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We decide now.

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“But when they desire to clothe themselves the Valar take upon them forms some as of male and some as of female; for that difference of temper they had even from their beginning, and it is but bodied forth in the choice of each, not made by the choice [...]

“[Melkor’s] envy grew then the greater within him; and he also took visible form [...] as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head in the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire [...]”

Ah yes, the three genders: male, female, and volcano

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Table for reading regular playing cards for divination

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For When Shit is All Fucked Up:

1. - 2. WHAT THE: (Center Cross) The face of my current challenge. The crux of what hounds me. 3. ACTUAL: What is real about this situation? 4. FUCK: What is wrong about this situation? 5. ?: Where do I need more information? Where do I need to ask, research, and listen? 6. !: What can I do? What first steps can I take in action?

Hang in there loves!

Full post on the blog: http://www.interrobangtarot.com/blog

And if you like this spread, you might like some of my others: http://www.interrobangtarot.com/contents

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Hi Mommabean! I just want to spew out one of my fav classic yandere flavors - the manipulative royal advisor. They served Reader's parent, the previous monarch, who recently died under mysterious circumstances. Now that Reader is on the throne, the advisor continues to counsel them, but is really doing everything they can to make Reader utterly dependent on their advice. It's such a frightening and uncertain time in your life, but you have a loyal friend by your side to guide you.

Idk about you but it's a trope I love! Anyways I send you many sparkly virtual hugs, Momma!

Holy shit I completely forgot about this trope, and it's so fucking good?!?! THERE'S SO MUCH FUN POTENTIAL HERE!

-Mommabean (Great taste 10/10! Also thanks for the hug! Lemme send a million back UwU )

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Climbing

I draw bitties with bare feet a lot. It’s mostly because I think of their need to climb up things like clothing. Shoes just aren’t the best for that when you have little prickly claws instead. They probably take them off to do just that

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Sup, Baby Face

I drew a few bitty images weeks ago and this was part of the set I never got around to coloring. Nice to get it done!

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Have you done yandere minimum wage worker? I think the concept would be fun.

I'd like to point out that a lot of yanderes are minimum wage, it's just never the main topic

-Mommabean

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my dad has this crazy ass huge camera lens so we went out during the eclipse last night and got maybe one of my favorite photos i’ve ever had a hand in taking

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Hmm you look like a good fit for our business but you weren't able to answer our recruiters riddles three so we'll have to pass

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My Best Friend’s Uncle | Bruno Madrigal x Fem!reader Part 1?

A/N: I know I haven’t posted any stories in forever. I have had a ton of writer’s block. Zero motivation and zero inspiration. After watching Encanto I totally fell for Bruno. I thought he was so cute and adorable. So I sparked up some inspiration to write this.

You had to get up early to get ready for your best friend’s wedding. You quickly got dressed and grabbed your bridesmaid dress. You then quickly made it out of your house and ran to the Casa de Madrigal. Casita let you in. Once you entered you saw all of the Madrigals frantically making the preparations. Luisa was helping with any heavy lifting. Isabella was in charge of the flower arrangements. Pepa and Felix were sitting on the stairs. Pepa was rubbing her temples trying to calm herself down while Felix was consoling her. “My daughter is getting married. Just the other day she was receiving her gift and now she’s getting married.” She continued to mutter to herself. Felix turned away and looked up at you and gave a friendly smile. “Oye Y/N. Go on and head upstairs. Dolores is in her room waiting for you.” He stated.

You nodded and ran past them up the stairs. You reached Dolores’ room and knocked. The door opened a crack. You saw Dolores peaking out to see who it was. As soon as she recognized you she opened the door all the way to let you in. Once inside she closed the door and gave you a huge hug. “Dios mio, I’m so glad you’re here. I feel like everyone is freaking out and it is freaking me out. Mama is inconsolable if you noticed and everyone else is running around trying to prepare the house.”

“Nena, its going to be fine. Let’s focus on you.” You stated. Dolores already had her dress on and a robe over it. She wanted to wear her mother’s dress which made Pepa so happy. You watched her put her hair up the way she prefers to have it. You then grabbed her white headpiece she was going to wear. It looked like a bow but attached to it is her veil. You adjusted it to make sure it was even. Then you began to do her makeup. You opted to do a simple look on her that helped enhance her natural beauty.

