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How to make a character's death sadder

 Don’t have them die of old age after a long, fulfilling life. Many people don’t even think of this as sad (note that this can still work if you have enough of the other factors).

 Leave one of their major goals unfinished. The more enthusiastic they are about completing the goal, the sadder.

 Give them strong relationships with other characters.

 Make them fight against whatever is causing their death. Their ultimate loss is sadder if they struggle.

 Kill them in the middle of their character arc.

 Don’t describe their funeral in detail. Maybe it’s just me, but I find that long descriptions of funerals kill the sadness.

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when I'm dead and gone, will they sing about me? when I'm dead and gone, will they scream my name?

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           Cute dorky neighbor boy who buys you pizza: MARRY HIM.

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couple with height differences but get this: the younger one is the taller one

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how about a “our asshole mutual friends set us up on a blind date and didn’t tell us it was a blind date, so instead of getting to know each other we spent the entire ‘date’ scheming against them and decided an awesome way to get back at them would be to pretend to date and then have a horrendous breakup but now that we’re two months into this charade we’re not sure what’s real and what’s fake anymore” au

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important ship question: who wears the “if found, please return to [name]” shirt and who wears the “i am [name]” shirt

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i think it’s so cute when games are like “sometimes stealth is the best option you don’t have to kill everything in the room” like bless ur heart game but everything in this room is goING TO DIE

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Fangirl Challenge: 7 Heartbreaking Scenes/Moments | Barney and his dad (HIMYM)

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"I hate him," she swears. And her hands clench into fists, so tight that the nails create little crescent shapes in her palms. "I hate him," she promises. And her hands shake so violently she has to steady herself. "I hate him," she repeats. Once, twice, three times. "I hate him." But even a stranger could see by the fire in her eyes that she does not hate him. A passerby could take her hands and the little crescent shaped marks and see his name scrawled into her skin. She does not hate him. But she wants to, oh she wants to.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91 (via pleatee1x1)

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My goal is to keep my head on shoulders and my feet on the ground. Any constructive criticism I always take advantage of.