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Trapped

If you feel trapped, you are in an unpleasant situation in which you lack freedom, and you feel you cannot escape from it.

1. Somewhere Boring: You were grounded to your room/home, you’re stuck at work or school, you’re sick in the hospital, stuck in a nursing home, or you’re trapped with the family for a vacation/reunion/holiday.
2. Somewhere on the Side of the Road: Car broke down, could be on a busy interstate, or maybe an empty dark rural road.
3. Somewhere In Plain Sight: Your entrapment is more metaphorical- you’re trapped in secrecy about something.
4. Somewhere Embarrassing: You’re naked, you peed/crapped your pants, you called a teacher/boss ‘mom’, you ripped your pants, someone found out about your weird kink/your porn/your nudes, someone stole your clothes while you were in the shower, you’re short on the bill, you’re forced to give a presentation you’re not prepared for.
5. Somewhere Closed: For whatever reason, you’ve found yourself stuck inside an amusement park, a mall, a store, a restaurant, a museum, or an office building after hours.
6. Somewhere Imaginary: It’s all just a dream, well, a nightmare. Maybe it’s that kind where you think you’re awake, but you’re not. Or even a Freddy Krueger type scenario. Maybe it’s a living nightmare, like The Truman Show, and you’re beginning to realize it’s all an illusion?
7. Somewhere Familiar: You’re at home in your house/apartment/dorm/RV, but you don’t feel like you’re alone. Were those eyes in the window? Did the closet door just move?
8. Somewhere Spooky: Why did you think going to a ghost town, a haunted house, an abandoned building, the old asylum, the decrepit amusement park, or the old battlefield was a good idea? Especially at night.
9. Somewhere, in a Literal Trap: Back of a cop car, handcuffed, prison, a bear trap, a snake pit, or some crazy serial killer’s murder house – you’re trapped.
10. Somewhere Tight: You’re stuck in the trunk of a car, a changing room, a cave, an elevator, a shower, the dreaded outhouse, or worst of all – you’ve been buried alive!
11. Somewhere in Transit: You’re stuck on a broken down bus/subway/train or trapped on a very long flight. Or maybe there’s something wrong with your passport and you’re stuck in the airport, or you find yourself stuck in a foreign country.
12. Somewhere Remote: Seriously, vacations are supposed to be fun, but now you’ve found yourself lost in the frozen tundra of Siberia, a forest or a jungle, the Sahara desert, under the sea in a submarine/sinking ship/underwater cavern, a mountain range, on an empty boat in the middle of the ocean, somewhere in outer space, or the classic deserted island.
13. Somewhere Bizarre: A place that is usually highly trafficked no matter the time or the day, is now eerily completely empty. Hotels, 24/7 stores, Times Square – for whatever reason, it’s empty – or is it…
14. Somewhere Dangerous: All of the places your mother told you that you should never be. A government-level restricted area you definitely don’t have access to, a stranger’s van, a lockdown/active shooter situation, a quarantined area, the dark empty alley/parking garage, in the path of a natural disaster, or even a full on active war zone.
15. Somewhere... Else: You’ve found yourself stuck in some other time period, or an entirely alternate universe from your own.
16. Mix & Match!

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[ castiel is embarrassed.

a vampire nest should have been a cakewalk.

should have been— that's the operative term.

the vamps they were hunting had waited until he and dean were inside to paint the warding. cas knew the moment it was in place— while sam, outside, looped around the exterior of the warehouse with the intention of coming up on their unprotected flank, cas fell to his knees, retching in the dirt. and then— lights out.

some time later— the length of which he can't be sure— he wakes on the floor, hands tied behind his back. there's a body behind him, breathing evenly, and he knows that it's dean without looking. he casts his senses outward, trying to discern where they are or if anyone else is with them, but he's been muted, the warding crushing in on him with an oppressive weight.

his voice comes rough. ]

Dean? Dean, wake up!

[ To this day, Sam is still looping. ]

Shh.

[ Cas' voice is loud against his pounding head, the ache slamming from somewhere in the inside of his skull. Stupid, to be ambushed like this, he knows better, he's smarter than this.

Then again, apparently not, because here they are with his hands tied and a concussion to rival an NFL player. ]

What the hell happened, man? [ you're supposed to be their superman!!! ]

[ castiel's lips press together, twisting into a frown. his mouth is uncomfortably dry, his throat parched, his head pounding, and he swallows several times while he listens to the sound of dean's breathing behind him. he tries to shift in place, tries to turn around, but he finds his range of movement limited. they must be tied together at the wrists. ]

We fell unconscious.

