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hannigramslesbianhusband · 1 month

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Clocks and Metronomes in Hannibal

``Hannibal counted the beats of the metronome against those of the clock. They went in and out of phase``

?????? Clocks???! speaking of this, I found out something really cool. I was researching trying to find some kind of connection or UN-connection between clocks and metronomes and what they might mean here, and I found this very interesting journal, which references and builds off of some of Christiaan Huygens' discoveries and work.

Let's list out a couple of things:

Arguably, Hannibal's favorite book is Treatise of Light, by none other than Christiaan Huygens.

``Among Mr. Jakov’s books was a copy bound in leather of Christiaan Huyghens’ Treatise on Light, and Hannibal was fascinated with it, with following the movement of Huyghens’ mind, feeling him moving toward discovery. He associated the Treatise on Light with the glare of the snow and the rainbow distortions in the old windowpanes. The elegance of Huyghens’ thought was like the clean and simplified lines of winter, the structure under the leaves. A box opening with a click and inside, a principle that works every time. It was a dependable thrill, and he had been feeling it since he could read.``

I skimmed a bit of the book- and it does include an explanations of the calculations Hannibal used to determine the height of the towers in his castle- which he was doing before he read the book. Bro is a literal genius.

``Also in the year Hannibal was six, Count Lecter found his son determining the height of the castle towers by the length of their shadows, following instructions which he said came directly from Euclid himself. Count Lecter improved his tutors then—within six weeks arrived Mr. Jakov, a penniless scholar from Leipzig.``

The journal I previously mentioned is, in very simple terms, about how pendulums and clocks synchronize. We can very reliably assume Hannibal is a fan of Christiaan Huygens, it’s very possible he could later have read Horologium oscillatorium, where he discusses these discoveries. Unfortunately, I can not dig too deep into the original text because the only copy I could find is in Latin, and I really don’t want to translate all that. But I CAN use the information provided in the journal. It’s also reasonable to assume Hannibal would know a lot of the information presented in the journal, because although Christiaan Huygens’ books are from the 1600s, Hannibal is not, and discoveries have been made! Science has advanced! Yippee!

In the journal, It is stated that “Synchronization occurs in diverse physical, biological, and chemical systems. Examples include the synchronous flashing of fireflies, the chorusing of crickets, the rhythmic applause of concert audiences, the coordinated beating of cardiac pacemaker cells, the pathological neural synchrony associated with epileptic seizures, and the coherent voltage oscillations of superconducting Josephson junction arrays.”

It all sounds very artistic. It is beautiful and connected. Right up Hannibal's alley, for sure. But- whats that near the end?? “ the pathological neural synchrony associated with epileptic seizures”. Epileptic seizures. Let’s put that away for later.

The synchronisation of pendulums (pendulum clocks, metronomes) placed on the same (wooden) surface even if started at antiphase will eventually become in phase with eachother BUT: synchonizing in phase causes the pendulums in the clocks to slow down, so they lose time (multiple seconds an hour) but- they way they synchronize is dependent on several things(mechanisms in the clock, length and thickness of the surface they're on,etc etc.) but basically- with a SMALL amount of damping (loss of energy in an oscillating system) the clocks with synchronize in phase, with a large amount of it they will be antiphase. clocks synchronizing in antiphase has been called sympathetic motion or the sympathy of clocks (not empathy).

Synchronization in itself is a pretty artistic thing, beautiful and connected. It shows up everywhere- including something called neural synchrony. neural synchrony is basically when two people interact or communicate, their brain rythms/waves synchronize, couple, create matching patterns. You understand eachother. this is seen a lot more in romantic couples or people who are close together, child-parent relationships(especially as infants) and the such. Not usually seen in strangers. the brain to brain synchronization happens in the temporal-parietal part of the brain. The way will makes himself think like killers- to the point sometimes he feels like he becomes them- is definitely neural synchrony. Why he can do that so easily with strangers, who may have never even met? Who knows; but at least we know all kills leave behind a part of the killer, a part of their psyche, and not always just a message. Basically, Will's whole metronome thing is symbolic of him synchronizing mentally(and neurologically! Very cool) with the killers. This may have been way too much work for something that is a bit obvious, but it’s very interesting to unravel.

