#Non cannon Character

[deatheatet]

Introducing.....

My Night Na'vi Oc,Ka'li.

Not much on lore at the moment except she was exiled when Nakir's grandmother was still Tsahik and she is now with the Ash Clan.

[busiest-bee]

Was thinking about fnaf redesigns earlier today (or yesterday?? Idk I was busy being sick) and remembered this Monty redesign I made at some point. It’s kinda old and imperfect but I still like it enough to post. It’s also technically part of an au/rewrite for either Just security breach, or the entirety of fnaf. I love him and Honestly? I’m Kissing him on the mouth

[jazeswhbhaven]

This is the perfect frame to describe them both being equally as annoyed at me for creating a universe where they date each other 💀 like Amy is cussing me out as we speak and Sitri low key wants to but is being polite in front of Amy to prove a point.

[glisten-the0neand0nly]

SEMI IMPORTANT THING?

bhelh hi chat, i might revamp how this blog is layed out. sorry if me answering asks have been slow as-well, I've started school lately, also ill be doing things on my other blogs eg @tishamilitary @tw1zt3d-gl1zt3n @ca3k-rollhere-org @the-great-and-glistening-moonz

so yah

One thing for sure is that i WILL be ansering my asks, just. Really slowly. Anyways bye! For now

— love and kisses starlight

[bobellafofella]

so who of you was gonna warn me about the paragon & vivacia meeting chapter

[twigby-art]

Local woman caught on trailcam. (more Saoirse content because i cant stop)

[foggymvp]

If I played a character in cantripped this would be it

This is long and lots to read

Linardra Starling - Druid - Good Neutral - They/them with a occasional She/her - 23

She is a half Fey half Tiefling, she has slivery-blue skin with long half up and down white hair. With long ears and the starting/smol of Tiefling horns and tail with slightly pointed teeth. She hides her Tiefling parts because she is ashamed of her heritage (but will eventually learn through the party’s help to not hide it and to be proud). Her eyes are a whimsical purple-sliver eyes and blushes purple. Lin is tall for a (mainly) fey, scoring around 5’3 or 5’5ft (I haven’t decided) They have a Tattoo on their upper back near their neck, it’s three hearts a red one, green one, and a clear one. It signifies her, Rin, and Octavius. They are left handed and has a white burn scar on the pointed tip of her left ear. She has sliver circle glasses with dangly chains with a star and a crescent moon. She also wears a teal Anklet with White Sea shells around her right ankle.

She wears the below’s dress with different more blue, purples, and silver accent colors, boots, earrings, with a mainly this hair hair but styled like the other image and the bag

One below’s is Lin’s style hair, leggings, and neck brace.

She was born and raised in the fay kingdom with a fey mother and Tiefling father. until when she was 8 or 9 years old when her parents left her to grandma Shroom’s care. She was ashamed for her heritage. She deeply believes that her parents love her dearly and are still out there. She left the fey kingdom wanting to get away from the mockery they’d been dealing with and wanting to explore the world and to learn of her parents and culture On the way they find Rin and Octavius, they met on separate adventures and come close as a family. They go in adventures for some time before having to stay in the human kingdom to get money/supplies again, Octavius leaves in search of money and doesn’t return. Then Rin leaves in search of Octavius and doesn’t return, leaving Lin alone and giving them abandonment issues. Lin leave and search for Rin and Octavius. She found Rin soon after the day of the coordination. And they have made amends with Rin and made an away of contact with her, Rin wants to stay in the elf city but Lin leaves in search of Octavius. In the story eventually she learns to not be ashamed of her heritage and doesn’t hide it and gets more desire to find out about her parents and races culture. She lives in blissful ignorance of her Octavius’s and her parents’ connection with the forsyndicated. The forsyndicated has tried and failed a few time to catch her, one for her parents, two because Octavius wants to see her again, she find herself some days thinking the attempts are just bandits and such but others she can’t help but feel a tugging on her conscious. Eventually on their adventures they out the party they make a shady deal with a person and instead gets scammed and the party realizes till to late it’s a forsyndicated person wanting to take Lin, and possibly the others idk what Dan’s and Neph’s deal is. In an attempt to escape Lin makes a portal and pushes the others into it before the guy casting sleep on her therefore closing the portal bringing the others to nearby safety, protecting her family.

