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TEAM BAGUETTE: EXPEDITION 33 + Flower Monoco ↳ Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (2025)

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Gustave + instinctively protecting Maelle

my Clair Obscur gifs

side note: anyone else wants to be extra sad and thinks songs from The Medium should work kiiinda well for them?..

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MAELLE WINS CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall InteractivE

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ESQUIE'S NEST.

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CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall Interactive

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A Prayer and a Wish, a King's Quest fanfic

....and a birthday present for @telthor!

Happy birthday!!

Can be found on AO3

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Another sigh escaped his lips as Graham’s eyes stared upward at the intricate ceiling of the cathedral in Daventry.

He wasn’t much of a religious man, not that he denied that there might be something bigger than him, especially after encountering beings such as fairies, wizards, and Mr. Fancycakes nor did he deny that he had faith (of which he had in abundance for his friends, family, and the citizens of Daventry). He just found it best to leave it ambiguous of an answer when asked since he himself was just as unsure if he was faithful to anything.

And yet, having been asked as the newly crowned (and newly bruised) king of Daventry, it looked good to attend once in a blue moon… garter comfort or something or another.

Especially after a certain full moon that found himself underground with goblins for quite a minute with a handful of citizens. 

Graham stared up at how the arches bent along the ceilings, intricately woven and melded so seamlessly, one couldn’t be faulted for forgetting this was all man-made. Just as the pews, the floor, and the shining colorful stain glass reflect the aisle. It was all mesmerizing, if he was to be perfectly honest.

It was just a shame that the sermon was more boring than a bag of bricks, he couldn’t even begin to tell you what it was about. 

Something about a sheep? Maybe a chicken? An animal was most definitely involved, that much was certain.

But oh, what he would give to be able to sit all the way in the back of the room, tip his adventuring cap over his eyes, and grab just a few short minutes of a nap. 

No one, be it man, king, or goblin, should ever have to wake up at the crack of dawn. 

Another sighed escape… and a sharp elbow to the side was met soon after.

Graham winced and curled slightly over, rubbing the ache on his arm and glanced at his assailant – an irritated, mustached man fitted in what was arguably the shiniest suit of armor known to man, Number One.

“You sigh any louder, and it will ricochet off the blasted walls.” Number One hissed just quietly for Graham to hear clearly and not interrupt the priest. 

“Sorry.”

“And sit up straight, for heaven sake.” 

“Fitting being in the house of the heavens.”

A sharp and icy glance shot Graham’s way and he felt the beginnings of heat on his cheeks from embarrassment. 

He lowered his head, cleared his throat with a quiet ‘sorry’, and sat up straight, feeling Number One adjusting just slightly the feather on his hat. A small gesture, but one that had Graham smile that at the very least, Number One wasn’t entirely peeved at him for choosing his hat over the shiny gold crown.

Just a smidge, according to a chuckling Number Two.

“How much longer do we have? My back’s aching like crazy.” Graham said, adjusting once more in his seat.

“Another two hours.” Number One answered.

“Two hours?!” Graham’s eyes widened as he whipped his head at the Captain of the Royal Guards.

Another cold, but equally wide-eyed, stare was all Number One shot. Graham could hear just faintly his own voice echoing but was thankful for someone’s well-timed cough and that someone’s wife’s well-timed ‘hush’ to blanket his gasp.

“Sorry… sorry…” Graham whispered, his shoulders raised a bit in a poor attempt to hide himself.

“Yes. Two hours.” Number One, once more, hissed. “You act like you’ve never attended a service before.”

“Because I haven’t.”

“Your bloody coronation, unless we forgot that?”

“I blacked out, remember? Kyle and Larry put an ice cold rag under my regal cloak before I had to walk the aisle and you threatened to beat them both with their own helmet.”

Number One paused, his eyes staring to the side before his gaze softened in recollection and giving a small side-to-side head shake. “That does ring a bell.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t remember that.” Graham chuckled. “Number Two offered you a cold rag too and you just gave him probably the coldest stare known to man. Heck, I’d argue it was colder than the rag itself.”

“You remember that but not your coronation?”

Graham shrugged.

“Well, in my defense, I also blacked out.” 

“Really?”

“You utter this to Number Two and that helmet threat will come to fruition."

Graham gestured to his mouth as though he locked it before looking down, the service going off without a hitch and everyone quietly praying. So focused on their own small world… all asking for something, whether below their breaths or in their hearts.

And undoubtedly, they were probably wishing for safety for their new king, as Bramble once told Graham on that stressful coronation day.

He looked at Number One, not seeing his lips move, but just enough of his mustache to bristle ever so slightly. Patiently, he waited for Number One to sigh and sit back just a little. 

“Do you attend early morning services, Number One?” Graham asked. “I never pictured you as someone who is… well…”

“Faithful?” Number One finished the sentence.

“Yeah.”

“I’m not.”

At that, Graham looked dumbfounded. 

“And clearly you’re not either if you’re sighing this much.” Number One pointed out, side-eyeing the king.

