#clastro

[zexal-club]

F it

Loser, Baby is their song

[ady-erson]

Uh... Okay? Next level:

O MY LEVIATHAN! BI**H?? WE HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE FINAL FIFTH LEVEL!!!

Guess we can't go further or otherwise he'll probably get a heart attack (⁠ー⁠_⁠ー⁠゛⁠)

[localcryptid3]

6.21 Favorite Ship / Birds of a Feather

Look who managed to come up with a title for once! I was really struggling between doing something w/ polyknights but then I saw this post from @rashobeast and got inspired by their idea of Jestro having a crow crest!

Crows are interesting creatures. They were common in Dnulib, and some of the orphans liked to chase them or throw stones at them to watch them soar up in a mass of black feathers, but Jestro always found them fascinating. They were clever. He'd watched more than once as they'd puzzled their way into the baker's trash to steal bits of stale bread. When Jestro began to do the same and leave breadcrumbs out on the windowsill, he'd learned that they had favorites as well. And that very little stayed secret within their little families. At first, it was just that the crows seemed to flock near him, even when he had nothing to give. And then it was pebbles and odd bits of shiny junk left in trade for the bread.

They also remembered those who wronged them, which was something Jestro found out after he saw one snatch a snack out of one of the kids hands. Revenge for the stones or chasing, most likely.

But Jestro didn't take that into account when in class, years later, he just blurted the bird as his 'family' crest.

Clay had choosen a falcon. A symbol of victory, success, ambition, and bravery. Everything that characterized Clay. Merlok had recommended it and when Jestro decided to actually check what their crests meant, he couldn't think of a more heroic crest for Clay. It was perfect.

His had been much, much less hopeful. As he researched in the library late one afternoon while everyone else was out, he quickly discovered that he probably couldn't have picked a grimer creature. The birds he'd once taken comfort in stood for death, transformation, and, almost ironically, self worth. The universe seemed to be laughing at him once again.

Maybe it was lucky he'd never graduated. That he'd dropped out before he ever had to imagine what a crow would look like on Knightonian armor or a sheild. Failed one too many training classes to be allowed to continue and his sholarship wouldn't cover retaking a year, and, secertly, neither would his pride. Not if he had to look Clay in the eye and explain why he'd be held back. That he couldn't lift a sword or run as fast as the other students and how the complexities of the Knight's Code eluded him almost as much as the verbs they were supposed to congergate in french did. What hurt the most about it was the fact that he'd understand. That he'd offer to forgo his own afternoons trying to help Jestro, when everyone but Clay seemed to see that he was a lost cause.

And Jestro knew, deep down, that if Clay smiled at him and offered, he'd selfishly accept.

He'd tried to rationalize it as Clay being his best (only) friend. That he was just homesick for Dnuilb and wanted something familar. But years had come and gone and he was still trailing after Clay like a lost puppy. Something familar and kind and warm.

Now he wouldn't have it.

"You'll be a great jester," Clay soothed him later that day, the sun setting over the training feild as they sat under the tree Jestro had hidden under more then once. He smiled at him like he meant it, the orange-gold sunlight falling across his face easily.

"I guess," Jestro replies, glancing away out at the feild and the school rising high above it, casting long shadows over the training grounds. "I mean, I wish I could stay but I know you'll be the greatest knight," he adds, quickly changing the topic as he risks a glance back at him. He could see it now. Clay, in shiny, perfect armor embossed with the dark blue of his crest, lifting his massive sword with ease. The perfect knight.

"And I'll come to all your shows," Clay promises, reaching out to give his hand a light squeeze, breaking the illusion at the touch of his calloused hand to Jestro's.

He had to look away, had to hide his face from his friend, his only friend, the only person in the world who cared for him in any capacity, because in that moment he wasn't thinking like a friend should.

I initally wrote this with Clay having a hawk crest until someone reminded me it was a falcon so yeah

I also kind of want to continue this with more 'crow vibes' for Jestro with him in evil mode and then redeemed

squak🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

[eva-artist-face]

Claytro please 🥺

Okay! 😁

But shh 🤫 don't wake them up 🤭

[ady-erson]

Welp, it's been 24 hours and I didn't get a request. I got bored so here you go

Swapped AU with Clay and Jestro!

[ady-erson]

Hello! Could you do C2 as s3-4 Jestro and Stone Clay?

HOLY F@CK! YES! JUST GIVE ME A SEC TO DRESS UP!

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Okay, I'm ready 👌

Uhm

Totally ship them 👍