Blog Blitz: The Love Remedy by Elizabeth Everett

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Publication Date: March 19, 2024

Welcome to The Love Remedy book blitz with Berkley Publishing Group. (This blog blitz post is also posted on my Wordpressbook blog Whimsical Dragonette.)

Synopsis:

When a Victorian apothecary hires a stoic private investigator to protect her business, they learn there’s only one way to treat true love—with a happily ever after. When Lucinda Peterson’s recently perfected formula for a salve to treat croup goes missing, she’s certain it’s only the latest in a line of misfortunes at the hands of a rival apothecary. Outraged and fearing financial ruin, Lucy turns to private investigator Jonathan Thorne for help. She just didn’t expect her champion to be so . . . grumpy? A single father and an agent at Tierney & Co., Thorne accepts missions for a wide variety of employers—from the British government to wronged wives. None have intrigued him so much as the spirited Miss Peterson. As the two work side by side to unmask her scientific saboteur, Lucy slips ever so sweetly under Thorne’s battered armor, tempting him to abandon old promises. With no shortage of suspects—from a hostile political group to an erstwhile suitor—Thorne’s investigation becomes a threat to all that Lucy holds dear. As the truth unravels around them the cure to their problems is they must face the future together.

Author Bio

Elizabeth Everett lives in upstate New York with her family. She likes going for long walks or (very) short runs to nearby sites that figure prominently in the history of civil rights and women's suffrage. Her series is inspired by her admiration for rule breakers and her belief in the power of love to change the world.

Photo credit: Asa Shutts; from Elizabeth Everett's website.

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review and Non-Exclusive Excerpt below the cut.

My Review:

This is an engaging story about two people who are each carrying heavy burdens learning to let each other in. There are fun cameos from the women scientists books if you recognize them, but you can also read it without reading the other series.

I really liked all the characters. They were complex and felt very real. I loved Sadie and her gleeful recounting of all the facts she learned at her science school. Lucy was strong and determined but also bent to the point of breaking under the weight of her responsibilities. Thorne was closed off and rigid and desperately in need of someone breaking him out of his self-imposed shell.

The romance wasn't swoony but was more subtle, a gradual and reluctant giving in to a partnership of mutual appreciation and aide. I really liked that. I prefer a quiet partnership to a grand passionate romance anyway.

What I appreciate most about this story though, is how fiercely feminist it is. Lucy is determined to continue running the apothecary and providing real cures to people who can't afford them. Her sister Juliet works to provide medical and reproductive care to women in need. Her brother David seems flighty but has his own crusade. Lucy is also determined that every woman should be given the method and means to prevent pregnancy and induce menses if that choice is taken from them.

All of this flies in the face of Thorne's upper-class upbringing of what a 'good' woman should do and know, and serves to create the major conflict between them. Lucy refuses to compromise on her ideals and she shouldn't have to.

The author's note at the end brings that struggle into even starker relief. Elizabeth Everett makes it very clear where she stands on the issue of women's reproductive rights and more power to her. It's an issue that deserves fighting for and taking a strong stance on.

I would say that the writing and character development of this is even better than the women scientists series and I look forward to her next book.

*Thanks to NetGalley and Berkley for providing an early copy for review.

Non-Exclusive Excerpt:

Lucy's guilt had been squeezing the breath from her lungs for weeks. On the counter, slightly dented from having been crushed in her fist, then thrown to the ground and stepped on, then heaved against the wall, sat a grimy little tin. Affixed to the top was a label with the all-too-familiar initials RSA. Rider and Son Apothecary. Rider and Son. The latter being the primary reason for this very worst of days. The longer she stared at the tin, the less Lucy felt the strain of responsibility for running Peterson's Apothecary and keeping her siblings housed and fed. Beneath the initials were printed the words Rider's Lozenges. The ever-present exhaustion that had weighed her down moments ago began to dissipate at the sight of the smaller print beneath, which read "exclusive." The more she stared, the more her guilt subsided beneath a wave of anger that coursed through her blood. "Exclusive patented formula for the relief of putrid throats." Exclusive patented formula. The anger simmered and simmered the longer she stared until it reached a boil and turned to rage. Grabbing her paletot from the coatrack and a random bonnet that may or may not have matched, Lucy stormed out of the shop, slamming the door behind her with a vengeance that was less impressive when she had to turn around the next second to lock it. Exclusive patent. The words burned in her brain, and she clenched her hands into fists. One warm summer afternoon four months ago, Lucy had been so tired, she'd stopped to sit on a park bench and had closed her eyes. Only for a minute or two, but long enough for a young gentleman passing by to notice and be concerned enough for her safety to inquire as to her well-being. While the brief rest had been involuntary, remaining on the bench and striking up a conversation with the handsome stranger was her choice, and a terrible one at that. Lucy had allowed Duncan Rider to walk her home, not questioning the coincidence that the son of her father's rival had been the one to find her vulnerable and offer his protection was down to her own stupidity. Now, as Lucy barreled down the rotting walkways of Calthorpe Street, she barely registered the admiring glances from the gentlemen walking in the opposite direction or the sudden appearance of the wan November sun as it poked through the gray clouds of autumn. Instead, her head was filled with memories so excruciating they jabbed at her chest like heated needles, rousing feelings of shame alongside her resentment. Such as the next time she'd seen Duncan, when he appeared during a busy day at the apothecary with a pretty nosegay of violets. He'd smelled like barley water and soap, a combination so simple and appealing it had scrambled her brains and left her giddy as a goose. Or the memory of how their kisses had unfolded in the back rooms of the apothecary, turning from delightfully sweet to something much more carnal. How kisses had proceeded to touches, and from there even more, and how she'd believed it a harbinger of what would come once they married. A shout ripped Lucy's attention back to the present, and she jerked back from the road, missing the broad side of a carriage by inches. The driver called out curses at her over his shoulder, but they bounced off her and scattered across the muddied street as Lucy turned the corner onto Gray's Inn Road. Halfway through a row of weathered stone buildings, almost invisible unless one knew what to look for, a discreet brass plaque to the left of a blackened oak door read: Tierney & Co., Bookkeeping Services Lucy took a deep breath, pulling the dirty brown beginnings of a London fog into her lungs and expelling it along with the remorse and shame that accompanied her memory of Duncan holding her handwritten formula for a new kind of throat lozenge she'd worked two years to perfect.

"I'll just test it out for you, shall I?" he'd said, eyes roaming the page. Duncan and his father had long searched for a throat lozenge remedy that tasted as good as it worked. Might Duncan be tempted to impress his father with her lozenge? His lips curled up on one side as he read, and Lucy recalled the slight shadow of foreboding moving across the candlelight in the back storeroom where they carried out their affair. "I don't know," she'd hedged. Too late. He'd folded the formula and distracted her with kisses. "I've more space and materials at my disposal. I know you think this is ready to sell, but isn't it better that we take the time to make sure?" It might have been exhaustion that weakened Lucy just enough that she took advantage of an offer to help shoulder some of her burdens. However, the decision to let Duncan Rider walk out of Peterson's Apothecary with a formula that was worth a fortune was due not to her sleepless nights, but to a weakness in her character that allowed her to believe a man when he told her he loved her. Now, four months later, somehow Duncan had again betrayed her. Having already lost the lozenge formula to Duncan's avaricious grasp, Lucy had been horrified to find a second formula missing. She'd come up with a salve for treating babies' croup, a remedy even more profitable than the lozenges. What parent wouldn't pay through the nose to calm a croupy baby? Lucy was certain that Duncan must have found out about her work and stolen both the formula and ingredient list for the salve. This time, Lucy would not dissolve into tears and swear never to love again. This time, she was going eviscerate her rival and get her formula back. Then she would swear never to love again.

Excerpted from The Love Remedy by Elizabeth Everett Copyright © 2024 by Elizabeth Everett. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. 

This is the Sun by Elizabeth Everett (2022)

Tea recommendation: Milk and cookies, it's baby book time!

This is the Sun is a simple explanation of the circle of life, starting and ending with the sun, with text built on the "This is the House that Jack Built" structure. The illustrations, by Evelline Andrya, are simple, clear, colorful, and pleasing for adults as well as children - which is good, because if your kid is like my kid, they will want you to read this book a LOT.

My son LOVES this book. We read it a minimum of 3x a day, and often multiple times in a sitting. Before we received this book in a giveaway from The Storygraph, I was having a heck of a time clarifying the difference between "sun" and "circle" - if you haven't read a lot of children's books, you will be surprised to learn that a) most picture books do not include suns in their skies, when skies are pictured and b) what suns there are are extremely inconsistent and often just yellow circles. So, it was a fortuitous win on our part!

