casually cruel

you be the lamb and i'll be the slaughter. candice da vil. 

[thede-vil]

candice headcanons & things.

candice has been an absolute nightmare since she was a child. she’s an only child and her father spoiled her, if only to not have to put up with her bullshit. there was no such thing as no in the da vil household, and no expense to great to get little candice far away from her father and all his importance.

where her father is distant and buys gifts to keep her occupied, her mother is overbearing and applies pressure to young candice’s shoulders. dione da vil expects nothing less than greatness from her daughter, and the older woman never misses an opportunity to remind candice that the world outside their estate will eat her alive if she’s too weak.

everything in the da vil house is a competition; who has the best success story of the night, who can answer the trivia question of the night the quickest. every moment in that house is a chance to show off your superiority and it’s from here that candice gets her competitive streak. 

she calls herself a “self made millionaire” but let’s be clear, there’s not really much self made about her. sure, she built her business and cultivated a fan base and a reputation for excellence and has even gone on to style some of the world’s biggest celebrities; but candice has always had the da vil name to fall back on. she’s always had a leg up on the competition because she got to watch her mother navigate these very waters as a child, she was a master at the game before she’d even entered. 

candice treats everyone in her life as a means to an end. her instagram is filled with pictures of smiling models and celebrities who she adores so long as they keep wearing her clothes. if you’re on top, she’s your best friend, but don’t expect her to help you up when you fall from grace. it’s a great way to move through the cut throat ever changing world of fashion, but it’s not necessarily the best way to treat people. 

candice never really had many genuine friends, only people she needed for the moment. her parents weren’t necessarily the warmest people around, and talking about anything she was going through was only ever met with remarks that she’s got to stop being such a cry baby. so candice’s emotional control is not....the best. she’s always just seconds away from flying off the handle. when she was a teenager a doctor suggested she could have bipolar disorder, and, honestly it made sense why she suffers from such drastic mood swings. candice didn’t see it that way, simply screamed and chased the doctor out of the room waving her stilettos at him. she admits now, it could have been a bit of an overreaction, but how dare he imply there was something off about her. she was perfect. she had to be because of her parents, because of the world. 

candice is passionate almost to the point of obsession. she wants what she wants and she will do anything to get it. she’s ruthless and cruel and has no problem stepping on the backs of former friends and allies to get ahead. it’s just business afterall, and the world can be so cut throat for women. you’ve just got to do what you got to do. 

anyone that knows candice knows her to be intense, driven and egotistical. she wears it like a badge of honor, knows that if she were a man she’d be applauded for being set to her goals as opposed to despised by her peers. 

candice loves art and music, finds small pleasures in going to small galleries or open mics (ok, she can only really stay for like ten minutes because bar people are kind of gross and she doesn’t want them touching her). inspiration strikes at any time and seeing others’ art in different mediums never ceases to give her the creative boost she needs. 

candice has not been able to keep an assistant for more than four months. they always run away crying that she’s too demanding, or that she assaulted them. which, by the way, throwing a lamp at someone for being an idiot isn’t assult, just duck ok.  

any charges pressed against her for alleged assaults are always dropped the second a check is clear. the world need not know she’s a nightmare, that would destroy everything she’s worked so hard to build. 

she is very honest and blunt and you should never ask her for her opinion if you don’t want to get your feelings hurt. 

PETA, as an organization, fucking sucks. like just mind your business ok.  she hasn’t dabbled in designs that utilize fur in a while because she’s afraid of what that backlash will be. she can even be spotted at animal shelters playing with dirty little mutts, er...she means nice sweet dogs in need of love. appearances are everything, and she knows she would be absolutely destroyed if anyone were to ever find about her closet of mink coats and her fur rugs. 

she’s bisexual, but not many people know that small fact about her as she’s certain her parents would not take kindly to such deviance. whatever, it’s not the fucking 1700s. 