[ cas answers, helpfully.

even superman has his kryptonite. ]

No shit, Sherlock. I thought you were Roma Downey, where's your powers, man?

[ WHY are they unconscious, Cas? Why are they in this damn situation!!! ]

No, I'm Castiel.

[ you fucking weirdo. he can't give dean a look from this angle, but be assured that he is— then, without warning, he struggles, giving their binds a hard yank, but he can barely do more than jostle dean behind him while he scuffs his rumpled clothes with dirt. he pants, grunts, and sighs. then gives up. (for the moment.) ]

They waited until I was inside to paint the warding. My powers— I'm cut off.

Wow, you're friggin' hilarious.

[ It is kinda funny though, and he muffles a snort as the both wriggle, Dean flexing wrists and fingers before going limp himself. ]

Great.

[ A pause. ]

Can you reach my back pocket? There's a pen knife there.

[ yeah, he's pretty funny. still not as funny as uriel, though.

cas gives a grunt by way of answer, twisting his wrist and, well. mostly he gropes dean's ass, searching for his back pocket. that's nice. you enjoy that, dean. it's going to take him a minute to get the right angle to retrieve the knife even after he finds it, and until, then... ]

Got it.

[ lmao ]

Jesus-

[ He's getting the hell groped out of his ass, that's for sure, and he grunts as Cas digs around, trying to stay still until the angel finally gets a hold of it. ]

Okay, good. Can you get it open? Don't cut yourself.

I'll be fine.

[ it's muttered distractedly while he twists the knife around in his hand so he can put any kind of force behind his actions, turning the blade downward and to face toward his body before hooking it around a shock of rope and sawing.

it's more difficult than he expects, with only his human hands and human muscles to steady the blade, and his arm and shoulder are already burning with exertion and the angle by the time he's a third of the way through. he tries not to let his weariness be obvious, even as his hand shakes, even as his breaths begin to come faster and deeper. the robe is thick and tough, and it doesn't cut easily.

but it'll have to give way eventually. that's what he tells himself. ]

[Conan style barbarian hero. Captured by evil cultists? Stranded on a desert island? Trapped at a royal court where you can't stab people?]

THIS PLACE IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR had read the sigils scrawled upon the rock in a dozen ancient tongues. Dire warnings of what would happen to the world, should the evil within be loosed. Of course, imperial soldiers never paid attention to such things. Of course, they had gone in, looking to raise a ruckus and steal more power for the mad sorcerer-priest leading this expedition. Of course, Aleixi had followed them in, more cautious of it's dangers, but contemptuous of her foes.

Things had gone well-until she had spilled blood upon the rock. Until each life she took, it turned out, weakened the seal upon the evil sealed within the stones. Until stone had split and black flesh vomited forth, consuming many of the imperials-and all of them who attacked it directly. The monster had pulled itself out of the earth, singing from a half-dozen mouths even as it feasted on human flesh, and with one mighty paw it had pinned Aleixi in place. Upon that limb's flesh, a blister, a sore formed. And then it burst, showering Aleixi in hot liquid and revealing the body it had gestated within itself, of a girl. Young, skinny and feeble, but her long hair bespoke wealth and her weak arms moved with a sorcerress' assurance. She rolled her eyes-and then pointedly vomited black matter onto the rock beside the barbarian. The girl, white as the belly of a cave-salamander, still embedded deeply into the monster below her hips, coughed once and then spoke.

"Answer truthfully my questions, and I will not devour you." Her language was old, difficult to understand, but then she spoke in the language of the Empire. "And when I devour humans, I eat more than flesh and bone. Now speak-how long have I been sealed away? Who are the consuls of Tikril? The king of Urshbal-negrit?" It was dubious though, if Aleixi had ever heard of those dead lands, long ago ruined by sorcerer-kings.

The day had started so promisingly! The priest leading the imperials was said to know the location of the Emperor, so Aleixi had planned to go follow them down into the darkness, kill a few of them, and drag his secrets out at her leisure. Then...all this had happened. Messing around with magic never ended well, in her book.

Aleixi struggled against the paw holding her down. She stabbed it a few times with her belt knife, her spear having landed out of reach, but it had basically no effect. She'd even managed to lift it a few inches, but it wasn't enough for her to slip out.

Then the...apparition appeared before her. Aleixi let the paw collapse back on her with a grunt, defeated for the moment but not ready to give up.

"I know nought of these consuls or kings. You and your kind have been sealed away for longer than any can remember." She growled. And if it were up to her, they'd STILL be sealed away.

The worst of it was, the priest had been dragged to his death first thing by the beast that had been so inadvertently released, and his death had sounded very final indeed. No amount of soul-jars or virgin sacrifice would bring him back now.

