#jazzalil asks

[albaharu]

Femslash ask! I immediately thought of a bunch of book ones and dnd podcast ones but they are probably soooo not useful for this prompt ahahha, so fuck it I'm throwing Zazalil and Jamilla into the ring for consideration, why not

no matter what we will weather...we will be in this together...

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

jemilla from firebringer is sapphic (canon)

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[amazingmsme]

Any tickle hcs for Zazzalil and Jemilla? (Individually or together)

Like I said in my headcanons for Emberly & Grunt, tickling is a new discovery for them! & like with fire, Zazzalil was the one to discover it!

She was playing around with Emberly & accidentally squeezed her sides & made her laugh. They both were very curious about what the hell just happened so Zazzalil gently pokes her until she’s all squirmy & giggly. Jemilla hears & is like “what’s going on in here?” & they give a frantic, excited explanation. She’s hesitant to accept it, but Emberly looks pretty happy so she doesn’t see any harm done. But for some reason, she feels really jealous of Emberly & is all huffy like we see if the show. Zazzalil sneaks up behind her to tickle her & catches her completely off guard! & because she had no idea what to expect she bursts out laughing

Afterward she tries to maintain her composure, but every time she tries to be serious, Zazz just scribbles over her tummy

After she gets absolutely wrecked, she overhears that Zazzalil hasn’t been on the receiving end & well… she can’t just let her slide

Jemilla can’t put her finger on it, but something about this whole tickling thing makes her feel all fluttery & flustered, especially around Zazzalil

Whenever Jemilla tries to boss around the tribe, Zazz will tickle her until she agrees to give them all a break

She will find any excuse to wreck Jemilla & as annoying as that is, she’s falling head over heels for her because of it

She will try to hold in her laugh for as long as she can, but that’s never very long. Her laugh is very giggly & high pitched & she gets this adorable pink blush whenever anyone says anything remotely teasy

Her worst spots are probably her armpits, tummy, ribs, hips & knees

Zazzalil on the other hand has a loud, carefree laugh that she doesn’t even bother trying to hide. She just throws her head back & cackles as loud as she can

Her worst spots are her thighs, armpits, neck & feet

Lmk if y’all want any more! Been having a blast with these headcanons!

[witchstormm]

Just a lil thing, if you have any art or find anything related to Jazzalil or Paulkins or like… any of those characters on their own that you wanna share with me, PLEASE TAG ME!! (or DM or send an ask or whatever)

I really REALLY wanna see more content of all of the above and I will forever be grateful 🥺💕

[talesandfluff]

Jemilla

she’s the love of my life and used to be my favorite Starkid character before Tom Houston walked into my life!

favorite thing about them: SHE’S SO AFFECTIONATE!!! she’s always being touchy and encouraging and putting up with her tribe’s shit!!!

least favorite thing about them: wish Jazzalil had an on stage kiss lol but that’s it, Jemilla has done literally nothing wrong

favorite line: "Sometimes chaos is good too, it’s how new discoveries get made"

brOTP: look I ship it romantically too but friends wise, her & Emberly is also really sweet, she’s the strong powerful top Emberly needs to make her feel safe and listened to

OTP: CAVE WIVES CAVE WIVES CAVE WIVES

nOTP: I’m not irked out by it but I firmly believe her and Keeri could never be a thing, even just physical. They don’t go there.

random headcanon: modern AU jemilla rides a lil motorcycle (always wearing a helmet!)

unpopular opinion: Jemilla was literally completely in the right this entire time lol everything she said would happen happened and she did absolutely nothing wrong the entire show except be a little bit petty when Zazzalil came running back to her to fix things for her

song i associate with them: I don’t listen to much music other than musicals but I’m gonna say NFWMB by Hozier has a super Jemilla vibe she’s so strong

favorite picture of them

I really really love this moment of self-doubt and hesitation because she knew she somewhat forced Zazzy’s hand at this marriage thing and she’s willing to give her an out, but Zazzalil really hammers in that no, she IS totally into it and she wants this, but I love that Jemilla was unsure for a little bit

thanks for the ask <3 I love her so much!

[san-shui]

masterpost XD

Hello welcome to my nonsense of a blog! The name's San and my pronouns are she/her. It's not much but I figured that I should create this to organize what I post and write. Also feel free to send asks or anything and chat!