I’m not sure how I started with picking apart clocks and metronomes in relation to Hannibal (in the book), and ended up with a conclusion about Will (in the show), but I did! I can’t say much more on this for now as I haven’t finished the book, and Will has yet to show up.

Now, that thing we put away for later.

Neural synchrony is also associated with epileptic seizures. Neuron firing tends to become synchronous/hypersynchronous in the middle of a seizure.

I wanted to go more into Will's encephalitis and seizures related to this- but those are only a thing in the TV show, so I cant connect it quite as well. I can share the things I did find out, though, so if anyone is interested to see that please let me know! But right now, I'm too researched out to put it all together, and that's mainly why I'm not including it here now. All in all- we all know Hannibal knows all that psychiatry stuff and is crazy smart and crazy insane, so here is a bit of the science of it and how it all loosely connects to the books. And, of course as someone who values beauty and art, he would become obsessed with Will upon seeing how effortlessly he can achieve that synchronicity with others- especially those who think similarly to him. Honorable mention to Eldon Stammets.

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thedivineart · 2 years

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PICK A CARD: HOW CAN YOU ATTRACT LOVE IN YOUR LIFE [ love series reading #01 ]

REMEMBER THIS IS A GENERAL READING,TAKE WHAT S RESONATE AND LEAVE WHAT IS DOESN'T.HOW TO CHOOSE A PILE?CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND PICK WHAT IS YOUR SOUL DESIRE.PHOTOS THAT USED ARE AREN'T MINE CREDITS TO THE RIGHRFUL OWNER/S.SPECIAL MENTION TO:@chak1006

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

PILE 001

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you can attract love by being courteous when someone gives you something and a simple consideration,your angels and spirits guides are encouraging an saying that allow kindness to receive in you.by being appreciative even in simple things makes your feelings visible and makes it as action.extend how grateful you are by saying simple "thank you" to those people who spend their time just to be able to help you and showing appreciation towards other makes you a to have good manners,and it shows to someome that you fully respect their time,knowleged or their help for you.showing gratitude helps the "giver or the one who helps you" connents to you in a deeper way.

there's also some challenges circumtances you need to deal with and it is important to face this obtacles so you can learn the lessons,ask your inner guidance to show you what is really important at this time and learn how can you express your true self.you can do some by some few minutes everyday like doing law of attraction or just sitting in the silent place of your home or your favorite place,at this phase this can help you to become aware to your inner self and your inner feelings.take your time don't rush things focus in the sounds and the sights around you what are you noticing?is it synchonities or some symbols?.it's very important to have our "me time" and turning off mobile phones is a great way to get engage in real life instead of focusing in some internet and issues online,grab a note and write what are the things you worry the most then bring back yourself to the moment and focus all of your attention at the present.

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you can attract love by becoming at your best when your all of your aspects in life becomes more balance.loving yourself first and as well the others who's surrounding you,you will be at your best when you learn how to rest and you will be able to appreciate all of the offers in your life.don't let stress rules you cause this create so much impact into your mucles and they become tense.Become aware of this "stress" is like for you,having ability to calm down and relax can improve you,and very important to know what is the needs of your soul.do not wait when your body feels weak or your energy will be tired before stoping from rejuvenation,make rest as a part of your day and give your mind and muscles a more needed rest.

if you really want love into your life,do what is the best for the other person you attracted too,speak what is the truth,tell what is your feelings about them through this you create a clear energy and also positive outcome.being truthful is one of the key of a relationship,if your keep sharing lies or something that doesn't real-you need to stop doing it cause it makes you not a straightforward person.avoiding the truth because you afraid what will be the reaction of the other person you may received,you create blockage and walls into the connection,try to speak with so much clarity,honesty, and love because throught that you create a postive strong energy and start to bond with this person.try to be optimistic on what will they going to say and don't take it whole heartly.

