#first-person thriller

[linuxgamenews]

REVEIL: A Thrilling First-Person Game Coming to Linux and Steam Deck

REVEIL is a first-person thriller game headed to Linux and Steam Deck while launching on Windows PC. Thanks to Pixelsplit's creative talents for bringing this experience to life. Available today on Steam. The REVEIL release is all thanks to Pixelsplit and Daedalic Entertainment for collaborating, along with Arina Tara for the soundtrack. It's not just any music; it's a collection of original songs that echo the spine-tingling vibe of REVEIL's story. And if you're into music as much as I am, you'll want to check out the Funhouse Edition. It's not just the full soundtrack; it's an extra six songs. Plus, it's a great way to support both the developers and the artist. Now, speaking of support, here is what is happening with the native build:

We use Unity with HDRP. Our main goal with Linux was to have a native version of the game ready for Steam Deck.

A quick heads up for those looking to dive into REVEIL on Linux – there's a bit of a snag. The native version seems to have a memory leak issue that causes some crashes after playing for a bit. The team at Pixelsplit did the right thing and reached out to Unity about this hiccup a while back, but it seems like they're still waiting to hear back. But don't worry, Steam Deck users! There's a solid workaround. You can play the Windows version using Proton. It works smoothly and doesn't have that memory leak problem. So, while the Linux issue gets sorted out, you can still play the first-person thriller without a hitch Now, let's dive into what makes REVEIL stand out. It's a blend of visual allure and mental gymnastics. The puzzles are diverse, the clues are baffling, and the whole experience will also mess with your head. You're stepping into the shoes of Walter Thompson, and believe me, it's a wild ride.

REVEIL | FearFest Trailer

You'll be exploring Walter Thompson's psyche and past, which gets increasingly murky and mysterious. The deeper you go, the more you're caught in a whirlpool of deceptive images, memory fragments, and bizarre visions. It's a puzzle you can't help but want to solve, even as hope fades. Your main drive? Finding Martha and Dorie. You've got to stay sharp, and also look for clues, and hang onto your sanity. Now, let's talk features. REVEIL isn't just playing a role; it's a deep psychological journey that makes you question everything. It's spread across five acts, each set in uniquely crafted settings. The first-person story is immersive while offering various puzzles and riddles that keep you hooked. Plus, it's stunning – the visual experience is a #madewithunity style. The narrative layers are impressive while blending psychedelic, biographical, and unsettling elements. The atmospheric touches, like paintings and posters, also brings the '60s circus era to life. The Funhouse Edition launches today. It's more than just a game; it's an experience, especially with its 60s circus-inspired setting that morphs into something surreal. REVEIL first-person thriller showed up at the Future Game Show and Fear Fest on Steam. And now, the wait is almost over – it launches today, March 6th for Windows PC. But offers Proton support for Linux with an intent to offer a native build on Steam. It's also priced at $17.99 USD / £15.29 / 17,99€ with the 10% discount. Dive into and experience this mind-bending journey. It's not just about playing; it's about immersing yourself in a story that promises to be as haunting as it is intriguing.

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: first person pov’s Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance, double pov Warnings: stalking, mentions of possible murder and torturous acts on children, mental health problems, dark fantasy dreams, exploration of the dark web, mention of an asshole boyfriend and possibly more that might trigger some readers. Read At Your Own Risk!

This is part 3 of the ‘Missing’ series!

7:00 AM

🤍 - Rosalla’s POV

The sun starts rising and the sun pools into my room through the windows as I wake up from my slumber with a weird feeling of soreness and bruised skin on the inner parts of my thighs.

Immediately ripping the duvet off the lower half of my body I slide down my pyjama pants to my mid-thighs, seeing several marks left behind on the inner skin of my thighs.

Inspecting it, confused on how the fuck did I get them? I don’t think I woke up in the middle of the night to go take a piss and even if did, I wouldn’t have bruises on my inner thighs.

Searching my mind for a presumable answer, I scout out one most reasonable answer that makes the most sense.

My stalker.

