#I just feel that things like knitting of pottery would be meditative for him

[schestokryl]

rip Henry F. Collins you would’ve loved group crafting master classes

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

About Jazz🌼

" Jazz is seen as a flower full of sunshine, always wanting to help(even if it wasn't asked) and loves being involved, especially in her baby bro's life. After the accident, Jazz vowed to make sure she was always there for him but ends up facing far more than she was prepared for. Doesn't mean she's going to give up, definetly not on Danny!"

Personality:

Tbh I love Jazz's personality so much already. Her positivity, wanting to look mature, her protective caring nature, wanting to be involved. I wanna keep that.

Ngl she was giving me Hazbin Hotel Charlie vibes, when I was designing her. I see her be not just be involved in Danny's life but always wanting to help, even if it might not have been asked. She sees the world through rose colored glasses and feels even the darkest of hearts can be brightened if they had some care.

I wanna keep her OG quirks, her being meddling, trying too much to be mature, overprotective. I also want her to be the type who can be too much give, being a bit(ALOT) of a people pleaser, tending to overextended herself and her kind nature and love to help being taken advantage of. She's always wanting to make everyone happy, even at her own cost.

Something I REALLY want for her is to use her knowledge and skill in psychology to help the ghosts with all their baggage and troubles. It would defiebtley make Danny's job easier and can make the ghost a friendlier place. I really want her to become a therapist for humans and ghosts.

Facts:

Headcsnon VA- Collen O'Shaughnessey(OG VA), Jill Harris(Charlie, Hazbin Hotel), Elsie Lovelock, Halsey, Ashly Burch(Molly McGee, The Ghost & Molly McGee) Taylor Louderman(Little Miss Perfect).

Abilities- Knowledge and skill in psychology, sunny attitude and perspective, rational, cautious, very caring, compassionate, responsible, knows ALOT of inspirational quotes, the type who would survive a horror film by just not making stupid decisions, has a drivers license, can cook, knows how to play the clarinet and saxophone, athletic, has first aid and CPR training, team player, knows self defense(Danny too, their parents probably would want to make sure they can fight for themselves, got the idea from @tachvintlogic ), good with a camera, also inspired from @tachvintlogic who sees Jazz have an interest in photography and would do anything for the people she cares about!

Weaknesses- Tends to be meddling, overprotective, too trusting and nice, has had her kindness taken advantage of, not too hard to manipulate, has trouble loosening up, can be pushy, has trouble when not in control of situations, trouble relating to her fellow adolescent peers, push herself too hard, tends to overextend herself, too much of a giver, putting herself sometimes into some trouble and has trouble knowing when she needs to ask or accept help.

Drinks ALOT of tea. Her fav is jasmine tea with lemon and honey🌼🍋🍯

Fav color is teal💙💚

Fav ice cream flavor-Vanilla🍦 and doesn't give a hoot about anyone saying it's so basic.

Totally has a fannypack.

Very involved in her school. Loves to help with School pride weeks, celebrations, charity causes, donations, student support, etc.

Has totally done things such as pottery, knitting g, making jewelry etc.

Total theater kid🎭

Does Yoga along with cardio and early jogs. Always wants to keep her core.

Likes to try DIY spa and skin treatments on herself💆‍♀️

Likes- Psychology, positivity, good vibes, tea, starbucks, healthy food, beaches, yoga, meditation, poetry, scented oils(for smell and things such as stress and feeling down), paisley swirls, jazz music, classical music, metal music, musicals, lofi beats, podcasts, public radio, feng shui, looking like a "mature and sophisticated adult", nature, flowers(fav Jasmine flower), floral prints, sunshine, rain, rainbows, bubble baths, reading, reading while having a bubble bath with jasmine tea, arts & crafts, making vision boards, scrapbooking, puzzles, documenteries, karaoke, rules, responsibility, things being clean and tidy, organizing, watercolor painting, exercise, mental health, singing, helping her school, helping her fellow community, helping others in general and LOVES her family.

Dislikes-Negativity, Mental health ignored, stigma on mental illness, bad vibes, pranks, Spectra and her manipulations, swearing, greasy junk food, storms, messes, clutter, her family's ghost craziness(especially when it causes trouble for the family), ghosts(until she got to know them better and found out Danny's a halfa), shenanigans, looking "immature and unsophisticated", what Adam and Barbara listed in things they didnt like in Fright of their Lives(Beetlejuice), tea burns, stains, cup marks, when people don't use coasters, bad feng shui, people hurt or unhappy and HATES when her family especially Danny's in trouble.

Even though she prefers healthy food, likes to have greasy junk food when she's down or not feeling well. Guilty pleasure.

Morning person🌞

Keeps a first aid/med kit in her bag⛑️

I can totally see her take Tai Chi. Good for fighting and for your core and bringing peace between your body and mind!