The knife wounds bled not a whit, was the most disturbing thing. It cut like the blubber of a whale, but sealed within a few seconds of being pierced. And she had lifted it-but then it bore down upon her with the weight of an elephant.

"Do not lie, or I will eat you. Urshbal-negrit is a mighty city-state. It has a hundred-thousand inhabitants, it's bronze spears are a thousand-strong brotherhood, it's temples stand like mountains above the floodplains of the lands. Tikril, the city of eight hills? They know the riddle of steel, its magi granted this by their war-god?" The girl reached for Aleixi and prized the knife from her fingers. "You bear their metal, where did you get this, if not from them?"

Doesn't that just figure.

"Any decent blacksmith could make such a knife." she choked out, though it was getting hard to breathe with so much weight on her. "The sorcerers fell centuries before my mother's mother's mother was born to the world! Their temples and palaces are little more than haunted husks of their former glory! Everyone you ever knew is dead or sealed beneath the Earth like you were! Now get off me!"

The figured paused, and her skin-churned. A few of the lumps and bumps that forced their way to the surface of her being looked a bit like human faces in the flickering light of the torches that illuminated the ruins. Her face turned blank, and she seemed lost in thought.

And then she chuckled darkly. "Well, that takes all the fun out of it. I wanted to be the ruin of their cities, damnit." She leaned forward, until her face was just a foot away from the Barbarian, and her hair formed a curtain around them. "But you...I'm still hungry, after all that time sealed away. My other meals are digesting nicely, but you strike me as someone with a strong soul. Maybe you would be more filling than they are."

Aleixi reached up with her free arm and grabbed the sorcerer by the neck in a vice-like grip. She had a strong enough grip to strangle a man one handed, but this was clearly not a flesh and blood human. She suspected she could have ripped her head off entirely and it wouldn't have done more than mildly annoy her.

Still, she dragged her face down so they were staring at each other from inches apart. "Try it, monster. See what happens."

The monster smiled, in a rather tight, strange way. "You have spunk, girl. No-wait, you're older than I was when I-that doesn't matter." She gestured at the black oily mass below her hips. "I want you to kill this for me. If what you say is true, I don't need it any more."

"You WANT me to kill you? Or...to kill it, I guess?" She choked out, not letting go just yet. Her mind raced. Where had her spear landed when she'd been slapped to the ground? Was that it off to the right? She didn't dare take her eyes off the sorcerer for more than a split second.

"...Can it even be killed? My knife seemed to do about as much as harsh language."

"Yes. Or rather, kill the part of me that is it-if what you say is true, this thing is a useless deadweight to me. I didn't want to be a monster, believe me. But if I abandon it, it will be free of my control, a horrible monster that devours men's souls. Except without the ability to not devour souls, should I choose to."

The woman sighed and pulled back-and fractionally lessened the weight pressing down on the barbarian. "I think it can. I birthed the Devourer of Gods into the world for revenge, but it's never actually eaten a god. Hundreds of men, but not gods." She shot a bright grin at the barbarian. "You have the look of one who has bestrode the earth, taken divine lovers, and stood against armies. If you fight this creature, it will be a matter of exhausting its supply of souls. It might well be a battle that will last for days."

"A fight for days with just me against a mad beast created to kill gods?"

Aleixi had bestrode the earth, but as of yet not stood against an army or taken a divine lover.

But she was young. Give her a few years. She sized it up, compared to her own status. If she could just get back to her feet...

"Where did my spear land?"

"Just you. I would love to spend time gathering heroes but... the Hunger of being the Devourer of Gods. It is quite a thing. I can already feel it calling to me, telling me to eat your soul, how strong you will make me..." She shuddered. "I can resist it for a few hours at a time but...not long enough to gather more worthy of this battle."

"Oh, yes, your weapon." The black flesh of the thing pulsed, globules of flesh extending out, eyes opening from orifices until she saw the thing. "Got it-catch!" A tentacle grabbed and lobbed the spear though the air at Aleixi just as she shoved herself away from the barbarian, the spear flickering through where her torso had been.

The moment the weight came off of her, Aleixi rolled to her feet and snatched the spear out of the air in one fluid motion, leaving her back on her feet and ready to fight. She didn't wait, either. Without wasting a moment, she struck, taking full advantage of her weapon's reach to thrust the tip into the nearest eye the Devourer of Gods showed her, sending out a spray of ichor.

It had plenty of eyes. It could spare a few.

"How many times do I need to kill it?" She asked as she danced back before it could make it's inevitable counter attack.

