issue with the previous Tumblr blog, but we are back! Jassa Week coming to you soon February 2nd-8th, 2025! Prompts will be released tomorrow! We appreciate the love and support that we have received this week regarding Jassa Week and we cannot wait until the event! For any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to send us a private message, or an ask message.

[harperbrynne]

Band of Exiles Headcanon

[oristian]

—   ⁺ FEYRE and RHYSAND   , character planning • m o d e r n a u

FEYRE

Sophomore at Velaris University

Art History Major, Painting Minor

Lives on campus with Mor and Amren

Works part-time at the campus McDonald’s

RHYSAND

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Economics Minor

Lives in an off-campus apartment with Azriel and Cassian

Works part-time at his father’s Law Firm

NESTA

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Creative Writing Minor

Lives in an off-campus apartment with Gwyn and Emerie

Works part-time at the campus radio station

Tutors part-time in the Writing Center

ELAIN

Junior at Velaris University

Landscape Architecture Major

Lives off-campus with her boyfriend, Lucien

Works part-time as a cake decorator at a grocery store

Is a Teaching Assistant for the College of Design

LUCIEN

Junior at Velaris University

International Relations and Affairs Major, Political Science Minor

Lives off-campus with his girlfriend, Elain

Student Body President

CASSIAN

Senior at Velaris University

Kinesiology Major

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Rhys and Azriel

Drummer in a band with Azriel and Eris

Works part-time as a personal trainer at the VU fitness center

AZRIEL

Junior at Velaris University

Criminal Justice Major

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Rhys and Cassian

Lead singer in a band with Cassian and Eris

Works part-time at the campus radio station

ERIS

Senior at Velaris University

Pre-Law Major, Business Administration Minor

Secretly wanted to study veterinary medicine

Lives off-campus, alone

Bassist in a band with Cassian and Azriel

Works part-time at his father’s Law Firm

Works part-time at a pet adoption center

THEO

ORIGINAL CHARACTER, Eris’ boyfriend

Junior at Velaris University

Double Major in Biology and Veterinary Medicine

Lives on-campus with roommates

Works part-time at a pet adoption center

Works part-time as a Research Assistant

GWYN

Junior at Velaris University

Anthropology Major, History Minor

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Nesta and Emerie

Works part-time as a Research Assistant

Works part-time at the campus library

EMERIE

Junior at Velaris University

Culinary Arts Major, Entrepreneurship Minor

Lives off-campus in an apartment with Gwyn and Nesta

Works part-time at a local restaurant, Court of Dreams

MOR

Sophomore at Velaris University

Sports Management Major

Lives on-campus with Feyre and Amren

Works part-time as a football team student manager

AMREN

Sophomore at Velaris University

Undecided, General Studies Major

Lives on-campus with Feyre and Mor

TAMLIN

Senior at Velaris University

Agriculture Major

Lives off-campus with Andras

Works part-time at the campus McDonald’s

JURIAN

Senior at Velaris University

Nursing Major

Lives off-campus with his girlfriend, Vassa

VASSA

Junior at Velaris University

Political Science Major, Public Relations Minor

Lives off-campus with her boyfriend, Jurian

Student Body Vice-President

[fieldofdaisiies]

Vassa x Jurian | Safe With Me

type: drabble warning(s): vomiting I guess, talk about harmful past, nightmare word count: 880 words summary: Vassa wakes form a nightmare, Jurian is there for her.

this is for @velidewrites. You are such a wonderful human bean (yes bean) and I love you a lot and I am very grateful that we have become mutuals. I know you had a bit of a not so easy time recently, so this will hopefully brighten your days a little.💛💛💛

–all rights reserved–

“Sssh, it is fine.” Jurian’s voice is soft, soothing when it caresses the side of his wife’s head. His hand fists her hair tighter, the firebird still bent over the toilet. Jurian has crouched down behind her, his thighs caging her, steading her.

“Will this ever get better?" Vassa bubbles and empties the rest of her stomach into the toilet, cringing over the fact that Jurian has to witness this all.

Her whole body shudders when her stomach cramps. She is so cold, so robbed of energy and happiness in this moment. All memories have come crashing in on her in a nightmare. She has shrieked up and run to the bathroom in the next moment.

“They will, my love. I promise it will get better,” Jurian assures her. Her pain is so acute it draws tears to the former general’s eyes. His heart squeezes, beating sadly in his chest when the back of his throat starts to ache. 

Jassa’s knees hurt from how hard she presses them into the cool, hard floor, her legs feeling wobbly and whole body like jelly. She has managed a few nights without nightmares, until tonight. Tonight the memories came in tidal waves, washed over her, drowned her. Memories of being trapped, of Koschei, the war…

Soft lips brush over her temple, Jurian’s scent of pine, fresh apples and something woodsy, filling her nostrils when she allows herself to lean into him. “You shouldn’t see this. You shouldn’t be here,” the firebird huffs and brings one hand up to wipe it over her mouth. She feels Jurian curl one arm around her, his other hand reaching up to the sink from where he gathers a cup of water.

