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]

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. ]

[chavalry]

[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.

[earlybird]

[ 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?

[chavalry]

[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.

[earlybird]

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.

[chavalry]

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?

[earlybird]

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. ]

[chavalry]

...I'll do that.

[Her eyes blaze with newly found determination.]

[earlybird]

[ 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. ]

[chavalry]

...

[She thinks for a moment.]

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

[earlybird]

[ 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? ]

[chavalry]

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

[earlybird]

[ 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. ]

[chavalry]

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.]

[earlybird]

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. ]

[chavalry]

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

Yes, please!

[earlybird]

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. ]

[chavalry]

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

...Do you need any help?

[earlybird]

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.

[chavalry]

[For a moment, she's gone silent, admiring Damian's strength in how easily he lifts up the goal. Then, she nods and follows after him, still marveling at his strength.]

Whoa! You're so strong now!

[earlybird]

I am.

[ He is. He so is. Outside, he sets the goal down on the grass, facing away from the wall of the station - any missed attempts will be stopped rather than continue to roll. Stepping back to admire his handywork, he moves in front of the goal, turning to her with his hands on his hips. ]

This game is simple.

[ Theoretically. ]

You try and get the ball into the net. I try and stop you.

[ Were there other rules? He's not sure. ]

[chavalry]

Be careful then.

[She gives him a cocky smile.]

I do not want to see you hurt.

[She grabs the ball, sets it on the ground, and takes a few steps back. She charges at the ball and kicks it hard. In her current body, she lacks the same strength and speed as she had before, so the ball only travels as high as Damian's chest as it sails toward him.]

[earlybird]

[ Now, Damian could take pity on Mordred. Let her score, or at least pretend that she got close to getting it past him.

He could.

But he won't. (Because even older, a little more mature, he still has a wicked sense of humor and a desire to needle others.)

Instead, he catches the ball, easy, and smirks, challenging, as he throws it overhanded back to her. ]

I think my palm stung a little on that one, you know.

[chavalry]

[She pouts as she sees how easily he blocks her.]

Just watch! I'll do better this time!

[She catches the ball and sets it down, and this time retreats further before she ruses at the ball. Her kick is more forceful, but still only reaches about the height of Damian's chest.]

[earlybird]

[ He actually has to move this time, leaning out lazily to the side to swipe the ball back towards her. The smirk is threatening to break into a grin. ]

Try again.

[ Okay, maybe he takes a little pity on her. ]

You'll never get it past me kicking it from all the way out there. Use the inside of your foot, bring it in close, and then try.