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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 3 months

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Milk theory? 👁️👁️

ANYTHING FOR YOU TWO!!!!

ok this is gonna be short and mildly insane. i would like everyone to understand that this is pretty much Entirely unfounded & i'm just reading too much into a teeny little thing. however i've convinced myself that this theory is viable against all better judgement

take these mad ramblings with a Monumental grain of salt. im not to be taken seriously ever

so it all boils down to This

Little

Motherfucker.

the milk carton behind Barnaby's house.

it was added with the last large update, and it Immediately made me lose my mind. it's such a... strange thing to add to the map, which already has Teeny Secrets - along with other choice objects that make me narrow my eyes. but this isn't about them.

The very first thing I thought of when I saw the milk carton was the phrase "no use crying over spilled milk". which, of course, essentially means that there's no point in crying over things you can't change / things already done. There are a couple ways i'm interpreting it with this context

Something is going to happen that Barnaby feels personally responsible for. or is responsible for - either indirectly, or maybe he'll do something terrible. i think it's entirely possible that he might do that possible something for Wally. and again, take this with salt, but Clown has implied through trivia and fun hypotheticals that Barnaby would go to lengths for Wally. and yes, i know. taking evidence from "what would the neighbors do in Among Us" is absurd. IN MY DEFENSE! while the trivia isn't really to be taken seriously, there's always a thought process behind character roles and dynamics and behavior, and that is something that can be (carefully) looked into and applied. like in Among Us, apparently Barnaby would, and i quote, "Barnaby does all the Dirty work if Wally is an Impostor- Anything to help his little Buddy out...". anything to help his little buddy out, huh? like, it's been stated that Barnaby knows things about Wally that no one else does. and it's been mildly implied that he's fairly protective of Wally. and we all know that Wally is getting into some deep shit, and whether he means to or not he's likely gonna fuck everything up for everyone. it's not that big of a leap to speculate that Barnaby might do something drastic/horrible/regret-worthy in Wally's name / for his sake.

2. something terrible is going to happen to Barnaby / directly related to Barnaby, and he's going to be absolutely powerless to do anything about it. though i think that's kind of a given... yeah this section is pretty self explanatory

3. Barnaby is going to go missing. because what used to be on milk cartons? Missing Posters! yes yes i know this one is even more of a reach, since milk cartons didnt have missing posters on them till the 80s, but yk. it's a Thought.

my second thought was "oh ok so when the carton spills, it's curtains for Barnaby." this part of the theory is just me being paranoid that Barnaby is going to wind up kicking the bucket - though i suppose if that were the case, there would be a bucket, not milk. well, if a bucket ever appears, i'm going to start prematurely mourning. Still!

the point is - at some point, that milk is probably gonna spill. it may be just a detail as things get better Worse, or it could be indicative of something terrible happening to / because of Barnaby. the milk spills, Panic Time.

Milk Theory.

#innocuous milk carton: *appears*#me: I Will Now Proceed To Lose My Absolute Shit. Thank You.#ITS AN OMEN TO ME PERSONALLY #im sorry i read too much into the map. OR MAYBE I READ INTO IT JUST ENOUGH! who's to say who's to say...#certainly not me!#its just. such a choice of prop #i mean it makes sense-ish on just a decoration level #milk is pretty common in relation to comedy methinks #but still. it stands out to me.#Im Aware That This Barely Makes Sense And Its Somewhat Ridiculous #Im Not Known for Having Good Or Even Coherent Theories #homebogging #wh speculation #welcome home speculation #alright well this was fun. nobody look at me #the day i stop overanalyzing the map is the day i die #THERE ARE ALREADY SECRETS IN THERE! THE MAP IS PROVING TO BE IMPORTANT!#IM ALLOWED TO READ INTO THINGS!#also riv i havent gotten the chance to sit and listen to it yet </3 Soon though! i Promise!

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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I dont want to intrude on your convo with your friend but I've been reading all your posts about your changelings verse since you started making them. Is the Alicia you mentioned next to Boyd in the poart about the changeling market meant to be Boyd's little sister from TW? What's her change, if you don't mind telling??

LOL no worries, and you’re not intruding, I don’t mind comments or weighing in on any post I make ever, unless its specifically under a cut and I’m like ‘plz dont reblog Im gonna delete this in ten minutes anyway, IM JUST HAVING A MOMENT OKAY’ lolol.

