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

[earlybird]

-Tt.- Don't make it a moment.

[ Now she's getting him embarrassed. ]

It's just the truth.

[ Don't be weird. ]

[penisenvy]

[She nods.]

And...I like you better as you were before too. Though I'm glad that becoming a girl hasn't changed you in any way.

[earlybird]

[ He scrunches his nose at her, lofty. ]

Besides physically, why would it? I remain me.

[ Skilled, deadly, impressive him. Son of Batman. ]

Being ten worked out in my favor for this, anyway. Have you seen Grayson?

[penisenvy]

No.

..Do you think he's been changed by this too?

[earlybird]

He has. Protrusions.

[ In all seriousness, Damian (tiny, scrappy little tomboy that he looks like, now), makes the gesture at his chest, voice dropping low in a whisper. ]

He hugged me. I nearly suffocated.

[ Scandalized. ]

[penisenvy]

[She bends over from laughter.]

...Now that would have been an embarrassing method of death or injury.

[earlybird]

[ He scowls at her. This is serious, it was attempted murder. ]

Keep laughing. Just you wait until he does the same to you.

[penisenvy]

Why would he? He doesn't have a reason to hug me.

[earlybird]

[ He smiles, and it is not a nice smile. ]

I told him about you.

[ Nothing innocent about that statement, at all. In fact, it's foreboding. ]

[penisenvy]

[Her smile vanishes and her face takes on an expression of dread as she realizes what Damian had done.]

...You didn't!

[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. ]

[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!

[earlybird]

Grayson assumes what he will. Unfortunately for you.

[ There's no hiding, for Mordred. It's only a matter of time. He hums, self-satisfied, and reclines back in his chair, ankles crossed. A twitch of his hand reveals he's holding the watch. His smile widens - a baring of teeth.

He didn't--

He did. ]

You have a five minute head start. Or maybe three.

[penisenvy]

[She gives him one last bitter glare...and then runs. She doesn't want to risk suffocating in Grayson's cleavage.]