But what was he doing between my thighs?…

Realization hits me like a big bookshelf falling down, it’s obvious what he was doing there now. Immediately I pull my pyjama pants right back up and a weird feeling of my dark fantasies coming to life…

I’ve never confessed to something like this to anyone except for my now ex-boyfriend, one morning we were just cuddling in bed and I started to talk about a dream I had about a being chased down by a man in a mask and then being taken against my will.

That morning I had woken up all wet and horny so I asked my now ex-boyfriend if we wanted to try something like that, he looked at me and said I was fucked up in the head and proceeded to ignore me for two whole weeks which broke my heart.

Those two weeks I’ve spent at home eating ice-cream, watching romcoms and crying myself to sleep. Blaming myself for even having such dreams, such dark and twisted fantasies in the dark parts of my brain…

He was the one that broke up with me since I had felt seriously emotionally attachted to him, like he actually loved me but it all ended when he found out I have a stalker and he said he couldnt be seen with me, knowing theres some other man lurking and watching our every move somewhere in the dark shadows.

I finally get the strength to get out of bed and make my way over to the bathroom to take a refreshing morning shower. Thank god I have a day off today or I would not survive an hour at work.

Undressing myself I step into the shower, washing my spiraling thoughts taunting me in the dark depths of my mind down my body. Running a hand over my face I silence out all of the voices in my head all speaking at once and allow myself to finally relax and have a moment of peace.

| - 🍂 - |

7:47 AM

I’ve gotten out of the shower and thrown on some random clothes I found in my closet so I won’t sit in my pyjamas all day even though i was being close to doing that. A simple black tank top under an oversized off-shoulder gray hoodie with black sweatpants and mini uggs on my feets, my hair being put up lazily in a messy bun. ( outfit here )

I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen, putting on some my hometown Spanish music on the speakers I start preparing some breakfast, my hips swaying from side to side each time I walk and when I'm standing they start to create circle, dancing to the music using my hips.

🖤 - Matthew’s POV

I watch her every move, every sway of her hips and move of her perfect body. She wont be able to escape me now ever since I've laid my eyes on her that one time, after I got home that day I did all of my research and found out as much as I could without her finding out.

Fuck, she sure knows how to move her hips.

Also I may or may not installed cameras in her house a few weeks after she became my newly found obsession but atleast I can keep an eye on her and protect my girl from any danger coming her way she may not know of. No one touches what’s mine.

Shes preparing breakfast, doing something normal in this moment and still manages to look even more gorgeous each time.

I sit back in my chair at my house, watching her from all different angles on numerous monitors on my wall from the cameras I have scarretered all over her house in those small and invisible spots she would never think to check.

A laptop is dismissently sitting on my lap with the dark web opened and the newly leaked video loading, I'm checking if the new victim isn't her missing sister by any chance and to hopefully track down the location of their new stay. I've been trying to catch those fuckers for some time now with my team and we've been close in the past but never close enough.

I'm moving my gaze from a goddess dancing in her kitchen to a gory, disgusting video of various of tortureous acts being preformend on children, why do I do this you may ask? I don't know it just sucked me into the dark layers of the world and once you go in, you can't get out.

| - 🍂 - |

10:25 AM

She’s already ate breakfast, had a dance party and singing competition with the voices in her head. Finally she’s now resting on the couch of her living room writing in a journal-like notebook with her cat Willow sleeping in her lap.

That journal holds some of her darkest secrets and I’ve somehow managed to get my hands on it one night, reading thought the different things she’s been through and establishing her ex-boyfriend is a total asshole and didn’t deserve her.

If I could I would teach him a goddamn lesson for treating her like the way he did and when I first found out I was close to actually bashing that motherfucker head with a brick but I kept myself under control and decided to leave it alone.

🤍 - Rosalla’s POV

I was just journaling in my notebook, it’s always felt therapeutic to me and helped me to find my peace or to drain my constantly spiralling thoughts onto paper so I don’t have to bottle them up inside of me.

My cat Willow is snuggly cuddled up on my lap, peacefully sleeping. I wish I could be so carefree with no worries on my head like her, maybe if I was a cat I wouldn’t constantly be burying myself in my thoughts?

As I try to relax, placing the journal down next to me the memories of me and my missing sister together flood back into my mind, clouding any other thought I might have had in there.

A single small tear swirls in my eye and falls down onto the delicate fur of my cat as I pet her back, smiling at the funny and wholesome memories we had together as tears start to prick my eyes.