“Ah, yeah. Guilty.” He scratched his cheek. “Always been someone that knows there’s something bigger than me, but to do this? Service every morning?”

“Not your cup of tea?”

“Nope.”

“Heh, likewise, Pockets.” He shifted a little in his seat before he continued, knowing that bewildered expression. “I don’t know what it is out there, if it’s a deity or something else entirely… and frankly I’d rather rely on what I do know and what I can do. But a prayer or two doesn’t hurt. Especially since I feel like I will need all the prayers known to man while under your reign.”

“I’m not that terrible of a king.” Graham scoffed… then paused. “A-am I?”

“Let’s just say, I never knew of a monarch who got crowned due to a tournament, has little training, and then proceeds to get kidnapped by goblins and had to rescue not only himself, but citizens and guards as well.” Number On scoffed himself. “But clearly someone or something is watching over you and giving you this immense shield. And if my way of communicating with it is through prayers, then so be it.”

“You’re going to wake up every morning at this ungodly hour of a time to pray to some unknown figure to protect me?” Graham said.

“Attend service? Absolutely not. However, I already do wake up every morning at this ‘ungodly hour of a time’, Pockets.” 

“Ew, why are you punishing yourself?”

“Number Two asked the same thing.” Number One sighed deeply. “And just like I told him, because it’s my job to make sure you two chuckle heads, as well as the rest of the castle, is up.”

“You can make it Number Two’s problem.” Graham grinned a little.

“I could, but I won’t.”

“Why?”

“Because that slippery eel of a man made me sleep till nine.” Number One grumbled in recollection. “Three times.”

Graham placed a hand on his mouth, suppressing the giggle at the visual of the ever grinning Number Two with the ever fuming Number One. He cleared his throat when he felt once more the icy stare of the captain and readjusted himself, staring yet again at the praying masses. He leaned his arms on the balcony, staring down at the people below…

He should offer a prayer too, he thought.

But prayers felt heavy… too heavy. Almost as heavy as the crown itself. 

Graham adjusted his feather cap, his fingers rubbing gently the pointy brim, feeling the soft yet sturdy fabric of it. He made so many wishes with that hat… for a safe journey, a successful quest, an overwhelmingly grand adventure…

“Pockets, I swear to the heavens if you don’t sit up right this instant…!” Number One threatened.

“Prayers and wishes were sort of the same thing… right?” Graham whispered.

“Wh– I… I suppose, in a way. Yes.” The captain tilted his head a little. “Why?”

“I’d like to make a wish for them.” Graham continued to look at the people, looking how each one was approaching the service differently. Some enamoured, some nodding and shaking… some were bored out of their mind and even some were sleeping. 

The crown was heavy, the responsibility was crushing… but seeing the people? It was a nice reminder of why he cares so much. Of who he was protecting. 

He smiled.

He wasn’t going to just wish or pray, but he was going to protect them all as best as he could as long and even after he wore that feathered cap. 

“Looks to me you had a grand wish, sire.” Number One said softly.

“I did.” He leaned back in his seat, stretching his back and feeling it pop just a little. “How much longer, by the way?”

“Still two hours.”

“STILL TWO HOURS?!”

The entire room, from the attendees to the one leading the sermon, all stared upwards at the ever embarrassed Graham and Number One, who quickly slapped his forehead while the king sheepishly waved to everyone.

Neither of them were coming back for a very, very, veeeeeeeeeeeery long time.

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Stream is done for the night!

We made it to the Gestral village, met Golgra, the village chef, fought a bunch of legendary fighters, reunited with another member of the expedition, Maelle is MVP... but has a lot of nightmare of the white haired man, met Esquie and Francois and now we're at another location to help find Esquie's rock.

Thanks to everyone who dropped by, I'll pick things up again on Friday 8:30pm EST.

Until then, see ya!

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Mickey Plays Expedition 33

We continue our journey to the Gestral Village after having been reunited with Maelle. Noco is being adorable as always, as is Lune, Maelle is vibing at the journey, and Gustave is a worried old man.

Come on in!

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Prepping the various pages rough so getting to it won't be a frantic sketch fest like it has been for the last few months. Took a gander at the beat sheet to see how far along I am with 3ADV.

The absolute joy I felt when I saw that I finally made it to a little bit past the halfway mark was ginormous.

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Unless something comes up, friendly reminder that tonight at 8:30pm EST I'm going to be streaming Expedition 33.

See ya'll then!

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Lil' Link and Zelda

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What will you paint?

Silly bonus drawing XD

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recently, my friends were like, we're going away for a week, please feed our cat and PLAY CLAIR OBSCUR EXPEDITION 33 THIS GAME IS AMAZING and I was like ok, ok just calm down..

so here i am now, a week later, crying over soundtracks, truly a masterpiece

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HEY WRITER 🫵

Open up a random writing project you have in the works and add one word

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"Monoco, we have to cook."

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scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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This was as much an excuse to vent about the Gestral Beaches as it was to draw Esquie building a sand castle. XD