Dolores looked in the mirror when you finished. “I look so different.” She said which freaked you out. “Si no te gusta dímelo y puedo cambiarlo.” You responded. She waved you off. “No I love it. Its not that I look different. I feel different. I’m getting married to Mariano. I just can’t believe it.” You smiled and gave her a hug.

“Don’t worry about me right now though. You need to go get dressed.” Dolores stated handing you your dress. She then began to shoo you out of her room. You looked over to the first floor and spotted Mirabel playing mediator. She wanted to make sure everyone was calm, relaxed, and not overdoing themselves.

You felt the tile under your foot nudging you to the direction of the bathroom. “Okay casita ya voy.” You walked in and locked the door behind you so you can change. Your bridesmaid dress was a solid red, Dolores’ favorite color. You walked out with your old outfit in hand. When a figure bumped into you. “Oh I’m sorry.” You apologized.

The cute man that bumped into you had curly dark hair that stopped right around his neck and dark eyes. He was wearing a green ruana. He looked at you wide eyed as if he almost knew you. “Bye” he stated and walked past you. You were confused and were about to say something to him but casita nudged you the other direction to Dolores’ room.

You knocked on her door and she let you in. “Aww the dress looks so cute on you.” She smiled. “Thank you.” You replied. She noticed the expression you had on your face. “That was my tío Bruno that you ran into. He doesn’t talk much. Well he does sometimes but not to new people.” She said nonchalantly as she was putting on her earrings.

You sat next to her in silence as you put your eyeliner on. You couldn’t believe that was Bruno. Camilo always said that man was like 7 feet tall with rats all on his back. From how he described Bruno you were intimidated but after actually meeting him you got the impression that he was more scared of you then you him.

You put on your red lipstick that matched the dress and then some mascara. You kept thinking about Bruno. You never got the chance to meet him. It was just last year that he resurfaced after being gone for ten years. Although you were curious to meet him you weren’t visiting the casa Madrigal that often this past year because Dolores was always out on dates with Mariano. Sure you could’ve gotten to know the other magical Madrigals but they all intimidated you. Dolores seemed to be the only Madrigal that didn’t intimidate you. You did like Mirabel from the little bit that you spoke to her here and there. She had a good heart and she was pretty different from the rest.

After finishing your makeup you put on your earrings. You couldn’t get Bruno out of your head. Wait. Do I have a crush on my best friend’s tío Bruno? The thought alone made you think you were going crazy. The man was a little over twice your age. You couldn’t deny he was really attractive though. Stop that!

“Y/N, are you okay?” Dolores asked breaking the silence. You turned to her with wide eyes. “Huh? Why wouldn’t I be okay? What makes you think I’m not okay? I’m okay, you’re not okay.” You stammered out. Dolores looked at you surprised. “Sorry I was just asking. You were pretty quiet.”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking.” You apologized. “About what?” She asked squinting her eyes. It felt like she was onto you. “Um your…tía Julieta’s arepas. Yeah.” You lied nervously. You knew she could tell you were lying. Your heart was beating rapidly. She knew that you knew that she knew you were lying. You thought she was going to say something about it but she didn’t. For that you were grateful.

“I’m uh…gonna go check on how your family is doing. Let me know if you need anything.” You broke the silence once again and got up. You walked out and went downstairs. “Ah Y/N. Its so good to see you. I didn’t see you come in.” Abuela said and gave you a friendly hug. You smiled “Its good to see you too. Everyone was everywhere by the time I came in so I just went upstairs to help Dolores get ready.” You replied.

“Would you like some café?” She asked you. You shook your head. “No thank you. I was actually wondering if there was anything I could do to help?” You asked. She thought for a bit. “Can you please check on my Brunito? I haven’t seen him this morning and I would like to make sure he is okay. He might be in his tower.” She replied.

You gulped at the thought of going to look for him but you couldn’t back down now. You did offer to help. You then nodded. She then handed you a small plate of Julieta’s arepas. “Can you take these to him with this tea?” She then handed you a mug filled with tea. “Thank you mijita. When you find him. Bring him down so he can help with the preparations outside.” You nodded and went upstairs towards his tower. The hallway was dark except the door. It had a faint glow. He didn’t seem to use his gift that much but it seemed like he was using it now.

