trapped

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Trapped In A Box Together Meme



You're not sure how, you're not sure why, but suddenly you're in a box. What's worse, is that there's another person with you making quarters less than perfect.

Rules:
①: Comment with your character | series | Preferences if any
②: Reply to others as if you're trapped in an tightly sealed non-open-able box that is rather cramped. Feel free to add more than two people to a box
③: Every now and then, the box will shift and roll to one side furthering awkward times
④: Play nice - Doesn't have to be shippy
⑤: Eventually you'll get out of the box but usually after you stop struggling

Comments

Gregory || South Park ~Aged up

[rougeetnoir]

[ This is in no way his fault. Mind the sword and pistols. ]

Grand Highblood | Homestuck

[ragingrainbows]

[ 13 feet hard muscle, three feet of horns, six feet of thick, fluffy, messy hair, fangs for days and glowing purple eyes. He's probably taking up most the box and sure as fuck isn't amused about it. ]

[du8ious]

[ Mind if I use this journal to voicetest a Mindfang? ]

[ragingrainbows]

[ By all means, feel free to go right ahead. ]

[du8ious]

Mindfang awakes, and it is dark. It's less dark for her than most trolls, her vision is roughly 4 times better than anyone else's. But even then, she can barely make out anything. An initial exploration of her vicinity leaves something to be desired - she can barely move! On one side she can feel a solid wall, and on the other hand another wall - but not solid and possibly made of flesh.

"Hey-" she said, shoving at the flesh with her hand, and then kicking at it without waiting for a response.

[ragingrainbows]

The Grand Highblood had noticed the little blue bitch passed out on him and hadn't given her much thought. She was breathing, that was new, and with their irritatingly cramped surroundings, she was basically on him with how his body had to curl around three sides of this claustrophobic prison just to fit. That, too, was acceptable for the moment. Not like he could throw her off, where the fuck would she go, on his hair? No thanks.

Claws had scraped at the sides, horns prodded the tops, subtly testing its durability and found it aggravatingly not wanting. So, with little other options and the hope the clever bitch would awake and help him figure something out, he rested. And he was resting quite peacefully, up until the spider bitch had to go wake up, start fidgeting and mother fucking kicking, who the FUCK does she think she is?

Lashing out in such a small space would do just as much damage to himself and crushing her head would make more of a sticky mess than he wants to be stuck with. So instead of either of his two most preferable options, his answer to her rudeness is a deep, rumbling growl that shakes the whole damn box prison they're in. "Watch where the fuck you're shoving, bitch, before I decide against playing nice."

Gavin Reed | Detroit: Become Human

[heyimtalkingtoyou]

Keith | VLD | ota

[iknowwhatimdoing]

Will you move? Your elbow is digging in.

[Oh, he is very unhappy about this.]

Zelos Wilder | Tales of Symphonia

[redsnowangel]

[OTA - ask about shipping. He hates his day already.]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) | BNHA / MHA

[screamsaver]

walder | granblue fantasy | ota

[whereswalder]

Coran || Voltron: LD

[crazywords]

Oh quiznak! Not again!

[iknowwhatimdoing]

How did it even happen in the first place?

[Let alone again for Coran. Keith shift, groaning unhappily.]

You're squishing me...

Lotor | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA

[violentroots]

[ Lotor is near 7.5 feet so I'm sorry but he's definitely crowding you out. ]

i had to and i don't regret it

[waitatick]

[Yeah this box is definitely not large enough for the both of them. Get a little closer to yourself, Lotor, this version of you certainly is.]

"Let us not waste time trying to determine which reality we happen to respectively hail from. It is irrelevant. Simply keep your extremities from my sensitive areas and I shall endeavor to do the same."

[violentroots]

[ Well he had been trying to do exactly that, arched over his double with his knees on either side of his own (slim, now that he really takes a look at them) hips, the back of his head pressed against the cool metal. It seems almost redundant to voice what obviously they had both been thinking, and Lotor rolls his eyes, looking down at the other version of him with sarcasm lacing his voice. ]

It was not as though I was considering anything else. We are the same person after all. But if you insist in bringing a sexual undertone to all this, by all means.