The former general kisses Vassa’s hair and brings the glass to her lips. Tipping it up and Vassa parting her lips, Jurian says, “I should be exactly here. Right here, with you, holding you. I belong at your side. Always."

Vassa lets one hand drop, squeezing her husband’s thigh when taking another sip from the cool water. It is like balm to her soul, so is Jurian’s voice, his warmth, his presence. He is here — here for her. He is her anchor, her rock against which the wave crashes. Her lover, her husband, her home. And he his here, here with her, holding her, protecting her.

“Let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

Her lips pursed, Vassa slowly nods her head. She hears Jurian place the glass on the sink again and before she knows what happens she is scooped up in his strong arms, perfectly fitting against his chest. She revels in his warmth, having felt so cold in the past minutes, dressed just in this thin nightgown, sitting on the cold bathroom floor. 

When climbing into bed, Jurian does not let go of her, holding her close to her body until both of them under the sheets, tightly cuddled together. He wedges his leg between Vassa’s thighs, both his arms curled around her, holding her as tightly as possible, pampering her skin with soft kisses while whispering sweet nothings. 

No one would have expected the former general to have such a soft side, but the firebird brings out the best in him. He can let his true self show and that for the first time. There is no hiding when he is with Vassa, he can be fully himself.

“You are safe with me, V,” Jurian whispers against the shell of his wife’s ear. “You are always safe with me. In this house, this bed, in my arms. I will never let anything happen to you, you know that, right?” A silent sob leaves Vassa and she even moves an inch closer to her husband, fisting his night shirt and burring her face in his chest. “I know. That is why I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my lovely firebird,” Jurian coos and kisses the top of Vassa’s head. 

“Not possible. I love you endlessly.” “And still I love you a little more.” This makes Vassa giggle, easing some of her former tension. She finds so much peace in Jurian’s presence, in his love and knows that he is the only reason she will be able to find rest that night. Vassa feels her lids get heavy, her hand moving over Jurian’s chest, right above where his heart his. His heartbeat is a calming melody, luring her into a peaceful slumber. “And you are safe with me, J,” she says and it is the last thing Jurian hears before darkness wraps around him. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

tags: @aayo-whatt @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @ladyelain

[copypastus]

I believe Tamlin would get better much faster if given some rest, love and care instead of people coming to his house and lands to yell at him.

Another piece I ran out of time to finish for @tamlinweek

[velidewrites]

Jurian: I told Elain her ears flush when she lies Vassa: What why Jurian: Watch this Jurian: Elain, do you like Lucien? Elain, covering her ears: No! Jurian: *smiles triumphantly*

[cauldronblssd]

A queen, a general, a High Lord’s heir and a cauldron blessed seer - high society or band of exiles?

Elain and Lucien will be connected to many courts as well as the humans and the fae! I like to imagine how Elain will get along with the Band of Exiles and the friends they could all be. And of course they’ve gotta sit on that pink couch!

Thank you to Poppy for creating this for me! I love seeing these characters all come together.

Art by @/poppypola, commission by me for @elucienweekofficial 💚

Please do not repost.

[cassenador]

Being a person who likes Rhysand and Nesta in this fandom is not for the weak. Like anyone else like them? In fact anyone else like Feysand AND Nessian? Love the IC AND the Valkyries AND hell even the BOE?

It seems like they’re all different factions at this point.

[ennawrite]

”Tell my Vassa I’m waiting” lives in my head rent free cause WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!!!

[jassaweek]

ARTIST CREDIT poppypola_ COMMISSION BY @cauldronblssd

Welcome to the Jassa Week Commission Giveaway! We are so incredibly excited to be partnering with some phenomenal artists within our community to host a giveaway for four free commissions! This giveaway will run from today until midnight EST on November 1st, 2024. The winners will be announced on November 3rd, 2024! The giveaway will take place on both Instagram and Tumblr, but we ask that participants choose one of the platforms to engage with to be fair and considerate to those who may only use one of the two platforms—following, there will be two artists per platform for this giveaway.

For the Tumblr portion of the giveaway, we are so very excited to have @majuandrad and @tuluaart as our artists! @majuandrad will be offering the full body Jassa commission and @tuluaart will be offering the half body Jassa commission!

To enter into the giveaway, please be following @jassaweek and the two artists listed above. Like and reblog this post. For additional entries, tag friends who may be interested in participating in Jassa Week—you are able to tag as many friends as you’d like, as one tag is one additional entry. Another additional entry opportunity is to reblog/tag us in a post explaining what intrigues you about Jassa, or any theories/headcanons that you may have for them! Please find the rules and guidelines below the cut line.