WANTED PLOTS/CONNECTIONS. 

boys don’t cry; having you on her arm is honestly just business for her. you’re sweet and have a dazzling smile and everyone just adores you, and she needs people to adore her too, business is good when people like you. mom taught her that. well, unfortunately for candice she doesn’t have a single likeable trait in her body, but that’s ok, she’ll make you think she does just long enough for her to get the positive publicity she needs for her new launch. 

NASA; a past girlfriend/boyfriend. candice is no stranger to physical intimacy. sex is sex and sometimes she could use the distraction, sometimes she needs the release as there’s always just so much tension breathing in between her muscles. but when it comes down to the other part of a relationship, you know, the feelings she turns icy and her gaze can freeze you to that spot. last you heard from her she was going on a business trip and the next thing you know she’s on instagram with her lips on someone else. and when she returns and you bring it up, she makes it seem like you’re the problem in the equation. like it’s your fault that you’re so needy and clingy and you want too much. candice had never been the warmest or fuzziest person around but that level of selfishness and disinterest was shocking, even from her. 

boss bitch; rivalry with another fashion designer or even just an old classmate who she could never get along with. i promise she won’t murder your character, there’ll just be a lot of manipulation and maybe she’ll try to drive you off the road if she gets mad enough. who knows.

ways to be wicked; i’m just here to fight and create chaos so i request villains being villains together ok. there’s nothing more to that. 

devil wears prada; yeah i’ma be a cliche and ask for an aspiring designer to intern. candice can be a mentor and it can be a nightmare for everyone involved but the pay is great and you get to go to great parties and you’ll learn a lot ok. just yanno duck when things start flying. 

i’m down for just about anything and honestly very very chill so feel free to message me for anything your little heart desires. 

[louiedx]

“speak of the devil,” he whispered eyes catching hers across the ballroom, “and the devil shall appear.” ah maybe he shouldn’t be calling her the devil, after all he was just as much at fault for everything that had happened between them. as he gazed at her he couldn’t help but wonder if things could of been better had he gone into it, whatever it is they had, with his heart firmly in his grasp. she looked beautiful, fierce and absolutely terrifying as he began to approach her.

“as beautiful as ever, candice.” he drawled, raising his orange juice towards her. @thede-vil​

[thede-vil]

candice had spent the bulk of her childhood at events like this. following along as her parents worked a room, shmoozing with anyone they deemed important. and early on, candice had learned that she could not manage it. the idea of biting her tongue, mincing her words for those beneath her was something she struggled to cope with and she only finds herself holding onto pleasantries when it comes to business. so, as used to it as she is, she can’t say she’s ever thrilled when it comes time to pretend. “is there at least champagne in that? or did you seriously go to the bar and ask for straight orange juice?” she asks, eyeing his drink suspiciously. then, as an after thought she paints on a smile that wouldn’t convince anyone. “thank you. you look handsome,” not a lie, because he does always look handsome and it’s rare that candice can toss anyone a compliment (even a vague minimal effort one) and mean it. “how’s your night?” that part she doesn’t really care much about, but given the holiday season it’s a better start than an insult. better to force conversation than to fight, again.

[claudettebijou]

Approaching Candice in her spot in line for the bar, the blonde looked around for a moment before speaking up. “Where’s Hans?” she asks bluntly, getting right to the point. Not that she wasn’t happy to see the other woman, but considering the two of them were originally on duty to watch their other friend Claudette felt like knowing his whereabouts was fairly important. Not as if she herself had been doing a good job of taking care of the man, spending far more of her time at the bar herself and filtering around the room. @thede-vil​

