"Are you even listening to me?" A growl awaken you from your dreaming and you noticed the older man's steel grey eyes looking stricly down on you.
"Y-yes, sir!" You finally managed to stand up and give him a proper answer.
"Finally. Come to my office after you're done with this, I need to think about your punishiment." You kept your head down the whole time he was talking and only silently saluted to him as he turned and started to walk away.
When you noticed the small figure slowly vanishing out of your sight, you exhaled a deep breath and dropped on the ground. You didn't like being scolded like this. Not by anyone but especially not by this man. You tried so hard to look good i
That was all. Forty-two minutes and nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
You were trapped. Trapped on a cargo spaceship whose engines had failed. You, the crew; everyone on board was doomed. You were careening into a boiling sun with only forty-two minutes to spare. But you weren't worried.
You had him.
The Oncoming Storm.
The last of the Time Lords.
"______?" He called out your name in that familiar accent, snapping you out of your trance. "Bring the TARDIS key!"
"Why?" You responded. That key had been your security blanke
"Not quite. Perhaps, I might elaborate later." Sephiroth stood from his seat and walked over to you and Yuffie. He was wearing a mischievous grin in his face as he took your hand. "You are ready, aren't you?"
"Oh gee, here he goes. Trying to be all cool and stuff. Just get in the closet already Sephiroth." Yuffie started shoving you both. "And don't even think about trying anything funny while you're in there. I'll whoop you if you do, you know I can." She had shoved you both all the way into the closet. "Now, I'll see you in seven minutes, don't make me come in here
You swirled your hand around in the hat until something pricked your thumb. "Ouch, what the heck?" Lifting the small item out of the hat you recognized it as Cloud's earring. "Hey Cloud, I got your item, lucky you huh?"
"Yeah, lucky me." Cloud stood up, sighed and walked over to you. "Lets get this over with already." He took the earring from you and placed it back on his ear.
"Come on Cloud, why do you have to be such a downer?" Yuffie tugged at his arm, leading him in the direction of the closet. "Can't you just have fun for once?" She shoved Cloud in the closet with you. "Now don't be all boring or I won't let you out. See you in seven!" She gave you both a bright smile and shut the door tight.
Cloud sighed. "I'm really not interested. I have better things I could be doing today."
"Don't be so boring Cloud. This'll be fun." Tifa nudged him. "Besides, if you were really busy you wouldn't have come."
"I think it'll be great. What's seven minutes in heaven? Never mind, I'll play, let's shut get this show on the road already." Reno pumped his fist up and down excitedly.
"You're out numbered Cloud, so you just have to deal with it." Yuffie smiled wide and hopped down from the table. "Okay, now everyone put your items into this hat, then we can start playing."
"I'm not sure why, but I have a bad feeling about this." Aerith sighed.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
You placed your hand inside the bag. Something flat, and round was at the top of the pile. Not wanting to take up anymore time, you chose that. “It's, a frisbee?”
“Yes it's a frisbee.” Axel snatched the toy from your hand. “What's the matter with that? These things are pretty cool.” He held the toy close to his chest defensively.
You placed your hand inside the hat and felt around for a moment. Something soft brushed across your fingers. After lifting it out of the hat, you noticed it was a ribbon very similar to the one Aerith had in her hair. “Um, is this yours Aerith?”
“Nope, it's mine.” Zack practically launched off the couch and ran up to you. “I figured all girls like ribbons, so I put that in there as a gift to whomever picked it.” He had a huge grin on his face. “This is going to be awesome.”
“Maybe for you it will be. But I feel sorry for her. You're so hyper Zack, just try not to kill her in there okay?” Yuffie led you both to the clo
This is the minor character sheet, full of things that might be useful to know about minor cast members. There is another, much longer sheet for main characters. These are all geared toward protagonists, but can be applied to villains too.
Text in [brackets] is just for clarification of how to answer the preceding question. Also, since I hate writing "him or her" and I will not write "they" when the subject is singular, I am assuming masculinity in my clarifications. You'll erase them when you fill it out anyway, so the sheet works for either gender.
So! without further ado!
Full name: [While useful to have, the last name is not always necessary, depending on if the character will ever be addressed by a title or in full.]
Title: [If the character
"We welcome you, Lady [name]," the butler bowed and held out his hand to help you down from the carriage.
"Th..thank you," you blushed nervously as the handsome man took your hand. You stepped down and sheepishly let go while looking down hoping the hat you wore covered your face.
"Welcome," the Earl greeted your mother as she too stepped down with the help of his butler.
"This is such a beautiful place, isn't it, [name]?" your mother asked you.
"Oh yes, very beautiful," you looked up to see her blue eyes sparkling. Her eyes were the same as yours only she was much taller. What was amusing is the fact she was taller than the butler. This made you happy to be done growing. A man likes a woman he can hold to his che
You didn't take any time to think, just picked a number at random. “Um, three?”