I wish she was here with me.

authors note: I didn’t know how to end this, kinda ended on a sad note but I finally finished it and fed you my children, there’s more backstory here to go indeep with the characters pasts. Hope I didn’t make you wait long and hope you enjoyed this!

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[rainboweemart]

Monsters was so good!! 👏👏

[horvival]

Condemned: Criminal Origins (2005)

[obstinaterixatrix]

saw a video title calling zero escape ‘the weirdest horror franchise’ and me & sister did start heckling. in fact upon reading and fully parsing the title, I did immediately yell “NORMIE” at the tv. I’m Sorry. And I’m Right.

[princesskealie]

well, can you believe it's that time again? somehow it's already been three months, and it's time for my mom to go back to the doctor...if you have a second, please send any prayers/positive vibes her way that the appointment goes smoothly so she can have a happy spring! 🙏🙏🙏

[personasdestinyy]

Sorrowful Love | Ch#5 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook × Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

I penned down the message, my very first thread, to my first prey, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. This moment has been a long time coming, a culmination of fifteen years of anticipation.

From my vantage point in the corner of the club, I fix my gaze upon him with a burning fury in my eyes. He's blissfully unaware, reveling in the company of those mindless sluts. He won't be able to savor these moments again, because this is the last time he will ever experience such joy. Here I am, eagerly waiting for the opportune moment when the whore beside me will remove her leg from my thigh. Her repulsive gummy scent makes me cringe, but I must endure the presence of these despicable people in order to witness the sheer delight on his face once he receives my message.

Finally ,she retracts her leg, and a frown creases her brows.

'shitty'

Clearly, my lack of attention has displeased her. But that's not my problem. She rises from the couch, stomping her feet on the ground in a silent plea for my attention, and thankfully, she leaves. Yet, being the man that I am, I once again choose to ignore her.

My fingers hovered over the 'send' button, With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, I press the 'send' button, the message was on its way. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Just as i settle on the couch, he pulled out his phone, his expression mirrored the one I had hoped for. His face tensed as he read the message, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for me.

'Never. You can never find me.'

Don't know why but suddenly anger surged through me, my hands clenching into fists so tight that my knuckles turned white, my blood rushing to my ears in a violent surge, and my breathing quickened. I knew I had to leave before things escalated. I settled the bill with the bartender, shooting one last fiery glance at him before heading for the door. His head was bowed, lost in his thoughts.

'kill him'

The thought flashed through my mind, The desire to take his life now and here consumes me, my heart yearns to fulfill this violent urge.. but I knew I had to bide my time. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I am determined to make him pay.

The word 'Revenge' has consumed my thoughts completely, leaving no room for anything else.

As I make my exit in silence, leaving him in the sea of unease, I vowed to exact my vengeance in the most excruciating way possible. This time, they would know the true meaning of fear.

Her expression is a mix of dread, fear, and all other synonyms one could associate with being scared. She pleads for me to go away, tears cascading down her troubled face, making my nostrils flare with annoyance. God, women like her drive me crazy; it's why I can't stand them.

But, she was different. Despite her incessant chatter on the phone, she somehow managed to bring a smile to my face.

'fuck'

I can't dwell on these memories now. I need to stay focused on the task at hand and have to deal with the fucker who seems to have forgotten my warning, off enjoying himself with those whores.

As I stand up from the chair, she immediately senses my presence and her body starts trembling uncontrollably. The sound of my heavy black boots thudding against the floor fills the room, almost echoing her fear. I am completely clad in black, from head to toe, which only adds to the aura of darkness and intensity that surrounds me. With black leather pants hugging my legs, a full sleeve shirt and a sleek leather jacket covering my torso, black leather gloves covering my hands, a black cap crowning my head, and a black mask concealing my face, I become an embodiment of the shadows. Only my eyes are visible, but they reveal nothing except pure rage.

Stepping closer towards her, she becomes rigid, her body freezing in fear. Her voice quivers as she pleads, "Please, just leave" Her desperation hangs heavily in the air.

I raise my hand and she immediately shuts her eyes tightly, as if anticipating a blow. But I have no intention of hitting her, unless she decides to make a scene. Placing a finger to my lips, hidden behind the mask.

