rubycity_ooc | 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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[ He's already darting back out of reach, teeth flashing in a rare grin as he pops yet another in his mouth, just to rub it in. ]

I'm a royal, and as you are in my territory, I can confiscate whatever I wish! I'm taking your warg, too.

[ Except the reach he's used to for her is much, much shorter. ]

[She makes a swipe at Damian, taking advantage of her increased reach.]

Hey! I tamed that warg fair and square!

[Meanwhile, the warg gives a little whimper, as if in protest.]

Hah, take it up with your embassy-agh!

[ Wow, no, much longer reach - Damian's sweatshirt gets snagged in the swipe, and he's suddenly yanked off balance mid-step. ]

Hey!

[ Tables turned, and he has made a grave miscalculation. ]

[She snickers and starts pulling him in.]

Technically, this place is my embassy, since it belongs to my father.

[She's glad she's finally found some use for this big, stupid body. Well, more use than just trolling, anyways.]

[ The box of candies is held as far away from her as his arms can reach, leaning away from the pulling uncooperatively and squirming to twist his sweatshirt out of her grip. ]

-Tt,- get off!

[ This is ridiculous, she's not supposed to be that tall--! ]

Make me.

[She sticks her tongue out at him.]

[However, what she doesn't notice is that Damian's shirt has begun to fray, between her grip and his struggling.]

[ One more twist is all it takes for the fabric to break at the neck, sending him toppling to the ground with a surprised yelp as he overbalances, the fall knocking the wind out of him.

(He's still gripping the box, though. Priorities.) ]

Ow.

[ That's as close to a pained whine as he's ever gotten, pushing himself up to sit back on folded legs and rubbing at his stinging stomach. He gets his breath back a moment later, and promptly spends it on a complaint. ]

That was dumb.

[She yelps when he slips out of her grasp, but starts laughing at his plight when she sees him on the ground.]

Your fault for squirming around!

[ He turns his head to scowl sulkily up at her, one armed wrapped around his stomach and the other hand clutching the (by now, battered) box. The neckline of his sweatshirt's been stretched and ripped beyond salvage, hanging off a thin shoulder; he picks at it with an annoyed click of the tongue. ]

You're a jackass.

I liked you better before.

[ With the shorter reach. And the shorter everything else. ]

And you're a brat.

[She gives him a surprised look when she hears him say he liked her better before.]

...Really?

Of course.

[ Duh. Why wouldn't he? He rolls to his feet, brushing himself off huffily. ]

You're you either way, but that's the you-you.

[ It makes sense, shut up. ]

...

[She blushes and turns her face away.]

...T-thank you.

[She should know already that she's just fine the way she is, but she had still been curious about what she would be like as a man. And now that she's feeling big and dumb and awkward in her new body, she's glad to get reassurance that she was fine the way she was before.]

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

[ Now she's getting him embarrassed. ]

It's just the truth.

[ Don't be weird. ]

[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.

[ 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?

No.

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

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. ]

[She bends over from laughter.]

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

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

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

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

[ 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. ]

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

...You didn't!

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. ]

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!

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.

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