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rubycity_ooc2014-06-13 10:34 pm
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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.
- 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.
Jason Todd | DC Comics
it's time for /lady todd/
On Todd's couch, in Todd's apartment, which he let himself into. (If you didn't want it to get broken into, you would have chosen a better series of locks, Todd.) The heat is sweltering, but he's huddled in an oversized white sweater nonetheless, focused on some game on his phone.
He's already gone snooping, found all of Todd's little hidden caches, distracted himself by playing with some of the weapons, flipping a butterfly knife back and forth. Jason's fridge was raided shortly after, leftover fried rice devoured cold. Damian's been ignoring the chiming of the watch, stuffed it between the couch cushions with a vengeance.
He's not here. ]
and /girly brat/
He wasn't happy about it, but-- well. Again. Worse things have happened.
(Rearranging his pants so they actually fit properly was weird though. And his shirt. Should he find a bra? Fuck he didn't wanna wear a bra. He didn't even know anybody in his size. Whatever, who needs bras, fuck the patriarchy.)
Walking through his door, the last thing he expected was the sight of the demon brat in the same situation. He kind of stands there, blinking. (He'd kind of hoped this was all the result of some delirious hangover thing but maybe he wasn't lucky enough for that.) ]
Oh. You too, huh.
new crimefighting vigilante duo
[ His voice is a growl, as low as he can make it. Damian refuses to look up from his phone, the narrower line of his shoulders hunching grumpily up to his ears, even as his heels (shoes off, thinner, feet smaller and more finely boned even at this age) kick against the backing. ]
And don't tell anyone I'm here. [ The watch chimes again from the depths of the seat cushions; the customized chirp he has set to anything Dick sends him. ]
Not until this is over.
[ There's still the question of why he fled here at all. ]
hit monthly title
You know, you don't look a whole lot different. [ He shuts the door behind him, stepping further into his apartment. ] They might not even notice. You're 10, it'll be easy to hide.
[ Unlike Jason who's currently-- well. Time to change this shirt. He starts pulling it off and walking to his bedroom at the same time. ]
You better not have eaten my food.
who knows which main character they'll kill off when the ratings drop?
[ Not a hint of shame. Hello, Jason, he's just going to go ahead, break into your apartment, and eat your food. You shouldn't expect anything less. He leans backward to drop to the couch cushions with a grunt, still focused on his phone, legs now resting on top of the of the couch; the epitome of a child layabout. ]
Changed enough. [ Clipped. The sweatshirt helps swing the androgynous look, but he's more tomboy than anything at the moment. ]
Grayson is being insufferable, as is everyone else.
[ Both arms pop up above the couch as he suddenly throws them up in an agitated gesture. ]
They wanted me to wear a skirt!
given their history, it could swing either way.
Uh, pretty sure they aren't when they're mine.
[ Jason returns to his room to finish dressing, now in a baggier shirt and pants. He leans against the doorway when he's done, giving Damian an amused look. ]
You never done an undercover mission before? It's the only explanation as to why you're so uncomfortable right now.
[ Every Robin eventually has to cross dress for the job. Everyone. ]
keeps you on the edge of your toes
[ The scowl doesn't intimidate him. Or it wouldn't, if he could see it. Instead, he swings his feet left-and-right in a bored rhythm that really only makes sense to him. ]
And of course I've done an undercover mission. I had to infiltrate a museum school trip once, with Brown. Wore the stupid shirt and everything.
What does that have anything to do with this?
[ This, of course, being the girl thing. ]
so much cliffhanger
[ Because it doesn't count if you aren't. Not a real Robin undercover operation.
Jason pads over to his kitchen, rooting around in the pantry for food before grabbing a box of cereal (probably the only thing he could actually keep down right now-- it was a rough night and never drink with Saber) and walking over to the sofa. ]
Scooch over. [ He will just lay on you if you don't. ]
so many crying on tumblr
[ Crossdressing for missions is dumb, Todd.
Grunting at Jason's command, he nonetheless makes room, rolling to the side and letting his legs fall to the cushions to push himself out of the way. His heels are hooked over the arm of the couch, upper torso twisting to slide lazily off the edge as he plays his game now upside-down. Children: able to miraculously contort into the strangest of shapes and still consider it comfortable. ]
How long does it last?
[ He hasn't been here that long. Things go back to normal eventually, right? ]
i bet that tag would be terrifying
[ Jason hits the couch with a soft bounce and he leans into the pillows with a slight groan. Note to drunk self; crashing at the Police Station is a bad idea. Never do that. Just go home and deal let Hangover Self catch a break. After his moment of self reflection passes, he opens his box of cereal and starts shoving it in his mouth dry. It tastes like sandpaper and his stomach feels like lead, but he’ll deal. Gotta eat something. ]
Dunno. [ He says through mouthfuls of cereal. ] Never been turned into a girl before. Week, maybe two.
so many deconstruction posts so many fanart
[ As if this is significant. He talks to girls all the time here in Ruby City, of course, but none of them were civilian children his age. Brown had seemed amused at his reluctance to play, but he felt he'd done admirably.
He smirks at Jason's distress, rolling his legs off the armrest and to the side to dig his toes into the space between the couch and Jason's back in a move that is clearly designed to, as he slowly worms his feet further into the gap, be a growing annoyance. Damian may be sparing with physical contact, but, for reasons that only make sense to him, he has no qualms with throwing himself into Jason's space. He's not phased, much, by the changes that Jason himself is sporting, although he squints a bit at the long hair - that's weird. Todd with long hair is weirder than Todd with hips or a bust. ]
A week?
[ He grimaces at that, dropping his arms to the floor with a groan of his own, though he quickly curls them back in to push his sweatshirt back into place from where it starts hitching up his stomach. ]
I don't want to. It's weird, and hot, and everyone is treating me like a toy. As if I've suddenly changed.
[ Gender expectations. He had to deal with them as a boy, and now he has to deal with them as a girl. ]
because we need non-angry bitty versions of angsty people
Jason? Are you there?
oh my god its too cute
The rumpled figure of Jason Todd, bleary eyed and wrinkled with his curls flying away at random. He looks around, confused. ]
He--
[ And then he looks down. ]
--llooooooooh my god Mordred????
Re: oh my god its too cute
[She blinks in surprise. She did not expect such a strong reaction.]
Jason? Have you been changed too?
no subject
Uh-- [ He looks down at himself. Nope, still full-grown. ] No. No, I'm fine. Normal.
[ Not a tiny adorable child. ]