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patroclusdefencesquad · 4 months
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reading the third last binding book and god i love robin blyth so much literally everybody loves him everybody wants to fuck him he's a complete sweetheart a good egg he just looks pretty kisses his boyfriend sees the future and punches bad guys he has done nothing wrong ever in his life
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daveyfvckingjacobs · 2 months
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I’m only allowed to create relatively ooc things when it’s these fuckass tweets I promise I take writing more seriously
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benevolenterrancy · 10 months
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I started reading A Marvellous Light and I'm already deeply invested in this poor bastard just having THE worst first day of his new desk job.
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lucky-numberme · 1 year
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"I see you're trapped in my gay and stupid maze again" — Flora Sutton, probably
3/20 Queer Book Draw Challenge: A Marvellous Light by @fahye
[ID: an illustration of Edwin and Robin in the hedge maze scene. They are surrounded by a holly hedge, which reaches out to them with thorny vines. Robin is in the background, pinned against a neoclassical statue. In the foreground, Edwin kneels, face racked and hair askew. The vines are wrapped around his arms, leaving cuts and scratches. All of his focus is on a palmful of dirt in his hand. Behind them, the sky has darkened to the point of storm. End ID]
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timdrakeslawyer · 2 years
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i don’t think i’ll be able to describe to you what these covers do to me…
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bootlegmangs · 1 year
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i’ve been reading a marvellous light and idk whether it was intentional or not but edwin is autistic and i love him so badly
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libraryleopard · 1 year
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Adult historical romance with magic
Sequel to A Marvellous Light
Follows Maud Blythe, the younger sister of Robin from the first book
When the elderly witch Maud’s supposed to be escorting on a transatlantic trip is murdered for the priceless magical artifact she possessed, Maud finds herself hunting a mysterious murderer while trapped onboard a ship
When Maud joins forces with Violet Debenham, a scandalous aristocrat-turned-actress from a magician family, sparks fly between the two of them despite their precarious situation
Murder mystery with a strong romantic subplot (quite frankly the horniest book I read this year which is impressive given the number of romance novels I’ve read recently)
Advances the overall plot of the trilogy while introducing a lot of new characters
Fun locked-room-mystery vibes of the ship at sea
Lesbian main character, bisexual main character, F/F romance
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exhaustedwerewolf · 2 years
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I had a dream about A Restless Truth, which was,,, something. From Edwin’s PoV, predictably.
Edwin, Robin, and Maud had just boarded the boat to America (though the hall they were in was very Titanic, which didn’t precisely bode well) when another passenger boarded, a very pale young woman with black eyes, in this ridiculous bonnet thing. She was having a conniption about some print with extreme sentimental value she’d supposedly brought on board having been left behind. Edwin, being close to a whole stack of prints, (don’t ask why all the passenger’s prints were stacked together) saw one that matched the description and pulled it out- it was of two swans in St James’- he handed it to her and she was transparently delighted at this meet-cute and warmed to him immediately. As everyone got introduced, Maud took it upon herself to invite swan-woman to dinner with them, who was now staring at Edwin with open infatuation, to his absolute horror, before Robin pointed out they were obliged to meet their parents for dinner (quite truthfully, in this dream, so they were certainly alive and also on the ship for some reason— Robin was reluctant and most certainly not abandoning Edwin out of amusement, although he definitely found this ill-advised infatuation slightly hilarious) which of course left Edwin and swan-woman with a dinner date he could improvise no polite excuse for before she left with her servants to go and find her cabin, warbling a folk song about a girl who fell in love at first sight. I wish I could explain her energy. It was slightly horror-movie but too earnest to be genuinely unsettling. I then woke up, and I’m torn between disappointment at not finding out what transpired at dinner and relief, because, again, I was in Edwin’s shoes for this.
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witchesbutter · 1 year
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Oh man i can feel a marvellous light brainrot kicking back in
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stevesbipanic · 2 years
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Eddie loved nicknames.
It started with little 8 year old Eddie telling his Uncle to call him Eddie not Edward since his dad called him Edward and Eddie didn't want his Uncle to be like his dad.
He gave all of his friends nicknames, usually like they were DnD characters. Gareth the Great, Jeff the Just, Harold the Heroic, Dustin the Defyer, Lucas the Lionheart, Mike the Magnificent and of course Lady Applejack. When he met Will he loved Will the Wise. The girls he called Red, Supergirl, Better Wheeler and Robs.