Tidbits:

- She is a fantastic fucking Chief, she can’t bake but is amazing at cooking.

- She learned to cook from Grandma Shroom

- Is a daydreamer, daydreams a lot

- is bi but prefers ladies

- fidgets with hair and clothes a lot, very nervous or stressed

- Loves psychical touch, struggles with personal space

- Hate being alone, rather be with someone they hate than be alone

- Doesn’t take care of horns or tail

- plays a sliver flute, because she loves music and is a decent singer but prefers to play flute but still enjoys singing time to time.

- Made a song about her past and friends

- She sings the song when she feels down or discouraged to find her friends

- She loves to dance :)

- She is gentle

- Always and forever wants a dragon or mystical creature for a familiar

- braids hair when bored, doesn’t

- when bored or stressed she paces and if she can’t she’ll spin instead

- Very emotional (one of her strengths and weaknesses)

- Gets attached easily to people or items (also a strength and weakness)

- Really likes to tell stories or hear them

- Doesn’t need sleep, meditates instead

- Plays with their magic sometimes

- Always needs to do something

- Makes friendship jewelry

- Can see from another persons perspective of things easily

- Can get distracted easily if she doesn’t find something important or entertaining

- She is bad at lying

- If they have a chat/viewers of her own that look like Fey spirts she uses for spells or musical symphonies whispering in the wind.

- Blepps 😛

- She has a few memories of her father, he taught her how to fight

- She has a sword/bow from her father that she uses when she doesn’t use magic

- The bow has his signature on it

- She created a song about her parents

Rin: she/her, neutral chaotic, rogue, She has long red hair and brown eyes, she is an elf and is a little bit shorter than average. She has freckles and always wears a bright red cloak. Has a leather friendship bracelet from Lin. Rin is in trouble with the law a lot and is wanted, goes by Red sometimes, known as Red in the law. Is the cloaked rogue the party helped escape the guards on their way out of the elf city. She loves for the thrill. Met Lin by chance after meeting Octavius when Rin was caught. Lin ran in to help and pretended to know them and got them out of the trouble. They become like siblings after that. And Currently located in elf city.

Octavius: He/they, barbarian, ??? Chaotic, Orc, he is apart of the forsyndicated. Lin nor Rin knows he is. Tall, has yellow eyes, scruffy brown hair has a golden friendship necklace from Lin. Met Lin at the elf kingdom he had been beat up pretty badly after messing with the some bandits, she helped him and they became friends and closer than family. Closed off usually and has a soft spot for only Rin and Lin. Will protect those he loves, he’s really quiet. Like the scary dog privileges for Lin and Rin from Octavius. Location unknown (probably Macarin)

I’m very proud of dis little gal :3

Lin’s parents: Father is name is Basil and was a Tiefling, Mother’s name is Tula Starling was a Fey, they were forced to leave the fey kingdom Because the forsyndicated were after them. They got in a tight spot when Tula was pregnant and went to them for help, for many years they were loving a fine life. But then Lin’s parents couldn’t pay them back, so to protect Lin they left her with Grandma Shroom and ran to Macarin and was eventually hunted and killed. Lin doesn’t know this and hold hope to met their parents again, but will likely eventual while exploring the forsyndicated files/something and out the truth.

[the-blathermouth]

Sweet tooth: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? Doesn't matter, I'm gonna burn your house down!

[talesfromtheunknowable]

All my favorite characters are

Neurodivergent, purple, and BI.

Bonus from when I was younger-

[lottie-dottie-gal]

We’ve had lil Lottie, medium Lottie and now we have big Lottie!

“ mm..huh? What the..? “

The adult lotttie event for the day! She has been pulled straight from the future!