The ichor of the beast was a shower of gold that seemed almost boiling hot as she pierced the eye, but evaporated in the air and as it hit her skin. The shriek the beast made however, was far more real than its blood.

The huge mass lunged at her, but at the same time the sorceress was trying to pull herself away from it's bulk, though black veins stained her skin, as if the Devourer of Gods was trying to pull her back in. "Gugh-I need to divide myself from the beast in a way that won't let it eat me as soon as I'm free! As for killing it-a few hundred times? Not more than a thousand, though some of the black magic we know consumes souls to cast." Her eyes-and the beasts-began to glow. "Oh, and please dodge this one. May your blood burst from your veins and strangle you, febrile cur!" The curse had some real power behind it, even if the monster was being held back by the maiden speaking those words.

The boiling ichor burned her skin but she barely noticed. By the time the spell landed, Aleixi had already darted out of the way, ducking into the darkness out of habit, though she figured pretty good odds that the Devourer could see in the dark just fine. Such beasts usually didn't play fair.

But Aleixi was lithe and fast on her feet and the Devourer telegraphed all its attacks with huge extravagant motions, and with the sorceress on its back calling out warnings when she wasn't casting spells. She weaved between attacks, striking at any part of it she could reach with her spear, wounding it over and over and over again.

Each of those attacks would have probably been enough to kill a human, or at least cripple one. She had no idea how much damage it was actually doing but what choice was there but to keep trying and wear it down?

The Dvourer of Gods couldn't see in the dark well at all, actually, but it could smell souls, taste the strength of Aleixi's spirit. And it was, as always, hungry to glut itself upon strong souls, to feast and reap and rend her flesh and make her soul a part of itself.

But the sorceress wasn't going to be calling warnings forever, and the monster had some extra tricks to play. First, it secreted a hard shell over itself, trying to armor against her strikes-but this backfired, limiting how quickly it could move and the directions it could strike from. Next, it ripped pieces of itself off, and threw them at Aleixi, turning them into warriors that would distract and harry her-but it picked poorly, and the imperial soldiers reborn as black inky mockeries of their former selves were as slow and weak as they were in life. Finally it turned to magic-bright beams of unlight erupting from it's flesh and shooting from the eyes of the unwilling sorceress. Those were harder to dodge, even with a warning-but afterwards the beast seemed...smaller. Still mammoth, but smaller.

[How do you feel about something between 8-10?]

[9 or 10 sound like they'd be fun!]

[Sounds good! Would you rather them be trapped together or have Ultron have Gwen trapped?]

[Trapped together sounds like it would be good to me. Do you want me to write a starter or do you?]

[OOC: I've got this!]

[Of all the cliché places Gwen could have regained consciousness in. It had to be what looked like a giant trash compactor. It was exactly like that old Star Wars movie she had watched with her friends. There was a pause and she had to wonder if they had it on this earth too.

She scratched at the back of her head and adjusted her hood as she tried to get her bearings. Among all the scrap she caught sight of Ultron in the room and the pieces started to fit together.]

So I'm guessing this whole thing is a set up to deal with you more than me, huh?

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[He'd been banged up pretty good even before he'd been tossed into this pit, probably to make sure he wasn't able to make his way back out, but Ultron wouldn't be who he was if he didn't have a quip for every occasion. In this case, quoting a line from said Star Wars film that this compactor resembled.]

One thing's for certain, we're all going to end up a lot thinner.

[Look, he was the son of Tony Stark, of course Ultron would have a good grasp on pop culture.]

[Gwen let's out a breath and as she tries to approaches one of the walls and places a hand on it. It stuck. She still had her powers which was a plus. Whether that would be helpful or not was another question.]

Great. As if I didn't already have impossible body image standards to live up to.

[She looks back over to Ultron.]

I'm guessing you don't have any bright ideas on how to get out of here?

Are you like- fully functional or whatever?

[Ultron tested out one of his blasters, shooting it straight up into the air. That was still functional. But when he tried to use the thrusters in his feet to fly, there was no response from his system. Of course. Whoever had done this would make sure it wouldn't be that easy for him.]

Not quite fully functional. But enough that we might be able to get out of here if we work together.

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Maedhros | the Silmarillion | OTA

Mignon | m/m

Amber 🏹 Genshin Impact 🏹 OTA

Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA

Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII/VIIR

Violet Sorrengail | The Empyrean Series

Alina Starkov | Shadow and Bone

dean winchester | supernatural

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aerith gainsborough | final fantasy vii-rebirth

Aleixi | Original | ota

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Ultron | MCU

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Darth Maul | Star Wars