So yeah, you’re fine, and if you follow me because of TW which you obvsly know well enough to recognize Alicia’s name, you probably know how much I love exploring minor or barely ever used characters, haha. Alicia Boyd is no exception and I have a ridiculous number of headcanons and places I’ve used her in various unposted WIPs considering that she made all of one appearance on the show and it was a hallucination/flashback. BUT WHATEVER.

Anyway, Alicia’s Change is one of my faves, and given that she’s such a barely there presence in TW, she’s a character I’m pretty comfortable keeping just as she is in my TW changeling headcanons, when writing the official ‘to be published’ stuff in this ‘verse.

All Changelings’ physical changes and magic are in some way related to their personalities and individual traits, even if that connection isn’t immediately obvious. And even though the Changelings are supernatural in origin, given that their magic reflects who they are and who they are is a product of a 21st century modern society, I wanted some of them to have changes and magic that seems in some ways almost sci-fi or technology based, even while still definitively being magic at its source.

So for no particular reason other than just its my head, I’ll headcanon what I want, I’ve always pictured Alicia as a STEM girl, very much into science and math, and her change and magic ties into that.

Basically, she looks just like she did before she was Changed, so she’s a fourteen year old black girl who’s just a slightly older version of the character we saw briefly on TW….except for the fact that she’s at all times surrounded by what appear to be like…ghostly versions of herself.

Like, at any given time there’s a half dozen to a dozen different versions of herself, totally intangible and somewhat faded/transparent like a photo that hasn’t been fully developed….and they’re all ‘orbiting’ her, for lack of a better term….kinda like the electrons of an atom orbit it.

And these other versions of herself all look slightly different upon closer inspection - different hairstyles, clothing, a couple have glasses, etc….and some appear like they’re floating in mid-air, others like their feet are sinking into the ground….and most of them usually look like they’re just hovering or flickering around Alicia like half-formed images or ghosts that are all moving, doing something - whether appearing like they’re talking, walking, fighting, reading, any number of things….and all of them seemingly paying no attention to what’s going on around Alicia here and now, if they’re even aware of it.

Which they are though, because the thing is, these ‘satellite versions of herself’ are all alternate versions of herself existing currently in other parallel universes where the Change still occurred and they all ended up with the same magic as this Alicia.

So essentially, there are between ten and sixteen versions of Alicia, spread across an equivalent number of parallel universes….who are all Changelings with the exact same magic….which connects them all.

Just like they appear like ghostly images of this Alicia here, this Alicia appears as one of the ghostly images hovering around each of the other versions of herself in their realities.

And despite them always looking like they’re doing their own thing for the most part and oblivious to anything happening in a different reality, that’s just a matter of them learning after a loooot of practice and trial and error, how to primarily just focus on their main reality and only keep a vague/back of their mind awareness trained on what’s happening with the other versions of herself via their magical connection.

Whenever something big happens to one of them though, no matter which reality, like if one of them is in danger, the others can immediately stop what they’re doing in their home realities and pay attention to the one who’s actively in danger….because all the Alicias can communicate with each other, share knowledge and life experiences and skills with each other, and so whenever one of them really needs the others, the others can all focus on them and come to their aid or support them in a variety of ways, even without being physically present.

And some of these parallel universes are more similar than others, and some of them are just sliiiiightly out of sync with the others….like one of the Alicias lives in a universe that for the most part is almost identical to this Alicia’s universe….except its timeline is like, thirty seconds ahead of this one’s.

Meaning while its not foolproof, due to the very very minor differences in realities resulting in the people in each reality making slightly different choices….that 30 seconds ahead Alicia tends to for the most part be able to give this Alicia a 30 seconds heads up to any unexpected danger.

And there’s a bunch of other ways their magic is helpful too….each of the Alicias’ has their own fields of study…remember since Changeling magic reflects the person, the fact that these Alicias all have the same magic is because all of these versions of her are precocious little science and math prodigies in some way….but they all have slightly different interests and scientific and mathematic pursuits they’ve applied themselves towards or decided to study in earnest. Which means any one of them can at any time draw on the knowledge possessed by one of the others due to studying a specific field that the other one doesn’t know a ton about. Or they can just talk to each other directly, ask each other questions about something, or use themselves as a sounding board or to bounce ideas off of each other.

So sometimes Alicia will just stop in the middle of talking to other Changelings in town here to be like hang on a sec, I need to get this….and appear to just be talking to one of her own flickering reflections in the middle of the sidewalk, while anyone who knows her well is pretty used to this and just chills like someone waiting for a friend to finish up on the phone after she had to take an urgent call, lol.