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FANDOM STUFF (mostly from AO3)

Six the Musical

#Araleyn College AU (ACAU) – Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn in college/university

#araleyn vampire au – a fun idea I had along with my bat anon

sueñito – six the musical x in the heights au with @theglareyousee

songfics – one shots inspired by songs

It's in the Past – Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour confront each other (one shot)

On Monday – Parrmour x Miraculous Ladybug (inspired by @djts-arts's Six MLB AU)

Amphibia

#love - all – a sashanne series revolving around a tennis racket lol

Prom? No or No? – sashanne in high school (one shot)

A New Destiny in the Stars – after 78 years, Anne dies and chats with the Guardian one last time (one shot)

A "Dinner" Date – a sashanne date . . . sort of (one shot)

Firebringer - Team Starkid

An Opportunity to Grow – canon divergence of a Jazzalil moment

RWBY

Unwanted Help – Weiss angst in Vacuo (post v.9)

The Legend of Korra

Overworked – Asami overworks herself & Korra takes care of her

(Last updated: 6/30/24)

[boyinjeans]

can i have some uhh domestic jazzalil? i will sacrifice 10 mosquitoes

[my eyes turn black and i cry blood and begin speaking in tongues]

it is done

JEMILLA

I’ve always been jealous of Zazzalil. Not a jealous hatred, no, but more of a jealous love. I envy the way she so effortlessly connects with people, I love the way she can make a quip without even thinking about it, and I especially love how she can roll out of bed and look like Aphrodite in the dusk as Apollo streaks across the sky, setting her ablaze with more beauty than you thought possible.

However, Zazzalil is also the laziest person I know. I had to drag her out of bed and carry her into the kitchen and force feed her her breakfast. I love her more than anything, but I hate getting her up in the morning. I’ve forced her onto my sleep schedule, and she does not like it. Early to bed, early to right. We go to sleep at about 10:00 every night and wake up at 5:30 every morning. I wake up so early because we live in the middle of the “fucking woods”—Zazzalil’s words. She pretends to hate living in the countryside, but she loves all the friendly animals and the peace, I know it—and I have to drive for an hour and a half to get to my job in the city. I’m a supervisor at modeling agency. Big bucks. Zazzalil doesn’t need to work, but she insists. Really it’s kind of ironic that she refuses to be unemployed but I have to literally drag her lazy ass out of bed every morning. She works in the city too, but at Costco. She’s a sample lady. And I adore her.

Today is particularly hard, though. She hated getting up even more than usual, she barely told me she loved me before leaving the car, and she wouldn’t sing along to the death metal I play every morning just for her to wake up. I’m worried that something is bothering my love. So worried that I can barely focus all day. No one notices much, though, since we’re preparing for a runway show this weekend. I just have to make sure none of the models kill each other or die.

“Hey, J?”

“Yeah Clark?” I ask, looking up from my blank clipboard. Did I forget to grab my itinerary this morning? “One second. Tiblyn! Itinerary!” I snap my fingers and Tiblyn is running up to me with my itinerary in hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Tiblyn says before walking off, speaking rapidly into a headset. She’s quite attractive. She would be a model if she weren’t such a damn good stage manager. She does the real hard work, she should get paid more than me.

“Anyways, what is it Clark?”

“I was just going to tell you the hospital called. Your wife—“

I don’t even let him finish before I drop my clipboard and start sprinting out the door. I thank God that billowy pants are in fashion right now, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to run this fast. I don’t bother getting my car, that would only slow me down. I have my stupid little backpack on—PR makes me carry it around—so I have all my belongings. It’s only two blocks away, I can make it.

I run in and practically slide to the front desk.

“Zazzalil Miller?”

“You must be Jemma Miller? Spouse?” The woman doesn’t even look up, she’s tapping away furiously at her keys. Jemma Miller, I think. I haven’t been called that in years. Jemilla just kinda stuck in college.

“Room 619.” I thank her before walking as quickly as I can to the elevator. They won’t let you run in here. I press the button to the sixth floor and the close doors button about a hundred times after. I know the button doesn’t really work, but all the adrenaline in my body needs to go somewhere. Why is she is even in the hospital?

“Zazz?” I ask when I find her room. She’s hooked up to an IV and a cannula is her nose. I’ve never seen her skin look so pale before. She looks like she’s on the brink of death.

