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stellarwaffles · 3 months
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Clay x the other knights more like Clay x sleep
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xzbat-loverzx · 5 months
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@book-of-arts04
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knightly-bastard · 1 year
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Happy Valentines Day!! ...wait...I missed it by 4 days?...Oh dear- anyway, enjoy the late ship art through my aus! Swap:
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Dark Heart of Knighton: (disclaimer, there is not gonna be actual shipping in the story itself, however that doesn't mean I wont draw ship art with it regardless)
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Negative au (personalities completely inversed)
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(yes that is a draw your squad meme) And Classic with some Blue archer cause damn it I fell into the shipper hole
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As you can see i’m a huge multishipper.
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jesterhasmoved · 1 year
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Clacy art!
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Hello Nexo Knights Fandom did you miss me?
Decided to draw some art of my favourite of all favourite ships. They're so cute! So much better that Clestro or what ever its called. Anyways. Enjoy! I shall now vanish once again. OOoOOOOooOOO
Claytro fans L
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creatorworldau · 2 years
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Скетч редрава Кади
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Даже по скетчу видно прогресс (как по мне)
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clacy2812 · 22 days
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Its been officially a MONTH since my main discord account got hacked. Im redoing the ticket the third time. I think it is time to krill myself
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random-brushstrokes · 2 months
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Ellen Louise Clacy - Reading (1883)
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jaypilled · 5 months
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christmas nk headcanon ive had for a while: during the knight's academy years, clay (and at first, jestro) would spend christmas holidays with macy's family because not only are they Orphans but also homeless as hell
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huariqueje · 2 years
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Ellen Clacy Snr. Reading  -   Ellen Louise Clacy , 1883 
British, 1853 - 1916
Watercolour ,  21 x 24 cm.    81 ⁄4 x 91 ⁄2 in.
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The only character i haven't considered shipping with clay is axl and maybe i should
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pink-gladioli · 1 year
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more fanfic crap
note this isn't directly related to my macy middle school au (i mean it takes place in the same world but like its not in the story, ya know what i mean), don't worry im still working on that. this takes place in macys 4th year at the academy, meaing shes 16. you can read this as clacy or not I don't really care. so lets a start this cringe fest!!
St Valentine Days, it wasn’t one of Macy’s favorites holidays. She didn’t hate it, the idea of having a day decimated to love was sweet but, it’s just it could get annoying at times. Every year without fail she would show up to her classes with a mountain of ‘love letters, confessions, or gifts’ from people she barely knew. She wasn’t stupid, she knew a bit under half of the people that gave these um ‘items of affection’ were just hoping to get in a relationship with her for political, economic, or social benefit it would bring their family. But the fact that some of people had the nerve to get mad at her for not choosing their specific ‘love confession’ out of the other 20 she got that morning made her furious. Most of these ‘confessions’ felt like the same copy and pasted letter with a few words moved around the same way they would do for their assignments that way they wouldn’t get flagged for plagiarism. And while she found these letters sweet the first year, she didn’t feel same three years later.
Maybe she would care more if they said something about her as a person, but none of them ever did. She they would say how she was so intelligent, hardworking, kind, and so on but everyone knew that because that how she acted around her peers. Not a single letter, gift, or confession in her four years of attending the Knights Academy ever seemed like the giver felt anything more than simple crush. She got flowers, chocolates, even a power mace once (she made sure to thank the boy who gave her that) but she never got something she truly wanted. Oh how she longed for someone to get her a Ned Knightly comic or a digital copy of “All is Well on the Southern Front,” something personal. But of course, no one looking from an outsider’s point of view would know that and it didn’t help that she was distant with almost everyone in the academy so of course they would get her something vague. She never let anyone too close so how would anyone know her?
Well almost everyone.
She had a small group of friends that she could say knew her. Aaron, Axl, Clay, Lance, and Jestro were her only real friends that she made during her four years at the Knights Academy so whenever St Valentines Day would come around the corner, she would just share her gifts with them.
She thought this year would be no different.
As she walked into her homeroom, she saw a pile of chocolates and cards piled on top of her desk, ‘Great’ she thought ‘More people I need to reject this year, that pile is at least smaller than lasts class so it shouldn’t take too long.’ As she sat down, she opened each card to read them taking note of the people she would have to reject. As she’s reading her fourth cad, she hears a familiar voice.
