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WTW Tarot Prompts - The Devil

I barely survived her the first time. There has always been this magnetic draw to her, a temptation I have never understood. I have hated her, loved her, mourned with her and laughed with her. When she is gone from me, I do not recall all the bad times, only the good. It draws me in every time.

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[ruinedqueenwriter]

The Kiss Of Death

Genre: Horror, Fantasy

Themes: Death, Sacrifice, Immortality

Summary: As Portia mourns the death of her beloved father, she finds that there is a grotesque creature that wants to devour her. This creature was created her by own dark desires and the only way to defeat it is to sacrifice someone dear to her.

Excerpt:

Those silvery things returned to me in my dream. Whispering. I understood their whispers now. They were still speaking in their strange, ancient language. But for some reason I could now understand their language. They had changed me, altered me. And in that process, tainted me with their essence. I could still feel their poison running through my blood. For that reason, I could now understand them.

The creature you fear is borne from within.

From the black crevice deep within your heart.

It will search for you till the end of time.

It’s sole source of survival is your pain.

Connected to you, a mother to her child.

Destroy the one close to your heart. End her

desire for life. Make her a keeper to

your graveyard, broken dreams and pain

the only corpses. So it can continue

to live. That is your only sad escape.

The white things whispered these words over and over again while I dreamt of time forming gold and red circles while ships sailed into eternity and Queens with a blue eye and an apple for the other eye. Queens that have golden scythes for teeth and tiny men, carrying heavy pawns, walking in single file as her tongue extended itself like a red carpet. They fell off the tip her tongue, falling and being beheaded, their heads transforming into crystal balls that foretell the dark omens of death. Comedy masks corroding to dust while tragedy masks laugh crazily.

I dreamt of Thalia dying, her cheerful happy face falling into a still sadness. Her body split open, blood flying everywhere, and Melpomene rose like a Queen from her dead body. She had a blue eye and an apple for the other eye. All the while, time formed gold and red circles and ships sailed into eternity. When I awoke, I had the words of those silver things engraved in my head.

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WTW TAROT PROMPTS - The Moon

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[glitterandstarshine]

WTW TAROT PROMPTS—THE EMPRESS

Themes: nature, luxury, abundance/fertility, creativity, fulfillment, contentment

Verva loved being outside. Of course, she spent quite a lot of time outdoors, with her family always being on the move, but it was somehow to choose to go outside. Which she did, every chance she got.

She skimmed her fingers along the bark of a tree, feeling the ridges and roughness underneath her fingertips. Birds and squirrels chattered and sang above and all around her, and Verva wished she could join them. As she listened, as she walked, a song grew in her mind. No, not in her mind—in her soul.

She hummed experimentally, trying to match the pitch of the birds, but the sound got stuck in her throat, like it was clogged with molasses candy. She lifted one hand to her throat, feeling the smooth skin there in direct contrast to the tree bark.

Why could she not sing?

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WTW TAROT PROMPTS – 06. THE LOVERS

❖ choice, intuition and logic, duality, love, partnership, friendship

Lucas threw the soggy newspapers into the bin and looked back at Ray, quickly frowning right after. He was hunched over the table, forehead resting in his hand, and looking up at his holoscreen of windows with multiple tabs. He let out a heavy sigh. It was definitely about the upcoming meeting.

He walked over and pulled out a chair for himself, the feeling of his hand patting his back alerting Ray. His eyes darted up at his face, wide and brimming with stress. 

“Look man,” he said, “I get why you’re so worked up about it. But you still need to take your mind off of it--”

“About this?” He quietly groaned, “... Zel’s gonna be in with us. With Uki’eo and handling Sanfasa. Being centre target for the Roi’a.” His voice hitched, “She’s sixteen--she shouldn’t be exposed to this stuff.”