[thede-vil]

candice, as usual, can’t pass up an opportunity to present the masses with a reminder that she was beautiful, rich and well dressed. so coming to the ball was something of a no brainer for her. what she hadn’t anticipated was being stuck with the task of watching hans for the night. which, admittedly she should have anticipated the second she’d found out he and his girlfriend were having issues. but if anyone thought she for a second thought that somehow his problems would be her problems until hans fixed his relationship then they clearly didn’t know her all that well. “I don’t know,” candice shrugs, she’d lost track of hans about an hour ago, grateful for the reprieve from his less than stellar mood. “it’s Gaston’s turn anyways.” as if hans is some chore they pass around when the other doesn’t want it. which, to be fair, right now candice does not want it. a moment of brief silence passes over them when she realizes she actually didn’t even see gaston once tonight, so chances of him having taken hans off her hands are unlikely. even worse, gaston is the last person that should be entrusted with a distraught person — yet alone one who could get as whiny as hans when it came to his constantly failiing relationship. “oh.” candice looks over at claudette with wide eyes when everything sinks in. “oh...well whats the worst that can happen?” she asks, waving a hand dismissively even though knowing hans and mel — a lot could happen.

[thede-vil]

candice doesn’t know how exactly she ended up on babysitting duty for the night (or more importantly how she managed to lose hans). she’d never been the friend that was entrusted with taking care of others, not because she didn’t care about her friends and what they were dealing with, but because she was the most likely to handle it poorly. which she had been doing for a bulk of the night. so when she realizes hans’ is no longer within her sight, candice takes it upon herself to have a drink at the bar. she needed one. bringing her glass to her lips she smiles brightly when she sees one of her newest interns returning to her with a masked man. “randy,” she greets, faux cheer coating her words as she does so. with valerie off for the night candice had to entrust one of her recent hires to fetch randall, not wanting to waste her own time seeking him out. granted, the intern was told to leave out the detail that it was candice that wanted to see him. “merry late Christmas!” she explains, retrieving a well wrapped present and holding it tout to randall. “how was your holiday? did you and your...friends,” there’s a question at the end of the word as she realizes she doesn’t know if randall even had any friends to celebrate with — oh well, too late to take it back. “have fun?” @randallbxggs

[thede-vil]

candice da vil’s masquerade dress (made by her as usual) and her mask. she’s matching with hans. 

[thede-vil]

hansoftheisles​:

“Is my girlfriend also being in love with someone else not a good enough reason for you?” He tries his best to keep his tone light and conversational, as though the revelation hasn’t been killing him this past week, though he suspects that she’s able to see right through it. She’s always had a knack for calling him out on his shit. “Well then you can consider it a mission accomplished,” he chuckles, settling back down on the opposite side of the couch. As Ophelia jumps back up beside him, curling back up on the couch now that the source of the commotion seems to have calmed down, he scratches absentmindedly behind her ears. “I’ll be sure to never give you one word answers again.” It’s not a promise he’s likely to actually keep, though knowing how Candice gets when she’s angry, it’s one that he certainly should.

candice, despite her best efforts, can’t help the loud annoyed sigh that leaves her lips at hans’ words. the combination of the statement and the way it’s delivered annoying her more than it probably should. if there was a gentle way to tell him that she’s hardly surprised by any of this, she’d say it. since mel and hans first broke up after college candice had expected hans to move on, let go of whatever they had the way mel seemed to do repeatedly. he deserved to be happy, but he never made the effort finding himself hung up on his exe and subjecting his friends to listening to him complain about it all. so, this is nothing new for them. she just wishes he’d realize the pattern, or at the very least, leave candice the hell out of it since he never listens to her advice. “you say it like this is a surprising development.” she shrugs, choosing to settle on the nicest possible thing she can say, even if it still isn’t that kind. “so no, it’s not a good enough reason.” she could call him out on how obvious it is that he’s not taking the news  well despite his best efforts to pretend he is, but even for her that would be like pouring salt in an open wound -- which, towards anyone else she would enjoy. candice is just about to take a seat on the couch next to hans when a little cat jumps up onto the couch and settles in next to hans. she freezes momentarily, eyes narrowed in confusion as hans pets it. “since when did you have a pet?” she practically spits the word ‘pet’ out, disgust heavy on the word. 

