𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 / 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕.

sorry if it's HARD to catch my vibe. i need a lover to trust, tell me you're on my side; are you DOWN for the ride? it's not easy for someone to catch my eye but i've been waitin' for you for my whole damn life, for my whole lifetime. don't be afraid to tell me if you ain't with it. i see you're focused, yeah you're so independent. it's hard for me to open up, i'll admit it. you've got some shit to say and i'm here to LISTEN so baby, tell me where your love lies ———————————

[florivns]

ariel.

    *    ♡ ˙ ˖    /  It never occurred to her that perhaps she wasn’t the only one sent here that wasn’t either from Atlantica or Eric’s kingdom. All of it felt so out of place, quite frankly terrifying overall, but she needs to keep it together if she wants to find her family. ❝It is an honor to be meet you, Prince Florian,❞ And with all the grace and manner of her human self, she gave him a regal nod. ❝I am Queen Ariel of the King’s Castle in Denmark, and Princess of the undersea kingdom of Atlantica. If I’m correct, it seems we’re neighboring kingdoms on both accounts. Though I’ve not heard of a Prince Florian from Germany last I was home.❞ It could be the magic muddling with her brain on that part, so she didn’t exactly trust that information just yet. That would make two of them not know anyone familiar in this new castle they were sent to. ❝Perhaps if we investigate together on this new land, we’ll gain better answers. If we find others here and are the only high ranking royalties, then it is our sole duty to find a way out for us and everyone else that might be trapped here.❞ 

★ ° ⋆ when she introduces herself as a queen, he furrows his eyebrows slightly. he remembers her saying she was a queen a few moments earlier, but he had been too preoccupied with preparing to dodge a fork aimed at his head than he was with formalities. this time, though, he offers a slow bow before straightening back up to offer his respect. “i haven’t heard of a queen ariel of denmark, so i suppose we’ll have to take each other’s word for it, hm?” he cants his head, almost challengingly -- he’s still wary of everybody he meets, regardless of their royal status. her suggestion only heightens his paranoia, but he supposes she seems trustworthy enough, and it’s not like he won’t be able to get himself of any traps she might’ve set, god forbid she was the true mastermind behind this whole debacle. “i suppose you’re right,” he agrees, making his way to the doorway to peek inside before turning to face the seemingly endless hallway ahead of them. his expression turns stern, and he glances over his shoulder at her. “shall i lead the way, then?”

[florivns]

megara.

“𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?” megara laid a hand over her chest. “you must be a detective with those skills.” maybe she should have been a bit kinder, not as sarcastic. but her regular coping mechanism was sardonicism, and she wasn’t handling the current situation very well. if hades was going to drop her off in some random kingdom, he could at least give her some kind of warning. she made eye contact with the man, squinting in his direction. “there aren’t kings and queens where i’m from. we’re ruled by the gods, and sometimes demigods,” she added, thinking of hercules. 

★ ° ⋆ “i am NOTHING of the sort,” he proclaims with an air of disdain to his voice -- he doesn’t really know what a detective is, but the tone of her voice tells him it’s some sort of insult, so his pride forces him to turn his nose up at it regardless. he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before it morphs into a sort of amused bewilderment with a single, disbelieving laugh. “gods!” he declares incredulously, gesturing a hand in the air. “first i end up in some god-forsaken prison made to look as mockingly ornate as a castle, and now you’re speaking of a kingdom ruled by gods -- it’s fantasy; blasphemy, even...”

[florivns]

ariel.

     *    ♡ ˙ ˖    /   Ariel was less aggravated now that the man has released his hold on the hilt of his sword. Though, she still refuses to trust him. After all, he could be a goon of Ursula’s… if Ursula were actually alive, which she hopes she isn’t. Though the invitation she received tells her otherwise. She harrumped as she lowered her weapon. ❝ You don’t know him? At all? How very odd… ❞ She frowned, curious now. If the man wasn’t from Atlantica or knew of her and Eric’s kingdom, then perhaps he might be from another kingdom. Though what she found most odd about him was his way of speaking. It was otherworldly. ❝ Frankly, I don’t know where I am. I was with my family in our castle, last I remember. The next thing I know, I wake up in this bedroom that doesn’t look like it’s from our century, all alone. ❞ 

★ ° ⋆ “not in the slightest.” he confirms, moving over to the nearest mirror to check his appearance. to no surprise, he looks no different -- though there’s a certain part of him that perhaps expected he might look completely different, considering all that’s happened so far. this place seemed to have a habit of being particularly unpredictable. “my name is prince florian,” he announces simply, without looking at her. “----of edenschede, germany. is that anywhere near your atlantica?” he doubts it, because he feels like he would have heard of this king eric she speaks of if their kingdom was anywhere near his own, but it’s worth asking. “how very odd,” he murmurs in thought, his eyebrows drawing together in mild, grim confusion. “i was visiting a neighbouring kingdom, last i remember. i swore i had just wandered off to an unfamiliar part of their castle, but for the life of me, i can’t find anyone familiar here...”