The dark room only grew staler as the silence prolonged. Lucas, looking down at his lap and the holoscreen of messy windows full of tabs, let out a heavy sigh. He was right. She was too young for Initiation, especially for the role of Fool. But Byeol and Koran said that her current Sanfasa levels were reaching a sudden peak, and the next full moon would be the best time for her to join. That they shouldn’t waste such a golden opportunity for the group. And yet…

“I know that,” Lucas bit his lip, “this is a difficult choice for all of us, you know? Hell, I’m still unsure about what to do. And, we don’t know if Zel can-” 

Ray looked at him, “... If she can what?”

He sat there, thinking over the words on the tip of his tongue. The silence tensed around his throat, begging him to not say it. Lucas gulped and shook his head, “... Nevermind.” Standing up, Lucas looked at him with a faint smile, “Let’s just get some sleep. You can think about it better after some rest.”

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[novaemlynlewis]

Ooh, as a witch that is currently learning to use tarot cards, this would be some dope prompts. I'll try to make some. Maybe send an ask for a vote as to which I should tackle?

WELCOME TO WRITEBLR WILL BE STARTING IT’S SIXTH EVENT SOON! Throughout the month of October, you have 22 optional prompts to follow! Based on the Major Arcana, our members have come up with the themes they commonly represent and example prompts that can hopefully inspire you.

Each prompt is optional! AKA you do not need to do all 22 as it can be a lot! You can also pick and choose which cards you’d like to do. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you’d like and do whatever you’d like! Like all past prompt events, the only limit is your imagination.

If you’d like to participate, the full document is here. A transcript can be found under the cut!

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WTW TAROT EVENT—6. THE LOVERS

For this prompt, I chose to focus on romance. I selected a brief snippet near the end of my WIP.

Genre: YA Contemporary Romance

WIP: Glass Butterflies

Word count: 160

Summary: For the first time, Aaron has a good time at a dance.

“By royal decree, as homecoming king of Fairview High, I command you to dance with me again. Unless you’re tired,” K.C said, tapping Aaron’s head with his plastic scepter. A slow country song played, the lyrics about loving someone forever.    

At last year’s dance, Aaron played solitaire in the background. But now, his date asked him to dance. If he danced poorly, his new friends wouldn’t mock him.

“I’d be honored.” Aaron took K.C’s hand. That soft grip tugged him through the crowd.

They stopped. He rested his hands on K.C.’s shoulders. K.C wrapped his arms around Aaron’s waist. Despite the other people, they were in their own world.  

K.C held him closer. “I haven't been this happy in a long time.”  His breath was warm on Aaron’s ear.  Lights bathed the gym in a sepia glow.

“I’m glad we found each other.” Aaron whispered.

K.C kissed his forehead in agreement.

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WTW Tarot Event - Death

Key words:  transformation, rebirth, endings, closure, liberation Theme: Endings WIP: The End of her Reign TW: Major character death. Comments: I’ve only redacted one bit of information in this. However, this isn’t the fact that a major character dies. 

Isueda pretty much lay on top of Nora, her knife deep within Nora’s gut. Both of their breathing was laboured after the lengthy fight. But it had now come to an end. Nora Belle, the woman who always seemed young and immortal, would now welcome death. But first, there was one more thing she had to do.

     ‘The nymph was right. I’ve never been just a woman.’ Her voice was raspy. She sounded like all her years of living were finally catching up to her. ‘So now, I gift to you the ruling of Monsters.’ She coughed, blood spurting onto Isueda’s shocked face. ‘But that’ll make you much more, seeing as you are already the [redacted].’

     There was a pause between them. This was news to the young girl, who had only recently come about her abilities. She didn’t even feel that she had grown into those abilities yet. Isueda breathed shakily. ‘You lie even on your death-bed.’

     ‘Just remember, as we mortal deities must, you will always be sacrificing others for your own gain.’ Nora’s soft fingers pressed gently at Isueda’s spine. She would feel the power drift out of her as she died. Isueda would feel nothing but the lifeless body beneath her as she pushed herself to her feet.

     Though, as she climbed down the building, she felt. . . invulnerable. She wasn’t worried about her foot mis-stepping on a window ledge. She felt graceful, but not at all more powerful. Perhaps she was right, Nora Belle lied after all with that dying breath.