And since the Alicias don’t have to be in the same or similar physical space to still appear as satellites of each other Alicia in her home reality, one Alicia can be physically present at one side of town and really need something like….from a book she left at home on the other side of town. And one of the other Alicias is usually bound to be at home and by focusing on her, Alicia can just ask her to read from her own book what this Alicia needs to know, or like, check something online, or solve a problem real quick for her and give her the answer while she focuses on doing something else urgent at the same time, etc.

Then there’s the fact that some of the Alicias have a lot of self-defense training and teach the others some tricks, and a couple are very practiced with a variety of weapons they can pass along expertise about….one Alicia excels at picking locks, which comes in handy as this Alicia, along with about five of the others, is kinda like….the Nancy Drew of their respective Bordertowns, the pint-sized, precocious PI that other Changelings often turn to despite her age, because Alicia (all the Alicias, really) is damn good at what she does.

Also via their connection to each other’s realities, when they focus they can basically see what’s going on around one of the others, so for instance, when this one is in danger or running from someone or something like that, and a few of the others are safe and sound at home, they can just focus solely on her and everything going on around her, and its like Alicia has preternatural awareness of her surroundings then, because she’s got five or six other versions of herself flickering around her head and at her back like ghostly shadows…and all of them are shouting instructions to her or to look out for this or that or turn here, etc. So there’s basically six pairs of eyes looking out for her and keeping her apprised of everything that’s going on in her vicinity at the moment.

That really comes in handy.

Everyone can see the other versions of herself that are most present via her connection at any given moment, given that that’s the nature of her physical Change, but since its her magic specifically, only she can actually hear the other versions of her or interact with them….with very rare exceptions. None of them have quite figured out yet how the connection totally works, in the sense that some of them are in sharper focus at times than others, like, there’s always some connection between all of them, but at different times some feel further away and are harder to communicate or interact with than others. And they’re not sure if that’s because like, their different universes are engaged in some kind of movement or orbit or rotation relative to each other, or if there’s some other reason for it, but a few of them are always working on that particular puzzle at any given moment, lol.

But on a related note, on three separate occasions, when one of the Alicias in one reality was in extreme danger, another Alicia was able to temporarily ‘jump into the driver’s seat’ of that Alicia’s body, via their connection….one time was when one of the skilled fighters jumped into one of the Alicias who was being attacked by someone she’d followed during one of her investigations and turned out to be more dangerous than she’d expected….another time one of the other Alicias jumped into the body of an Alicia who’d been knocked unconscious in an accident and the other Alicia was able to assume control of her body and get her out of danger until she woke up and it bumped the other one back into her own body….and then the third time, one of the Alicias saw that this Alicia was about to get hit by a car that she didn’t see coming, and the alternate Alicia tried to warn her by projecting through their connection as hard as she could, to look out….and somehow accidentally jumped fully into this Alicia’s body and threw her(self) out of the way, before almost immediately being slingshotted back into her own body.

Except none of them have figured out how to do anything like that on command, despite it vexing a number of them. They just know it most likely has something to do with the intensity of a life or death threat or situation making it possible…even though it doesn’t always seem to happen, so they try not to rely on it.

And on one particularly memorable occasion that none of them have the faintest clue why or how it happened, eight of them went from flickering around this Alicia like satellite ghosts….to manifesting physically around her in this reality in their own bodies, and shocking the hell out of the guy trying to intimidate her, who was not at all prepared for the teen girl to suddenly be just one of a literal crowd of nine girls all staring him down. So he turned tail and ran, and they all almost instantly winked back into their home realities and returned to just being afterimage-esque glimpses of them still orbiting around her.

None of them have any idea how that happened or why, let alone how to make it happen again, which irritates the crap out of most of them because ugh, screw magic, there has to be a logical explanation for at least the mechanism of this, damn you supernatural forces with no coherent consistency!

(All the Alicias rant quite often about their inability to pin down firm rules for a lot of Changeling magic and how and why it operates the way it does. Big fans of logic, the Alicias. Not so much the bafflement).

Sooooo….she’s a LOT of fun to write, even though she’s very challenging to…maneuver around, narratively speaking, if that makes sense, lol….but like, yeah, I have a blast writing her.

The main Alicia, the one who’s always front and center, is snarky but never in a mean-spirited way. More like….her mind is always twenty steps ahead of everyone around her, sometimes literally, lol, and so she rolls her eyes a lot and sometimes makes a show of being exasperated that she has to slow down and wait for everyone to catch up, but its not because of “oh I think everyone but me is so stupid” or anything like that, its usually just….pure impatience on her part.

