Here’s some considerations for the tiny little details that can add a lot to a character. Figuring out these mannerisms can do a lot for conveying character traits through their normal actions rather than just their thoughts, dialogue, etc.
How’s their posture? There are more options than just sitting up straight or slouching a lot. What’s their most comfortable sitting position? Do they have a consistent posture or does it change depending on situation / present company?
How’s their etiquette? Do they hold the door for people behind them? How do they handle handshakes and other kinds of typical contact? Does their language change or become more formal when speaking to strangers? To their elders? To their superiors?
In a crowded space, do they get out of people’s way, or do people get out of THEIR way?
How do they point something out? Pointing their finger? Nodding their head? A flippant wave of the hand?
What are their comfort gestures or self-touch gestures? Common comfort gestures include rubbing the back of the neck or gripping their own arms. Can they suppress these gestures or do they do them often?
Also consider the character’s common reactions to common emotions. Do they whoop when they’re excited? Do they tremble when angry?
What parts of the body are the most expressive? Do they shuffle and stomp their feet a lot when agitated or excited? Are they a hand talker? Do they have an impressive range of motion with their eyebrows?
How do they sound? Do their car keys jingle as they walk? Do they drag their feet? Do their heels clack resoundingly on hard floors? Do they breathe loudly? Do they fidget in ways that make a lot of noise?
How do they handle eye contact?
Any behaviors they reserve for moments when they’re alone? (Or possibly among family/friends that don’t care?) Do they pick their nose? Do they bite their toenails? Do they sniff their armpits? Or do they not care if people see behavior like this?
Apart from comfort gestures, what else do they do to comfort themselves in trying times? What’s their go-to self care? What’s their comfort food? Where’s their safe space?
What are they doing with themselves as they’re suppressing emotion? Lip biting, fist clenching, and avoiding eye contact are common methods of coping with strong emotions.
Tagged by: Not tagged per say but I thought it looked a bit interesting ( @starwrittenfates ) (The picture thing wouldn't work so I picked a picture which I felt represented me best. Arthur being mauled by a bear. Am I the She-Bear or Arthur who knows? Perhaps both in an eternal struggle within myself)
Tagging: I don't have anyone to tag so....
What is it about anonymously poking fun at others and making them feel shitty for what they enjoy/have created that is enjoyable for people? Does toxicity and negativity really make you feel better? Does it make you smile? Do you enjoy seeing a small fandom dwindling because the members no longer feel welcome?
Everyone who creates and contributes to the HL fandom in any positive way should feel so proud of themselves for helping to bolster the community. A nice comment on a post or a reblog with gushing tags means so much.
Nothing nice to say? Keep your miserable thoughts to yourself.
It's easy to say to 'just block' a blog or tags, but you're delusional if you think an obviously targeted post won't make its way back to that person. People talk.
The lack of empathy is astounding.
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Making his way over to a panel he managed to pry the bent thing open and flip a few breakers that turned on the lights. Better than sitting in the dark. "That should have the water running for a shower." Or at least he hoped that there was still water, and the thing hadn't sprung a leak, but the lights were green, so it looked good. Now for that live wire... he flipped a few breakers and switched to find the right one to get that shut off. "I expect a clean uniform or two in the bunks."
Continued from X
"You brought a man-eating parasite onto the ship?"
"It wasn't my life. I was implanted with an artificial personality based on memory recordings of General MacCallan's son who was killed in the war. There was enough of his brain left." Barely. And pieces of it at that. "Everything looks strange to me now, as if I don’t belong here. I'm afraid it’s me that’s out of place." His eyes tracked her movements as she paced. Sometimes a good way to expend nervous energy, but as of now it was a waste. She ought to be resting. "I only need to be certain you get into the right officials' hands, and they will do the right thing." That however may be a very complicated thing to accomplish with the doctor in the way.
Continued from X
Seeing as she was finished, he took his turn getting cleaned up and changed, returning to the main hab of the ship once done. "I believe that I can repair the ship." If need be then they could leave this planet and report to their respective colonies once they managed to get out of this place. However, there was a thud outside the ship. One of those creatures squealing. Stirring up a right storm. Opening up the blinds he spotted two of them. Both fighting over the bodies of the soldiers, ripping them apart and trying to devour as quickly as possible. Thankfully the windows were tinted, and they could not see inside, but he had never seen these before. What were they? Why were they here now?
Continued from X
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