#flannan

[unseeliethot]

The Lovers - The Devil

Could i put more effort in to make these more tarot-y, sure, am i going to absolutely not one of these took 12 hours as is

There's 0 symbolism in the lovers beyond haha tits BUT in the devil

In the og tarot card, it depicts a couple with chains loose around their necks tying them to the devils altar, signifying that their sin is their own choice. I cut out the middle man with Keagan and Pasha, and chained them to each other instead. The choice part of it comes from an exchange of metals for them instead, Keagan wears Hypatia's silver for his collar while Hypatia wears gold.

I did also note while doing the shitty shitty sketch that Hypatia's arms form a pentagon, and with pentagons its so easy to make a pentagram. I fucked it when resizing the image but whatever, connecting her elbows, hands, and shoulder you get a pentagram.

Further from there, Hypatia's motif is more the full moon, but using a crescent moon let me give her devil horns. So I did that.

[toadjunkie]

man so pretty and for what, so i can fall in love with him??!!!

well it worked

[bella-daonna]

Flannán's Five-Day Festival

Hi everyone!

Since it’s the unseelie king’s birthday coming up, me, @unseelie-grimalkin and @unseeliethot (are you noticing a bias in usernames?) thought it would be fun to make a fan event for it!

How it works:

Each day from the 17-21st December has two prompts. Pick one (or both if you want, I guess) and make something based on it. Some examples include: art, fic/ story, headcanon, mood board, playlist - anything you like!

You don’t have to do every prompt or every day - there’s no pressure and it’s just for fun. Interpret the prompts however you like!

Tag what you make as #flannan fest 2022 so that we can see it!

The prompts:

17th December: Treat / Pack

18th December: Fall / Snow

19th December: Sanctuary / Competition

20th December: Talent / Craft

21st December: Lá Breithe Shona Dhuit a Fhlannáin!*

(*Happy Birthday Flannán! - this is a free space. Do whatever you like!)

We're so excited to see your creations!

ps thank you grim for making the lovely banner graphic, and thank you @officialshaefearglas for the idea since we were inspired by Shae Weekend back in summer!

pps i will be following the tag, but feel free to tag me in your stuff if you want to make sure i see it and reblog! :)

ppps if you want to post but you are shy, feel free to send it to me or submit it to me and I can post on anon for you! (specify that you want it to be anonymous!)

Any questions, my asks are open 🥳

[scotianostra]

15th December 1900. An investigation subsequently concluded that it was on this day, probably in the afternoon that the three Keepers of the year old Flannan Isles Lighthouse disappeared.

On December 7th, 1900, Donald MacArthur, Thomas Marshall, and James Ducat arrived at the Flannan Isles lighthouse to begin their two-week rotation as keepers of the lighthouse. The Superintendent of Lighthouses, Robert Muirhead came with them to do a routine check of the lighthouse and speak to the men. He made certain that everything was in working order. He then spoke with James Ducat about some difficulties they were having with the heavy mist that commonly surrounded the island. The men then said goodbye to the Superintendent and he left.

The lighthouse was regularly monitored from the mainland by telescope. This way, if there were an emergency, the men could signal for help. Unfortunately, there was the problem of the mist. The lighthouse was seen on December 7 and December 12th. The lighthouse was also seen on December 15, by a passing ship. The crew noted that the light was not shining, as it should have been. It was not seen from land again until the 29th, well after the men should have ended their rotation.

The ship that was to deliver the men’s relief and bring them home from the Flannan Isles lighthouse was delayed until December 21st, because of a run of bad weather. When the ship, the SS Hesperus, arrived at Eilean Mor, the men on board expected to see a flag flying to indicate that the keepers had noted their arrival and would be deploying a rowboat to retrieve their relief. However, the flag was not flying, nor did the men respond to a siren. A landing craft with two men on board was launched from the SS Hesperus with two men on board.

When the two men reached Eilean Mor, one man, Joseph Moore, went up to check the lighthouse for the three missing men. He found the entrance locked. He unlocked the door and entered to find the Flannan Isles lighthouse unmanned. The clock on the wall had stopped. No fire was in the grate, nor had one been there for a few days. Oddly, there was a meal sitting at the table. It looked like someone had set it down with the intention of eating it soon, but left it untouched.

