#Roleswap Requests

[rosie-kairi]

congrats on 400! what is there i even want to see that you haven’t already done and absolutely killed it at. can i have a strel i’ll never get tired of her

Warped Reflection, or, "Do you remember the person you used to be?"

woe, flower sibs roleswap be upon ye

[yerekanescio]

from ur art req post perhaps a dahlia and iris switcheroo situation as in roles are reversed ? :3

THE BRAINWORMS YOU GAVE ME… I had been trying to figure out how to make an Iris/Dahlia roleswap interesting for a while… I finally cracked it.

“Sister Dahlia” is still cynical and calculating, as that’s just how she copes with the world around her. She is pessimistic, and even at the temple she has resentment for the Fey family and only really has love for her sister, who she was separated from. She follows Iris’s orders with dedication and precision, even being willing to disguise as her when the time comes.

“Iris Hawthorne” is still sweet and sensitive, but there is a certain coldness to her. Her personality is NOT an act… but she instead developed this twisted savior complex, where she justifies her crimes as being “for the greater good” and “to save Dahlia”. She is kind and forgiving… which makes her actions all the more sick to bear.

[linktheacehero]

CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!

Can I request some uhhh roleswap Zelink 🥺👉👈

You know for a fact that he'll eat the frog

[thedarkcircuswritings]

... OMG- I NEED THAT NOW

-🎀 Anon

HEAR ME OUT Shadow Milk is a scientist with a silly side to him, and isn't really focused on this "perfect cookie" business. Nah, he just thinks playing with life is fun, and even embraces all of the "failed" life because omg, look at it, so silly! He's still exceptionally smart though, and not as childish as he usually is as OG, but y'know. That kinda happens when you're not a Beast. Butter Roll though? He's not a jester, he's a RINGMASTER. Giant whip, flashy smile, and his focus is to find the perfect cookie, even if it means by way of kidnapping, enslaving, brainwashing, etc etc... He's still not the smartest tool in the shed though, his corruption making him partially illogical in his reasonings on what makes a "perfect cookie" and don't you dare ask why he wants to find one... For everyone's sanity.

[niftukkun]

Seeking Requested Sojourn~

[Little Gods and Passing Beasts AU, aka roleswapped rain world ;; more under the cut]

iterator spearmaster!! funky kind guy thatse just a mite bit messed up (mentally and physically).

as the initials imply, mysts the Seven Red Suns equivalent! myst was the one to tell the sunburn local group about the triple affirmative fiasco, and was the one who created the Inquirer to help out and repair (as much as possible anyway) Explosive Redamancy after she fell.

Sojourn was one of the first iterators built, made more to assist mysts citizens more than solve the great problem. meir citizens have always been the curious sort, researching and experimenting - even on their own bodies. its natural then that the next step would be experimenting on their beloved iterator, refining processes and modifying systems to be better better better. they never really asked Sojourn if that was what myst wanted. its not like Sojourn could really complain though, even if meir processes didnt get upgrades those were meir parents after all. the ancients ascended in the middle of experimenting with Sojourns puppet. meir region has the highest concentration of echos thus far. it doesnt change the fact that meir chest is permanently ripped open.

Sojourn is the oldest in the Sunburn Local Group, and thus also has the highest level of seniority privilege. despite meir cool demeanour, wisdom, and snark, mysts also kind of a recluse - having good relations with the others but not particularly close to anyone. myst likes to encourage others curiosity and experiments, often giving data unprompted if myst thinks itll help. sometimes myst will disappear for cycles at a time only to dump a bunch of research on someone who mentions experiments or research of their own in passing only to disappear again. it would be meir fault then wouldnt it? that Rushing Streams kept researching researching researching and not stopping until ER fell? myst encouraged her, almost relentlessly. myst was even the one to bring up the topic of doing his own research to RS. could it all have been prevented? or was it always inevitable.

[cobaltsoulsearcher]

Orphydice, roleswap AU!

“Could I trouble you for a match?” he says, hair hanging half-sculpted as it drips onto his bandana.

