#clay wilson

[nicholasdaily]

*Clay walks up to you. His hat is missing, he's wearing his flannel without his jacket, his boots are replaced by convers, he doesn't have his gunbelt on, his hair is in a low ponytail with some shorter strands loose. He kinda looks like a normal teenager right now* ya want ta head out with me? We could go to that candy store you were talkin' about

For what it was worth, Nicky really did try to get his schoolwork done. Finals were coming up. Due dates were terrifyingly close, carrying a sense of looming dread with it, and he fully planned to get everything finished tonight so he could finally relax.

Two hours into the work, the effort was abandoned.

After all, there’s no better cure for stress than avoiding the work completely, right? Procrastinating would be back for revenge, but until then, he had Minecraft dogs to feed.

Nicky looked up from his phone at the voice. He was so used to Clay’s usual cowboy get-up that he took a second just to process the new clothes before the question actually registered. “Going out? Right now?” A glance at the clock revealed it was nearly midnight. He shrugged. “Alright, why not! Can you, uh, grab my backpack while I find my shoes?”

[clay-wilson]

*Lynn is inside the very far reaches of Clays mind. Lynn seems to have made a library of sorts, books of memories line the shelves, and seem to go up until they reach the ceiling. Lynn is walking around on one of the many red curtains zigzagging across the walls and ceiling, like a spider web, checking to see if everything is in the right spot on the shelves. They are carrying a ball of light, and it seems to glow brighter when Lynn stops to pat it affectionately.*

*the ball of light suddenly grows dimmer then usual, it then returns to normal, it flickers again after a few minutes*

[princess-bahiti]

*Clay nervously and shyly walks into your exhibit* howdy, bahiti, I was wonderin' if ya could help me with somethin'? *he nervously and shyly looks down so his hat is covering his face. He starts picking at a loose string on his sleeve*

*Bahiti slowly looks up from what she’s doing* and what is that?

[deamon-noctis]

This is funny to me for no reason (time-lapse under cut) @carboniml @nekmunnit @ptrolley

[the-coolest-pharaoh]

*Clay walks into Ahk's exhibit with a pained expression on his face*

“Clay? My friend, are you alright?” Ahk comes to Clay’s side with a worried look on his face.

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

Thank you.

I have a LOT a NATM OCs, I'm going to start with my favorite, Clay Wilson Smith, he's a 18 year old cowboy bandit and outlaw from Texas, and Jed's younger brother. He has scars on his face from a bear attack that happened when he was 9

This is art I did of Clay (top left) and Nicky (bottom right) in my art style. Clay has heterochromia, his left eye is honey brown, and his right eye is blue like crystals, but it's clouded over because of the bear scaring him, he has a trepidation of bears. He started his bandit career at the age of 13 and ended it at the age of 16. His hair used to be really long

Like this concept I did for ghost Clay. He was hanged for a crime he didn't commit in 1821, he was born August 18th 1803, he died at the age of 18 because he was framed for killing three farmhands. He was severally mistreated by the bandit leader, he was forced to kill innocent men wemon and children (CANNIBALISM WARNING) he was forced to eat human flesh to survive (CANNIBALISM IS OVER) Cole Grizzlie (who is the bandit leader) starved Clay and the other bandits for either disobedience or because he was a asshole, he branded Clay so he is forever reminded of what he did as a bandit, the brand is why Clay always wears gloves, the brand is on his left hand. Clay has ten wolves that are in his exhibit with him. He knows Navajo from when he was alive. He loved to explore with Jedediah. Clay was born and raised in Texas, he spent pretty much his whole life in Texas. Clay sees Nicky as a sibling. Clay is bie. He's 6'2. He has sand blonde hair. He LOVES candy, he eats gummy worms instead of gummy bears (for obvious reasons)

DUDE! HES AWESOME!

I love your OC sm 🥰

[miss-smith]

Hi Miss Smith! What was it like raising Clay and Jesse?

