#oc: falina

[that-little-artist]

I was just figuring out how the Ardoni people work and so I came up with this guy,,, he’s not a character soooo free oc for me ig??

Almso, in the show they are very nakey, however, I wanna overcomplicate things, so I came up for their clothing and the purposes of them so here’s my headcanon ✨

I think the Ardoni view their markings as important and not to be hidden, so they wear as little as possible, only wearing foot wraps and other tactical gear when needed, and lower coverings around cultures that generally require it (like with humans and falinas). I don’t think they view others bodies in a sexual way at all because they usually grow up in a place that doesn’t have that mindset, modesty would just be treating others with respect.

the joys of character design… for a minecraft animation on YouTube wowie 🧍

[come-along-pond]

💅🏼 + This Barbie for Falina, please? Bonus points: This Ken for BOTH The Darkling and Nikolai too 😉

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 🖤

i love you

Faina: This Barbie is Immortal

The Darkling: This Ken…needs therapy

Nikolai: This Ken is definitely a Ken, extremely hot, literally sex on legs. is a privateer

+ bonus bonus

Dahlia: This Barbie is improbable

[dzamie-oc]

11 - Holiday

i’m what the kids call tired

Length: 1500 words Rating: T (suggestive words, only kobolds are naked and they’ve got scales) Summary: Morning for a particular adventuring group, and it turns out there’s a holiday about slaying a dragon about. What an event.

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Falina groaned and shifted under the covers. A pair of somethings yawned, then snuggled back in against her, trapping one arm. Her mind paused for a moment, then, staying as still as possible, the human woman moved her free arm to carefully, tentatively feel what had latched onto her in her sleep. Scales. She felt the tough, but not unpleasant, texture of scales under her fingers. Opening her eyes, she found herself still in the room above the Adventurer’s Guild, with her elven partner still in his trance state against the wall.

A lump under the blankets shifted. The woman lifted them away, and found herself staring at a pair of jaws spread wide, baring a plethora of small, yet sharp teeth. Adrenaline surged through her body, and she reached for the knife on the table... when those jaws closed, revealing the face of a small, dragon-like creature with yellow scales and eyes to match, slowly blinking sleep from her eyes.

Right in front of her, Rinta sat up on her knees and stretched her arms up with a groan, giving Falina a good view of her bare scales. Then, the kobold leaned over, nudged the other lump in the blankets, and made some growling and hissing noises Falina assumed to be Draconic. A few moments later, a second, green head poked out of the covers. Kassar said something back to Rinta, but extracted himself from Falina’s bedspread and shook himself. The human looked at the yellow kobold, and noticed she was looking back at her. No, not at her - at the knife in her hand.

“A-ah,” Falina said, letting the weapon fall back onto the table. “Look, to my tired eyes, a yawning kobold looks a lot like a hungry dragon, especially a foot away from my face.”

To her surprise, the kobold smiled, and her tail swished back and forth excitedly, running into Falina’s leg. “Really? Oh, thanks!” She hopped off the bed and began to stretch the rest of her body, then looked back over at the human. “I’m glad your reaction time is lacking, then. I use magic best when there’s not a dagger buried in my scales.”

With her two apparent bedmates no longer on the bed, Falina threw the sheets off of herself and sat up, feet on the floor. With the kobolds having discarded their clothes before getting in her bed, she was relieved to find that her own garments were still on her. “Yeah, well, try not to yawn in my face once Arwyn and I hit silver rank. You’re not like the tales of evil kobolds passed around the Guild hall.” Falina pulled on pants, then a shirt, both a little baggy to conceal the tools of her trade. “So why were you two in my bed?”

“Why wouldn’t we be? You invited us to sleep with you last night,” Kassar chimed in, “something about it being cold.”

“I WHAT?!” Falina exclaimed. Off to the side, she heard Arwyn chuckling; the elf was evidently only feigning to still be in a trance.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re warming up to us a bit,” the green lizard replied, “you’re very soft, by the way. I mean, obviously without scales, but still! Very comfortable.”

“I- with you two?!”

“Hm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Rinta said, scaly arms crossed over scaly chest. “We may not be dragons, but there’s no need for tha-”

“Ah, you younguns. Before we spill each other’s blood...” Arwyn interrupted, “Falina. They meant literally that they slept alongside you. Rinta, Kassar. In human slang, ‘to sleep with’ someone means to have sex with them.”

“Ohhh...” Kassar and Falina said.

Rinta huffed and put on her cloak. “That reaction was still rude.”

After they all got dressed, they opened the door of their room, ready to see what people needed helping and what creatures needed slaying. To their surprise, the hallway had been decorated with streamers, and they could hear raucous cheering and singing more clearly from the hall below.

“Oh, that’s right!” Falina said, “it’s Drachenfell today! Oh, we’re definitely taking a day to have fun.”

“Drachenfall?” Rinta asked. A human adventurer rushed past them, knocking her aside; in retaliation, she gripped her staff and growled at the receding hooligan, the glow in its crystal fading when a green-scaled hand pulled at her arm.

