❝ // ✨ crowned arrangements

[valkyrie,]

being the heirs of royal families is a hard job. you're next in line to rule a country- or at least act like you are. not many people know that the royal families of our world don't get along. more like, the princesses and princes with their dramatic lifestyle. either friends or foes, ten royals are sent to stay in a luxury resort, made just for them, on a private island. while these young adult relax, they have to put up with the fact of being arranged with their enemy. will the crew enjoy their trip while it last or cause chaos between each other?

discussion

[valkyrie,]

one. all site rules apply to this thread. two. you can two characters three. want characters to be either heterosexual or bisexual, please. four. no crushing on your own characters. five. drama is highly encouraged. six. please be considerate of other people. seven. i expect at least 100+ words per post, and i would like everyone to be involved so please don't leave anyone out. eight. if you have an idea for drama plots, please let me know. nine. reservations can only be made through private message and they last only 48 hours. ten. i would like for you to code your forms a little bit eleven. if you are not active in two weeks - you will be removed from the role play.

[valkyrie,]

kingdoms -
bad girl/princess of greece- moongirl.
miss fabulous/princess of france - lena
tomboy/princess of america - hysteria;
cold-hearted/princess of oceania - moony
sweetheart/princess of korea - witchery

prince charming/prince of england - spidey
know-it-all/prince of spain - spidey
bad boy/prince of russia - ℓєωιѕςαяяσℓℓ
teddy bear/prince of canada - flamed
party boy/prince of italy - mj

- arrangements in mind
- the sweetheart x bad boy
- the cold-hearted x teddy bear
- the tomboy x know it all
- ms. fabulous x party boy
- bad girl x prince charming

[valkyrie,]

XXxxxxxxXXHERA
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role ( heir of greece ) · age ( twenty-one ) · gender ( cis.female ) · tagged ( open )

"ενεργεί σαν θεά, όχι βασίλισσα.", words that her mother reminded her for years. her mother was a queen, who ruled on her own. it was tough for the queen to do everthing by herself until she had a child with an italian duke. this helped with a great alliance with italy. the prince was basically her best friend. they were inseparable. as for other royals, it varied. the day that foxy's mother noticed that her daughter wasn't all great with other royals. she requested to send them to a private resort. the only citizens around were the workers or the owners. to be honest, hera wanted to yell at her mother - who wanted to be stuck on an island with royals she hated.

sitting in a beach chair, her brown eyes looked at the crystal clear ocean. it was beautiful, just like the island. however, lately, a party was being held on the beach. both royals and workers were having a day off. it was fun to see people having, so she can just ruin it in some type of way. what way? foxy didn't really know or care. pushing her hair behind her ear, her sunglasses fell off her nose as she sat up. her swim suit fit her perfectly and it showed all her curves. "for the love of aphrodite, the food is here. but a big flaw, it that she ate alot and didn't really care what people thought of her looks.

walking over to the table, she picked up a hot dog and looked at the other royals. if someone bothered, she'll likely stuff it in their mouth. as she walked away with the away with the hotdog, she looked around for her little paradise of a chair.

[universal song]

𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕥𝕠𝕟 ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕒
[Canadian prince|male|21|tags: open]

Ash hadn't been exactly thrilled to be going to the island yet he hadn't been exactly angry either. While he missed his siblings and was worried about their wellbeing, he was rather pleased he didn't have to be criticized and/or ignored by his father. When the king, his selfish father, informed him of this trip he felt upset. How could his father do this behind his back? Soon enough he realized it might be fun but not enough to let him relax.

Now he sat in the sand, at a beach party he didn't want to intend. The beach was great, the water crystal clear and the breeze fresh. But he was surrounded by grumpy, stuck-up royals who wanted to ignore him. I guess not everyone could be to polite. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. As a delicious aroma wafted his way, he turned his head. Hot dogs! Wow, he hadn't had one in awhile. Standing up, he grabbed one and took a bite of the savouring food and turned back to the ocean.

[FAERIEH0NG]

❝ ｍａｒｚｉｏ !
[ party boy // twenty-one // tagged ➳ foxy ]

surprise!!!finally, an opportunity had come about for the italian prince to have some fun again. after the thorough tongue-lashing that
marzio had received from his parents regarding his "disgraceful" and "reckless" habits, he'd been keeping himself on a tight leash simply
because he didn't want to be the weak link in his family name. and now, though many of the other royals attending weren't looking for
ward to the event of staying with one another at a luxury resort, marzio was excited and grabbed at the chance. he saw it as a chance
to finally relax again, have a little bit of fun. he did have a reputation to keep up, anyway!
surprise!!!he took in a deep breath as he approached the beach where the first party was supposed to be taking place. the sun kissed h
is skin in a way that made a warm feeling flow throughout his entire body, and he had already begun to feel himself relax, cleansing a
way the tensions from the past few months. his eyes flitted briefly over the royals who milled about the beach, though he only search
ed for one. she stood up, and he caught sight of her. hera, the princess of greece. a smile came upon his face. he tugged at the collar
of his tank top then made his way over, gathering her up in his arms from behind.
surprise!!!"baby doll!" marzio greeted enthusiastically, pressing a little kiss to the side of her head with a charming grin.