“Good morning Macy I hope you aren’t planning on eating all of those chocolates, I wouldn’t want you to loose all of your teeth before lunch” Clay jokingly said taking a seat next to her.
“Haha very funny Clay” Macy replies in a sarcastic tone despite the clear smile on her face
“Oh by the way I have a gift for you” Clay says
“Wait what?” Macy said, while she had gotten gifts from Clay before they were never given on Valentine's Day.
As she looked up from her card, she saw Clay reaching into his bag to pull something out. He then turned to face her with a wrapped box in hand.
“What’s in it?” She asks
“I don’t think supposed to tell you.” He replied. Macy just stared at him for a second trying to read his face but all she saw was a face of joy and anticipation. Like he new that she’s going to love whatever was inside that gift. ‘He looks so happy and proud’ she thought.
She reached out and grabbed the gift, it seemed to be inside the box not the box itself. She shook it a bit trying to guess what it was before she opened it. Whatever it was moved around a lot making her it was smaller than the box implied.
‘Maybe a book?’
After a sufficient amount of shaking, she decided to open hoping that her shaking didn’t damage whatever was inside. As she carefully took of the layer of wrapping paper she was met with a plain box.
“Why couldn’t you just wrap the item itself?” Macy asked, faking annoyance
“Wait I’m just supposed to wrap the item?” Clay asked looking a bit distressed at his assumed mistake.
“Relax I’m just messing with you, the fact you got anything is all that matters.” Macy said hoping to clam Clays rising anxiety levels. It seemingly worked as his faced lost its look of fear it had just a few seconds ago.
As Macy turned back to the box in her hand, she flipped it around looking for an opening. She found a piece of tape that seemed to be keeping the box closed so she reached for a pen and stabbed the tape making a small hole she could use to open the box. Clay looked on with a slightly concerned face and said,
“You know you could have used a pair of scissors, right?”
“Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?”
When Macy was finally able to open the box she took its contents, a book titled “Ned Knightly Issue 12” but she could easily tell it was much more than that. She quickly turned it to the back looking for the publishment date and there it said June 25, 2002. This was a first edition copy of Issue 12 from over a thousand years ago, how the hell did Clay afford this? This was a collector’s item valued at thousands of times its original price, and Clay wasn’t even an active fan of the Ned Knightly series so how did he even find this? Her own father didn’t even own that issue.
“H-how did you get this?” Macy asked barely being able to get the words out.
“Oh well I was shopping to get you a Valentine's Day gift to show how much I valued our friendship when I passed by the pawn shop and decided to see if there was anything in there you’d like when I saw that comic. I thought that you may like it since it seemed like one of the older issues, sorry if it’s worthless you know I don’t know much about these comics.” Clay said scratching the back of his neck seemingly out of embarrassment.
Macy was shocked, he had gotten her a priceless comic on accident for Valentines Day. She didn’t know what to say so she just hugged him, after carefully putting down the comic of course.
“Ah- I’m assuming you liked it?” Clay said with smile Macy couldn’t see.
“Thank you so much Clay, you have no idea how much this means to me. Even if it was worthless the fact you got something more than just some stupid chocolates means everything to me, thank you so much” Macy could feel herself about to start crying. She was so lucky she thought, to have someone that cared and knew her so well by her side. She silently promised herself to somehow repay him for everything he’s done for her. He was truly the best friend she could ever ask for.
“Wait so it’s not worthless?”
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stellarwaffles · 9 months
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Could you please draw Clay and Macy together?
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They’re going on a library date
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myebix · 2 years
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fuck you
*animes your turtle*
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knightly-bastard · 1 year
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“ClAcY iS bEtTeR” 
“cLaYsTrO iS sUpErIoR”
no-
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Clay x San is the superior ship, all of ya’ll are losers/j 
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darkredmage · 1 year
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can anyone ask me anything, or send me something to draw. im bored :pensive:
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nikolasongsa · 2 years
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CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW - A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him, just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy, of The Overflow" and an answer came directed in a writing unexpected, 
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'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:   "Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy   Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the western drovers go;
 As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,  for the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him  
 In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars, and he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,          And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy  ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,          And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city   Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle   Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street, and the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting, comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me 
  As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste, with their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy, For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.
And I somehow fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,   Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go, while he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -   But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".
The Bulletin, 21 December 1889.
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