With Steve though he couldn't help himself.
It started with Stevie since of course he wasn't going to call his new friend by his real name. He had tried Harrington but Steve grimaced and Eddie knew enough about Steve's absent parents to know what that meant. So Stevie it was.
Steve and Eddie became closer. Steve became not only Stevie but sweetheart and big boy. The soft blush Steve would get on his face didn't deter Eddie it only made it worse.
Sweetheart branched into sweets, sweetcheeks, sweetie, sweetums if he wanted to make Steve laugh. Big boy became baby, angel, love if he was feeling bold.
"You're not fooling anyone, Edwin (Robin had been trying to guess his name, it was lasting longer than he thought) if the heart eyes aren't enough the pet names are."
"I don't know what you're talking about, my favourite lesbian."
Eddie knew exactly what she was talking about, Eddie's crush turn full blown love was getting out of hand, since Steve came out to him as bi Eddie couldn't help but cause a blush on his Stevie's face. He just couldn't ask him out, too afraid of ruining everything.
Little did he know his nickname obsession would fix all his problems.
Eddie had gotten a job at the music store teaching guitar on the weekends and manning the register during the week. It was close enough to Family Video that he would visit sometimes on his break. Today however, he had a visitor.
"Stevie, what do I owe the pleasure."
Steve smiled softly making his way over.
"Well I know for a fact you never pack lunch, so I thought I'd bring you some."
"My hero, thank you pretty boy."
Eddie couldn't help but notice the quick drop in Steve's smile before it was right back, if a little strained along the edges.
"Course Eds, anything for you."
The boys shared lunch together having fun but in the back of Eddie's mind he was trying to figure out what made his favourite babysitter sad.
He knew it wasn't the thank you, he'd basically strong armed Steve into accepting thanks for things after too many years with the anklebiters taking him for granted.
Maybe it had been the my hero thing? Eddie doubted it since Steve did have a bit of a hero complex, but just to be sure.
"There's my favourite hero."
"I saved your life one time Eds."
"And yet you continuity save me from starvation with your sandwiches."
Steve had giggled at that so it couldn't have been that. Eddie soon got his answer. The party were hanging out at Steve's for a movie night and Eddie was helping Steve with the popcorn.
"Butter, pretty boy?"
There it was the drop in his smile and Eddie was certain Steve wasn't sad about butter. When the kids had nodded off and he and Steve were hanging up in his room listening to music he decided to bring it up.
"Do you have a problem with me calling you nicknames?"
Steve turned towards him confused, "Of course not, Eds, I like them, they're very you."
"Then why do you look sad when I call you pretty boy?"
Steve looked away again and sighed.
"Cause I'm not pretty anymore, Ed's. I know that sounds conceited and vain but I always had my looks. I wasn't smart or funny or really that good at anything, but at least I was nice to look at. Now I'm just tired looking and covered in scars."
Eddie sat up, Steve following him. Eddie turned towards Steve and took his hands in his.
"Stevie Harrington I know you've had a few blows to the head but you can't actually believe that. You are so smart, maybe not in the same way Dustin and Nancy are but you're the one that knows which movie to cheer someone up or when one of the kids are lying to you or which colours look best for people. You're so funny, it's one of the reasons I love hanging out with you, you've always got some story or little snark to make me laugh. And especially I know for a fact that you're the prettiest, cutest, most beautiful person I've ever seen, your scars show the lives you've saved and the things you've survived and they just add to how beautiful you are."
Steve's eyes had turned glassy with unshed tears, but instead of answering Eddie he learnt forward kissing him soundly. Eddie sighed into the kiss, moving his hand sup to cup Steve's face. When they pulled away Steve had the soft blush on his face that Eddie loved so much.
"So does this mean I can call you pretty boy?"
"Keep kissing me like that and you can call me anything you want."
And well, that was just asking for trouble, but Steve didn't mind, not when he had Eddie to remind him he was beautiful.
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I love the ambiguity of "Eddie", so I developed this headcannon.
One day, Eddie is hanging out at Family Video, pestering Robin and Steve when he finally says something aggravating enough that Robin says "Edward Munson!" To which Eddie responds, "Whose that?"
