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

LI'L MATCHES COME TO YOUR ANIKI'S BOSOM

[pocketmobster]

[More like curiosity, sass, and an inability to steer away from potentially difficult conversational topics. ]

It's a long story. Che, would you stop picking at that? You're gonna fuck it up worse before Tsumiki gets here. Just leave it alone, dumbass.

[Unlike Damian, Kuzuryuu's just as charming no matter where he is or what name he's using. But his tone, for all its gangster growl, still has no real warning in it. After a short pause, he exhales, long and bitter, and looks away again.]

Enoshima. Enoshima Junko happened.

[He lifts a hand to his face, his eyepatch framed in the space between two fingers.]

We had thirty thousand active members, and it didn't mean shit.

the description of that icon is "swaggety." i am trash

[earlybird]

It feels weird. [ A muttered complaint, and, rebellious, he fidgets with it a moment more, before dropping his hands and wiping them off on his pants. It's not coming out without Tsumiki.

He goes still, however, when Enoshima is spoken; a ripple of non-movement that runs through him from head to toe.

That's a name he knows. ]

Puppetrix.

[ He understands, completely. ]

[earlybird]

I did.

[ He's inspecting his nails, still smiling, malicious and wicked. ]

All about you. He'll want to thank you for your efforts in keeping me company, I'm sure.

[ You'll suffer, just like he did, Mordred. ]

No it's wonderful

[pocketmobster]

It was a slaughter. She turned half our forces against us, including my little sister. [A beat.] And Peko.

[His hand covers that missing eye, now, like all his past is written there within the empty socket.]

I did exactly the idiot thing Enoshima knew I'd do. But Peko...managed not to kill me. That kind of strength...

[Kuzuryuu trails off, gaze fixed somewhere beyond the far wall of the tunnel. He brings his hand down and shakes his head.]

Anyway, after Enoshima got her kicks out of breaking us and left us for dead, Peko brought me to ex-detective Kirigiri Jin, begged for my life, and--I'll never know what that asshole was thinking, but he took care of us both. [A shrug.] Bet you can figure out the rest on your own.

li'l matches best tiny mafia baby

[earlybird]

[ The parallels at the end go unacknowledged, the Demon simply staring, eyes hooded and contemplative; picking the information apart and squirreling it away in whatever categorical systems he has set up inside his mind. Reading Kuzuryuu's body language, connecting the dots. ]

She's devoted to you.

[ Matter-of-fact, neutral, as he's simply stating a truth. He's perceptive. More perceptive than people, even those on his side, give him credit for. Just because he doesn't empathize with others doesn't mean he doesn't see the relationships that are there, the whys behind someone's actions.

Usually he twists that knowledge against his enemies, but not this time, not with them. Not ever - as he agreed. ]

And your sister?

[ Right for the jugular in conversation, every time. ]

[missleadingquestions]

...Well, I don't know whose fault i was.

But there wasn't enough food around winter, and the heating broke, too. I don't know why.

[missleadingquestions]

Yeah... There's been a couple of things. When it's the overseers, there usually isn't something weird to find.

Nick said something happened one Valentine's day but he won't tell me what. I kind of forgot to keep bugging him about it.

[questionslinger]

Ah--

No. [ It's just so simple. No. He forbids it. Denies the idea, as if it were that easy. ]

There are many things between the boy you are now and the man you must become... that only time can give. Wisdom of experience, growth in both skill and compassion. Don't let your eagerness to become the man you think your father is blind you to the man that you can become.

There are some things that only come with age. If you do not understand the myriad affects that will shape you as you grow, you cannot understand how to be that person to his fullest.

Adopted. So adopted. Li'l Matches can watch Kuzu cry every time he watches The Godfather.

[pocketmobster]

[Kuzuryuu draws in a little when reminded of Peko's loyalty, but lets it out on a sigh after the question.]

Enoshima's set up a cute little puppet organization under her, with what was left of our people. They're Puppetrix's second string of muscle, after Fenrir.

[And he meets Damian's gaze now, resolute.]

But she's still alive. As long as she's still alive, I got a chance to get her back.

[boarrowedyourwife]

Was I? Or did I just want you to think I was so I could laugh at how easily I could make you think you'd surprised me?

[Diarmuid draws his weapons back up into ready position, his body tensing as he does.]

You may be a good fighter, but sometimes you are far, far too trusting!

[And, without another word, Diarmuid launches himself full force at the other Servant.]

[smallspot]

Diarmuid! My name is Diarmuid!

[He moves to join Miles, but when he looks at the side the other boy is indicating, he is still confused.]

How can you tell this side is the door?

[psych0p0mps]

Two?

[She squints for a few seconds, listening, and the weird rhythm starts to make sense. Two hearts. Dang. What else do they have two of? - is definitely not a thought that enters her mind.

With that particular worry out of the way, she suddenly remembers an important question she hasn't asked yet.]

