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Time for something fun!

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

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".

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.

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[The first thing Mordred does with her new change (after the mandatory swearing and freaking out and realizing that being a man makes her feel dumb and heavy and weird) is to pay Damian a visit at the police station. A visit complete with flowers and candy, also featuring her riding in on an exhausted warg.]

...So, check me out now. Don't I look ever bit the knight?

[Somewhere, Arturia looks up, aware.

It has come to pass.

Mordred has done something comedically stupid enough to be considered the perfect story for arthurian legend. the cycle is complete.]

[ There's a warg in the Police Station. Damian (Dami, Grayson had crooned at him, before he promptly shot the usage of any name but his full, complete name down with a fist of righteous correction) , caught leaning back in chair, stares at the overgrown wolf, then shifts his stare up to its rider.

He doesn't look too much different. A little narrower in the shoulders of his t-shirt, a softer jawline, longer bangs still spiking up from beneath a knit cap. Combined, however, he looks even more like Talia than he already had. ]

...What are you doing?

[ Voice higher pitched, though it's obvious he's trying to drag it down to his normal tones; hard, though, given that he, naturally, speaks pretty loudly. ]

[A bit of her bluster fades away as she gets confused about Damian's new voice.]

I am showing you how a knight would conduct a tryst.

...And is it me, or has your voice become...squeaky?

[ His eyebrows raise, skeptical. ]

More importantly: why? There's no one here for you to woo, Red.

[ Behold, the Station: it is barren. The legs of the chair snap back down as he lets it fall back into place, pushing himself out of his seat to wander over to inspect the poor creature that Mordred has wrangled into submission, entirely fearless as he rolls to tip-toes in order to scratch it behind the ears. Mordred gets a scornful glance. ]

You're not the only one who's been changed today. [ He lets his control on his voice slip, to emphasize - less squeaky, and undeniably a girl's voice. ]

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.

[ One moment he is standing on the floor, petting the warg. The next, in the span of an eye blink, he is crouching, balanced and catlike, on the warg's shoulders in front of her, narrowed eyes barely two inches from her own. From this distance it's easier to see all the smaller shifts to his face - finer bone structure, a thinner brow, more reds and pinks mixed into the tanned skin of his cheeks and mouth. ]

You want to run that one by me again?

[ It is also easier to see the warning scowl on his face, sharp and dangerous. ]

[ (Another line is added to arthurian legend.) ]

[Even if Damian is scowling, she can't help but think he makes an adequately pretty girl. Certainly no worse than the other children running around town.]

[She stares back into his angry eyes and smiles, showing no fear.]

I have decided to grace you with my attentions.

[And then gathering up all her presents into one hand, she reaches out with her free hand to gently tap Damian on the nose.]

Rejoice. Not every girl has a prince taking the effort to ride up to her bower.

[ His face goes slack with outrage at the nose tap, eyes widening, and there's a noise caught in his throat that may very well be a wordless yell of fury as he bristles.

He's rejoicing. Obviously.

Mordred should probably be expecting the battlecry and the lunge that soon follows.]

[She expects it, but moves too slowly to dodge it. With an undignified squawk, she goes down, tumbling off of the warg, which bolts away toward another corner of the police station.]

Get off!

[ Nope, she has a slightly smaller ball of fury on top of her in an instant, the flowers he snatches raised threateningly and lip curled. He will beat you with the flowers, Mordred. ]

Now, let's try this again. A third chance, because I am generous.

Do I look like a maiden, Red?

[She gives an irritated huff.]

Not a particularly graceful one, at least.

[ He huffs right back, thwacking her once with the flower stems before standing up. ]

-Tt.- You're lucky Pendragon would be disappointed if I beat you black and blue.

[ Both flowers and chocolates have found their way into his hands, only the flowers a little beat up, but mostly intact. He glares down at her, the goods held in a curl against his chest. ]

And for the record? I am exceedingly graceful. A maiden, however, I am not.

[She gets up and dusts herself off.]

Alright already. You're still a warrior, even though you're the girl now.

[And he reminds her even more of herself.]

But, you know, there wasn't any other way for a knight to woo a woman back in my time.

[ He snorts, poking his nose into the box of candies, because priorities. He doesn't really have much of a taste for chocolate aside from Junior Mints, but even he hums, pleased, at the bittersweet taste of a dark cocoa truffle. ]

Welcome to the modern age, Red. Now you can simply woo whoever you wish, regardless of anything at all.

[ And, yes, because he is generous, he holds up the box of ~~stolen~~ given chocolates to her, offering, even as he picks out another with a discerning eye. ]

Where'd you get these, anyway?

[She takes one and pops it in her mouth.]

I took them from a shop display window. Where else would I get them?

[ He rolls his eyes - that's thievery, Red. But he can't bring himself to point that out when he's already picked out another. ]

They're good. Dark chocolate's really the only kind I like. Everything else is too sweet.

[ He smirks around his chocolate, suddenly mischievous and smug, kicking his foot out to nudge at her shin playfully. ]

If you want to actually woo someone, sorry, but you'll just have to get more chocolates. These are now mine.

[ Seized your candies, Mordred. There's no getting them back. ]

[She sputters indignantly.]

Hey! You can't confiscate things from a royal!

[ He's already darting back out of reach, teeth flashing in a rare grin as he pops yet another in his mouth, just to rub it in. ]

I'm a royal, and as you are in my territory, I can confiscate whatever I wish! I'm taking your warg, too.

[ Except the reach he's used to for her is much, much shorter. ]

[She makes a swipe at Damian, taking advantage of her increased reach.]

Hey! I tamed that warg fair and square!

[Meanwhile, the warg gives a little whimper, as if in protest.]

Hah, take it up with your embassy-agh!

[ Wow, no, much longer reach - Damian's sweatshirt gets snagged in the swipe, and he's suddenly yanked off balance mid-step. ]

Hey!

[ Tables turned, and he has made a grave miscalculation. ]

[She snickers and starts pulling him in.]

Technically, this place is my embassy, since it belongs to my father.

[She's glad she's finally found some use for this big, stupid body. Well, more use than just trolling, anyways.]

[ The box of candies is held as far away from her as his arms can reach, leaning away from the pulling uncooperatively and squirming to twist his sweatshirt out of her grip. ]

-Tt,- get off!

[ This is ridiculous, she's not supposed to be that tall--! ]

Make me.

[She sticks her tongue out at him.]

[However, what she doesn't notice is that Damian's shirt has begun to fray, between her grip and his struggling.]

[ One more twist is all it takes for the fabric to break at the neck, sending him toppling to the ground with a surprised yelp as he overbalances, the fall knocking the wind out of him.

(He's still gripping the box, though. Priorities.) ]

Ow.

[ That's as close to a pained whine as he's ever gotten, pushing himself up to sit back on folded legs and rubbing at his stinging stomach. He gets his breath back a moment later, and promptly spends it on a complaint. ]

That was dumb.

i'm trash i wanna do a genderswap too...

[NOT HERE and all for the greater glory]

HELL YE GENDER SWAP.

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