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you can attract love by being your own inspiration,believe in your self and for loving who you are and by this energy-showing the self love for yourself helps you to attract love for you.can you remember when did the last time you pat your back or even loving your self first?i bet not.working with a good relationship with yourself helps to build a connection to have a positive relationship with others.the love is begins in inner self and ends ups with inner self too.treating your self better is very inportant matter,love is kind,let yourself to be able surrounded by people who are full of love and you will find it easier to love who you are.let things be able to unfold,let things be happen for you on what the divine and universe write ir for you,no need to rush things nor to hurry it because of your excitement lookinh for love your not be able to see the importance on how beautiful the progress, though finding love is fun.you may miss some guidance that the universe and angles was sending too you because you rush into things and you don't allow it to unfold naturally,slowing down allows you to appreciate what is it in front of you,embrace the every second and monent of beinh single.also being slowing down helps you to be aware what is going deep inside of you.

thank you for reading your energies my beautiful souls,see you again in my next reading.let me know what you think in the comment section,thanks♥️

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alana93mugi · 5 months

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My late entry for @timdamiweek 2023 day 1 : murderous fighting couple

Both we're smilling with their teeth, a truly frightening sight especially coming from damian wayne.

With a bright smile, Damian say " uselesss as ever, aren't you drake, truly pitiful."

" I don't know remind me again who captured the most peoples on Yesterday patrol ? " Was his counterattack.

" Ttt , you we're just lucky" was his answer while exchanging blow with Tim .

A murderous aura envelopped them while they we're in their own little world not registering anyone else.

With a smile that wouldn't be out of place on movie star he answered with " You're still such a sore loser as ever damian you should learn to accept defeat, it's a part of growing up you know ? "

a slight tick of eyebrow was the only things that showed how it affected him if you paid enough attention to it . " Someone who was foolish enough to neglect your health with overwork and then still going on patrol , should not lecture others on things like growing up."

"I had it under control" then with as swift as a snake he bounced with " I didn't know that you were worried over me damian, Dick would be so proud. "

" That not it you imbecile ! " Damian answered angrily but he couldn't hide his blush " You just worry father and Grayson by doing things like that without thinking of others."

" Guys i'm glad that you're working on you're sexual tension and you're love quarrel is such a great show really but can you tone it down i'm trying to eat my salad." Came the interuption from stephanie.

" It's not like that/ I won't lower myself to be with someone like him ." Came the answer in perfect synchonity, both have forgotten stephanie , to put tall heir attention on each others once again.

" What wrong with me ? I'm a great boyfriend. " answered Tim , peeved.

" You're track record talk for itself " say damian drily.

" At least i have experience unlike a certain someone" say tim with a smirk.

" Anything that you can do , i can do better so i bet that i can be a better boyfriend than you. " Assured damian smugly.

" Really ? " Say Tim getting closer to damian so that they're face to face.

" Really ! "

Everyone else where left stumped not believing that they we're really saying that, leaving them as uncomfortable witness to this discussion not like any of them cared about anything else but beating their rival.

" interesting discussion really no you only have to prove it , go on a date right and prove to the others how you're the best. " Honnestly Jason mostly interupted to make them go away, he was nearly done with his popcorn and it was starting to feel way too intimate but he was also a little curious about how it would go .

" You can't be serious Todd ? / What do you mean Jason ? " For the second time they displayed an admirable synchonity while they yelled at him.

" I knew that neither of you could do it " Jason egged them on with a smug smile.

" Of course i can do something as easy as that, come with me drake. " Damian was already leaving while Tim followed him , meanwhile protesting about being ordered around while he run to catch up to him.