You walked up to the door and knocked. There was no response. You slowly opened the door and walked in. You saw a large opening. You then saw a huge set of stairs that you were beginning to dread having to go up. You took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps with the plate and mug. You were so tired by the time you made it to the top. When you were on the top the stairs were separated from the second floor. “Uhh, casita? A little help please?” The stairs then began to move closer to the second floor. “Thank you.” You walked off and looked around. It was incredibly quiet and dark. This made you very nervous. You then saw a faint glow of green at the end of the hall. You followed it and peaked into the room. You saw sand swirling around Bruno that created a bright emerald green dome around him. You squinted trying to see what he was looking at.

It looked like he was seeing himself with a woman in a wedding dress. You assumed he was looking in to see how the wedding tonight will turn out but you realized the woman looked nothing like Dolores and Bruno was a little too close to her for it to be his niece. You then saw the woman kissing Bruno in the vision. Oh this must be a vision about him getting married. You were curious to see who the woman was. Then they separated and you saw them posing together for what appears to be a picture. You finally got a clear view of her face and it shocked you. The woman was you. You were supposed to marry Bruno. You had leaned in too much and it caused the door to open up all the way. The sand dropped around Bruno and he stared at you as he held an emerald slab. He looked at you then the slab. He threw it at the wall causing it to break.

“How long were you standing there?” He asked. “Umm n-not long. A-Abuela told me to come get you. Arepas!” You shouted holding up the plate and tea. He walked up to you. You could tell he didn’t believe you but he took the plate and mug. He took a moment to observe your face. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. “Thank you.” He stated. “Um…Abuela wanted you to come outside to help with the preparations.” He started to munch on an arepa. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you outside of his vision cave. In the hallway he stopped by a door you hadn’t noticed before. “Wait out here while I go change.” He went inside his bedroom and shut the door.

Now you stood in the hallway alone with your thoughts. You couldn’t believe what you saw. You were outside the bedroom of your future husband. It didn’t make sense though. He was twice your age. How would people react to that? How would Dolores react to that? You were going to marry your best friend’s uncle. Not to mention that Abuela might just faint hearing about this. Moments later Bruno stepped out. He was wearing a dark green button up shirt and black slacks. He looked very handsome in this slightly formal outfit. “You look nice.” You stated softly.

He blushed slightly. “Thank you. Um…so do you.” He returned the compliment. You smiled a bit and blushed. He cleared his throat than began to exit towards the stairs. You followed behind him. “You walk surprisingly fast.” You stated losing your breath a bit as you tried to catch up to him. He remained quiet the whole way down the stairs. “I guess Dolores was right about you not talking much.” You said. He stopped and looked at you. You stopped in your tracks and stared at him. “What?” He shook his head. “Nothing.” He continued his descent. We were almost at the bottom. “These shoes are really uncomfortable I can’t believe Dolores th- ah!” Your heal broke off from the shoe causing you to slip and tumble forward towards Bruno. Luckily you two were already towards the bottom so it wasn’t a terrible fall but you both hurt yourself. Bruno softened your landing though. “Ouch. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You asked him as you got off from on top of him.

“You’re very clumsy.” He stated as he sat up noticeably in pain. You furrowed your eyebrows. “It wasn’t my fault, the heal broke off.” You showed him your left shoe as proof. Bruno reached into his pocket to pull out an arepa. He then split it in half and handed you the half. “This should help with our pain.” He took a bite and got up like nothing happened. You took a bite of your half and instantly felt better. Bruno offered you his hand to help you up. When you took it he yanked you up causing you to get pulled close to him. You were now face to face with Bruno. You took a moment to observe his features. He had tired eyes with dark circles underneath. He had a slightly large nose but you thought it was cute and a perfect place to leave kisses. He also had a bit of a stubble on his face and smile lines.

He broke the eye contact between the two of you and turned towards the door without a word. “I saw your vision.” You stated. He took in a deep breath as he froze in place. He began to cross his fingers. He then pulled out a small little sack from his pocket. He opened it and took a pinch of salt out and threw it over his shoulder. He put it back. “No one was supposed to see that vision. Especially you.” He stated as he turned around to look at you. “I think I’m the only one other than you that should’ve seen it. It was my vision too. Not just yours.” He began to look around frantically then ran towards the door. You ran after him. As soon as he got to the door he began to knock on it. “Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock on wood.” Then he knocked the top of his head. You looked at him a bit confused. “How accurate are your visions?” You ask him.

