#My oc: Malinalli

[sailorbritters]

They love each other I swear

[autistic-sidestep]

pov: you are juno

jake/puppetmance would be so funny if only to do this to him

[strangeclayanimal]

sunny ref sheet ! plus what he'd wear if he must dine with the king and my fursona malin

[fractured-shield]

I did write this at like 3am for what it’s worth? It will be extended later but like…here’s something before I get too wrapped up in The Situations.

full text (and picrew of Linna) below the cut

Lineirthon (Linna), Silorn’s last king, Maithyr’s husband:

Another crack of thunder sounded, rumbling beneath the din of conversation as if it came from the mountain itself. The walls of Nar-thelyr were deep, its halls carved into unrelenting stone: from the jagged, unforgiving faces of Sarnim and Ceraidh in the far northern reaches of the Amarecs. Within the fortress, the storm’s fury was nothing more than a soothing backdrop to tonight’s merriment, a tempest easily ignored unless one sought out the lashing rain and sharp flashes of lightning at narrow, deepset windows or along the covered balconies set within the great scars in the mountainside.

It would have been impolite, for him to stray from the banquet, to haunt those darkened, wind-whipped paths. It would also have been terribly unpleasant, if the slanting sheets of rain were any measure. And yet, Idhren found himself drawn to that solitude: at least outside, the ever-present divide he felt would be his own doing.

But there were too many eyes on him, curious ones and deriding ones alike. It was an honor, the station of war-council mediator, and despite any misgivings he was honored to fill the newly created office—but it was a reminder, just the same. He was chosen because he had no partiality, no favors to repay or distant relations of high stature to mollify. He was chosen because he recognized no home in the allied Eastern Expanse. Because he had no ties binding him to its kingdoms’ politics. Because his Cenaith was accented with that glaring, unsightly Fairalmin lilt, because he had no friends among the courtesans and officers to impress.

It was a terribly lonely station. He’d come to appreciate that particular comfort of such loneliness: it was expected and familiar, and there was no sting of losing someone if there was no one to lose. But even so, in moments like these—surrounded by revelry and whirling dancers and song—Idhren had to admit that he felt so much clearer that ache of exclusion, that imaginary bound separating him from everyone else in the room, from everyone laughing effortlessly because they didn’t have to remember how to force their face into a smile any time manners called for one.

Perhaps it was that loneliness that spun everything into such a tangled mess. It had been an honor, too, to help with the Warmaster’s recovery, even if he knew he’d only been selected as the best-fit sparring partner, closest to General Maithyr’s considerable height and conveniently favoring his left hand.

He tried to watch the crowd without feeling swallowed up by it, to keep his expression schooled into something neutral and unremarkable and fade into the background near the wall, hoping his formal clothes (black and silver, carefully chosen to favor the heraldry of exactly none of the countries present) were plain enough to attract no unwanted attention.

His…acquaintances, if they could be called as much, were somewhere across the large hall, no doubt enjoying themselves. As they should be. Malin had his image to keep up, as one of Ngelorim’s most famed war heroes, and Leithe had planned to feel out the crowd’s opinion on the amendment to Silorn’s census policies she’d been pushing for. He’d danced with them both briefly, earlier in the night: leading Malin in some gallant Ikhanan waltz that was supposedly all the rage among Alliance nobles, and following Leithe in a quick-paced whirling thing until they both had to catch their breath.

His own role tonight was nothing so important as either of theirs. It was only his presence that was required, not words or making pleasant company. He was content to watch, really—the musicians were fascinating, more strictly organized than was common in Fairalmin festivities, and—

“Is the crowd so dull that the falling rain makes for better company?”

It was Warmaster Maithyr, of course, and as he spoke in his rough voice he leaned in close to be heard, not yet healed enough to raise his voice over the crowd without pain. Idhren could smell the imported wine on his breath, the spiced Ikhanan perfume he favored, and a lock of his auburn curls brushed his cheek.

Next to him, king Lineirthon of Silorn stood patiently, wearing his usual peacefully amused expression.

“No, my lord,” he found his voice finally to answer Maithyr’s question, and then—what? What excuse could he give that was good enough for the ears of Warmaster and King?

“We would have you dance with us,” said the king, the warmth of his face an unreadable puzzle.

“I…” Idhren looked between the two lords. “Beg pardon?”

“They’re playing a few of the double-partnered northern dances next, or so I hear,” the king explained. He wore a necklace of pearl and polished gold that caught the light of the countless lamps where it lay against his throat.