"Shhh," I hush, leaning in slightly. The next moments are crucial, and any sudden movement or sound from her could trigger an explosive reaction from me.

I was not like this, but the burning desire for revenge has consumed me to the point where all other emotions have faded away. I am like an empty vessel, engulfed in darkness.

She timidly opens her teary eyes, and I remove my finger from my lips.

"I have to make a call, so don't you dare to scream, If you scream, I'll make sure you regret it," I caution her, the threat evident in my gaze. Her body trembles even more than before, and I step back, reaching for my phone in the jacket pocket as I make my way to the door frame.

I dialed his number, eagerly waiting for him to pick up. After a few rings, he finally answered. As I brought the phone to my ear to listen to his voice, the woman behind me let out a loud scream.

'fucking shitty'

I glared at her, my eyes filled with anger. She quickly closed her mouth and burst into tears once again.

"What do you want, you bastard! Leave my wife alone, you asshole!" he shouted angrily on the other end of the line. The urge to silence both the husband and the wife by cutting out their tongues crept into my mind.

I cleared my throat and spoke in a calm, yet determined tone, "First of all, stop your motherfucking yelling, it won't help. Second, I need you to come home immediately. And third, if you bring anyone else with you, I will make sure your wife suffers a painful fate right in front of you. So, be smart and come alone in just 10 minutes,"

After giving him some specific instructions, I abruptly ended the call, leaving him to ponder my words in silence.

From my vantage point at the window, I observed his every move, how he maneuvered the car into the parking lot, how he swiftly snatch a gun from the dashboard before stepping out of the vehicle. The dimly lit surroundings failed to conceal the fear etched on his face, and I could almost feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

When I entered the house, I intentionally left the door ajar to make a dramatic entrance. I scattered furniture and belongings to heighten the suspense, and it seemed to have worked as I could sense his frantic footsteps echoing through the ground floor as he checked every door, desperately searching for any sign of his wife.

A mischievous chuckle escaped my lips. I hadn't anticipated finding pleasure in these twisted games, and I'm surprised by the unexpected enjoyment I derived from these sinister acts. Revenge had been my initial motive, but the sheer satisfaction of instilling fear in my target is an unexpected bonus. As I approached the door, she let out another piercing scream. It was clear that she too sensed the presence of an individual.

'fucking fuck'

My anger intensifying as I turn around and walk toward her with heavy step. And then, without hesitation, I delivered a forceful slap across her face, rendering her unconscious. Her head hung low, a testament to the power I now wielded. I swiftly held ber face in my hand and silenced her mouth with a cloth, even though it served no practical purpose now.

After approximately 10 seconds, he sprinted towards the room, completely disregarding my presence. His sole focus was on reaching his wife, and the expression on his face mirrored the exact emotions I experienced when I was just a child. Without hesitation, he dropped both the gun and phone from his trembling hands as he knelt before her, gently cradling her face in his palms.

"Honey, please, wake up. Please wake up," he pleaded with a mixture of worry, rage, and terror evident in his voice. Desperation laced every word as he attempted to rouse his unconscious wife.

As he tenderly shook her shoulders, he anxiously inquired, "Who the fuck…?" His question remained unfinished as I swiftly swung a heavy bat, connecting with his head. The impact rendered him unconscious before he even had a chance to face the person responsible for the blow, me. The mere sound of his voice had become unbearable, piercing my ears like arrows and causing them to bleed.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally began to regain consciousness.

During his unconscious state, I had taken advantage of the situation and tied him to a chair, and shut his mouth with tape, all for my own advantage, of course.

To add a little surprise, I had also switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

As he struggled to open his eyes, it took him what seemed like a hundred attempts before he finally succeeded.

'Thank fucking God'

Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, he soon realized that his wife was tied up in a chair right beside him.

'Ah, the game is about to begin.'

From the door frame, I watched the scene unfold, feeling bad for them that made me want to cry my heart out for their beautiful love story. But I remained hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't spot me.

He desperately tried to free himself, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his futile attempts. How hypocritical of him to believe he could escape my carefully laid trap. After a few failed tries, he finally came to a halt and turned his tear-filled eyes towards his wife. Well, I suppose it's my turn now.