Totally has or is in a book club📖

Applies ALOT of sunscreen🧴☀️

Closer with my Sam and Tucker. She and Tucker know eachother more since he and Danny were childhood besties. Would totally survive a horror movie story together. And as different as she and Sam are, she's happy Danny has another friend who has really helped him out of his shell and introduced a new world for him. I also see them bond for their love of nature, helping others, art and self-expression not to mention teach each other some important things. Sam to help Jazz enjoy being a kid and Jazz help Sam plan and think things through better. I also see them rock out to Death Metal and rock together🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

Tends to make a personal psychoanalysis on the people around her, including her family.

Similar to OG Jazz's Bearbert Einstein bear, my Jazz has one based on Erik Erikson(8 stages of psychosocial development), Bearick Bearickson. Also has another based on his wife Joan Erickson who was a huge contribution for the stages, even making a 9th stage about experience new challenges with continued aging and incorporates all the previous 8 stages🐻🧸 They help her with stress and moral support. She named a lot of her stuffies based on psychologists and philosophers.

What do u think? How would u rewrite Jazz? I'd love to know💖

[preraphaelitepunk]

Fictober Day 17: The Love Language of Scarves

Prompt #17: There is just something about them

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley

Rating: Teen (a little bit of cursing)

Warnings: None

On AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/20843936/chapters/50118575

Love can be shown in countless different ways: a touch on the shoulder, a warm smile, time spent together, tasks taken on to save someone else the bother, little gifts, actually saying it out loud, cuddles, kisses, more . . . vigorous activities. After his great falling out with Heaven (to be distinguished from an actual Fall from Heaven), Aziraphale had enjoyed trying out all the methods with Crowley. He was aiming for a nice mix, though he tended mostly toward words, touches, and smiles. Crowley, though, had always been consistent, for millennia: he showed his love with acts and gifts. Words came harder for him, though practice was slowly easing the way.

“Ready for lunch, angel?” The bookshop’s bell jingled as the door swung closed behind Crowley.

Putting on his coat, Aziraphale said, “Indeed. You’re looking particularly lovely today, my darling.”

“Vile flatterer. I thought angels were supposed to be truthful.”

“I may be guilty of downplaying your appearance, but not of flattery. You look absolutely ravishing.” He enjoyed the faint blush creeping up the other’s sharp cheekbones.

As Aziraphale joined him, Crowley said, far too casually, “Oh, by the way, this is for you.” He handed Aziraphale a tissue-paper-wrapped package. It had tiny silver sparkles embedded in the paper, and was tied with a cream ribbon.

“How lovely, dear. Thank you!” Aziraphale kissed him on the cheek. “Shall I open it now?”

“If you like. Doesn’t matter.”

It was a scarf, in the lightest, most delicate wash of blue. Obviously hand knit, though by someone with enough skill and patience to coax the slender yarn into a pattern of lace that evoked intricate stylized fans, or possibly wings. Judging from the texture, it was cashmere, possibly with some silk blended in.

“It’s gorgeous, darling! I love it.” Aziraphale gave him one of his special smiles, the warmth and joy he reserved just for Crowley. “Wherever did you find it?”

Crowley shrugged, his cheeks reddening a bit more. “Dunno. Just picked it up on the high street somewhere, thought you might like it.”

“Hand knits on the high street? You simply must show me the shop, darling. Usually they only have mass-market stuff, or cheaper hand-made crafts. This must have cost a fortune.”

“Er. Not really. Just a few pounds.”

Aziraphale trusted Crowley implicitly, but he knew utter tosh when he heard it. “Now, I certainly don’t believe that, my dear. It takes hours to finish a scarf, especially a lace pattern like this. Then there’s the quality of the material — cashmere and silk do not come cheaply, poppet, and something this size must have required several skeins. Materials costs alone were probably fifty pounds, to say nothing of labor.” He didn’t mention the emotion emanating off the scarf: it was radiating love, knitted into the fabric like dog hair, though Aziraphale had to admit that wasn’t the most poetic of similes. Dog hair did lodge everywhere, though, and was impossible to get out, so the comparison seemed valid, if inelegant.

Crowley shifted on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Probably from a sweatshop, then. Drastically underpaid slave labor, hideous working conditions, fast fashion ruining the planet. Good choice for a demon.”

“You know that’s not true, Crowley. I’d be able to feel it if it were.”

Crowley heaved a sigh. “All right, fine, angel. You got me. I made it. Are you happy now?”

“Exceedingly. But I had no idea you knit, dear.”