     As she reached the ground, Isueda saw Lucile and Fyk at the treeline, encouraging children to run back to the nearest town. The mansion was on fire behind her. But she kept walking away, sword gripped tightly in her blood-soaked hand.

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WTW Tarot Prompts -- The Fool

beginnings - the first step - risk-taking 

When Oz and Molly realize the world they thought they knew has a few secrets to it

And Oz knew instantly what had caught everyone’s attention as on the screen was a video of a red-haired woman who seemed to be controlling fire with her hands.

“In the midst of the explosion at the Convention Centre, it seems something ground breaking has been revealed: magic is real,” A reporter explained as the video disappeared. “It seems like a hoax, but multiple videos and photos of this woman seem to prove that the world as we know it may be a bit more magical than we think, and the question is who exactly has known about this? More later on…”

Gasps and hushed whispers filled the room as Oz slowly turned to Molly, who had a look of complete disbelief on her face.

Looks like Felicity might have been right after all…

When James decides to take a risk with Constanza

“We’re still recovering, this thing that I did has likely weakened us further,” Constanza bit her lip. “We will not survive another revolution and we could drag the mortal world down with us, that cannot happen.”

“So please,” she lifted her head to meet his, his enemy as calm as the water in a pond as she held out a hand to him. “Will you help me find out who did this?”

And against all of the hard-earned instincts screaming at him to deny her, to push her out of the shop as quickly as possible and lock the door, he found himself taking her hand.

Templates for the tarot card come from this post, special thanks to @austrohungariantumblr whose post during the last WTW event is what led me to this template!

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WTW Tarot Prompts - The Tower

The world should remember that there was life in these stones, that once these walls rang with laughter and the grass echoed with the footfalls of souls lng since past. It stands now as reminder of loss, a momentum of imperial power.

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[ruinedqueenwriter]

The Kiss Of Death

Genre: Horror, Fantasy

Themes: Death, Sacrifice, Immortality

Summary: As Portia mourns the death of her beloved father, she finds that there is a grotesque creature that wants to devour her. This creature was created her by own dark desires and the only way to defeat it is to sacrifice someone dear to her.

Excerpt:

And when I thought I could bear the pain no more, it stopped. I fell hundreds of feet until I hit solid ground. I could not feel anything, My landing should have been painful but I did not feel it. I could not feel anything. Empty. Numb. And I remained there for who knows how long.

In the midst of my apathy, I heard a quiet voice. I did not heed it any attention. It gave me comfort and it's warmth drizzled into the black of my despair like rain on a midsummer's day. Fresh and dewy, it embraced me. It’ light slithering through the cracks in my heart, allowing the dying flowers to blossom anew. A little dirty and broken but still alive.

Eventually, I started to pay attention to the voice. I could only make out some of the words. Love then Believe then Portia. I let the voice nurse my wounds and mend my aches as I lay dying. Reviving me in the wings of a Phoenix.

One day, I finally found the courage to lift up my head. And then on some other day, I finally found the courage to move into a sitting position. Until, at last, I found myself standing on my two feet. Battered and bruised. But still standing.

I looked up. I could see my dad's smiling face staring at me. He opened his mouth and out came words made of gold instead of sound.

Portia. I love you. And I believe you will conquer the world if you don’t allow yourself to loose hope. The gold words melted into each other, changing, transforming, reforming into massive, gold wings. The wings melded into each other to form one whole. They flew down and waited for me to get on them. They felt light as air and their warmth engulfed me, buoyed me into a joy so great that no despair could ever penetrate.

I opened my eyes, gasping for breath. I looked around, fear paralyzing my eyes into wide saucers. I was in my room. My breathing slowed down. I was in my room. I put my hands in front of my face. They were littered with scars. I looked at my arms, my torso, my legs. I was covered in wounds and scars. There was a massive bruise, blue and black, where the thing had punched me. I got up from my bed, feeling dizzy at the motion, and went to check my face. No scars. I checked the calendar on my phone. It was the night of the fashion show. Somehow, I had found my way back to my room. And all that had passed had passed as evident by the wounds on my body but time had remained still and silent.

