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Defying The Odds: 14 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 6.8k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

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Arguments broke out about how the plan had failed. Michael had gone to get food as the group began to bicker. Y/N walked away, leaning against the wall. Once Michael broke up the fight, they all sat down and began to eat. Y/N grabbed a few things but was not completely in the mood to eaten stolen food.

            “Eat, you need energy,” Michael said, nudging her before walking away. She nodded, grabbing an apple and smiling at him.

            “Our photos are in the paper. They’re probably all over the news,” Sucre said holding a newspaper out.

            “Yeah, and you didn’t see that coming?” C-Note remarked.

            Michael eventually came over with a backpack in hand. “Last supper, boys,” Michael announced. “This is the part where we say goodbye.”

            “It’s not much, but it’s enough to get you started.” Michael handed everyone cash and denying the whereabouts of Fibonacci before walking off. Y/N followed.

            Conversations about getting LJ was talked about. Michael was clear there was no plan, but Lincoln kept pushing. Y/N leaned against the wall of the warehouse, eyes watching in front of her.

            She was free, but at what cost? All it has ever been since then was running. Would they run forever? She trusted Michael, but slowly that faith was fading.

They bid their farewells with everyone and as Sucre came up to Y/N, he smiled. “Mami, marry that boy,” he said, hugging her. “I already told him the same thing. I wish you nothing but happiness in the future,” he told her the same words she once told him.

            “Likewise. Go to your girl. Get married. Have lots of babies. Be happy,” Y/N responded back.

            Once they were gone, it was just the three of them. Michael took a deep breath and sighed. “Tell me everything you know about the courthouse,” he stated, ready to create a plan.

-

They were on the elevator, waiting for LJ to get into the right elevator. Just then the vent opened and Lincoln appeared through the top of the elevator. LJ and that detective were below. Lincoln had a pretend gun, pointing it to the detective.

            “Keep it in the holster, no one gets hurt,” Lincoln said, pointing the gun. “Keep it in the holster.” Michael and Y/N then appeared to Mahone and LJ. “All right, LJ, hit stop.” LJ did that. “He’s coming with us, so just stay cool, stay cool.”

            Y/N glanced over to Michael who recognised the detective. Her eyes then went back on Mahone. Michael put his hand out. “Hey buddy, give me his gun.” Michael got the gun and pointed it.

            “LJ, give me your hand.” LJ lifted his hand up. “Thattaboy, come on.” However, it failed as Mahone grabbed onto LJ.

            The plan didn’t work. Mahone got a hold of LJ and instantly, they had to fled. It was back to running. They got into a truck, but gun shots were fired as they drove away.

            Once parked, they made a run for it again, but Lincoln was hit.

            “We gotta move,” Michael said.

            “I can’t,” Lincoln exclaimed, sitting down and clutching his leg.

            “Oh my God,” Michael mumbled, coming up. Y/N sat next to Lincoln, examining his leg as he expressed his disappointment and belief he had failed LJ. Michael got a handkerchief and gave it to Y/N to wrap around the wound.

            “I failed him,” Lincoln explained.

-

Nikka’s house was nearby and Michael explained it was his green card wife’s. Y/N as much disappointment it was to hear that agreed as she knew there was no other option. They got to the apartment building, Lincoln leaning on Michael with his hand wrapped around his neck while Y/N followed behind.

            “Michael, what are you doing?” Nikka asked as soon as she opened the door, but there was no time for pleasantries, Michael was straight to business.

            “Cayenne pepper,” Michael exclaimed.

            “What?” Nikka said, closing the door as Michael brought Lincoln to the couch.

            “Cayenne pepper,” Y/N said turning to Nikka. “Do you have it?”

            “Uh, maybe,” she muttered.

            “We need rubbing alcohol, some towels and painkillers,” Y/N said. “Gauze would be great too.”

            “Whatever you got,” Michael stated.

            “And some booze,” Lincoln added, rubbing his head.

            “Please,” Michael rushed, begging.

            Y/N leaned down with Michael, rolling up the pants to take a look at the leg. Michael calmed him down. However, Lincoln continued to groan.

            “It’s fine. Now, let’s keep moving,” Lincoln stated, wincing.

            “We keep moving, that leg keeps bleeding. The leg keeps bleeding and we’re not getting out of Illinois,” Michael stated, jumping in. Nikka handed the supplies to Y/N, who took them willingly before passing them to Michael.

            Winces and groans happened as Lincoln took a drink.

            “This will seal the capillaries,” Michael stated, shaking the cayenne pepper on the wound.

            “Michael, you should not have come here. The police have been here asking questions,” Nikka said to him.

            “We didn’t have a choice,” Michael replied, focused on his work.

            “I’m thankful for the help with the green card, but I don’t wanna get involved,” Nikka exclaimed, worried and stressed.

            “I know. I know. It wasn’t part of our deal,” Michael snapped. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. But there’s nowhere else to go,” Michael stressed.

            “When I saw you on the news, I was worried,” Nikka continued. “I just hoped you’d crossed the border by now.”

            “So did I.”

            Nikka looked over to Y/N who was rubbing Lincoln’s arm. Her eyes darted her over before looking over to Michael. “Who is she?”

            “Y/N,” he said as he continued to work on the leg, “my partner. Girlfriend. We’re together,” he said trying labels. “See if you can find him some clean clothes,” Michael diverted back to the problem. “I got to go back and get our car,” Michael said, standing up.

            “Forget the car. We can get another,” Lincoln said, in pain.

            “I don’t need a car. I need that car.”

            “Why?”

            “Because in that car is everything we need to disappear,” he said before leaving.

            Y/N was left with Lincoln. “Mind if I?” she said, looking at the vodka.

            “No, go ahead.”

            Nikka was making Y/N a cup of tea when Y/N sat at the small, worn kitchen table, her eyes constantly flicking toward the front door as if willing Michael to return quicker than he’d left. Lincoln was stretched out on the couch, nursing his wounds from the chaos of their escape while taking sips of the vodka. The quiet of Nikka’s modest home pressed down on her like a blanket of unease.

            She could feel Nikka watching her.

            The woman moved around the kitchen, busying herself with the kettle and cups, but her glanced were pointed, lingering. It didn’t take a genius to know there were questions bubbling just beneath the surface, and Y/N had a sinking feeling she was about to be pulled into a conversation she didn’t want.

            “So,” Nikka stated, her voice light but probing as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. “You’re Michael’s…girlfriend?”

            Y/N tensed, her gaze snapping away from the door to meet Nikka’s gaze. She forced a small, neutral smile. “Something like that,” she mumbled.

            “Something like that?” she repeated. “So, you just follow him around then?”

            Y/N felt the irritation rise in her chest but did her best to keep her tone calm. “We’ve been through a lot together. It’s complicated. We are just together. Romantically, platonically, familiarly. We’re together. Partners.”

            Nikka’s lips pressed into a thin line as she set down her cup she’d been holding and walked closer, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Complicated how? I know Michael…well…and this–“ she gestured between them, “–doesn’t seem like nothing. How’d you meet?”

            “Prison. I was the cell next to him,” she stated. “I’m not going to explain my relationship with Michael to you,” Y/N stated, voice a bit sharper than intended. “The less you know the better.”

            “You’re the mobster wife, murderer,” she said it so casually.

            Y/N took a deep breath and clutched the mug in front of her of hot water and looked down. “I’m divorced.”             “Michael’s been through enough, he doesn’t need someone else dragging him into more trouble,” Nikka said.

            Y/N shot her a look, standing from the table and walking to the window, needing space. “I’m not dragging him into anything. I’ve been there for him when no one else was. That’s all you need to know.”

            There was a beat of silence before Nikka’s voice softened, though her jealousy was there and laced in her words. “I just…didn’t know. I thought maybe when this was over, Michael and I–“

            Y/N turned to her, finally facing her head-on. “You’re his green card wife. That’s all it ever was, Nikka. You know that. You had a deal, and he kept his word.”

            Nikka winced, clearly not expecting the bluntness, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a slow breath, brushing off her hurt. “He didn’t tell me about you.”

            “That’s good. We kept it a secret,” Y/N said. “As I was the only female in that prison.”

            Nikka looked like she wanted to push more, but at that moment, Lincoln groaned from the other room, shifting in pain. The distraction gave Y/N the perfect out, and she quickly moved toward him, muttering, “I need to check on Lincoln.”

            As she knelt beside Lincoln, she could still feel Nikka’s eyes on her, but she blocked it out, focusing on the man in front of her instead. The conversation with Nikka had rattled her more than she cared to admit, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. There were bigger things at stake.

But she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest.

Michael came back eventually, and Y/N climbed into the car with Lincoln. Michael walked up to Nikka. “I’m sorry I had to involve you in this. I mean, any more than I already have,” Michael as he began to walk away.

