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favorite childhood game.

Darcy’s favorite childhood game growing up was tic tac toe. She would play with her sisters and the stakes got higher as they got older. Because her family was running a business, family game nights were not a thing in the Merritt household. Therefore, she occupied her time with other means of play. Enter the game of x’s and o’s.

During elementary school, Darcy would play the game normally. Growing up in a motel business didn’t exactly provide Darcy with many friends, so she would play with her sisters when they were bored. At this age, winning was purely for bragging rights. Occasionally, they would bet little things, such as sparkly pencils, scented stickers, or butterfly clips.

In middle school, the bets got a little heavier. The girls would bet their chores. The loser ended up doing triple chores for that day, sometimes even that week. Sometimes, they would compete in a tic tac toe competition and the winner got to pick the movie for movie night. Objects were still betted on, though this time around it was CDs, snacks, and the occasional concert ticket.

High school, the game took an interesting turn. It became Dare Tac Toe at that point. The loser of the round had to perform a dare, and as the Merritt sisters got older and more mature, the dares became increasingly humiliating as well. Dares included knocking on a motel guest’s door in their underwear, flash a guest through their window, or steal the family car and go on a joyride. The Merritt sisters were undoubtedly punished if they were caught by their parents, which only made the game more fun.

These days, Darcy doesn’t play the game much. She has no reason to. However, she does often think about the fun she had with her sisters playing tic tac toe, before the family crumbled. It’s one of the few feel good memories she has left with her, Ramona, and Maeve together.

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character superlatives.

If your character won three superlatives, what would they be and why?

Most Likely to Travel the World This one seems like the most obvious superlative for someone like Darcy. It’s obvious that she doesn’t stay in one place for very long. Since going on the run, Darcy visited such unique little towns, mostly hidden gems and off the beaten path. She struggled with the idea of hiding in bigger cities, and therefore, stuck to the towns that genuinely aren’t found on a map because of how small they were. Never staying in one place for more than two weeks, maybe three at most, Darcy became a bit of a seasoned traveler. This superlative genuinely fits with the kind of lifestyle Darcy has.

Most Likely to Survive Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Due to her runaway lifestyle, Darcy has a hard time making friends. She has trust and abandonment issues, stemming from when her father gave up her older sister Maeve to a loan shark in exchange for the family debt to be wiped clean. Since then, Darcy can’t bring herself to trust people, or even open up to people. Therefore, when it comes to suspicious people, places, and things, she tends to not get involved. She doesn’t stick her nose where it doesn’t belong, preferring to just keep to herself.

Most Likely to Marry a Fictional Book Character It’s no secret that Darcy has a soft spot for books. The bookstore is her favorite place in the entire world. She spent so much time inside, that she was offered a job. She reads every chance she gets, no matter what genre. Her favorite book is Pride & Prejudice, a book her mom would read to her as she was growing up. This book is also the reason behind Darcy’s name. She would be offered this superlative based on her intense love of reading alone. It’s one of her favorite hobbies, and a huge part of what makes her who she is.

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bold what applies to your muse || author edition.

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, chocobo rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret

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Pick five songs for your muse’s playlist and describe the importance of each song.

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LAND OF GODS & MONSTERS ⮕ thoth

thoth is an ancient egyptian deity. the god of the moon, wisdom, writing, hieroglyphs, science, magic, art, and judgment. he served as the scribe of the gods. griffin is wearing a golden bird-like mask with a deep blue hooded cloak, perfect for anonymity at the gala.

his uncle boris arrives dressed as the sheriff.

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