What about you? Are you okay?

[psych0p0mps]

[Babby Aradiasprite is the kind of kid who gets into goddamn everything. Just this morning she got stuck in a cereal box. But she quickly learned that hiding in weird places is a great way to surprise people! And surprising people is fun.

So yeah, if Davechick gets too close to her hiding place - currently a (clean) laundry basket - she is totally gonna jump out at him. Just gotta wait for the opportune moment.....]

[penisenvy]

Shit!

[She looks around the polices station, wondering if there's anything she can hide in. Or perhaps she can make a getaway on her warg...if it wasn't napping.]

He can't possibly think we're good friends or anything, can he? We're just fellow warriors appreciating each other's skill!

[greatrage]

Tch... You've got a mean streak, you know that?

[Eren huffs and climbs out of the tub, finding a towel to wrap himself in so he doesn't drip all over everything. He doesn't really WANT to get out, but he doesn't want to be almost-drowned either!]

Li'l matches just facepalms

[earlybird]

[ He matches the stare, and there's a flicker in his aloofness, a distant glimmer of something close to understanding.

Siblings. ]

And now you have me.

[ The first time he's mentioned it since the deal was made. Being on their side, now. On Kuromaku's leash. ]

It's no longer a chance, but a certainty. I have never failed a mission.

[ Flawless self-confidence in his skills. ]

[desertedchateau]

Safe..? Yeah, I'd hope so. [The penny drops a second later and 'her' eyes widen.] Oh! [She can't help it and laughs.] It's been a while since I've met someone that proper about things. I'm not going to faint from shock if you need to look at my arms or legs, you realize?

[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan looks at him and nods.] Did it feel like an adrenaline jolt? [Because that's what hers registered as before her nervous system settled back down.] Or like something else?

XD

[desertedchateau]

Not your voice? This isn't mine, either! [Morrigan rubs at the small of her back and winces.] I hope I didn't just bruise anything.. So it looks like we've swapped. Either that or some high level magic's making the rounds and giving us the illusion of swapping.

It's like the story of his childhood okay

[pocketmobster]

[Kuzuryuu's eyebrows rise, then draw together again.]

Aah, no offense, kid, but aren't you about eight years old or something?

[He hasn't even actually considered...using the Demon like that. He just didn't want the boy running off somewhere, alone, without his handler-brother-commander-whatever. He has no doubt Damian could take care of himself, but he just. That's not an image he likes, the boy living on his own in the city's filthy underbelly.]

it's a really long movie. kiddo tuned out an hour ago.

[earlybird]

Ten. [ Correction. A hint of irritation. He's not a kid. ] I was born sometime in September, I think.

[ Grayson would know. He was the only one who had even mentioned Damian's age, in passing. But the Demon has sharp ears. ]

Although I don't understand what that has to do with anything. I'm one of the most accomplished assassins in the entire Underground.

[ It's why he needs a handler, in the first place. An asset like himself is hard to control, and dangerous if left to direct himself. Damian could just as easily opt to wipe out an entire compound rather than a single target, simply because he feels it's more practical. ]

If you tell me to retrieve your sister, I will retrieve your sister.

[graysondive]

[He's already half following him to the ledge of the roof-- but Damian's change in demeanor as he steps off the ledge takes him a bit by surprise. He rushes to ledge and quickly jumps off after him, if only because of the perplexion it's caused.

Of course he could keep up, what's that supposed to mean?]

You wanna race-- after I planted one of your weapons in your shoulder?

[earlybird]

[ Damian's never been unhappy, being so young. Irritated, maybe, that he's constantly underestimated and looked down upon, despite his formidable ability to hold his own in any fight and despite his advanced education. He's never seen it as a handicap - he takes down larger opponents just as matter-of-factly as he'll take down ones his own size, rips apart presumptions by performing mathematical feats and building flying cars. He considers himself an equal, or more frequently even a superior, to the adults around him.

But adulthood is addicting. Years of physical development, bypassed.

His face falls into a frown at Nygma's denial. He understands well enough, what the man's telling him; however, Damian is intensely stubborn. ]

A year is a year, whether I'm a youth or an adult. What difference could it make?

[ Damian's problem has always been the smallness of his world. Everything revolves solely around his identity as Robin. So to the boy, a year spent in the field is a year of experience either way; age, irrelevant. ]

[verybaddog]

[Suddenly, this conversation has become much less enjoyable. It rankles to consider the possibility that someone he has once called a friend might be manipulating him.]

Damn you.

[He snarls as he charges back into battle. He lets his spear vanish and reaches out to grab at the other Servant's spears with his bare hands.]

[lastincident]

[ Her delicate cheeks are flushed now. How long has it been, since Morrigan blushed? ]

I'm a doctor, I know about bodies.

But I've also been celibate the last ten years. Its a delicate balance to tread.