“Good luck,” Nikka said. “Why her?” she then asked. “A real criminal.”

Michael stopped, turning to face her. “I’m not going to explain her story, but she isn’t a criminal to me. She’s a survivor.”

Michael got in the car.

“Are you two alright?” Michael asked.

“Yeah,” Lincoln said.

“Fine,” Y/N muttered from the back.

“We’re heading west. Toward the money, toward LJ,” Michael explained. “Just got one more stop to make.”

“What for?” Y/N asked.

“You trust me?” Michael asked.

“Of course,” they both said.

“How do you throw the hunter off the scent?” Michael asked.

“Get rid of the prey,” Lincoln stated.

-

After driving for a while, Michael parked on a bridge. They got out, walking to the railing. Michael and Lincoln began to undo the bolts while Y/N kept watch. Once the bolts were undone, they walked the car back. Michael got out two bags of blood, placing them in front seat. Then he turned the radio on.

            “Remember, once I hit ‘scan’, we’ll have about thirty seconds before it reaches 103.7,” Michael told them.

            “Then she blows,” Y/N says.

            “That’s right. Ready?”

            They nodded. “Yeah.”

            Michael pressed scan and put the car in drive for it to fall off the bridge. They went running; however the music was not changing.

            “What happened?”

            “I don’t know. We’re gonna need that explosion,” Michael stated, hands on his hips.

            Sirens were heard and Y/N looked at Michael.

            “The radio must’ve jammed,” Michael announced. “We’re gonna have to set it off manually.”

            The group of them began to walk down the hill slightly.

            “The car could blow any second, man,” Lincoln stated.

            “The Fed are gonna be here in about two minutes. If it doesn’t look like we’re dead, we will be.” Then Michael looked up to Lincoln but not Y/N. “Rock, paper, scissors.”

            However, Y/N pushed past them and began to walk.

            “No, Y/N, come back,” Michael snapped. “Y/N!” he hissed.

            “I owe you,” she stated.

            Y/N walked down the hill to the car, leaning down into and then seeing the scan button. “How many stations are between 102.1 and 103.7?” Y/N asked.

            Michael pressed his lips together, worry filling his body. “Way out here? Just one, probably.”

            Y/N took a deep breath, closing her eyes and then pressed the button before getting the hell out of there. The moment she got to Michael he looked at her. “Never do that again,” he barked before running.

            “I owed you,” she whispered with a smirk.

            After a short walk, Nikka pulled up in a car. Y/N rolled her eyes but kept her demeanour calm and steady.

            “Looks like I owe you another one,” Michael said.

            “It’s ok,” she said, handing him the keys.

            “Ok. Well, once we get to Mexico, I’ll send you $10,000, like I promised,” Michael told her. Y/N’s eyes widened. Ten thousand dollars…to her? For a car? “Plus, another three for the car.”

            Y/N walked over to the car and got in. Nikka looked up at Michael and asked, “You love her? The criminal?”

            Michael looked at Y/N in car, who looked absolutely exhausted. “Y/N?” he asked. She nodded. “With everything in me.”

            Then Nika got in the car, right next to Y/N and all she could do was roll her eyes. Lincoln then pulled the car out and headed to the next town.

            A little into the drive, Nikka spoke. “What happens when you get to Mexico? Where will you go?”

            “It’s best if you don’t know,” Michael told her. “It’s best for everyone. We’ll drop you off in the next town. And I’ll wire you that $10,000 like I said. It shouldn’t take more than a week or two.”

            “Michael, we got company,” Lincoln interrupted.

            Y/N glanced back, seeing another car speeding up to them, tailing them. Michael glanced back, seeing Y/N looking behind her.

            “What the hell is going on?” Lincoln said with frustration. Since they got out, they never had a moment to themselves, it was always on the go. Michael looked as the car approached them closer, yelling for everyone to hold on. Just then the car rear ended them.

            “Who is it?” Michael shouted they pulled up beside them. Nika gasped as Y/N groaned since Bellick and Geary.

            “Just what we need,” she muttered. “It’s Bellick.”

            The car kept slamming into them, pushing them off the road slightly. The car kept pushing them on and on to get them off the road.

            “Can this thing go any faster?” Michael asked.

            They continued to chase them, speeding across the road, pushing, chasing and crashing into them. Y/N held onto the seat for dear life, getting flashbacks from a few police chases from back in her day.

            “Keep the momentum,” Y/N yelled.

            However, they eventually crashed into a tree. Her head hit the back of the chair as she tried to get out. Michael came running back to check on her, but Y/N was out of the car. Gunshots were heard as Bellick ran over to them.

            “Nobody move!” he yelled, running down the hill, shooting the gun in the air a few times. “Oh, good to see you again boy.”

            “No need for anyone to get hurt, boss,” Lincoln mumbled, turning around to face them.

            “Boss? Oh, there’s no need for formalities anymore there, Sink. I’m no longer an employee of the State, thanks for you,” Bellick stated, getting closer to Lincoln.

            “I think somebody wants that reward,” Michael spoke up, hands on his hips. Y/N stood next to him, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at the gun Geary had and Bellick.

            “It’s not about reward money, friend. Your pal Manche told me all about your little treasure hunt for Westmoreland’s stash,” Bellick said with a smirk. Y/N let out a loud sigh and Bellick turned to her. “The pretty lady is here too. Maybe I’ll inform your husband your whereabouts as there has been phone calls looking for you. Do you two,” he gestured with the gun between Y/N and Michael, “plan on getting that money and riding into the sunset? I thought you got paid millions to murder men.”

            “That’s dirty money,” she stated, kicking the floor. “Plus, my husband has it,” she lied. “Marriage. You share everything.”

            Bellick shook his head and yelled, “Get in the car. We’re going to Utah!” His gun was cocked and pointed at them.

            Everyone began to walk to the car.

            “Move that moneymaker, ladies,” Bellick said, pointing the gun to Y/N’s back. Michael had a scowl across his face. “Especially you, pretty convict.”

            “Move it, convict!” Geary said, pushing Lincoln, who fell onto his hands and knees beside Geary’s car.

            Y/N watched as Lincoln grabbed a piece of glass and placed it by the wheel. Smart thinking…th e tire will pop so they would have to stop for a spare.

            “IF you know about the money in Utah, why do you need us?” Michael asking, facing Bellick.

            “In the excitement of the escape, Manche didn’t hear everything Westmoreland said before the old bird kicked the bucket, but he heard enough. Utah and five million. You fill in the blanks.”

            Bellick suddenly, grabbed Y/N by the ponytail and then the head, grasping and pulling as she winced. Michael went straight for him telling, but Bellick pointed the gun at him. “Don’t even think about getting cute, smart ass! Now you three are gonna take me right to where that money is or both these whores get dead real fast.” Bellick still had a hold on Y/N’s hair and she was trying to pry him off. Michael had complete worry across his face. “Ask me if I’m bluffing.”

            Michael put his hands up, surrendering. He got in the car, but as he went to pull Y/N to sit on his lap, Bellick interfere. “Nope. The whore sits with me so she doesn’t pull any shit,” he stated, grabbing onto Y/N’s arm and pulling her to him.

            Everyone got in the car and Y/N watched as Bellick pat his lap. “Can I please sit with Michael?” she asked. “I won’t pull anything. I promise.”

            Bellick shook his head. “Nope. You’re with me, sweetheart.”

            Her body went numb as he grabbed her by her arm and made her sit in his lap. His hands wrapped around her waist, right under her breasts. She could feel Michael’s scowling glare that was burning holes in the back of Bellick.

            She felt completely disgusted with herself and his hands began to go hire. She grasped them, putting down. “Hands to yourself,” she barked.

            “Or else what?” Bellick taunted.

            “Bellick, you better not touch her,” Michael warned.

            They pulled over as Geary complained about needing to use the washroom. He walked into the trees as Bellick lined them up, once Y/N was close to Michael he grabbed her pulling her next to him.

            “I never thought I’d say this, Scofield, but I thank God for the day you walked into Fox River–“ Bellick began.

            “–And out of it,” Geary added, peeing in the bushes. Both chuckled.

            Y/N felt Michael’s hand on her back before going back to his side. He looked at her but Y/N was focused on the floor. “It’s gonna be ok,” he spoke to her. “We’ll be ok.”

            Y/N nodded, but she was losing faith. Slowly but surely.

            “Go into the car, act like you’re mad at me,” he spoke through gritted teeth. Y/N glanced up to him and seeing his pleading eyes.

            Y/N looked at him and then spat lowly. “I can’t believe I fucking trusted you to get me stuck in this mess. You promised me nothing would happen and now look. Obviously, I’m a fucking idiot for falling in love with you and believing all your empty promises,” Y/N barked walking away from him and to the backseat this time.

