#Cloan

[beefbbastard]

Poly-ship fanart of Cleo, Abe, and Joan? Tag it Clarcoln, plz.

Gf attack

[jazminelovesss]

clone high yori..😢😢💔

🤫🤫🤫 Kahlopatra never happened

[golldenvallion]

Confort ship

guess whose jacket that is. hint their name starts with "j", ends with "c", and has an "oan of ar" in the middle

[clonehigh-takes]

not a take but a question, what’s your favorite clone high ship? like if every other couple in the show broke up so these two could get together it would be worth it for you 💗

really had to think about this but im gonna be as honest as i possibly can..

jfk x confucius x topher.. no abe included, just. yeah

honorable mentions

[oddmediaforall101]

I feel like they’d either get along or get into a huge argument

[anup07]

Perfect duplication: Cloning details to enhance the train image seamlessly!

[sinfulpetgirlrd]

Fandom: The Witcher

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Expect everything to be way out in left field, then take that expectation and throw it in a river. Remember, this is the witcher universe. It’s a cruel and violent world. Gore/sexual situations(con or not) will be described, strong/offensive language will be used. People will emotionally break and have their ability to “live on” tested (some might fail). What happens really just depends.

Chapters: 7/?

Blood. So much blood. So thick, so decadent, so sweet and sour.

When Regis woke, he didn’t know which way was up or which way was down he didn’t need to know, he didn’t even need to know how long he was out. All he needed to know was why he was in so much pain and why he was surrounded by a writhing sea of crimson.

Panic, pain, hunger… Oooh, he was sooo hungry.

A screech rips from his throat as the cage creaked and swayed from Emiel’s furious thrashing. Out! He needed— wanted out. He hurt. Everything hurt— it hurt so much. A drop— a desperate little deplorable drop—that’s all Regis needed. It would make all the pain go away. It would right his mind so he could get free.

Please, please let me out. Let me have a drop! The last few shreds of his rational mind begged as he threw his weight against the magically imbued bars that encased him.

The vampire simply couldn’t take it anymore! Every fiber of his body was alight with white hot agony, every sinew wishing it could run, wishing it was free… Wishing it could feed.

Read the full chapter on AO3(be sure to read the tags and chapter notes. Your only warning lol)  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45835249/chapters/118032664

[best-birdie-bracket]

First rooster post!

He’s got heart shapes on his chest, is camera shy, is wanted in 37 countries on counts of treason, and is the son of my beloved rooster Joan!

Introducing…

Cloane!!!

Name is Clone and Joan together

[boneyspades]

another au SASI au idea but like C!Thomas and C!Joan (yes we bringing Joan up in here we love them) are like scientists (more specifically Joan is the scientist and Thomas is the concentual lab rat) and Joan experiments by making 6 clones of Thomas (with consent ofc) just to see if cloaning is possible, doing/adding something a little different to each specimen for scientific experimentation. they do end up growing 6 different Thomas's but they all just end up breaking themselves free from their big ol containers with the science juice (y'all know what I'm on about) and they all come out different from eachother (mostly personality wise and I guess some of them appearance wise (specifically Janus)) and Joan and Thomas just babysit Thomas clones who have no idea what anything is

(totally didn't get this idea from after watching Sonic 3 which was fuckin phenomenal btw)

[captainjimothycarter]

Au where Clint is deaged or cloaned and Bucky has to deal with a deaged Clint (who has just his memories up until that age) and while Clint was never too open about the horrors of his childhood unless he was particularly vulnerable (via poisoned thanks Natasha), Bucky gets to learn why Clint ticks the way he does and most of their past arguments sooner make sense for him.

No one talks about how for 76 hours, Bucky was forced to make 22 grilled cheeses. All that Clint ate. Without the crust. Of course.

[beefbbastard]

Cloan is my second fav

[jazminelovesss]

You cannot convince me that they don't ATLEAST like each other, Look at the way joan looks at cleo, I CAN GO ON ABOUT HOW CLOAN SHOULD'VE BEEN CANON.

Like, dont get me wrong, khalopatra is cute and everything but it was just so rushed. In my personal opinion, Cloan had potential to be canon , since they had more interactions with each other (in s1) than cleo interacting with frida.LIKE URGRHHRH 🤬 i shall make a oneshot or whatever they call on it tumblr abotut these two..trust and believe..

