Luxos que pretendo ter quando for menos pobre
Se tem uma coisa certa é a de que não nasci para ser rico. Eu não tenho apego por casas que parecem caixas, queijos embolorados, restos de fecundação marinha vendidos como iguaria culinária (e outras atrocidades, como fígado de pato francês) e designers de roupa que se vestem como a Cruella De Vil.
Ao mesmo tempo, sou adepto da teoria de que é maravilhoso chorar em Paris ao invés de na minha própria casa. Sendo assim, aqui listo algumas das coisas que considero luxuosas o suficiente para sonhar com elas, caso um dia seja concursado ou ganhe um salário bacana:
Uma casa Vitoriana
Não existe arquitetura mais bela (e icônica, especialmente para quem assiste muitos filmes de horror) que a Vitoriana. Diga se não dá vontade de sentar na varandinha com um livro e passar o dia todo ali, lendo e apreciando a paisagem?
Uma árvore (para ler embaixo dela)
Talvez tenha ouvido aquele álbum "Elis", de 1972, vezes demais... mas adoraria ser o tipo de pessoa que senta embaixo de uma árvore para ler. Já me imagino pausando entre páginas para observar os gatos correndo pelo mato como pequenas capivaras, o que nos leva ao próximo ponto:
Casa cem por cento gatificada
Eu amo criar gatos, mas eles tem o potencial de derrubar tudo e/ou destruir todo tipo de coisa acolchoada que por acaso entre no seu lar. Isso por que nem falei sobre os vômitos em lugares aleatórios e pelos que ficam grudados em tudo.
Porém, uma casa planejada para eles -- ou seja, com espaços alternativos para que possam galopar pela noite ao invés de em cima do seu toca-discos -- significa que dá, sim, para viver em paz com seus bichinhos sem perder 90% de suas aquisições materiais antes de morrer (porque depois, só Deus sabe o que farão com suas tralhas).
Assinatura da Turma da Mônica
Me julgue, mas existe entretenimento mais divertido que ler gibis da Turma da Mônica? Acho que não. Espero poder enfim ter o prazer de assinar as revistas da turma para que não precise escolher entre todas as historinhas de capa que queria ler quando visito a banca de jornal.
Uma Filmoteca completinha
Uma de minhas metas de vida é depender da internet o menos possível. Sendo assim, no meu futuro com grana espero que minha coleção de filmes possua todos os filmes que gostaria de ter nela, e que comprar novos títulos não seja algo tão "será que vou passar fome no fim do mês?" quanto é nos dias atuais.
E um espaço para ver filmes com meus amigos!
Acho que é a coisa mais extravagante da minha lista, mas sim: adoraria ter uma super tela em minha residência, num lugar que desse para chamar a galera, fazer uma pipoca e simplesmente se divertir!
Uma sala de jogos... de tabuleiro
Já imaginou uma estante cheia de jogos legais e uma mesa redonda esperando apenas um grupinho de três pessoas para uma sessão de spaking na hora do UNO? Sempre lembro da pandemia e de como ficamos limitados nas relações interpessoais, então acho que ter espaços em nossos lares para congregar com os amigos é algo imprescindível, pois quem sabe não passamos por tudo aquilo de novo?
Dia do auto-cuidado
Chega de pensar que comprar uma máscara facial da Garnier é o preço de comprar três hambúrgueres completos, e chega de apenas sonhar com aquela belíssima poltrona massageadora: no meu futuro bem-endinheirado terei condições de todo fim de semana botar uma máscara na cara, ouvir Whitney Houston e ser massageado por um móvel overpriced.
Móveis com design retrô
Na minha cabeça, não há nada mais elegante que móveis antigos -- especialmente os do movimento arquitetônico da década de 50 e 60, cujo nome infelizmente esqueci. Imagina ter uma cadeira Charles Eames ou uma Mesa Noguchi? E olha que o marido da minha empregadora é um Noguchi, mas ele não tem mesas Noguchi sobrando para me presentear em sua casa...
Pôsteres de filmes e artes evocativas de caráter duvidoso
Se chegou até aqui, acho que deve pensar que tenho um estilo bem moderno (no século 19) para arrumar uma casa. Mas não: sou um mix de inspirações aleatórias que vomita um meio termo entre essa coisa mais vintage e uns troço pop-art (que, a propósito, é meu movimento artístico favorito). Então ao mesmo tempo que tenho apego por esse tipo clássico de móveis, saiba que numa casa minha eles serão combinados com alguma referência da cultura pop: seja em forma de almofadinhas, adesivos de parede, cartazes ou até mesmo reproduções de obras de arte.