#timdami #batcest #timdamiweek #damian wayne al ghul #damian al ghul #damian wayne #tim drake #timothy drake #red robin #robin #dc characters #dc comics #dc robin #dc red robin #jason todd #jason peter todd #steph brown #stephanie brown

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mathiwrites · 26 days

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For the second prompt of Day 4 of @tamlinweek, please enjoy the small moments of Happily Ever After in Tamlin's life.

There is also a direct correlation between Tamlin's happiness and him being an idiot with his best friends. (Lookin' @ u Cassian)

Read Happy Endings on AO3 or below the cut:

The thing about ‘happily ever after’ is that is that it begs the question—after what? Happiness, in Tamlin’s opinion, is not an end. It is constantly in motion, and cyclical. It is intangible; no matter how hard he tries, he cannot capture it. Although, he has figured it out.

Happiness is not a state of mind.

Happiness lives within others.

CASSIAN

“You broke my nose, you fuck!”

Tamlin grins, a little too smug. The rules of their sparring is simple: don’t kill each other. Everything else is fair game, but Tamlin has never bothered with weapons. Not when he can shape himself into whatever he dreams of, and Nature has provided him with all the tools he needs to achieve his ends.

Today, he just wants to even the score.

“I owed you one. More than one, actually.”

Cassian makes an incoherent sound of frustration, setting the bone back in place without a complaint. “What else was I supposed to do with a big ass Spring Court invader in our war camps?”

“Rhysand invited me,” Tamlin deadpans. He’s pretty sure Cassian headbutt him all those years ago (and broke his nose) to prove a point. To think, everyone thinks Tamlin is the brute.

“Whatever, I’m not sorry.”

“Actually,” Morrigan chimes in. “May I propose literally any other way of greeting each other? Have you considered ‘hello’? I hear it’s all the rage with all other sane beings in this world.”

Both Tamlin and Cassian look at one another, they grin, two idiotic peas in a pod, before looking back at her and responding in perfect synchonicity: “Nah.”

Morrigan sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with manicured nails. “There’s two of them. Two of them!”

As if to prove her point, Cassian turns and headbutts Tamlin in the face.

“Ack! My nose! Now we’re even.”

“No, that makes us uneven. Learn to count, you fuck!”

ELERI

The pitter-patter of light feet captures his attention. He’s curled on the lounge chair, reading one of Rhysand’s books. It’s a human fairytale that Eleri had mentioned, something about prince charmings and damsels in distress. Absent-mindedly, Tamlin twirls the ring on his finger made of Illyrian steel. It belonged to the Lady of the Night, passed down to him as Rhysand’s chosen-mate.

The pitter-patter continues, and Rhysand’s little sister pops up behind the back of the chair, regarding him with her big violet eyes. She flutters her lashes and smiles at him. “Hi, Tamlin.”

“Hello, Eleri.” He shuts the book carefully and raises a brow at her. She wants something, but with her, he can never guess what it is.

She rests her chin in her palms, admiring him. It’s strange to call her little. Yes, she is very small in stature, taking after her mother, but she is technically older than Tamlin. Most of his newfound family is.

“What?”

“I need your help.”

Without question, Tamlin gets up. “Lead the way.”

There isn’t anything Tamlin wouldn’t do for her. He’s saved her life once, and he would do it again without second thought. He doesn’t bother questioning her; the bounce in her step means that whatever she needs help with will be entertaining at the very least.

Together, they find Azriel in the House of Wind’s study, looking through the High Lord’s papers. The shadowsinger raises a brow in Tamlin’s direction, but Tamlin has only a shrug to offer him.

“Tamlin, please lift me,” Eleri demands once she plants herself before Azriel, extending her arms to give Tamlin room.