I glanced out the windows. Those eyes, hundreds and thousands of them, still staring at me. Feeling heavy and tired, I returned to my bed. It was over. At least For now. I instantly crashed into a deep sleep.

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WTW TAROT PROMPTS - The Star

[sometimesnat]

WTW TAROT EVENT—0. THE FOOL

{beginnings, innocence, new energy, potential, idealism, risk-taking}

peel: character introductions

fletcher;

I’m dreaming about Mom again.

It starts like this: I’m flying. Dad is on my left, his hand clamped around my wrist. We smile at each other, the same dazzling, crooked smile that’s gotten us both into our fair share of mischief. Most people say I look more like him than Mom. The same warm, brown skin, delicate features, striking black hair. But I have Mom’s nose. I look at pictures and I swear, you could Photoshop her nose onto my face and there wouldn’t be a difference.

She’s on my right. In the dream, I mean. Her fingers are intertwined with mine, delicate, nails painted emerald green. She’s smiling but she’s crying, and all three of us are horizontal, dazzling comets above pink sherbet clouds. Seems like a cliche, right? Just wait. I’m not finished.

After this, the scene melts into another, you know, the way dreams just shift and slide without warning. We’re still flying, but the sky is dark, all anxious grays and furious dark blues. Lightning branches between clouds and sends enormous cracks through the air.

Mom disappears on my right.

Something opens. It’s like clouds are parting, but no clouds actually move. There’s a rip in the sky, like somebody’s grabbed two hasty handfuls and wrenched the space apart. Warped light refracts at the edges of the tear, the lightning around it bending and curving.

ellison;

Heavy footsteps descend the stairs and Ellison pokes his head over the banister. He locks eyes with me and grins. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say as I remove my shoes. “Why do you look nice?”

He’s wearing a very typical Ellison outfit: a white polo shirt with red details around the collar and the ends of the sleeves, tucked into a pair of maroon chinos, cuffed at the ankle. He has something in his mouth—a pen cap, I think—because he’s always chewing on something. His short, obsidian hair is still messy and there’s something about this image, this moment, that renders itself as perfect in my mind. Important.

“I thought maybe we could go on an adventure today.”

I look down at my own clothes: gray sweatpants and a comfy sweatshirt. “It would’ve been nice to know that you had a plan,” I say. “Sonny,” I add.

“Don’t think I won’t destroy you,” he says jovially as I start to climb the stairs with him.

corinne;

Her name is Corinne Stetson. She’s a senior like Ellison and me, and most people at Wisteria High grant her a wide berth. That’s by her own design, I think; her hair is a blazing copper red, littered with streaks of bleached blonde locks, and she always has dagger-like acrylic nails on her fingers. Currently, they’re a deep red. Her taste in clothes is a bit eclectic, lots of pastel colors mixed with punk black garments, always ripped to all hell. Corinne is also intelligent beyond how any seventeen year old human should be. Perfect score on her PSATs, all AP classes, number one in our grade, already has multiple college credits under her belt. She might approach demigod status if she were also popular, but she tends to keep to herself and focus more on the future than the present, from what I’ve seen. She’s definitely a bit odd, but relatively harmless.

And yet, the way she’s glowering at me from across the empty ice cream parlor has my heart rate up.

astrid;

I try to tune in as Ellison further explains the tension in the Moon household; Astrid wants to get a tattoo on her wrist and Ellison’s parents are adamantly opposed. He shows me a picture of her design that she drew herself: a smashed hourglass, sand pouring from the top and out a hole in the bottom chamber. It’s somehow both detailed and minimal, and also badass.

“What does it mean?”

Ellison laughs to himself. “Astrid’s always talking about how ‘time isn’t real,’ and this is supposed to be a metaphor of that or something.”

Joy bubbles out of me when I realize the connection. “Oh, trust me, I’ve heard her say that many times. It makes sense.”