Agora que já sabe um pouco sobre mim... que luxo você teria se tivesse condições financeiras de bancar?
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Winner’s Curse Ch. 29
Jay was on autopilot as he led the others around the alleyways of the Isle. His muscle memory kicking in that even though it was unneeded, he flipped over small obstacles like overturned carriages and clambered over chainlink fences so he could flip off. He wasn’t showing off, it was just how he usually scoured through the Isle.
It was always harder to attack a moving target than one that was simply sneaking through the alleyways.
But right now, no one was following him or trying to attack. Rather he was at the head of the pack on the hunt for the four Coven members who were undoubtedly heading to the wharf so they could get to Auradon.
The white light had dazed them all but Uma was the one who got them back on track, realizing what had happened. Even though they had defeated the Coven of 13, the mini Coven still brought down the barrier.
Now it was a race against time to get to them, and while Uma was queen of the Isle, she mainly stuck to her ship and didn’t know the alleyways like he did.
Well like he and Jade did, he corrected himself as he saw Jade. Her unwieldy long dress gone and her jangly jewlery discarded. She was back to basics in a ripped tank and shirts, her viper tattoo flashing as she passed him.
Jay didn’t bother slowling down so the others could keep up. As long as they knew where they were all heading it was fine.
Besides if he got there first maybe he could face his father.
Uma, pettily in Jay’s opinion, hadn’t done the signalled as they had agreed on. So he, Aziz and Jordan had missed that battle. But he did have a brief look of Jade triumphantly standing over the unconscious form of her mother. No bruises on her today.
He saw the disbelief in Jade’s eyes that she had done it. He also saw the relief too.
Maybe he would get some relief if he got his chance to face his father. Man to man.
With that goal in mind, he pushed himself harder. He heard Coach Jenkin’s words in his head. That he couldn’t let his anger guide him, he had to channel his anger into energy. He tried to visualize it as bounding into his feet, pushing him faster. Into his muscles pumping faster. Into the stitch in his side that he would not give into for a break.
Things were too dire for a break.
He didn’t see the sights or the people he barged past. He didn’t hear anything but the wind in his ears and the goal pounding in the same rhythm as his running feet.
Find Ja-far. Find Ja-far. Find Ja-far.
He burst into the town square. The one where he had said goodbye to his dad so long ago.
When he had been so different. When he had thought he’d return only to pick his Dad up before they went to their new palace in Agrabah.
Now the towns quare was the complete opposite than it had been that day.
Where once their cowered crowds, cheering for fear of Maleficent’ wrath if they didn’t, teens doing their best posturing to be the baddest of the bad, there was nothing. Everyone had been scared off by the Coven’s rule.
There was no Jafar.
Jay cursed and whirled around to look at the exit but there was no one there either. He would have known if the four were running across the road as it was flat, nowhere to hide.
He scanned and searched, looking for that one flicker of movement that signalled someone was hiding in the shadows but there were too many homeless orphans and muddle-minded beggars distracting his view.
Then he saw a wizened old man.
The skin that stretched over him was barely skin, so papery thin it was. It had a mottled yellow color that indicated how malnourished the old man was. But what he lacked in skin, he had a long flowing white beard that slightly curled at the end.
So twisted.
Jay strode forward in two easy steps and picked up the old man by his collar. He ignored how feathery light he was, how fragile he seemed with the sound of bones rattling when he shook him. Like this was some innocent old man that could break any moment.
This was no innocent. He knew this man was his father.
How could anyone forget the elderly disguise his father had put on to trick Aladdin to enter the treasured Cave of Wonders. It was laughable that that was all Jafar could think of now to disguise himself.
Then again, Jafar had always been stuck in the past and his former glory. Couldn’t do anything in the present. That was Jay’s job to make something for both of them.
And now that Jay had Jafar in his hands, he let his anger overtake him.
Just like the golden rubies in Jafar’s snake staff, red was all he could see.
Red for the hypnosis, red for the neglect, red for all the years Jay had cared so much for this man who cared for no one at all.