            “Well, that‘s pissed off girlfriend you got on your hands there, Scofield? Trouble in paradise?” Bellick said as Y/N crossed her arms and focused what was head of her. Lincoln was standing by the door of the car, Nika beside Michael. Bellick smirked. “Didn’t your mama tell you how to treat a lady? Or was she a whore like these two?” Bellick mocked, a disgusting smirk across his face, however he presed where he shouldn’t.

            The backdoor slammed and Lincoln went straight for Bellick.

            “Linc!” Michael yelled, trying to get his brother’s attention.

            However, Bellick held the gun up. “Got a problem there, Burrows?”

            “We only need one of you to take us to the money. Remember that,” Geary said, gun cocked.

            Michael walked over, patting his chest. “Let’s go buddy,” he said to Lincoln. “Let’s go.”

            Everyone got into the car, Michael pulled Y/N onto of his lap as his hands wrapped around her. She rolled her head back onto his shoulder. Michael looked at her through his long lashes. “Ok?” he mumbled.

            “Fine,” she responded. Michael took her hand and held it, his thumb brushing over the back. However, Y/N felt like someone was looking at her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Nika looking at her with an unimpressed look. Y/N tried to ignore it by closing her eyes and letting Michael massage her hand. Then they were on the road again.

            Moments later, they had to pull over.

            “What kind of son of a bitch doesn’t have a spare tire in his car?” Bellick spat.

            Geary was kneeling down on the ground, looking at the wheel. “The kind that already used it.”

            “OH, and you’re just the sad sack that has to go back into town and get a new one,” Bellick said to Geary.

            “What? That’s like three miles.”

            “That’s right.” Geary then walked away. “Everyone out.”

            Y/N got out and Michael followed behind her. Then the rest. Michael stayed close to her, grabbing onto her sweater and pulling her back lightly to be closer to him. He held his suit jacket close to him as he leaned against the car.

            “That way. Go on,” Bellick ordered.

            Michael was behind Y/N as they walked to the shed. She could feel Bellick stare on her. Nika nearly tripped. “Careful,” Michael said.

            “Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

            “Just relax,” Michael responded.

            This was not going the way they planned and Y/N was getting exhausted with it all.

            “You know what? I really believed you. I risked everything for you. I did everything you asked. I risked my life for you. For what? For $10,000 I risked my life? And this entire time, you’ve had $5 million just waiting there?” Nika ranted and Y/N watched this unfold. “You’re a bastard, Michael,” she spat, walking past them.

            “Just shut the fuck up,” Y/N barked. “Trust for God sake.”

            Nika turned around and looked at Y/N. “Don’t get me started on you,” she spat.

            “For all that aggravation, I hope you get to hit that a few times, Scofield,” Bellick taunted with a smirk, chuckling. “Both of them, but I bet the pretty convict was the best.”

            Y/N turned around and was about to say something when Michael stated, “Don’t. Not worth it.”

            “We’re gonna wait it out in that shack,” Bellick announced. “Just keep moving. Come on.”

            Lincoln opened the door to the abandoned shack, and everyone followed. Nika went to talk to Bellick, but soon enough everyone was tied up. Y/N began to wiggle slightly, but Michael glanced over. “Stop stressing, it doesn’t do any good.”

            Lincoln began to follow too, trying to figure out the ties. “Maybe you ought to start stressing if they’re gonna put a bullet in our heads,” Lincoln hissed.

            “They need us. They need us to get that money,” Michael mumbled.

            “I admire your optimism. She’s rolling, man. I can feel it.”

            There’s a plan and Nika was the plan. Y/N stayed quiet, next to Lincoln who was next to Michael. Both of them didn’t like being apart, but what could they do.

            Y/N stayed still, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Nika was the plan.

            Nika eventually came back, looking at Michael and then following her eyes over the group.

            “If you guys need to use the can, hold it. If you need to tinkle, sweet peas, I’ll watch you anytime,” Bellick hummed with a smirk.

            “It’ll cost you,” Y/N stated with a smirk. Michael glanced over and rose a brow.

            Bellick wasn’t impressed. “Sit down. Hands behind your back.” Nika sat next to Y/N.

            Once Bellick was gone, Lincoln spoke up. “You took your time,” he said. The door was closed now.

            “It takes time to gain a man’s confidence,” she responded. “You’re right, he’ll bite on anything I say. You just tell me where we trap him and I’ll tell him that’s wehre the money is.”

-

“Hey!” Nika yelled.

            “What do you want?” Bellick groaned as he opened the door.

            “I need to use the bathroom,” she stated.

            “Again?” Bellick sighed.

            “I have a small bladder,” she stated, raising a brow.

            “That ain’t all you got,” he smirked.

            Y/N rolled her eyes. He would not stop with the misogynistic side comments. Nikka was cut loose and they left into the private room again.

            Michael glanced over to Y/N, seeing her closing her eyes and head rolled back. “Y/N, are you ok?” he asked.

            “I just need this to be all over,” she mumbled. “I need a good night’s sleep as well.”

            “Soon,” Michael told her.

            “Is she going to come through?” Lincoln asked.

            “She’ll get it done. Nika and I have come too far together,” Michael stated. Y/N heard that and her heart hurt slightly. Nika was married to Michael, but Y/N was his partner.

            “When money’s on the line you trust no one,” Lincoln stated.

            “Do you trust me?” Y/N whispered looking over.

            “You’re a mobster, I don’t know. But if Michael trusts you, I guess I will too eventually,” he muttered.

            “Sometimes you have to,” Y/N mumbled.

            “Not if you want to survive, you don’t,” Lincoln responded.

            “You really don’t trust anyone, do you?” Michael said with honesty.

            “Can you blame me? After all that’s happened.”

            “No, I mean before that. Before prison,” Michael mumbled.

            Y/N closed her eyes again, tuning the brothers out. Nika came back, being pushed with hands behind her back into the room. She was thrown on the floor, next to Y/N. she moved to sit.

            “My daddy always said, ‘fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I’ll put you in the ground’,” Bellick warned. “Any more games and I stomp the hooker’s and the girlfriend’s air, understand?” Bellick barked, eyes focused on Y/N.

            Bellick went back to tying Nika up. However, a knife was passed to Y/N and she passed it to Lincoln.

            “Thanks for the dance, sweet pea,” Bellick hummed. He felt for his knife in his pocket once he turned around from the group, but it was not there. “You bitch.”

            Lincoln got up, taking the knife to Bellick’s throat. “Fooled you,” Lincoln smirked, and Y/N smiled wickedly.

            Lincoln tied up Bellick to the same pipe before cutting everyone loose. Michael came over and helped Y/N up, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a hug. “It’s ok,” he mumbled in her ear and she nodded.

            Lincoln grabbed Bellick’s gun, hiding it in his pants. Then they heard Geary.

“I carried it. The cons can change it,” Geary said, rolling the tire into the shed. He looked to his right, seeing Lincoln with the gun. “Oh, you really suck, Bellick, you know that?”

            Michael went to go tie up Geary, but Bellick looked at Y/N then Michael. “You know, she is a complete manipulator, Scofield. She doesn’t love you. It’s just a game. Should look at her file, the witness states, the words she would use. She’s a little con. A little player,” Bellick told Michael.

            “Ignore him,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing.

            “You manipulated that prison doc and got him thirty years for aiding and abetting,” Bellick stated. Y/N turned and looked at him. “Another victim to your game, Miss. Black Beauty,” he hummed, using the name they would call her. “Will I be your next victim? Got the lipstick.”

            “Shut up,” she muttered. “I don’t do that anymore.”

            “So you did do it?” Bellick hummed. “What do you care? As long as he left the door open for you.”

            Y/N looked at him and instantly went for his throat, hands clasping it as she yelled, “Shut the fuck up!” Her hands held it, clasping it as she slowly choked him on his own are. “Shut up,” she barked.

            Michael grabbed her by the arm, pulling her but she wouldn’t budge.

            “I am not who you think I am. I am not a cold hearted killer. I am a person,” she whispered. “I just want a normal life.”

            Lincoln grabbed her this time, pulling her off as she stumbled back.

            “Let’s go,” Michael said, arm wrapping around her back and pulling her in. “Let’s go.”

            Michael and Y/N walked out with the rest of the group. Guilt was eating her alive as she put together the puzzle pieces. Matt Remington was going to jail for a mistake she asked him to do. She had been to jail, she knows what it would be like and he was a good man.

            “Michael, we can’t let him go to jail,” she whispered as they walked to the car.

            “We can’t go back, Y/N,” he responded.

            They stopped at the car and Y/N took a deep breath, guilt was seriously eating her alive. She simply nodded. “I need to call him.”

