#themagnusarchives — Public Fediverse posts

POV: #DeadbyDaylight is a domain of the Hunt from Season 5 of #TheMagnusArchives. The fear of being hunted by an unstoppable killer.
POV 2: I want a #TheMagnusProtocol Chapter. Killer: Mr. Bonzo (obvious); Survivors: Sam and Alice (maybe?).
Thanks for reading my crude thoughts!

POV: #DeadbyDaylight is a domain of the Hunt from Season 5 of #TheMagnusArchives. The fear of being hunted by an unstoppable killer.
POV 2: I want a #TheMagnusProtocol Chapter. Killer: Mr. Bonzo (obvious); Survivors: Sam and Alice (maybe?).
Thanks for reading my crude thoughts!

POV: #DeadbyDaylight is a domain of the Hunt from Season 5 of #TheMagnusArchives. The fear of being hunted by an unstoppable killer.
POV 2: I want a #TheMagnusProtocol Chapter. Killer: Mr. Bonzo (obvious); Survivors: Sam and Alice (maybe?).
Thanks for reading my crude thoughts!

POV: #DeadbyDaylight is a domain of the Hunt from Season 5 of #TheMagnusArchives. The fear of being hunted by an unstoppable killer.
POV 2: I want a #TheMagnusProtocol Chapter. Killer: Mr. Bonzo (obvious); Survivors: Sam and Alice (maybe?).
Thanks for reading my crude thoughts!

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Le he hecho unos cambios (gracias @rethis por las sugerencias! y gracias a la gente que me ha dado feedback extra en el tema de los iconos). He aprovechado para corregir un par de cosillas en el texto (se quedaban algunas palabras sueltas que no me gustaban nada, y ahora ya está mejor).

Puede que esto sea una de las cosas más nerdas que he hecho, pero cuando escuché el episodio 111 me dieron ganas de plasmar visualmente todo lo que contaba el capítulo. No soy artista ni ilustradora, pero sí diseñadora, así que se me ocurrió probar a hacer un cartel.

El personaje que cuenta todo esto en el podcast pone como ejemplo los colores, así que una rueda cromática con los 14 miedos me pareció una idea interesante.

Me lo he pasado genial haciéndolo. Y a la vez me da mucha vergüenza compartir esto. Puede que haga cambios en el diseño, no lo descarto. Lo pondré más adelante para descargar en pdf por si a alguien le interesara en algún momento.

#tma #themagnusarchives #CrisEscuchaTMA

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Le he hecho unos cambios (gracias @rethis por las sugerencias! y gracias a la gente que me ha dado feedback extra en el tema de los iconos). He aprovechado para corregir un par de cosillas en el texto (se quedaban algunas palabras sueltas que no me gustaban nada, y ahora ya está mejor).

Puede que esto sea una de las cosas más nerdas que he hecho, pero cuando escuché el episodio 111 me dieron ganas de plasmar visualmente todo lo que contaba el capítulo. No soy artista ni ilustradora, pero sí diseñadora, así que se me ocurrió probar a hacer un cartel.

El personaje que cuenta todo esto en el podcast pone como ejemplo los colores, así que una rueda cromática con los 14 miedos me pareció una idea interesante.

Me lo he pasado genial haciéndolo. Y a la vez me da mucha vergüenza compartir esto. Puede que haga cambios en el diseño, no lo descarto. Lo pondré más adelante para descargar en pdf por si a alguien le interesara en algún momento.

#tma #themagnusarchives #CrisEscuchaTMA

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Le he hecho unos cambios (gracias @rethis por las sugerencias! y gracias a la gente que me ha dado feedback extra en el tema de los iconos). He aprovechado para corregir un par de cosillas en el texto (se quedaban algunas palabras sueltas que no me gustaban nada, y ahora ya está mejor).