I dig intently in my pockets, but he doesn’t even see me since Missus Hermes so quickly procures what he desires, and a tiny piece of me wilts. And yet…I catch her eye, and she nods in an unspoken acknowledgement; we’ll get you this boy, it says, entrance this weary wanderer so you can feel alive for a night or two.

[homeswaps]

Eridan Harley my beloved sopping wet puppy[/ref]

Seriously this kid goes through the ringer, both pre and post retcon, and even before the game begins! Buuut some things are gonna be left under wraps as Homebent is a project I do wish to make into a full adventure one of these days when I am wrapped up with my current one [Pesterquest: Beyond Canon]

In the meantime, what you need to know about the guy is he's pretty much terminally online, even when he sleeps! His saving grace from his nightmare of a living situation [living alone on the island with nowhere to go] is the prospects of finally meeting his dear friends once he's in the game...though it's not quite what he was hoping for. Nonetheless, he's trying his best to get by and not fuck it up for his friends. See he's totally cool guys, you don't even KNOW [Ignore the fact he's a cringefail loser(affectionate)]

He rattles in my brain quite a bit and I was happy when the wheel I use to decide what designs I do chose him. He's simply a goober who really needs to beat the loneliness allegations and actually socialize.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Write something for Pro-Hero Best Jeanist? I am sending this to any blogs I can find. Apologies if this is annoying. If you wish to ignore this, then do so; I will not be sad or offended or anything.

Hello!!! Sorry this took me some time to get round to since I took a small break but I am back with a snippet!!!

(Here is part 7 to interdimensional therapy au, too, because that is jeanist related :D) ((will edit and tag the link to it when I post the next part a tiny bit later))

But anyway, here is a short snippet for my Roleswap Jeanist:

(small cw: blood and death)

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Why?

Why had the world been so cruel?

Why was it that when that little green-eyed boy needed help, no one came?

When the blood ran cold down his hands, down his face, down his neck - why did they turn away?

An innocent child, Tsunagu didn’t know any better.

It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t his fault that he’d rushed in to help, only making matters worse for he was just a kid. That he held the life of a man in his fingers and tore it apart by accident.

When he dragged himself back home, bloodied and torn, rain dripping off of him and his skin peeling, begging to be seen by his parents. To be heard. Helped. Held.

Why had they left him there? Screaming and burning and dying, only for them to turn and run away.

It wasn’t his fault.

Oh, but it was.

It was his fault when his fear turned to anger, hatred and emptiness. When those tears stopped and those green eyes turned sharp.

It was his fault when he sat in the ruins of his home, his heart feeling empty and unremorseful, as the blood of the people that were supposed to protect him were running down his hands.

Monster.

The last words his parents ever spoke.

You’re a monster, Tsunagu.

And he laughed, for who knew this rage could feel so freeing?

Tsunagu Hakamada.

The Bloody Puppeteer. 

Be careful where you roam, for he is watching and waiting, lurking in the shadows to find new dolls to add to his show.

A childlike innocence was bled dry from the betrayal of safety. Nothing is left but the twisted joy of feeling others in the same pain he felt all those years ago.

Be wary of those tall street lamps and cables in the night.

And if you see green.

Go.

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(i now realise that i haven't uploaded my jeanist backstory on here so this may be a tiny bit confusing, but this is basically like a lil divergence point that branches into my roleswap au!)

[vendettamuses]

// i caved-

[ocdhuacheng]

Confession I cannot stand roleswap or reincarnation aus 😭

[lyss-sketchbox]

I request role swap wriolette 😘

Idk what level of roleswap this is but doodle concept be upon yee until i refine it 👍

[clowns0up-felix]

I have a doodle request. PLEASE ANYTHING FROM YOUR ROLESWAP AU. I BEG YOU I LOVE YOUR AU PLEASE

I hope this isn’t too much of a downer, but this sadly isn’t a very comfy AU

I LOVE HEARING WHEN PEOPLE LIKE THAT AU IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!

