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410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· 22d

cuddles with baby grandpa

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 26

dreaming

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 26

deepest bliss

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 26

bliss

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 26

squiggle got a video that really shows just how huge she is

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 22

she is such a good girl and we're excited to see her start to thrive. she's quarantined in the bathroom right now and she's gotten into the tub a few times. getting her out is a bit of a struggle haha

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 22

she is just the sweetest girl. she starts purring and kneading if you just talk softly to her without even touching, but she loooooves pets and brushies. look at her making biscuits on the wall of her crate. goofy girl

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Jun 3

me too, little guy

Young Anakin Skywalker figurine making a 😟 face.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· May 6

raw vs curved/sanded edges on my hand armor pieces

Piece of cosplay armor made from Worbla thermoplastic. It has another layer of Worbla lining the very edges.

Another piece, showing the same edge trim has been beveled and sanded to look less stark and artificial.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· May 3

magic corn chips

Clive Rosfield knuckle armor piece made from Worbla

Clive Rosfield knuckle armor piece made from Worbla, being worn over somebody's knuckle to show the fitting.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· May 1

oatmeal armor

Photo of a hand holding WIP Clive Rosfield cosplay greaves made of Worbla.

Photo of a plastic container holding many pieces of Clive Rosfield gauntlet armor made of Worbla.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 30

barely not holding hands lmao squiggle and i both thought they were at first

Official Pokémon Masters EX art of Kieran and Drayton. They aren't holding hands, but they should be.

Zoom-in shot of their hands, which are barely not holding each other.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 28

currently in the process of remaking portions of my clive armor using magic oatmeal in place of foam my original hand pieces were too flimsy and my greaves were too thick. this will solve both problems

Photo showing a comparison between an armor piece made from painted EVA foam and the same piece made from Worbla thermoplastic. The Worbla piece is larger in size and is not yet sanded or gap-filled.

Photo of the Worbla armor piece placed on top of a hand to show how it fits over the knuckles.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 27

frosted this sucker the best i could but of course we bought whipped icing for this so it was insanely difficult to spread lmao anyway she's still tasty and no one can take that from her

Aerial photo of the cake with a haphazard slapping of white whipped icing all over it.

Taken from the side, showing parts that have no frosting cover.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 27

i forgot to frost the bottom cake before stacking the top one on top of it so there's also that fun little quirk. no middle stripe to be seen. just solid cake

Slice of cake showing the lack of a middle frosting layer.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 27

i was doing laundry and my partner came out to assist me in the laundry room and accidentally left the kitchen open. koana jumped up and ate a bunch of one of the cake halves we had cooling on the counter, so i had to cut that part away, leaving us with...this.

Two cake halves stacked on top of each other, but the top half is missing large wedges that have been sliced away.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 27

this is betty white, our sunday crashout cake

Photo taken from above of a layer cake covered in haphazard vanilla frosting and sprinkles. A large portion of the cake's top layer is mysteriously missing but still covered over in frosting.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 26

pretty happy with today's look in general tho

Mirror selfie of a man in his 30s with brown, wavy, medium-length hair, glasses, and a short-shorn beard. He is wearing elaborate dangle earrings, a necklace with two rings, blue jeans, a gray sweater, and a faded black denim jacket. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He is wearing an athletic splint on his left hand and several bracelets on his right.

Another angle of the same person, taken in front of a different mirror.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 26

proud of how this one came out tbh

Photo of an elaborate earring being worn. There is an ear cuff connected to a fish hook dangle earring by small chains in gunmetal black. Many resin flowers in a gradient black to white hang from both the cuff and the fish hook. There are also silver charms shaped like a moon and star.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 25

give street cats a chance man, you will NOT regret it

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 11

we'll end up with little chunks of fur on the floor like this, perfectly clipped like they were cut with scissors

Photo of a floor with what look to be small cuts of white cat fur on it.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 11

happy kitty

Photo of a domestic cat curled up very tightly in a human's lap. His ears are completely relaxed and his nose is tucked in against the person's forearm, which is cradling him like a baby.