“What’s up, J-Mills?” She smiles and snaps finger guns at me. I can’t believe she’s joking around. I rush to her side and sit at the chair by her bed.

“What’s up with me? What’s up with you? You were fine this morning.” I brush the hair out her face and rest my hair there on her cheek. She’s burning up.

“Was I really Jemilla?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. My voice is thick with concern. I just want to know what happened to my baby.

“I told you I didn’t feel good this morning, Jemma.” She never uses my real name.

“You-You never feel good in the morning, Zazzalil, that’s just how you are,” I laugh in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“I haven’t felt good in a long time, honey,” she smiles sadly and puts her hand over mine. “They ran some tests and they think I have an auto immune deficiency. I passed out at Costco in the bread aisle. It was kind of funny, actually.

“Zazzalil, why didn’t you tell me it was serious? I would have listened.”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” She laughs. “Besides, I’m fine. They’re gonna jack me up on meds and hope I don’t feel like death all the time. They said some things like chronic fatigue syndrome and auto immune deficiency, and so my half conscious ass says ‘Call my god damn wife’ and passes out. I’m glad they called you.”

“I’m glad they called me too, Zazz,” I sniff, trying to hold back tears. “Maybe you should quit at Costco. After this weekend I pretty much don’t have to work for a month, we can just be together and—“

“Jemilla, please. You act like I’m dying. I’m alright. I never say I’m alright. You know how dramatic I am. Really, though, this time, I’m okay. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nod, still a little unconvinced.

“I love you, Jemilla.”

I smile at her. She still makes me swoon. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

———

When we get home, Zazzalil has to sleep for a long time. I don’t try to stop her from it because it’ll “throw off the sleep schedule,” and all she does when she wakes up is snack and cuddle into my side while I do some online work. I adore how cuddly she gets when she doesn’t feel well, but I hate that she doesn’t feel well. I would take away all her disease if I could.

I look over to see her asleep on my shoulder, arms around my waist and covered in a fluffy blanket and one of my hoodies. Even pale, sickly, and eyes sunken, she is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

I’ll be with you every step of the way, I think. We’re gonna do this together.

[averlym]

Do you have a favourite ship?

ehe i don't really ship the queens now but sometimes people request stuff! and i just like to explore that dynamic between the two as a pair? not quite into the romance thing feel free to see my art as romantic/platonic

a list of ships for six: a badly drawn diagram

(plus blank template if you want to reblog with yours 👉👈)

[wizisbored]

i have been hit with the desire to talk about fisher,,, in the context of the tinky!zaz au or smoke and feathers or just in general i just want to talk about my Boy if anyone wants to send asks?

[celestialflights]

soulmates!au, meet messy, “hold on.”, jazzalil :)))

It all started with two girls putting their hand on the same seat at the same time.

Zazzalil looked up to see a pretty girl with curly hair who was presumably her classmate this year giving her a look that was already verging on stern. She assumed she was one of the new students who had joined the school after the private one not too far away had shut down, and Zazzalil probably would have greeted her warmly if it wasn't for the impasse that appeared to be developing.

“Excuse me,” the girl said with frosty politeness. “I’m sitting here.”

“Yeah, sorry, but I kind of need this chair.” The girl’s brow furrowed, and somehow that was enough to give Zazzalil the strong urge to glare at her. “Me and my friends all want to sit together, and there aren’t enough chairs at our table, so…” She gave the chair a tug, but the girl’s hand did not move.

“First of all, it’s ‘my friends and I’...” 

Oh, go fuck yourself, Zazzalil thought.

“...and I also want to sit with my friends.” She gestured at the other teenagers at her table, none of whom Zazzalil recognised. They all looked various degrees of uncomfortable. Zazzalil hoped that was because they all saw how unreasonable this girl was being.

“Zazz!” The call came from Keeri, Zazzalil’s best friend since elementary school, who was sitting at a table with their friend group. “Everything okay?”

“One minute.”

“Look…” Zazzalil turned back to the annoying girl as she trailed off, clearly wanting Zazzalil’s name.

“...Zazzalil,” she said reluctantly, feeling like that in itself showed weakness.

“Jemilla,” the other girl introduced herself in turn. “Anyway, Zazzalil, can’t you just find another chair? You want to sit with your friends, and I want to sit with mine. Can’t we both have what we want?”