[florivns]

snow white.

it takes snow a while to remember she’s a princess. her servant’s rags feel like a second skin adhered to her body with the dirt and sweat of her labor. if there was ever an essence of royalty about her it was long gone she thought. prince florian, the name resonated in her chest alight with memory. she’d heard murmurings of a florian in the kingdom just beyond her own. she allowed herself a moment of joy upon hearing his words. her eyes crinkled with delight, “you’re german? so am i!” it was a relief to have some remnant of home with her, no matter how small. years of daintily taught etiquette flooded back into her and she ducked into a curtsy. “i am snow white of vildenberg. it is an honor to meet you your royal highness.”

★ ° ⋆ even if he was incorrect about knowing her ( which was starting to feel like some kind of premonition, or like something from a past life of sorts ), at least she was also german -- that boiled down the options to either ‘citizen of a friendly kingdom,’ or, and god forbid, ‘citizen of a hostile kingdom.’ when she mentions the name of the kingdom she’s from, he nods in understanding, his shoulders loosening slightly as a curious smile graces his features. “vildenberg --- yes, i’ve been there before. in fact, i believe i was there to tend to some duties just before i... well... ended up here.” he waves a hand to motion to the garden around them, glancing over his shoulder to look back at the castle with a slight, confused grimace. “ah --- where are my manners?” he turns back to her, finally taking a few steps closer. “my name is florian ----” he bows gallantly, arm over his middle before he uses it to move his cape from where it’s fallen over his shoulder as he straightens back up. “---- prince of edenschede. eldest son of the king, first in line for the throne.”

[vikander]

[florivns]

ariel.

      *    ♡ ˙ ˖    /   Ariel glared at the man. Any gentleman that threatens to pull a sword on her could not be good. At least, that’s what her human governess taught her. ❝ Then don’t make me throw this. ❞ Ariel threatened right back, unafraid of some sword. She’s had worst than that, of course. She frowned at him skeptically, not believing him for a second, though when he said he didn’t know where he was either, she considering the possibility that perhaps she wasn’t the only person in this prison castle.  

 ❝ Where do I hail from? Atlantica, good sir, and many years recently, King Eric’s castle. I am its Queen. ❞ Ariel proclaimed with more strength. Sometimes, she tends to forget that she’s no longer sixteen while having certain liberties to an extent where her father didn’t know. ❞If you have information on the King’s whereabouts, I suggest you speak without the use of your sword. ❞ 

★ ° ⋆ he resists the urge to roll his eyes when she threatens to throw the fork, nearly tempted to draw his weapon anyways just so he could have the mischievous pleasure of catching the fork mid-air. he doesn’t, though, removing his hand from the hilt of the blade and, instead, moving to laxly hold his own wrist behind his back. his shoulders broaden slightly as he does so, posture straightening to tower over her. “don’t be ridiculous,” he mutters simply, raising an eyebrow at the redhead before taking his eyes off her to glance warily around the room. while she speaks, he curiously moves about, inspecting a nearby curtain with a slight furrow to his brow -- everything about this castle screams more wealth than he could ever fathom. “atlantica?” he asks in disbelief, looking over at her with a gaze that’s half irritation, half incredulity. “king eric ---- i know of no such king, nevermind his whereabouts.” he turns to the girl, then, narrowing his eyes at her in wary suspicion. “frankly, i’m not so sure of my own whereabouts. tell me ---- how did you get here? did you arrive with anybody else?”

[florivns]

snow white.

snow tugged at the edge of her threadbare skirt self-consciously. even among muck she knew from his finery that he was no man who would want to associate with her. her shoes scuffed the tile beneath her as she backed into the well wary of the stranger before her. his red cape wove like a signal fire in the wind but snow couldn’t tell whether it was a warning or a beacon. her mouth gaped trying to find some answer to the strange feeling welling in her chest. “surely you don’t.” she protested. “i am no one of consequence sir.”

★ ° ⋆ her protests do very little to deter his mind from insisting that he knows her, taking another small step towards her in an attempt to get something like a closer look. “don’t be silly. if you’re no one of consequence, i wouldn’t have recognized you,” he notes simply. before he can startle her, he clears his throat and straightens himself, adjusting his velvety-blue vest and holding his own hands behind his back in the default stance he’s been taught to stand in all his life. “my name is prince florian,” he introduces, voice sturdy and unwavering. “----i hail from a small kingdom in west germany.”

[florivns]

megara.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, meg couldn’t help but attend the spring welcoming event, if only out of curiosity. as she found her name on a card, it wasn’t too surprising to her to find a note from hades. of course, he was the reason she was here. probably another horrible mission where she had to do his dirty work. as she noticed someone else, one eyebrow raised. “what kind of fancy place is this?” she asked, unsure if it was to the other person or just rhetorical, musing aloud. “seems more fitted for the gods rather than someone like me.” 

★ ° ⋆ he feels like he’s probably reached for the hilt of his sabre a thousand times already with how many times people have startled the living daylights out of him. this time is no exception, his left hand reflexively resting on the handle as he narrows his eyes suspiciously at the girl. “a castle,” he says firmly, voice curt and unwavering -- like he’s been taught all his life. “----but not the one i’m used to, it seems.” he glances around as if the room might shift or change in a split second if he stops paying attention for a moment too long. “what do you mean, madam?” he asks, returning his eyes to her and taking a cautious step closer. “places like these are fit for kings and queens -- not gods.”