Since my son is 1.5, we don't tend to read the entire text - it's based on "This is the House that Jack Built" so it gets pretty wordy pretty fast - but instead use the illustrations. I do wish that the author had used "caterpillar" instead of "bug," since even very young children are manifestly capable of differentiating between different types of creepy crawlies, and "poop" instead of "scat" - it's weird that there's the technical term "scat" and the vague term "bug," honestly. And "poop" is a very important word to toddlers! (and their parents, please please just tell me when you have to poop/have pooped...)

I really like the illustrations in this book. They're frankly beautiful, colorful without being overwhelming, providing enough to look at and identify without being overwhelming, changing enough that you can have a conversation with your toddler about why (the spider chases the caterpillar around the web, for example). It's also very easy to tell what is what, which you would think would be requisite for picture books, but is, as I have discovered in the last year and a half, manifestly not. #makefrogslooklikefrogs2022

All in all, I really like it, and although it says it's for children ages 4-7, there's a lot there for younger children too. As my son gets older, and his comprehension of scientific concepts advances beyond "the lizard wants to eat the spider! num num!" I think he'll enjoy the life cycle content and the textual repetition as well.

Get it on Amazon or your friendly local bookseller! Request it from your library!

That's it for now, being climbed by a toddler.

Title: The Secret Scientists of London

Author: Elizabeth Everett

Series or standalone: series

Publication year: 2021

Genres: fiction, romance, historical fiction, mystery

Blurb: Lady Violet Hughes is keeping secrets. First, she founded a clandestine sanctuary for England's most brilliant female scientists. Second, she is using her genius on a confidential mission for the Crown...but the biggest secret of all is her feelings for protection officer Arthur Kneland. Solitary and reserved, Arthur learned the hard way to put duty first...but the more time he spends in the company of Violet and the eccentric club members, the more his best intentions go up in flames, literally. When a shadowy threat infiltrates Violet's laboratories, endangering her life and her work, scientist and bodyguard will find all their theories put to the test...and learn that the most important discoveries are those of the heart.

Cover Reveal: The Love Remedy by Elizabeth Everett

I am so excited to be helping Elizabeth with the cover reveal for her next novel, The Love Remedy. The Damsels of Discovery is a brand new series set in early Victorian London and it features new characters and settings alongside appearances from some of your favorite characters from the Secret Scientists of London series. Keep scrolling to see the gorgeous cover, who and what it’s about! ©…

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Authors I discovered in 2022

What new authors did you discover in 2022? #BookTwt Check out mine on my #bookblog by following the link and let me know if you have read any of these authors or their books?⬇️

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Lady Lilith

Women? Women.

Cleopatra (John William Waterhouse) || A Stolen Glance (Eugene de Blaas) || The Accolade (Edmund Blair Leighton) || Unknown || The Reluctant Bride (August Toulmouche) || Head of a Young Girl 1777 (Jean Baptiste Greuze) || War Pieta (Max Ginsburg) || Lady Elizabeth Keppel (Joshua Reynolds) || Joan of Arc (John Everett Millais) ||

she was very beautiful. kind, but sad…

Ophelia by John Everett Millais (1851-1852)///Padme Amidala, Revenge of the Sith dir. George Lucas (2005)

Simplificación de diseños...

Fue una practica divertida- nun

Todos se ven tan lindos. quq

Creo que a Liam, Charlotte y a Elizabeth se les nota muy distintos...

Elizabeth se ve bien linda...quq Y Rosalie, esta bien, pero... la prefiero dibujar en mi estilo normal.

Perdonen las manos de Khalil, se nota que no quise cometer el mismo error escondiendo las manos con Liam. Pero en cuanto al diseño, me encanta el diseño de Khalil, se ve elegante y muy guapa. quq Y Liam se ve todo bonito y pequeño. qvq

Y pues Everett... no cambio mucho... ES QUE NO ENCUENTRO FORMA DE SIMPLIFICARLO- SI CON SU DISEÑO NORMAL ENCUENTRO DIFICULTAD, SIMPLIFICARLO PEOR-

Pero Charlotte, mi reina, mi vida, toda bonita- quq 💖

Ponerle un peinado parecido al del padre me dio sentimientos. qwq

Wey, porque no puse su cabello como el de su papi desde un inicio? :''U Se ve bien linda. yuy Me gusto mucho los resultado- quq

Blog Blitz and Arc Review: A Love by Design by Elizabeth Everett (The Secret Scientists of London #3)

Welcome to my stop on the A Love by Design Blog Blitz with Berkley Publishing. (This is also posted on my Wordpress book review blog Whimsical Dragonette.)