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WTW TAROT PROMPTS—THE MAGICIAN

Themes: manifesting, problem solving, cleverness, determination, concentration, communication, creativity, productivity

Zellie didn’t remember coming to Eldoros.

She was a child then, only six years old. Her parents told her the journey was long, and they had to hide from the soldiers who would assume them to be spies. The Last War wasn’t over yet, back then.

She liked to hear stories of her family crossing the border, now that they were so far removed from it—physically as well as through the years. Zellie’s mother did not speak of it, but her father would.

“Aidel,” he would say in their native tongue, using an endearment he refused to give up even as Zellie became too old to warrant it, “Little One, it is a long dark story. Are you sure you want to hear?”

And Zellie would nod, position herself eagerly at his feet, look up adoringly into his face—for what young girl does not idolize her father?—and wait for the story.

And he would tell it.

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WTW TAROT PROMPTS – 02. THE HIGH PRIESTESS

❖ intuition, mystery, religion/spirituality, serenity, mysticism, knowledge for knowledge’s sake 

Kiara flipped another page of her book, resting her cheek in her cold palm. The lamp to her right shone down on the yellowing paper on her desk, scaring away the shadows of her study from the book. I was well past midnight, with Ren and Ray fast asleep in the next room. She knew that. Her eyes were heavy and her body was drawing closer and closer to the desk. But, the story was getting so interesting. Even if she was only halfway through it, the build-up and tension of it all were enough to keep her awake this late.

But as she sipped on her tea, Kiara quickly noticed the presence of a white owl perched on the desk by the open door. They were giving her a disappointed look, one which shot a pang of guilt through her. She blinked wearily, before quietly sighing and placing a bookmark in.

“Sorry Snow,” she said, chuckling to break the silence, “you know I get carried away easily.”

They cooed a quiet hoot.

“I know, I know,”

Kiara gulped down the rest of her drink. Snow followed behind as she left with her book, placed the empty mug in the sink, brushed her teeth and washed up.

Carefully opening their bedroom door, she was met with a cross-armed Ray sitting at the foot of the bed. He was slouched over, frowning at her with his blue and tired eyes. Ren was still asleep, face buried in the pillow and faced away from the amber lamplight. He rose a brow up at her, is look beginning to turn more concerned than mad.

“Y’know it’s 4 AM, right?”

Her lips pressed into thin line. Kiara looked around the room, unsure if she could just look him straight in the eye, “... Yeah.”

“C’mon, get in.” he dropped his hands down, “We’re all sleep-deprived.”

She placed the book down on the nightstand and slipped under the warm covers with Ray. Kiara wrapped her arms around Ren’s waist, kissing her nose before resting her head on the pillows. A slow wave of exhaustion crashed against her as Ray hugged her from behind. The lamp was a dim dusk-colour, and the bedroom was now filled with a calm and comforting silence. Being sandwiched by her two partners, a faint smile curved up the corners of her lips as she shut her eyes and drifted into a late sleep.

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WTW PRESENTS OUR 28TH EVENT!

In preparation for NaNoWriMo next month, WelcomeToWriteblr invites you to join our Pumpkin Palooza! For each day in October, the event committee has chosen themes and prompts designed to help you flesh out your WIP. The calendar can be completed in any order and you’re free to do as much or as little as you want. This event will run for the ENTIRETY OF OCTOBER. 

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Tag your posts as #WTWEVENT and #WTWCOMMUNITY

Format your posts with the heading: WTW PUMPKIN PALOOZA - DAY #: THEME

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PROMPTS

Pumpkin Carving - You have to kill off an OC. Who do you choose?

Raven - Create a tagline for your WIP

Crystal Ball - Outline a scene, act, or your entire WIP

Leaves - Create a playlist for your WIP

Jack o' Lantern - What is one thing you have to, or have already, researched for your WIP? Tell us something interesting you've found!

Vampire - Where do you take inspiration for your WIP? Tell us what motivated you to write this story!

Skeleton - What is your favorite plot structure? Don’t have one? Just tell us how you plot!