The paper jaw crumbled against Jay’s fist, each landing a sickening crunch but Jay was too caught in himself.
Blood splattered across the dirt, and the red was the only thing that paused Jay’s beating.
He stared at as if he had never seen it before. Remembering the last time he had spilled blood, Jordan had yelled at him, looking at him as if he was a murderous Vk.
His stomach sank seeingthe blood. Sunk down to his gut when he realized that he didn’t hear the wheezy breath.
He slowly looked at the old man’s face, the nose flattened and covered in blood. The white beard stained red. The discolored veins were faint. Faint but the temple vein was still thumping.
And then he coughed. More blood splattered, a fleck landed on Jay’s cheek and just when he thought he’d never get rid of all the anger in his body, shame and relief flooded it instead.
He hadn’t crossed the line.
But he didn’t feel the relief he expected. He just felt hollow. He wanted to say something. Something so Jafar would know why Jay was angry at him. That it had nothing to do with becoming good but everything to do with what Jafar, himself, had done to him.
Yet he didn’t know how to put that into words. Funny considering he shared so much with Jade and the others this week. But.. it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as talking to his father who he was sure wouldn’t even understand the anger. Just think that Jay was brainwashed.
But he didn’t have time for that as Uma whistled, signalling attention from everyone in the town square. Harry, Gil and her crew were rapt as usual. Several kids came out from the shadows that Jay recognized as the Anti Villain Club.
Harry gave Uma his hand as she stood up on a pile of barrels, giving her height and leverage to look over them all. But for once, the sight did not irritate Jay as it would have before, knowing she was only doing it to annoy Mal.
He somewhat gingerly picked up the unconscious Jafar in a fireman’s carry, giving a curt nod to Uma so that she’d know that he had Jafar. A moment of eye contact was all that she gave him, confirming that she knew.
“People of the Isle. It is time to rise!” Uma boomed, “The Coven’s reign is ending today. They have ruled over us all in fear for too long. And for what? Because they’re powerful? Because they have magic?”
Several people nodded their heads, agreeing with her statement that the Coven ruled because they had powerful magic. Confusion rippled over them as to where this was going.
“We are more powerful than them! For we have numbers. We are the ones who do the hard work. We make their food and their clothes and we give them power by obeying them.”
“But we do not have to. We can take away their power if we stop letting them rule over us. They are kings and queens if they do not have us to reign over!”
“Nine of the Coven are done. They will not get up again after this defeat. We need you to stop Maleficent, Nerissa and Morgana from leaving the Isle.”
“Why should we? They brought down the Isle!” Gaston shouted, stumbling out of his tavern, several of his knuckle headed stooges nodded in agreement.
“And they have left you here.” Uma countered, “Do you see them leading you to freedom? No! They will never give you freedom. Not unless you count freedom as being one of their slavish citizens.”
More discontented murmurs joined the crowd as more people peeked out of their houses and left the safety of their walls.
“Uma’s right!” Celia shouted followed by cheers and claps.
“But I can. I’m Ben’s new right hand for Vk coordinators. I have an agreement with him taht all children will be removed from the Isle!”
More cheers and whoops exploded.
“Henchmen and lackeys may come too if you help us capture the three who are trying to escape.”
Surprised and interested whispering followed this and Jay could see some familiar faces of head hunters like Clayton and Sa’luk seem interested.
“Mercenaries, rise up! You are the most skilled fighters on the Isle. The most sane ones who’ve had jobs before. Rise up and capture the three. You should not be dogs for the egomaniacal and insane.”
“Former princes and sheriffs and aristocrats, rise up! Reclaim your place as someone of importance. Bring down the Coven members.”
Jay saw the long missing spotted fur coat of Cruella. Still smoking her long cigar but for once, she smiling at Uma’s words. A strange sight to see.
Jay could see Prince Hans’ son cheer, only to be punched out by Gil. He didn’t know what the prince had done to deserve Gil’s surprisingly furious face, Jay never thought he’d see the good hearted pirate so mad, but he assumed it was deserved.
“Whores, orphans, thieves, pirates, all the lost boys and girls, Vks all, rise up! Rise up and be the baddest bad of the isle by knocking the remaining Coven off their perch. I promise you will be rewarded. You will get off this damned Isle, you’ll have food, you’ll have safety. You’’ be treated like human beings like you deserve. You will have your chance at freedom!”