Whatever had happened to the men, it happened to them suddenly. There was nothing anyone could do about it with so few clues. So four men, including Moore, stayed on the island to operate the lighthouse while everyone else left.

The records of the three Flannan Isles Lighthouse Keepers were subsequently inspected. It was discovered that Eilean Mor was hit with a strong storm on December 14. The last entry was made on the afternoon of December 15. It simply stated:

“Storm ended, sea calm. God is over all.”

Superintendent Muirhead concluded that the men must have been taken by nature when they left the lighthouse to repair storm damage to a storage container outside. One of his theories (the most likely) was that a large wave came upon the men while they were working and swept all three of them into the Atlantic Ocean, where they died. This the story my Uncle Eric believes to be true, he worked on Flannan and many other lighthouses during the work to automate them all in the 1980′.  Muirhead, wrote in his official report:

“I am of the opinion that the most likely explanation of this disappearance of the men is that they had all gone down on the afternoon of Saturday, 15 December to the proximity of the West landing, to secure the box with the mooring ropes, etc and that an unexpectedly large roller had come up on the island, and a large body of water going up higher than where they were and coming down upon them had swept them away with resistless force.

I visited them as lately as 7th December and have the melancholy recollection that I was the last person to shake hands with them and bid them adieu”.

Muirhead’s theory is largely regarded as truth. The only other alternatives seem to be that the men left of their own accord, they were kidnapped, or some other ludicrous speculation. Unfortunately, the bodies were ever recovered, so there is no way to be sure.

In the years following, other keepers claimed to hear voices in the salty air screaming out the names of Thomas Marshall, James Ducat, and Donald McArthur.

In “Mysterious Celtic Mythology in American Folklore”, author Bob Curran writes: “For many local people, there was little doubt that they had been spirited into the otherworld.”

[maistiruin]

I know you don't do HCs but I like your theories so I wondered if you had any ideas what their weddings might be like 👀

anon i am so sorry because I kept forgetting about this in the drafts

planning fictional weddings may be one of my favorite things to do ever. Everyone else under the cut. This is arranged by who I had ideas for first. Lengths and details may vary.

Shae

You and Shae avoid getting married the whole time somehow, despite doing married people things your entire relationship. And then it's tax time and you realize it would be way more convenient to do these if you were married. Now you're married.

OK, tax joke aside, one night after a long time of marriage-esque domesticity, you just wake up bolt upright and ask, "Should we get married?"

Shae's still a little sleepy so they just grumpily tell you to ask again in the morning. They wrestle you back into a cuddle position. You are soft putty and cannot win.

Before you can wake up and ask again, Shae is up first and beats you to it. You should have proposed first!

You send out invitations—not a lot, just the people who matter. Shae's family, the friends you've made, small group only. You specifically tell everyone that it's because you're getting married in a few days, but everyone still brings food to the outpost like it's some kind of potluck.

The ceremony takes place three days later in the garden. Under the trellis, where some berry plants are tied to prevent them from falling over. It smells like it's about to rain, and you have to act fast.

It starts as a light drizzle that becomes a whole shower just in time for the final kiss. Everybody rushes inside before the rain gets any worse, but all in all, it was a great day.

Maeve

You and Maeve do get engaged and all, but in the spirit of her U-Haul Lesbian vibes (...U-Haul Bisexual?), one weekend in the heat of wedding planning, you spirit away and just elope.

It's a private affair with just you and the crows (ravens?) as your only guests. You come back to the capital two days later and dive back into the wedding planning whirlwind.

You still go through with the public wedding, but now it's more fun for you both. A lil wink to each other as you repeat your wedding vows. No one else gets the joke.

No one will ever know the wedding was just for show, except maybe three people (Flannán included?) and this knowledge will stay secret until at least your 10th wedding anniversary.

Robin

Robin canonically cannot got to a church, so you have a destination wedding instead.

First stop, the trash heap. You have to pick out your wedding rings. There's a lot to choose from.

Next stop, wherever the hell you want. It doesn't matter, they can take you there.