[oq-der-na-telha]

I'm alive again yay

"new" OC + some doodles about him kehdj

Oc: (Francis/masc Unknown Frenchie)

*first attempt lmao*

Some traditional drawings

(THIS ONE LOOKS SO OUT OF PLACE BUT SO BEAUTIFUL AT THE SAME TIME WTF)

He's tired, give my boy a break

sum anatomy test idk (I'm not censoring anything tho lol)

Lil board drawings + Detroit become human (cause Francis can just travel realities hehe so there he is, an Android)

[deatheatet]

Spider & Paz Angst. Closer comic pics below. Also,on the last one forget that other paper,extra and old drawing.

[aidontdraw]

Tbh, I hate the "That's Not Naruto Cannon" People.

Because they always end up being the people who site "non-cannon" material when it suits their head cannon. Then rejects any "non-cannon" material that goes agaisnt their head cannon. Like they don't genuinely care about cannon, they just want their blorbos to act the way they do in their head.

They are also the first to be like, "I wish we saw more of this character/place/idea," or "I wonder what would happen if this character did that." Like, they explored that already in the officially released non-cannon material you hate. Sure some of it's not cannon-cannon, but it's the closest we will ever get to a cannon answer to your many questions about the Naruto Universe.

Like the filler episodes are created by the same people who made the cannon anime episodes. They had offical character guidelines they had to follow. They had offical plot guidelines they had to follow. They had offical setting guidelines they had to follow. They were given a lot of direction on what they can and can't get away with. If you watch the filler, you can tell they knew where the story was going to go well before it reached that point in the manga. So its much closer to cannon than any of the little reddit What If (bassicly fan-fiction) post.

There's also no true list of what is or isn't cannon in Naruto. So to go by the most purest form of of what's cannon, the Naruto Manga, you end up rejecting a lot of things that can easily classify as cannon. That Kishimoto himself worked on. If you allow more into Cannon, you need a whole map of what does and doesn't count. It's so annoying.

Kishimoto did not make Naruto alone. Not even the manga, there was an entire team that worked on the Naruto Manga. It had been a team effort from the start. Like cannon doesn't need to be personally touched by Kishimoto. Naruto's owned by a company, not a person.

Let yourself have fun and enjoy the "non-cannon" stuff.

[jazeswhbhaven]

SitrixOC Astra (Third POV) Tags/Warnings: Vanilla, Fluff with porn, vaginal penetration, heavy petting, cardiophilia, Non-canon, Canon character x OC character Words: 2K+

Astra stood up, her head swimming after finishing the contract removal ritual with Sitri. Being only the second time she had performed this, it was natural that she would feel a bit woozy. 

Damn, I never expected to be this sick. But then again…I’m not from hell…

Ppyong looked at her, flying around in circles with a concerned look. “I think it’s time again, aye! Miss Astra, do you need it?” 

Astra looked up at Ppyong, trying to smile away the nausea that suddenly appeared. It was that time again, but she felt it was too soon. She had just received energy from Satan about a day ago. Or so she thought since the sun technically had not set yet. But who knew how time worked here? A day in Hell could mean two on Earth. 

“I’ll be fine, Pp-” Astra struggles to finish her sentence, nearly bending over and placing a hand to her mouth to keep from throwing up. She also felt like her lungs were caving in, each breath she took being harder than the last. 

“It’s time,” Sitri says, standing up and gently rubbing Astra’s back. She sat up and looked over at Satan who was staring at her wordlessly. 

“Okay, I admit it. I need energy again. But isn’t it too soon?” Astra gasps, holding onto Sitri’s sleeve.

“No, it’s your first time in Hell. You’ll need it more often until you’re used to it.” Satan spoke plainly as if Astra should already know this. She rolls her eyes and squints her eyes at him. 

“Then, will it be you again? Mister, chokes a lot.” She added sass to her voice, which made Satan chuckle boyishly as if he’d pulled the biggest “gotcha” moment. But Sitri kept rubbing her back and answered her question instead. 

“You have already exchanged energy with His Majesty. It would be wise to choose another devil now so one source won’t be exhausted.” 

“Oh.” Astra stood up fully, exchanging a glance between Satan and Sitri while rubbing her thumbs together. “So, I’ll be with you next?” 

