Okay so here are some more Disney Mirrorverse characters
Anger they didn't really change at all. They just made him slightly volcanic. He also has a sword (not pictured here).
Baloo basically looks like he walked out of a weird Furry version of Mad Max.
Baymax looks weird, it looks like they tried to integrate his power armor into his design. Not really a fan.
OH HI BEAST SOMEONE HAS BEEN TAKING LEVELS IN PALADIN HUH?
I like how they didn't really change Buzz's design. They just gave him a bigger gun.
Man if looks could kill Donald would already be in prison. I do like they made the effort to distinguish him from the KH version. The energy anchor is a nice touch too.
OKAY WHY IS DORY EVEN FUCKING HERE? Spare her the horrors of war I implore you!
I like this, its similar to her normal outfit, but clearly designed for combat with more maneuverability.
THIS IS THE MONADO'S POWER! I mean, EVE already has combat abilities, does she really need the flipper swords?
Again reminds me of Elsa's design. Its the same dress as the canon version, just designed for more maneuverability. And with big stupid WOW shoulderpads too. Also I guess she's just lobbing the poison apples at people now.
Yeah, remember Frank Wolff? Dwayne the Rock Johnson's character from the hit Disney Movie Jungle Cruise? Yeah no I don't either. Look, the movie had came out, they needed to promote it. Have Dwayne The Rock Johnson with a Swamp Thing arm.
This one is alright, feels like if they were making the edgy Pre MCU Frozone movie this is what he would look like.
Alright real big fan of this one. This looks like the Genie like a thousand years post Aladdin where he's become a powerful Genie lord and rules over his own kingdom and stuff. Just love the design here.
I like this. Pretty simplistic design.
Not gonna lie I could imagine canon Hades wearing this.
I think this is largely just a recolor of his canon costume. *checks* Not even a recolor, its basically just the same outfit.
Honestly never even seen Onward so I could not comment. It looks fine though, he looks like a DnD character.
So they took Judy Hopps and gave her a Zero Suit. I can dig it.
Again, this is something I could see Maleficent wearing.
So the question is how do they change up Maui for Mirrorverse? Answer, just make his tattoos glow. Its a cool effect to be sure.
this one is pretty good. No complaints.
I HAVE SEVERAL QUESTIONS. Why is Mike in power armor? Why is here here at all?
Pretty cute design, but I get the feeling Minnie isn't fully aware she's about to be going to war.
This is a nice design, its simple, and it builds subtly off Moana's normal look.
Why are his hands glowing? What does that add?
OH GOD THEY PUT OLAF IN A LITTLE CAPE I CAN'T. Why is he even here? Olaf cannot face the horrors of war. He looks so determined too like that face says "I'm about to kick some ass today!"
Okay the jacket is a bit much, but I am kind of digging the roulette wheel shield and the dice flail.
Again have note seen Raya, but this seems alright. Probably should make time for some of these newer Disney films, especially since I want to show support during the whole DeSantis....thing.
Really like this one, especially the sewing needle weapons.
Goddamn Scar, cut back on the vaping man! What the actual fuck with this one?
Okay I'm out of space for pictures in this one so gonna continue this in a part 2.
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on the brink of an unknown future
I'm back with more mirrorverse for OC kiss week day 4! @shivunin's Arianwen (Tabris) falls through an Eluvian and meets my Ariya (Tabris). Thank you for letting me borrow your girl! I hope I did her justice with this piece :3
Honorable mention to @exalted-dawn-drabbles, whose OC Talenna Ethera makes a guest appearance as the multiverse bartender
read it on ao3 here
Female Tabris/Female Tabris | Rated G | 2406 words | No CW
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Arianwen’s daggers were in her hand before she’d lit the lantern in her quarters. Quiet blanketed Vigil’s Keep, the distant sounds of the Wardens who’d returned with her fading into the night. Battered and bloody, she’d been looking forward to her first real bath in weeks. But—
There was a mirror. A mirror where one hadn’t been before. Where it didn’t belong.
It was tall and beautiful, as such things go. Burnished glass framed in dark metal that twisted like branches at the peak and pooled like roots at the base. Artistry that was out of place against the simple Fereldan stone of the Vigil.
And out of place in general. It hadn't been here when she left. She'd had no word that it would be here now. Never a particularly good sign—she'd certainly encountered stranger attempts on her life, if not more confusing.
Gripping her daggers, Wen crept along the perimeter of the room. Her sharp gaze never left the mirror.