[scotianostra]

Scottish novelist and poet Naomi Mitchison was born in Edinburgh on November 1st in 1897.

Best known as a novelist and social commentator, but Naomi Mitchison also wrote and published poetry, much of which is rooted in her Scottish background.

Born to Louisa Kathleen Trotter and John Scott Haldane, a distinguished scientist based in Oxford, where Naomi Haldane grew up. The Scottish connection remained important throughout her childhood, and she spent many summers at Cloan in Perthshire, the Haldanes’ family home. Although her formal education was limited, she was steeped in an environment of scientific and creative enquiry which influenced her entire life.

Naomi married Dick Mitchison while he was on a short break from the Battlefields of Flanders in 1916, he was later injured in the war and it had a profound effect on the rest of his life and hers.

Both of them passionately wanted the post-war world to be a different and better place and were determined to do something about it, with explosive energy, Mitchison managed to write prolifically and variously; to work in the pioneer days at the North Kensington family planning clinic and for many other good causes. Her husband went into politics and she supported him and his socialist values wholeheartedly. He eventually went to the Lords and Naomi hated being called Lady Mitchison. The Mitchison house at Hammersmith was famous for its parties in happy or anxious times. The guest lists covered a wide spectrum from all walks of life, politicians, writers, lords, unknown proteges, refugees and strange lost foreigners from all over the world.

This generous style of hospitality continued at their Scottish home at Carradale in Argyll. The large house gathered in all kinds of waifs and strays among the famous and unreproached scroungers; and then the Mitchison grandchildren and great-grandchildren joined the mix. Naomi's wartime diary, Among You Taking Notes... , is a vivid description of that period, and of her own pivotal role in it.

She would go on to become a local councillor and member of the Highland Panel, which began the process of Highland regeneration, but in both roles she was frustrated by bureaucracy and apathy, you can imagine The Highlands in the 60's!

Mitchison was able to write anywhere, which helped because - as a compulsive traveller - she could get on with her writing on planes or in trains. She went to the US in the 1930s, because she was worried about tenant farmers rights; to Vienna in 1934 when the Nazi-era storm clouds gathered, and she smuggled letters from endangered people to Switzerland in her knickers. In 1952, she went to Moscow as a member of the Authors' World Peace Appeal. She went regularly to Africa, especially to Botswana, where she was made a sort of tribal mother to the Bakgatla people and helped them practically. Wherever she was in the world, she seemed to have an instinctive understanding of the country and people around her, a remarkable woman.

In later years, she was sometimes anxious and depressed - not for herself, but for the future. She often said that two wars in a lifetime were too many. She was totally opposed to nuclear weaponry and was fearful that science would destroy, rather than enrich, mankind.

In old age, she watched many of her generation die: but with great generosity of spirit she visited and comforted many of them to the end.

Naomi Mitchison spent the last years of her life at Carradale, where she died in January 1999 aged 101.

Kintyre

I wake when the wind changes. Beyond the dark Firth far, Where the waves clap and the tides rustle and the herring are, At the far side of the great Clyde the wind ranges. I wake as it changes.

If snow flew or mist blew East on the hills of Renfrew, Here, Arran sheltered, we might never know, Get no breath of sleet or hard snow, Until across the mountain ranges The wind backs and changes.

Clear starlight as sleep takes me, But a cloud creeps from the side. My dream no more ranges Through a universe at rest, But quick through the window wide, From Atlantic on the west Or from east beyond Clyde, Leaps anxious into my breast. I wake when the wind changes.

[todo-morira]

I remember how much the smash community shit on dark pit when he first debuted and honestly fuck all of them. "WE DONT NEED ANOTHER CLONE" blame Nintendo bro not his whole character. No one even knew him as a character and they fucking MASSACRED him.

Honestly, Nintendo did him a disservice making him a cloan character I agree, especially when in game he has his own fucking staff. Even in the storyline, he continued trying to beat in that him and pit were nothing like each other.

[ibatomiks-drawer]

I forgot about it but here's a reference of one of my Kirby ocs ! I planned to make 3 more soon...

Anyway here's Cloan, the Lamp alive !

It's in black and white, because it is in its default state, but change the environment and soon you'll get Purple and Pale green, Dark blue and pale yellow, and such !