[thede-vil]

randallbxggs​:

It was strange for Randall to feel above Candice for once in his life; even if she still tried to throw insults his way, they wouldn’t even bother him at this point. At the end of the day, they both knew what happened between them at the fall festival, and there was no way Candice could deny it. That alone was enough for Randall to confront Candice confidently, not caring if the woman wanted to talk to him or not. Randall feels his eyebrows raise curiously as Candice quickly denies avoiding him. “Right.. Busy,” Randall repeats with a hint of sarcasm and a nod, making it pretty obvious that he doesn’t believe her but plays along anyways. Yes, he knew Candice did have a job that kept her busy, but he also knew she always found her ways to find him and annoy him somehow, at least up until after the fall festival. A chuckle escaped his lips as Candice was already insulting him, a little bit surprised but more amused than anything. “Funny, you didn’t seem bothered by my rat infested sewers when you came back to my apartment with me,” he answered smoothly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. “But then again, that would explain why you left so soon.” He was already having way too much fun with this. He pretended to be oblivious, finding that would be the best way to get under her skin about the whole ordeal. “You’re not … embarrassed, are you?”

when randall answers her with more sarcasm draped on his words than she deems necessary, she has to suppress the urge to lash out on him right then and there. to anyone else, the way her blood boils and her fingernails pierce the inside of her palm is a bit of an overreaction. but to candice it’s more than justified, the nerve of randall to not only tell that she was avoiding him but to call her out on her lie -- the audacity. though it was absolutely fair, she’s never once allowed him a second of peace, so why should he allow her the same. (because she deserved more than him, would be her answer if you asked her). “of course i’m embarrassed.” candice exclaims, eyes narrowing dangerously as she stares at him. how could he even ask such a ridiculous question as if the answer wasn’t obvious. “have you ever heard yourself talk? or even so much as thought about who you are as a person?” 

[coronamemeweekend]

vindctvewrites​:

*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ  —  holiday ask meme  !  —  ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send  🎄 for  our  muses  to  decorate  the  christmas  tree  together .

send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together .

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  have a snowball fight . 

send  🍪  for  our  muses  to  bake  cookies.

send  🧐  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas .

send  🙈  for  our  muses  to  stay  up  waiting  for  santa .

send  🥶️ for  our  muses  to  warm  up  by  cuddling  close  to  a  fire .

send  💝 for  my  muse  to  give  yours  a  handmade  gift .

send  🛍️ for our muses to go gift shopping together .

send  🎥 for our muses to watch a holiday movie together . 

send  🎿 for our muses to go skiing or snowboarding together .

send  🛷 for our muses to go sledding together .

send  🎁  for our muses to wrap gifts together . 

send  ☕ for our muses to share a hot drink after being in the cold .

[thede-vil]

@angelosanger @chippyskylark @meddlingdaphne @imgoingghcst @ohcapitans @elsafrankenteen @bringerofstrife @itswyldstyle @mel-ancholymuse @nickswildbro @mizzprouds @theswordoftruth @rosiewidow @savwrides @tiasbeignets

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

christmas / holiday starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

“Woah, someone drank too much egg nog.”

“Look, I only came for the Christmas cookies.”

“So do I make a sexy Santa/elf/reindeer or what?”

“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”

“Is my outfit too festive/not festive enough?”

“Hey! Come on in, I’ll get you a drink.”

a grinch

“I can’t believe I’m all alone during the holidays.”

“Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”

“I hate snow. And smiling children.”

“If I hear one more Christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.”

“The only thing good about Christmas is the candy canes.”

“Wow, that gingerbread house is…unique.”

“Egg nog is disgusting.”

anti-grinch

“I’ve had my tree up since November.”

“How could you not like the holidays?!”

“I’m going to shove a candy cane up my ass. I’m so excited!”

“Christmas is the only time of year when I’m stressed out AND receiving a bunch of gifts.”