He tucks his hands beneath her armpits and raises her to eye-level to Azriel. What he witnesses is the single most hilarious berating he has ever heard in his life. Tamlin bites his lip to stifle his laughter. Apparently, she’s upset that Cassian caught wind of their date, and he keeps making kissy faces at her. Now, Rhysand is doing it too! She wasn’t the one who told them! What kind of spymaster can’t keep secrets?

Tamlin clears his throat.

“Um, we saw you both in the pastry shop. We were all having ice cream.”

The young Lady’s face burns a bright red. “I—! Mother above, Az, I’m so sorry!”

Tamlin’s laughter is a rumble as he hands the very short, very embarassed High Faerie to Azriel. “You’re very cute together. By the way, why did you need me for… this?” His voice trembles with amusement and guarded laughter. He doens’t want her to feel bad.

“The others are nosy, I trust you,” she says over her shoulder, feet dangling while Azriel holds her like a live bomb. To her crush, she yowls. “Hug me already!”

Oh, this family is ridiculous, but he loves them dearly. Most of all, Tamlin loves being a part of it.

MOTHER

“Mmmver, yr sqshng me.”

Tamlin wouldn’t trade it for the world. His face is smothered in her arms, a nice change of pace from her squishing his cheeks and crying at him.

“My baby! My little baby is getting married,” she says for the hundredth time.

He had made a point to tell her before the rest of his family. Before his father, he cannot be happy, and she cannot be free, so he tells her in the middle of her garden and her flowers that will live forever. This moment will live forever with them.

He had made a point to tell her months ago, but her mind never recovered from the loss of her second son. It’s alright, he thinks, if she can relive this happiness over and over again. He’s proud that he can be the one to make her smile like that again.

“I grew him a valley of eternal flowers, too, as my proposal.”

“Oh! You did! That’s so lovely, my sprout.”

This time he hugs her, nuzzling her hair and breathing in the scent of her yellow roses.

LUCIEN

Music is a language spoken through the heart, and the body. It speaks only of truths—harsh ones, sweet ones and the ones that they try to keep secret.

Music from Andras is a massacre. His voice has not improved over the years, sounding more and more like an offended cat every day. Tamlin tries to strum louder, or provide a healing rhythm for their ears while Lucien stokes the fire. Its crackling soothes, a baseline for whenever the singing comes to a lull.

“Why don’t you ever sing, Luce? Do you play an instrument?”

“Has anyone lived to tell the tale of a siren’s song?”

Andras looks unimpressed. “You’re telling me your singing is that good?”

Tamlin snorts. “Idiot.”

The clearing by the forest holds memories of pain and desperation, of many attempts to lure Tamlin out of his anger. Together, they have reclaimed this space. Here is a place where happiness lives.

ANDRAS

“It’s happening!”

The door to Tamlin’s map room slams against the wall as its virtually punched open. Lucien startles beside him, far too deep in his strategizing, not having hear the silver storm barreling down the hallway.

“Already? Time flies,” Tamlin hums getting to his feet. Today, he promised he will be picture perfect calm.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Lucien blinks, giving his tired brain a moment to shift gears. He jumps up with a gasp. “It’s happening.” He turns to Tamlin, grabbing him by the shirt to shake him. “It’s happening!”

“Yes, remember the plan? Cool, calm and collected?”

Lucien clears his throat. “Yes, yes, very calm. Bastion of support for the new parents.”

Despite this, the three of them winnow to Andras’ home and within seconds they are by Ailsa’s side. They crowd the healer who jabs at them with her carved wooden cane.

“Really, An? You couldn’t go a day without tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb.” Ailsa teases and tosses her head back against the headboard, her brow lined with sweat and hair sticking to her forehead.

“Watch it, I can still claim your child as this year’s Tithe,” Tamlin teases. The glare she shoots at him can tear down mountains, and he recieves another jab for stressing out a mother in labor. “Sorry, sorry!”

“What happened to cool, calm and collected?” Lucien hisses.

“It was too easy.”

