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doodledwarf · 2 months
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found this drawing from last year. ❤️ What a great movie
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stardustpinkart · 2 years
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We dont really get too much look in certain members of the family. Hopefully if they do an Encanto tv series we will(id love it if the animation style was the same as Tangled Tv series). But from what I get off Felx he gives off a very positive energy. Warm, friendly, CLEARLY loves his wife(like Gomez Addams level adoration).
I hc hes very laidback, friendly, always trying to make people feel good, cracking jokes, making them laugh, great with the kids. So heres a lil 6/7 year old Mira and Cami getting playful tickles in the form of a cheesey little kids would eat up joke :)
“How do you make an Octopus laugh? You give him TEN-TICKLES!”
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Yay I did it, this is Mirabel in my mother of light AU one of the Humans are space orcs prompts I posted the other day. The lights are the parasitic like lifeform in their adult stage of life, Mirabel calls them fairies. they can leave her body as adults but can't be more than a hundred meters from her. They can shape shift into nearly anything and create materials from her or other emotions.
plz don't repost but re-blogs are loved
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scipunk63 · 2 years
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Another thing about Abuela Madrigal!
In the scene where Luisa is crying over "losing her gift", she clearly expresses to Abuela what was wrong. She felt overworked, was able to confined in her little sister that she was feeling stressed about overdoing things, tried to do less, immediately felt guilty, and tried to overdo it again. Never once blaming Mirabel for any of it.
And what is Abuela's response?
To blame MIRABEL for Luisa's stress and telling her firmly not to speak to her sister until she (Abuela) had a chance to talk to her. Luisa just expressed that she was the cause of her stress and she felt comfortable confiding in her sister and Abuela ignores all that and cuts the two sisters off instead.
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summerfrwrks · 2 years
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loving moments part 1
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(ready to read at Ao3) the moments we share
Pairing: Mariano Guzmán/Dolores Madrigal
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
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The moments Dolores and Mariano share before Casita broke down.
(Previously named: Moments in Between.
Age references of timeskips are provided at the end notes in Ao3)
Author’s highlight (author’s favorite part/ part they liked writing the most or found most entertaining):
“Dear Mariano, have you met our wonderful Isabela?”
Abuela introduces Isabela to Mariano, sharing praises and attempting to be subtle with her matchmaking. Setting up a foundation of interest for the pair. It was then that her Tio Bruno’s words came back to her. His vision about her being in a complicated situation with the future love of her life.
From then on, she does her utmost best not to be attached to the kind and musical boy. But if she were to look back behind her that night, to even take a glimpse of the young boy trying to pay attention to the Madrigal matriarch, she would have seen a disappointed Mariano wishing to ask her for a dance.
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magicalmadrigals · 2 months
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I once wrote a one shot about smol Isa climbing into Mira’s cot with her when she cried when she was a baby and giving her snuggles because her mama and papa were busy and she was the best big sister. A friend of mine drew it for me (I loved it) and I can’t find it and I’m so sad 😭
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@sokkas-first-fangirl I'd been planning to do a sequel to Dolores and sad Bruno, then you wrote a beautiful little fic and it gave the idea more shape! Thanks for writing!
I love the idea that piling children on Bruno when he’s depressed helps a little.
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Mirabel the Miracle Maker au
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Ok, so this starts out as Mirabel making a doll for Pepa named Antonio (in an attempt to get attention and love from her family). Pepa took him, but she only ever held him once or twice. after that, he was just left in the corner collecting dust. Mirabel didn't like that and took him back(Pepa didn't care) and began to care for him and basically claimed him as her own. And then after one year of caring for him, Antonio came to life on her 10th birthday.
This was very shocking for the family. She had no gift and no door why was he alive? Mirabel had a sudden realization that she could bring dolls to life so she started making more. This news got out into the town and some people started asking if she could make them pets or children and she gladly accepted the challenge.
As for her family. She didn't care about their validation anymore she had a real purpose now. something that could actually help people(not that she took any of her family's gifts for granted). Alma tried to connect with Mirabel after that but she wasn't having it. All those years of neglect from alma and NOW she wanted to do something with her? Mirabel politely declined Alma's offer. Mirabel will only help if she had the energy to not because she has to.
The town respects that she needs time to herself. So if one of the villagers asked for a child/pet and Mira said she needed a break they would accept it and leave her be. they know she will get to it at some point.
The village was so pleased and grateful for her gift that they made her a shop on her 13th birthday. It had thread, needles, clay, backup sewing machines, fabric, just everything she needed.
