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]

Too slow!

[ Perhaps it's for the best that they both manage to tag the loft window at the same time, or close enough - Dick's slightly longer reach may have won him that battle, even with Damian hot at his heels; unlocked (from Static, likely), it pushes in with the twin shoves, wide enough to send them both tumbling to the loft floor.

Damian finds himself sprawled against a pillow, and is absurdly pleased about it, barking out a laugh.

Like Dick, he's never really had the chance to play with another child assassin the way that their type enjoys playing: violent, competitive, reckless. The race is fun, and he'd argue the fight that preceded it was fun, too, even if they're now bleeding all over the loft floor. It's a welcome distraction from thinking too hard on his brother's departure for the moment. ]

I think it's clear who the winner was.

[ Him, he means. Him.

He rolls to his feet, shaking off the fall. The medical kits are kept all over the house, and it's a quick drop down the ladder, over the stair rail, and to the kitchen tile to fish out one of the kits from the island's drawers, letting Dick follow at his own pace. The town-home is spacious, an open-floor plan with plenty of room to maneuver, other windows boarded up and blacked out; evocative of the Batcave with the exception of the loft window bringing in large swaths of sun. ]