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Publication Date: January 17, 2023

Synopsis:

You couldn't design a better hero than the very eligible and extremely charming Earl Grantham. Unless, of course, you are Margaret Gault, who wants nothing to do with the man who broke her youthful heart. Widowed and determined, Margaret Gault has returned to Athena's Retreat and the welcoming arms of her fellow secret scientists with an ambitious plan in mind: to establish England's first woman-owned engineering firm. But from the moment she sets foot in London her plans are threatened by greedy investors and--at literally every turn--the irritatingly attractive Earl Grantham, a man she can never forgive. George Willis, the Earl Grantham, is thrilled that the woman he has loved since childhood has returned to London. Not as thrilling, however, is her decision to undertake an engineering commission from his political archnemesis. When Margaret's future and Grantham's parliamentary reforms come into conflict, Grantham must use every ounce of charm he possesses--along with his stunning good looks and flawless physique, of course--to win Margaret over to his cause. Facing obstacles seemingly too large to dismantle, will Grantham and Margaret remain forever disconnected or can they find a way to bridge their differences, rekindle the passion of their youth, and construct a love built to last?

*Author info, My rating and review, Favorite Quotes, and Excerpt below the cut.

About the Author:

Photo of Elizabeth Everett from her Goodreads profile

Elizabeth Everett lives in upstate New York with her family. She likes going for long walks or (very) short runs to nearby sites that figure prominently in the history of civil rights and women's suffrage. Her series is inspired by her admiration for rule breakers and belief in the power of love to change the world.

My Rating: ★★★★

My Review:

I loved many things about this novel. First would have to be the characters. It was fun to revisit the characters of Athena's Retreat, and I loved seeing George and Arthur "fighting" (in other words: expressing best-friendship) about George's increasingly ridiculous gifts for Violet & Arthur's baby. I loved George as a character in general - he was so sweet and funny and had an absolute heart of gold. He cared and was trying to do good with the title he'd never wanted. I loved Margaret as well, though she was a bit pricklier and also incredibly stubborn. If she'd let people in and asked for help earlier in the novel I wouldn't have been so frustrated at her decisions… though it also would have meant there would be less story. She is strong and bold and determined and yes, stubborn. I also loved the bit we get of Sam, who I remember loving in the previous book.

This novel really drove home the 'rich and powerful men want to control and dominate women and will do anything to undermine them and keep them from succeeding and keep the status quo' point from previous books -- a point which really hits close to home after watching the events of the past few years unfolding. Much like the real-world events, the events of the novel were infuriating and had me rooting for Maragaret and her friends to prove themselves.

The romance was sweet and one of my favorite kinds -- a second-chance romance between childhood friends / crushes. It was easy to get behind it because George was so very gone on Margaret. He was so in awe of her engineering brain and determined spirit and it was so refreshing, with all the terrible men in the story. They all wanted to crush her beneath their boots for the audacity of being a woman with ideas, and he just wanted to worship her for it. It was clear that Margaret loved him as well -- she just had to get past her stubborn self-reliant independence.

The one thing I could have done without was the sex scenes. There weren't too many -- three, I think? -- but they were very… detailed. Luckily they weren't vital and I could skim them (slowing down to read the dialogue in case it advanced the plot, which it occasionally did). And for me, three sex scenes is three too many. I know I'm in the minority here, and in fact I saw some reviewers lamenting that there weren't enough sex scenes -- which, how? -- so I'm going to chalk it up to just the average romance reader apparently liking to read about sex a lot more than I do and not let it impact my rating.

Margaret also dragged the stubborn independence thing on a liiiiiiittle bit too long, in my opinion, and it bogged down the middle 40% of the book. I think some tightening of the plot there would go a long way toward making this flow better and feel more consistent.

Overall though I really loved it. I love stories with smart women and men with hearts of gold, and this delivered that beautifully.

*Thanks to NetGalley and Berkeley for providing an early copy for review.

Favorite Quotes:

The work came first. She mustn’t ever forget when everyone abandoned her, the work was always there.

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As the sun battled to punch through the haze of coal smut hanging in the damp London air, Grantham sat in shadows, jealous of the lone shaft of light that fell through the window and landed on Margaret’s left cheek.

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Everything would be fine if you do the work. Do not aim too high, do not set yourself out to be noticed. If you were a woman in a man’s world, moving forward meant bending to their desires or just doing the work.

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Yes, and imagine what they would think if Margaret failed? If they learned she spent every day unsure of her talents and worried about exposure? Shouldn’t she feel like a role model if she was going to be one?