On the banner in front of the shop, it said "here's where miracles happen" Mirabel was so happy she cried so much. She didn't leave that shop until she fell asleep there and Luisa had to carry her out
As for the children they can range from regular sized or as tall as your pinky/index finger. She can make them any age you want and they can look however you want.
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I am in love with this au so much(possibly more than the others)!!! if you have any questions or ideas/prompts my ask box is open! If not I hope you like this au as much as I do. likes and comments are appreciated.
As always thank you @gamerbearmira for the ideas
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mirabel madrigal from encanto
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Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto pisses in antis' shoes!
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khsupergeekartblog · 2 years
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Another commission done! This one was for @zarathesilentgamer! These were a lot of fun to do and really just made me happy how they look!
[OG character designs]
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rockinraye · 2 years
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being the mirabel of the family is so eye opening
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gamerbearmira · 5 months
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Karate kid au
Imagine how shocked the triplets are when they see their 66-year-old (I'm talking about when Mirable was 6) mother chop a wooden board in half. Scratch that, imagine them finally knowing that their mother knows karate. How they knew that Alma throwing a chancla at them was her being merciful.
I feel like at different ages Alma taught Mirabel different things. From 6-10 she taught her karate, from 10-15 she taught her how to use guns, machetes, katanas, and how to throw knives/daggers. (I remember in your wild west au Mirabel had a deadeye, which made it better for her to shoot so incorporated it in here). 
So, in this au, Mirabel gets her deadeye from Alma. They both can shoot from anywhere, as long as they have an eye on it. Alma instantly knew Mirabel had a deadeye because the very first time she held a gun; she shot a target in the direct spot she was supposed to. And of course, Mirabel has perfect aim because she practiced so much. 
Mira’s parents were surely against Mirabel holding weapons at such a young age. But alma assured them she was in safe hands and always took safety precautions to make sure nothing went wrong. And casita makes sure that when Mirabel isn’t in the training studio, the door is locked so no one below the age of 18 can touch anything inside the training studio without Alma’s permission and supervision. 
Training studio
Ok, so the studio has a wide range of weapons starting from Guns; revolvers, colts, rifles, pistols. Swords (all originated from Japan): Katanas, Tachi’s, Aicuchi’s, Ninjato’s. Combat knives, daggers, Combat tactical knife, classic bowie, throwing knives, and of course the machete. All of these weapons are what Alma used to use in her old school and keep in her older years as well. 
Casita made these little “opponents” for Mirabel to fight to help her train better. They’re honestly just walking plush mannequins. There are a few punching bags in there too, as well as chop boards. Mirabel chopped a board in half by the time she was 12, Alma couldn’t be anymore proud because when she was 12, she did the exact same thing. 
All of the madrigals have been inside the studio but only to look at everything and watch some of Alma’s training skills. 
Also, no one in the family likes that Alma sometimes takes the training outside of the studio, like at the breakfast table. Like the woman will just throw a butter knife at Mirabel to see if she catches it, she does but it still nearly gives Julieta and Agustin heart attacks.
 
But Alma let everyone know that she can throw a knife at someone and still not directly hit them. It’s all a matter of intent. She’s a little offended that everyone thought she was that reckless towards her own granddaughter. 
Oh and because of Mirabel’s parkour knowledge, that girl bounces off the walls…literally. She rarely takes the stares in casita, nor does Alma. And outside, Mira loves to run across the roofs of people’s houses to get where she needs to. 
Once a woman came to Alma and told her she should “tame” her granddaughter a bit more because “Ladies shouldn’t behave that way”. Man did she give that woman a full earful in front of everyone. It was talked about for weeks, and after that little situation Alma made it her business to parkour across roofs too AND wear pants outdoors. 
She also lets Mirabel keep her scars too, to Alma, the scars mean she’s growing and learning like kids are supposed to. Alma had gained some scars from roughhousing with some mannequins and she’s quite proud of them.
Alma also taught Mira how to forge her own weapons, so she has many colorful weapons that she made sit in the studio such as; knives/daggers, swords, brass knuckles, and dynamite (firework kind). 
 visual differences from canon;
Mirabel has gained quite a few from just being the clutz she is and from roughhousing. She mostly has small scars on her arms, legs, and some on her face. Not to mention her clothes and herself are covered in dirt. Not like she cares. It’s the same for Alma as well. Julieta doesn’t exactly like that they keep scars because they’re both at risk for infection but Alma assures her she knows how to properly care for scars. 
Mirabel carries around her machete, just to let all her old bullies know not to f around and find out. Mira mostly wears pants because her dress has been snagged on so many things. Alma only wears pants for training but does wear them outside from time to time. 