C O M M I S I O N R U L E S

You are allowed two minor changes during the sketch process—anything additional (extra characters, complex details, etc.) will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

The commission must be used during Jassa Week with credit given to the artist.

The commission will be allowed a simple background—anything complex will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

Only SFW commissions are allowed for this giveaway—NSFW will be at the discretion of the artist.

The commission must be created for personal use—if intended for commercial usage, that will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

In the case that you no longer wish to participate in Jassa Week, you will forfeit your commission and the runner up will be offered your place with the artist.

If the artist expresses any negativity from the giveaway winner, it will be at the discretion of the artist on whether they would want to continue the giveaway process with you. In the case that they do not, you will forfeit your spot to a runner up.

For those wanting to engage with the Instagram version of the giveaway, please find our page here. For any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out to us—not the artists—on either social media!

[clockwork-ashes]

elain, eris, and jurian would be the most iconic trio of friends at fancy events i feel. they 100% sit around in circles at parties and gossip, sipping wine. jurian eats pastries the whole night, eris always comes overdressed, and elain just thinks they’re neat.

[yaralulu]

Look I think both the “ band of exiles” and “the court of dreamers” are incredibly stupid names (pls stop with the group names sjm) but the difference is I know for a fact vassa/jurian/lucien came up with that shit when they were drunk out of their minds and they’re literally just making fun of themselves for being a bunch losers.The IC on the other hand are unironically calling themselves the court of dreamers and they’re being SO serious.They deserve to get made fun of 🤷!!

[copypastus]

One final treat for the closing day of Poly+ ACOTAR Week @polyacotarweek - all the acoships I personally would enjoy more if they were throuples

Had a blast drawing for this event! Hope you find your favourite ship on the pile!

@taymartiart included your favourite crossover ship just for you with bruntriel

and ofc @ashintheairlikesnow’s acolar tamarhysand is for me coz this fic owns my soul

[velidewrites]

Lucien: One year ago today, I married my best friend

Everyone: Awwww!

Lucien: Elain and Vassa are still angry about it, but Jurian and I were drunk and thought it would be funny

[shadowdaddies]

Holiday Traditions

Lucien x fem!Reader fluff

Summary: Reader finds Lucien preparing for some of his childhood Autumn Equinox traditions, and decides to surprise him.

Wind whipped softly at your cheeks, late September air bringing a much needed reprieve from the exhausting heat August had brought this year. You smiled at the sight of a leaf, twirling in the breeze as it floated down from its branch to join the others scattered about the forest floor in a kaleidoscope of greens, oranges, and yellows. 

The sound of rustling foliage pulled your attention from the path to the Exiles’ Manor. A familiar head of long flaming hair brought a smile to your lips, his presence drawing you like a moth to the flame. 

Hearing the sound of your approach, Lucien looked over his shoulder from where he knelt on the ground, his returning smile sending heat pooling in your belly. You glanced beyond him to the small structure in front of him. A small structure had been built, its fine craftsmanship an indication of who had crafted the object. Lucien’s golden complexion flushed slightly at your curious gaze, your eyes roving eagerly over the small pyre he’d built, decorated beautifully with an assortment of berries, nuts, and what seized your attention most - two cornhusk dolls laid together at the front.

Kneeling in front of the arrangement, you reached a hand out and twined Lucien’s fingers through your own. “What is this?” you whispered, voice soft with awe.

Lucien squirmed slightly, a rare moment of self consciousness showing behind his charming facade. “It’s a Mabon Altar,” he nodded, reaching out to brush away a leaf that had fallen over the display. “It’s an Autumn Court tradition.”

His gaze flicked to yours, studying your reaction. “Each year, we - they - celebrate the Equinox with rituals, to honor the Mother, and to ask her for prosperity, protection, and balance.” He laughed dryly at his own words, mouth twisting into a wry smile as you carefully picked up one of the corn husk dolls. 

“My mother holds the traditions very sacred. The dolls are supposed to represent those we love, to pray for their good fortune.” Gaze swinging to the other doll which still sat on the earth, amber eye swam with emotion. “I hardly believe that,” he swallowed thickly, “but my mother always made dolls for each of my brothers and me. And one like this.” 

He held the doll, pulling it closer so you could see the intricate details Lucien had worked to cut and carve. The doll was darker than the one in your hand, the corn husk itself nearly as dark as the soil, while parts of it were painted gold as though to resemble the doll’s clothing. You looked to the doll in your own hand, studying the lighter hue of its husk, shades of red so much like Lucien’s. “This one is your mother?” you questioned softly.

Lucien nodded, a mournful smile playing on his lips. “It meant so much to her to create these each year. It makes me feel closer to her - even if I can’t be there in Autumn with her.”

Pulling your hand from his, you intertwined your arms and leaned against his warm frame. “And who is that?” you prodded, gently taking the other doll from him.