[waitatick]

"Sexual? If that is how you choose to interpret my desire to avoid an elbow to the knot, I cannot help but pity you a bit. Please do not worry, I have no desire to masturbate in such a way while contained to the inside of what seems to be a box."

[Honestly.]

[violentroots]

[ He was going to be incredulous, after all all his limbs are as neatly restrained and away from him as possible. It is not his fault that he's on top here, honestly. But it's his mention of a ...what? that catches him off guard. ]

The knot? I'm not sure our anatomy quite lines up in that case, as I have not the slightest inkling on what that is.

[tempredmental]

Oh... what the quiznak...?

[Keith glared across the box. He could remember how they got there, which meant it was possible he'd been drugged. But... with Lotor?

Why?]

[the_tailor]

[One good day. One day without something going wrong, that's all Lance asks for. One nice peaceful day. But no, the universe can't even grant him that.

It's sometime in the mid afternoon (not that it matters in space) that Lance ends up in the archives area on an errand from Allura. She needs some item or other that he zoned out on the explanation of. Altean technology? Not his expertise. But he does remember where she said it'd be. Some big box not too far from the entrance.

So of course, Lotor is there, also rummaging through said box. Lance scowls, but he needs to get this item for Allura, so he deals with it and trudges over.]

Hey, move your ass, I need to get something for the princess.

[And he hipchecks him in the process. Lotor's a lot sturdier than he thought, though, and somehow with Lance's grace, it ends up in him losing balance.

Toppling right into the box.]

Talia DeLarada - OC - Open!

[de_larada]

[Talia is an acrobat and contortionist, so she's actually pretty comfortable in this box. It's probably really annoying.]

ßlake ßelladonna | RWBY

[deadly_belladonna]

(ooc: She's part cat, she loves boxes.)

[startoffwithayang]

...You want me to get you stuff like this -and some yarn- for Christmas too, don't you?

(Yang never once thought the two girls would end up trapped inside a box-like container -or one that could've been the same box that had shipped Zwei- together. Still, it was an adjustment. Of sorts. Now the blonde had to resist stroking Blake's ears. Too much.)

Kuro (Shiro AU) | Voltron Legendary Defender | OTA

[shirotokuro]

[He may bite...]

[poisonousflower]

[Oh, he dares you to bite, he dares you. Because it is the most splendid idea ever to chew on someone who have pure poison running through their veins.]

For fucks sake how did this shit happen?

[Yeah seriously, how? Had not two centuries being trapped in infinite darkness been enough of a kick to his ball? Clearly not, considering that he now found himself in a cramped space with someone on top of him. Someone clearly bigger then him. Not that that was very hard. He might be of average height, but he were quite thin.]

You are crushing me.

[And keeping him from being able to reach his knife that he had strapped to his back. In fact it was right now digging into his lower spine. Lovely.]

Princess Allura of Altea || Voltron Legendary Defender || ota

[lionessofthestars]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Zeigler | Overwatch | OTA

[watching_over_you]

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[freightcars]

[ I'm here for the Accidental Friction / unhidable boners. Ship prefs in journal. ]

Q Hound | oc

[godchoked]

[she's gonna try real hard not to panic.... an info post! ]

Mink | Dramatical Murder Re:Connect | OTA

[toward_death]

[ He's a big guy - smells great - but there's going to be very little room depending on how big this box is.]

angelica • fate/kaleid liner

[decarded]

[She's tall and not exactly a slender waif, so this box is probably a little cramped! She'll do her best to keep her limbs to herself, but...]

gil • fate/kaleid liner aka this gun b gud

[usedstockpile]

[Well it's a good thing her boxmate is a small child. The bad thing is that it's the one small child that hates her dead.]

This is...the worst day.

[decarded]

[Is there a possibility worse than this? Probably not, since Miyu would at least be silent. Gilgamesh, on the other hand, doesn't have the decency — or sense — to do even that, so she has to listen to him talk like his comment adds anything to the situation at all.]