[florivns]

snow white.

Her first thought is how easy it is to be intimidated by him. He’s beautiful in the way that makes her think of paintings and poetry and she can feel her heart sink to her stomach. There’s something almost familiar about him. If she let herself be romantic she’d say she had known him in a past life. She pulled her head from the concave of the well where the echos of her singing had ceased. “Uh-” she muttered unsure. “I’ll go.” // @florivns

wandering this damn castle for a number of hours has taken it’s toll on him -- and it’s visible, too, in the worried furrow to his brow and the slight sheen of sweat on the peaks of his face and neck. his jacket -- pristine white with gold detailing, as per usual -- is slightly dirtied from trying to find a way out earlier in the day, slipping through narrow byways and brushing up against walls, and he’s removed his gloves and shoved them into his pants pocket. he’s tired by now, moving through the garden at a leisurely pace as he attempts to make the best out of this awfully confusing situation -- and then he sees her, and he feels a bit like he’s been hit by a strong gust of wind. he takes a moment to catch his breath, attempting to recollect his thoughts, halted in place a little ways away from where she’s perched at the edge of the well. “do i know you?” he asks, eyebrows drawing slightly together in misty confusion. “----i know you, i’m sure of it...”

[florivns]

ariel.

       *    ♡ ˙ ˖    /  This can’t be happening. This can not be happening. The mantra played like a broken record in her mind as she trudged the halls of the vast castle. Something told her that there was something wrong with the dream she had before she found herself waking up in a bedroom that wasn’t hers and Eric’s and greeted with an invitation from Ursula. The sea witch was dead, and yet… Ariel shook her head fretfully. She had discovered the kitchens not long after and grabbed her most trusted weapon–a fork. The dinglehopper was definitely more than just a hairbrush when she accidentally stabbed her crustacean friend with one of them.

Ariel spotted a figure when she made a turn in one of the everlasting hallways. She raised her fork, one hand clutching the blasted invitation and the other pointing the dinglehopper threateningly at the person.❝You! Did Ursula send you? Morgana, perhaps? Where is my family? ❞

florian is entirely unsure of how all of this came about. he woke up to a piece of paper signed by the evil queen, and all he can think about is how he’s going to get back to his kingdom. where is his horse? his servants? every turn around every corner makes him think he might’ve just sleepwalked to an unfamiliar part of his own castle, but the people he meets prove that theory wrong just before he can start to feel at home. regardless, the whole thing is dizzying -- maddening, in a sense.

he turns a final corner, a stern furrow to his brow, his pace having quickened over the past few minutes as he feels himself becoming more and more irritated by the confusion. he’s startled, though, when he’s met with a small redheaded girl, pointing what seems to be a fork at him. his right hand comes to the holster on his left hip, holding the hilt of his sabre -- at least he still has that. “don’t make me draw it,” he threatens, voice low and surprisingly unwavering, despite the agitation on his features. “i have no idea where your family is, miss. frankly, i have no idea where i am, to begin with.” his hand stays on the hilt of his weapon as long as she keeps the fork pointed at him. “where do you hail from?”

[florivns]

emmy again !! this is my second baby, prince florian from snow white and the seven dwarves !! i’m v excited to play him, so click that read more down below for some information about him, and pls like this and i’ll shimmy into your inbox for some plots !!

sweet valley welcomes PRINCE FLORIAN from SNOW WHITE. he is twenty three years old and looks a lot like ( SHAWN MENDES ). when the curse came to this cismale’s fairy tale, it swept away some of their memories. while they are still charming & gallant, they also brought with them their foolish & curt stride.

for the most part, florian presents himself as a knightly, noble guy -- pretty typical for a prince ( being the first price ever in an animated disney film, they had to set the standard ! ) 

he’s generally quite kind and considerate, and he tries his best to keep his friendly, approachable front on at all times -- at least when he’s around others.

however, as valiant as he is, he can sometimes come off as curt and unintentionally treat others with contempt. from the moment he was born he was told he’d be king one day, which he holds a lot of pride in, so sometimes his humility gets away from him

he’s also quite mischievous ! despite his royal responsibilities, he does know how to have fun and was scolded often as a child for pulling pranks on his family and for getting his clothes dirty while out with his friends.

he has very few memories of his “story” -- all he remembers is seeing snow white singing into the well for the first time, and thinking she was beautiful. ( in the story, florian sings along with her, and they fall in love instantly -- florian doesn’t remember this ! )

he’s well-trained and educated in a plethora of different skills, such as swordfighting, fencing, riding horses, and various sports

being stuck in sweet valley has perplexed him more than anything else -- he’s most anxious to get back to his home so he can continue pursuing the throne

[tristamateer]

so the boy is not a wolf–  but he bites like one.  when you tell everyone  he has teeth, he just smiles  and smiles.

ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)

[mendes-shawn]

Long live the look on your face, And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remember.