Satan frowned, unable to hide his distaste but he knew Sitri was right. “Yeah. Astra, think of the place where you’re most comfortable. Like before.” 

“So we’re doing this now?” 

“Yes. Now.” 

Astra exhales slowly, letting her mind go at ease as she thinks of Minhyeok’s room. It felt odd, just like last time as if she were using his room in real time though it was just an illusion. She wasn’t actually in his room. She wondered if she could get over the guilt of having her first time be with Satan while doing it on what was a manifestation of her childhood best friend’s bed. Though, it was useless to dwell in the past. It already happened, and she needed this to stay alive. 

At the same time while zoning out, she could overhear Satan’s conversation with Sitri. 

“Hey.” 

Sitri stares at his superior, straight-faced as usual and attentive. “Yes, your Majesty?” 

“She’s mine.” 

“....I’m aware.” 

Satan was satisfied with the answer, not wanting to cause problems with his subordinate. However, there was something backhanded about Sitri’s statement that made him want to kick his ass. It was as if that lingering attitude he picked up from Hades was taunting him. 

“Your Majesty, aren’t you going with Miss Astra this time, aye?” Ppyong asks genuinely while flying around closely to the slightly ticked-off king. 

Satan swatted at Ppyong, scoffing and clicking his tongue.

“They sound like we’re in one of those dramas.” Astra thinks to herself, highly amused. Even though it was tempting, there was no time for Astra to say anything or focus on their banter, as Minhyeok’s room came into view. 

It’s cold again. Wait…

Astra took a look down, her body bare like last time. 

“Well fuck where did my clothes go again?” She covers her breasts, looking around for some kind of cover until- 

“Solomon.” 

Astra jumped, tripping over her own feet and landing on the bed behind her. In front of her stood Sitri, staring at her with pink cheeks while still holding a full cup of warm tea. 

“Nervous?” He asks, coming closer to her with a sincere tone to his voice. 

“No. Well, maybe. This is the second time I’m doing this.” Astra had to admit to herself that essentially having what was considered two dick appointments back to back was something out of the ordinary for someone like her. She was a virgin the night before, and now…

“Here, have some tea. It will help.” He offers his cup to her, Astra readily accepting. The smell emitting from it is fragrant and soothing, as she takes her first sip to test the temperature. It was smooth, quite honestly the most perfectly brewed tea she ever had in her life. Before she knew it the entire cup was gone, Sitri grinning from ear to ear as he took the cup back from her. 

“Sitri that was amazing…I’m already feeling-” Astra paused, putting her hand to her chest as her heart thumped wildly. The room was quiet, but now it sounded more like a symphony with her pulse echoing throughout the walls. She looked at Sitri, who was so red in the face and trembling that she knew something was not right. 

“Wait, this tea…is there caffeine in it?” 

“Why yes, it’s black tea.” 

Astra stood up, uncrossing her arms and pointing at Sitri with a firm pout, and her brow furrowed. “Sitri, this won’t calm me down. My heart feels like it’s on overdrive!” 

The other steps up to her, reaching his hand behind her head and bending down to take her lips in a slow and deep kiss. This was much deeper and intimate than the first time she met him. His tongue explored the remnants of the tea lingering in her mouth, his moans and whimpers flowed into her as he brought her closer to his body. 

“Your heartbeat…it sounds heavenly. So good…so loud.” He rasps, his deep pink hues meeting her gaze. 

Astra now could pay attention to the details of his eyes. His pupils, blue upside-down crosses. Swirls of deep and light pink in his irises mesmerized her and made her forget that she gulped down enough caffeine to have her wired for theoretically a week. 

“Solomon, your heartbeat…before then it was hard to concentrate on it. Erratic, mysterious, uncharted. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But now, this simple, steady beat is enough. And I like it a lot.” 

Astra’s head was hazy from the kiss, but she then felt an overwhelming emotion. Disdain. There was one thing she couldn’t stand about Sitri since she arrived, and it was how she was constantly…ever so…compared to her ancestral grandfather. 

