rubycity_ooc | Time for something fun!

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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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[ 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.

That I am. It is slightly inconvenient.

[She acknowledges it without sounding irritated.]

It seems...some change has come over us. Have you any idea what may have caused it.

[ 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. ]

That is true.

[She looks over toward his abandoned tank top, and then back at her own loose tube top, which is ready to have a wardrobe malfunction any second. She quickly scrambles over to that tank top, one hand holding on to her top and the other other her pants. She makes a face at the stench of sweat that clings to the piece of clothing, but still slips it on. It also looks rather big on her, but at least it doesn't threaten to fall off and leave her topless.]

...Are you? Sir Grayson is rather tall.

[She looks up at Damian and scrutinizes him.]

I think you might be broader than him, though.

[ He is. He totally is - taller, and broader. (In the shoulders, at least - he tapers down quickly. Grayson's got a stronger core.) ]

You've gotten a lot more polite.

[ Damian sure hasn't. He stares down at the tinier Servant, now sporting his stolen tank top. ]

I would have expected you to be mad about this. Madder than usual, anyway.

It would not become a knight to rant and rave like a village loon.

[As she speaks, she lets out a bit of her usual haughtiness. True, she was feeling a bit jumpy, but she is a knight, and so she should provide a shining example to the rest of the people who might have been affected by this change.]

And you are not angry about this change at all?

But you rant and rave all the time.

[ Both eyebrows raised. This is almost hilarious. Normally she's so yell-y. ]

And angry? Why would I be angry?

[ He grins, the excitement bleeding through. ]

I'm an adult! I'm stronger, faster, taller. This is great!

[ He hopes it never wears off. ]

[A blush spreads on her cheeks.]

I think...I must have...been angry about something during those times. More angry than I should be.

[However, she does feel a bit irritated at having her behavior criticized.]

Ah, that's good. You humans really do remain as children for too long.

[She looks back down at her own body, flexing one of her tiny hands.]

And I am small and weak, until this enchantment wears off, at least. This might impede my knightly duties.

[She wrinkles her nose again as she sniffs at Damian's shirt.]

...At least I am not disgusting, as the children in my time tended to be.

[ Self-restraint is out the window. Damian is inspecting his body, twisting back and forth - the scar running down the length of his spine, long and jagged, is white with age, and somehow that pleases him the most. ]

Weak?

[ That catches his attention, and he crouches down in front of her, wrapping long arms around his knees. He may be older, but much of his body posture is still childish. ]

You don't have your powers anymore?

[She closes her eyes and tries to summon Clarent. When she fails, she shakes her head.]

...No, I don't think so. That, and I am currently stuck as a child. I have never been a child before.

Really?

[ He tilts his head, considering. ]

Well. It sucks. That's about all there is to it.

Except it's easier to take people by surprise. They always underestimate kids.

I grew up very quickly.

[There's just a slight hint of bitterness as she says this.]

...I suppose so. You would know, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

[ He's never not been a kid. He knows. ]

If anybody gives you any trouble, just punch them in the kidney. They'll get the message.

[ Best life advice, right here. ]

...I'll do that.

[Her eyes blaze with newly found determination.]

[ Something close to a grin curls his lips up, and he unfolds back to his feet, hands on his hips. ]

Is there anything you want to do, while still a child?

Besides punching kidneys.

[ Although they can make that happen. Damian is always up for a little fight, a little blood. ]

...

[She thinks for a moment.]

I...do not know. What is it that children would do for fun here?

[ He stares back at her. Thinks. ]

I...don't know. Actually. Maybe - games?

[ He spends his free time beating up criminals and playing with his phone. What is fun? ]

...What sort of games? Jousting? Chess?

[ He doesn't know. He really doesn't know. ]

Ball games, I think.

[ He's seen kids on the playground playing with footballs, baseballs, soccer balls. Although, for the life of him, he couldn't make heads or tails of the rules. ]

Ball games? Like the one where you kick the ball into a goal?

[She's not clear on that either, though she remembers seeing peasants do it once.]

That's one of them, yes.

[ That's many of them, actually. ]

...do you wanna try?

[ The two idiots are seriously going to try and play a sportball. God help them. ]

[She hesitates for a moment, and then nods eagerly, a big smile plastered on her face.]

Yes, please!

Alright, I'm pretty sure Diarmuid has some sports gear around here.

[ He even remembers which closet it's stowed in. Gesturing for her to follow him, he's off to poke his nose into storage, pulling out a beat-up soccer ball from the haphazard collection of donated equipment. Giving it a testing bounce against the ground, he determines that it's in good enough condition to use, before handing it off to her and digging back through the pile to drag out a small, kiddy goal net.

Making the futbol happen. ]

[She watches him curiously as he does the setup.]

...Do you need any help?

I've got it.

[ In fact-- yes. Yes, he can, he can lift the entire thing with two hands, easily clearing it over his head in triumph as he turns around to head outside. ]

Come on. This is supposed to be played on the grass.

bless tiny mordred.

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