If you can't decide immediately, Robin will cycle between a few places, including but not limited to: Shae's outpost, the forests of Murias, literally right at the Seelie-Unseelie border, the throne room at the People's Castle, and the hoard he calls home.

What follows next may be romantically stupid or stupidly romantic, depending on which end you are so inclined. You exchange vows at the location of your choice.

Part of me wants to say Robin splits their wedding vows into sentences and each one is said in a different location, but I don't know how great teleportation is for either party.

Robin is as Robin does, the last line they say is "We're married now, buck-o."

Seems legit enough. Now let's go pick the honeymoon location.

Flannán

Married and engaged in the same day.

You wake up one morning to see Flannán trying to fit a ring over your finger, and he tries to make you go back to sleep and pretend like nothing happened, but eventually relents and proposes.

As soon as you step out of the bedroom, you find people rushing around the castle covering every inch of it with winter blossoms. Flannán looks as surprised as you.

He flags someone down to say that the proposal is off. He's bright red as he explains that he already proposed to you on accident.

Turns out this isn't for the proposal.

Apparently, no one trusts you or Flannán to plan your own wedding in a timely or easy manner. You are now getting married.

Talk about overwhelming. You just got engaged less than an hour ago. To be fair, it doesn't matter how you got married. Just that you finally do.

Also Flannán's dogs are chewing on the decorations the whole time. If this were a wedding with a photographer, they would feature in every single shot.

Not because the photographer was too focused on the dogs (valid but not the case). It's because they want to be included in everything.

Aífe

OBVIOUSLY a massive ceremony. All of the Seelie court is invited. I'm torn between having it in the palace gardens or the throne room. Both seem like great ideas.

Aífe's wedding will be loaded with outfit changes like nobody's business. She has at least ten gowns for herself, and then ten outfits for you so you match with her every single time.

The ceremony would be simple if not for the break taken for every outfit change. Aífe made all these dresses, she MUST get to use them.

Outfit changes extend to the reception, too.

Aífe sings you a lovely ballad and you just have to stand there and take it and how in love you are with her. And you need to let her finish the song or else she'll be very cross with you, and that's no way to start your marriage.

Unless, of course... you would like to sing with her? She does love it when you duet.

The wedding reception is truly equal parts reception and equal parts recital. People (mainly Aífe) showing off their talents and having fun, celebrating.

Keagan

Full disclosure, it is impossible for me to think of Keagan wedding HCs without thinking of my Arranged Marriage AU at the same time. And that's a very different wedding than what I imagine Keagan would normally have. Probably still similar enough though.

Sorry for talking about the Arranged Marriage AU (not sorry actually :P)

Anyway, garden wedding for sure. Aífe wouldn't say no to lending the royal gardens for her dearest friends' wedding.

It may also be next to one of those super cool waterfalls in the royal gardens but I have my personal reasons for wanting that.

It's a bad idea though because waterfalls are Loud, so maybe we'll keep it to that nice gazebo by the water.

There have been spring showers every day leading up to the wedding so the two of you are rightly worried about wedding plans, but when the day comes, it's nice and sunny.

It's actually too nice and sunny.

If you turn around at any point during the ceremony, you'll see people holding up things over their faces so that the glare from the sun isn't bothering them.

There's a tiny part of you that's actually upset that it didn't rain because you two planned this whole affair around the idea that it would be raining, and now it's not.

The wedding goes off without a hitch. Not a single dry eye when Keagan is done with his vows, made worse when it's your turn.

The reception is not much different from Aífe's (though significantly less of a talent show).

I imagine it's a bit more of a game. You and Keagan can be playful that way.

From the audience, all that can be seen is Keagan turning to you and whispering something in your ear that makes you smile.

From where you're sitting, he is trying to get you to break so you two can leave the reception early.

He is trying very well.

You both leave the reception early.