The second she figures something out she wants to go, go, go, move on to wherever that leads. She winds up getting in various less than totally safe situations purely because she doesn’t want to stop and grab someone to go along with her when checking something out, but also just because the nature of her magic means she’s never truly completely on her own, and she sometimes forgets to factor that in, or remember that her other selves aren’t usually physically present and able to help her out of a jam.

She’s so used to their presences that every so often she just genuinely forgets that they’re not right there in the room with her, which has caused some confusion to more than one person when meeting her for the first time and realizing those silent movie-style images of her are actually real and she’s actually communicating with them, not just talking to thin air.

Fortunately, she’s smart and capable in her own right, so when you multiply that by a factor of twelve to fifteen similar minds all attuned to all of their best interests….there’s very few situations she isn’t capable of getting out of on her own. Not that this makes her big brother facepalm any less when she blithely handwaves off a recent escapade as no big deal and something she has no idea why he’s getting so worked up about.

(I mean, she does totally get his concerns and isn’t lacking in self-awareness, its just that she’s also committed to giving him gray hairs before he’s forty. She is, among other things, still a little sister after all.)

Due to her many alternate selves, and the vast array of personality differences between each of them, that many of her close friends are at least aware of by proxy, given that even though they can’t hear her other selves, they’ve all heard her casually talk about them often enough to know them in a sense as well….

Anyway, so a lot of Changelings have nicknames based on their Changes or magic, and she’s no exception. She goes by her own name and just introduces herself as Alicia, but its not uncommon to hear others address her as or reference her as ‘Sybil.’

When asked how she feels about that name, she tends to just shrug and stare off into the distance contemplatively. “I don’t know,” she’ll say at last. “Part of me loves it, and part of me hates it.”

And then she’ll just grin as everyone around her just groans, because she’s just Like This, and just looooves being literal in little ways like that - given that she’s literally acknowledging that half of her alternates feel the one way, and the other half feel the other way.

Another common line of hers is something like “Hey, I’m only problematic on Thursdays,” or “that wasn’t me, that was Alicia Number Nine, its not my fault she hates you.”

Her magic is just weird enough and behaves just erratically and unexpectedly enough, that its hard to be entirely sure when she’s just bullshitting you and when she might actually be telling the truth and some weird power snafu had one of the other Alicias in her body the last time you interacted with her and she was short with you.

There’s never a dull moment with her.

#changelings 'verse

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arimendoza · 7 years

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Andreil for the "Taking a class and not talking it seriously" one. Bonus points if they are both forced to go by someone else!

andreil + we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

notes: slightly tweaked so that it’s more of a first meeting au, and they don’t really grin all that much lol akdjjgj actually tbh this barely follows the prompt except theyre both in a class iM SORRY I TRIED,,, also this is kind of long rip idk if it even makes sense or has a real plot or point to it but hey look at the smols dancing amiritei’ll make it up to u w a pt 2

Neil having been willing to make the decision of attending a dance class was a ridiculous thing to believe. Absurd, really.

Yet there he was, clad in faded gray sweats and a loose fitting shirt with an expression so dead and scowl so prominent that those within five feet of him could do nothing but offer either tentative smiles or feign ignorance.

Next to him, Jean was in no better shape, but Renee was calm as ever, unperturbed by their attitudes.

“I do not understand as to why we agreed to do this.” Jean whispered.

“Because we couldn’t say no. Why are you speaking in French?”

“…I do not wish for the little one to hear.”

Neil’s scowl softened ever so slightly, amused by the remark. Before he could reply, however, Renee spoke. “Who’s little?”

Neither of them gave a reply, deciding to awkwardly wait for the class to start instead.

The instructor ended up being a pretty blonde Neil somewhat recognized, perhaps from a magazine, but couldn’t place a name to. She walked into the room loudly, confidently, footsteps echoing as she all but commanded the room into a buzzing silence.

Neil had managed to come to a short realization that she was most likely the reason the three of them were here today before the buzzing silence erupted into a sort of chaos. It was the type of chaos that came unexpectedly and unapologetically, with so much current and electricity that Neil was certain he could feel it running in his veins.

“A Hemmick and half a Minyard. Where’s the better twin?”

“Fuck off, Reynolds.”

“Sorry we’re-”

“Late. Like you are every week. And also like every week, you’re either going to get out or get your assess inside. You’re holding up my class.” She turned to the rest of them. “Hello, I’m Allison Reynolds, and welcome to contemporary dance.”

Neil watched as the two made their way towards the back and beside him. The hum of a current, however, was still running through him, and he felt his skin prickle with anticipation at what felt like a coming storm.