With a flick of a switch, I turned on the lights, causing the room to flood with brightness. The sudden change made him instinctively shut his eyes, momentarily blinded by the illumination.

When he finally opens his eyes, they immediately lock onto me. I can see the confusion and fear in his gaze as he takes in my appearance. His body tenses up, but he still tries to shout through the tape covering his mouth. Suppressing a wave of laughter, I chuckle at his futile attempt, feeling a mix of amusement and pity for him.

With my gloved hands tucked away inside the pockets of my leather jacket, I walk purposefully towards him. Coming to a halt right in front of him, I lean down, ensuring my face is at the same level as his.

"All right, I'll remove the tape from your fucking mouth, but please don't yell. My ears are incredibly sensitive", I speak directly to him, in a low, commanding tone and making sure my words penetrate his consciousness. The intensity of my voice resonates from deep within my chest, leaving no room for doubt or disobedience.

Taking a step back, I straighten up. With a swift motion, I rip the tape from his mouth, causing him to hiss in pain. Despite witnessing his discomfort, I remain unaffected, my eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination.

"Why have you taken us hostage? What is it that you want from us, motherfucker?" he barks, his final words dripping with anger and it was hard not to feel myself getting worked up as well. These two idiots really dared to raise their voices at me.

In that split second, without thinking twice, I swung my fist and delivered a powerful blow to his jaw. The impact was satisfying, but I felt the sting reverberate through my hand. Gritting my teeth, I flexed my fingers and massaged the soreness away with my other hand.

"Well, well, well, looks like you need a reminder to keep that mouth shut," I sneered at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "I warned you not to yell, but clearly, you didn't listen."

Well if this fool wanted a reason for their predicament, they were about to get one. With a theatrical touch, I placed my palm over my chin, pretending to ponder his question.

"Alright, Mr. Lee," I spoke slowly, my voice dripping with a mix of amusement and menace. "If you really want to know the reason, you're going to have to spill about Kim's family."

However, to my surprise, he bursts into laughter, causing my gaze to snap towards him with lightning speed.

"You think I'm foolish enough to tell you about them to the likes of you?" His words dripped with defiance, his tone unwavering.

"You've made a grave mistake, you moron. You've kidnapped the wrong person, and I will never, ever tell you a damn thing about them."

His statement ignited a fiery rage within me. How dare he mock me? How dare he think he had the upper hand? My anger intensified, my blood beginning to boil. This fool had no idea who he's dealing with, and he's about to learn a painful lesson.

"Alright, it seems like you're implying that you want her dead," I commented, gesturing towards his wife.

Without hesitation, he exploded in fury, bellowing, "You despicable bastard, just kill me and spare her!"

However, this time, I opted to just stand there calmly, my hands comfortably tucked inside the pockets of my sleek leather jacket. In that instant, I fixated my gaze on his wife, knowing that it was time for her demise.

Moments passed before Mr. Lee finally mumbled with his head lowered, "What do you need to know about them?"

'Bingo'

A small smirk playing at the corner of my lips. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

"Well, spill the beans on his family first, and then let's dive into his underground business," I replied, still fixated on his wife.

"He has a son and a daughter," Mr. Lee responded, causing me to swiftly turn my head towards him, my curiosity piqued.

"And a daughter too?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised by the revelation of Kim's hidden secret.

"Where is she now?" I couldn't help but throw in the question, my curiosity overpowering my desire to remain silent. Unfortunately, he remained tight-lipped, leaving my query unanswered.

Glancing over at him, I catch sight of his downcast head. Curiosity piqued, I lower myself to the ground, positioning myself directly in front of him to get a better look at his face. And that's when I spot it—a solitary tear, glistening on his cheek. It's a peculiar sight, one that almost tempts a chuckle from me. But alas, the gravity of the situation prevents any laughter from escaping my lips.

"Oh, Mr. Lee, why the tears?" I inquire, my voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"I simply asked about his daughter. If you're unwilling to share, then I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands and kill your wife," I declare, my tone still gentle despite the menacing words, all while remaining on my knees.

"Please, spare her life. I don't understand why you're doing this. If you must take a life, take mine instead." His voice trembles as he pleads.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I click my tongue disapprovingly.