Falina pretended not to notice the interrupted spell, and instead explained, “yeah, about seventy or so years ago, a team of the king’s great knights slew the terrible dragon, uh...” She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to remember the name, and finally continued, “Kazerahad. And it happened close to here, so we celebrate it like it was entirely our doing.” With a proud grin, she crossed her arms and nodded. “Which, of course, it was, even if the knights came from other places.”

Arwyn tossed his dark brown hair. “Ah, and to your people, this is all ancient history, I’m sure.”

Two tails and a hand smacked the elf. “You’re forty, ‘gramps;’ nobody’s buying it,” Falina said.

Arriving in the food hall, the group broke off their conversation to grab a meal: meat for the kobolds, a salad for the elf, and eggs and toast for Falina, herself. They all reconvened at an empty spot at one of the tables. Next to them, a few adventurers with badges of copper or iron traded extremely true stories of the many, many dragons they, personally, had defeated, oftentimes without the aid of their party. Falina caught Rinta looking between her meat and the boisterous braggarts with a mischievous, hungry glint in her eye, so she reached over and tapped the kobold’s snout with the handle of her fork. “Hey, none of that. No fighting in the Guild Hall.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fight-”

“Not happening.”

Rinta still looked reluctant to give up her quarry, so Kassar spoke up. “So, this Drachenfall thing,” he started, “it commemorates the death of a dragon, in one of those ‘don’t be sad because it’s over, but happy because it happened’ things?”

“Well-” Arwyn started, but Rinta cut in.

“No, it probably started as a somber event, but over time got happier, because festivals are more fun than days of remembrance.”

Falina furrowed her brow. “No, it’s a celebration that the dragon died. There was a monstrous, fire-breathing beast terrorizing the city and devouring people, and the valorant knights saved the citizenry from its horrible hunger.”

“Ah... right,” Rinta said, her downward-curved horns seeming to reflect her mood. She tore off a bite of her breakfast and lethargically swallowed it in a few gulps. “So... maybe Kassar and I will take a small assignment or two, and leave you people off to celebrate the killing of Khazhra’ad.”

The human, for her part, felt like a bit of a jerk. She looked down at her own plate, idly listening to the roar of voices all around. The only one not downspirited seemed to be Arwyn, who finished off his salad before suggesting, “a pair of small, dragon-looking beings unaccompanied around town, on a day that’s, well, kind of about dragon slaying, and therefore probably has plenty of world-ignorant children and cocky teens with toy swords? I can’t say I like that combination.”

Rinta sighed. “Yeah, and beating or eating kids is a no-go, no matter what you think about my...” she cast a glance at the adventurers who were showing off scars that totally came from dragon fights and not accidentally stepping on a cat’s tail, before continuing, “... hunting desires. So, what then, Arwyn? Because if you think we should just stay in here all day, I’m gonna invite at least one of those humans to our room and have myself a snack.”

“We could go with them and try to forget the real theme of the holiday,” Kassar put forth. The others gave him strange looks: Arwyn looked impressed, Falina looked confused, and Rinta looked at him like he had renounced koboldhood and would be living as an alligator. So, the green kobold explained, “you said it yourself, there’s enough time for the celebrations to change. Besides, this is a pretty major thing, it seems; if we spend the day avoiding it, we’ll come up miserably short in our report to Azurel.”

Rinta gulped down the rest of her breakfast, and chased it with a swig of her drink. “Alright, for Azurel.”

Falina smiled, though her enthusiasm was still tempered by her earlier misstep. “Great to hear! So, we’d have to avoid... that, that... that one... probably there... oh! I know what to start with. You two can eat sugar and bread, right?”

Kassar shrugged. “We can eat just about anything. Our lack of gag reflex isn’t just for draconic pleasure.”

To the side, one of the noisy adventurers choked on his toast. Rinta leaned over and remarked, “another casualty of draconic superiority. Tragic.”

Falina shook her head at the yellow kobold, then leaned in conspiratorially to Kassar. “Well then, you’re about to learn the glory of funnel cake.”

[dykeredhood]

Omg…I think I’m gonna have Queen Meve and Princess Veerle travel to Toussaint for the knights’ tournament and seeing Falina’s shameless flirting with Duchess Anna Henrietta helps Veerle realize she’s bi

[theofaron]

@cliffsecord‘s lovely lady whom I am in love with, Falina!

[pearlcscent]

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[duckroulette]

A Chibi Sticker for @DandyBadger of her lovely oc Falina on Twitter! \o/

[lupanaoflaminar]

For new followers of me:

Here’s a short list of my main OCs from my stories, just in case anyone wants to know!