Photo from another angle of the cat curled up on the person's lap.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 11

POV you are loved more than food

Photo of a large pet cat curled up on the lap and against the arm off a human wearing a cat-patterned blanket hoodie and a hand splint. It is taken from the human's perspective, looking down.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 9

ayyy we hit 200 kudos :D

Fic stats on AO3 showing 130,648 words, 9/17 chapters, 101 comments, 200 kudos, 42 bookmarks, and 4,224 hits

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Apr 8

just some little snippets from chapter 7 of #tbhbom, as a fun little sample of what it contains within its 39,000-word depths. :) not to toot our own horns or anything, but i'm pretty proud of our writing in this. #verstave

He led the way deeper into the thicket, clearing out overgrown leaves and fallen branches. The little path was just as Verso remembered it: quiet and peaceful, the criss-crossing shrubbery around and above them forming a tunnel that kept them low. Little flowers dotted the spaces between the leaves. Steadily, the further they went, the greenery started to shift to blue.

"Here we are," Verso piped up as he emerged into a proper clearing, Gustave rising behind him and dusting off his trousers. They were still in the trees, far from the main path, but there was a trail for them to follow among the trunks, on the other side.

But the clearing itself was worth the effort. The canopy of branches above them weaved into a dome that wholly blotted out the daylight, but its luminous leaves lit the area well enough to see with perfect clarity. Little white birds with a glow of their own hopped between the twisted trees, warbling and trilling their lovely tunes. The ground beneath was blanketed over with fragrant moss and veined with gnarly roots, between whose lengths bloomed tiny flowers, their nectar airy and sweet.

Verso turned to Gustave with a small smile, his arms outstretched, brows lifted expectantly.

But Gustave's attention wasn't directed at their surroundings, but at Verso, and his mouth was agape, his eyes wide with wonder. Verso had to wonder just what he must have looked like at that moment to draw Gustave's attention away from the splendor that surrounded them. "It's beautiful," he said. "I-I mean, it was beautiful before, when I saw it the first time, but... This particular view is something really special."

Verso couldn't quite contain the amusement in his voice. "The view of me, or the view of the clearing?"

Gustave snorted, his cheeks flushing purple. "All of it, really."

As [Verso] moved to retrieve the curtain rack and shower head from storage, Gustave walked over to the bathtub, curiously investigating its faucet system. "Should be just enough room in here for the two of us," he observed. "But is it properly connected to the plumbing system? I don't see any pipes."

"I'm sure whatever version of this room exists in the outside world has proper plumbing," Verso answered, "but a Painted world doesn't have to follow logic. Go ahead and give that faucet a turn."

Gustave leaned back in surprise as the water began to flow forth from seemingly nowhere, and Verso had to stifle a laugh as he approached him, goods in hand. "I'll get this set up for you and I'll go and grab us some towels. You can set whatever temperature you like."

"Everything I know about physics is a lie," Gustave stated blankly as he killed the water and leaned back to let Verso work.

"Well, not exactly. You're not a Painter. You can't break reality." Verso screwed the shower attachment onto the faucet and set the head of it aside for the time being as he moved to position the curtain. "For what it's worth, I can't, either. Not the way Maelle and her family can. They can set the rules, but we have to operate within them."

"What if she changed the rules?" Gustave's eyes were bright as he watched Verso's busy hands.

"I don't think she can. I think the rules were set when this world first came to be."

"And one of those rules was that Maelle is allowed to break them," Gustave pointed out.

Verso paused, unsure how to respond. Before he could come up with anything to say, though, Gustave was laughing it off with a dismissive wave of his hands. "Sorry," he said. "We'll talk about it later."

*Maybe after I've had something to drink,* Verso thought as he clipped the shower head into place.

"It wasn't so bad at all," Verso murmured, "in those moments when it felt like you were truly mine." He muffled Gustave's gasps into kisses, keeping his lips and tongue busy. It was overwhelming him, making his fingers falter, but Verso didn't mind. He knew how much Gustave liked those kisses, and he wanted to indulge him.

And Gustave, for his part, was kissing him back with just as much insistence. Verso had to stifle a gasp of his own as Gustave caught his lip between his teeth—and then a moan, when Gustave gave his nipples a *twist*.

"I want to make that house our home," Gustave husked, nearly breathless. "I want to be Belle's second father."

Verso couldn't help a little grin as he pulled back a bit, giving them both the opportunity to breathe a little. "You already are," he said.

