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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you please give some ideas of habits or hobbies so I can make my characters seem more 'real'? So far I have one that is obsessed with cleaning, one that apologizes too much and one that likes to 'play' with the zombies like they're normal people. I need more 7 of those because there are a lot of characters. Thanks in advance!

No problem. Here is a list a list of common habits and hobbies: 

Warning for the extremely long post! 


Habits: 

- Biting(Lips, nails, gums, etc) 

-Tapping nails/fingers on things

-Humming

-Whistling 

-Twisting/flipping/adjusting hair 

-Clicking their tongue

-Licking or smacking their lips

-Chewing Gum

- Rolling their eyes

-Getting easily distracted

-Talking too loud or too quiet

-Talking too fast or too slow 

-Scratching themselves

-Swearing 

-Always waking up/ going to bed at the same times 

- Over Drinking

-Over eating

-Under drinking/ Forgetting to stay hydrated

-Under eating/ forgetting to eat

-Over spending or refusing to spend money 

-Over using media/ technology 

-Cracking Knuckles, neck or back

-Talking to themselves

-Smoking

-Not holding eye contact/ Prolonged eye contact 

-Lying

-Procrastinating 

-Making/breaking promises

-Rambling

–Constantly repeating yourself 

-Forgetting who you told what

-Slouching or having good posture

-Can’t focus

-Easily getting into fights

-Being rude or overly polite 

-spitting 

-Exaggerating

-eavesdropping

-bragging 

-Being late, on time or early always

-Clearing their throat

-Fidgeting with themselves or other things

-Grinding your teeth.


That’s all I can think of at the moment for that but there are literally hundreds more. 


Hobbies: 

-Sports(Playing or watching: Soccer, football, baseball, dance, Ice-skating,golf, bowling,tennis,volleyball,water-polo, swimming, Gymnastics,etc)

-”Extreme sports” (BMX racing, Street Racing, boat/jetski racing, wake-boarding, water/snow skiing, snowboarding, bungee jumping, sky diving, etc)

-music(Listening, singing, playing an instrument, writing music or lyrics.) 

-Drawing

-Painting

-writing

-makeup (Watching/doing normal, glam or fx makeup) 

-Cinema(Watching, collecting, criticizing, creating, etc) 

-Reading

-Collecting things(Commonly: Toys, rocks/minerals, boxes, bottles, cars, weapons,stamps, coins, snow-globes, magnets,shot-glasses, etc)

-Video, card or board games(Watching, playing, making) 

-Exercising(Swimming, running, jogging, hiking, weight lifting, climbing, etc) 

-Gardening

-Crafting(Sewing, knitting, crocheting, metal work, making jewelry, wood working, weaving, etc) 

-taking care of animals

-cleaning up the environment 

-Costume Design/Fashion (Making or collecting)

-Theater(Acting, watching, or technical)

-Cars/motorcycles, bikes, other mechanical items(Fixing, collecting, etc) 

- Nail art

-Hair Styling

-Cooking or Baking

-Exploring Nature (Hiking, camping, picnicking, etc) 

-Martial Arts/Self defense classes

-Meditation 

-Yoga

-Fighting 



That’s all I can think of for that right now, but again, there are so many more out there, this is just a general, common list. 


I hope that helped, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 

jellibabiz  asked:

“why are you acting like this?” (Love confession?) for Natan

Lucifer scowled off to the side as Natalie hummed around the small convenience store they stopped at their way back to her house, on their way home.

“Hey,” he heard her call from an aisle, her voice tilting over the artificial music filling the shop.

She turned the corner to face him then, a large pair of sunglasses with bedazzled flames fanning out from the sides sitting on her face, and somehow they matched her crooked smile. Her hands were held up in a mock salute, and he abandoned her there, storming down an empty section with her laughter chasing him.

It felt too temporary, too fragile. Natalie, being back to Natalie so quickly. He was terrified that he would turn the aisle again to find her cowering, afraid of him. Afraid of the monster. But every time he did, she was holding up just another souvenir. A shot glass, a post card, a bobble head of someone wearing a hockey jersey. It was so startlingly normal that he felt raw with the vulnerability, his lips chapped with confessions and truths that he wasn’t ready to tell her.

(She was somehow, somehow the same, despite everything he had put her through.)

In the end, she picked out a snow globe that rained iridescent glitter down on an antique town when she shook it. If she closed her eyes, she could practically taste the snow on her tongue when she did.