“I’m not him.” She gently pushes Sitri away, turning her back to him. “I don’t want to be compared to him. I don’t even know the man and you’re comparing me to him.” 

“Solomon, I didn’t mean-” 

“My name is Astra, Sitri. Astra. A-S-T-R-A. There is no Solomon in that name. Only in my blood. Don’t call me by his name when we’re like this. I don’t…I don’t like it.” With her heightened heartbeat, even more wild now that she was upset, the room shakes in response to her current state. Sitri’s arms wrap around her from behind, his lips against her neck as he gently kisses up to her earlobe. 

“I’m sorry that I’ve offended you, I don’t call you that to compare. It’s just…I’m so used to” 

“Then get used to me. Sitri.” Astra turns around, staring into Sitri’s eyes again before kissing his cheek, then his lips once more, wrapping her arms around his neck. In seconds, she’s lifted off the floor into his arms, her legs around his waist to brace herself as he carries her to the bed. With a gentle flop, Astra lands on her back, smiling and placing her foot on his chest to playfully push him back. 

Sitri smiles, taking off his top, the silky black fabric pulling over his head and falling to the floor revealing a well-toned, muscular physique that he was hiding effectively under it. Astra’s heart thumps louder upon seeing his frame, his tattoos now showing, and his waist, the ratio to his thighs better than any male model or porn star she’s seen before. 

“Wow...Sitri..” She gasps, feeling the arousal increase between her thighs. She reaches out to touch him letting the definition of his muscles flex and react to her fingertips. He sighed, leaning closer to kiss her forearm and flashing a gaze at her that was teaming with ecstasy. 

“You’re getting excited…if you could hear what I hear-” He shudders and exhales again, his eyes closing and opening slowly. “...you would understand how aroused I am right now.” 

Astra sits up, scooting her body closer to Sitri, her hands now at his waist teasing the waistband of his pants. 

“I want these off.” She says in a low voice, giving the other an innocent look. Sitri wastes no time, his pants removed in record time as they too hit the floor along with his underwear. Astra’s eyes take in the shape and size of his cock, noting that he was about the same size as Satan but slightly thicker. 

She allows Sitri to lift her once again, positioning her hips at the right angle before the tip of him kisses her entrance. Astra’s breath hitches, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she keeps her eyes locked with his. With a small nod to give him the signal, she feels his shaft slowly push past her wet folds. A whimpering noise escapes her throat, her head burying in Sitri’s neck and chest as she takes him all in one go until he bottoms out. Sitri sits for a minute, slowly breathing as his chest rises and falls. She could tell by the way he gripped her waist that he was savoring the moment, and pressing her chest against his so he could feel her heart thump faster now that he was nestled deep within her. 

“So…good. So steady. I want to hear more…” Sitri whispers in her ear before he pulls out and snaps his hips upward, causing Astra to gasp and cry out suddenly. He then evens out his strokes to the beat of her heart, the rhythm following closely at the same time hitting the right spots over and over. Astra felt no pain, only pleasure as she held onto Sitri the best she could. The way he was fucking her was more gentle, more sensual than Satan. Each thrust had meaning but was just as powerful and unrelenting. 

Before she knew it she was on her back, staring up at him from below as her chest felt as if it were on fire. Her heartbeat was rising, the steady thumps turning into fast-paced pulses as if she were running a marathon. 

“You’re showing off, is that for me?” Sitri asks with a grin on his face before leaning down and kissing the area where her heart was located. He bit down on the flesh, swirling his tongue before focusing on her breast and taut nipple. Astra arches her back, her legs not letting go of Sitri’s waist as he continues to pump into her wildly. Her hand curiously roams down his thigh, taking a handful of his toned and plump ass and squeezing it tightly. Sitri moans and pauses his movements, biting his lips, shaking, and looking at Astra with wild eyes. 

“Again, please.” He begs in bated breath. Astra grins and uses both hands to grasp his ass and mold the flesh between her fingers. She couldn’t believe he was so sensitive by just having his backside massaged when he took so many kicks from Satan. Perhaps it was different during sex, as with each squeeze and tap his cock swelled and throbbed inside her. 