Honestly this au has a little room for angst but let me know what you think. 
WOWWWWWW
Um first. Very cool, love the fighting. Uhhhhh. Guns, I don’t. Don’t give guns to little kids. If at all, I don’t even thinks guns would be a thing 🤕 but a machetes, throwing knives, maybe (imported???) swords in older ages is very cool 🌚 EVERYTHING ELSE. SO COOL. Imagine being able carry around a machete. So rad.
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AND DEADEYE RAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️ also training studio. Very cool, keep it locked. Because. Sharp stuff. As for visual differences. I don’t blame Julieta 😭😭 her whole thing is healing people, and her own mother and daughter literally have refused to be healed at times. Like I’d have an existential crisis, what’s point of healing anyone if you can’t heal your own family. Like bro 😮‍💨
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stardustpinkart · 2 years
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Encanto Crossover! These are ocs so, a lil context I guess is needed ^^’
This small group of children are from my story “Little Witch Miyako Chan”. They live in a magic village called “Charmwood” and get into all sorts of adventrues and mishaps. Along the liens of My little pony?
Often they fall into there adventures, and, thats the case here. The fell down a mountain tunnel like Alice down the rabbit hole into “Encanto”, and meet and become guetss of the amazing Madrigal family.
This is supposed to be post movie so the characters are all there and nicer or more sorted out than they were before. I imagine Alma would be suspicious of any outsiders, even children before? And thats not unwarranted if you look at in a more sinister light. In real lif alone its not uncommon to use women or children to get peoples guards down(lets not even get into child soldiers).
In any case this is meant to be a bit softer so, yes. There kids, there all alone, they offer them a room for the night in Casita(there all bundled together in a comfy area, the nights plenty warm enough).
I will reblog images with them interacting with the family and possibly even taking them back to there own village.
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argent-l-p · 2 years
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Of Stones and Statues
One Shot based on my interpretation of the Encanto Madremonte AU by the lovely @c-rose2081
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The marble statues of the gods were some of the most fascinating pieces of art Mirabel had ever dreamed of seeing. When she was a little girl, her father had taken to bringing the then tiniest Madrigal to the library, having no other ideas in trying to connect with her, to read and learn. It became her most favorite place to be, the building filled with every book that could have been carried in the last sprint for sanctuary.
It had been one of the rainiest days that month when she found the book on the statues. It was scuffed up, water stained, and squeezed between two other books of a different genre, but it soon became her greatest treasure. She went as far as sneaking it home to keep in order to stare at the wonders of the ancient world. There in its many pages, were the sketches and images of carved marble stretching, flexing as if the very figures themselves would unfreeze and move. To Mirabel, everything about them was perfect down to the stone.
After her ceremony, the marble she had so greatly admired and wished to see became a reminder that even beauty of the highest order could house pain in its divinity.
When the marble scales began to appear, she had been confused. It had only been a few short weeks following the failed Gift Ceremony, but she could still feel the sting of rejection from a miracle that had blessed everyone except her. This had to be her gift, right? There was no other explanation that the five-year-old could think of, no differing form to logically explain the small smattering of white stone dotting her knees. They had appeared over time, first starting as the flaking of dead skin inconsequential and mundane, but as she picked and peeled the skin the white stone began to peek through. By then, it was like a small dusting of marble had flaked away from the chipping of a statue on to her.
She had gone to her mother, both alone in Casita, she did so with a gigantic smile on her lips, but as she told Julieta, it started to slip away as an expression of fear began to paint itself where only happiness should have been. Mirable had been picked up and swiftly taken back to the nursery, her mother abandoning the dough she had been kneading, her heartbeat strong and fast.
When she was set down, Julieta crouched down to her height and grabbed her shoulders, "Mija, are there any other stones on your body?" And as children do, she told the truth.
"I think so? They're under the itchy bits Mami."
As she was checked over, patches of newly appearing dead skin were found all over her body. On her back, down her spine, on her shoulders, there seemed to be no untouched part of her body that didn't have the beginnings of white marble coming to the surface. Her mother had paled with each new patch and looked so close to tears by the end of her examination that Mirabel had begun to think that maybe this wasn't a gift after all. Julieta stood up quickly, vertigo making her vision swim, turned around and locked the door. When she faced Mirabel and said, "Bebe, this might hurt a little bit, but it's for your own good, entiendes?"