"I had you pegged as a brave soul, but it seems you're nothing more than a timid mouse. It's a pity, really," I remark, rising to my feet.

"But you should know, even if you were to beg me now, I would still carry out my plan. First, I'll make you witness the demise of your wife, and then, only then, I will end your life," I state matter-of-factly as I make my way towards a nearby table adorned with a mysterious bag.

Opening the bag, I unzipped it and carefully extracted the knife, placing it meticulously on the table. Just as I did so, he erupted into screams of desperation and fury, his voice laced with a chilling warning. "Just kill me, don't you dare to touch her. I'll kill you if you touch her!"

Ignoring his frantic outbursts, the knife and tape practically begged to be in my grasp, so I calmly picked up the knife and tape. With a steady and purposeful stride, I approached his wife, positioning myself just behind her chair.

With a maddening calmness in my voice, I addressed him. "Mr. Lee, do you recall the time you callously took the life of a woman in front of her own child?"

The desire to slash her throat, and then his, coursed through my veins, creating an insatiable itch within me.

His expression twisted in confusion, he stammered out a response. "What… what do you mean? I don't understand anything," he managed to utter through his tearful pleas.

Smirking slightly, I seized a fistful of his wife's hair, exerting enough force to communicate my utter dominance. His threats and pleas fell upon deaf ears.

"Fucker, take your hands away from her! I swear I'll kill you!" he shouted, desperately clinging to a fading hope of escape through intimidation.

"Listen to me, I don't care who you think you are. You can do whatever you want to me, but spare her. She's innocent in all of this," he pleaded after a moment, his eyes pleading for mercy as I held her captive.

Ignoring his pleas, memories of my own past suffering flooded my mind. The image of my parents begging for their lives flashed before me, fueling my rage. With a swift motion, I pressed the knife against her throat and slit her throat in an instant.

In an instant, blood gushed from her throat, drenching everything in its path. She began to tremble uncontrollably from the sheer amount of blood she was losing. The floor, the chair, her clothes - all stained crimson with her life force. After what seemed like an eternity, the trembling eventually ceased. She was no longer among the living.

His eyes remained wide open, still in shock from the gruesome sight before him. The scene unfolding in front of his eyes left him utterly speechless. His happiness, like mine, seemed to vanish into thin air.

"Why? Why did you do this?" The words ripped through the air as he shouted in agony, followed by the piercing sound of his weeping. He moved in the chair, desperately trying to free himself from the pain.

I walked purposefully towards him, standing directly in front of his chair. With a firm grip, I grabbed his hair and forced him to look me in the eyes. My blood boiled with a desire for revenge, the name etched in my mind like a curse. The sense of accomplishment surged through me, yet a thrill still lingered in the air.

I watched as he struggled against the restraints, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and fear. The tears streaming down his face mingled with the bloodshot redness, a clear indication of the intense emotions bubbling within him. Despite his desperate attempts to break free, I could see the murderous intent in his eyes, but he was powerless to act on it.

I released his hair and used my teeth to cut through the tape binding his hands. As I tried to muffle his cries by covering his mouth with tape, he defiantly spat on my gloved hand.

"Fuck, it's suck", cursing under my breath, I wiped my hand on his suit before firmly gripping his face with my right hand and forcefully securing the tape over his mouth.

Stepping back from the chair, I walked toward the table and picked up the knife from the table. The blade was stained with the blood of his wife, a grim reminder of the gruesome act I had committed. I started cleaning the knife on the table, preparing myself for the next death.

"I pity you, Mr. Lee, but you left me with no choice. You refuse to cooperate, so I must ensure my peace of mind by silencing you as well. Before your time is up, think back to the innocent woman you callously murdered in front of her child. Reflect on your actions," I said, wiping the knife blade with a thick fabric as I gazed into his widened eyes. He tried to speak, but the tape over his mouth rendered him speechless.

His facial expression revealed his thoughts, indicating that he remembers. However, I simply didn't have the patience to listen to his voice again. I casually strolled up behind his chair, placed the knife against his neck, and let out a small chuckle before swiftly slicing his throat, much like I did to his wife. The sight of his blood made me queasy, causing me to take a step back.

