Time for something fun!

[untilavalon]

Need a little pick me up? Or just feel like playing something really stupid? It's time for a meme.

The Magical Swap Meme
or the 'oops, you done fucked up' meme

courtesy of Luc*

Directions

1. Post your character with the name/canon in the subject meme. In your comment, put your preferences such as, "I don't want to do prompt #1" or "for the gender swap prompt, [character] will look like [this]" or "for the age swap prompt, my character will be 5 years younger".


2. Tag each other and have fun.

Prompts

• Body Swap: Holy shit. You're looking at yourself like you're looking in a mirror. The only problem is, when you're looking down at your own hands... you're in someone else's body.


• Gender Swap: Well, this is new; you're now no longer in the right body, but it's still yours. Were you always a girl? You sure weren't yesterday. Of course, this is probably another one of the city's tricks; no point in getting all up in arms about it, is there?


• Age Swap: Are you starting to see a pattern here? Now you're younger-- or older-- than you were a little while ago. Who're you going to bug about your height now?


• Canon Swap: Your entire history is different now. Suddenly, you're a homestuck. Or maybe you're an elf. Or perhaps you're not even switching canons with the person you're threading with. What's the damage?


• Power Swap:...Like the one above, but with powers instead of canons.


• Moral Alignment Swap: Suddenly, you're evil as hell. Or maybe you're really good now. Or maybe your moral alignment is "eh /non-commital wiggly hand gesture". I don't make the rules here, bucko.


• Luc, you didn't include this swap I wanted to do!: Well look at you, you have a bigger imagination than I do. What are you waiting for? Swap it. Just swap it. Do it, before it's too late.
  

You now have four minutes to save the world.**

*If it's a bad meme, it wasn't my idea.
**You do not have four minutes to save the world. In fact, there's really no point in worrying about world saving right now.

Comments

[pocketmobster]

[Kuzuryuu calms a little as she listens to Maya, peering at him through her fingers. At the last part, her gaze travels downward.

...

AND THEN SHE LOOKS AWAY AGAIN BECAUSE HAHAHDKSHAKFJKL NO SHE WAS NOT STARING AT MAYA'S CROTCH.]

U-undercover as what? How's that even supposed to make sense?

[missleadingquestions]

[it's okay, Kuzu. Maya totally missed the implications of that, thankfully.

And he was talking about the extra inches in his height, thanks.]

Uh, because secret agents and all that stuff have to crossdress all the time? I don't know, I'm trying to make it fun!

Don't you have any imagination?

[Now Maya's the one pouting. It was a cool mental image, okay.]

[earlybird]

I can see that.

[ And age must temper Damian's irritation, because even a small child climbing atop his shoulders isn't enough to set him off, instead making sure that Diarmuid won't fall by keeping his hands wrapped loosely over his ankles. ]

The most powerful of kingships. [ Ego goes untempered, though. ] And what's your first decree, my liege? I recommend we declare war upon the Pendragons. [ Ruthless practicality, too. ]

[ He's even playing along, though his pokerface is, at this point, perfected. ]

[earlybird]

[ His eyebrows raise. She is so proper. Ever practical, he fixes the sweatpants issue, somewhat, loosening the tie cutting into his hips and snapping the elastic on the cuffs. The tank is abandoned altogether. He does spend a moment to admire the sudden breadth of his own hands, flexing his fingers - stronger. ]

It's Ruby City. It could have been the weather, or maybe it was just the phase of the moon, or perhaps the wardens simply got bored.

[ He doesn't sound upset though. Instead, the longer he inspects his new, older body, the more excited he gets, rolling to his feet to check out the sudden upgrade in height he's gained. ]

I think I'm taller than Grayson.

[ Delighted. His shoulders are broad, even the most recent scars on his torso looking long-since faded. ]

[oncedevil]

Sounds pretty shitty if you ask me.

[He won't mince words, the way devils treat their young is garbage and that's all there is to it. But yes, cooked meat is great and you should totally institute this as a habit.]

How old are you anyway?

don't fail asher now, bakerstreet

[earlybird]

[ A soft snort - amused. He slips off the desk, giving the scimitar a twirl. ]

'La terreur n'est autre chose que la justice prompte, sévère, inflexible.' [ Quipped, off-handed. ] Robespierre.

[ The scimitar is sheathed, however, and he rubs a palm across the dried blood on his face, flaking it away. ]

But I didn't call you out here to study. Or, even, to fight. You don't have to look so worried, Kuromaku.

In fact, I called you out here to be helpful.

[ Helpful. The young assassin - who has taken out several citizens with brutal, swift execution at the order of his commander, only to disappear into the depths of the city's underbelly, untraceable - wants to be helpful. The smirk on his face, sharp and humorless, says he knows how absurd that sounds.