“Oh, Sitri…you’re so hard you’re stretching me out…” Astra pants, the blue-haired devil leaning down to take her lips in a fervent kiss as continues to stay dormant in his position. As Astra kept her hands firm on his ass, he swirled his tongue with hers, growling and pressing his chest against hers.

As she pulls back from the kiss, that’s when she notices Sitri’s horn is gleaming in the light, covered in the same milky substance she experienced when playing with Satan’s horns. She grabs it, rubbing it vigorously. Sitri moans loudly, the sensation causing him to pause in his thrusting before he changes his pattern, his strokes now deep and in unison with her hand movements. 

“Yes…like that…fuck…” Sitri’s eyes close as he bites his lip.

Astra felt herself clench around his shaft, excited to hear Sitri curse as he did. He appeared so well-mannered and distinguished that he was like a different devil in the bedroom. She couldn’t say much more, the stimulation from the caffeine, the sex, and even stroking his horn was overwhelming. It was as if everything he felt, she could too. At the same time, she was moments away from passing out, her climax reaching its peak. 

“Sitri…I can’t…I’m about to lose it!” Astra cries and grabs his forearms tightly as she throws her head back, her walls closing even tighter around his cock as spasms rippled through her core. For a moment she thought her heart stopped, but the gentle kisses of Sitri let her know that wasn’t the case.

“That’s it…just like that, Astra.” Sitri saying her voice so sweetly made her whimper as another wave of pleasure hit her, this time a bit of fluid coating the other’s cock as he pulled out and slid back in to help her ride it out. “We can stop here for now…it’s a lot of you to take this much energy. Normally, you’d be able to exchange much more and receive more but this is enough. We’ll try again at a later time.” 

Astra felt her exhaustion hit like a brick wall, limbs heavy and the wild thumps of her pulse finally regulating and slowing to a normal state. She looks at Sitri with tired eyes, reaching out to him to gently cup his cheek, his lips kissing her palm. 

“Sleep well,” Sitri says, his nails gently tracing her jaw down to her chest. Astra smiles weakly before closing her eyes, Sitri’s swollen cock still deep inside of her until she is softly snoring. He removes himself reluctantly, wishing he could stay like this with her for a while longer. But he knew well. 

“Someday, I’ll do what I want to with you…and that’s when I’ll let you know my true feelings.” He says, picking her up into his arms as they sat in the manifestation of Minheyok’s room in silence. The steady beat of her heart intertwined with Sitri’s being the only thing that played like music in his ears.

[dr-catherine-sherman-owens]

The Other Catherine

A non-cannon Tumblr Town story...

The foundation never mourned. It wasn't how they functioned; it was more useful to them not to "waste time" on such things. But now, I didn't work for them anymore. I don't think I ever learned how to mourn. So I decided to do the one thing I did whenever I wanted to learn something : research.

I had looked up everything on the topic online that I could find, read books from the library, and much more. I learned how people mourned their loved ones through history, from the sarcophaguses of the ancient Egyptians, to the mourning chairs of the 1860's, to the flowers of today. I had become morbidly fascinated with the topic... but there was one thing left to do. I hadn't seen any of it for myself.....

It was a Friday night, around a little before 9 pm. Late enough so people wouldn't question where I was, but early enough that I wouldn't be trespassing. I walked through the rows where there was grass instead of flowers so I wouldn't disturb anything. It was surprisingly calm for an area deemed terrifying by pop culture and urban legend. But then I saw something that made me do a double take. A grave, incredibly dusty without a single flower surrounding it. The only word that was visible on the grave shook me : Catherine. I carried just about anything on me, a habit I had picked up working for the foundation, allowing me to have a small dry sponge in my pocket. It wasn't much, but it would work to clear the dust......

My suspicion was incorrect. I sighed in relief as I saw the last name, quite different from my own. Clearing more of the dust, I found the dates : 1929-1965. She had lived through the Great depression, WW2, and the Civil Rights Movement.... After my visit to the graveyard, I still found myself curious about this woman. What I found online about her was quite sorrowful. She had found her eldest brother dead when she was 17 and wasn't able to do much in her life. I felt pity for the poor lady, despite me not knowing anything else about her.