            Michael shook his head. “No. You can’t. We’re fugitives now.” His hand came out, tucking behind her neck as he guided her forehead to his lips. “I love you, though.” She nodded, pulling away.

Michael turned to Nikka. “Can we at least take you into town?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “If I’m seen with you, it’s a lot of trouble for me. I can walk. Its only a mile, she said with a smile.

“We never would have made it this far without you,” Michael said, gratitude in his voice.

“Now you’re crossing the border without me,” Nika replied, hoping for a invitation.

“You can’t go where we’re going. It’s not a life for you,” Michael stated.

Nika looked to the floor, scoffing lightly. “Then that’s it then,” she mumbled, sadly. “It’s over for good.”

“Thank you,” Michael said giving her a hug. ‘Be safe. Good luck.”

Y/N watched as Nika walked over to Lincoln, bringing him into a hug. Her arm shot out, rubbing Michael’s back as she stood behind him. However, Nika’s hand lowered in the hug and grasped for the gun before stepping back.

Y/N dropped her hand and groaned. “Nika,” she said, taking a step forward, hands up. “Give me the gun.”

Michael watched her, calm and collective.

“I loved you, Michael,” Nika began. “And I thought I was gonna get that back, but you just used me.” The gun was pointed to Michael.

“That’s not true,” he mumbled.

“I deserve more than this. I deserve more than just being the girl that you call when you need something. I deserve to be picked over some murderer you call your girlfriend.”

“You really think you’re going to find the money in Utah?” Lincoln asked.

“I don’t care about the money in Utah!” she screamed, pointing the gun on the three of them. “I don’t want any more crime. I turn you in, I get $300,000. Legal money.” She walked over to get the phone. “You’re the policeman’s problem now.”

“Nika,” Michael warned.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot you!” she yelled, voice filled with passion.

“No, you won’t,” Lincoln piped up, taking out the round that was needed.

It was useless without it and Y/N started the chuckle and Nika wasn’t impressed. “Shut up, bitch!” she yelled.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Michael tried to calm down.

Nika looked defeated as Michael took the gun and phone from her and walked away. Michael stared at her, disappointed. “Good luck to you,” he mumbled.

Y/N walked away, going into the car and sitting in the back, watching as Michael came and sat in the front. Then they drove off, leaving Nika behind.

-

The car hummed softly as it cruised down the desolate highway, the stars stretching endlessly above them. The roads were quiet, just the occasional flicker of headlights passing by, and the air inside the vehicle was thick with exhaustion. Y/N was curled up in the backseat, fast asleep, her face turned toward the window, illuminated by the faint glow of the passing streetlights.

            Lincoln sat behind the while, his eyes focused on the road head. While Michael sat in the passenger seat, glancing back at Y/N so often. She had been asleep for hours, exhaustion finally catching up with her after everything they’d been through. Lincoln studied her a moment through the rear view mirror before shifting his gaze to Michael who was looking back at her.

            “She’d been out for a while,” Lincoln commented, keeping his voice low.

            Michael glanced briefly behind him, his eyes softening as they land on Y/N. “She needs it. She hasn’t had much rest lately.”

            Lincoln nodded but did not drop the subject. He had been thinking about Y/N for a while now, especially since Michael had insisted she come with them. His brother was a private man – always had been – but Lincoln could sense there was more to this.

            “So, I need to ask…what’s going on with you two? You said partner…girlfriend. I just want to know how serious this is,” Lincoln mumble his tone casual but probing.

            Michael’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but his face remained impassive. “What do you mean?”

            Lincoln let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Come on, man. You bring her along with us, you’re keeping her out of the mess she was…that’s nothing. Where do you see this going?”

            Michael kept his focus on the road, his jaw tightening slightly. He was not the kind of person who opened up easily, but this was his brother. Despite their challenges over the years, he owed Lincoln a lot. But there was no denying that Y/N meant something to him. She had always meant something.

            “She’s complicated,” he finally muttered, his voice measured. “We’ve been through a lot together and there is definitely feelings.”

            Lincoln was not satisfied with that. He knew Michael too well. “I’ve seen you with her. You don’t do things halftway. Especially not with people you care about. You’re saving her from the mob life, from all the danger she’s in. You wouldn’t do that if she didn’t mean something.”

            Michael grasped the door handle and for a moment he didn’t say anything. He glanced behind him again, watching as Y/N slept. There was something about her that had pulled him in from the beginning, something he hadn’t been able to shake no matter how much he tried to keep his distance. He wanted to reach out and touch her. God, he wished he could hold her as she slept.

            “She deserves more than what she’s been through,” Michael said quietly. His voice was barelt audible over the sound of the engine. “She’s been fighting to survive for so long, and I don’t want her to feel like she’s alone in that.”

            Lincoln turned his head to look at his brother, his brow furrowing as he tried to read between the lines. “You lover her.”

            Michael did not respond right away, but his silence was enough of an answer.

            “With everything in me,” he admitted, his voice low but stead. “But it’s not that simple. She’s got a past that I’m slowly learning. I don’t know what to believe, what’s been manipulated or twisted.”

            Lincoln considered that, nodding slowly. “Yeah, but you’re bringing her with us. You don’t let just anyone in. Not in your life, not into your plans. That’s how I know this isn’t just some fling. It’s more.”

            Michael glanced at him, he expression unreadable, but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that told Lincoln everything he needed to know.

            After a beat, Lincoln leaned back in the seat, getting a little more comfortable. His tone was more serious now. “What about the rumours? What Bellick said. The ones about her killing those men? Are they true?”

            Michael’s jaw clenched, and Lincoln cold tell he didn’t want to talk about it. But Lincoln was his brother, and if they were all in this together, he needed to know the truth.

            “She did do it,” Michael said after a long pause, his voice heavy. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. The way the file, witnesses, rumours and the mob talk about, she’s a cold hearted killer who mocked these men, humiliated them. However, she told me she had no choice. It was life or death. Survival. Did she have joy doing it? I don’t know.”

            Lincoln raised a eyebrow, waiting for more.

            “Her husband set the whole thing up,” Michael continued, looking to see if she was still asleep. “A mobster that groomed her from a young age. He’s a lot older. However, she told me she witnesses things, heard things, found out about things she wasn’t suppose to know, so he pinned it on her. But she did do it. I’m trying to fill in the blanks.”

            Lincoln whistled low under his breath, shaking his head. “Damn. That’s some heavy stuff.”

            Michael didn’t respond, but the weight of the confession hung between them. Lincoln looked over at him, seeing the tension in his brother’s face, the conflict that came with loving someone so deeply but knowing they were haunted by their past.

            “You trust her, though?” Lincoln asked, his voice softer now.

            Michael’s eyes flickered to her, watching Y/N for a long moment before answering. “With my life. I love her with everything in me.” Then he took a deep breath. “I didn’t expect her. I didn’t plan her and that still terrifies me as I am improvising her, the plan with her…our future. I’m terrified of her husband and what he may do to retaliate. He hurt her in prison, but he did divorce her.” Michael then whispered, “I have her engagement and wedding ring still to pawn. Some Cartier bracelets too.”

            Lincoln rose a brow. “Does she know?”

            “She asked me. I looked at her stuff in receiving. Designer. Everything. She is covered in dirty money.”

            “How much did she get paid to kill those men?” Lincoln asked.

            “I’m still trying to figure that out. She told me she has a lot of money stored away from Sebastian, her husband. I will ask when we’re ready,” Michael whispered.

            “Will the truth change your view on her?” Lincoln asked.   

            “I don’t know,” Michael said honesty. “I think the truth will hurt me though.”

            Silence came between them and Y/N fluttered her eyes. She heard the whole thing and her heart dropped. Michael trusted her but for how long till he learnt the truth of her…

-

“This morning, authorities in Illinois issued an update on the escaped convicts known until now as the Fox River Eight,” the radio rang through. Y/N was looking out of the window when she heard it.

            “Morning,” Michael said.

            She had just woken up and she glanced to him in the front. His hand came back, and she took it, squeezing it. “Morning,” she mumbled, wiping her eyes and running her hand through her very messy pony tail now. She fixed it.

            “Chicago mob boss, John Abruzzi, was gunned down outside of a Washington D.C. motel last night, after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other escapees are still at large and considered dangerous…” The radio was changed by one of the men in the front.

            “How did you sleep?” Michael asked.

            “Fine. Rough. In and out, but slept for a bit. Did you sleep?” she asked.

            “A little,” Michael responded honestly.

            “I didn’t think Abruzzi would be the first to eat it,” Lincoln spoke up, ending the couple’s conversation. He was still driving after several hours.

            “I have a feeling we’re in for lots of suprises,” Michael mumbled, looking out of the window.

            “They said eight are still out there…so much for faking our deaths,” Lincoln stated in disbelief.

            “I bought us some time, that’s what counts,” Michael countered. “How much further?”