Puede que esto sea una de las cosas más nerdas que he hecho, pero cuando escuché el episodio 111 me dieron ganas de plasmar visualmente todo lo que contaba el capítulo. No soy artista ni ilustradora, pero sí diseñadora, así que se me ocurrió probar a hacer un cartel.

El personaje que cuenta todo esto en el podcast pone como ejemplo los colores, así que una rueda cromática con los 14 miedos me pareció una idea interesante.

Me lo he pasado genial haciéndolo. Y a la vez me da mucha vergüenza compartir esto. Puede que haga cambios en el diseño, no lo descarto. Lo pondré más adelante para descargar en pdf por si a alguien le interesara en algún momento.

#tma #themagnusarchives #CrisEscuchaTMA

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Le he hecho unos cambios (gracias @rethis por las sugerencias! y gracias a la gente que me ha dado feedback extra en el tema de los iconos). He aprovechado para corregir un par de cosillas en el texto (se quedaban algunas palabras sueltas que no me gustaban nada, y ahora ya está mejor).

Puede que esto sea una de las cosas más nerdas que he hecho, pero cuando escuché el episodio 111 me dieron ganas de plasmar visualmente todo lo que contaba el capítulo. No soy artista ni ilustradora, pero sí diseñadora, así que se me ocurrió probar a hacer un cartel.

El personaje que cuenta todo esto en el podcast pone como ejemplo los colores, así que una rueda cromática con los 14 miedos me pareció una idea interesante.

Me lo he pasado genial haciéndolo. Y a la vez me da mucha vergüenza compartir esto. Puede que haga cambios en el diseño, no lo descarto. Lo pondré más adelante para descargar en pdf por si a alguien le interesara en algún momento.

#tma #themagnusarchives #CrisEscuchaTMA

ACTUALIZACIÓN: Le he hecho unos cambios (gracias @rethis por las sugerencias! y gracias a la gente que me ha dado feedback extra en el tema de los iconos). He aprovechado para corregir un par de cosillas en el texto (se quedaban algunas palabras sueltas que no me gustaban nada, y ahora ya está mejor).

Puede que esto sea una de las cosas más nerdas que he hecho, pero cuando escuché el episodio 111 me dieron ganas de plasmar visualmente todo lo que contaba el capítulo. No soy artista ni ilustradora, pero sí diseñadora, así que se me ocurrió probar a hacer un cartel.

El personaje que cuenta todo esto en el podcast pone como ejemplo los colores, así que una rueda cromática con los 14 miedos me pareció una idea interesante.

Me lo he pasado genial haciéndolo. Y a la vez me da mucha vergüenza compartir esto. Puede que haga cambios en el diseño, no lo descarto. Lo pondré más adelante para descargar en pdf por si a alguien le interesara en algún momento.

#tma #themagnusarchives #CrisEscuchaTMA

Written for the #FanPrompt "Middle".

There was something outside of the door. Celia couldn't see it, but she could hear it. It had a low growl in its throat that told her it was big, and its stench wafted through the crack beneath the door.

But Celia was safe. She knew that deep in her bones. In front of her was Georgie, and behind her was Melanie. The metal of Melanie's cane caressed Celia's bare leg, promising pleasure or pain - whichever Celia desired.

"What do you desire?" Georgie cooed, as if she could read Celia's mind.

Celia swallowed hard in anticipation. Georgie was naked before her, and her bare breasts were a sight to behold. They were all naked, in fact. Melanie's free hand caressed Celia's hip.

"If you're stuck for inspiration, I have a few ideas," Melanie breathed in her ear.

Outside, the beast was banging on the door, demanding to be let in. But it couldn't come in. No matter what happened, the Prophet and the Fearless One would protect her.

"I..."

The beast banged on the door again.

And the Celia jolted awake, her confused mind processing that someone was knocking on the door of her flat. She stumbled out of bed, tugged on the first clothes she could find, and opened it to reveal Georgie.

But it wasn't quite the Georgie of her dreams. It was this universe's Georgie, who was wonderful and sturdy and smart, but who knew nothing of apocalypses.