That's when I started a strange habit. I continued to visit the graveyard on Friday nights, going to her grave and keeping it clean and nice looking. I left flowers for her despite the fact that she was a dead stranger. After about a month, there were a little over 20 flower plants that I had left for her. Curious things had started happening to me after that month. At first, I thought they were coincidences or luck. But they got more frequent and larger. Just missing a wet floor that had no sign to alert others, going out of a bedroom muttering about a lost item and coming back into the bedroom to find what I'd lost on the bed. I had started to wonder what could have caused this.... after all, I had many experiences with being that could cause things like this back at the foundation....

It took until the 2nd Thursday of the month to find out. May 9th, 2024. I went into my bathroom to find a message clear as day written within the fog of the mirror : "Thank you for keeping my resting place tidy and floral. - Catherine Grey."

@the-belle-siblings

[object-obsession]

CoC/Clash Royale > The Log, Sparky and possibly more...?

Inanimate Object Characters List | Entry: 55

The big, solid, wooden Log~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and Mommy Sparky~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) are next on the list!

Digital cookie 🍪 for you again if you got the references. Heheh.

Characters: The Log, Sparky

Those two definitely possess some degree of sentience. There's a whopping 6 emotes of the Log conveying different emotions (I need more, though - please, I'm for real) and 4 emotes of Sparky.

The Log is hinted/shown to be sentient through:

Its card description saying: "A spilt bottle of Rage turned an innocent tree trunk into "The Log". Now, it seeks revenge by crushing anything in its path!"

The emotes: Love Log, Crying Log, Glorious Log, Angry Log, Logmas, Lumberjack Logmas

Its own song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-FJQglAeVo

Christmas themed animations: [from the Clash of Clans animations "No More CLASHMAS?!"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O__Lo2FQJKo and [from the Clash-A-Rama! episode "'Twas The Night Before Clashmas"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCMJenY-iZI

I believe a Log called "Pam the Log" will also be a main character in the fourth installment of the book series "Books of Clash". Update on this once the book gets released.

Sparky is hinted/shown to be sentient through:

A loading screen hint saying: "Calling Sparky a trash can on wheels hurts her feelings."

The emotes: Sparky Surprise, Sparky New Surprise, Sparky Love Box, Sparky Electric Heart

The pronouns used for Sparky, which are feminine (she/her).

Animations: [from the Clash Royale animations "Clash Royale: NEW CARD REVEAL ⚡ ELECTRO GIANT"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXVjltC4ZGo and [from the Clash-A-Rama! episode "Go Sparky Go!"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiHix623sTk

And then there are a bunch of characters which I'm not sure about whether they are sentient or not.

Like, the Inferno Tower and Mortar both got emotes in which they show signs of being alive (Inferno Tower blinks, Mortar shows a droplet after failing to launch a ball well - indicating embarrassment).

Characters(?): Inferno Tower, Mortar

Just like how we got a Mortar emote conveying emotions, I need the developers to do the same for the X-Bow and Tesla. I mean, I once came across a random YouTuber's video in which they animated a dancing X-Bow emote and ever since I saw that, I NEED IT BADLY.

Furthermore, in [Clash-A-Rama! episode "Giant vs. Giant Problem"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KOohzZfoss, a Giant fights a Level 10 Cannon in a wrestling ring. The Cannon is referred to as "the Champ". And in [Clash-A-Rama! episode "Hog Rider Rides Again"] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUFj0fmKolc&t=464s, a Bomber interacts with his bomb. The bomb has strong, apparent anthropomorphic features. Poor bomb was cheated on. Dark.

Characters: the "Champ"/a Level 10 Cannon, a Bomber's bomb

Some people argue that all Building may be sentient, as they are not confirmed to be operated by Troops, like the Flying Machine, for example. Needless to say, I approve of this hypothesis.

Video games: Clash of Clans (2012/2013), Clash Royale (2016) | Webseries: Clash-A-Rama! (2014-2023)

The series could be ongoing, but I'm not sure of that.