#iclyn

[crystallinegazer]

Iclyn the Ice Skater

[ask-team-geode]

Iclyn, why are you wearing winter clothes everywhere, don't you get hot in some area's (Wouldn't you melt like an ice cube lmao)

"ALSO I'M NOT MADE OF ICE?!?!"

[senig-fandom]

Como aquí va todo lo relacionado al fandom, lo publicare aquí XD

Cualquier cosa que sea mínimamente relacionado a un fandom, de todos modos lo reblogeare en mi otra cuenta XD

Pues si, mi época de pokemon tuvo mucha influencia en mi que me hizo crear mi propia region pokemon. 

Historia algo larga XD

Les presento mas o menos a Pokemon Madera y Metal, en la historia se relacionaba algo a un pokemon que fuera el pasado y el futuro de los humanos, aunque ambos lados del pokemon era el mismo ser, su apariencia cambiaba corrompiéndolo tanto su pasado el como su futuro el, ya que la humanidad y los propios pokemon, ya no buscaban la paz entre ambos bandos, dejando al guardián de estos dos corromperse.

En esta historia nos ponemos en los zapatos de Evanz o Evely, dos jóvenes de 17 años que fueron aceptados por la profesora lilyana para su investigación, junto a otros tres estudiantes de tu misma edad, Jonathan el frio, Max el amable y Horolay la tímida.

La profesora le hace entrega a los 4 un pokemon de su elección, y al ser tu el primero en llegar la profesora te da la oportunidad de ser tu el que elija primero. Elegirás a 4 pokemon, un pokemon de planta, un pokemon fuego, un pokemon agua y un pokemon tierra, quien será tu primer compañero.

Cuando elijes, tu y tus nuevos compañeros se retan para una batalla pokemon, en el que te enfrentaras a la astucia de cada uno, y tras terminar, la profesora les enseña la pokedex y el como atrapar un pokemon. Tras terminar regresa a casa y te despides de tu madre quien te da tu nuevo guardarropa para tu salida.

Ya cuando vas de salida del pueblo, la profesora te detiene y te cuenta el trabajo que quiere que hagamos, el cual es la extracción de unos minerales que están en ciertos lugares de la region de cascada, lo cual por eso da un pokemon, porque se dice que cerca de esos minerales extraños los protegen ciertos pokemons que están corrompidos y que anhelan su poder, eso y que se escucha en los alrededores que existe una organización que ha echo de las suyas extrayendo y a convertido a sus pokemons en criaturas horribles usando las piedras.

Y en tu trascurso, intentando llegar al segundo pueblo, te encuentras con tu padre, el campeón de la region, quien quería verte antes de que partieras pero que no logro llegar, por lo cual te busco de ida al siguiente pueblo, el cual te cuenta que si deseas participar en la recolecta de medallas de la region, el cual le daría pase a ti en enfrentarte al alto mando y a el, lo cual aceptas, y tu padre te advierte que los lideres no son una broma, no cualquier puede llegar al ultimo nivel, y que por eso el sigue siendo un campeón, que si el deseara ya le hubiera dado el puesto a alguien mas, con eso se despide y te vas a con la idea de enfrentarte a los lideres de gimnasio.

los lideres son los siguientes,

Nuriel- Líder de gimnasio tipo fuego, con la medalla Termal.

Thomas- Líder de gimnasio tipo eléctrico, con la medalla Energía.

Iclyn- Líder de gimnasio tipo hielo, con la medalla Montaña.

Nalin- Líder de gimnasio tipo planta, con la medalla Nacimiento.

Atma- Líder de gimnasio tipo alma, con la medalla Espíritu.

Keres- Líder de gimnasio tipo Fantasma, con la medalla Cambio.

Mafalda- Líder de gimnasio tipo Acero, con la medalla Joya.

Jingyi y Kazue-  Líderes de gimnasio tipo dragón, con la medalla Equipo. 