[twafordizzy]

Vuurtoren Flannan Isles: mysterieuze verdwijning

Vuurtoren Flannan Isles: mysterieuze verdwijning

De verdwenen vuurtorenwachters; bron beeld: ufoinsight.com bron beeld: panmacmillan.com De vuurtoren op Eilean Mòr is een onderdeel van de Flannan Isles. Flannan Isles is een onbewoonde archipel op dertig kilometer van de Buiten-Hebriden, Schotland, Op het eiland staat ook een kapel gewijd aan de heilige Flannan. Flannan was een abt die in de zeventiende eeuw toevallig op dit eiland…

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 1 MATCH 3

Flannan propaganda:

"boobies out. troubled man riddled with emotional baggage. has doggies that he loves. what more do u need to even say........"

Fenris propaganda:

“Broody hot elf with glowing tattoos and a sultry voice that escaped from his former slaver and joins your ragtag team of misfits that save the city. He is snarky with your companions and always so surprised to be loved and supported. Everytime I play and try to romance someone else I fail because I can't not flirt with him.”

[moiraimyths]

Happy birthday Flannan, my love. I hope I you can relax and enjoy today; you deserve that. And, as ever, I am at your disposal. Whatever you may request from me I will do my best to fulfill.

You are, are you? A dangerous prospect. I might demand of you any number of unspeakable things.

...Giving the dogs a bath, for instance. That's always a horror in and of itself, but it would be very funny (for me) to watch.

***

The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) was successfully funded on Kickstarter in January 2023. While our full game is in development, interested parties can play our FREE DEMO out now on Steam and Itch.io! Check our pinned post for links!

[holycatsandrabbits]

Want to write about a haunting? There are six haunted places on my Weird Wednesday blog, with writing prompts!

The Flannan Isles Vanishing: The Mysterious Disappearance of Three Lighthouse Keepers

Phantom Islands: The Isle of Demons, Fata Morgana Land, and of course, Atlantis

The Deadly Dyatlov Pass: What happened to nine hikers on a snowy night in 1959?

The Amityville Horror: Infamous American Haunted House

The Villisca Axe Murders: 1912 Tragedy 

The Crossroads: Metaphysical Meeting Place

A prompt:

Putting the phantom in phantom island. Perhaps a certain island is a gathering place for phantoms of all kinds: ghosts of the drowned from vessels lost in the area, sea monsters, wormholes through space/time, zombies, or demons. Perhaps someone has literally cursed the place, or maybe it’s the site of an evil relic or graveyard of the damned. It could even be the home port of the ghost ship Flying Dutchman.

DannyeChase.com ~ AO3 ~ Linktree ~ Weird Wednesday writing prompts blog ~ Resources for Writers

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[hedonist-aesthete]

Potential captions because I couldn't decide:

- Caught between a rock and a hard place

- Learn how to share

- Very tired, want to go home, give me back my horse

[lonely--shine]

Back to the Wall

Naomh learns she can tease a certain King with her height. King Flannán can't say he's mad about it.

This was supposed to be a doodle but then it got massively out of hand and I turned it into a full fledged thing instead. Call it practice or something. I just needed to draw a flustered Flannán, this drawing is the main reason why Naomh even exists if I'm being honest, lol! First drawing of many with my NDM OCs plus the cast, hopefully! A way to keep myself entertained until the routes come out xD

Oh, by the by! Tip Jar tier supporters have access to a version of this with Flannán NOT wearing the eyepatch (aside from the WIPs, full size, and all the usual). You know, just in case you're curious about that 👀

[unseeliethot]

Day four! With the prompt being Talent / Craft, let's celebrate his talent in crafting! Specifically blacksmithing!

One day closer to the big birthday!

[oldmisfortune]

!MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE DEMO AHEAD!

Contents: Mothman Keagan CG-like illustration of a scene in the demo

I found the Local Moth Man(TM) in a shady alleyway on my first playthrough, I've had a very vivid image in my head of what that would look like and I finally got around to drawing it!

BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING, I know he doesn't have red in his design ;; but I added it to the first draft before I fetched the ref and I never got to fixing it idoalsothinktheredaccentsreallyhelphimpop

I hope that's alright ;;

[bella-daonna]

HC idea: first kiss with the ROs 👀 (I need Maeve kisses STAT)

Thanks for sending this anon I love u 🥺

First Kisses 💕✨

Shae

You visit one day, and catch them outside their outpost, picking juicy, tart blackberries off a bush.

you sneak up behind them, but they seem preoccupied, jumping and scraping their hand against some of the thorns on the vine.

guiltily, full of apologies and despite their protests, you pull their hand over to look at it, noticing that there’s a bit of blood welling up

maybe I don’t have healing magics, you say, but a bit of love always helps to chase the pain away.