“There’s NO way I’m going to lose the house decorating competition.”

“Christmas isn’t a holiday. It’s a way of life.”

presents

“What did you get me?” / “I’m not telling you! It’s a surprise.”

“I didn’t know what to buy you, so..I made you something…”

“You gave me the present that I gave to YOU last year?”

“It’s perfect…”

“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“The only gift I want is stability and happiness. But this wrapping paper is pretty.”

“You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen.” / “You save the paper? Nerd.”

secret santa

“Ugh, I can’t believe I got ___ for secret santa.”

“I got ____!! What should I give him/her/them?”

“Who bought me socks? They’re plain white no-brand socks.”

“The limit was $20, people. Why do I see an iPhone?”

“I know who got me this. There’s only one person who knows me this well. It’s you.”

with friends

“I got us matching ugly sweaters.”

“Do you think I can fit these candy canes up my nose?”

“Merry Christmas, fuckers. I’m broke but at least I got you stuff.”

“This is really corny…but you’re already a gift to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in so long! Get over here and give me a hug.”

flirty

“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”

“Have I been naughty this year?”

“Oh, I’d ride in your sleigh.”

“Your eyes twinkle like tree lights.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

snow

“It’s snowing! That’s so perfect!”

“Great, now my flight is delayed…”

“How am I supposed to get home in this weather?”

“Baby, it’s cold outside…”

“Let’s have a snowball fight.”

no snow

“Why can’t we have a white Christmas?”

“It’s too hot for hot cocoa.”

“I wish I could wear a sweater without dying.”

“It’s nice to get away from all the cold.”

“The only ice I want to see is in a cold drink.”

knows nothing about other holidays

“So is it Jesus’s birthday?”

“Where did Santa even come from?”

“…Isn’t the tree a pagan tradition?”

“How do the deer fly?”

“This holiday sounds like it was made by someone on crack.”

“What’s a Hannukah?” / “What’s a Kwanzaa?”

“Is what I’m wearing okay?”

“Stop calling me a grinch! I’m not even Christian.”

hannukah

“Watch me shove all these latkes in my mouth.”

“You don’t know how to play with a dreidel?” / “Let me teach you the dreidel game.”

“See the menorah? It’s LIT.”

“Try the sufganiyot and you will forget about Christmas cookies.”

“Hannukah is the time of year when us Jews gather and decide the next step in taking over the world. At least that’s what that crazy guy from work told me.”

“Do these dreidel cake pops look Pinterest-y enough?”

“Christians get WAY too upset over Starbucks cups. I’ve never gotten a Hannukah Starbucks cup! You don’t see me rioting about it.”

“That’s not a dreidel…That’s a beyblade.”

kwanzaa

“Who needs one day of Christmas when I have a whole week of Kwanzaa?”

“See the kinara? It’s LIT.”

“I can’t go home until I buy a new kinara.”

“What do you think of the decorations? I think I need more African print.”

“How are we out of food? Kwanzaa is about the harvest!”

“I like Kwanzaa. It’s a holiday of principles.”

“It’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. All holidays are made up.”

“Kinda wish the unity cup was filled with whiskey. And that I could drink all of it.”

misc.

“No matter the holiday, family time is always a bad idea.”

“This isn’t Pinterest-y enough!”

“Come on, let’s take a quick selfie. We never see each other.”

“You know I’m Muslim/Hindu/Buddhist/atheist/other, right?”

