caro's writing blog for a̸͈̞̬͖͖͕͌͆͊́̃͜d̸̜̯̤͈͇̖̎̄̂͝ả̴̮̦͉̉̏̍͊̄͛̉̍͠m̴̛̞̺̜͔͓͔̂̐̉̿̀ ̵̠̭̰͚̈͂͒̈m̶͎̜̙̀̐̃͗̍̎̃̓̅ų̵̹̼͖̹̣̼̱̉̿͒̊͂͝ŕ̷̬͇̱̜̦̟̲̤̀͛͗́̊̒̂r̵̛̠͈͓̘̹͊̓̀̓͊̒̓̈͝a̵̪̲͑͗͋̒̐̑̃̀͑̋y̷̛̪̭͓̳̆̓̋͒̍ of alex kister's analog horror series 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎. mostly canon-compliant with influences from personal interpretation. —— * selective, mutuals-only, medium activity. strictly 21+ ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧＩＳＷＯＲＴＨＴＨＥＲＩＳＫ
* first and foremost, this is a horror blog which includes triggers that comes with the genre; including but not limited to: body horror, depersonalization, religious themes, suicide, etc. everything is tagged accordingly.
tldr.
circa 2009, demons called alternates have taken root in mandela county, wisconsin. they look like your family, your neighbor, you. in 1990, a two-year old adam murray fell victim after being left unattended in front of the television after a local ban on analog; killed then swapped out for a disturbed, vacant toddler his mother couldn't bear. her death was ruled a suicide. being raised by a resentful, absent father fostered his obsession with finding out what really happened. co-founding the bythorne paranormal society his junior year of high school was cover for encountering alternates. again and again. until the unfathomable truth revealed itself to him: you are not the real you.
general info.
genral rp-etiquette applies: no god-modding, be patient with my replies, etc.
my activity fluctuates. i will mostly be active on weekends and during hoilday breaks.
for the sake of my comfort, i only write with friends and mutuals.
i don't tolerate bigotry of any kind. nor the usage of ai. both will result in a hardblock.
my writing style is para to semi-para, regular-sized text with limited usage of icons. it's just easier for me that way.
plotting is preferred for interactions. my discord is available at any time.
@purgirltory : you’re gonna get us killed someday.
" shhhhh. " a stretch of dark. your camera's aimed at the center. there's something here. you can feel it. " just look. " violet tagged along. which was fine, as long as she didn't freak out. " keep looking. and don't look away. " an audio lure's loaded on your phone. a recording of screams. bait. " you ready? " she's in charge of pressing play. can't screw up your shot. not in a hotspot, according to the reddit thread found last night. fuck. this has to be perfect. adrenalize buzzes. your heartbeat loud.
yeah, because that's how a conversation should be started. the fuck. " —— i'm not even doing anything. " except loitering. smoking a cigarette. but that's not her problem. you look away. leaning on the wall behind, arms folded. ignoring-mode activated. the last thing you need is getting into it with some stranger who took offense to you just... literally chilling. minding your own business. that illegal here?
" dude. " okay. paging dr. jd., apparently. " i don't remember signing up to be psychoanalyzed. " wrong. wrong. and wrong. lonely? nah. you choose to shut people out. and the fuck does he mean by repressed. ... break loose from what? whatever. a headshake. brace for elaboration. 'cause you're about to get an earful. he's getting a case of going in one, out the other: if you wanted a therapy session, you would've asked.
