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the sexting meme.

Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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stop calling me a box
im a ~winter spirit~

YOU ARE A SPRITE? WHY ARE YOU IN A BOX, SPRITE?

[Jack... Someone doesn't get it.]

[This is such a headache. Best to take the more fun route.]

ah yes im the winter sprite
they call me jack frost
it appears ive become stuck in here somehow
only a magical spell can break me out
oh woe is me
please help my poor soul

[This is where Jack should really figure out who's on the other end of the phone before he goes being all smartassy.]

DO NOT WORRY, LITTLE SPRITE. I WILL FREE YOU. [Does Jack feel a tingling? Are there gold sparkly tendrils wrapping around him? It's entirely possible that Maleficent has cast a spell to 'save' the little sprite in the box and might just accidentally pull him through to where she is. Oops?]

[He's about to respond with some more of his genius wit when he feels that sudden odd sensation as though he's being pulled. He tries to make an attempt to fly away from whatever this force, but it's to no avail, already too late as he's "freed", as she would put it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What happened?] Uhh ... who are you?

[Oh, well, how lovely. Now she doesn't have to use the box.]

I am Maleficent, little sprite. And you are welcome.

[Okay, now that was not what he was expecting.]

Hold on, you ... you actually pulled me out?

You said you were trapped and that you needed magical help to get out. Fortunately for you that it was me who came across your little box.

[Just great. Of course, he'd have the luck of getting accidentally texted by some random magical being.]

I wasn't really trapped in there. I was just in a different place. That box? It helps people communicate over long distances.

Does it? Seems silly. I prefer mirrors or scrying bowls. Perhaps a ball? This is... well, one can hardly get one's point across.

Fine, yes. Mirrors. Balls. Whatever. Now, where'd you bring me so I can get out of here.

[At least he came with his staff. It would have been a horror to try and fly out of here without it.]

I told you, silly sprite. We are in the moors.

[Was that some transdimensional transportation going on? Might be...]

What in the ... ? [He has no idea where this is, pretty sure he's never flown over it before.]

Oh, just great, what did you do? Your voodoo whatever magic got me all messed up. Can you just ... shove me back in the box or whatever?

What is voodoo?

[Funny sprite with his silly words. She eyed his staff, not nearly as pretty as her own, then moved to continue the walk she'd been on before she'd found the phone.]

I could, but that would make me no better than your jailers, would it not?

[Of course it wasn't surprising that him and his big mouth would get him into some sort of mess. Routine, really, to cause trouble for himself.]

No one jailed me. I was in the other side by choice. And I'd very much like to go back now.

You were trapped in a box by choice? Now, why in the world would you want to do something so... confining?

Again. I wasn't really in the box. Think of the box as a door. I was on the other side of the door and when you did your hokey pokey spell, you took me through the door to here.

[He normally wouldn't go into a huge explanation, but if she was his key out of this mess, he'd have to bear it.]

Is it a portal? Well, how interesting. quite small for a portal.

[She somewhat got what he was trying to explain, though the concept was vaguely different.]

A portal. Sure, that's a perfect word. A portal. [At least that was somewhat made clear. Baby steps.]

Now I'm really not familiar with where this is, so I'm assuming you didn't bring me right across the street from where I originally was, so can you just, you know, stick me back or whatever it is you do.

Perhaps.

[She brushed her finger over a flower, giving him a somewhat sly look.]

That all depends on where you came from and if I know how to get you back. It's much easier to cast a hook and catch a fish than to throw that fish back wherever it might have come from.

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