That almost brought Zazzalil to laughter. Give up, just like that? There was no way she was giving up that easily. This chair was hers, or her name wasn’t…

“Zazzalil, Jemilla.” Both girls turned their heads to see their teacher, Molag, standing before them. Molag was a very relaxed sort of teacher, and insisted her students call her by her first name, but she still had her limits. “While I think the whole class - myself included - are all fascinated by your newfound rivalry -” She didn’t even seem to be joking “- I do need to start the lesson at some point, so if you could quickly decide who’s gonna win this round, that would be great.”

With a large sigh and a fiery glare at Jemilla, Zazzalil walked over to another table and dragged another spare seat over to her, letting the legs scrape against the floor, and flopped down onto it. She threw one last furious look at Jemilla, and her glare grew as she noticed the tiny smirk on Jemilla’s face before she looked away.

Jemilla knew she’d won, it was clear, but this was far from the end. She’d won the battle, but if she thought she’d win the war, she had another thing coming.

As the bell for recess rang, Zazzalil headed out of the classroom with Keeri and Tiblyn, who she’d just had science with. She’d barely taken a step out of the building, when she once again heard someone calling her name.

“Zazzalil, hold on!”

She looked back, and who was jogging up behind her but Jemilla, hear to apologise, no doubt. Zazzalil stood still, arms crossed. Her two friends cast her a look, and she quickly told them she’d catch up with them.

“Well?” she said once the girl had reached her and said nothing for a couple of seconds.

Jemilla looked confused. “Well, what?”

“Aren’t you going to apologise?”

Jemilla scoffed. “Me? Apologise? For what, exactly?” She crossed her arms across her chest, mirroring Zazzalil.

“Um, for embarrassing me in front of everyone this morning? For acting like just because you’ve come from some fancy school, you’re better than everyone else?” Okay, maybe she hadn’t said that, but those were the vibes Zazzalil had got.

“Wow.” Jemilla looked away, as if she was sharing a look with the camera. Then, she continued, “I’m pretty sure everyone else in that classroom knew that you were the one in the wrong. From the way you acted, it seems like you’re the entitled one, not me. For a matter of fact, I came over here to give you the chance to apologise.”

Zazzalil let out a bitter laugh, raising and then lowering and shaking her head. “What? What…” She stopped. She had just caught sight of something on Jemilla’s wrist. It was a mark, an image of two circles, linked, with a triangle pointing up into the centre. “Hold on. What is that?”

Jemilla looked where Zazzalil was pointing, seeming confused at the change of subject. “This?” She raised her arm.

“Yeah. Is… is that a drawing or something?”

“Um, no?” The girl was clearly wondering why that was her first instinct. “It’s my soulmate mark. Why do you ask?”

“Uh, it’s nothing,” Zazzalil replied quickly, subconsciously pulling her sleeves down further onto, until they began to cover her hands.

“It wasn’t nothing, I can tell.” Jemilla offered her a small, still confused smile. “Let me guess, you have an identical mark and you’re my soulmate,” she joked, and hearing the words out loud made Zazzalil feel like she’d just been punched in the stomach.

“Um, well…” Slowly, she pulled her sleeve back up, revealing the same two circles and triangle, in the exact same place as Jemilla’s. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would somehow lessen the impact.

“Oh.”

Yes, oh, indeed. What were they going to do now?

word count: 953

[makethestorylast]

Jazzalil for the ship ask?

Why do/don't I ship Jazzalil?

This one is stupidly easy.

When I was about... 14? I had my first crush on a girl. And I had No. Fucking. Clue.

It was just that she had perfect hair, cute clothes, she was always so smart and nice and caring, and UGH, it was infuriating! I mean did she have to be so perfect? It's not like I liked her or anything! I just... I wanted everything she had. And for her to have nothing.

So, anyway, yeah. I like Jazzalil because It Me :)

[reginaofdoctorwho]

Hmm.. Ship bingo: Jazzalil, Keeri x

i'm gonna be honest, i don't remember most of the second half of Firebringer. i do not know why, i've watched it multiple times, so you're not getting a full opinion i guess? but i totally see the three of them as best friends. i think it could work romantically, and i think it'd be neat, but idk

[thisonesfordrawing]

Or a more serious drawing prompt: Jamilla and Zazz bein cuties :3 (thankies for sharing with all of us btw!!!)

trick question theyre ALWAYS being cuties

[aisofgenders]

48 with Jazzalil?