It was there that she had begun to accustom herself to the feeling of separating skin from stone. When she had been small it had only felt like peeling dead skin off the newer layer, but as she got older it begun to sting like a thorn being taken out and then it was utter agony as the marble entrenched itself into her very flesh. Soon, even the exposed layer began to give her issues as the top of the marble covered skin would rub the surrounding skin raw, creating sensitive areas that wouldn't heal and its progressive invasion of her body caused an ache so deep that she felt like her bones were grinding together. When the first of the blisters appeared, her mother made food especially for her and when there was no effect, liquid bandage was administered. It became clear that while the concoction of pure healing worked on non-magic induced injuries, it would not work on the majority of the ailments that Mirabel would have to suffer through.
(On the day Julieta realized her Gift would never be able to help her daughter, the candle flickered with her grief and Pedro Madrigal wept.)
Mirabel's life was a series of high peaks and low valleys, her pain dictating her life as the marble weighed her down. On the day's that she would go out and explore, the marble felt like an ever-present heavy weight on her body, an extra addition that didn't impede her life. But, just as there were days when the sun shined, there were days were rain clouded the sky. On these days, Mirabel couldn't even find the strength to stand from her bed, the rock pulsing in time with the beating of her heart and veins of liquid agony lancing through her body. It came to a point her mother had to search for sedatives in order to provide some form of relief in the times she was so wracked with pain she lost consciousness.
The excuse was always a migraine; always a migraine. It had been common for Julieta to get them at Mirabel's age and it would explain their reoccurrence. She would always be sequestered to the nursery and when Antonio was born, she would stay in her room. On those days, Mirabel was alone and suffered as flesh and bone ground against stone. Her muscles spasming with every movement that aggravated its unwelcome intruder. Some days she feared her veins would be split open and spill her blood; that she would fall asleep one day and never wake up the next morning. Her body was not her own then, betraying her as it bent to the will of pain.
There were weeks where all Mirabel had was her mind. Drunk on sedatives and muted pain, she would retreat within her thoughts, diving into the farthest corners to escape reality. On those days, when her mother or her sister would try to grab her attention, she was farther than they could ever reach. It was like her soul had left her body behind and flew away.
Mirabel learned how to lessen her pain before it could be worsened. She learned to move in small increments in the mornings in order to test her body, how to hide the rubbed raw skin, and the best ways to remove the crawling scales of stone that would grow past the edges of her blouse and skirt. Pain had been her companion for many years, and its various forms were no strangers to her.
When she and Isa had come back, it had been with an adrenaline filled rush of movement. She hadn't noticed the state of her body until they had been safely tucked far away in the highest canopy they could find. It had been when Isabela had let her down from her back that she noticed the very visible marble that had appeared on her arms that hadn't been there when she had- well, when she had died.
It had been pure instinct when she reached out to peel the marble off, but she stopped. What use was it to hide the evidence of the faults in the family? She had lived with this for so long seeing it as a curse, but staring at the stone that she had so adored when she was young, she couldn't find it in herself to hate it. Even if she knew that soon pain would make itself known. Glancing at Isabela, where the older woman began to command the branches into a cradle, she catalogued her own changes, skin showing itself where bark and plant used to be, and took comfort in knowing that at least she wouldn't be alone in her suffering.
When she had first found Isabela after their initial meeting during the night of the failed gifting ceremony, she had found that in the hours she should suddenly feel the aching when with her protector-rock-Isa, the older woman was the only person who could help her to feel better. It had happened slowly, Mirabel lounging against Isa with her back pressed against her front when she felt the tell-tale signs of an incoming bout of discomfort that would herald later days of drugged peace. As she shifted, waiting to see if she would have to make a break for Casita, the pain stayed constant. Oh, it never lessened, but it never worsened either. It was like just being in contact with her sister kept the pain at bay.
From then on, whenever she had felt the beginnings of a bad day when she was with Isabela, she would just curl up into her side. Isa never minded, going as far as to pull her in and curl her much longer body around her own. They never knew why, but Mirabel understood that whatever the cause, her friend and protector had become her sanctuary in full. With Isabela, she had felt safer than she had with anyone else. Where Luisa would only receive tears of frustration and a blank stare, Isa had managed to pull laughs and smiles from her sunshine. And where Julieta hoped to lessen her pain with natural sedatives, Isabela did so with only an embrace.
Isabela would notice her discomfort, wrap herself around her sister, and sooth her, low rumbles that mimicked lullabies. She relished in the days where she could be with Isa; rain or shine, the forest creature never failed her like so many had done before.
The morning after their flight from Casita, Mirabel was woken up by the dulled sensation of aches and bruises littering old and new spots on her body. She was used to this, the build up from zero to a hundred, and waited for the branches of liquid fire to intensify, but it didn't happen. As consciousness returned to her, she peered down at her skin and stretched her leg ever so slightly bracing herself for whatever sensation may cripple her. However, as she did so, a surprising development began to make itself known. "There." she thought, "But-but it's different."