Thanks for the request!

[temeyes]

someone on twt doodle requested a gazprice roleswap,,, but the idea was So Good that they're not doodle worthy LOL

[redcoralpot]

Stu!! I love seeing ppl love him. Would I be able to request some roleswap ish au, where reader is a slasher, and stu is the "final girl". He gets caught ofc, and reader unmasks, smut ensues (maybe stu had a crush or smth, maybe dubcon if u accept it).

Unrelated: Loved seeing Matthew lillard as william Afton, he did so good.

Ruined Man - Stu Macher X M!Reader

Summary: Stu Macher was a classic rich boy; arrogant, eccentric, and an asshole. He was known for playing cruel pranks on others, and earlier in the weak, he pranked Sidney by scaring her as the infamous Ghostface Killer. Maybe, just maybe, he deserved a taste of his own medicine. Trick or treat, right?

Warnings: NSFW, non-fatal violence, weapons.

Word Count: 2K

A/N: I don't write anything with SA, CNC, or dub-con; Stu plainly consents to the activities described. He has implied feelings for the Reader, and other implied activities as well... but I'll let you discover that part.

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Crickets chirped in the grass, the crescent moon high in the sky. Finally, the noise from the Macher’s Halloween party had died down, and most people had left already, causing a blanket of peace to float down on the street. Any stragglers were drunkenly slumped against the curb, blacked out or calling for a sober ride. Your mask stuck out from the shadows, exaggerated and white, as you watched the property slowly become empty. Well, empty except for the host, of course. Stu Macher.

You could see him through one of the many windows, lounging on the first floor’s living room couch, still moving. Your fingers fumbled against the phone’s dial– god, how do killers run in this shit– pulling the black fabric further up your arm to position the voice changer closer to your mouth. Now, you patiently waited for the other man to pick up, seeing him jolt out of his position. Stu rubbed his eyes, and stumbled to the kitchen.

“Yo?”

Your lips curled into a nasty sneer, “Do you like scary movies, Stu?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Don’t make me choose, you know I’ve watched too many good ones!”

…

Huh? There was no way he knew your identity already. You’ll give him credit, he’s smart, but most definitely not that smart. Stu always visits the rental store Randy works at, and he always rented horror movies with Sidney’s boyfriend, Billy Loomis; that much you knew. He could not have seen you through the window before he ran into the kitchen, and even if he managed to, your mask was still securely strapped on.

“You still there? I haven’t dropped off Hellraiser yet, you could've just asked if you wanna watch it again.”

You hung up, breath quickening. Stu wasn’t scared, even though you were using the same voice changer as the loose, prank-calling murderer running around the streets of Woodsboro. You dumped the phone on the ground, hidden behind a bush. If he wasn’t scared by a little sound-a-like, that was fine, you came prepared. Stu’s garage door had been left open, and you jogged over. Frankly, it didn’t matter how much the rich boy had it coming, you were never doing this again. The costume’s long fringes caught on your feet, almost causing you to trip as you avoided the windows; less silent than you had hoped. Your shoes shuffled against the concrete, and you jiggled the handle of the only door, praying it would open. It creaked as you slipped inside, your shoes surely creasing when you tiptoed into the living room. From behind the couch, you could see that Stu was still in his kitchen, but he was looking around.

He grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Nobody else’s here, Billy. You don’t gotta sneak into my house, you know that!”

 Sighing, you watch him leave the room to wander about the hallways, stopping by the door you had snuck through– and forgot to close. He squinted, looking at the mistake, and back at the living room. Your cheeks burned, adrenaline starting to pump in your veins as he took a few steps closer. 

“C’mon, you wanna have a movie marathon? It’s kinda late for that, but whatever. I have plenty of snacks left from the party, and a whole lot more puke!”