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“I have always loved her,” he said. “I breathe her and bleed her, and if you open me up, my heart is the shape of Margaret Gault. I have loved her from the moment she knocked me to the ground; a blow from which I have never tried to recover. Of course I love her.”

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Whether that step leads you to where you were always meant to be depends on how you define courage. Is it the tenacity to forge ahead no matter the obstacles, or the ability to ask for help when those obstacles seem insurmountable? Or is it both?

Excerpt:

A LOVE BY DESIGN by Elizabeth Everett

Berkley Romance Trade Paperback Original | On sale January 17, 2023

Excerpt

Maggie had returned. Of course, she was now known as Madame Margaret Gault. Try as he might, Grantham could never twist his tongue around the name. Almost his whole life, he'd called her Maggie. His Maggie. From upside down, he watched as she turned the corner of the carriage house, the wind unfurling the hem of her simple bronze pelisse. A brown capelet hung about her shoulders, and a matching muff hid her hands. Catching sight of him, she paused, tilting her head so he caught a glimpse of lush auburn curls peeking out from beneath her tea-colored bonnet trimmed with bright red berries. Margaret's fair skin showed no hint of the freckles that had once plagued her every summer, and thick brown lashes shielded her hazel eyes. She was unusually tall for a woman; nevertheless, she moved with effortless grace, and not even the blazing clash of colors adorning Violet next to her could detract from her beauty. For she was a beauty, Margaret Gault. Once wild and graceless, she'd bloomed into a woman of elegant refinement. A woman who was more than met the eye. A woman who would rather feast on glass than give him the time of day. For eleven years, the first day of summer meant Margaret would be waiting for him beneath the willow where they first met. She and Violet attended the Yorkshire Academy for the Education of Exceptional Young Women together. While Violet came home to her large, affectionate-and very loud-family, Margaret had no one waiting for her at home. Her father had died of a stroke when she was ten and her mother had little interest in Margaret's whereabouts or well-being. Violet and Grantham had been Margaret's family. The three of them had been the best of friends until one hot afternoon when Margaret had smiled a certain way and the ground went out beneath his feet. A year later he was soldiering in Canada and Margaret lived in Paris and their summers together were nothing but a memory he pulled around himself like a blanket on cold lonely nights. "Good afternoon, Grantham," Violet greeted him, seemingly unaffected by his headfirst dive into her rosebushes. She wore a shocking yellow day dress beneath a burgundy velvet paletot and atop her head sat a garish blue bonnet topped with a life-sized stuffed parrot. Swallowing a barrelful of curses, Grantham tried wriggling out of the bushes, every single thorn piercing his flesh a hundredfold as Margaret stared without saying a word. "Ahem." He cleared his throat as he managed to get to his feet despite being trapped in the center of one of the bushes. As he pulled a branch from his hair, a shower of wrinkled brown rose petals drifted down his shoulders. "You are especially . . . vibrant today, Violet. I brought this for Baby Georgie." He thrust the torn, dirtied rabbit at Violet, who received it with a bemused air. One of the buttons had come off and the silk was stained green and brown. "Madame Gault," he said, bowing to Margaret. "So lovely to see you again." No matter how strongly Grantham willed it, Margaret did not speak to him in return. Instead, she bent her knee a scant inch in a desultory curtsey, her lush mouth twisted like the clasp of a coin purse, no doubt to hold inside the names she was calling him in her head. He had a good idea what some of them were, considering he most likely had taught them to her. Grantham hadn't seen Margaret for thirteen years until their reunion-if one could call it that-a year and a half ago in the small parlor of Athena's Retreat. He hadn't exactly met the moment then, either-although to be fair, there'd been a hedgehog involved. The handful of times he encountered her since, she'd avoided meeting his eyes with her own, as though he were an inconsequential shadow cast by their past. Someone to be dismissed. Someone who had broken her heart and whom she would never forgive. "See who is come to live in England for good." Violet linked her arm with Margaret's and beamed at her friend. This was news.

When Margaret had come to stay at Athena's Retreat a year and half ago to complete an engineering project for her father-in-law's firm, Grantham had hoped she'd stay but she returned to Paris after three months. He'd asked Violet if Margaret might ever return, but Violet had doubted it. "She's one of the only women engineers in Europe with an excellent reputation. Why give up a dream hard fought to come back to England and fight all over again?" Violet had asked. Something had changed, however, and now Margaret was home. His heart leapt in his chest and the bitter orange flavor of hope flooded his mouth. "Clean yourself up and come inside for tea," Violet said to him now. Margaret did not echo the invitation. Instead, she tightened her hold on a stylish carpet bag and accompanied Violet and Arthur into the building. There are moments in life when the world shifts as though a door has opened somewhere out of sight. Whether a person runs toward that opened door or not depends on how fast they're stuck in place. Grantham considered for a moment how painful it would be to get himself unstuck. Although the tangle of branches in front of him twisted menacingly, he pulled a deep breath of resolution into his lungs alongside the scents of rosehips and crushed greenery. Gritting his teeth, he made his way through the thorns toward the open door.