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Hasta aqui lo dejo, porque tengo muchas ideas y es mas bien como para hacerlo historia XD pero es mucho y ya tengo muchas cosas en la cabeza XD

Espero y les guste VwV o por lo menos les llame la atención 

[aaravos-answers]

"DAD!!!! WHERES MY KNIFE I WANNA COMMIT MURDER!!!!"

-Iclyn

@lizmisfitmuses

No.

[kizuchis-bucket]

Uh oh. Looks like someone else has come to hog all the attention from Milne.

[theabbystabby]

Trying the Art Fight thing this year! I've dug out some OCs and one fan OC to kick it off!

This is my first attempt at this so I'm a bit nervous... But hopefully I can bring some joy to those I attack!

[theydaart]

Happy Pride month everyone! Stay safe. and support our black brothers and sisters <3

[lluminax]

THE NIGHT FIRE’S SHADOW

They’d found them, struggling out into the light of day, helpless and a far cry from the nightmarish creatures they were told of in tales that still haunted their waking dreams, dire tales passed from their ancestors memories - thank the icewarden they had been here, for who knows what might have happened if the hatchlings were left to roam free.

The warden looked down her snout at the six they had found - it didn’t bare thinking that they may have missed some - the newborns huddling together now that her troop had found them, watching them all with wary frightened eyes with the bravest among them valiantly splaying out her tiny wings to shield her brethren from the jailers of the icewarden.

They still tried to sing cries of help now and again if they thought the Gaolers guarding them was not watching to punish them for it, a horrible symphony to her ears and the warden general grimaced to hear it - though her lieutenants had mind enough to swat the brats into silence.

“Must we really do this? They are only children!” Came the plea from Jonah, the youngest of her new recruits, wet behind the ears and not yet jaded to their ways nor wise to the horrors that he now called Children.

Iclyn snarked, rounding on him sharply, Jonah backing up from her much more considerable height “what you name as children are the horrors of our ancestors! It is better we do this now than let them become those same beasts! Or it will be your children who suffer them!” She stalked away from him, gesturing sharply to her aids, leaving the whelp to watch helplessly after her as they barred his way and she crossed the way towards the cowering banelings.

There was no mercy here, only justice and the swift hand of the executioner - her lieutenants pinned them in, spears raised downwards as she spoke to her troop

“Many of you remember the tales of our ancestors, of a burning blight carried on wings so numerous as to block out the sky in their swarming - what you see before you, is that very same blight! Born again in a cheat of our maker’s swift sentence! You may Look upon them now and see no monster, but know that to leave them to live, is to leave an infection to spread! A cancer to grow! And know that something so inconsequential may become terminal for all of us! For they will seek our deaths for their own ancestors!

So I ask you my friends, is it not better we strike while the wound may be cauterised? I ask you, think of your homes, your families, your friends - and then I ask you, what should the sentence be?!” Iclyn’s voice raised above the crowd that had gathered, her troop and those others that journeyed with them.

As one they roared “DEATH!” And Iclyn was pleased.

She turned to her faithful with a nod and the executioners made for the hatchlings, they mewled and cried with nowhere to run - Iclyn watched impassive, for this was the work of their lord, this was to be their duty fulfilled to their ancestors,

This was their triumph,

In a moment the world seemed to hold still, the hatchlings crying out desperately the only sound as hush descended upon the crowd watching fro blood,

But the night was broken with a song of discord

A song of rage,

From those dark skies flew the shadow, on wings of fire given form - a hide scored with flash frozen scars from that terrible tale so long ago and eyes of terrible blood-red.

Iclyn looked upon this beast and saw deaths very shadow - for it could not be,

but it was

“A survivor?” Was the shocked whisper, but how?

And Unlike the hatchlings, this one was not so helpless.

The red burning rage of the ancient lit the night as cries went up from the crowd, they ran to flee the ear piercing wails of the howling dread that banked above them, flying through the smoke, the flame and the ash that kicked up and swirled around her form, casting frightening silhouettes in the late sky, embers dancing from burning corpses.