Shae gives a chuckle.

I’m serious! Me mam always used to kiss my scrapes better - who knows, maybe she had a little magic in ‘er too, cause I found it to help with the sting.

Shae blushes, looking away from your gaze. Well... d’ya think it still works the same here...?

A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth. Only one way to find out, don’t ya think? you lean down and give the scrape a kiss, smiling up at them. Well? Does it feel better?

Their expression goes from surprised, to bashful, to... a smile.

Aye, they say. Much better.

Keagan

You were heading to Galway, not Germany - you didn’t pack your wardrobe. You didn’t even pack a change of clothes. It was only meant to be one night-!

The master of secrets is a very perceptive man, but it does not take his skill to notice that you stick out like a sore thumb in this strange world of decadence and beauty.

Come with me, he had said. His tone was authoritative enough that it only occurs to you when he’s ushering you through a doorway that he hadn’t told you why, or where.

That second question is answered easily enough though, when you see the fabrics and muslins and mannequins and racks and racks of sumptuous clothes. A tailor.

Perhaps he just wanted company…?

That little wisp, the glowing moth that often is seen about him, flies from just above his shoulder over your head and alights upon the gilded frame of a floor length mirror.

Your eyes skim over your reflection, and you choose instead to peer at the fabrics and textures, reaching out to run your fingers over a pretty brocade, admiring the finely woven fabric.

Pretty, isn’t it?

His voice comes from just behind your ear, startling you. A rich chuckle follows when you jump.

Ah-!! Yes, yes it’s lovely.

You tuck your hair back, and look over your shoulder at him. He’s smiling at you, catlike eyes promising nothing but trouble.

It would bring out your eyes.

Before you have a chance to respond, a tailor bustles over, ignoring you completely but all smiles for him.

Master Keagan, to what do they owe the pleasure of his patronage? Might he be seeking a new robe, they have just received a shipment of quite lovely silk?

He smiles, and then nods at you. My… friend here could benefit from your expertise.

He lays his hand over yours, his thumb sweeping across the fabric, and your heart skitters. We like this.

The tailor’s gaze turns from him to you, and turns a tad colder. But of course.

When they turn back to him, their smile is warm again. Anything for him, master Keagan.

You are focused on the gentle touch of his hand on yours and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, so you simply follow when you are led to a smaller, more cosy room off the main chamber.

The tailor gets in close, using a soft measuring tape and scribbling down your measurements, under Keagan’s watchful eye. He’s not looking in the mirror, and your back is turned, so really it can’t hurt for you to take him in, the strong line of his nose, the part of his lips, the curl of his hair and bright gold of his eyes.

His eyes, which, as the tailor fades into the background, flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when he catches you staring, and you redden. You don’t look away.

He steps up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing at your neck.

I cannot deny, I am eager to see you in garments befitting you.

You blink. I… I cannot afford this- I don’t have- do they even accept pounds here? And even they do, you do not have any to spare for frivolous luxuries.

Nonsense. You are my guest. Consider it my treat.

You can feel his breath against your neck, the warmth of his hands seem to burn through the rough linen at your shoulders, and it scatters your thoughts

Ah- but- however could I thank you-

His voice is almost a purr as he leans in closer, his eyes in the mirror taking in your flushed face, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

Consider it a treat for myself, too. His lips press to your neck, and you shiver, leaning back against him. I like to take care of what’s mine, after all.

He presses another kiss to your neck, open mouthed and warm, and you swallow hard. Keagan-

At that moment, the tailor re-enters, a scowl overtaking their face when they see him up against you.

He straightens, and turns to talk to them, about fabrics and cuts and silhouettes, but his thumb, gently rubbing circles at your neck, tells you that he’s not done with you yet.