"You?" Steve interjects "Did you forget your own name?"
"Hmm, sorry sweetheart, but my name isn't Edward"
Robin and Steve look at eachother before turning back to Eddie with twin masks of confusion.
"Edwin?" Robin asks
"No"
"Eddison" Steve tries
"No"
"Then what is it?!" Demands Robin.
But Eddie likes this game too much to give it up now, so he refuses to tell them and for the next several weeks Steve and Robin randomly try out possible names.
Steve hands Eddie a beer saying, "there you go... Edmund?"
"No."
"Fuck."
Robin waives Eddie's late fee, "All clear... Edgar?"
"Hmmm, no."
"Eddington?"
"The fuck?"
"Just go"
Perhaps one day they even find themselves in the library, and Harrington finds The Big Book of Baby Names, slams it down on the tables, opens to E, finds where E-D names start, and starts listing them off to a smugly monotonous chorus of "No. No. No. No. He'll no. No. No...."
They shouldn't be this bothered, but now it eats at them. What could his name possibly be?
My headcannon ends with a choose your own ending.
Option A:
Eddie isn't short for anything. His parents literally and legally named him Eddie.
Option B:
Robin is ready to burst with not knowing. One day she says, "Jesus Eddie, if you don't tell me I'm going to scream!"
"Ah! That's actually pretty close"
"What, screaming?" Steve asks
"Yep"
It's another week before Robin thinks of the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch.
edVARD! With a V.
She screams anyway.
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daveyfvckingjacobs · 6 days
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hey hey last binding people I actually finished a fic
here <33 enjoy
did you know robin and edwin invented love in 1908
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benevolenterrancy · 10 months
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something something red string of fate
There's no magic going on, but after all this talk of "cradling" Robin just wanted to see how many steps of the children's game he remembers (i'm halfway through A Marvellous Light and am completely in love with these characters)
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fahye · 8 months
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I haven't been following you for very long so I don't know if anyone else has brought this up but I really love that Robin doesn't immediately think Edwin is like beautiful or attractive. It's something that I think about a lot when I question whether a loved one truly thinks I'm attractive and I find it very comforting.
thank you, anon! I'm glad.
it was important to me that robin, who notices most things in his life from the perspective of their immediate and most superficial aesthetic appeal -- and who has almost certainly made sexual decisions up to this point on the basis of 'hot? y/n' decided IMMEDIATELY -- would find edwin not particularly attractive to begin with. because his half of the romance is all about the slow, devastating way that attraction can creep up on you as you get to know someone's character. edwin doesn't change, but the way robin sees him changes immensely.
and it was equally important that edwin would immediately think 'UGH, A HOT JOCK' and dismiss robin as a possibility because of his attractiveness and how little edwin trusts himself when it comes to attraction. edwin's half of the romantic arc has nothing to do with what robin looks like and everything to do with how robin treats him.
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jhsjykwpdw · 5 months
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edwin not liking touch from anyone but robin..... (bf advantages)
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ghostiwritez · 4 months
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incorrect quotes #1
tony: so im officially your most famous boyfriend?
loki: hmm.. well i dated robin hood..
tony: clint?
loki: no, fandral. also william is pretty famous in this time i believe…
tony: william?
loki: shakespeare
tony: what
loki: i also was the sugar baby of the leader of a planet for a bit..
tony: you? a sugar baby? also what planet!? when was this??
loki: oh we broke up a few weeks ago. did bruce not tell you about sakaar?
tony: no, wait, he did, but-
loki: it was toxic tbh
tony:
loki: also he was obsessed with my identity issues. glad i left him
tony: uh huh.
loki: there was that one thing with leo…
tony: *sighs* who’s leo?
loki: well his full name was leonardo davinci but i just called him leo bc his name was ass
tony: davinci??? as in, like, mona lisa???
loki: i think i remember him talking about a mona once.. anyways i had to go back to asgard and by the time i got back he had a stroke and died. too bad, i wanted him to paint me. the painting of me in asgard’s halls is really not my angle.
tony:
loki: and there was that one time with a poet.. edwin? edgar? yes, i think it was edgar- you quoted one of his works to me a couple days ago.
tony: you dated edgar allen poe.
loki: well at least he was banging me instead of that cousin he married
tony:
tony: ok you win
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