Stu turned away at the last second, choosing instead to sprint down into the bathroom. You could hear a muffled, “Gotcha… nope,” over rustling cloth as you crawled on your hands and knees into the kitchen. The freezing tile shocked any distraction from your system, and you stood up, settling into the darkest part of the kitchen. One of your hands held a dull knife, while the other held the little voice changer machine. However, your position left you without visuals on your victim. You were tempted to pull down your hood, but that would be too reckless, especially since he seemed to think you were his dearest friend. Oh, man, he didn’t know what was coming. 

“Y’know I love pranks, man, but time’s up,” He probed, leaning on the marbled island, just out of reach.

Stu visibly flinched as he turned around and found you staring at him, the mask’s empty eyes giving nothing away. It took him but a second to recover, yet, and a smile accompanied his wild eyes, “Billy!”

You tilted your head, slowly raising your left hand, “Incorrect.”

He didn’t have time to respond; you lunged. You gripped his collar in a fist and slammed him into the countertop– he winced. Stu tried pushing you back, but it was in vain, your knife already threatening to pierce his throat.

Your full weight was on the man, and he raised his hands in defeat. Stu’s chest rose and fell in hefty patterns; you snickered at his obedience. His head slumped back as you released his shirt, in favor of wrenching your mask off to face him.

“Surprise, Macher.”

Stu chuckled, chewing on his bottom lip, “Didn’t know you were in on it too.”

“In on what– aren’t you scared?” You growled, pressing the knife into the flesh of his neck, but not enough to draw blood.

“Dunno,” his back arched, causing a drop of blood to drip down his shirt, “I think you could’ve done better!”

You flipped him over, slicing a fringe off of your costume to tie his hands with. Your hips were in between his thighs, leaving him trapped, and the robe itself fell on the floor beside its mask. Stu giggled, hoisting up his torso with his elbows.

“It’s payback; you could use some.”

He winced as you pulled his hair, “Hngh, it was Billy’s idea.”

“Don’t act innocent.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

You rasped, moving to step back, “Nothing you don’t want; I think the prank’s done enough.”

Stu seemed to freeze, albeit briefly, but he wrapped his ankles around your hips– preventing you from running. Your hands brushed against them, tense, as his shoulders shook.

“I wanna.” A smile laced his tone.

“You sure?”

“I’m pose-itive,” he joked, “get it?”

You wrenched his mouth open, pressing down on his tongue with your thumb, “Shut it.”

He nodded, trying his best to close his lips around your finger. Your other hand trailed down his side, taking its sweet time, before landing on his waist. Saliva still connected your fingers to his mouth as you removed them, all in favor of lifting his hips. Underneath, you unzipped his jeans, taking extra care to avoid giving any friction. When you stepped back to slide them off of Stu, he whined, his hips still chasing your touch. His jeans were thrown aside, and you slid back in your place. You knew he could feel your breath on his neck.

Your crotch ground against his ass, a shiver spreading across his spine. Stu was audibly panting; his head was hanging low and he pushed his hips to meet your thrusts. You hummed, choosing to drag the knife in soft strokes down his back, the cool metal only just piercing his skin. Red oozed in thick droplets out of the wounds, some getting big enough to trickle down his back. The pain seemed to follow it down, as Stu made quite the pathetic noise. 

“We’ve barely even gotten started, Macher, and you’re this desperate already?” You teased.

“Mm, show me what ‘cha got!”

You chuckle and suck a bruise onto the back of his neck. From that position, you could hear a groan rumble in his throat, but it wasn’t strong enough to escape. Hm, you could change that. You sunk the edge of your teeth into a different spot, holding on for a second before soothing the bite with your tongue. If the bruise didn’t make what happened obvious, well, this would. Stu would just have to deal with it. Though, you doubt he’d mind.

The knife clattered onto the marble counter after you dropped it, Stu’s thighs twitching, “Where’s the lube?”

Stu didn’t answer, but only whined.

“Use your words, pretty boy.”

His voice shook, trying to form words past used lips, “Bathroom.”

“Louder, I didn’t hear you the first time.”

Stu wiggled against your weight, “C’mon, man– f-fuck, it’s in the bathroom, please!”