Where she would usually feel the sharp, burning pain in the joints of her knee, there was a pain, yes. But it felt...better? Yes, better. Looking down at her body, she saw bruises from their fast-paced run, but when she pressed down on her knees there was no sharp sting of hurt. The only thing that ached were the bruises.
As she slowly pulled her body upright from where she had been resting against Isabela's side in their nest of vines and branches, she began to do things she hadn't done in a very, very long time. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling them pop and stood up. While there was pain, she felt like she could push it aside; So that's what Mirabel Madrigal did.
Her mind clear of any crippling agony, she began to climb. Even when she heard the shifting of branches below her, ready to catch her should she fall, she didn't falter. When she reached the very top of the tree she looked out at the world from her spot in the branches and grinned widely. Feeling a shaking from under, she looked down at her sister on the branch below. Isabela was watching her, a small smile forming on her lips and she rumbled when Mirabel turned to her. As she climbed up to her and sat on the same branch, Mirabel hugged her tightly and was squeezed equally in return, "It doesn't hurt anymore, Isa!" Tears began to leak from her shut eyes, dripping down her cheeks, "Ya no me duele!"
For the first time in a decade, the curse that had scarred her didn't hinder her movement and force her body to bend. Where there used to be marble anchored within her, invading her body and grinding against her skeleton, there were only surface level patches like she first witnessed when she was a child. They would flake off on their own accordand went without stinging. She felt lighter than she had in years.
In the following week Mirabel ran and climbed more than she had in the past ten years of her life. Pain was a given, yes. How could it not be when she fell or scraped her hands and knees? But where she would have been bed ridden and drugged, she ran and laughed as she was playfully chased by her sister. The stormy days that used to lurk on the horizon seemed to turn into the light sprinkling of water droplets, becoming something closer to normal.
Mirabel would never fully rid herself of the marble, but looking at the patches now from her place in the hollow of their tree, she began to see the beauty in the stone she had so adored again.
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the-little-robyn · 2 years
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Headcanon/idea time. Don't know if it would make sense or work in this scenario but it's been in my head for a while and i want to let it out.
Okay so, Preemie baby!Mirabel got sick alot and there are some sickness that even Julieta can't heal. so the only thing they can do is try to feed baby!Mirabel as much healing food as they can and wait. One time when Mirabel was around 1 year old, she got a horrible fever and none of Julieta's cooking can heal her.
The family then seeks help from the village's old doctor. The doctor is an old woman who use to heal the townspeople before Julieta got her gift and she's still occasionally treat people if Julieta is not available for some reason.
Anyway, the doctor suggested that it's probably best to leave Mirabel at her home for a few days so she could treat her and she would be on stand by if there would be any emergency. The Madrigals was very reluctant at first, especially Julieta who can't imagine her baby being away from her while she's unwell. The doctor asure the family that Mirabel is in good hands and eventually, they gave in (very hesitantly tho).
Mirabel spent 4 days with the doctor at her house and during those days felt like torture for Julieta. She can't sleep, her appitite was gone and at one point, she cried in her husband's arms. Julieta was alowed to visit Mirabel but it doesn't last long because she has work to do. When she was not at work, she just stare into space wondering when will the doctor bring her sweet baby girl home.
4 days later, Mirabel's fever went down and although she's still a little sick, she is allowed to go home. The doctor brings Mirable back to the casita and Julieta was the first to welcome Mirabel home. Pretty much snatching her baby from the doctor's arms and planted kisses all over her daughter's face and let out tears of joy. Eventhough Mirabel was only away for a few days, it felt forever for Julieta and she's not going through that ever again.
Alrighty that's it. Again it doesn't make a whole lot of sense but the idea of seperating Mirabel and Julieta is intresting even for a short period of time. I'm sorry, Julieta. i feel like such a horrible person for coming up with all of these scenarios.
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wybielune · 1 year
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There's a disney villains tarot, but I was wondering, which characters would be the major arcana for a disney good guys tarot? I've got-
Young hercules for The Fool
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Yen Sid as The Magician
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Rapunzel for The Star, although I can see and understand the temptation for her to be The Tpwer as well.
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And Bruno Madrigal for The Moon
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I could also consider rapunzel and mirable as female alternates for The Fool since I feel they fit the character pretty well too.
And yes. Hades for Death. Because of course.
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Although I can also see Abuela , Gepetto or Simba as death, as all of them lose something important to them but then a new type of life opens up for them.
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So, which characters do you have for which cards?
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