Iclyn steadied herself and roared as her aides turned to flee the nightmare “fight you cowards! Fight for our lord against the devil itself!” But they did not heed her cries and she snarled turning back, white-blue eyes landing on the hatchlings that now looked upon their terrible saviour with awe in their shining eyes.

Fury burned through her, the righteous wrath of the icewarden, for she could not let this come to nought,

She advanced on the hatchlings, intent on blood for blood, But another blocked her path,

It was Jonah, the young whelp singed from the fire but miraculously still alive - and what irony, her most squeamish would be the most brave - she sneered at him “move aside whelp, I must stop this madness from escalating” but Jonah did not, instead he crouched protectively before the hatchlings, who peered from under his singed fur, confused and dubious of the turn of events.

The whelp spat at her, face half singed and scarred as debris fell down around them, the awful calls still ringing from above

“I will not”

She growled, lips upturning “move aside fool! Do you not see around you? This s exactly what I must prevent! I must stop this here and now!” She roared but Jonah only shook his head

“I will not help you murder innocents”

Iclyn blinked pausing, then laughed “there are no innocents here! Only the symptoms of a malignant tumour that must be torn from sornieth! And if you will not stand aside Jonah...” she looked him in the eye, the smoke billowing around them as the fires slowly consumed the stage

“Then I will kill you too”

Jonah flinched minutely But he remained where he was, curling his tail further about himself and the huddled hatchlings now hiding underneath him, if he was to die...

Then so be it

“Then I will die with my honour intact”

Iclyn snarled and threw herself at them, Jonah braced himself, cringing over the crying hatchlings,

Then down came a wash of flames and between the space of two blinks, Iclyn was there,

And then simply, gone.

A gust of breath, sulphurous and ember sparked brought him to gaze upwards into the eyes of the night fire, the horror of childhood tales and distant memories,

A full grown banescale, in the flesh - one that was as ancient as the ice that had melted around it no doubt.

Jonah braced himself, expecting the worst as the beast finally landed with a cacophony of snapping wood - tail lancing out to brush away a burning beam in their circle of fire.

But the banescale did not attack him - merely regarded him with wary eyes, at least until a ruckus of peeps and tiny plaintive cries issued up from below the fluffy tail that had guarded them and six tiny hatchlings came tumbling forth, excited even in the midst of ruin to greet their dark winged ancestor.

Jonah watched in the fire light as the fearsome beast seemed to soften and croon, gently lowering itself to greet the much smaller figures that attempted to clamber its onyx snout.

Of course, it’s attention didn’t stay distracted for long as the ancient’s crimson gaze found him again and an angry rumble resounded in its barrel chest, as it - she? He? - gathered the hatchlings under its immense wings and seemed intent to finish the nights job and Jonah knew then he would not be leaving alive, but he was glad at least that he would not die a murderer of children, he would not be like his late mentor,

And yet it seemed not to be,

For the angry rumblings were interrupted by plaintive squeaks and when Jonah opened his eyes, it was the hatchlings this time coming to his defence and the elder Banescale seemed to be listening, for it regarded him again anew

It leaned up and stalked towards him a few paces, carefully keeping the hatchlings within it’s wings.

“They say you saved them, why?”

Jonah blinked up at the banescale, dumbfounded, this was not what he’d expected.

“What?”

She - for he knew now - seemed to grow annoyed, her tail lashing behind her and she snapped “I asked why you saved them, Ice warrior”.

Jonah’s mouth opened and closed a few times uselessly before he replied “because it was wrong to kill them for crimes they have no blame for”

She seemed mollified yet puzzled by this explanation - he could reason perhaps, given her likely recent reawakening, she had expected more enmity the like of which Iclyn had had, perhaps - the red gaze glanced around and then finally down at the hatchlings who sang up to her, only then did her consideration return back to him

“What is your name ice warrior?”

“Jonah”

“I am Howl”

Later, after he has been left outside of the burning pyre of what was once their latent base, he the last of their troop - he watches as the night fires shadow sofas skyward, a precious burden of six new souls clinging to the spines of her back.

Idly, He wonders if he’ll see them again.