(“Close your mouth, kid.” Lucifer had told her, but she couldn’t. Not now, not when there was so much left in her life she needed to see and do. She had never been so aware of all the sensations of life around her.)

Lucifer sat in the bus seat across from her, his mouth pulled tight into a scowl as he watched patches of business and buildings and concrete forests whisk by in a blur. Eventually the city ended, breaking away into clumps of forests and trails that ended nowhere except in adventure.

A wooden sign in the distance read, “Trail To Nothing” in bold, hand painted letters that had faded from years of exposure, and Natalie was scrambling to her feet, practically shouting her plea for the bus driver to stop, and he did.

Lucifer followed Natalie down the stairs of the bus, her eyes wide as she took in the countryside, fingers ghosting over the sign that made her want to stop. The wood was weathered smooth, and she slid her snow globe into the pocket of her jacket before she followed the path into the woods, the air around them thick with oncoming rain and something sweeter.

She stepped into the grown over path, chasing an ending she didn’t know, and Lucifer went with her. Heavy branches laden with summer leaves closed over them, the greens so dark and rich it looked as if the whole forest had been dipped in paint.

(It smelled like living. Oxygen hanging off every inch of the trail, and life saturating the cracks.)

Natalie was enraptured by everything, her eyes ravenous as she took it all in, every detail and plant and color offered along the way. She didn’t blink for fear she would miss something she would never see again. They walked slowly, creeping with the sunset that baptized the forest in oranges and pinks that swirled like marble across Natalie’s skin.

Eventually, they reached the end. Nothing. The path ended anticlimactically with a barren rock that lead into a drop off, the only view being more gray shale rocks littered across the ground. An old park bench sat facing the open path, the cast iron arms turned brown and splotchy with age, and the wooden slates bleached and green.

It creaked ominously when Natalie sat down, but she patted the seat next to her anyways, and Lucifer sunk into it without protest. He watched her silently, afraid to break the carefully constructed quiet still lingering between them, and Natalie’s lips turned down into a slight frown that sent fear spiking through Lucifer’s veins.

Her voice was heartbreakingly quiet when she asked, “Why are you acting like this? All quiet, and broody?” She let her hand cover his on the bench, and her skin was warm in a way that sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. Alive.

He sat for a moment, drinking in the humid air like wine, “You died, Natalie.” He fought against the crack that built in the back of his throat, “I thought, that was it – I mean, you were gone.”

“I’m here, Lucifer. I’m whole.” She let go of his hand to catch a leaf blowing in the wind. A finger traced the raised veins on the violently green underside, and her face was gentle to match her touch in a way that made his chest ache in the sweetest way possible.

“I love you.” The words were nothing more than a whisper, as if he was sharing a secret with the wind.

Natalie let out a breathless noise of shock, the words seeping into her mind like sunshine as disbelief bloomed across her features. Lucifer tilted towards her on the bench, holding her face in his hands. The leaf between her fingers was stolen away by a breeze when his rough thumbs swept a gentle, tilting rhythm over her cheekbones, tracing all the words he couldn’t say into her skin, and Natalie closed her eyes, unafraid of missing anything.

Then, Lucifer kissed her. It tasted like rain.

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Bets and drinking games

Summary:The reader and the boys take the night off

Word Count: 1233

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none except maybe drinking

A/N: This was a little thing that I thought of and thought would be cute haha hope you like it :)


“Ten bucks says he comes running in with his pistol”

“20 says it’s a blade” Sam returned the bet with smugness

“Ok Deal…. DEANNNN!!!!” you screamed so loud and with such pain that anyone would think you were really in trouble

You both listened for footsteps and heard them come running down the hall as fast as they could carry them. They stopped just short of the room before Dean swung round the corner to attack whatever was hurting you.

“Hah cough it up Sammy” you chuckled

Sam slid the money over to you with a pout on his face. Dean stood in the doorway confused as he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck.

“God Dammit, what’s going on?” he yelled

“Chill Deano, it was just a little bet, I’m heading out” you spoke as you slapped him on the chest and headed out of the kitchen

20 minutes later you returned with a bunch of beer, whiskey and loads of food. You placed them in the kitchen before heading into the library to find the boys back at research. You smiled at them as you entered the room.

“Got a surprise for both of you in the kitchen” you grinned watching as they both looked at each other before getting up.