But the handler he came with isn't here. For all intents and purposes, it looks like this time, he's acting alone. ]

Red Hood / Jack Napier

[sickjoke]

Edward Nygma

[questionslinger]

[superstylishsquid]

It's how it is.

*Munch munch. Yummy.*

I'm six.

Bruce Banner

[lastincident]

[ Please no age swap; Bruce's youth was hell. ]

As we discussed last night, mwahaha...

[edwardian_adventuress]

Doctor!

[ Charley dashes into the console room, looking just a bit unnerved. Her hands go to her chest and she stops in her tracks, trying to calm down and slow her breathing.

She looks around for the Doctor with a slightly panicked expression. Surely he'd know what the hell is going on, and why her pulse is going twice as fast as it should ever since she woke up. ]

Doctor! Where are you??

[oncedevil]

Doesn't make it any less shitty.

[Chew, pause, stare.]

Six!?

[This is a six year old demon? That's terrifying.]

Holy shit, dude. And you're out on your own already?

[Demons are horrible.]

[captain_asthmatic]

[OOC: Heck yeah!]

[When he touched Aradia's hand, it was like some kind of lightning bolt jumped between them. He found himself on the ground, panting for breath. Welp, back to the world of asthma.]

What the heck was--

[He stared as something translucent floated by. Was that a...ghost?]

[superstylishsquid]

Not entirely. Lord Cronos gives me a safe place to rest without demanding anything but that I train. But I have to do some hunting on my own.

*Eating like this is perfectly normal.*

[oncedevil]

[Nothing normal about it, not that Dante really knows a whole lot about 'normal'. Growing up in the human world is definitely vastly different than the demon, apparently.]

Hnph.

[He's just going to eat and look vaguely surly about the whole thing. He's not sure what he's so upset over just that he is.]

/o/

[calmbefore]

[Unlike Charley, he's had the misfortune of being awake when everything changed, and he's not really certain what to think of it. Everything's... less than it should be. Quieter, dimmer, and he's once again missing the feeling of time passing.

But it's different this time. It's not so much as if it's been burnt out as if it's just... not there, and he's not entirely certain what to make of it. Enough that by the time Charley arrives he's settled in against the central console. If he can't feel her like he usually would then at least he can take some comfort in her physical presence.

The sound of Charley's voice, on the other hand, has him peeking out from behind the console. He's still not entirely certain he likes how this... whatever it is has him feeling, but what he can hear in Charley's voice is more than enough to get him to put aside his own concerns for the moment.]

I'm here.

[Possibly hovering just on the edge of panic, but he's there.]

Is something matter?

[superstylishsquid]

*He tilts his head and peers at Dante curiously.*

What?

[oncedevil]

Just shouldn't be that way, that's all. Parents are supposed to look after their kids.

[He has feelings on this subject okay.]

[superstylishsquid]

Then how would they know if they're strong enough to earn a place?

[oncedevil]

Earning a place shouldn't be about who eats who, man.

[He says as he crunches a bone in frustration.]

[superstylishsquid]

Then what do we eat when there's no food that isn't each other?

[penisenvy]

Well, I thought I'd let you take over both these tokens and this beast of burden.

[She shakes the box of candy.]

...But now that you have also been changed...

[She gets a mischievous grin on her face.]

I guess I'm wooing you, fair maiden.

[oncedevil]

Well I don't know, ever consider taking up farming?

[He'll stick to the human world thanks.]

[psych0p0mps]

[So it's kind of unclear where these two got ahold of a portable DNA recombination device. Maybe it was hiding in a TARDIS storeroom or something. It's also a little unclear how they managed to activate it on accident, especially without melting them both. But they did, somehow, and here we are.

It's not exactly a pleasant experience to have your physiology rearranged on a molecular level, so it was courteous of the blinking sphere to knock them unconscious first. But when they do come to, there's plenty to be disoriented about even without the lingering nausea from the process.

Aradia groans and props herself up on one elbow, clutching at her chest. Her heartbeat is pounding more STRONGLY than ever before, to the point where she's amazed she can hear anything else. And the rhythm is weird, too, a strange syncopated beat instead of a steady pulse.]

Ugh... what happened? Doctor-?

[But she stops short there, because the guy lying nearby - though his face is still recognizable - looks a lot different from the last time she saw him...]

[edwardian_adventuress]

[ Charley continues to clutch her chest, leaning against the console...and then jumps back as she can feel the TARDIS in her head. And then she realizes that she can feel the Doctor's not-yet-panic in her head. ]

What's happening to me??

[ She goes from clutching her chest to clutching her head, squeezing her eyes shut to try to get some semblance of control. ]

Heart's...racing and, oh God, please calm down you're giving me a headache!