[thede-vil]

@angelosanger @chippyskylark @meddlingdaphne @imgoingghcst @ohcapitans @elsafrankenteen @bringerofstrife @itswyldstyle @mel-ancholymuse @nickswildbro @mizzprouds @theswordoftruth @rosiewidow @savwrides @tiasbeignets

[thede-vil]

hansoftheisles​:

Coming back from his visit with Mel, Hans had absolutely no intentions of confiding his feelings in his friends, in no mood for their teasing or their untimely lectures about how he should simply forget about her. He would if he could, he’s told them more times than he can count, but it proves to be impossible. He’s more than content spending his time with Ophelia and Lily Rose, a rather sad scene, but not one he ever intended on letting anyone see. Hans should have known that by ignoring her texts Candice would come barging in, so it’s her uncharacteristic concern that really catches him off guard. “One of those times was when my mother died so I think I should be excused for not having my life together at that particular moment,” he rolls his eyes, though he can’t help the hint of a smile that tugs up the corners of his lips. Something about Candice giving him hell gives him a much needed sense of normalcy again, snapping him out of the mood he’s found himself in for the last several days. “Was there actually something you needed?” he adds, looking over at her with an eyebrow raised. “Or was it just to yell at me?”

“and your excuse for this time?” she asks, eyebrows raised as she quickly and easily brushes past the topic of his mother. candice had never once faulted him for struggling with his mother’s death, fully aware that it was one of the few relationships in his life he cherished. candice just personally could not relate. she was sorry it happened to him though. “i came here to yell at you.” with a small shrug of her shoulders she walks past him, plopping down on the couch and making herself at home. “I’ll excuse your one word answers this time — and only this time.”

[thede-vil]

quccnofhcxrts​:

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“Depends on who you’re talking to.” Genevieve countered, knowing there were some that Candice would easily lie to just to see what would happen when they found out. There had been disastrous outcomes in the past but they’d always been entertaining ( for them at least ). “Whoever says money doesn’t buy happiness clearly has never had any.” It was just something rich people said to keep the plebs in line. Money made everything easier. “At least we have a perfect life and money to spare. God, if I wasn’t me I would hate us.”

“hmm,” candice hums, struggling to even find a viable way to argue gen on this. but she can’t. “well, if i’m ever lying to you clearly you’re unimportant, so that’s on them.” and just like that candice is back to regarding everything as unimportant and beneath her. she’s never said anything she doesn’t mean to the people of importance. “oh absolutely! it’s something poor people say to make themselves feel a little better about their shitty existences. it was never true.” that is one thing candice could never dispute. there’s never been a problem in her life that money couldn’t solve, and she wasn’t about to go around pretending being wealthy didn’t bring her joy. what else was there to live for, if not to be fabulous and wealthy? love? what a fucking joke. “even if i weren’t me i couldn’t hate us. it wouldn’t be your fault that my life is pitiful.”

[thede-vil]

continued from here. 

when candice had originally barged into hans’ apartment, it had been with energy far more hostile than this. initially she comes over with nothing more than the intent to yell at him, prepared to barrel into some long winded monologue about how she was far too important, her time far too precious for him to be leaving her messages unanswered when she takes the time to text him. being ignored had always brought out the worst of her, mood immediately soured the second she feels like she’s not the center of someone’s attention -- and hans, after all this time, knew this (and more importantly the why behind it). but then she sees hans’ face, registering the barely hidden look of sadness in his eyes, and all that anger morphs into concern. “i’ve given four hugs in my lifetime and two of them were to you, so excuse me if i’m not the best at it.” she grumbles, hitting him in the shoulder as she lets him go. “maybe if you weren’t always struggling emotionally i wouldn’t even have to be offering hugs.” she hardly means it, knowing full and well that hans can’t help the fact that he’s a man who finds his feelings thrown around by the woman he’d chosen to love. @hansoftheisles​

[thede-vil]

quccnofhcxrts​:

continued from here.

These festivals were always a hit or miss for Genevieve, it all relied in a delicate balance between a steady flow of drinks and good company. It too easily fell to the wayside if the wrong people were around her for too long. Thankfully, the Winter Festival was always a little bit easier - maybe because the drinks were better. “Only if you mean it,” Gen admitted as she took the margarita gratefully. She knew Candice did, they didn’t have to say things like that to each other to know what they felt. There wasn’t a more powerful pair on the island, no one came close, definitely not tonight. With a grin, she nudged her with her shoulder, taking another drink. “See, I knew you would. The two of us like this forever? People pay millions for this kind of life.”