You tutted, a cruel grin on your face, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You didn’t need directions, and as soon as you were out of his view, you practically ran there. Hell, you weren’t gonna miss out on this chance, were you? Stu, the eccentric boy that played downright evil pranks on anybody that breathed around him, reduced to a perverted degenerate. Perhaps he was already like that, and you wouldn’t be surprised. 

The lube was in a small, portable bottle that was half empty when you found it. Back in the kitchen, you poured the majority of what was left in your palm and fingers. Using just two, for the moment, you spread it over his hole; a finger may have dipped in every once and a while, in the process. 

“I wanna, I wanna do it already,” Stu shuddered, his fidgeting acting up again.

A finger eased its way inside, a little too easily, much to your surprise, “Not yet.”

“I really wanna.” Another, just as simply.

“That’s too bad;” you mused, “have you been fingering yourself?”

He bit down on his bottom lip, the taste of iron filling his mouth, “Uhuh, uhuh.”

“To what?”

“Y-you, and me.” 

You spread the final bit over your dick, before pressing your hand into the sides of his neck, “You little pervert. Bet you loved getting a glimpse of me in the locker room, yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, yes– oh, shit.” Stu’s little tangent was interrupted by you slamming inside; the sting melted in with pleasure as you brushed his prostate.

Only for a moment did you stop to let him adjust, before pulling out and thrusting again. You found a rhythm, and the counter rubbed against his cock as you continued, smearing precum over the wood. His hands, still bound, scrabbled for anything to hold onto, but in vain. His nails just slid off of the smooth stone, his drool making it even slippier. Stu squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a knot grow in his gut. 

He clenched around you, causing you to grunt, “‘M gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please… ah!”

“We’re not done yet,” you hissed, firmly slapping his thigh.

“I can’t hold it, man, I really can’t,” he sobbed out, eyelashes wet from unreleased tears.

A sharp pain on his shoulder burned through any restraint the guy had, the knot unraveling as quickly as it had formed. Stu thrashed, the fringe snapping, and his vision whited out. His brain was all fuzzy; the only thing he could focus on was gripping the edge of the counter. Stu’s face was smushed against the counter, crimson mixing with the white surface. He shivered, eyes heavy, feeling a little floaty when a thick liquid dripped down his thighs. You pulled out of him, rubbing his waist as you did so.

“Good job, Macher. That was one hell of a show you put on, ” you sighed.

“Hhn.”

His body was limp as you turned him over, using the oven towel to start to clean him up, “How’re you feeling?”

Stu finally opened his eyes, using all of his strength to grin up at you, “Dude… that was like, awesome.”

“Pfft, you sound out of it.”

“Eh, what makes you say that? I want a big glass of water!”

You cackled, leaving his side to shuffle through a cabinet full of fancy cups, finally choosing a sturdy looking mug. He grabbed it as soon as it was in arms reach, taking huge gulps from it, like he had been starved. Or, more so dying of thirst. 

When he finished, you softly said, “Do you need help getting into bed?”

Stu shrugged, so you took that as a yes. You heaved him over your shoulder, supporting him up the stairs as he giggled the whole way. As you tucked him in, you swore you could hear something from down in the kitchen.

A phone’s ring.

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[yamujiburo]

God, I just had a fascinating idea.

HanaMusa roleswap

Delia is the Team Rocket agent trying to pay the bills for her and her son after Mr. Ketchum ditched them.

Jessie... get back to me on that one.

Thoughts?

I’ve been getting this request a lot lately and idk why (roleswap)

I’ll probably doodle it hehe. I just have such a hard time imagining a really nice jessie hahaha. I can imagine evil Delia tho

[stellar-collective]

Hi, I absolutely adore your art! Keep up the amazing work!! Also if you’re still taking requests, I’m curious what a role swap between Phoenix and Reginald would look like in your style? Thank you!

thank you so much, i’m glad that you like my art!! this roleswap is funny to me bc Phoenix and Reginald are already so similar that i really think the only significant change would be the number of quips that Zor has to deal with