"Morning, sleepy head," Georgie said.

"I overslept, didn't I?" Celia realized with a wince. They had a Sheeple Chase recording session scheduled.

"You did," Georgie said, so I brought you a bagel. She thrust the foodstuff Celia now saw she was holding at Celia, and the Celia took it. As Georgie let her arm fall again, Celia's eyes drifted to her bosom, and she felt her face grow hot at the memory of her dream. Hastily, she took a bite of the bagel.

"Thanks," she said through the mouthful. She swallowed. "Give me a moment, and I'll be ready."

#FanFiction #SheepleChase #TheMagnusProtocol #TheMagnusArchives

#FanPrompt "Bay" Harriet/Karolina #TheMagnusArchives

Harriet Fairchild stood on the deck of her sailboat, the Open Sky, and stripped off her clothes. Leaving her vessel to drift where it would, she plunged into the sea.

It was a warm summer day, and the water of the Atlantic felt pleasant against her skin. She rolled onto her back and floated, gazing adoringly at the clear blue sky.

She didn't know how long she floated. Nor did she worry about being able to find the Open Sky again. The Vast would take her where it wished. She'd either find safe harbor again or she wouldn't. All that mattered was the grandness of the ocean below her and the endless expanse of sky above her.

"Are you okay?" a voice called.

Harriet shifted to treading water, looking to see who had called to her. She saw that it was a woman about her age in a canoe. Looking around, Harriet realized she'd drifted into a shallow bay.

"I'm fine," Harriet answered.

"Here," the woman said. She paddled closer, extending a hand for Harriet to take. Then, as Harriet's body left the water for the boat, she gasped. "You're naked."

"That I am. I took my clothes off," Harriet said. "Harriet Fairchild."

The woman had adverted her eyes and was looking pointedly over Harriet's shoulder. She handed Harriet a towel.

"Karolina Górka," she said. "So, um, what's a fellow Brit doing off the coast of Florida? And why did you take off your clothes?"

"Dad's got a vacation home here. You?"

"I'm staying with my cousin for the summer," Karolina said. "She insisted. Said it would be good for me after, um, what happened. I told her I was fine, but, well, all expenses paid vacation. Couldn't turn that down."

"What happened?"

"Bad experience underground," Karolina said vaguely. She was still pointedly avoiding looking at Karolina's naked body. Karolina shifted positions and pushed the towel she'd wrapped around herself back, so her breasts were more visible. And she spread her legs just enough to catch the attention of Karolina's peripheral vision, causing an embarrassed blush to creep across Karolina's cheeks.

Harriet suppressed a chuckle and then caught sight of the small pile of dirt in the canoe at Karolina's feet. It looked too dark to be sand. She furrowed her brow, looking at Karolina intently.

"You had a run in with the Buried," she summarized finally.

Karolina looked at her in surprise, but Harriet was still naked, so she looked away just as quickly.

"It has a name?"

"Yup," Harriet said. "Me - my whole family, really - we're with its opposite."

"What's its opposite?"

Harriet waved an arm, encompassing the whole of the sea and sky around them. "All of this. The Vast."

"How does one, what you said, be with the Vast?"

#FanPrompt "Bay" Harriet/Karolina #TheMagnusArchives

Harriet Fairchild stood on the deck of her sailboat, the Open Sky, and stripped off her clothes. Leaving her vessel to drift where it would, she plunged into the sea.

It was a warm summer day, and the water of the Atlantic felt pleasant against her skin. She rolled onto her back and floated, gazing adoringly at the clear blue sky.

She didn't know how long she floated. Nor did she worry about being able to find the Open Sky again. The Vast would take her where it wished. She'd either find safe harbor again or she wouldn't. All that mattered was the grandness of the ocean below her and the endless expanse of sky above her.

"Are you okay?" a voice called.

Harriet shifted to treading water, looking to see who had called to her. She saw that it was a woman about her age in a canoe. Looking around, Harriet realized she'd drifted into a shallow bay.