            “70…80 miles,” Lincoln responded.

            “Good, we should be hitting the double K ranch by this afternoon,” Michael stated.

            “Or we can keep driving, pick up LJ and hit Panama,” Lincoln interrupted, voice filled with concern and passion.

            “We can’t hit Panama! We can’t hit anything! We can’t do anything without the money. We need to find Charles’ stash,” Michael raised his voice, voice serious.

            “I know some other guys who are thinking the same thing,” Lincoln exclaimed.

            When Charles told Michael about the stash, T-Bag, Tweener and C-Note were in the same room which means they could be going there as well. Y/N sighed, focusing out of the window.

            “Y/N?” Michael hummed. She hummed back. “We’re almost there.” Y/N nodded, not saying a word back.

-

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Entangled Strings of Fate

Chapter 2. Seventh heaven (how temporary it is)

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Caltech, Pasadena - Cleo considers herself a woman of logic. With an IQ of 158 and an eidetic memory, how could she not. But meeting Spencer, the boy genius to hers, had her believing in intangible theories like the invisible string and the fates. Now, if only he would notice the depth of her feelings. Set in Caltech, pre-season 1 and will progress from there.

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"There is no peace like the peace of an inner courtyard on a sunny day" - Yann Martel

At the edges of the grass filled courtyard, near the fountain, was a couple basking in the warm spring sun. The woman had her halo of locks spread on the man’s thighs. His free hand, the other busy flipping pages, was absentmindedly combing through her chestnut mane. The motion was familiar and well mapped out. Her book propped up creating a shade to cover her face as her mind whirled to thoughts off tangent to the words in front of her.

Cleo was thinking about routines and patterns. Specifically, human nature’s need for predictability. How early scholars recognized the need to identify sequences even in nature itself. The Fibonacci Sequence was a great example which then gave birth to The Golden Ratio, 1.618. A calculation that when drawn into 4 cornered shapes create a spiral. The same spiral that can be seen all around nature. She thought of the quote by an American historian, ‘chaos was the law of nature; order was the dream of man’ and how deeply flawed it was with all things considered. She closed her book and stared up at him. They were another set of example for the need for predictability. A constant companion for the other. When one moves, the other would too. Like a pair of magnets, Raina once stated when she observed their relationship. Two summers had passed since their fateful library encounter and Cleo found herself weaving Spencer into her daily routine. Breakfast or lunch in each other’s company, should the class schedule permit it. Study sessions in their own table at the library. Takeout dinners in the solace of his own dorm room. Friday nights spent watching reruns of Doctor Who or some obscure French film. Saturdays quietly reading their own choice of literature in each other’s orbit. And Sundays spent discussing their latest reading on and off tangents. 

The longer she looked at him, the more alluring he got and she was trying to understand why. His features combined scientifically did not fit the 1.618 ratio but there was something perfect about all the imperfections. He had those high cheek bones. A distinct sharp jawline further emphasized by his long neck. Lips that looked rather soft and pillowy causing a slight shiver down her spine. Faint purple bruising underneath his inquisitive hazel eyes that make him look exhausted, no doubt from the lack of sleep. 

The same hazel eyes staring right back as a smile graced his face under her intense gaze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, always curious about the inner workings of her brain.

“Patterns,” she stated matter of factly. “The Fibonacci Sequence and how our cognitives are programmed to find patterns in everything.” 

“How did you get to this line of thought while reading—” he looked down at the closed book. “—Northanger Abbey?” 

She shrugged, not sure herself. The mind, after all, is like the unexplored deep sea. No paths to connect one area to another and filled with mysteries unknown. 

His thumb now busy caressing her sun kissed cheeks. At first it seemed aimless to her, meandering on her skin but she concentrated, he was drawing spirals. Just like The Golden Ratio. “What do you think about perfection?” She asked, wanting to hear his baritone voice ramble. 

“Well, it originated from the Latin word perificere—to complete—and then was transformed to Old French perfectio which then became perfect or perfection in Middle English,” he explained, still caressing her cheek. “In mathematics, perfection in the form of finite formulas and circles exist but in reality and in nature, it doesn’t exist.”

“I think perfection is subjective. We all have our own standards on what it is and what it would look like,” she added. This memory for her, as an example, is perfection. 

She took his hand and intertwined hers with it, marveling at the size difference. His hands were slightly calloused, possibly from scribbling down his never ending thoughts on paper. There was a time when he would stiffen under her casual touches, a certified germaphobe. They were similar in that aspect but she knew just how touch starved he was and he saw how readily she was to fill in the void so he gave his consent and never looked back since. 

“Hey Spence,” she started, trying to get his attention back from his readings. “What’s your plan after getting all your Ph.Ds? I realized you’ll be submitting your dissertations soon and we never really talked about what comes after. Will you still be pursuing being a profiler?”

He looked down, closing his book to give all his attention to her. “Actually yes, I’ll be applying for the Academy soon. There is a minimum two year probation period in the FBI before I can be eligible to join the BAU but that has always been the plan. As you know collecting more educational degrees is just a way to get back at my father.”

“I think you’ll be just fine in joining the FBI. You did profile me, after all, during our first meeting,” she laughed at the memory. That time seemed eons ago.

He joined in the laughter. “And what about you, Cleo? Still sure about becoming a prosecutor despite your father’s insistence in joining his company as a corporate lawyer?”

The idea of joining her father’s legacy in exchange of darkening her already stained soul was a choice she wanted to avoid. With a family that came from generations of wealth, her dream of working for the state was seen as a disappointment. Her mother always said that out of all her children, she was the disappointed. Doesn’t matter if she was smarter than Thalia and Marcus, her elder brother. She was still the disappointment. All because she wouldn’t become a puppet and say yes to all the things they tell her to do. “Yes, I’d like to think of it as my own little way of getting back at my family.”

“A rebel, huh?” He teased back.

She giggled. “Guess we’re both aiming to work for the government, Spencer.” 

Untangling his hand from hers, he resumed his familiar caress on her locks. “I guess so.” 

———

“Hey Cleo, your boyfriend is looking for you,” Raina teased as she entered their shared dorm room. 

She gave Raina a exasperated look and shot up from her tucked in bed, rapidly combing through her locks in hopes of looking more presentable than what she felt. Her state of relationship had been a running joke with Raina and her boyfriend, Adam ever since she had delivered those two croissants to go two and a half summers ago. Their confounding proximity without the label of a romantic relationship was enigmatic especially for the modern society that felt the need to label all kinds of relationships—pure friendship, friends with benefits, romantic relationship, open relationship to name a few. And yet, none of those deep enough to explain the sense of connection they had with each other. She wasn’t in love—she was after just 16 years old, it was more of intrigue mixed with curiosity and everything else in between. It was the type of chemical mixture that seemed far more euphoric than sexual or romantic attraction. 

“Hey Spencer,” Cleo greeted as she was closing her door. “Raina mentioned you were here. How’d your dissertation defense go?”

He shrugged mutely, knuckles white from gripping a pair of white envelopes in his hand. He wetted his chapped lips and swallowed nervously. “It’s—It’s my letter from the Academy. I haven’t opened it yet, felt wrong to open it without you by my side.”

She remembered how just three weeks ago he had submitted his requirements with the use of her school laptop. How his hands were visibly shaking with worry about the physical fitness self-evaluation and how she squeezed both in hers to calm his nerves. Pulling him to the alcove area of the dormitory for a semblance of small privacy, she drew calming patterns on his hands again.

“Would you like me to open it for you, Spencer?”

He shook his head. “I just need you here, please.”

Taking a deep breath, he then proceeded to methodically and carefully open the bigger white envelope of the two. He closed his eyes, possibly readying himself for the worse before beginning to read. “I got in,” he whispered unbelievably. “Cleo, I got in!” 

She choked back a sob and went in for a tight hug, extremely proud of him. There was no doubt in her mind that he would get in. None at all. Spencer would be a great asset in any field he’d wish to pursue. “I’m so proud of you, Spence. I knew you’d get in!”

With his face buried on her neck, she felt the telltale signs of tears escaping from his eyes. His windows to the soul leaking relief and happiness from the occasion. She let him go and wiped it away from his reddening cheeks. 

The other white envelope bringing a question to her lips. “Spence, if that is your acceptance letter. What this one?”

He bit his lip, also not knowing what the other envelope may contain. Slowly, he opened the letter and his eyes widened in disbelief. “It’s a letter from Jason Gideon, the Jason Gideon from the Behavioral Analysis Unit—”

The name rang a bell. He was a guest speaker during a criminology lecture that she and Spencer attended together from months before. Spencer asked the most questions during that lecture and was even approached by Gideon afterwards.

“—he’s scouting me to join the BAU after my graduation in the Academy,” his eyes going wide as he himself couldn’t believe what he was utter out to the universe. 