He turned to look at you. “They’re never wrong.” He stated. “So I really am supposed to marry you?” You asked him. He began to knock frantically on the door again. “Y-Yes. I’m just as surprised as you are. I’m too old for you. I don’t understand. I-”

“You’re not too old for me. We’re both adults.” You cut him off. “We can’t say anything to anyone at the moment.” He stated. You nodded. “I agree. We need to focus on Dolores’ wedding.” He crossed his fingers then opened the door. You saw Dolores standing there looking at you both wide eyed. “Dolores! I…how much did you hear?” You asked. You fumbled to get to the door. You stood next to Bruno.

“I heard everything. ”

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Clipped Wings

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Encanto Flightless AU - Julieta (& Mira) Angst

*Take this with a grain of salt. I’m not sure if this is canon to the AU. Legit just idea spamming*

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Julieta wanted to be relived that her daughter was home safe. It had been three agonizing days of waiting and searching, wondering what had happened. Wondering if she’d ever return to them. She walked out of the jungle unharmed after that third day, but…not the same girl she had been when she’d entered. Her once playful eyes were dark, and her cheeks were shallow. She accepted the affection of her family willingly, but there was a numbness in it. Like she was simply going through the motions.

Bringing her back to Casita, Abuela was waiting. She looked as she always did, stern and unyielding. But Mirabel looked her in the eyes and said:

“I need to speak with you.”

And so the Madrigals watched in wonder as their little Mirabel was guided away from their love; guided away from their worry by Abuela’s great maroon wing and vanished into her room. Just as they had been doing for three days, the family waited. They watched the clock, and Dolores strained her ears to hear what was going on. But she couldn’t listen into her Abuela’s room; never could in the first place. When the door opened once more, it had been quite sometime. The family, peeking from inside the living room, watched as Mirabel turned to face her grandmother. She didn’t look any happier then when she had entered.

Abuela did though.

Her hawk eyes had softened, and she smiled good heartedly as her hand came to rest on Mirabel’s cheek. It was…strange. But Julieta saw not harm in it. Her daughter was merely tired from a long three days, and her mama was happy she had returned safely. That was all.

Except it wasn’t.

Things changed after that; little things at first which soon rolled into one large, concerning problem. It started with Mirabel’s glasses. The green frames disappeared from her face the day after she returned, replaced instead by a simple pair of gold and back ones. Not totally unusual, and when asked by Camilo about it, Mira shrugged and mumbled:

“Trying something new.”

And that was the end of it. For a week after that Mirabel barely left the Casita. She was like a ghost, wandering around the halls she once filled with her light. Her black glasses stayed, and soon other pieces of her clothing changed too. Her bright patterned skirt replaced with a flat, duller one. Her pink sandals now black and shiny slip ons. Her blouse, switched out to one that was void of any life. Day by day more color slipped from her daughters image, like it was being squeezed out of her one bit at a time.

When Mirabel tied her hair back in plain blue ribbons, Julieta knew something was wrong.

Mira hated having her hair back; she loved her bouncy black curls. It was a style she took great pride in. To have those curls slicked back and pinned into place? The worry began to crawl up Julieta’s throat, making her sick to her stomach. It was like the Mirabel she loved so much had been left back in the jungle somewhere, replaced by this shadow.

And Mirabel was a shadow.

She said very little these days, and when spoken to her words were flat, and demure. She spent more time with her Abuela then Julieta had ever seen before, lingering slightly behind wherever she went, like a child clinging to their mothers skirt. There hadn’t been any injuries; no stunts, or Monkey Tap, since she had returned. Her bike sat against Casita’s wall, collecting dust, seemingly forgotten. Normally Julieta would be pleased, after all she worried so constantly about her baby girl. But this? It’s not what she wanted to see.

The morning which marked two weeks since her return saw Mirabel dressed fully in her new bland tones and ribbons, sweeping the Casita’s mosaic. She was very intent on her task, and only nodded mutely as she was called to breakfast as usual. As everyone sat, Abuela held her hand to Pepa to stop her from sitting in her usual chair at her side.

“Mirabel,” Abuela said happily, “mi vida, come. Sit here next to me,”

Julieta blinked, Isabela’s eyes widened. If Camilo opened his mouth anymore his jaw would’ve hit the table. Mirabel did as she was told, delicately tucking her skirt to sit at the very edge of her seat, hands in her lap as she stared at her plate, “you look beautiful today, mi maravilla,” the woman complemented lightly as Mirabel nodded.

“Thank you, Abuela…”

“Sit up, niñita,” the woman chuckled, extending a hand to lift Mirabel’s chin.

