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

[text]

[crowsicle]

what the hell eren doesnt text
who is YOU

[peepers]

[I don't know if you are PREPARED for how tiny tiny Davesprite is. IS YOUR BODY READY.]

[superstylishsquid]

*In the meantime, he'll start tearing into the raw meat. He doesn't seem to care that he's getting blood all over his face and hands.*

[oncedevil]

[...Going to have to teach you some table manners isn't he? He sets about trying to make a fire, using a rock and his sword blade with some dry brush to... not very impressive effect. A few sparks, no good really.]

YESSS

[verybaddog]

[Forget the door. How about the window? Since his alignment switch, Lancer's gotten much less careful about property damage.]

There you are!

[He's excited to finally find his friend, since he's filled with the desire to duel the other Servant.]

AW YISS

[oncedevil]

[AND DANTE IS A BRATTY TEENAGER. Without a shirt, because shirts are for losers like you. Boy you don't even try to hide what you are, do you? And you're calling him a demon? Rude.

ALSO EXCUSE YOU HE IS BUSY USING BUILDINGS AS WALKWAYS THANK YOU VERY MUCH? But fine, he'll pause just for you since you asked so nicely. He peers over the edge of a roof, completely unimpressed.]

You should talk. What, somebody let you off your leash so you thought you'd go bark at the neighbors?

[superstylishsquid]

*Yes, yes you are. But he pauses in his eating to watch Dante.*

What are you trying to do?

[text]

[greatrage]

I TXT SOMTIMES!!!!! LIKE TIMES LIK ENOW!!

bad typing? too many exclamation points? gotta be eren

[oncedevil]

Trying to build a fire.

[Frustratingly it isn't working. Sigh.]

[greatrage]

[HIS BODY IS READY except for the fact that it's not. It's like... made of jelly or ectoplasm or something and why dragon wings why.

also where did Davesprite go, HE JUST SAW HIM...]

Uh... Dave? Where'd you go? I need help here!! This is weird!!

[lytelcniht]

You could if you'd like-- for prana's sake-- but as I'm sure this will be reversed soon, it isn't necessary.

[She can't help but observe his suit. It's pretty snazzy, actually. She's almost jealous.]

There are other ways of conserving prana, as I'm sure you're aware of by now.

[flashover]

[wow what a punk. SURE REMINDS RIN OF SOMEONE....]

There you are! Woo, you're fast, guy! I'm all out of breath from chasing you.

[Except he's not, really. Rin grins, putting his hands on his hips]

Why don't you come down here, and we'll have a nice little talk, alright?

[superstylishsquid]

You mean like this?

*Zap! It's not much of a bolt of lightning, but it's easily enough to set brush on fire.*

[oncedevil]

[A mirror ten or so years ago?]

Fat chance. Get lost before I call the pound, Fido.

[He is a busy guy and why are you following him don't you know that's rude? Learn some manners, tail guy.]

[oncedevil]

[Oh! Man he really should have asked in the first place. You sure make a handy lighter.]

A devil of many talents I see.

[Okay well while you eat he'll just hack off a limb to roast that'll do the trick!]

Gotta say, never met a demon like you before.

you should have chosen night fury you jerk

[earlybird]

[ Of course it's a trap, but only the boy is waiting for Kuzuryuu. No others.

A scimitar taps idly against his knees from where he perches atop the Cathedral desk, waiting for the vigilante. The building is silent, no activity. But neither blade nor boy are clean, a smear of dried blood marring both faces. His expression is as silent as the meeting ground, carefully blank, although his eyebrows raise slowly, mocking, at the SHSL Vigilante's appearance.

He doesn't bother with a mask. Never has. He is a ghost, might as well not exist in the city, only appearing during personal operations as infiltrator and assassin, bundled into one. Information, goods, people - he always gets his target, and even in Ruby City there's 'needs.' He didn't even have a proper title: they just took to calling him the Demon.

He'd been the one to call Kuromaku out here, tonight. ]

I didn't think you'd show. Where's the sidekick?

[superstylishsquid]

Lightning magic is useful.

*He tilts his head as Dante starts roasting the meat. What's he doing that for?*

But what do you mean?

[oncedevil]

[Typically humans don't eat meat raw, that's why.]

Usually they just try to kill me right off the bat. It's a real pain in the ass.

[flashover]

[like looking in a mirror. BACK THROUGH TIME]

Hate to break it to ya, kid, but...

[With a few jumps between the buildings, he ends up next to Dante, hands in his pockets]

I am the dog-catcher.

[he points to the badge on his lapel]

Knights of the True Cross, Exorcist First Class. Nice ta meet'cha. We got word of a demon running around here causing mischief. That wouldn't be you, would it? Hahaha!

[superstylishsquid]

*He doesn't know that! He doesn't know anything about humans other than that they don't really have magic of their own.*

There's no point to killing you, you don't have anything I want and there's easier things to eat. Besides, even if I was that hungry, I know you're stronger than me.

[oncedevil]

[It's horrifying isn't it?

Woah, okay. Slightly impressive, but he still maintains that utterly unimpressed expression. Because it's mandatory.]

Would you get a load of this clown?

[He asks of no one in particular but himself, gesturing vaguely in Rin's direction.]

Right, well, whatever you and your fancy knights do how about you let the real devil hunters handle it. You just sit back, I'll show you how the professionals do it.

[That's not answering the question, Dante.]

[oncedevil]

[They are also pretty delicate compared to demons. Touchy digestive systems, can't even handle a little bit of spoilage.]

Doesn't seem to stop anyone else.

[He huffs, but alright, he'll take it. But wow, how far out of the loop can this kid really be?]

So you really don't know how to get back?

[superstylishsquid]

*4300 years out of the loop.*

I don't even know how I got here. I didn't know anything about the human world until today.

[flashover]

Uhhh... who are you talking to, man? [he shrugs and shakes his head] No one up here but us chickens, you know!

[he pulls his sword off his back, but doesn't unsheathe it. Instead he just sort of leans on it] Ahh? Devil Hunters? I didn't know that there were other exorcist groups! Hehe! Though I guess it makes sense, huh? I mean, it's not like there's just ONE of anything out there! They call that a... uh... [he snaps his fingers] Monarchy! ... Wait, no. Monopoly! Heh! There we go.

bless tiny mordred.

[earlybird]

[ His clothes are trying to strangle him, sweatpants suddenly pinching his hips and bunched up to his knees, the fabric of his tank top stretched tight across his torso, hitched up above his midriff in some bizarrely uncomfortable version of something that Grayson probably wore 'back in the day.'

The sudden change in height, and the too-tight sparring sweats, successfully bring him to the mats with a dull thud and a grunt of irritation. ]

Another day, another trial.

[ His voice is as haughty and snide as always, but tempered much, much lower. He struggles to sit up, frowning across the mats at her as he leans back on his elbows with a critical stare. ]

And you are small.