Cupping both his cheeks in her hands, she gave his forehead a quick kiss unable to contain her joy for her other half. That was what he was, she realized then, her other half. The half that completes her own set of imperfections to make a subjective perfection.

“You should give your mother a call, I’m sure she’ll be so proud of you.”

He smiled bashfully. “I’ll mention it in my next letter.” It was a flimsy excuse, she knew, but didn’t point out. 

“We should celebrate,” she suggested as she tucked her arm with his and pulled him along the stairs. “Let’s go to Cecile’s for some sweet treats!”

He laughed. A beautiful sound that echoed through the desolate hallways, all the same echoing in her chest making her feel warm. She would have done anything just keep him smiling and free. The idea that she had this effect on him made her feel intoxicated in her veins.

“When did it say your time at the Academy will start?” She asked with an assortment of sweets at the center of their usual spot in the shop.

“Within three weeks.” He sadly mumbled out, realizing the implications that it meant.

“Oh,” she sucked in a breath. “So soon.” 

Their days of mundane and comfort has come to an end. The sun was setting down and the curtains were coming down. Marking the end.

“It’s not a goodbye,” she tried to say optimistically. “It’s more of a see you later, Spencer.”

Saying it out to the universe almost felt like a taunt. Like she was egging the fates to try and prove her wrong. But she knew, she’d rather lose the light in her eyes rather than dim the lights reflecting back at her from his own windows of soul. 

[talonabraxas]

The Yogic Yang Spiral Meditation

The aim of the yang spiral meditation is to bring into awareness of the participants the presence of Cosmic Consciousness and to be part of the worldwide efforts of raising the consciousness of the planet and of entering into a superior stage of evolution of humankind.

The Yin-Yang Concept

Everything that exists in the Universe is polarized, i.e., formed of yang-solar (+) and yin-lunar (-).

The presence of these complementarily opposed counterparts creates a tension. From this tension, Life is born. For maintaining the tension (therefore, life), one of the poles must predominate. This predominance leads to movement, change, transformation.

The two poles of the manifestation are contained in a tremendously big circle that keeps them together (in the above drawing, the exterior circle should be extremely big, but considerations of space makes this unpractical in this material). This symbolizes the existence of a Transcendental Principle that controls and dominates from a higher level. Only in this way Creation is possible. If the Transcendent Principle wouldn’t compel the two poles to stay together, they would return into Unity, Invisibility, Non-manifestation.

Each polarity contains, in seed, its opposite, which means that everything is relative. Everything, in some deep, mysterious way, is his opposite. Every moment of life includes, somehow, qualities diametrically opposed to those apparently implied. It is well known the truth of the original androgyny (having male and female characteristics in one) of the human being. By virtue of this, the balance between male (+) and female (-) hormones, condition sine-qua-non of life, is possible in all humans irrespective of sex.

Man is predominantly Solar; his seed (the semen) is Lunar (-). Woman is predominantly Lunar (-); her seed (the ova) is Solar (+). Thus, tai-ki is a perfect symbolic synthesis of Universe and Man, defining in a masterly manner the essence of Yoga Science. The representation of the two poles, the Solar (+) and the Lunar (-), as being equal is an idealistic point of view. A perfect balance leads to absence of tension, hence non-manifestation. In the manifested worlds, there always is and must be a predominant pole. The state of power appears when the two poles are very close to a perfect balance. A strong lack of balance between them results in weakness, suffering, illness, lack of self-control and lack of power.

Another important aspect is that yang is centripetal (it proceeds toward a center or axis) and moves in energy vortexes that turn counterclockwise, while yin is centrifugal (it proceeds away from a center or axis) and moves in energy vortexes that turn clockwise. Yang is the principle of order, structure, decrease of entropy. Yin is the principle of chaos, lack of structure, increase of entropy.

The spiral is charged with multiple symbolic meanings. Many of these meanings include the dynamic interaction between yin and yang.

The yang-spiral expresses the luminous, solar, dynamic and optimistic energy. When moving along the arm of this spiral in a counterclockwise sense, it is just natural to reach the center, which represents the Source of Creation from which everything that exists started and to which it will return.

The yang-spiral thus represents the circular centripetal movement of returning to the Center. The yang-spiral is related to the movement of spiritual evolution leading to liberation from the cycle of reincarnations, while the yin-spiral is related to the movement of involution and chaining to the reincarnation wheel, since it gets further away from the Center.

The spiral is often seen in nature: the snail shell is a well known example. The symbolism of the spiral is scientifically funded by the mathematical theory of the logarithmic spiral and of the Golden Number, or Fibonacci series. This Golden Number was discovered by the Italian mathematician Leonardo Fibonacci (c. 1170 – c. 1240), also called Leonardo of Pisa.

Fibonacci numbers have many interesting properties and are widely used in mathematics. Natural patterns, such as the spiral growth of leaves on some trees, often exhibit the Fibonacci series. A corollary of this is the well-known fractal structures and the discovery of fractal geometry. --Gregorian Bivolaru

'Celestial Lovers' Tao Teh King Talon Abraxas

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MATHEMATICAL FORMULAS IN NATURE...ABSOLUTE PROOF OF CREATION

Plants and many other things in nature are keyed to various involved mathematical formulas, one of which is the Fibonacci series. Leonardo of Pisa, nicknamed Fibonacci (c. 1170-1230 A. D.) discovered this particular formula. It begins with: 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,... and runs onward, with each number the sum of the previous two numbers (8 + 13 = 21, 13 + 21 = 34, etc.). This series is to be found in the reproduction of male bees, the number of spiral floret formations visible in many sunflowers, spiraled scales on pine cones and pineapples, the arrangement of leaves on twigs, as well as many other structures. If you were to look downward from above on a tree trunk, you would find that the branches emerge in accordance with the Fibonacci pattern. One will issue from the trunk at a certain point, the next one above it will emerge on a different side of the tree at a point in relation to the series. Gaze into a sunflower head and you will clearly see the Fibonacci series in the manner in which the seeds are arranged; there you see lines spiraling outward. Look sideways at a closed pine cone and you will see the series spiraling around the cone...

THIS MATHEMATICAL FORMULA EXISTS ONLY WITH A CREATOR'S INTELLIGENCE.

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Grid Layout and Dynamic Symmetry

Grid Layouts

Quadrants

a simple quadrant layout can help you to centre the point of interest and then you can add other elements that create a more asymmetrical layout. Another way to use the quadrants would be to place one or more elements within one or all four quadrants.

Rule of Thirds

The rule of thirds divides the frame into nine equal areas—3 x 3. Then, you place important elements in your photo along one or more of the lines where they intersect.

Golden Triangle

The golden triangle is just one of the guides that relies on the Golden Ratio—a naturally occurring ratio of 1:1.618 that is perfectly balanced and aesthetically pleasing.

Circular or Oval Layout This layout takes the viewer’s eye around the picture, and it often uses elements that are – you guessed it – circular. But, since the poster is often rectangular, the circle is often an oval

The “Z” Layout The “Z” layout is a popular design layout borrowed from advertising. In most print advertisements, the elements that must be included in the ad are the headline and the company name and the logo. These elements are often placed at the top and bottom of an ad, where the logo provides a stopping point for the eye and leads it back into the page

Phi Grid

The phi grid divides the golden ratio frame into 1 : 1.618 : 1 portions horizontally and vertically. You’ll place your main subjects along the intersecting lines. 

While the rule of thirds can seem too obvious and sometimes create imbalance, the phi grid looks more natural, balanced, and visually pleasing.

Fibonacci spiral

The Fibonacci spiral is based on a complicated series of squares, which help position elements. The spiral then gives you an idea of how the scene in the image should flow—through curved leading lines to a focal point. 

Also known as the golden spiral, this tool is perfect when you’re dealing with curved lines or compositional movement.

Horizon Line

Perspective Layout, or Vanishing Point Layout This type of layout uses perspective to create a focal point for a specific element. You can place that important element in one of three places: 1) in front of or at the vanishing point; 2) use the elements to create the perspective; 3) opposite the vanishing point. This layout can help you to also define the importance of various elements within your poster

Dynamic Symmetry

dynamic symmetry—a proportioning principle which can we used to achieve eye-pleasing compositions by aligning elements to a special kind of grid. Examples of this found in literature were always on some old piece of art.

The Lobster (2015)

When overlaying its root 2 rectangle with the dynamic symmetry armature, we discover some clear overlaps:

Upper eye (orange circle in the armature)—a strong focus point—falls exactly on Colin Farrell’s face, while the bottom eye marks the position of the Cannes festival laurel.

Colin’s hands, floating in empty space, are neatly placed inside the rhombus shape.