[meetpluto]

𝔳𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔯
| Bad Boy| 21| Tagged: N/A |

Vlad walked out onto the beach with his swim shorts and black shirt, he wore sunglasses to protect his eyes from the sun. He looked around the the beach seeing a few of the princess and princes that were stuck here with him, honestly he didn't like or could really tolerant most of them but since Adele and Foxy were here he learned to manage. Though because both of them were here it was hard for him to hang out with either of them without the other one going for their throat. He walked along feeling the sand between his toes and the heat hitting the bottom of his foot as he saw Foxy, he started to walk toward her but Marzio made his way to her already wrapping himself into her. Vlad stopped himself from continuing his journey over to her, he didn't want to cause a scene and for him if Foxy was having fun that was enough for him. Vlad turned walking more towards the water as he wondered if it was warm enough to jump in. He walked to the water standing in it as the warm water hit his feet, it really was like paradise here. Warm weather. Nice people. Different from home, but a part of him did miss his home. His mother, sister, and what was his father before his mother passed away, he shook his head trying to get ride of all the memories as he stood there wishing he had a smoke.

[hysteria.]

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B E C C A
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➢ || female || 20
role; the tomboy
location; beach
tags; vlad

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➢ Bec scanned the beach as she stood at the entrance, extremely nonplussed at having to attend at all. Of course the sun was shining, reflecting gorgeously off the sea, the exact opposite of how the young princess was feeling. As her dark brown gaze fell on Marzio and Foxy, a pang of jealousy shot through her. It had been a while since things had ended between Becca and the Italian, but feelings don't just go away. She would definitely try avoiding him for as long as she could. Ruling out the pair as an option, the only person left to talk to was Vladimir Volkov, the stone-cold Russian prince.

Bec rolled her eyes and groaned quietly to herself. Stalking towards the young man, she made a quick stop at the food table, grabbing a burger on her way past. "Привет, Владимир," she greeted sarcastically, in a deliberately awful Russian accent. She wasn't one for formalities and didn't think that royal status meant you got a free pass from being mocked. Sensitive, right?

[meetpluto]

𝔳𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔯
| Bad Boy| 21| Tagged: Becca |

Vlad stood there wondering if maybe he could go hide back in the castle or make this beach party a little more fun than just hot dogs and talking. He heard someone come up beside him and heard the butchered Russian they said to him. His face tightened, as if he ate a sour patch kid, looking over as he saw Becca. He rolled his eyes, Becca was one of those girls that didn't care about how she treated others. He rolled his eyes at her attempt in Russian as he said, Американцы развязывают другой язык, как весело. Как насчет того, как вы выучите свой собственный язык, прежде чем говорить другим. The last part he said with a soft growl as he began patting his shorts hoping he had a smoke somewhere. Finding no luck he grind his teeth, he was already annoyed being here, now he had to deal with talking to Becca who he didn't dislike but she did get on his nerves sometimes.

[vash the stampede.]

ＣＨＲＩＳＴＯＰＨＥＲ♥ＷＯＯＤＲＯＷ
location - poolside ; crush - hera ; tags - open ; theme - hate u, love u - gnash

why his grandmother had to send him here of all places was beyond him.. most of the royals that were going
hated him.. for no reason, he added in his head. the media had a bad habit of making the english prince look
like a player, when he was completely the opposite. as chris swung his feet in the water, the prince took a lo
ok at his hands before he let out a deep sigh, a few strands of his hair falling in his face. taking a look around
at the other royals, he let out a soft sigh as he bit his lower lip.

ＤＹＬＡＮ♥ＲＯＳＡＬＥＳ
location - somewhere outside ; crush - who even cares? ; tags - ugh ; theme - issues - julia michaels

being one of the most hated royals ever is not an achievement that dylan would say he was proud of. but
you know what? who even cares. their loss. pompous jerk, the hispanic prince rolled his eyes in distaste,
a scowl on his face. yeah right. you're the pompous jerk, becca. hasn't your parents ever taught you not t
o judge a book by it's cover? the hispanic prince and the american princess for sure never got along. they
absolutely hated each other, and for good reason. and the fact that he was going to be around her for god
knows how long was enough to make him feel sick. being around any of these people made him sick. "vam
os, dylan. puedes hacerlo."


translations - vamos, dylan. puedes hacerlo. - "come on dylan, you can do this."