"I'm fine," Harriet answered.

"Here," the woman said. She paddled closer, extending a hand for Harriet to take. Then, as Harriet's body left the water for the boat, she gasped. "You're naked."

"That I am. I took my clothes off," Harriet said. "Harriet Fairchild."

The woman had adverted her eyes and was looking pointedly over Harriet's shoulder. She handed Harriet a towel.

"Karolina Górka," she said. "So, um, what's a fellow Brit doing off the coast of Florida? And why did you take off your clothes?"

"Dad's got a vacation home here. You?"

"I'm staying with my cousin for the summer," Karolina said. "She insisted. Said it would be good for me after, um, what happened. I told her I was fine, but, well, all expenses paid vacation. Couldn't turn that down."

"What happened?"

"Bad experience underground," Karolina said vaguely. She was still pointedly avoiding looking at Karolina's naked body. Karolina shifted positions and pushed the towel she'd wrapped around herself back, so her breasts were more visible. And she spread her legs just enough to catch the attention of Karolina's peripheral vision, causing an embarrassed blush to creep across Karolina's cheeks.

Harriet suppressed a chuckle and then caught sight of the small pile of dirt in the canoe at Karolina's feet. It looked too dark to be sand. She furrowed her brow, looking at Karolina intently.

"You had a run in with the Buried," she summarized finally.

Karolina looked at her in surprise, but Harriet was still naked, so she looked away just as quickly.

"It has a name?"

"Yup," Harriet said. "Me - my whole family, really - we're with its opposite."

"What's its opposite?"

Harriet waved an arm, encompassing the whole of the sea and sky around them. "All of this. The Vast."

"How does one, what you said, be with the Vast?"

#FanPrompt "Bay" Harriet/Karolina #TheMagnusArchives

Harriet Fairchild stood on the deck of her sailboat, the Open Sky, and stripped off her clothes. Leaving her vessel to drift where it would, she plunged into the sea.

It was a warm summer day, and the water of the Atlantic felt pleasant against her skin. She rolled onto her back and floated, gazing adoringly at the clear blue sky.

She didn't know how long she floated. Nor did she worry about being able to find the Open Sky again. The Vast would take her where it wished. She'd either find safe harbor again or she wouldn't. All that mattered was the grandness of the ocean below her and the endless expanse of sky above her.

"Are you okay?" a voice called.

Harriet shifted to treading water, looking to see who had called to her. She saw that it was a woman about her age in a canoe. Looking around, Harriet realized she'd drifted into a shallow bay.

"I'm fine," Harriet answered.

"Here," the woman said. She paddled closer, extending a hand for Harriet to take. Then, as Harriet's body left the water for the boat, she gasped. "You're naked."

"That I am. I took my clothes off," Harriet said. "Harriet Fairchild."

The woman had adverted her eyes and was looking pointedly over Harriet's shoulder. She handed Harriet a towel.

"Karolina Górka," she said. "So, um, what's a fellow Brit doing off the coast of Florida? And why did you take off your clothes?"

"Dad's got a vacation home here. You?"

"I'm staying with my cousin for the summer," Karolina said. "She insisted. Said it would be good for me after, um, what happened. I told her I was fine, but, well, all expenses paid vacation. Couldn't turn that down."

"What happened?"

"Bad experience underground," Karolina said vaguely. She was still pointedly avoiding looking at Karolina's naked body. Karolina shifted positions and pushed the towel she'd wrapped around herself back, so her breasts were more visible. And she spread her legs just enough to catch the attention of Karolina's peripheral vision, causing an embarrassed blush to creep across Karolina's cheeks.

Harriet suppressed a chuckle and then caught sight of the small pile of dirt in the canoe at Karolina's feet. It looked too dark to be sand. She furrowed her brow, looking at Karolina intently.

"You had a run in with the Buried," she summarized finally.

Karolina looked at her in surprise, but Harriet was still naked, so she looked away just as quickly.