All text elements (title, billing block, logos) are enclosed inside the space defined by the main two diagonals.

Tesla (2018)

This poster grabs our attention with its unconventional moustached face, but the armature reveals some tight compositional forces as well.

The center of this 1.5 rectangle falls on the mouth, just below the moustaches, while the rectangular eyes are locked inside the intersections of diagonals.

Another big point of focus lands right on Tesla’s “S”. The title itself is contained within verticals C and D, and the rectangle’s two main diagonals help define the title’s ornamental frame.

Horizontal line A divides the title from actor’s credit.

The billing block starts exactly below horizontal line B.

A quote placed on top is elegantly tucked between two diagonals.

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959)

This exquisite illustration radiates with emotion, but part of its appeal comes from its tight compositional structure.

The woman figure is defined by diagonals A and B which follow the weighty lines of her arm and back. Additionally, diagonal C is the axis of her face.

Diagonal B passes over the man’s face, following the direction of his gaze.

Horizontal line D and E are marking the positions of the title and director’s credit elements.

The rough building drawing is placed on the right side of vertical F.

Sources

Udovicic, N. (2022) Finding the invisible in movie posters - part 2, Geminianum design - film poster design by Neven Udovicic. Available at: https://www.geminianum.com/blog/invisible-in-movie-posters-part2 (Accessed: 28 March 2025).

Korinek, R. (2023) Don’t use the rule of thirds: 6 composition grids to use instead, Two Loves Studio. Available at: https://twolovesstudio.com/blog/6-composition-grids-to-use/ (Accessed: 28 March 2025).

[myprogrammingsolver]

WEEK 3: Process Creation and Termination

  OBJECTIVE: Understanding Parent-Child Process relationship and the working of fork(), exec() and wait() system calls PROGRAMS FOR EXECUTION AND SUBMISSION: 1. The Fibonacci sequence is the series of numbers 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, … Write a C program using the fork() system call that generates the Fibonacci sequence in the child process. The number of the sequence should be provided in the command…

[kumarom]

C++ vs Java

There are many differences and similarities between the C++ programming language and Java. A list of top differences between C++ and Java are given below:

[mr-abhishek-kumar]

How to make Fibonacci series in python

There are two ways to make a Fibonacci sequence in Python:

Using a recursive function: A recursive function is a function that calls itself. This can be used to generate the Fibonacci sequence by defining a function that takes the current Fibonacci number as input and returns the next Fibonacci number in the sequence.

Python

def fibonacci(n):   if n == 0 or n == 1:     return n   else:     return fibonacci(n - 1) + fibonacci(n - 2) # Example usage: print(fibonacci(0))  # 0 print(fibonacci(1))  # 1 print(fibonacci(2))  # 1 print(fibonacci(3))  # 2 print(fibonacci(4))  # 3

Using an iterative loop: An iterative loop is a loop that repeats itself until a certain condition is met. This can be used to generate the Fibonacci sequence by defining a loop that starts with the first two Fibonacci numbers and then calculates each subsequent Fibonacci number by adding the previous two Fibonacci numbers.

Python

def fibonacci_iterative(n):   if n == 0 or n == 1:     return n   else:     a = 0     b = 1     for i in range(2, n + 1):       c = a + b       a = b       b = c     return c # Example usage: print(fibonacci_iterative(0))  # 0 print(fibonacci_iterative(1))  # 1 print(fibonacci_iterative(2))  # 1 print(fibonacci_iterative(3))  # 2 print(fibonacci_iterative(4))  # 3

Which method you use to generate the Fibonacci sequence is up to you. The recursive function is more concise, but the iterative loop is more efficient for large values of n.

I hope this helps!

[ravikugupta]

Fibonacci Series In C#

Fibonacci Series In C#

Fibonacci Series In C# int n1=0,n2=1,n3,i,number;Console.Write(“Enter the number of elements: “);number = int.Parse(Console.ReadLine());Console.Write(n1+” “+n2+” “); //printing 0 and 1for(i=2;i<number;++i) //loop starts from 2 because 0 and 1 are already printed{n3=n1+n2;Console.Write(n3+” “);n1=n2;n2=n3;} Happy Programming!!! -Ravi Kumar Gupta.

[geekycodes]

C Program for Fibonacci numbers

C Program for Fibonacci numbers

The Fibonacci numbers are the numbers in the following integer sequence.0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, …….. In mathematical terms, the sequence Fn of Fibonacci numbers is defined by the recurrence relation  Fn = Fn-1 + Fn-2 with seed values  F0 = 0 and F1 = 1. Given a number n, print n-th Number.  Examples:  Input : n = 2 Output : 1 Input : n = 9 Output : 34 Following are…

[eucanthos]

Aevin Dugas   (US, 1975)

_

Guinness World Record Holder of the Largest Afro and Female Afro since 2010, is the creator and founder of Chemhairstry Hair Care.

Latest measurments: H 25 cm, W 26 cm, circumference 1,64 m

The ratio of the circumference [C] to diameter [d] of any circle is π (C/d=3.14159...)

Pi can be derived using the Monte Carlo Pi Method, the Pythagorean Theorem, and the Gregory-Leibniz Series. The Fibonacci Sequence can be determined by creating a formula and using Pascal's Triangle. Pi is related to phi in the golden circle, a circle with radius phi, and through trigonometry. Pi is related to the Fibonacci Series through Euler's formula. The Fibonacci Series relates to phi through a function involving term number and f(n)...

https://www.chemhairstry.com/our-story

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circumference

https://csef.usc.edu/History/2007/Projects/S1312.pdf

[pisoprano]

Proposed Rhythm Analogues for Rosharan Singers

Below is my proposed list for what real-world songs would fit with the Rhythms that the Singers use in the Stormlight Archive series.  This is neither a comprehensive nor a definitive list--I just wanted to see what songs I could get to fit with the Rhythms we know about (note: I’m mostly relying on the wiki here, I have not taken the time to cross-reference every use of a Rhythm in the books).  I tried to find songs that rhythmically expressed the Rhythm (instead of just lyrically, melodically, or relating to the original context), but it’s hard to fully separate those factors from one another and so I may need to do some rethinking later when I’ve had some time away from this list.

If anyone has any additions, substitutions, or criticisms, feel free to share!

Normal Rhythms

Rhythm of Amusement

The King’s Wit by The Black Piper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXFtceRS32U

Temmie Villiage by Toby Fox

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KUcmuSNmVE

Rhythm of Annoyance

Mücken, Wespen, Fliegenchor by Otto Nicolai

https://youtu.be/bhpOSltaLCY?t=50

Rhythm of Anticipation

Sea Chanteys: No. 5, Fish, Fish, Fish, Fish by Sydney Hodkinson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYYfMkLna48

Pele by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Q6uak62ls

Rhythm of Anxiety

Investigating the Mansion by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUM2I_hHqzE

Rhythm of Appreciation

Waving to You by Rebecca Sugar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA81tt1ifaA

Godot - The Fragrance of Black Coffee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DTjNriHboA

Rhythm of Awe

The Knights Radiant by The Black Piper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXPQXuO1-50

Viri Galilaei by Patrick Gowers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbGvSYDJdPI

Rhythm of Betrayal

The Confrontation by Jack Wall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufagr771O6g

Rhythm of Confidence

Resolve by North by Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCpf76E7dwI

Rude Buster by Toby Fox

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPL5Hkl11IQ

Rhythm of Confusion

Mysterious Paths by Marco Belloni

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmi3uwuZOHk

Rhythm of Consideration

Mechanical Mystgate by Robyn Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s838pqk7F8

Rhythm of Consolation

He Sees Hope by Jack Wall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCDV7XTjxGs

Rhythm of Curiosity

Twilight at Rhodes by Mannheim Steamroller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8radau-ABgo

Haruka no Uchi by Hikaru Nanase

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS-3Qnzray4

Rhythm of Determination

Spear of Justice by Toby Fox

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApWpYmO7G28

Darkness of the Unknown by Project Destati

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa0yMbqtyRQ

Rhythm of Disappointment

Yuruyaka na Kanashimi by Hikaru Nanase

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_xOw5Iitos

Rhythm of Excitement

Birdland by Weather Report

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG-rFE2NkhI

Rhythm of Irritation

A Heartbeat Away by Jack Wall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_T2TbzCH74

Rhythm of Joy

Zoombiniville by Jonelle Adkisson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZe63MP0uBA

Rhythm of Longing

Bach (Again) Come Sweet Death by Rhonda Sandberg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK1UO4AggUQ

Rhythm of the Lost

Marche Funèbre by Frédéric Chopin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg3DsKtZVHM

Stepping over Bones by Robyn Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTRoVkRsovo

Song of Mornings

Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Pärt

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6Mzvh3XCc

Morgenstemning i ørkenen by Edvard Grieg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rh8gMvzPw0

