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

[smallspot]

[A pair of big golden eyes blink up at Damian from underneath a mess of wavy dark hair. Their owner has not been so lucky as Damian. He has no one to trade clothes with and the best he has been able to find are still too big for him. Still, it's better than his usual armor. No child should be wearing armor like that...

An adult probably shouldn't ether, but that is a concern for later. Who knows how long he is going to be like this?]

Damian?

[Diarmuid holds out a hand toward the boy, sleeve falling over his hand to hide it. He makes a small sound of annoyance, before pushing it back again.]

It's me, Diarmuid.

[earlybird]

Diarmuid?

[ He almost trips in surprise, but swiftly corrects his footing. Christ, he is small. Smaller even than Damian is, normally. When Diarmuid holds out a hand to him, he crosses the rooftop to stand next to the chimney, squinting down at the smaller version of his mentor with interest. ]

You definitely shrank. Do you still have your powers, or did you climb up here?

[smallspot]

I climbed!

[And, as if to prove to Damian he did just that, Diarmuid hops off the chimney and starts trying to climb Damian himself.]

You got really tall! I bet Dick and Jason are not happy...

[Namely because he is sure that Damian is rubbing it in their faces.]

[earlybird]

[ And now he's a tree. Damian's brow furrows, but he lets Diarmuid climb as he pleases, bemused--

(a hand, hovering at his back, ready to catch, just in case)

--but tolerating it, for the time being. ]

I did, in fact, get tall. And Grayson is very short.

[ There's a smirk playing at his lips. Of course he rubbed it in Dick's face. ]

Todd is hiding from us, but we'll find him soon enough.

...Are you even able to get down from here?

[smallspot]

Yes, of course, but why would I? I like being up high!

[It seems while Diarmuid has his memories of being an adult, several of his childhood traits are bleeding through. He makes it up to Damian's head and braces himself there, before throwing out his hands.]

I'm the king of the Damian!

[Oh dear...]

[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. ]

[smallspot]

War upon the Pen of Dragons and the Gray's sons! We cannot allow them to take control of what is ours!

[Wow. Who knew Diarmuid was such a good little war general?]

They will enslave our people and ruin our training grounds!

[The giggles probably should give away someone is having way too much fun now, but he can't help it. It's not everyday he gets to play like this...or that he wants to. It must be something to do with whatever magic has done this to him.]

[earlybird]

Those villains. Shall we lay siege upon the Station, then?

[ For someone who refuses to play childish games, he's amused enough, tilting his head up to look at Diarmuid in all seriousness. ]

They'll be weakened, unprepared for an assault. Their donut stocks won't hold them forever.

[smallspot]

We must liberate the doughnuts!

[Diarmuid giggles again before forcing himself to look more serious.]

They are innocent and delicious and shouldn't have to face such a fate!

[He points toward the Police Station.]

To battle, Damian! To battle!

[earlybird]

[ They're doing this. Damian taps Diarmuid's ankle, shifting his shoulders in a gesture to let the boy know he should find a more secure hold, even as he steps up to the edge of the rooftop, grapple gun at the ready. ]

To battle, then. Hold on; this will be an aerial attack.

[ They are going to liberate the donuts. For themselves the entirety of the kingdom of Damian. And, in the process, cripple their enemies and destroy their stronghold.

He's going to enjoy the look on Todd's face when he finds out their entire stock has been looted. ]

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid shifts around to expertly secure himself on Damian's back. One might almost think he has done this before...probably because he has. Not exactly like this, of course, but close enough.]

We fight for you, me, and all of doughnut kind! Launch your attack when you are ready, Sir Damian! We will defeat the evil doughnut tyrants. They will never expect an attack from above!

The Pen of Dragons and the Gray's Sons have harmed their last innocent doughnut!

[earlybird]

[ He smirks, waiting until he's sure that Diarmuid has a solid hold, before jumping off, aiming, shooting, and swinging along the grappling line midair with casual daring, chaining them across the city until they land on the rooftop of the Station. ]

They've left their defenses down. We've timed our attack well.

[ He stows the gun away, striding confidently toward the roof-access door. ]

With luck, they're none the wiser.

[ Because they have no clue you two are pulling this kind of ridiculous maneuver. ]

We'll make sure these villains regret their reign of terror upon doughnut-kind, won't we?

[smallspot]

[It's hard for Diarmuid not to cheer when Damian swings out into the air. Of course, he manages to keep quiet because what knight going into battle has 'Wheeeee!' as his battle cry?

Damian may or may not hear a soft happy squeak, though.]

We will! Never again will a doughnut live in fear of them! What is the plan, Brave Damian? You have studied the layout of this place. How do we best attack, especially with their defenses down? We must use this mistake to our full advantage!

[earlybird]

The plan?

[ Hm. He hadn't actually thought of a plan. ]

Sneak in through the rooftop access, slay any we find alive inside, and then liberate the doughnuts.

[ And even as an adult, his plans are still terrible. Or maybe he is being tongue-in-cheek on purpose, looking up at Diarmuid seriously. ]

I'd welcome your counsel, of course.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid shakes his head, pointing toward the skylight to indicate the inside of the building.]

No, we can't kill anyone! They might have information we need to know. There are cells inside. We can capture them and lock them up until they tell us what we need to know. We don't know! They might have innocent doughnuts hidden somewhere we won't find otherwise. We can't leave that to chance!

[The doughnuts are depending on them, Damian!]

[earlybird]

Fair point. Capture and interrogation: no doughnut left behind.

[ Saber, Jason, and whoever else might be inside will soon find themselves ambushed and locked in the cells over doughnuts.

This is ridiculous. So dumb. But even he finds himself grinning inwardly as he prises open the entrance to slip inside. ]

[smallspot]

Yes! Let the battle begin!

[Diarmuid holds on tight as Damian sneaks into the Police Station, his eyes wide for any sign of people being inside the building. Is it silly? Are they going overboard? Sure, but at the same time, it's a lot of fun and no one is getting hurt. Why not have some fun for once?

At least, this is what the child part of him is saying. The adult is going to be so embarrassed, but he's not currently being listened to.]

[lytelcniht]

[They have, of course, entered during Saber's shift at the station.

She, too, has gained her former appearance; her former armor, as well. With no servant abilities allowing her to summon it at will, she's just sitting around with it on instead.

It'll be over soon enough, after all.

Of course, she isn't expecting anyone to come sneaking into the police station, especially not from the roof-- but she can hear them, and soon she's on her feet.]

...Jason? Damian?

[earlybird]

[ Pendragon is in the building. Damian holds a finger up to his lips-- quiet --as he slips down the steps, pressed to the wall with Diarmuid on his shoulders. With a careful lean, he looks around the corner, sees Saber, and quickly presses back, crouching down to let Diarmuid off.

Absolutely silent. He nods his head to where Saber is located, then nods at Diarmuid. There's desks nearby, cover they can take to sneak up on her and take her down.

Divide and conquer? ]

[smallspot]

[When Saber calls out, Diarmuid draws in a startled, but silent breath. His dismount from Damian's shoulders is, fortunately, equally quiet. Luckily for them, he is able to easily figure out what Damian is trying to say and nods in agreement with the plan. He peeks around the corner to make sure it is safe for him to dash to one of the desks and then off he goes.

It's hard to tell if he still has his powers or if the fact he is so small is why he moves so silently. Either way, he makes not a sound as he goes.]