Trick or Treat - Set some writing goals and milestones for your WIP!

Candy Corn - Title your WIP if you haven’t already. What is the meaning behind the title?

Witch - Write or brainstorm potential first sentences of your WIP

Bats - How would your WIP change if a minor character became the protagonist?

Candles - Name all your characters if you haven’t already. Why are they named so?

Coffin - Where's the best place for you to write?

Haunted Mansion - Describe a setting in your WIP

Wolves - Flesh out the antagonist of your WIP. Who or what are they? Why are they in direct opposition to your protagonist?

Pumpkin Spiced Latte - Write out a basic plot synopsis for your WIP

Zombies - Who is your main supporting cast? What is their role in the story?

Spiders - Outline a scene or chapter that's in the middle of your WIP

Worms - Plan the plot twist

Pumpkins & Turnips - Write about an old tradition in your world or that your OC does

Werewolf - Talk about the most important day of your main character’s life

Frankenstein's Monster - What is a common misconception about one of your characters?

Tarot - Outline your main character's development. How do they compare between where they started and where they end?

Owls - What are each of your characters’ thoughts/feelings about the town/kingdom/world your WIP takes place in?

Graveyard - Talk about a character who has a secret they’d take to the grave. What is it?

Harvest Moon - Create a timeline for your main character

Grimoire - Create a comp for your WIP. If you’re not sure what to comp, list your sources of inspiration

Tombstone - What is your character's fatal flaw? How would this come to play in your WIP?

Final Girl - Write or plan the final scene of your WIP

Ghost - What permanent changes does your story result in?

Costume Party - Take the day off. Tomorrow starts NaNoWriMo!

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WTW Tarot Event: The Emperor

Meaning: power, authority, experience, control, leadership, stubbornness

Scene: From my novel The Arcana Quest. Antigone is on a tour of the Arcana Cathedrals when she feels the presence of the darkest god of the nine. She realizes the gods have their eye on her and her quest.

They went through the rest of the cathedrals, but none gave her the same intensity of presence as Logos’s cathedral, until they reached Ysander’s cathedral. Ysander was the darkest god, having given dark magic to humanity despite the protest of the others. However, he also was the god of the cycle of life, death, and healing itself. Anytime an important loved one died or someone hoped for life of any sort, Ysander’s temple would be where they would go. It was not gloomy as they walked in—it was full of candles and light from windows—but it wasn’t colorful there either. Everything was done in black, gray, and darkened gold. It had a subtle beauty that Antigone felt strangely connected to, despite the fact that she herself was merely a researcher who would be looking into dark magic for the quest, not a real practitioner himself.

As they all entered, she just felt like she was being watched. It was not a malevolent feeling—more curiosity. At first she thought it might be someone from The Order of the Seven Stars, but no one was looking at her. The only person in the temple was a handsome young man quietly praying in the back row and he had his eyes closed, not paying attention to her.

But that presence was as heavy as a thick blanket, indifferent to her problems and fears. This felt like the gods she had read about in the journal—indifferent, cold, curious, hungry for the worship of humans. Logos...whatever her connection was to Antigone, she clearly had a far more vested interest in Antigone’s well-being. This god did not have such concerns for her.

But the presence also made something else clear to Antigone—she was not a mere speck ignored by the gods whose boon she was hunting.

They knew she was on the quest and were watching her. The thought made her violently shiver as if someone had walked over her grave. Ysander was not a god she wanted watching her—he clearly was the patron god of Lord Grunel, nor did she wish to fear the retributive justice of Logos, even if she seemed on Antigone’s side for now.

The gods were fickle and unpredictable and she had no idea their plans for her. There was not anything she could do about it, either, which scared her more than the actual situation of being watched by eldritch gods.

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WTW Planet Event Day 8: Neptune (Inspirations/Themes)

Hey remember how I did vintage-style tarot cards from this template for the last event? It’s happening again! This time for Unbreakable. The fish out of water in question is Sophie, if you’re wondering.

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