Excerpted from A Love by Design by Elizabeth Everett Copyright © 2023 by Elizabeth Everett. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. 

artists and their muses

elizabeth siddal (1829-1862) ophelia (1852) by john everett millais

Personajes de mi próximo (si Dios me lo permite obvi) webcomic "El Otro Lado de la Magia" 6u6

Obvio faltan otros más, y espero poder mostrarlos pronto al publico. nun

Some Dr Edison and King headcanons I thought of (including some Kingson headcanons)

Dr. Edison

His full name is Michael Elizabeth Edison. Edison doesn't really mind his middle name as it was his grandmother on his mom's sides' first name, who sadly passed away before he was born so he never really had a chance to meet her.

Edison does have a younger sister that he helped raise and loves dearly but also works hard to keep her away from knowing about his line of work.

Majored in both Zoology, mainly in penguins, and Chemical science, but minored in Creative writing and took some courses in Electronics just for fun.

Has a mild case of social anxiety. He can still communicate with his other coworkers but if there was, like, meeting with people he isn't used to, Edison is informed before hand so he could prepare himself.

While he was a little bitter about being sent to Antarctica, Edison was rather happy that he had the chance to study one of the main reasons to go into Zoology.

When he gets overwhelmed by people, he tends to slightly pull at his sleeves and click his pen over and over again.

One of the members of a group called "The rule breakers" that not everyone really thinks is a part of the group.

Does tend to get easily distracted and really likes to ramble about things he is really really into.

Is actually from Canada but speaks with a more American dialect but when rambling, you can really tell where he is from.

Pansexual.

Is a 100% musical nerd and has several songs from different musicals in his playlist. His favorites are Hamilton, Beetlejuice, and Hairspray

Dr. King

Technically his full name is Johnathan Everett King but practically everyone is so used to using Everett as his first name, to the point where King honestly just doesn't care which one a person uses for him.

Does have an older brother but they don't really talk.... In fact, King didn't even know that he had a brother.

Majored in Mathematics but minored in physics and biochemistry. He does know the basics of medicine but not enough to be like a nurse

King does have some sleeping issues and would often have phone calls or video chats with Edison to help him sleep.

Can often be found banging his head against his desk but when asked why, all King will say that he is trying to drown out his dad talking about his destiny, really only Edison knows what he is talking about exactly, due to listening to his rants

Naturally talks really fast and will always happen no matter how much he tries to slow down

From Wales and has cursed out several people in Walsh.

Bisexual with more of a male lean.

Now some Kingson

King will always map out where all the exits in a room are so that when Edison gets more than a little anxious, King can take him to the nearest exit so he could take a break and regroup himself.

They have two year age and height gap, Edison being the younger taller one and King being the older shorter one in the relationship.

It took several years for Edison to finally get King to agree on watching some Studio Ghibli movies with him. Edisons' favorite being Spirited Away and Kings' is The Cat Return but they both really like Kiki's Delivery Service.

Edison was a bit surprised that King cared enough to get him a penguin plushie/Squishmellow when bringing him back home from Antarctica and couldn't bring the penguin he was emotionally attached to with him. Sometimes, Edison finds himself hugging the penguin and crying late at night

King is kinda the only person that Edison willingly and happily be himself around.

Their trope is honestly the sun/star and the moon

King has only met Edisons' baby sister like once but could tell just how much he loves her.

Edison loves it when they would have their late night voice calls/face chats and would be smiling through the entire thing, even if he is the only one awake

King has a few songs from Edisons' favorite musicals added to his own playlist, just because (totally not because he does actually really like any songs from them)

Float on your back. Raise your hands, palms up. Part your lips as if you’re singing a sad farewell song. These were his instructions, and she followed them to a T. Millais placed oil lamps and candles beneath the tub to keep the water warm for her. But he had more art sense than common sense. It was London; it was winter. The water always cooled. On one catastrophic occasion, the lamps and candles went out completely, nearly snuffing out Siddal’s life with them.

Holiday (1930) Edward H. Griffith

April 25th 2024