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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[ And there's JAck with a basket of mewling kittens in one hand, and a bottle in another. ]

Fuyuhiko?

You okay there, buddy?

Yeah. [Ugh. He clears his throat and tries again, but his voice is just...argh.] Yeah. Fuck.

[The ONE thing that had always marked him as a teenager and not a little kid, and it's all...it won't go as low as he wants it to. He steps inside and toes his shoes off. Wow, is he even smaller than usual?]

Just gotta take care of some goddamn stupid bullshit before I go back out there.

Are you okay?

[ Because how did you get smaller? Seriously. Jack's a giant, he knows small. He's even bending down and tilting his head some. ]

[He pauses, hands on the edges of his raincoat's hood, reluctant to proceed.]

...Don't laugh. If you laugh, I swear, I'll break your fucking kneecap.

I pinkie swear.

[ come on kiddo this is freaking him out a little ]

...Okay.

[After another minute hesitation, he lowers his hood.

Or. Er. Her hood?

Holy shit that is a lot of fabulous hair (courtesy of Luc).]

I think I'm a girl now.

Well, you've definitely had a shift of ourward gender expression, but I assure you-- if you still think you're a boy, you're a boy.

[ The things you learn when you have a transexual teammate. ]

You want to get a haircut so it's not in your face all the time?

--Eh?

[Whoa that is some fine solid TRUTH to lay down on a freaking out fifteen-year-old. Kuzuryuu stares for a moment, wide-eyed, then nods, embarrassed and relieved.]

Yeah, I just--it's everywhere, and it's on my blind side so someone could grab it and I wouldn't even, and I don't--I can't go out like this. No one listens to girls, which is such bullshit!

Only idiots don't listen to girls. The biggest hitter on my rag tag team o' heroes is totally a woman.

[ He reaches out to get a hand on Fuyuhiko's shoulder, to steer him toward the kitchen. ]

I'll get sheet to lay on the floor so we can keep your hair in a place that's easy to clean up.

[He breathes and allows himself to be led.]

Okay. It's just already fucking hard enough to get people to take me seriously as it is.

[ With his helm on, there was no nod of agreement, but Jack gave Fuyuhiko a pat on the shoulder. ]

I get ya. Be right back.

[ He went upstairs, grabbing a sheet off the spare bed, and then brought it downstairs. He laid it out on the floor. Then he sat a chair in the middle of it. ]

Sit here and I'll trim you up, okay?

Hah? Ah, I was gonna...

[Hack it off himself, without a mirror? Yeah, basically. After a moment of dithering--the hair's good for occupying a fidgety hand, at least--he sits, resting his fists on his knees.]

All right. ...Thanks.

[ Using a brush, he combs it out. ]

I have to do this for myself so I've got kind of an eye for it ]

Though he's getting shaggy under the hood there. But he pulls off his gloves and steels himself a bit at the sight of his own white hands. Alright. Let's get this done. ]

Aah. Peko--my friend used to cut my hair for me, when she was old enough to do it right.

[He's managing to keep still well enough now, though he's still uncomfortable with his new body. He keeps his knees pressed tightly together under the raincoat he's still wearing.]

But my sister always wanted me to do her hair up for her. Like I knew anything about that shit. [He sighs.] I had to practice braiding with Peko for days before I got it right.

[ Jack gets a spray bottle and fills it with water-- and then spritzes down Fuyuhiko's hair. He brushes it out; it's rather pretty, all things considered, but he understands that it has to go. ]

You're a good brother, that you practiced at all.

[ Time to get snipping. Clip-clip, chunks of hair start to waft toward the floor. ]

...I kind of look like her, like this. Not the hair so much, but....

[He swallows and then takes a deep breath.]

I almost thought she was here, when I looked in the mirror. [He rubs at his eye.] Hhh. Shit.

You miss her?

[ Dumb question, but sometimes people need to hear it to know it's okay to talk about it. ]

[He takes his sweet time answering.]

...Yeah.

[Hard and blunt, like if he hurts the words, they can't hurt him:]

She's dead.

[ The next pass of the scissors is careful, and when he brushes long hair from Fuyuhiko's shoulders he grips him gently. It's a brief squeeze and then he's cutting again. ]

Sorry, kiddo.

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