"It has a name?"

"Yup," Harriet said. "Me - my whole family, really - we're with its opposite."

"What's its opposite?"

Harriet waved an arm, encompassing the whole of the sea and sky around them. "All of this. The Vast."

"How does one, what you said, be with the Vast?"

#FanPrompt "Bay" Harriet/Karolina #TheMagnusArchives

Harriet Fairchild stood on the deck of her sailboat, the Open Sky, and stripped off her clothes. Leaving her vessel to drift where it would, she plunged into the sea.

It was a warm summer day, and the water of the Atlantic felt pleasant against her skin. She rolled onto her back and floated, gazing adoringly at the clear blue sky.

She didn't know how long she floated. Nor did she worry about being able to find the Open Sky again. The Vast would take her where it wished. She'd either find safe harbor again or she wouldn't. All that mattered was the grandness of the ocean below her and the endless expanse of sky above her.

"Are you okay?" a voice called.

Harriet shifted to treading water, looking to see who had called to her. She saw that it was a woman about her age in a canoe. Looking around, Harriet realized she'd drifted into a shallow bay.

"I'm fine," Harriet answered.

"Here," the woman said. She paddled closer, extending a hand for Harriet to take. Then, as Harriet's body left the water for the boat, she gasped. "You're naked."

"That I am. I took my clothes off," Harriet said. "Harriet Fairchild."

The woman had adverted her eyes and was looking pointedly over Harriet's shoulder. She handed Harriet a towel.

"Karolina Górka," she said. "So, um, what's a fellow Brit doing off the coast of Florida? And why did you take off your clothes?"

"Dad's got a vacation home here. You?"

"I'm staying with my cousin for the summer," Karolina said. "She insisted. Said it would be good for me after, um, what happened. I told her I was fine, but, well, all expenses paid vacation. Couldn't turn that down."

"What happened?"

"Bad experience underground," Karolina said vaguely. She was still pointedly avoiding looking at Karolina's naked body. Karolina shifted positions and pushed the towel she'd wrapped around herself back, so her breasts were more visible. And she spread her legs just enough to catch the attention of Karolina's peripheral vision, causing an embarrassed blush to creep across Karolina's cheeks.

Harriet suppressed a chuckle and then caught sight of the small pile of dirt in the canoe at Karolina's feet. It looked too dark to be sand. She furrowed her brow, looking at Karolina intently.

"You had a run in with the Buried," she summarized finally.

Karolina looked at her in surprise, but Harriet was still naked, so she looked away just as quickly.

"It has a name?"

"Yup," Harriet said. "Me - my whole family, really - we're with its opposite."

"What's its opposite?"

Harriet waved an arm, encompassing the whole of the sea and sky around them. "All of this. The Vast."

"How does one, what you said, be with the Vast?"

#FanPrompt "Physical" Daisy/Basira #TheMagnusArchives

Daisy was smirking when she came into the station, and there was a distinct pep in her step.

"What has you in such a good mood?" Basira asked. She was sitting behind her desk in ther shared office. She expected Daisy to take a seat at her own, but instead she sidled over to be beside Basira. Bending down, she whispered into her ear.

"The PI got video of that IOPC bastard cheating on his wife. All our problems are about to disappear." Daisy was under investigation (again) for ethics violations.

"That tickles," Basira complained good naturedly.

"Oh? Does it?" Daisy asked, her lips now definitely brushing the flesh of Basira's ear. She was doing it deliberately.

"Yes."

"Why don't you tell me how?" Daisy breathed.

Basira twisted her body so that it was her mouth at Daisy's ear.

And then she bit it.

She didn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but she applied enough force to get a gasp out of her partner.

Basira pulled away so she could properly watch Daisy's reaction, and she was treated to Daisy's flushed expression. She thought she enjoyed watching the red blossom on Daisy's cheeks even more than Daisy had enjoyed being bitten, but it was a close thing.