“If I hated you anymore, I think I’d probably be crowned as satan’s right-hand man.”

Zazzalil smirked, letting her gaze drag up Jemilla, who stood bristling with her hands clenched and a small smirk on her face.

“You think? That’d be cool, you look sexy in red.”

Jemilla let out what seemed to be fifty-percent a groan, fifty-percent a yell, and one hundred-percent exasperated.

“You’re so... so...”

“Hot?”

“Frustrating!”

“Ooh, even better.”

Zazzalil leaned over the table on her elbows, one eyebrow raised and an infuriating smirk resting on her lips as Jemilla stared at her in shock and anger.

“I hate you. Tomorrow I’m contacting the RA and asking for a different roommate.”

Zazzalil tilted her head. “You contact the RA, they take a week to look at it, another two weeks to respond, and that’s only if you consistently pester them. If you don’t, make it three or four weeks, so that’s around a month that you’re stuck with me.”

Jemilla groaned and flopped down on her bed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Zazzalil took the opportunity to stand up and make her way over to Jemilla’s side of the room, hovering over her bed and leaning over to watch her.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, darling.”

Without opening her eyes, Jemilla sighed. “Whatever. I know your type. You’re just some punk asshole who’s going to burn out and quit after eight weeks.”

Zazzalil’s face hardened quickly into a sharp glower and her hand slammed down into the mattress beside Jemilla’s head. Her eyes snapped open, and it was only then when she realized that Zazzalil was leaning over her on the bed, her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head.

“Wha-“

“For your information, Princess, I’m here on scholarship. You hear that? I’m smart. I’m smart because I’m motivated, and just to prove you wrong, I’ll end every one of my classes this year with an A. I may be a punk, and I’m definitely an asshole,” her face inched closer to Jemilla’s, who stared up at Zazzalil with wide eyes, “but I’m no burn out.”

She stayed like that for a few more moments, both of their dark eyes beginning to stray down across the others face but quickly snapping up.

Zazzalil pushed herself off of the bed, whipping around angrily and grabbing her coat. Jemilla sat up quickly.

“Wh-Where are you going?”

“Out. Don’t miss me too much.” At this, Jemilla opened her mouth, about to snap back, but Zazzalil turned to look over her shoulder, and the heavy-lidded, mischievous look in her eyes closed Jemilla’s mouth. She cleared her throat.

“Get some bread, will you? I forgot some at the grocery store.”

Zazzalil paused and tilted her head slightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Your face is red, doll.”

And with that, she walked out and shut the door behind her, leaving Jemilla sitting with a half-opened mouth on the edge of her bed.

[leonardburton]

42 with jazzalil!

it took some 26 hours to get around to doing this but here it is!

Title: Alibi

Fandom: Firebringer

Summary:

“What are you doing here?” Jemilla asks, which is a normal thing to ask when your classmate/science partner/maybe friend turns up on your doorstep at 8:36 pm.

“I skipped PE this afternoon and told my mom we were working on the science assignment together at the library, but she doesn’t trust me and I know she’ll ask us both questions separately, so we need to think about all of the details.” Zazzalil says, like it’s a normal answer. 

(1,126 words, 1/1, AO3 link)

[john-cardoza]

1,2,3?

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today? 

I’m not sure? it was definitely on wattpad and is in no way connected to me now which is good because i could NOT stand to read it today it was probably like hamilton or harry potter i’m incredibly embarrassed just thinking about it

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come? 

My most recent fic is you skateboarded your way right into my heart and i have come so SO far (keep in mind i started writing when i was like,,, 11) i personally think that I now have a far better grasp of what makes a good fic and what makes good characterization.

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

ooh thats probably a solid tie between The World Could Be Ours and you skateboarded your way right into my heart (again) I think that they are good for different reasons but one thing they have in common is that I was super inspired to write. I think that ysywrimh has some really good dialogue and twcbo just has a lot of heart and I’m proud of how rewrite the stars merges into the story. i just remembered How to NOT Be In Love and it deserves at least an honorable mention bc like the above fics i was super inspired and it has good dialogue!!