“You’re a good dancer,” the Warmaster continued. “And, I’ll admit, we tire of entertaining nosy partisans.”

Ah, of course. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that. He likely couldn’t take anything more than that, either. This was fine, constrained within the bounds of scripted court etiquettes.

He bowed with an unplaceable form that wasn’t quite the Linadorin style, careful to avoid any perceived connection to the kingdom above another, if anyone was watching for it. “Then I would be honored to do as my lords require. I only hope my performance doesn’t disappoint.”

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[rohanitecomics]

I rarely participate in meme challenges but I do indeed prefer girls

[hrothgalsandgays]

Trying to have fun agan with art and teach myself not to worry about being perfect when drawing. Here's a sketchy Mali!

[greenestcoat]

Been playing a lot of Skyrim lately, and here's my Dragonborn nightblade, Malin. She's half-Skaal, half Ashlander Dunmer, recently got back to her homeland of Solstheim after saving Skyrim from Alduin, and has a weakness for books and Dunmer alcohol. She's life partners with Gore, best friends with Remiel and Xelzaz, a master thief, and a very amateur but enthusiastic alchemist. Also a bit of a bard.

My save with Malin has apparently finally given up the ghost after level 63 (highest I've ever gotten a Skyrim character!), so it's a good thing I was working on plans to isekai her into Baldur's Gate 3 for a replay of that. I think her involvement with Hermaeus Mora eventually leads to a tug of war between Mora, Akatosh, and Azura over her soul, and Azura reaches for help to Selune, her counterpart in Faerun, and Malin gets yanked onto the nautiloid without any memories. Probably going to give her the Dark Urge background and proficiency with music, and the Guardian is going to look like Gore for an extra twist of the knife (someone looked in Malin’s head and pulled that memory out to manipulate her, and she's going to be very upset when she figures that out).

Really loved playing with Gore and Remi and Xelzaz this time through - they're all such three-dimensional characters and you really feel them grow with you.

[elliotofmakinstuff]

help I just realized that FOUR of my characters would make a really good your name au

MERILIND AND LESIRA Meirlind would only be able to save her in an au which is tragic and also then they get to be together and grow old together

MALIN AND JAMIE Malin has amnesia because fucked up scientists so like the whole “i’ve been searching for something and I don’t know what it is” thing is very Malin core

currently crying im ok having character thoughts my silly little guys

[etellek]

[blueskygirl22]

Hey!

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[strangeclayanimal]

Malin :-D he's a wolf x highlander cat hybrid

[fractured-shield]

oh yeah, character intro posts were something I was doing... I'll do all of these eventually (and more) but let's do a poll for the order they get written

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[rohanitecomics]

Is Bad Boy Summer a thing? It is now~

[hrothgalsandgays]

Digitalised my sketch of Malinalli while Dawntrail downloaded, think the spirit of Picto possessed me :3

[simbiana]

💜 OC Questionnaire 💜

Thank you @marcishaun for the tag! I've never been tagged in one of these before 😆 but here is my baby girl (I hope it's okay that it's The Sims 3)

Name - Naomi Simmons

Nickname - The It Girl

Gender - Cisgender Woman

Star Sign - Sagittarius ♐

Height - 5'5"

Orientation - Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity - African American ✊🏿

Favorite Fruit - Mango 🥭

Favorite Season - Fall 🎃

Favorite Flower - Hyacinth

Favorite Scent - Dark Rum by Malin + Goetz

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate - Hot Chocolate

Average Hours of Sleep - 8 usually, but 10+ now that she's pregnant

Dogs or Cats - Both, because Naomi doesn't have to choose 💅🏾 (She also just owns a dog and a kitten) 🐕🐈

Dream Trip - Egypt (she keeps rolling the wish)

Number of Blankets - 2-3 depending on the temperature in her apartment

Random Fact - Naomi was raised by her father after her mother passed away during a paparazzi chase when she was three years old. She decided to become an actress like her mother, her way of becoming closer to her. Side fact that she doesn't know: she's pregnant with triplets, which is a first for me lol.

Tagging: @cozygirlsimmer @emolovessims @flotheory @shisimi & @kosmokhaos. I'd love to know more about your sims!

[nerdytatertot]

the Minecraft hyperfixation is back along with obsessing over another OC (sorry Maline enjoyers). this bad boy took so long to render but only the best for my Ophelia. also, happy Thanksgiving! now feast.