“Wow, you're good.” Surprised you'd been able to guess her number, she looked at you with a look of amazement on her face. “Well, that means you get to go next.” Yuffie smiled and took your hand in hers, leading you to the center of the room. “Good luck, hope you get someone awesome.”
“Me too Yuffie, me too.” You placed your hand inside the hat and began to feel around. Something tough and cold got your attention. You lifted it out of the hat to find it was a piece of leather. “I'm really not sure who this might belong to. A lot of you guys wear leather for some reason.”
“I'm quite sure it belongs to me.” Noctis st
(S/N) – Shortened Name
(M/N) – Middle Name
(F/I) – First Initial
(Since I’ve never done a reader insert, I just wanted to make sure everyone understands my inserts)
Sherlock was lying across the green couch as usual, his icy blue eyes staring straight up at the ceiling but his body never moving an inch. John was in his own chair, flipping through a newspaper when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He retrieved his mobile from the depths of his pants pocket and read the text message that was waiting for him.
“Back in town, meet me at the coffee shop in 5 –(F/I)W”
A smile slowly formed across John’s caring face. He stood up and grabbed his coat, slipping it on and backing out the door.
“I’m going out,” he called to Sherlock before he shut the door. Sherlock paid no attention to John as he continued to lie silently on the couch.
You looked around the shop as you sat at a table near the window, wa
“Careful there Yuffie. You keep jerking that thing around, you're going to disqualify half of the guys here.” After walking up to where Yuffie was, you placed your hand inside the overly full hat and started feeling around. “Dang, who knew we had so many good looking guys around here. I guess any item will do.” The item you chose was a small heart shaped bean pillow with a X stitched through it. “Um, this, this is rather, creative.”
“It's a metaphor, I'm sure you're familiar with the play “Loveless” am I correct?” Genesis stood to his feet an waltzed over to you. “I actually created
“Hey, Sweetie, how was camp?” a familiar voice calls to you and captures you in a loving hug.
“Hey Mom, I missed you. It was great—probably the best year ever, actually,” you say, grinning to her. Your stomach then speaks for you, telling your mom what you are thinking.
“Well, I see that you haven’t changed at all since you left,” she laughs. “Go wash up; I made your favorite.”
You stride into the kitchen and wash your hands. Look
Scattered pages and dusty old books filled the study in a cluttered mess as Andromeda Sparkle slept among the debris of her own handiwork. Unconscious after a long night of work, her mind only left dreamland when the amber beams of the rising sun shone on her face. With a groan, she slowly rose to her feet, heavy eyelids still drooping. Various loose documents clung to her face as she stood, unnoticed by her until their delicate forms slipped from her lavender cheeks and fluttered towards the blanket of weathered volumes that lay on the floor around her. Once the blur of sleep had finally faded, she turned to see the silhouette of her mom standing against the wall across the room, following a disarrayed chain of manuscripts as if casually searching for survivors.
Twilight Sparkle hadn’t turned the corner yet, but once she did, the purple mare wouldn’t be able to recognize the room. Andromeda’s expression burned from embarrassm
It was late at night a and you were trying to sneek into your room that you shared with the other girls as quietly as possible to not wake them up.
"[Name]? Is it you? Where have you been?" A calm voice spoke from the dark.
"M-Mikasa? H-How come you don't sleep yet?" You asked nervously as you tried to change the theme, but Mikasa wasn't dumb, she could feel your sudden unease and your trembling voice wasn't very convincing, too.
"I've noticed that you always dissapear after dinner and then come back around this tim-" Before she could even finish the sentence, she was interrupted by another person.
"Shut up, the two of you!" Annie. She normally barely talked and you couldn't be more grateful for such a perfect timing. You absolutely weren't prepared for answe
“Oh hush Yuffie. You should have known no one was going to run up here.” You gave her a flat look as you began searching for an item. The small hat was filled to the brim with different objects. Afraid things would spill onto the floor of you even tried to place your hand inside, you just picked something from the top. It was a very crudely made weapon. It seemed to be made out of bone, or a tusk from a large animal. “This is actually pretty neat.”
“I made it. It's the h
Words are like sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. - Robert Southey
Prose is architecture, not interior decorating. - Ernest Hemingway
Writing style is made up of two things: cadence and variation.
Good style is clear, readable, and invisible. Its purpose is not to attract attention to itself but to transport readers into the world of your story. If your readers notice your style without purposefully intending to study it, your style needs to be improved and refined. Good style, however, is transparent so that your readers simply see the characters and world of your story rather than the words you use to portray them.
To write with cadence simply means that your writing should sound natural. If it sounds right to you, it probably is--but if it doesnt sound right,