Excitement thrummed through the crowds and Jay felt swept along with it. Never before had he’d been so thrilled and inspired by a speech. He felt the enthusiasm Uma commanded. He felt the loyalty, he could see why her crew followed her so loyally. He felt like she could do anything and if he followed her lead, he’d have a chance too.
The crowds spanned, searching the corners and alleyways for the wayward Coven members. Jay came up to the small group of Aziz, Jordan, Calix and Uma and dumped the old man at their feet.
“Got Jafar.” Jay said neutrally. Hoping they wouldn’t get into questions of why he was bloodied and unconscious.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the old man rasped. His bones creaked as he twisted into sitting position, not dazed or concussed as he should be.
The figure rippled as if it was a fading…
“Illusion!” Jay growled, kicking himself for falling for the same trick twice.
The elderly man was replaced by the gleaming black fur of the teenage catboy. His fangs gleamed smugly, sticking his tongue out at Jay for his foolishness.
Uma lept into action, brandishing her sword against Illusion’s throat, “Where are Jafar and the others?”
Illusion nonchalantly pushed the sword away. Effortlessly much to Uma’s clear surprise as she struggled to keep the sword against Illusion’s throat.
“You’d might want to check Auradon,” Illusion purred.
A flash of black smoke appeared next to and Illusion’s twin materialized.
Chimera smiled brightly at them, “Sorry to trick and run but Mom wants us back in Morbia.”
Then the two faded away.
“Damnit!” Jay cursed this time, looking to the far off horizon that was Auradon.
“Jay you get the kids off.The adults will still be distracted trying to find the Coven members.” Uma commanded.
Jay hesitated, every part of him wanted to race over to Auradon. To complete his goal of facing his father before the final battle was over.
But he remembered the look of the dirtied orphans he saw when he first landed here. Some of them had no chance like he had. Not all of them were children of big name villains. Not all of them had special skills of thievery or strength or agility.
Part of this mission was stopping the Coven. The other part was rescuing the children.
He had to go to the children.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------Harry’s heart pounded as he bounded up the steps of the Jolly Roger. Harriet was waiting for him as expected at the bow of the ship.
The wharf was silent as everyone in the town square searched for the missing Coven members. None of the gas lamps were lit as they wanted to maintain the illusion that no one was guarding the docks.
They knew CJ was planning to strike tonight. It made the most sense since CJ knew of the Coven’s plans, she’d use their invasion as a distraction.
But she didn’t know they knew that she knew, so she’d be in for quite a surprise when the Jolly Roger wasn’t the deserted ship she had been expected to plunder so easily.
Harriet swung down to the starboard side, cut the rope and Harry ran to her side so they stood back to back with their swords at the ready.
“Where is that cur?” Harriet scanned their surroundings, dim and undistinguishable as they were in the twilight hour. Harriet had stationed men at the stern, at the starboard, on all sides of the boat that CJ, Lady Caine and her men could possibly grapple up.
Then the boat moved.
It was a small splash at first, unsteadying them all as they adjusted to the boat hitting the water.
“Whose at the wheel?” Harriet shouted angrily at her men but none responded.
“Why it’s me!” The familiar drawl of their baby sister sounded in the silent night.
Harriet lit up her trusty cigarette light that she always kept for her emergencies. Giving them enough view of CJ at the wheel, confidently steering the ship to sea.
Harry went right and Harriet went left. CJ was at the wheel and she had not many choices if she wanted to leave the helm. There were only stairs. And a rope, but Harriet had cut all the swinging ropes, cutting CJ’s favorite choice of entrance, exit and/or escape route.
Slowly, cautiously, the two neared the stairs on either side of her, but CJ looked undisturbed until they got to her side.
Harry caressed his hook around her neck and Harriet dug her knife into the wooden wheel but CJ kept steering.
The silence between them all was palpable. Harriet was suspicious that much could be seen between the lighter and the slit of her eyes. Harry was waiting for the inevitable snap. CJ was at once predictably unpredictable. If she was this calm, she probably had a trick up her sleeve. It would be flashy and showy just like her. And she wouldn’t be able to wait to show off.
Then Harry felt a nudge against his ribs. He heard a cocking sound
He looked down and saw the cold metal muzzle of a gilded pistol prodding his ribs.