Nothing else was out of sorts. None of the furniture shifted, her desk undisturbed, no odd shadows lurking in the corner. Appeased, but still wary, Arianwen approached the mirror.
Her own reflection stared back: fraying braid, scarred face, grimy, spattered armor. Nothing unusual. When she brought her palm to the frame, the metal was cold and solid under her hand.
Not a hallucination, then. Probably.
The thing to do would be to call the others. Ask the Seneschal when the thing had been delivered, if it had, in fact, been delivered and not planted here as a means to kill her. But no sooner had the thought crossed her mind then the surface started to glow.
Wen hissed and dropped her hand as if burned. The mirror rippled like she’d thrown a stone into still water; smooth glass turned to a million small sharp edges. Sparkling shades of purples and blues lit up the chamber like sunlight through a diamond. Arianwen held her daggers ready, but the threat she expected never materialized.
Of course it didn't. It was a bloody mirror.
Still, she was curious. She took a few wary steps forward and reached out so just the tips of her fingers brushed the sparkles. No energy arched out, nothing zapped her for the exploration. Whatever the glass had become, it buzzed against her skin, an icy hum.
And was that...laughter? Wen frowned, leaning forward to hear better. That was her mistake.
The not-glass of the mirror locked onto her hand and tugged her forward. Swearing under her breath, Wen struggled to yank her arm free. But it was a battle already lost. In a last, desperate, effort, she unsheathed a dagger and threw it at the door of her chambers.
It connected with a solid thunk, vibrating slightly, then the darkness swallowed the Warden Commander whole.
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She landed on her feet, as she always did. Daggers still in hand and braced against the scuffed wooden planks, she took in her surroundings.
It was…a tavern? A decent sized room with a smattering of tables and a tall rack of liquor bottles behind a long, smooth bar. Heads turned on her entrance, but there was barely a dip in the noise as they all returned to their conversations without missing a beat. Wen frowned, scanning the room suspiciously.
“You lost, falon?”
“That’s just rude, Talenna. Of course she’s lost.”
“I’m not lost,” Wen snapped out. A reflex. She wasn’t lost, she could see, which meant she could find a way out. That wasn’t lost.
Her eyes finally found the welcoming committee. One was leaning at the back of the bar, a smirk pulling at the purple tattoos that branched across her cheekbones. Across from her sat another elf, barefaced and wearing armor that glinted a familiar pattern of silver and blue.
A glance back showed the portal she’d fallen through was a similar mirror, though now it lay cold and flat and dark. With little other choice, she sheathed her daggers and approached the bar. Her skin prickled with the wariness of an unfamiliar place.
The Warden kicked out an empty barstool. Wen caught the back of it, but did not sit down. Not just armor, she realized as the Blight sense stirred within her. The woman was and actual Warden. But not one she knew. From Orlais, perhaps? Or the Marches—it wasn’t as though she’d had extensive contact with the Order beyond Ferelden.
Behind the bar, Talenna pulled out a fresh glass. “I think you are lost, falon. No shame in it. Want something to drink? I find the explanation goes down easier with a nice beverage.”
“No. I—“ Wen paused, not sure of the right question to ask. “Who are you people? And where are we? How did I get here?”
“Through the mirror—there was a mirror, yes?”
Wen nodded.
“Good, good. It doesn’t often happen without an Eluvian, but it gets much harder to explain that way.”
“What gets harder to explain?” Wen demanded. Her fingers clenched around the thin back of the barstool. “So far you haven’t explained much of anything.”
Something clattered across the bar top and Wen caught it out of instinct. She looked down at the familiar crest of Ferelden’s Warden Commander.
Immediately her hand flew to her hip. But the crest she wore clipped on her belt was still there. She held them next to each other.
They were identical.
“This does not even begin to answer my questions,” she said flatly.
“The mirrors connect different worlds. Universes where the broad strokes are similar but the details—“ the Warden took her badge back and flipped it over, held it up for emphasis “—the details are different.”
“The details…” As no apparent threat showed, the adrenaline faded, leaving Wen with only an exhausted reminder of the sleep she wasn’t getting. And the bath she wasn’t taking. Still, they could be lying. She narrowed her eyes. “So you are both Wardens? Warden-Commanders? You all battled the Blight?”
“Not me!” said Talenna cheerfully. “All that…main character business is far too exposed for my taste. I had the good sense to be a bit player in all of the insanity. But this one, yes.”