What a pampered life you've lived, then.

[usedstockpile]

[His commentary is insightful and useful, thank you very much. His every word is a valuable treasure and she should treat them as such.]

And what a joyless life you've lived, yes, yes. "Weh weh I'm a soulless doll, my brother is possessed by a ghost, boo hoo." Could you make yourself useful and use that magecraft to portal us out?

[decarded]

[...

Never mind, she isn't keeping her limbs to herself at all. Wordlessly, she reaches over and squishes his mouth shut with the fingers of one hand.]

[usedstockpile]

[How dare she! When he got his card back he was definitely killing her first. Or maybe an elaborate death trap with her AND Chloe.]

Mmph!! Mrgl.
[She had all her fingers on his tiny mouth, so he was left to try and flail at it, with no way to get a good angle in this tiny box. And she had weirdly intense finger strength.]

Mmngrl!!!

[decarded]

[Not. Letting. Go.]

Are you aware of your situation, King of Heroes? Maybe next time I'll displace the air from your lungs.

[The box is too small for either of them to use the Gate of Babylon safely—giving her the upperhand, what with her being about twice the mass of his current body. She holds his gaze with her own, coldly, as she waits for that fact to sink in. She isn't naive enough to expect he'll be cowed by it, but maybe he'll at least be wise enough to mind his tongue as she loosens her grip again.]

[usedstockpile]

[Hmph! Who needs air? Peasants that's who. Though...]

Hmph. Fine. How do you propose we deal with this?

[decarded]

[He seems to understand her, so she draws back into her corner of the box as far as she can, her expression relaxing as much as it ever does.]

...To answer you question, no, I cannot. I've already tried. [She brings a hand up, laying her palm flat against the ceiling above her, and gives it an experimental push, but the shape doesn't even bend.] These walls seems to be imbued with some sort of anti-magecraft property. I can't displace space beyond this point.

[usedstockpile]

[He understands but does not enjoy the situation, as much as Gil likes anyone having any authority over him.]

Well, hell. Is Julian that cranky with you, or do you think it's someone else?

[decarded]

[His suggestion is an unfortunate possibility. And if this is a punishment from Julian—or from Darius, with how unclear the line between them has been in recent days—then she has no choice but to obediently accept it. However—]

I doubt it. It seems strange that he would place you here with me, but not give me the room to deal with you properly. I can only assume it's someone who does not want the Gate of Babylon in use at all.

[Whatever that means. It's a worrisome thought, but a sensible one, given the information available.]

[usedstockpile]

Those stupid wands, maybe?

[Just when Gil's cooperating, the box is violently tumbled, as if a child was shaking its Christmas present. There's shouting and yelping, and when all is said and done, Gil is under Angelica, with a swell of mass shoved against his skull.]

...Your cow tits are crushing my head. Move, please.

[decarded]

[The box rocks, and instantly, Angelica's limbs snap aside to brace against the walls on either side of her. As it tips forward, however, gravity proves too much; her forearms and knees bearing against the box's walls aren't enough to keep her from slipping, and so she does, her not-insubstantial mass hitting the new floor as gracefully as ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag.

Unfortunately, Gil's head is part of that new floor. It's not as though she takes any pleasure from having a child's face trapped under her cleavage... But...]

Can you not move yourself? You're remarkably rude, for someone beholden to my whims.

[But she does move. Antagonizing him serves no purpose.]

[usedstockpile]

[Freedom at last! He could have attempted, but she's twice his size or more and he has a fairly modest strength stat.]

Not really, you're like twice my size. Bleh. If we can't get ourselves out, one of our allies should at least come looking for us eventually.

[With that the boy king curls into a corner, hands reaching into his Gate to sift around for a pair of sundries. One lovely yet small pillow, and a golden computer tablet. Because of course he has a golden iPad.] We'll kill each other later.

Shintarou Midorima | Kuroko's Basketball

[accurately]

[ he is 6'5" so he is probably taking up most of the box. ]