“I don’t know. I think it was just an idea of my mother’s - a symbol of hope for protection, or her future.” 

Setting the corn husk back in its place, you leaned to press a kiss to Lucien’s cheek. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I hope I can be here to celebrate the Equinox with you, if that is okay.”

His answering smile stole the air from your lungs, unbridled joy casting a ray of sunshine through him as Lucien stole your lips for another, deep kiss. “I can think of nothing that I would love more,” he purred, your insides melting at the suggestive tone. 

~~~

You were lounging on the pink sofa in Lucien’s lap days later when Twilight began to darken the sky. Flashing a conspiratorial grin to Vassa and Jurian, you excused yourself to your room, smiling at Lucien’s groan when the other two quickly did the same. 

In your room, you hurriedly grabbed the burgundy dress from your wardrobe, applying rouge to your lips before giving yourself an assessing look in the mirror. 

Yesterday during your visit to the Day Court on emissary business, you had asked Helion about the library’s books on Autumn Court’s Equinox traditions. The High Lord had shocked you by knowing plenty about their traditions himself, recalling the feast they had each year with different foods to represent the different Houses.

The way in which Helion spoke about the rituals held such a reverence, you couldn’t help but grow more excited to surprise Lucien with a party. You had thanked Helion - who bid you farewell with a mournful smile that oddly reminded you of Lucien’s - eager to race home and begin planning.

Exhaling a nervous breath, you swiped the final touches of makeup across your eyes before turning back to the living room.

“My vixen, you couldn’t stay away for-“

Whatever witty remark Lucien had planned died in his throat, mouth agape as he took you in. You were indeed the vixen, your dark red lips matching the tight fabric that donned your figure like a siren’s call to the male in front of you. Moving as though in a trance, Lucien swiftly stood from the couch, his hands finding purchase on your waist, shamelessly trailing up your body to feel the curves you’d put on display.

“What is this?” Lucien asked, his voice practically a growl with the self restraint he barely clung to. 

“This,” you purred, stepping back to offer him the full view of your body once more, “is what I wear to a party.” 

“A party?” he echoed, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip in intrigue. You simply hummed in response, lacing his fingers in your own as you led him towards the front door with a playful wink over your shoulder.

Opening the door of the manor, you smiled at how incredibly Vassa had pulled together the evening. Fae lights glowed like fireflies throughout the trees, illuminating the table that was set with an ornate dinner and fae wine. A symphonia played the gentle tune of a familiar orchestra, setting the mood for Jurian and Vassa as they swayed on the makeshift dance floor. 

“What is this?” Lucien breathed, hand still tight around your own. 

Smiling brightly at the wonder in his expression, you led him to the table where the others were now taking their seats. “I learned a bit more about Equinox traditions, and I wanted to surprise you with some new memories of a special holiday for you.”

Jurian coughed from across the table, earning an elbow to the ribs from Vassa and an eye roll from you. “Vassa helped a lot... And Jurian a little bit, as well,” you teased in response to the latter’s outraged expression.

“Thank you all, very much,” Lucien murmured, voice thick with emotion. You leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek before filling his plate with traditional Autumn celebration foods, laughing and drinking with your friends late into the night until the moon was high in the sky. 

“It’s time,” you whispered from where you leaned against Lucien’s warm chest. As midnight approached, you followed the path to Lucien’s altar, whispering your own silent prayers from behind as he lit the pyre with a flick of his wrist. 

Turning to face you, Lucien stood aglow in the firelight, his amber eyes and bright hair glowing like the sun. You smiled bashfully at his beauty, still in place as he walked up to you, and right past you. 

Stunned, you turned over your shoulder to find him standing on the dance floor, poised in a dramatic bow with his hand outstretched in askance. “My cunning vixen, will you do me the greatest honor of dancing with me?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, earning a mischievous wink as Lucien spun you into his arms, your chest flush against his, hearts beating as one. The fire burned a soft crackle, illuminating the dark night as the symphonia began to play a slower sort of melody. “Thank you for sharing your holiday with me,” you murmured, cheek laid against Lucien’s chest as you swayed.

Lips pressed gently to the top of your head, lingering there for a long moment. Pulling away slightly, Lucien’s hand tucked under your chin as he guided your face to look at his. “Thank you for giving me new, sweet memories, every day,” he murmured, eyes glowing with emotion before they flicked downward, suddenly turning dark.

Wandering hands found their way back to you, Lucien pulling you impossibly close as his hands squeezed your ass appreciatively. “There is one part of you that will always be the sweetest, though,” he purred, leaning down to tug your earlobe between his teeth. “And I won’t be sleeping until I’ve had a taste.” Before you could react, Lucien tossed you over his shoulder, one hand holding you still as the other moved precariously further beneath your dress while he strode back towards the manor.

A Happy Equinox, indeed.