Laminar Chronicles/Firefly Rescue (YA fantasy. Teen BFFs create imaginary world to escape their life problems, get transported there)

Annabelle, Lewis (my babiezzz), Alex (also human but cool) Kuma, Cason, Roland, Colby, (all wolves and awesome)

Prince Arron (YA medieval fantasy; arrogant prince gets whipped into shape by a girl and wants to know why a bunch of kids are living in an underground cave)

Prince Snowden/Arron (yes he has two names ok it has to do with plot), Addie, Ronnie, Falina, King Jeran, King Cale, Princess Roberta,

I have other stories but they are still WIPS at this point so have these two thanks bye

[dykeredhood]

Omg… my Witcher OC Falina is (essentially) just my other OC Tatiana Hatchison but in The Witcher-land

[dykeredhood]

🖊Falina?

There’s not really any junk food/fast food in The Witcher-land, but Falina’s absolute favorite treat is an entire English trifle with rose petals in it. She has a few fond memories of making baked goods with her father, but she hasn’t spoken to him in quite some time. She still retains the “of Toussaint” part of her name because her family never had a surname, but she’s very proud of how her smooth talking has helped to secure her a place as some distant cousin of nobility. That being said, her brashness can cause a problems, when she’ll say things like: “well, I’m here at the feast without an escort or a handler, so if you’d like to handle me, you’re welcome to.” 😏

[dykeredhood]

Anyway ask me about my OCs

You may choose from:

Trip & Tatiana Hatchison

Nedda Sharpe

Falina of Toussaint

Dick Avalanche II

Princess Veerle of Lyria and Rivia

[dykeredhood]

Anyway ask me about my OCs

You may choose from: Trip Hatchison, Tatiana Hatchison, Nedda Sharpe, Falina, Dick Avalanche II, and Veerle

[dykeredhood]

I need to compile some references so I can commission one of my artist friends to draw my Witcher OC, Falina

She sneers at people we love her

[dykeredhood]

An updated list of my OCs:

Trip Hatchison – a man in his late 20’s, he works in a legal office in fictionalized 1920’s San Fran, he usually has a bit of roguish stubble despite being a very soft and apprehensive boy, and sometimes he wears a hat. He enjoys high quality ink pens and using a coaster between a chilled glass of whiskey and his coffee table

Tatiana Hatchison – bitchy woman in her early 20’s, Trip’s little sister. She’s a ballet dancer, a drunk, and is very reckless (much to her brother’s chagrin). Staunchly anti-coaster, you’ll find her splayed on the couch in Trip’s apartment gossiping with her friends on the phone while she drinks all his whiskey and rests her empty whiskey glass (without a coaster!!!!) on one of his Art Deco side tables

Nedda Sharpe – femme fatale in her mid 30’s, but she’ll kill you if you ask her age. She steals high class art and kills people, we love her for that. She will sometimes wear big dangly earrings

Falina – Witcher OC • she’s not any sort of actual nobility but she can smooth talk her way into high class functions to enjoy good food and drink. Usually she’s posted up in the corner of the big banquet hall watching everyone with unsettling coolness. She knows a bit of sorcery from when she traveled outside of her hometown, since she up and left her own family and renounced any ties she might have to them

Richard “Dick” Avalanche II – frat boy flavor sportscaster, he’s been part of a few national scandals, but those have been him shouting cuss words at a ref he thought made a bad call, no sexual assault or anything. He’s got a scar on the inside of his upper arm from Mama Avalanche having to drag him back into the family SUV when he got too drunk at an industry mixer (Mama Avalanche looks like one of those blonde republican wives and has terrifying acrylic French tip nails)

Princess Veerle of Lyria and Rivia – Queen Meve’s daughter with [REDACTED] and heir to the throne of Rivia and Lyria. After the war with Nilfgaard, Queen Meve had another child and made certain to give her daughter a good education in things like battle strategy, sewing, and horse riding. Veerle has long dark hair with commanding blue eyes and enjoys fox hunting with her mother. Her favorite things to study are different foreign languages (good for future diplomacy) and calligraphy. She’s born after the events happening in Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales, and that’s why the name of her father isn’t publicly known

[dykeredhood]

For your witcher OC, Falina: is she a witcher? and if so, what school? What is her temperament in a stressful situation and how does she handle stress in general?

Falina is (technically) a noblewoman who enjoys courtly affairs in Toussaint. Her lofty title is a complete sham, though, she spoke confidently enough to other nobles that they believe she’s a highborn and well bred lady, even though her father is a blacksmith (she wouldn’t ever bring that up to anyone despite their prying).

She’s not a witcher, but she has learnt a bit of sorcery in her journey from disowned blacksmith’s daughter to enjoying the privileges and entitlements that a fancy title affords her.

Her temperament is very hot blooded, despite her attempts to hide it. For the most part, she’ll meet a challenging situation with unsettling coolness, but if it’s something close to her heart (kids being mistreated, godawful abusive men being allowed to freely navigate through society) – in that case, she will not hesitate to seize someone by the throat or hair and demand they set things right. She’s righteous and violent when the situation calls for it.

[dykeredhood]

I found this great picrew and made my Witcher OC, Falina ✨✨✨ you can tell she’s one of mine because she has a look of being generally unamused (if not straight up contemptuous). Also because of the bags under her eyes and the (implied) scar through her eyebrow

https://picrew.me/share?cd=IY9LdZ5lBq