On one side, Andras holds his wife’s hand and caresses her head, soothing her however he can. Lucien takes her other hand, bearing through the crushing squeeze. Ailsa is more than Andras’ wife; she’s a member of their little group, except her tolerance for their nonsense is much lower than her husband’s. Andras’ also worries that the more she sees the side of him when he’s with his friends, the more she’ll reconsider her choice in partners.

Tamlin helps the healer, acting not as the High Lord, but as the only student of the greatest healer the Spring Court has ever seen. “Do you still have the potentillas petals I gave you?”

“Yes, my lord. I have kept them safe for when you need them.”

The flowers are rare, and he’s unsurprised to hear that the healer has not used them yet. “Now would be a good time.” He says calmly, and takes them to brew Ailsa a cup to soothe her pain.

The birth of a child is not easy, and Tamlin remains at Ailsa’s beck and call. It takes hours, and none of them sleep.

When the cries of a baby rings out through the burrow, relief washes over all of them. They each get a turn holding her, after the parents, of course, and when Tamlin finally gets his hands on that bundle of joy, he cannot help the tears that escape him.

“It’s a baby, a baby,” he says to none—he says to everyone. “I love her.”

“You realize you have to give her back at some point, right?” Ailsa reminds him.

“Oh, Cauldron, he’s never going to leave, is he?” Andras sighs, but the smile on his face never fades.

RHYSAND

There is no word for Rhysand.

He is just Rhysand.

No memory,

No gesture,

No titles,

No one thing that can qualify the what he means to Tamlin.

The things that he has done for a boy in need, for an enemy in the wrong place, defy anything as simple as happiness, as vague as perfection.

He is the home that Tamlin returns to, the understanding that he needs.

He is the gentle touch that soothes a vicious, wounded animal—a quiet that brings peace to a storming mind.

He is the bar against which everything is measured.

Would the Mother sacrifice her soul for him? Would she abandon her morals in the name of protecting him? Would the Cauldron grant his every wish? Would it defy its own laws if only to comfort him?

No, they would do none of those things.

There is no word for Rhysand.

He is just Rhysand.

#tamlin big himbo confirmed #cassian himbo amplifier #tamlin #tamlin week #pro tamlin #cassian #rhysand #azriel #rhysand's sister #lucien #andras #acotar au #acotar fanfiction #my fics #tamsand #tamlin x rhysand #rhysand x tamlin

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shassys-walkabout · 8 months

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11:11, 333..what if anything do seeing these number sequences throughout your day, mean?

11:11, 333..what if anything do seeing these number sequence throughout your day? #numerology #selffcare #spiritual

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shoutsthedustflake · 1 year

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Setting aside for a half a moment the faint embarrassment of me following the #meadowcore tag, and the much more saturated embarrassment of tumblr's bot problem, I have to admire the range of the tags. I don't recognize half of them -- not the tags, the words and concepts -- and I don't think they have anything in common, but there's an inadvertent poetry there that reminds me nothing so much of what you'd see in a Facebook group like "Science diagrams that look like shitposts." It's a stupid, scam-ridden world we've made on these internets, but occasionally it throws up a moment of weird joy like this.

#but yeah fix yr bot problem tumblr #internet #synchonicity

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samisnotlegend · 10 months

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I think you mentioned in a post yesterday that you're always open to receiving questions about your fics, so today I have a question about See You Soon.

You probably don't plan to write a sequel, but do you have any headcanons about what happens to bakudeku after they get married? (Is it even a headcanon if it's coming from the author?)

I just think their story is interesting and their dynamic so cute and want to know more about them as well as your writing process! And if you have no headcanons, what was your favorite part about writing this specific fic?

Oh what a FANTASTIC question!! Thank you so much for asking!!!! Okay this got a little long. A summary and ramblings of SYS's possible sequel under the cut!!!