Aífe

You know they whisper about you. You’re common, you never seem to say the right thing, you are dazzled by the stark opulence of the seelie palace, and you feel out of place, even though the queen outfits you in gorgeous clothing, finer than you’ve ever worn.

You feel out of place, and you stick out like a sore thumb amongst these aristocrats and nobles. And they look down upon you for it, too.

Really, why should you worry? Why should you care what these people think of you? You shouldn’t care.

But still, it stings when you pick up the wrong fork, only realising it’s wrong when a titter runs through those sitting by you. When a servant delicately leans in over your shoulder to correct you. It’s kind of them, but nonetheless embarrassing. You know how these people think of you.

But… you look over, to the head of the table. Aífe is laughing, her eyes sparkling, her lips shining, her hair bouncing at her shoulders.

It’s rude to stare, but you do it anyway. You can’t help but feel entranced.

She catches you staring, and blows you a kiss. It catches you off guard, and it takes you a few moment to realise that she’s beckoning you over.

You scramble out of your chair, and perhaps you’d care about how undignified you look if it weren’t for the warmth in her eyes as she waits for you.

Darling! She reaches up and squishes your cheeks with her hands.

You beam back at her, feeling your cheeks grow warm under her palms. Hello, your majesty. I hope you’ve been enjoying the feast.

I hope that you have too, darling~

Something in the way she says it tips you off that perhaps she had noticed your hunched shoulders and downturned gaze earlier. However, those darker thoughts have been chased away by her warm smile, her soft skin on yours, and the way that her hair curls against her cheek, making you want to reach out and touch it.

She leans in, her voice lowering so only you can hear. Darling, I hope you know not to let them get to you. Jealous minds seek to destroy that which they cannot have.

You blink, not really following. They do…? But- I don’t- what do I have that they don’t…?

Aífe laughs, and tugs you down into her lap. The nobles at the table, the noise of chatter and laughter and clinking cutlery fades into the background as you blink at her, looking into her eyes, mouth turning dry.

She leans in, murmuring into your ear. Why, you have me, of course~

I have-?

You are cut off by her lips pressing against yours, and yes, they are just as soft as you had imagined.

Maeve

It has been a little heavy, the past few days. So Maeve wanted to take you somewhere fun, to cheer you (and herself) up.

She tells you with a wink and a grin to wear something you can move in.

After dinner she whisks you away, walking down side streets and alleyways, she stops outside a door.

Pushing the doorway open, light floods into the dark streets, and the sounds of people laughing, plates and tankards clattering against each other and onto wooden tables, the thumping of footsteps and, above all else, the sounds of lively music

C’mon! Maeve’s fingers curl around your elbow and tug you inside, a wave of warmth suffusing you, a welcome change from the chilly outdoors.

She gets the both of you a drink - taking longer than it should, as people you don’t recognise chat to her and smile at her and offer her a seat at their table. But eventually she gets to the bar (drinks slide across the bar for her, on the house), and back to you

Popular, aren’tcha?

Maeve laughs. The townsfolk are good people.

You chat and laugh together for a while, watching the dancing- until you feel Maeve touch your hand.

Wanna dance?

She looks so pretty in the lights, and her fingers are soft against yours. There’s nothing you’d like more.

So you take her hand and she leads you to the dance floor, pulling you close and leading you in an energetic, boisterous dance that you’re certain you are messing up but you’re having far too much fun to care.

The band picks up, and it must be nearing the end of the song, because she throws you out and then spins you back into her arms, yours catching her around the shoulders as the piece finishes on one long note.

You’re laughing, breathless, and then breathless for another reason entirely, as you see the way she’s smiling at you and leaning closer.

Your hand curves around the back of her neck as she leans in, pressing those soft lips to yours, and you can’t help but grin.

Flannán

You’re pretty sure he’s been avoiding you. The two of you have been getting closer and closer recently, but… clearly something changed.

You weren’t sure what to do. Leave it be? Confront him?

After all, you had thought, maybe, he might feel… similarly to you?

You sit at dinner, slowly chewing your food, and watching him on his throne. He is listening to a stranger (strange to you at least - who knows how well he knows them).

The interesting part is not to whom he speaks, however. No. What interests you most is the way that his gaze slides away from them, seeking someone in the crowd.