“’S good stress relief. When I start to worry.” He smiled reassuringly at the wounded-sounding “oh” from Aziraphale and continued, “And I like the yarn. Winding a skein into a ball by hand is soothing, like meditation or something. And the skeins: there is just something about them. They’re like fuzzy, soft little pets. Except you don’t have to feed them, or yell at them like with plants. They’re easy. Pretty.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. I’m glad you find it helpful, love, but you know you can always talk to me when you’re worried.”

“I know, angel.” Crowley took his hand and squeezed. “It’s just, sometimes you need something that you can do for yourself.”

“I understand.” Lifting their hands, Aziraphale pressed his lips to the soft, precious skin on the inside of Crowley’s wrist. “But please remember I’m always here whenever you need me, no matter what, no matter why. Wherever did you learn to knit?”

“In Hell. I was stuck down there cooling my heels — you know how it was, they’d call you down there for an update and then they’d be too busy to meet with you, keep you hanging around for yonks — and I got bored. Hastur taught me.”

Aziraphale tried to imagine the Duke of Hell with knitting needles and fuzzy skeins of yarn. He failed. “Hastur. The one with the filthy mac and the rather unfortunate smell of, um, manure?”

“That’s the bunny. Be funny if there were another Hastur running around, but as far as I know there’s just the one.”

“One is quite enough, dear.”

“Good point. He’d made a big black scarf for Ligur, and said it helped him. Focusing on something simple that you can control, and doing one tiny thing correctly over and over again. You can see your progress, your success. It makes a nice change from the rest of life in Hell, certainly. Anyway, he said it was good for handling stress, and suggested I try it. I was certainly stressed, so I did. And I liked it.

“Er, forgive me, dear heart, but I’m having a bit of difficulty imagining a knitting circle in Hell.”

“Nah, fiber arts are pretty popular, but you’re right: people don’t think it fits with the whole ‘big, scary demon’ image. We keep it on the down low, but it was kind of ni — er, enjoyable for a bunch of us to get together occasionally and bring out the wool and the booze, catch up on gossip.”

“But why? I can’t imagine there’s much demand for fuzzy scarves and warm sweaters in Hell.”

“You’d be surprised. It’s in the basement, and it gets damp and chilly sometimes. Quite a lot of the time, actually. But not everyone knits. Ligur did really disturbing cross stitch.”

Aziraphale tried to imagine this. “‘Curse this mess,’ that sort of thing?”

“More like ‘I love the sound of screaming in the morning’ or ’Eat a bag of dicks and die, human scum,’” Crowley laughed. “With flowers and skulls in the borders. He said he liked making art by repeatedly stabbing something.”

“I can imagine.”

“Dagon says that’s why she does needle felting. Well, I say ‘needle,’ but I’ve seen her use her teeth when she’s particularly het up. Makes little wool sculptures in anime style, with the hair the Hellhounds shed. The one she made of Beelzebub was classic; pity they burned it on sight.”

Aziraphale couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re jesting, surely.”

“No! Swear to — to Somebody.”

“So what does Beelzebub do?”

“Macrame.”

“What, like plant hangers and wall hangings?”

Crowley shrugged, but his grin was wide. “I guess they like ropes and knots. So did Heaven have a knitting circle?”

The very concept of Gabriel or Michael sitting cozily with their knitting made a heretical giggle bubble up Aziraphale’s throat. “Not likely. I can’t imagine anything so human as that would be encouraged.”

“So no hobbies at all? Gabriel doesn’t collect stamps? Uriel doesn’t make pottery?”

The giggles were getting harder to stifle. “Sandalphon could bake bread. He’d enjoy punching down the dough.”

“Michael could do paper cutting; she’d like using a razor knife.”

“Oh, she definitely would like that. Sharp and precise and unforgiving.” Aziraphale laid his cheek against Crowley’s shoulder. “I don’t have a hobby, either,” he said, a little mournfully.

Crowley made an “ngk” noise and gestured around the bookshop with his free hand. “What do you call all this, then?”

“Oh. But I don’t think that counts, really. I’d like to do more with my hands. Baking, perhaps?”

“Could do. Or,” Crowley gave him a little squeeze, “I could teach you how to knit. Once you’ve learned, you could work on something simple while you’re reading: two birds with one thingie.”

“One stone, I believe.”

“That can’t be right. What do birds want with stones?”

“I don’t think they want much at all with them. I believe you’re supposed to throw the stone at the birds and kill them.”

“Urgh. Hastur probably came up with that one. Two birds with one birdbath, then.”

“Much nicer.”

“‘M not nice. Just don’t see the point in killing birds for no reason.”

“Of course, my dear. My evil, naughty old serpent.”

“Naughty indeed. And don’t forget it.”

“So will you?”

“Teach you to knit? Sure, if you like. But for now,” Crowley sat up and retrieved the scarf from Aziraphale’s lap, wrapping it securely around the angel’s neck and tucking the ends into his coat, “we have a lunch date.”