Alright so: See You Soon. I have definitely toyed with the idea of writing a sequel, actually. I still might do it, but I have so many other upcoming fics and oneshots that I don't mind spoiling it, because if a SYS sequel does happen, it is a loooong way off. (Also, it would focus more on smut than on the plot which I outline here. So! Spoilers are fine!)

Anyway, the wedding is very happy. Katsuki has another mini-meltdown on the alter, because he is out-of-his-mind happy that he gets to marry Izuku. Izuku cries too, obviously. Almost immediately after the ceremony, they sneak off into a coat closet. Mistuki eventually yanks them out and makes them attend their own party.

At the reception, there is a little bit of drama. I won't get into everything here, but let's just say that bkdk foil a certain plan of Dabi's, and Izuku is immediatley able to prove his loyalty to Katsuki, the Bakugou clan, and also help Shouto out. (This actually almost made it into the main fic, but it was already so long lol.)

Party continues on, and Mitsuki eventually kicks Izuku and Katsuki out of their own party because they're having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other.

Then after that... bkdk take over the Bakugou family! It genuinely goes well. Katsuki is the hard, outwardly cold boss, and Izuku is his perfect foil. Diplomatic and outwardly-soft and kind. Of course, everyone who is anyone knows that Katsuki is also incredibly soft, and Izuku is also incredibly badass. But their fronts and reputations work well.

Sero and Shouto get married. Yay! There is a foiled assassination attempt once or twice, as Dabi + the league desperately try to keep it from happeneing. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku play bodyguards to their respective friends lol. But things go well, seroki get married, and the ties between the Bakugou clan and Shouto's faction of the Todoroki clan become incredibly strong. Shouto takes over the entire group, with Sero as his husband. The league lose power more and more, eventually disbanding.

Bkdk and seroki achive an awesome balance in the city, and the city is far better off for it.

As for Bkdk's relationship... I think it is everything Katsuki hopes for in SYS and more. The more he gets to know Izuku the more he loves him. They are ruthless crime bosses, but they also have weekend superhero movie marathons. They nerd out over rare All Might merch, but fight and strategize with amazing synchonity.

I guess, to summarize, bkdk do face challenges after they get married. But they overcome them, and really do live happily after. They definitely never stop being in love, that's for sure.

My favorite part about writing this fic was writing Katsuki's panic post-library scene. Because I knew that at the same moment Katsuki was panicking, Izuku was at the Todoroki compound, pleased as fucking punch. He was probably laying on his bed writing "Bakugou Izuku" in hearts over and over again in his notebooks while sighing happily to himself. Izuku was SO smug about getting to meet and make out with his fiance before the wedding, you have no idea.

I also really liked writing Katsuki sneaking up on Izuku before the wedding lol. He was just so happy! I love it when Katsuki is happy. XD

Honestly though, my favorite thing about this fic isn't any one part. When I received the initial prompts (mafia and/or arranged marriage) I was stumped! I thought I was gonna write something angsty. I didn't though. It ended up writing something so silly, but sexy and fun too, and I'm really proud of that. Even the angstiest of prompts turn sweet and lovey-dovey when my boys are involved, I guess. XD

Okay that's ENOUGH of me talking lol. Thank you SO MUCH for asking though! You don't know how lovely it is to be able to share stuff like this - all the happiness and joy that the characters do in fact get to experience after the story ends. I can't say that it's like this for all writers, but I don't stop thinking about my boys when their little stories end. They live on hehe.

If anyone has any questions about any of my fics, you are always more than welcome to ask. <3 Okay! Thanks again! I hope this lived up to your hopes! <3

#i really started rambling lol #i really may write this at some point!!#but honestly #as you can see they already got their happy ending #and while they still gotta defeat Dabi and co #Katsuki was right in that the league didnt stand a chance against him and deku #SYS #bnha #bkdk #sammy writes #oh side note though #if i do write a sequel #it would be almost all smut #just fyi lmaoooooo

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