Eventually, his gaze lands on you. His cheeks colour, noticing you’re looking right back at him. But it takes a moment or two for his gaze to return to his companion.

You continue watching him, and are rewarded when his eyes come back to meet yours, and- is that a blush upon the face of the unseelie king?

…hmm. Your mind settles.

He’s been avoiding you, but you won’t allow that for much longer.

Eventually, he gets up, leaving through a corridor leading deeper into the castle. You lay down your cutlery and hurry to follow.

You follow him to quieter halls. Flannán, you call.

He stops, his broad shoulders tensing, and does not turn. …I have matters to attend to.

You’ve had rather a lot of matters to attend to recently, you reply, stepping up beside him, brushing past him to get a look at his face. You’ve been avoiding me.

He goes to deny it, but then hesitates, looking away from you, and remaining silent instead.

I was rather concerned that… I might have misjudged our last interaction. I might have asked earlier, but you’ve been making that rather difficult for me. Do I owe you an apology…?

A line appears between his eyebrows, as they furrow together. An apology? For what?

Well… You consider him, consider your words. Whether you should just say it, or continue to dance around him. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to be coy, but. You are not the most patient sort. At least when it comes to the unseelie king. And, after all, not using your words was what got him to avoid you in the first place.

It seems that I misjudged your feelings. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable with me.

Misjudged… my feelings? He looks rather taken aback. Hm. Have you mistaken him once again?

Perhaps it’s worth one more try… Cards on the table, this time. Just in case.

You reach up, your fingertips gently brushing his cheek. Flannán, the last time I was able to get you alone, I attempted to kiss you. I assumed that, since you have avoided me in the days since, my advances are unwelcome.

You pause, assessing him. Pulling your hand back, slightly. My intention was never to make you feel uncomfortable with m-

They are not unwelcome.

There’s that pretty blush once again. He doesn’t meet your gaze, but his hand comes up and brings your hand back in contact with his cheek.

Well. There’s your answer. You smile, and stroke your thumb beside the corner of his mouth, your fingers curl around the edge of his jaw, admiring as his blush darkens.

In that case, your majesty, I would be most obliged if you allowed me to finish what I started, before we were so rudely interrupted.

It’s only because you are so close that you are able to notice the corners of his lips tilting up. When he leans down, you smile and press your lips to his.

Finally.

Robin

I’m booooooooooored!

Robin is laying sprawled across the table, their head hanging off the edge closest to you, and giving you their best upside-down puppydog eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. What’cha want me to do about it huh?

Hmm... There’s a flash and they’re gone- and the fingers poking into your ribs tells you that they’re behind you. Let’s play a game!

What kinda game?

A fun one!

You take a moment to think, but then inspiration strikes. Or maybe it was just the feeling of Robin’s head appearing in your lap.

C’mon! Tell me some human game or somethin’!

...Ah. You know the perfect one. Have you ever heard of truth or dare?

Their eyes sparkle. Totally! (An obvious lie, but it’s not as if the rules require explanation.)

All right then. Truth or dare?

DARE! Obviously. Heh.

...you look around for inspiration. I... dare you... to... smear mashed potatoes on your face!

In hindsight, you have no idea why you thought Robin would even hesitate. They’d probably have done it just for fun.

My turn! I dare you to... eat the mashed potatoes! They point to their gooey, mashy cheek, and wink at you.

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks get a bit warm. But you can’t exactly say no to the dare now can you? You lean in, and lick their cheek. Mmm, mashy~

Robin licks you back. It makes you giggle, but then you fall silent, caught by the way the light catches the little flecks of colour in their bright amber eyes. You’re much quieter this time, when you ask again. Truth or dare?

Dare! Obviously!

You smile at them and their mashy face, and decide to be brave.

...Kiss me?

They do.

(You may also find them smearing mashed potatoes on your face, to be even, but you think it’s worth it.)

[cinemaquiles]

Baseado em fatos reais: "O mistério do farol" (The vanishing, 2018)

[maistiruin]

NDM characters as wrong answers on a test

Shae

Keagan

Aífe

Flannán

Maeve

Robin

bonus: MC