Julieta saw it then.

In her face; in her movements. She was like a puppet on a string, pulled and changed to her grandmothers whims. Her eyes were pure black and empty like marbles, wide and doe-like, but ringed in dark circles from sleepless nights. Mirabel wasn’t lost…she was here. But she was hiding in her own skin, still as a statue as Abuela happily tucked at any loose curls coming from her bun, smoothing them into place against her temples. Mirabel was doing this to herself for the acceptance of her Abuela. For the acceptance of this family. The one person who never seemed to see her…now did.

Julieta had to leave the table quickly, making an excuse that she had forgotten something as she ran to the kitchen and was nearly sick in the washbasin. Her daughter…her little Mirabel. Clipping her own wings like this? Squeezing the life from herself just to be seen? Julieta placed both hands against her temples and trembled.

Across the tile counter, a crack formed before her very eyes.

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I need to make a clarification.

When I say Mirabel rides a bike in Flightless, I don’t mean casual riding through the streets of town, waving to people and stopping here and there for a break. Her family have wings that can stir up a breeze like a wind tunnel. Pepa can summon a Hurricane force gale with a single flap.

They are fast.

Mirabel had to learn quickly how to keep from being left behind. Which means she doesn’t do casual biking through the streets. She does fast paced downhill bicycle parkour. If it’s flat, or wide enough for her tire she can ride on it. That means streets and sidewalks, stairs, rails, and even walls if applicable. Road to busy? Head up, take the highway. Out of rooftop? Time to head down using narrow ledges, and sloped handrails. There’s a reason she gets the absolute crap beat out of her every time she goes out.

All of this in a skirt, and on a bike from the 1950’s.

Mirabel taught the local kids how to do this as well, so they all cause a ruckus together in a little urban MTB gang, much to the dismay of Julieta who has to heal them all every few hours.

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La dualidad de Mirabel

“It is said that a single beat of a butterflies wings can cause a Hurricane halfway around the world. Well…I am that Hurricane.” - M

What started as a sketch turned into angst, and I’m not mad about it. Just fussing a bit more with my problem child, don’t mind me ❤️‍🩹

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Feathers & Arepas

“You are perfect, just like this.”

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Flightless AU HC’s

- When a Madrigal is born, they are given a feather belonging to their mother to wear in their hair - to distinguish which part of the family they belong to. When they get their own feathers, they change out their mothers ‘baby feather’ for one or two of their own. Mirabel never got wings, so she still wears one of Julieta’s blue feathers.

- The gifting of feathers is considered a great honor, and a symbol of close kinship. Señora Guzmán has one of Abuela’s feathers (being one of her best friends), and Mariano has one of Isabela’s (as they are courting). Bruno gives one of his feathers to Mirabel later on.

- The husbandos wear their wives feathers on their outfits. Agustín wears Julieta’s tucked into his lapel, and Felíx made his into an earring.

- Mirabel goes through the most shoes in the house as she’s the only grandkid stuck consistently on the ground.

- Casita is made to house people with wings, meaning everything is large and well spaced. Mirabel has a hard time with this (she’s fairly short), which means she needs to climb and work a lot harder to get to anything.

- Mirabel can’t keep up with her family on foot when they fly off into the village every day, so she’s outfitted a bicycle instead.

- Mirabel constantly looks beat up and scuffed because she goes to fast, or takes jumps on her bike to feel like she’s flying, and ends up falling or crashing into things - much to her mothers chagrin.

- The kids in the village love Mirabel, and they collect bird feathers from the nearby jungle for her to make hair pieces out of. They also like making jumps from barrels and crates for her to do tricks on her bike for them - again, to Julieta’s exasperation.

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Had to redraw this scene, it’s my favorite in the movie. Julieta is 100% best mom ❤️‍🩹

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Yuuuppp. We need more Evil!Mirabel in the chat. So I’m contributing with a few doodles :3

Mirabel’s face is all scarred up because she touched the family candle at the age of 10 with bad intentions. As punishment the candle struck her with its magic, scarring her face and blinding her eyes. She can still kinda see with her glasses, but it’s not much.

If you have any other ideas or HC’s let me know. That’s all I have so far XD cheers

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A few images from the official Disney Encanto art book for all those interested! I don’t own any of the drawings in here obviously, but this team did a beautiful job producing this movie. There is so much love and color it’s astounding. A must have if you love the film ❤️