As I stood there, surrounded by the aftermath of my actions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. I knew that this path was dangerous and morally questionable, but in that moment, I didn't care.

Despite that, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had successfully taken down my first target.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

[ymirloves]

⋆｡°✩Meet the blogger! ⋆｡°✩

hii i'm ymir and im ur author <3 some stuff abt me: i am a big nerd on writing fanfiction/general stories, video games, and nature! **legend of zelda is my alltime favorite video game ((TP is my fav; getting OoT soon ;) )) some of my fav music artists is glass animals, sza, i monster ashnikko, marina and the diamonds, florence and the machine, kendrick lamar ! i hope i meet lots of people on here, i'm super new to tumblr and reaching out to fandoms anyways!

[alicefromwhichplanet]

Hihihi I’m back to fiction writing! One work dedicated to my favorite ship Megop! Finally, I POST their stories. That’s mainly because my works at hand are quite long and I am currently struggling with my life… but yeah. I’ve always been writing about them.

About this work: It’s basically a megop-background story, but I cannot say it’s a megop story in the conventional sense. However, it’s a great attempt of mine, to try out writing a psychological thriller, and to write multiple first-person point of views. The story is narrated through three perspectives: Airazor’s, Scourge’s and Optimus Prime’s. They follow the same timeline and (I tried to) use different narratives. There is suspense but not too much. And it’s gonna be a very sad story.

The story is also my attempt to fix the blanks of logic and one-dimensional character building in the film, as well as an effort made to make up for my disappointment that there is no decepticons or Megatron in the film (which is totally unreasonable for me). Speaking in a more gentle way, I used my imagination to explain things that are not fully explained.

[ravenssword]

The Executioners

Chapter 1- pilot

I sit in an empty corner staring at nothing, thinking of all the horrible and traumatic things I went through. My body is still and stiff. I don't know how I survived it, but I did. All the noise seemed to disappear as I drowned in my thoughts.

A girl slides next to me. I didn’t notice her at first, not until she spoke and the sound of her voice brought me back to reality. I slowly turn my head to her. A little girl stared up at me. She was about eight years old maybe. Her face was covered in debris and her clothes torn. Her legs and arms were bruised and a  bandage was tied around her head. She had gone through a lot I thought, and it will haunt her for the rest of her life. Her eyes were filled with wonder but also sadness. She didn’t smile but had a sad resting face. 

I said hello in a quiet voice. She didn't say hello back but stared at me for a second.

“My mommy and daddy are dead, she said in a quiet voice. They rescued me”, as she pointed to the couple across from me. 

It was a couple who seemed to be in their early forties. They were kissing and embracing each other. They were both badly hurt but didn't seem to mind it. A nurse comes in and badges the arm of the woman then leaves. 

“What happened to You?” the little girl asked. 

I turned away from her, the sad images were coming into my head again, my eyes were getting watery. I know what she means to say, which is what's my story .

“A lot of things, I said quietly. Horrible, sad things”

She goes quiet for a minute then asks “Are you waiting for someone?”

I shake my head. “Just waiting for the news of the doctor” I said in a shakingly voice.   

“Are they badly hurt?” she asks

I turn my head to face her again. “Yeah, but they’ll be fine. I know it”. 

She smiles at me. It also made me smile a bit. she looks nicer when she smiles.

“What's your story? before all of this happened? I want to know, I'm in the mood for a story, although it might be similar to everyone's” she said with a demanding face.

“Nothing interesting” I said, turning towards her. 

She looked at me still wanting to know.

“Fine,” I said. A smile went across her face again

“I won’t start from the very beginning but I'll start from a couple days before” 

She shook her head and excitedly turned her whole body towards me.