*she thinks for a moment, digging up the memories of when they were younger* well, Clay, my sweet boy, was always climbing stuff, just being overall energetic. Jesse, he was always exploring the forest, always came home with scraps bruises an bloody noses. Clay was always the most energetic out of the two *She chuckles lightly* he always had twigs an leaves in his hair. So to answer yer question, it was chaotic, but I enjoyed it *she gives you a smile* I always love talkin' about my children, thank you anon

[hjbirthdaywishes]

November 18, 2024

Happy 62 Birthday to Tim Guinee.

[mysterycitrus]

thanks for the requests!!

[mizumews]

requests from twitter!

[clay-wilson]

*the kid looks up, Its Clay, he looks like a deer in headlights* I'm sorry I snuck out, I just wanted to feel the rain again *Clay looks back down* I'm sorry, please don't be mad. When I tried to get back in the doors were locked, I couldn't even find a window i could open and climb through. I'm sorry I snuck out *Clay looks small and nothing like the confident cowboy he usually is, he's just a kid who died young, he's still got the childish curiosity and wonder to prove it, he's only eighteen, he didn't deserve the hand life delt him. He's shivering, he pulls his knees up to his chest, making him look smaller*

*there's a teenager sitting outside the museum doors, soaking wet from the heavy rain pouring outside, they're just sitting there with a pack of gummy worms, they're eating the gummy worms. They're hood is up, but you can just barley see shoulder length blonde hair, they're wearing a Texas hoodie, black and white convers and jeans, definitely not proper clothes for this cold and rainy weather*

*Larry opened the door, looking a tad confused. What was this kid doing out here??? It was raining!*

Hey kid! You alright?

[nicholasdaily]

*from the deep slumber Nicky was in he suddenly hears the loud ringing of his alarm clock next to his ear, then when he goes to shut the damned thing up it suddenly moves to the other side of his room, when he looks there's a slightly see-through Clay leaning against his desk, his dull honey brown and clouded blue over eyes look almost dead as they stare at Nicky in triumph, his hair is short, he has a slightly red stain on his right side and what looks like blood-red streak stains coming from his mouth, he holds the alarm clock as it continues to ring. Then Clay says with a smirk* I like yer room

Between jolting awake to insistent ringing and spotting the man in the corner, painted vaguely in street lamps and moonlight that filtered into his room through open curtains, Nicky was surprised that the most reaction he could muster was a whispered, “what the hell?” In his defense, though, he was busy trying to distinguish whether his dream-turned-nightmare had followed him into reality when the man finally spoke.

He recognized that voice. “Clay?” Nicky worked up the courage to fumble for his lamp switch. Light abruptly filled through room. Sure enough, there was Clay, standing in his bedroom in the dead of night. “Wha–“ It came out in a croak. He cleared his throat. “What’re you doing in my room? What time is it?” Through squinted, half lidded eyes, Nicky’s gaze slid down to Clay’s side, settling on the red stain. That woke him up a bit more. “Are you alright?”

[clay-wilson]

@biaankhi

*Clay walks into the Egyptian exhibit and starts looking at the carvings and artifacts with curiosity. His spurs and boots clicking kinda loudly as he explores the exhibit*

[princess-bahiti]

*Clay appears to be avoiding you, evertime you would enter a room he was in he'd leave without saying a word to you. Thats unusual for Clay, usually he'd great everyone and wouldn't leave the room when someone enters. He's never done this before*

Clay? Are you alright?

[deamon-noctis]

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY CLAY!

Thank you @carboniml for Clay's face scars designs (the ones on his right eye)

The template is not mine, all credit for it goes to the original owner. Clay is my OC

@toffyrats @ptrolley @nekmunnit

[the-coolest-pharaoh]

*Clay walks into your exhibit* hey Ahk I got a question fer ya, if you don' mind answering

Of course, what is it, my friend?