“Dammnit to Davy Home’s locker!” Harriet cursed and CJ smiled.
CJ clicked the pistol again.
“How about you two be a dear and back away. Back away or else I’ll make ye walk the plank.”
The wheel turned unsteadily now that CJ was no longer steering, jerking the ship to the left and nearly throwing Harry off balance. At least the pistol wasn’t jabbing at him anymore.
“CJ, this is cute but yer not gettin away with this. The Jolly Roger is mine.” Harriet said with clenched teeth.
CJ lifted the pistol and pointed it at Harriet’s head, “No, it’s mine now. Looters rule.”
Then she shot.
Harriet ducked, the bullet flying into the distant nothingness of the dark.
Harry stared.
He never thought CJ would take the shot. But she did. Backstab, neglect, leave the family, yes, he imagined CJ doing all those things. She had done them.
But to kill…
“Are yer crazy!” Harry lunged at CJ, wresting the pistol from her but that left them gun to gun, triggers cocked at the ready.
“I’m not insane. I’m a pirate,” CJ answered with a deadly coldness that Harry had never heard from her before. HIs little sis had always been boisterous and dramatic, theatrical really. But never this serious. Never cold.
“I should be the heir to the Jolly Roger. I should be the heir. I’m willing to killl like a true pirate.”
Harry tapped his index finger on the trigger, a bit of a nervous habit as pistols were not his weapon of choice.
“Great, yer a pirate. We all are. But the Jolly Roger is not yours.” Harriet began to stalk toward CJ now that she was facing Harry but she whirled around, pointing the gun at her head again.
Harry moved forward, and placed the pistol at the back of CJ’s head where they all froze in place again.
“CJ, I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry tried to stay calmly, knowing that one wrong move can mean death.
“I know you don’t. And I don’t want to hurt you. I want the Jolly Roger.” CJ repeated her terms again.
“Why?” Harriet began to reach for the back up sword she had sheathed in her vest, “You don’t need this ship. You already had the one you were using to galivant across Auradon.”
“Huh so you know about that. You know and yet you don’t respect me.” CJ scoffed.
“Why would we respect a traitor?” Harry spat, annoyed by CJ’s ridiculousness. She really thought betraying them all to follow her so-called mother, their father’s enemy, Lady Caine.
“Because I’m a true villain! I should be the legend. Not you too. Neither of you set foot off the Isle but yer the famous Hook kids.” CJ yelled, some of her old brough returning.
Harry nodded at Harriet who chanced CJ’s distracted mood and took her pistol, using her left hand to aim her sword at her throat.
“That won’t be fer long.” Harriet said calmly, “We’re leaving the Isle. We’re gonna be “good” somewhat. At least enough Auradonians won’t kick us back ‘ere. But ye can still be the bad one because we never want to see ya again.”
CJ looked at Harriet, coldly in the eye, then she turned to Harry. “Yer not going to go on the high seas like I am?”
“No,” Harry answered truthfully. His future plans laid at Uma’s side and she was to be Ben’s co-head of the newly improved VK program with Evie. And he’d be her right hand man as always.
“Fine, I’ll go.” And then Harry heard some of the old CJ return. The reluctance in her voice. Disappointment like when she was a little kid and hadn’t pick pocketed quite right. Whether she was disappointed in herself for failing or for being kicked out of the family, Harry didn’t know. But he did know CJ was definitely grown up, a grown up he didn’t recognize.
For she crossed a line in her willingness to commit sibling murder. The shot of the bullet would echo in his ears for years to come.
The two watched her walk away and leap off the railing. No smirk or “ta ta” flourish. Just a splash and she was gone with the tide.
Harry took the wheel to guide the ship back home. Back to where Uma was waiting.
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Question do animated series villains and henchmen come visit the mansion?
I’m asking as I’m curious how the villains and henchmen would react to meeting some of those characters, like Neurosis from the Hercules series or Jafar’s twin sister Nasira from the Aladdin series.
Speaking of sisters: how did the villains react to meeting Morgana, Ursula’s little sister?

-I have stated before that I know very little about most of the old and modern villains from animated series, so the list is limited.The only ones that I’m interested in including at the moment are: Mozenrath, Bill Cipher, Giffany, Hecate and Lady Waltham. Will they ever move in and become permanent residents of the mansion? Probably not. Will they ever interact and have appearances? Absolutely, 100%.
