#sentinaels

all the characters, everywhere // @sentinaels

🎉 for characters that i want to write someday

an alternate/headcanon based/show leaning yet book inspired version of elena gilbert with anya chalotra (or banitha sandhu or charithra chandran) as her fc and the reasoning for that is the fact that there are two dead indian characters in the tvdeu, one who didn't even get a name and got devoured by malivore and one who's still alive but was written off so there is a grand total of four indian characters in the tvdeu: there was aimee bradley in tvd, portrayed by tiya sircar but she was killed because katherine wanted to make a point at the masquerade ball; there was gia, portrayed by nishi munshi, in the originals who was killed by klaus because he wanted to make a point to elijah; there was emma tig, portrayed by karen david, in legacies and we knew nothing about her other than the fact she was a witch and a guidance counselor and that she ended up with dorian and eventually moved away.

my very alternate and headcanon based take on maggie gilbert because she should have been in the show (and yes her fc would also be someone of indian descent).

a supernatural oc - she'd either be the daughter of dean and kali or sam and kali. she would be born from fire as a nod to draupadi's story.

marvel and/or dc characters of indian descent because there are many and i'm pretty sure i made a list detailing some of their adventures and also ocs belonging to the aforementioned universes.

two teen wolf ocs. dunno who or why or how but that would be fun. one oc would have a biiiig big crush on scott mccall and the other one would be younger and would carry a torch for hayden and liam.

libby rhodes with kritika bharadwaj as the fc. just because i can.

qcode podcast characters.

dnd/cr/dimension 20 ocs.

just a lot of ocs in general. i have so many ideas.

Salt, Spice, and Everything Controversial || Open!

[*Leans into the mic* Making Ganondorf hot doesn't make him a good character in TotK. In fact, he is very sloppily written and SUPER boring because they once again have continued the trend of just making him evil for the sake of evil instead of keeping the idea of him having motive and care for his people introduced in Wind Waker and, arguably, OoT to a very subtle degree. And TotK would have been a PRIME opportunity to showcase the more complex villain they STARTED to flesh out in previous incarnations and they just. Didn't. Instead, the substituted making him attractive for substance and it's a DISGRACE.

mun(day) questions / @sentinaels, @vigilantdesert, & @stygicniron

thank you lots for these! ♡ very fun to think about and answer! all under the cut because it's a doozy. i am not a concise person, what can i say :'D

jiang wanyin notices his mother's glare in the mirror, the scornful look etched deep into the tense lines of his face, the way his knuckles turn white and grip onto zǐdiàn as if it were his life line. he notices how his back is straight and shoulders pulled back, how his hair is always pulled up into its half - do; he notices how similar to his father he seems like this and almost dares to imagine his hands firm and guiding on his stature, reminding him daily what his future is. he notices flames razing in the darks of his pupils, sees blood on his hands, sees a gaping hole in his chest, and he sees an emptiness behind him that stretches for miles and miles.

but when people look at him, they notice how confident his stride is- how, with each step he takes, he is sure and unwavering and proud and resilient. they whisper how he is surely the lotus pier's leader, how he is a lotus in nature and word, that he is yunmeng's pride. they look at him and see a man who is capable, a man who has tortured and protected others from the branches and wisps of demonic cultivation. they look at him and they do not remember the boy who ran through yunmeng's roads. they look at him and do not remember how he would stand beside his shīxiōng as the said shīxiōng would barter for lotus seeds, peanuts, and alcohol. they look at him and do not remember the way he'd smile tenderly, the way he'd stare at his jiě and wish her the entire world and more.

they look at him and see him a sect leader worthy of all their love and respect, so they bow and they bow until foreheads hit the ground.

( the elders will speak over worn cups of tea, whispering amongst themselves as jiang wanyin strides down the roads of yunmeng- their eyes linger on the way violet - silver robes move like waves between the common folk and they look at him, they remember jiang fengmian and his two sons with their wooden swords. they look at him and remember jiang wanyin's smiling face, the way three puppies would run and he'd chase. they look at him and remember jiang wanyin with wei wuxian. they look at him and they see a man made of worn grief and loneliness. )

sometimes i wonder what’s going on in that head of yours . / from bella!

Meme Tag -- @sentinaels​

Link flushes slightly when he realizes the Queen has just asked him a question directly. He has only recently started living in the castle, training alongside his father to hopefully one day start formal training of his own. But his father has important business with the king today, meaning that Link has been largely left up to his own devices, wandering the castle grounds to try to find something interesting to do.

Mercy lounges on her back with the bonelessness of a pampered house-cat. Only instead of a feather bed, she’s lying on a fallen log that rests by the pondside. The colors are marvelous: sunlight dappling through the trees, wildflowers littering the grass in blues and yellows. Pretty little clearing she’s found, isn’t it? Babbling brook feeding into a playful little pond, surrounded on all sides by woods. Peaceful. No place for the likes of her, really. She toys with the petals of a wildflower she picked, twirling it to and fro. Then she lifts it in Gawain’s direction, batting black lashes. An offering? Maybe.

“Your — y’know. Duel.” Mercy wasn’t there, but she doesn’t have to be. Rumors spread; people talk. Especially about a fight to the death in Camelot’s front fucking yard. Knights. She doesn’t understand them. What’s the point of fighting fair and square when a quick knife to the back would do the job just as well and twice as clean?

tears of the kingdom.

❛ at my age ... well, very little surprises me. ❜ @sentinaels & morgan.

❛ your age ? ❜ an eyebrow arched high on her face as the girl looked around, posture relaxing in the wake of her interrupted prayer. it was a sentiment she had heard a thousand times, from her mother, her aunts, the elders of the gerudo, & it usually acted as a warning, a sign that a lesson was imminent, & that one should flee while they still had the chance. the urge to run, however lay dormant, her curiosity wakening instead as she peered through the shadows of the temple, drinking in the newcomer’s appearance. her age, she said, as if she had been there at the beginning of the world, but if pressed, nabooru would guess she had seen twenty – some years beneath the sun, thirty at a push.

❛ well, that might be true for you, but you got the drop on me for sure. i didn’t even hear you come in, ❜ a great feat of stealth indeed ; though carpets had been laid down to muffle the sound of people moving throughout the temple, footsteps still echoed endlessly, & though she had intended to lose herself entirely in prayer, beseeching the goddess of the sand as she never had before to grant her an answer, one ear had been cocked, as always, listening for any who might arrive, & interrupt her. perhaps her ears were not as sharp as she believed ; perhaps the other’s footsteps had been drowned out by the incessant melody which echoed through her mind, ever present, yet unable to be sung aloud.

❛ didn’t expect anyone else here so early, huh ? ❜ she hadn’t either, & she felt the faintest prick of irritation at the other’s presence. she had slept in the temple overnight in order to secure the peace & quiet of the early morning, had lit the surrounding candles to grant her light until the rising of the sun, had laid before the statue of the goddess all she would need in the act of her devotion, & had hardly closed her eyes before being interrupted. she wouldn’t cause an argument, not here, but the smile she gave the newcomer was not quite as genuine as she wished it to be, at a tightness at the corners of her mouth giving her away.