"She certainly seems to think so." Gustave was smiling so sweetly, his eyes dark and unfocused, lips kissed red and shining. He looked so good like that, but Verso wanted to see more of him. He wanted to see him naked.

Also, they still needed to wash their clothes. Their bodies, too.

"I don't care who does it," the Gestral supplied helpfully, "so long as you make it good."

"Please, allow me." Gustave winked at Verso and took a step forward. "You're always trying to play my knight in shining armour. Let me be yours for a change."

"Oh, this is good already," the Gestral jubilantly proclaimed, hopping athletically between feet and shadowboxing with the air in front of him. "That's right! Defend your brother's honor! Claim your throne!"

*Your brother.* Verso hid a snicker behind his hand.

Gustave, however, didn't seem to notice. That, or he just assumed the Gestral meant brothers in arms. Which was possible, of course. "What, right here and now?" he said, an eyebrow raised, his mouth quirked up at one corner. "In the middle of the market?"

"Right here," the Gestral confirmed. "Right now."

"We're liable to do some damage," Gustave warned.

"Good."

Gustave threw up his arms in defeat. "Well, you asked for it." His gun appeared in his left hand, and gasps of awe erupted from all around them. Verso watched as Gustave's eyes narrowed, as they darted around, searching for any weak points in the wood...

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Mar 28

happy happy happy

Photo of a domestic shorthair cat ecstatically throwing his head back into his human's head as he is stroked on his nose and the corners of his eyes.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Mar 27

in this chapter, gustave and verso take advantage of camera mode to explore dark shores out of bounds. you, too, can accomplish this.

"Well, I'll be damned," Gustave breathed as he looked on in wonder.

It *was* certainly quite the unique sight to see. Beneath the light of the violet aurora and the darkness of the eclipse spanned a vast ruin that was wholly unfamiliar to Verso's eyes. He'd flown above it on Esquie before, even thoroughly explored the corpses of the enormous Nevrons piled high against the topography, but these deeper reaches were different.

There were falling trails of golden chroma drifting down from a series of unusually arranged rocks. Piles of scattered driftwood jutted out from the gravel like splintering bones. Smaller stones floated midair around them, probably left that way after the Fracture. The shells of gutted buildings, like those left behind in Old Lumière, formed secluded grottos between the cloven cliffs, their secrets silently guarded behind collapsing floors and crumbling doorways.

Between all those mismatched landmarks, there were paths to be found. It was merely a matter of mapping them.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Mar 22

people say cats don't cuddle or willingly seek affection this guy will not leave my lap alone and he will bully his way in for cuddles if i'm trying to work on something

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Mar 22

something i really like doing in my writing is throwing in little call-backs like this. these passages are from chapters 2 and 4 of #tbhbom. i hope some of our readers took notice. #verstave

He really did look pitiful like this. Gaunt, frail. Atrophied. Hardly the strong man he might have otherwise remained, if he'd dedicated himself to anything other than dying again and again. Not that Gustave had any suggestions as to how else he might spend his time, when he still knew so little about him.

Or did he?

Verso was immortal. Verso was a liar. Verso was a swordsman, a dual-wielder. Verso was a musician. Verso was an artist. Verso liked dogs, and swimming, and the smell of fresh bread. Verso loved his sister. Verso bore many regrets, and many more secrets. Verso was kind, and cruel, and callous, and sweet, and so very handsome and charming.

But all of that knowledge was secondhand. Gustave had never been given the chance to interact with the man himself. He'd only ever heard stories, and not all of those stories were necessarily true. It left Gustave to only speculate as to the depths of the man's many mysteries.

"But you can," Gustave argued, maybe a bit more passionately than he'd intended. "You can and you have. I-I mean, I know we haven't known each other all that long, but I like you. I... I like you a lot."

And there was plenty to like.

Verso was thoughtful. Verso was empathic. Verso was a brother, a son. Verso was an inventor. Verso was an artist. Verso liked dogs, and slow walks through the city, and the taste of freshly-baked bread. Verso loved his sister. Verso bore many regrets, and many more secrets. Verso was kind, and cruel, and callous, and sweet, and so very handsome and charming.

And Gustave knew all of it, firsthand.

410,757,864,530 DEAD EXPEDITIONERS@alacruxe· Mar 15

lil sneak peek of a scene illustration from the upcoming chapter of tbhbom #verstave