[hauntnseek]

"The Haunted Forest - A Confrontation with the Past"

In this haunting scene, Dex is forced to face the consequences of his darkest actions. Chompy, the dog he once loved and then murdered, returns in a twisted form, summoning demons that are disturbing representations of his own daughter. Set in the very forest where Dex used to walk Chompy, this encounter is a terrifying blend of guilt, grief, and surreal horror. Every step brings Dex closer to the truth—and further into his own personal hell. Can you survive this emotional and terrifying reckoning in Haunt N' Seek: Silent Siren VR? https://hauntnnseek.com

[pneumotrx]

me again

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Just popping in to say I read the new chapter of The Hedgehog’s dilemma and WOOH. WOOOOOOOOH. WOOOH BOY, I thought Roy was gonna kill Ted. Like woahh my god. That was so cathartically satisfying to have Roy completely read what was happening in the room and put his foot down like that. I am so very excited for the next chapter—even though my heart is just BREAKING for Jamie, gosh

Anyways- LOVING IT!

Thank you!! The difference between how Roy and Ted respond to Jamie's situation with his dad is so interesting to me and up until around mid-season 3, I was convinced it would be part of Ted's character arc — the idea that hurt people hurt people, and sometimes that hurt takes the form of giving well-meaning but ultimately deeply harmful advice because you're too mired in your own trauma to actually understand the reality of the other person's situation. So when I watched season 2, I interpreted Roy's complete lack of patience for Phoebe's dad ("he's a piece of shit") and him subsequently being the one to comfort Jamie at Wembley as the writers essentially signalling to the audience that he's able to approach the situation from a much more functional angle than Ted, and that Ted would eventually process his trauma enough to develop a more nuanced view of when his whole forgiveness and second chances thing is and is not useful. But then that didn't happen, so I figured if canon doesn't give you the character arc you want, homemade is fine.

[philcoulsonismyhero]

Can't sleep so I'm thinking about my guy George and I'm just. I'm getting really off my hinges about this man.

He's a police detective in 2005, he's 53 years old, he's gay, and he's been compartmentalising his life since he was like 10. His parents never knew he was gay because he decided as a kid that they were Never finding out. He's got no idea if they might have accepted him, and no way of knowing because they've both been dead for years. He's still trying to make his soldier father proud of him. He was raised to value rules and structures and service above all else. He's made every major decision in his life, from what he studied at university to joining the army to [redacted] to becoming a detective based in at least some part on how well it will help him to hide who he is, because if the truth comes out he won't be able to serve and then what use is he? He's been actively pursuing relationships with men since his teens despite all that and the only member of his family who's ever known is his little sister. He's been living with another man for a decade, a man his work colleagues have seen him work with professionally time and time again, and not one of them suspects a thing. He's spent that decade happier than he ever was before but he's also spent it slowly, without consciously meaning to, cutting himself off from anywhere he can truly be himself but inside his own home. He's gotten so good at hiding that he's stopped noticing that it hurts. He lies as naturally as breathing, and like breathing he rarely notices he's doing it, and his colleagues think he's an unflinchingly honest man. He's built such a wall through the middle of his life and his self that sometimes even he forgets he isn't. When he stopped liking the man he'd become because of [redacted], he found himself a career in the police where he had no choice but to go back to the old familiar lies, because at least they were simple. He wants to be a good man, but he needs to be useful.

And when eventually all his secrets get forced into the open and his life starts to collapse around him, he's almost, treacherously relieved.

Also he chews his pens, talks with an incurably posh accent, named his cat 'the Usual Suspect', is well aware his sister is significantly cooler than he is, tolerates his boyfriend stealing his shirts with quiet amusement, has never quite managed to shake the habit of calling people 'darling' although he's careful not to do it at work, and once in the 80s did a very well received drag routine to the song 'Killer Queen' which he's thought of as his song ever since.

He contains multitudes and I love him dearly, and I really need to get his story properly written so I can inflict him and his mess and all the other stuff he's got going on that I'm deliberately not mentioning because of spoilers on all of you.

[horvival]

Condemned: Criminal Origins (2005)

[wanderingandfound]

I have missed the vast majority of the "cozy horror" discourse and like, I'm fine with that because I don't really care all that much about publishing labels and subgenres. But like, I do believe in only using the broad labels if it applies. A book is not Romance (the genre) if it does not have a happily ever after/happily for now. A book is not Horror if it is not trying to be horrifying. Romantic and horrific plots and elements can be part of any story and any genre, but elements do not a genre make.

Anyways, disclaimer done, the point of this post is that as someone whose main genre is fantasy, I love reading about ghosts in non-horror stories. Give me more fucked up creatures and musings on personhood please.