They walked into the kitchen eyes wide at all the food and alcohol, Sam started picking at the pile looking at little disappointed till he found his favourite rabbit food as Dean would call it, you laughed at his reaction as you watched from the other end of the table. Dean had already opened packets of sweets and was attacking the crisps.

“Dean why don’t you get the glasses so we can have a drink” you spoke with a secret grin

He nodded while stuffing more food into his mouth as he turned and headed over to the cupboard. You watched as his mouth dropped open and he became a five-year child, he turned to face you with such happiness across his face as he pulled the hidden pie out of cupboard and split open the lid. Sam laughed at his older brother and how a small pie can change his behaviour so much. You got up laughing along and grabbed the glasses yourself seeing as Dean had forgotten them. You poured all three of you a drink and handed the glasses to them.

“What’s all this for then Y/N?” Sam asked as he nibbled

“Well I thought we could use it, we’ve all been so stressed with Amara, I thought it would be good to relax and not think about it for a night”

Dean watched as you sipped your drink and broke off a piece of chocolate. You’d been his rock over the past few weeks you were always there for him no matter when or where, he didn’t realise till now how grateful he was for you, he didn’t know what he’d do without you. A bright smile shone across your face as you laughed with Sam, he felt butterflies in his stomach.

“Dean you ok?” you questioned at eye green man that sat staring at you

“Hmm oh yeah why don’t we go play a few drinking games” he smirked

You all agreed and set up shots glasses and playing cards.

“Tell you what Sam, 50 bucks says I can drink Dean under the table” you joked

“Oh come on guys stop placing bets on me” Dean groaned

“You’re on” Sam chipped up believing that this was one bet he couldn’t loose, having watched Dean drink all his life.

2 hours later and Sam was sprawled across the crouch barely able to move while you and Dean continued to play. You were feeling pretty drunk by now but you were determined not to lose this bet so you continued to drink. Dean’s hand kept grazing along your knee every time it was his turn sending sparks up your leg. Being with the brothers over the past few years had been the best time of your life, Sam was your best friend, you too would do everything together, Dean however was something more, you had developed a crush just before the thing with Amara started. Knowing he wouldn’t feel the same you didn’t tell him, instead you pushed it down pretended like everything was normal, you’d gotten very good at that over the years. Suddenly Dean shot up, his face a pale colour as he dashed towards the bathroom. You laughed out loud as you swayed to get up. You crawled over to Sam on the couch and slapped him on the stomach causing him to groan.

“Hey lightweight, pay up you lost” you slurred

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the money handing it over to you as he rolled over, before he turned back with a confused look on his face. You sat on the floor counted your cash with a drunken grin.

“Wait Dean actually lost, is he ok?”

You looked up at the worried look on Sam’s face.

“Ah man, ill check on him” you spoke as you climbed to your feet gripping the couch to hold you up.

Walking down the hall you felt yourself sway more, alcohol taking an effect now you had stood up. Stumbled down towards the bathroom, on your way you looked into Dean’s room. He was sat on his bed his face in his hands. You walked over him before collapsing onto the bed next him.

“What’s up Dean, sad you lost to a girl” you giggled, he didn’t reply

You were getting worried now, you placed your hand on his back and tried to peer behind his fingers

“Seriously Dean what’s wrong your worrying me now” you spoke gently

He lifted his head up and sighed.

“I can’t do it anymore Y/N”

“Can’t do what Dean”

“I can’t pretend like this, I can’t pretend I don’t have feelings for you”

“wait what did you say?” you spoke with confusion, trying to work out if Dean had really just said those words or if it was the alcohol. He turned to look you in the eyes, his green ones making your heart flutter. He grabbed your hands.

“Y/N I like you, I know you have a thing for Sam….”

“Hold on who said I have a thing for Sam?” you questioned

“Well I just assumed your both so close and you’re always betting on me” Dean slurred

“You’re an idiot, Sam’s my best friend” you laughed “I like you Dean”

Deans face dropped he never expected those words to come out your mouth. You smiled at him your heart racing

“Bet you, you can’t kiss me” you smirked at him, his face lit up as he smirked back

“I think your about to lose some money” he winked as he lent forward into a gentle soft kiss, his lips pressed against yours was the best feeling in the world to you, you craved more from him. Your hands ran through his short hair, his on your waist pulling you closer. His tongue ran along your lip waiting for an entrance you opened your mouth to allow him in, letting him into your whole world. Pulling away when you both gasping for air, you placed your head on his forehead and looked deep into his eyes.

“That was one bet worth losing” you smiled

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