“Careful, Tal,” said the Warden. “Let’s see how much she knows before we spout off.”
Hm. Well, if it was a trap, they’d certainly gone to a lot of effort for it. And they weren’t even lying to gain rapport. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the barstool.
“How much I know?”
“The mirrors span time as well as worlds. Some of us have lived through things that are still coming for others. It wouldn’t do to….spoil it.”
“I don’t know,” Wen muttered. “I can think of a few things I wouldn’t have minded knowing ahead of time.”
The Warden’s smiled, not unkindly. Was it pity? Wen didn’t think so, but she prickled a bit just in case it was.
“Bar policy is just to let everyone fuck up in their own unique, uninfluenced fashion,” she said. “So, that’s Talenna, and I’m Tabris. How should we call you, Commander?”
“I’m—sorry, did you say Tabris?” Wen drew up short. Tabris leaned back on her stool, grinning, as if Wen’s reaction confirmed something for her. She nodded.
“I did. Getting the sense that might not be enough, though. Ariya Tabris, originally of Denerim, currently Warden-Commander of the Order in Ferelden.”
Wen exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. But nothing about Ariya’s held steady under Wen’s scrutiny; nothing about her suggested a lie.
“Arianwen Tabris,” she finally replied. “Originally of Denerim. Currently Warden-Commander of the Order in Ferelden.”
Two thunks broke the tense moment that stretched between them. Talenna poured a fine looking ale into the glass mugs and slid them across the bar.
“Well, now that’s all sorted,” she said with a grin. “Drinks?”
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It was all a bit surreal. In fact, as she settled into the cold sheets of her bed back in the Vigil, Wen was half-convinced it had been a dream. Only the looming shadow of the mirror from the corner of her eye said otherwise.
But in the morning, it was gone.
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When it next appeared, Wen stepped through without hesitation. Only Talenna was in the bar this time, but she poured a drink and gave Wen that insufferable smirk of the well-informed.
“The mirrors come when we need them,” she said, when Arianwen asked. “Or, when someone on the other side needs us.”
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So whenever the ornate frame appeared, Arianwen went through. Most frequently she saw Talenna, but she was popular and not often free for more than a brief chat. Ariya was there nearly as often, though, and the two elves gravitated together. Perhaps it was as Talenna said, and the mirrors were bringing them together for a reason.
Which was ridiculous. Ridiculous that she’d even thought it. Then again, she was in a magical bar that existed in a pocket dimension, the only entrance to which was a series of enchanted mirrors.
So maybe it wasn’t that ridiculous at all.
It took them a few passes to work beyond the awkwardness. They shared a name and a past, to a certain extent, and speaking of their experiences sometimes gave Wen the same headache as blurry double vision. They both spoke of the alienage, of Ostagar, of Alistair and Morrigan and Leliana. Both had gathered the same allies and defeated the same archdemon atop Fort Drakon.
"They're not really the same," Ariya said one night, as they shared a basket of deep fried cheese and spoke of their former companions. It was one of few safe topics—more years had passed since the Blight in Ariya's world; she knew roughly where Wen was going and remained frustratingly tight-lipped about it all.
Wen tapped her fingers along the edge of the plate. "They're not all that different, though. They can't be."
"Can't they? How much did they change, in the short time they traveled with you? How much did you change their lives, by what you did?"
That gave her pause. She had influenced Alistair, certainly, and Zevran of course. And Shale. And—
"Point taken. But surely you affected them as well, in your way."
"Of course I did. But I'm not you—we say different things, make different choices. All of our friends change, but the difference lies in how they change." She shrugged. "And who's to say they all had the exact same experiences before they encountered us? I don't know about you, but I wasn't exactly doing background checks when I was picking up strays."
Wen snorted. "The opposite, really."
"Truly."
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She did not know it would be the last time, when it came. The world was increasingly fraught, the situation in the Free Marches devolving, and Zevran’s mission against the Crows pulling him away more and more often. It was a relief to see the ornate frame in her quarters and she eagerly slipped through to the bar.
"You know, I'm still waiting for one of these things to take me to your world," she said, sliding into the barstool beside to Ariya. They told her it was possible, that sometimes the portals connected worlds directly. She had yet to see it for herself. "They just keep bringing me to this bar."
"Maybe the universe thinks you always need a drink?"
"Well the universe isn't wrong." She called for one and took it from the bartender—not Talenna, who was absent for once. Wen took a long pull from the glass, closed her eyes and rubbed at the bridge of her nose.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah. Just...a lot going on. Stupid people doing stupid shit that is going to get a lot of other people killed."