I had never heard of Neurosis and I can’t find the episode so I’ll skip that, sorry.
But right now I’ll talk only about siblings:
Nasira:
-Nasira’s main reason to go to the mansion is to affectionately annoy her brother and also to hang out with the rest of the villain ladies.
-Nasira and Jafar have always had a very competitive relationship, but deep down they care for each other on their own weird way.
- Iago thinks Nas is basically a Jafar II but just slightly nicer, which makes it easier for the bird to low his guard around her. Nasira finds the snarky attitude of the bird to be quite the espectacle and always ends up bursting into laughing when he makes a comment to Jafar.
-Hades had a crush on Nasira waaaaay back in the day, but she’s a lesbian so it didn’t go anywhere. He still thinks she’s neat and has a friendly relationship with her.
-Gaston tried to flirt with her in multiple ocassions, but got his ass beaten by Nas and then by Jafar so he would shut up. He was sent to horny jail by the wrath of the eyeliner twins.
-She’s very good friends with Maleficent and Grimhilde actually. They like to hang out from time to time and talk about magical artifacts, legends, etc. Sometimes Morgana and Jafar will join them because they are all nerds.
-Nasira has a neutral relationship with Ursula at best. She can hold a friendly conversation with Ursula and doesn’t get involved when the sisters are having an argument, but if Ursula ever dares to talk shit behind Morgana’s back then Nas will get defensive.
Morgana:
-She would never show up to the mansion willingly in the first place, so seeing her there would either mean that: 1) Something bad happened to Ursula and Morgana wants to see with her very eyes. Or 2)Mickey forced her to go visit her sister so they could try to “patch things up” little by little.
-Ursula and Morgana try to stay away from each other more often than not, but sometimes the need to be a bitch is too strong and they’d end up making snarky comments back and forth and probably fighting unless someone stops them.
-Flotsam and Jetsam take any chance they get to play a trick on her which makes Morgana’s blood boil at times.
-Suprisingly enough, she gets along with Cruella! Ella was very interested on Morgana’s sketches when she catched a glimpse of them one day, and they eventually ended up working together on Cruella’s little fashion house. They are both excentric women with a passion for art and a dream they can never seem to be able to reach, it was only matter of time.
-Consequently Morgana became friends with Medusa and also has a somewhat friendly relationship with Yzma.
-Jafar and Morgana don’t talk unless necessary and their interactions usually contain a little bit of snark. Jafar thinks Nasira could do better but has stopped saying it out loud after getting a particularly bad glare from Nas.
Cecil B. de Vil
-Cecil has never been seen around the mansion, not even once. He does live in Disney Ville but he stays away from Cruella as much as possible because they cannot stand eachother
-To Cruella, he is just her annoying shadow, her mediocre other-half (since I headcanonize them as twins). And Cecil thinks Cruella is just an air-headed bitch favored by their mother.
“Keep growing! One day your head might actually fit your ego!”
(Also mentioning my headcanon that Cecil is shorter than Cruella)
Cruella also dislikes the fact that Cecil is dating Lars, ho boy-
-Surprisingly, Medusa gets along with Cecil. He is her favorite cousin after Ella since he’s more chill compared to the rest of the family. Medusa is the only person Cecil can hold a civilized conversation.
Mufasa
-Should I even begin?
Zeus and Poseidon.
-SHOULD I EVEN BEGIN?
Lady Waltham (AKA Agatha)
- Clayton invites her to his hunting trips very often so she’s seen the one compared to the rest of the villains's siblings.
-The siblings have by far the best relationship among the villain siblings, since they only had each other growing up. Agatha looks up to Clayton and Clayton always protected his little sister above all.
-Cruella absolutely adores having another hunter around, specially if it’s as pretty as Agatha~ She has a thing for both siblings, okay? Waltham also finds Cruella charming on her own way and enjoys going to hunt with her, as a “girls night out” kind of deal
-She’s also very good friends with Medusa as a result, but things get a bit awkard between them if Ella is not around.
-She has a little crush on Facilier but lacks the courage to even talk about it. The only one that knows is Clayton and he teases her for it.
-One time she beat Gaston on an arm wrestling competition and he threw a tantrum. Ever since then Gaston LOATHES her.
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