Though to shelter himself or to face it head on, Neil was never quite good at figuring out.

“Nice of you to join us, Andrew.”

“Of all people, I thought you’d be the one to appreciate the aestheticism in lateness.”

Allison rolled her eyes, a biting remark already at the tip of her tongue. Just a second before its delivery, however, Andrew’s eyes met Neil’s, and he was certain that her was no sheltering himself from the storm. The downpour had already begun.

“Andrew, just get to the back already so we can start.”

Start they did, with simple warm ups and a short introduction on contemporary dance. Allison was all graceful steps and fine angles, her movements sharp and precise. She seemed feather-light, lost in her own world, expression solemn. Neil wondered how he would be expected to perform in such a raw manner, and with the way Jean’s lips were pursed, eyes narrowed ever so slightly, Neil could tell they were sharing the same thought.

“If you two aren’t comfortable,” Renee whispered towards the end of Allison’s routine, “you don’t have to force yourselves.”

“It is fine.” Jean told her. “Maybe a bit uncomfortable at first, but we have handled worse. We will tell you if we need to stop.”

Neil nodded his reassurance. “I’m fine.”

And he really was for the first half, staying in his group, making sure not to trip over himself or others. He did his best to avoid anymore contact with Andrew. Neil refused to be swept up. I’m fine, he told himself over and over, pulling at the words that he had etched into himself for as long as he can remember. So long as we don’t have to-

“Get into pairs, please! Quickly!”

Renee stood between him and Jean, and Neil could practically feel the quiet panic rising inside the other boy. Though Jean’s strength was never in question, Neil was aware of a sort of fragility there was to his character. The two of them had experienced their own hells, but Jean was still learning to push his own boundaries, to trust those around him, to assert and vocalize his opinions, establish a present voice.

Neil, well, he never really had boundaries to begin with when it came to assertiveness. It came with the attitude problem.

Ultimately, this was how he decided to let Jean go with Renee, promising her half-heartedly that he’d look for someone else to dance with. Neil let himself wander the room aimlessly for a few seconds before attempting to slip out quietly.

The door, however, was blocked by what Allison had referred to as “a Hemmick and half a Minyard.”

Neil couldn’t help himself. “Where’s the better twin?”

The taller one laughed, but the other didn’t so much as deepen his scowl, sizing Neil up before making a gesture. Neil stared, perplexed for a brief second before realizing what, or rather who the gesture was for.

“It’s rude to leave unannounced.”

Neil turned to face Andrew with every intention of rebutting his statement, but instead all that came out of his mouth was, “It’s also rude to arrive late.”

Andrew’s expression was blank, uninterested, as if Neil’s words were nothing but white noise, but Neil noticed a slight flicker of emotion in Andrew’s eyes, almost as if they were a trick of the light. It was not amusement, Neil wondered if he were even capable of such a feeling, and definitely not exasperation. The closest thing Neil could relate it to was something like recognition, though of what, he couldn’t say. He doubted he’d ever see it again anyway.

“What do you want?” He tried. Neil figured that if he planned to make this conversation the least bit fruitful, straightforwardness was the way to go. Andrew didn’t seem the superfluous type.

Andrew sighed, as if the answer were obvious. “To dance.”

Neil just stared, caught off guard by the reply. “You want to dance?”

“Yes, but you see, this exercise requires a partner.”

“And you want me?”

“’Want’ is overstating it a bit, don’t you think? It just so happens Allison is preoccupied.”

Neil filtered through his options. The door was still blocked by Andrew’s groupies, Jean and Renee were rehearsing a routine under Allison’s instruction, the rest of the class was blissfully unaware of the situation at hand, and the closest exit was out a window.

Neil had jumped out worse, but he figured no one would appreciate the action right now. Besides, despite the wariness Neil felt around Andrew, he didn’t necessarily consider him to be anything other than perplexing, if not also a bit irritating.

Dangerous, too, perhaps, seeing as how the Hemmick boy, or anyone else in the class for the matter, could barely meet his eyes.

Neil could also sense, however, that this was a challenge. Back down from the storm, or risk being whisked away by it? Neil was never quite good at figuring out such choices, and he never quite liked dismissing a challenge either.

And so, sheltering be damned, Neil took a step towards Andrew, and another, until he passed the other boy by barely an inch, extending his hand out behind him in mock invitation.

“Are we dancing, or what?”

#hi my name is pia and im trash and dont kno what this is also srry it's like 50 years late and probably isnt what u wanted kdjfjg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc fic #aftg fic

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