Ariya's ears perked up, her gaze going sharper than the edge of her blade. But Wen shook her head.
"You said I would know when it happened. Nothing that big. Yet." Her lips quirked. "What if it's not going to happen in my world?"
"Yours would be the first." Ariya gestured to the dozen or so people scattered across the tavern. "All of these worlds. It always happens. And it doesn't sound like things are looking so peaceful in yours, anyway."
"No, I suppose they aren't." Taking another sip, Wen looked sideways at Ariya. "So. It's all about to go to shit for me. What's new with you?"
They passed—well, Wen wasn't sure exactly how long. Time moved differently here. But when the nagging in her gut said it was time to go, she polished off her drink and stood. Ariya followed her to an Eluvian that lit up at her approach.
"Well," Wen said, uncertain, as always, how to say 'see you when the magic mirror says so’. "Next time, then?"
Ariya hesitated. That was disconcerting—she always had a well-placed farewell quip. Wen's gut twisted at the unanticipated change.
"Of course," she finally said. Something in her held back, though. "Wen, I—"
She broke off, laying a hand against Wen's arm. "I just don't feel good about what's coming. For either of us. And I..."
Her hand found Wen's cheek, traced the scars there, twisted the wisps of hair that had come loose from her braid. After one, two heartbeats, she lifted herself on tip toes and her lips found Wen's.
She kissed softly, but Wen felt the sharp edges underneath, the ones that would kill anyone foolish enough to make her an enemy. But they didn't scare her—she was made of edges just the same.
They parted, but Ariya did not draw back. She dropped her hand to lace their fingers together and squeezed.
"Just be careful, okay? Even if it's some time before we get back here, I like to think of you taking the horrors by storm. So just...don't die."
Cryptic, as always. Wen wondered what she wasn't saying, what she knew or what she planned, what dread foresight she couldn't explain. Hopefully it was something she could stab.
"I won't," she assured Ariya. "I'm a cockroach like that—basically impossible to kill at this point."
That drew out Ariya's familiar laugh and some of the tightness she'd put in Wen's chest eased. She squeezed Ariya's hand quickly in return, then took a breath and stepped forward.
"Good luck, Wen," Ariya whispered. And the Eluvian took her home.
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So me and @mikeallenz have been obssessed with Disney Mirrorverse lately and we've come up with some ideas for it.
Most of the Guardians are variants of the original disney characters where their timeline diverged somehow. Like the variants in Loki. Only instead of being prunes, Mickey found them and recruited them to help protect the stellar mirror
Mickey, naturally, is the leader. He, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy are the original Guardians
Belle was recruited after Adam was turned into another form by the Enchantress instead of resurrecting him. Now instead of a human, he is the staff she carries. Sometimes Belle can hear his whispers from the rose
In Rapunzel's timeline, Eugene stayed dead. Because of this she's very protective over her fellow Guardians
Ariel is the princess regent of Atlantica after her oldest sister took the throne
For Ian, the guardian gig was considered like college for him. Barley saw it as a huge opportunity in his magic career, and convinced him to take the job.
Belle and Ian are Mickey's apprentices
Mike and Sully's armor is made out of scream cannisters
Merida is now ruling Dunbroch, and is known as the Bear Queen
Maleficent is like the team wine aunt, and especially watches over Rapunzel. She's a bit wary of Maleficent at first cause she reminds her of Gothel, but calms down when Maleficient never asks to use her hair
Maleficent is actually suffering a bit thanks to her dragon curse. She's a lot more dragon than human now (hence her look in the game), and struggles transforming between the two forms
Hercules got his wings from Icarus
Elsa and Anna hate Gaston, and constantly make fun of him
Elsa is from a timeline where her Anna stayed dead and she exiled herself and found the Enchanted forest on her own. Meanwhile, Anna is from a timeline where Elsa stayed dead and she took on the mantle of the Bridge on her own.
Ariel loves Dory, cause she reminds her of Flounder
There's one fork in Tiana's kitchen/lab that is exclusively used by Ariel to brush her hair
Tiana is the team cook and medic. She's constantly making food and medicine for everyone. She may or may not use the Stellar Mirror to steal some supplies from Facilier
Mr Incredible's gauntlets and Dory's submarine was invented by Hiro and Mickey
Buzz and Anna are besties, and so are Woody and Elsa
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