[ @thede-vil​ ]

“when have i ever been known to say things i don’t mean?” candice asks, fixing gen with an amused smile as she does so. candice had never really been one to mince her words, yet alone say something to appease someone else. so, even if gen is joking, the idea that candice da vil of all people would offer a sentimental statement to make someone else feel good is just entirely laughable. “if people had millions maybe their lives wouldn’t be so terrible in the first place.”

[thede-vil]

“ you are my platonic soulmate. “ ( Gen )

candice da vil was in good spirits tonight -- a combination of words not many people ever think to string together. but it was true for her tonight. as openly (and vehemently) as candice opposed these island wide festivals, she was always a little easier to deal with at the winter festival. something about twinkling lights and the first break of snow always made her smile, and that smile only widens when she hears gen’s words. “is this the part where i call you my person?” candice asks, handing gen the winter themed margarita she’d grabbed for them. it goes without saying that candice felt similarly -- she and gen were cut from very similar cloth, anyone with eyes could see that. if candice believed in destiny, she’d whole heartedly believe that they were destined to be friends. “i suppose i wouldn’t hate spending the rest of my life like this. with you.” it’s as close to a confession of genuine warmth and love as candice could ever get. but she means it, words dripping with a sincerity she hardly uses as she looks over at one of her best friends. @quccnofhcxrts

[thede-vil]

🎧 for a calming hug gaston

flashback

candice can count on one hand all the times she’d given someone a hug. a slick aversion to being touched and a less than welcoming temperament, not many people were ever looking for (or expecting) compassion from her. and she was never willing to give it either. but, as gaston stands in the foyer of her parents house, eyes wild with a mixture of rage and distress, chest heaving and knuckles bruised and bloody — candice thinks this is a time to look beyond herself for once. wordlessly she pulls gaston into her arms, hand running up and down his back soothingly. “whatever happened it’s ok.” she murmurs. “whatever you did,” she pulls back, taking his face in her hands so she can look at him head on. “we can handle it. whatever it is.” there’s very little candice wouldn’t do for the people she considers friends. so long as it didn’t stand in the way of her goals and ambitions, she’d do anything to help them. and, with how rattled gaston seemed to be she knows in this moment there’s no line she’s not willing to cross to bring him down from this. @thatgaston

[thede-vil]

“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “ (claudette)

flashback

candice stares in the direction of the boy in question. randall stands across the room, awkwardly stumbling through conversation with some poor unfortunate imbecile. when she’d first agreed to the dare her friends had set, candice hadn’t given it much thought. but now that claudette is questioning her decision, and more specifically her agreement, candice can’t help but realize the terrible mistake she’s made. “why is he squinting so much?” it’s honestly the least of the troubles here; the lengthy curly mess of hair, the not so perfect posture, and most offensively the outfit. “look at his little rat mouth, i’m supposed to kiss that?” she looks at claudette, horror finally sinking in. @claudettebijou

[thede-vil]

“ wow , look who remembered my existence. “ (hans)

candice never visits hans unannounced out of a genuine desire to spend time with him. which, is in no way an insult to hans or a belittlement of their friendship. her free time is very limited and she’s simply not wasting it on dropping by to a friend’s house just to say hi. plans had to be made, time cleared for lunch dates or anything else of that nature solely because candice craved the order. so, hans honestly shouldn’t be even a little shocked when she has one of her assistants wheel a red trunk into hans’ apartment. “I’ve spent the last seventeen years trying to erase your existence from my mind and I haven’t succeeded yet.” she rolls her eyes, not even bothering to placate him with kind words about how she could never forget him no matter how busy she was. “but i’m not here for you. i finished lily rose’s winter clothes.” hence the visit and the trunk full of clothes. “so now you can throw out whatever atrocities pumpkin seed bought.” @hansoftheisles