#malicima

May I present Malicima and Mazin, daughter and son of Maleficent and Jafar, fae/djinn hybrids and overall good eggs in spite of everything.

If this gets enough notes I might gush about them later (might do it anyway cause that's what you do with your OCs).

Also might attempt to color these later.

I found an amazing coat for Malicima.

Welp, if I wasn’t crushing on my own OC before you bet I am now. 

It surprises me how much of myself I see in her sometimes. I never much cared for the idea of having children myself. But if they were anything like my niece, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. 

CRASH! THUD! CRACK!

I jumped from my cushion and and ran into the next room to see what had happened. The first thing I noticed was the dreadful mess in my study. A pile of books were scattered over the floor, looking as though they had been stacked up. The dark pink silk cloth nearly torn off of the wooden pedestal that I kept my…my crystal ball! Where is it!? There- on the floor with a long crack creeping up along the surface like a nasty vine of thorns. 

“Aunt Nasira! I- your ball! Sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t curse me!” cried my sniffling 7 year old niece. 

Anger was definitely the first and strongest emotion I felt. But as I looked into Malicima’s brown eyes- wide and glossy as though the fear of Allah had been cast down upon her, I felt myself soften. My hands released the doorway that I had been clutching painfully hard and I felt myself lower down onto one knee.

“Tell me what happened,” I said as calmly as I could, but even I heard a bit of a snap in my voice.

Malicima was stiff as a board with her round face covered in tears and snot. She looked down at the mess she had made and tried to look at me, but avoided eye contact as she kept her head cast down. 

“I…I just *sniff* wanted to look. You said you could *sniff* see everything in your crystal ball. I wanted to see the rocs. *sniff* Father says their feathers are shiny like gold. They sound pretty so I…I…” Her voice had trailed off and her body began to shake harder. She took a step back and I could tell she wanted to run.

I suspected my brother and his…well, not wife, were hard on their children. My own father had been rather strict with us so it was no surprise to me that Jafar would turn out the same. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm myself before I reached out and placed my hands on the girl’s shoulders. She froze up in my grasp and her little hands had a death grip on her skirt.

“It’s alright, you used something of mine without permission, broke it, and you are obviously remorseful from your actions. Just help me clean up this mess and as long as you swear you’ve learned your lesson, we’ll call it even, alright?”

“Are you going to tell my parents?” Malicima asked while wiping her tears on her sleeves. 

I looked back at the crystal ball for a moment. One as powerful as that was hard to come by- and Jafar certainly owed me for this last minute baby-sitting he had sprung on me. He would definitely owe me at least 80 dinar.

“I won’t tell them, but I hope when you are ready to, you will. Until then, let’s just say a pesky little imp had gone through my things while you and I were at the market. It’ll be our little secret for now, okay?”

Malicima nodded her head a few times and turned away to go grab my broom- but stopped half way to run back and surprise me with a tight hug. With her wet and dirty face buried in my neck I was grateful she couldn’t see the disgusted look I must have made when I felt all of her nasty little drippings press into my skin. At least I was able to give her a few pats on the back and force a smile when she looked back at me. 

Here’s that poorly photo-taken picture I mentioned

From left to right: Nasira (Jafar’s twin sister from the PS1 Aladdin game: Nasira’s Revenge) Jafar Maleficent (holding my OC, Ghazi, her’s and Jafar’s son) Hades Malicima (Jafar and Maleficent’s daughter) Ploutos (Maleficent and Hades’ son from their brief marriage) Bonus: Persephone peeking through the window being super pissed at Hades for crashing/bombing the family portrait.

Darth Malicima, Morga’s master and the sith who kidnapped the children from the Jedi Temple during The Sacking of Coruscant to train them as Sith.

She is half Rattataki and half Pureblood Sith. She works in The Sphere of Biotic Science, specializing in Sith Alchemy after her mother. But she often works within The Sphere of Ancient Knowledge to have access to Sith artifacts to help with her research. But she often has to go through her father to get access to the artifacts since he works in the Sphere.

But her work in Sith Alchemy is more of a hobby and a cover. She is an imperial reformist who has sided with Darth Marr and Darth Acina in their views of needing to change The Sith Empire for the better.

With the help of her apprentice, Morga, she began to set up her own private academy on Tatooine to teach Sith acolytes with few Jedi influences in the philosophy- taking only what she feels will help The Sith Empire in learning to work together. Her original plan was to build her own army and take the throne for herself. But after Darth Malgus’ failed uprising, Malicima decided to lay low for awhile longer.