Rhythm of Mourning

Rhythm of Mourning by The Black Piper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsJLPt-skGY

In the Midst of Life is Death by Benjamin Britten

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZRPZJi2MRE

Rhythm of Peace

Deep Field by Eric Whitacre

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDiD8F9ItX0

Rhythm of Pleading

Moeity Theme by Robyn Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_fT1EOn6PA

Rhythm of Praise

Egoli by Stanley Glasser

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV7y52hk7rw

Rhythm of Reconciliation

Sis Puella Magica! by Yuki Kajiura

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btmSuNcxiIU

Rhythm of Remembrance

Undertale by Toby Fox

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBhFHJMVfiI

Rhythm of Reprimand

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi - The Last Rites Prosecutor by Noriyuki Iwadare

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNpRPEY1D4E

Rhythm of Resolve

Exploration by North by Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYNyQjocb9k

Rhythm of Skepticism

So What by Miles Davis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZe63MP0uBA

Rhythm of Supplication

Nepenthe by Mannheim Steamroller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNBRlSEO500

Rhythm of Surprise

Symphony No. 94, 2nd movement by Joseph Haydn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLjwkamp3lI

Rhythm of Tension

W.M.D. by Robyn Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Vp_4NQ4ms

Rhythm of the Terrors

Creature by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ivSJQwEKcA

Rhythm of Victory

Return by Mannheim Steamroller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hbZEfn66qA

Rhythm of Winds

Cloudburst by Eric Whitacre

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldLhKNYi1BI

“New” Rhythms

Rhythm of Abashment

The Mind Electric by Miracle Musical

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vfZjdK8Ktw

Rhythm of Agony

Ryuukihei-tachi no Tatakai by Hikaru Nanase

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzTQn7m_Jcc

Rhythm of Command

Shangri-La by Hikaru Nanase

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLYXYjruLFw

Rhythm of Conceit

Giant Steps by John Coltrane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwIC6B_dvW4

Rhythm of Craving

Double, Double, Toil, and Trouble by Jaakko Mäntyjärvi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb2CztjV9VU

Men in Yellow by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5nNU5VkAII

Rhythm of Derision

Dark Pacal by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKnuJc0SJH4

Rhythm of Destruction

Danger by Kevin Manthei

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUK_F7gL67E

Rhythm of Indifference

I Should Care by Thelonius Monk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEgaGzsZK_Y

Rhythm of Fury

Crisis by North by Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eaxlmLsFJY

Rhythm of Ridicule

Gingerbread Boy by Miles Davis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVndRGAF8Gg

Rhythm of Satisfaction

Ko Ko by Charlie Parker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Am4_Dh_-G8g

Rhythm of Spite

Magia by Kalafina

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwquipMpsiQ

Rhythm of Subservience

The Wishing Tree by Joby Talbot

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9_qDBnOuas

Rhythm of Withdrawal

4′33″ by John Cage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh-o3udImy8

Other

Rhythm of War

Fibonacci Konnakol by B C Manjunath

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOMLRMfIYf0

Piano Phase by Steve Reich

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sU-_Sw1Fwo

Songs I don’t know what to do with right now:

Oh Hang at Open Doors the Net, the Cork by Benjamin Britten

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj-1jq8yG98

Daemon Irepit Callidus by György Orbán

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6NMIPEja2E

La Guerre by Clément Janequin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vnfJv27gqA

Das G’läut zu Speyer by Ludwig Senfl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWCl50E6x0U

Music for 18 Musicians by Steve Reich

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILpCKQlDmhc

Camp by North by Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cOP1rlHtwA

CADAVER/REVADAC by Unlucky Morpheus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxN3L2jrrEI

El Vito by Anonymous & Miguel Estenban

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwIs15GoYKw

Caroline Farley Reprise by Robyn Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MN2HbPPcSUg

Flight to the Ford by A. R. Rahman, Christopher Nightingale & Värttinä

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0CqKmXlQFg

[thecuber134]

Fibonacci series in java

*NOTE:- i write all my programs on BlueJ IDE*

/*program to display fibonacci series

this series contains numbers which are the sum of its last two digits displayed

example :-

0

1

1 (1+0)

2 (1+1)

3 (2+1)

5 (2+3)

8 (5+3)

and so on...

*/

import java.util.Scanner; //importing Scanner class from java package

public class fibonacci //introducing fibonacci class

{

public static void main()

{

Scanner sc=new Scanner(System.in);

System.out.print("Input number = ");

int n=sc.nextInt();

int a=0,b=1;

System.out.println(a+"\n"+b);

for(int i=1;i<=n;i++)

{

int c=a+b;

System.out.println(c);

a=b; //a gets the value of the last sum displayed (to swap the values)

b=c; // again to swap the values

}

}

}

[tomasorban]

Merkaba - Star Tetrahedron

The Star Tetrahedron is a sacred geometric shape, also found within Metatron’s cube. It is made up of two Tetrahedrons (three-dimensional equilateral triangles) one inverted through the other. This powerful shape is also referred to as the Merkaba, an ancient symbol. It is principally a three dimensional Star of David. It is an electro-magnetic field that is geometric in nature.

The Mer-Ka-Ba field is extremely complex, involving the five Platonic solids and other sacred polyhedrons. The word Merkaba, derived from ancient Egyptian text, is translated as Mer: light, Ka: spirit, and Ba: body. In Hebrew it means “Heavenly Throne Chariot.” This electro-magnetic field is also referred to as the Vehicle for Ascension.

The Star Tetrahedron/Merkaba is an extremely powerful symbol and tool in assisting one in the ascension process. The combination of two Tetrahedrons - one pointing up to the Sun and heavens, connecting with Divine Life Force Energy from the Universe to the earth plain, and one pointing downwards, drawing Divine Energy from the earth. Both these Universal Energies connect at the Heart Chakra when meditating upon and activating the Merkaba.

The Tetrahedron pointing upwards to the sun and the heavens is male and rotates clockwise, while the Tetrahedron pointing to the center of the Earth is female and rotates counterclockwise.

By meditating on the Merkaba one is able to merge with Source, God, the Divine, All There Is and this is a beautiful reminder to remember that we are, true, loving, and Divine in nature. The awareness and remembering of the Mer-Ka-Ba is unfolding all over the world. This unfoldment is all part of the evolving shift in our DNA.

The Golden Ratio

The Golden Ratio symbolized by the Greek letter φ “Phi”, is a mathematical proportion that occurs every where in nature. Phi is a special sacred number approximately equal to 1.61803... The decimals go on ad infinitum without any discernible pattern to the digits.

We find the golden ratio when we divide a line into two segments so that the longer segment divided by the shorter segment is also equal to the whole length divided by the longer segment as shown in the diagram to the left. This ratio is expressed as, approximately 1.61803.....

A great geometric example of phi is the pentagram resulting from connecting the points of a pentagon, which consists of five lines. Each of the intersecting lines are divided into the Golden Ratio, as in the example to the left: a/b = a+b/a = 1.61803 = φ “Phi”

Similarly, within the pentagram the Golden Ratio is evident throughout its entire structure, as also shown in the diagram to the left: A/B = 1.61803 . . . B/C = 1.61803 . . . C/D = 1.61803 . . .

The Golden Ratio is also sometimes called the golden section, golden mean, golden number, Divine proportion, Divine section, and golden proportion.

Dating back thousands of years, the Golden Ratio has been revered as the proportion of harmony, perfection and Divinity.  

The Golden Ratio & Vesica Pisces

The Vesica Pisces provides a simple way of arriving at the basic patterns and measures of sacred geometry, especially the fundamental ratio of the Golden Section….. These are the ratios, proportions and harmonies found in Nature, in the form of plants, animals, crystals and the human body. They are also present in music and mathematics, and so form the underlying structures of creation.

The Vesica Pisces is a shape that is the intersection of two circles with the same radius, intersecting in such a way that the center of each circle lies on the perimeter of the other. In adding a third circle as in the sequence of drawing the Flower of Life, a third Vesica Pisces emerges. These three circles and corresponding three Vesica Pisces are frequently referred to as the Trinity.

Within this simple structure of the Vesica Pisces, one can extract the Square, Equilateral Triangle, Hexagon, Pentagon and Pentagram, amongst other polygons.

The shape formed where the two circles of the Vesica Pisces intersect is known as the mandorla (the almond shape in the centre) and it represents the womb where the Seed of Life is birthed into the duality and then eventually evolves into the trinity – it is the seed bed of all trigonometry.

Fibonacci Sequence & Golden Spiral

The Golden Ratio within the Fibonacci Sequence, is a sequence that was introduced by the French mathematician Leonardo of Pisa, also known as Leonardo Fibonacci. Leonardo Fibonacci began study of this sequence by posing the following problem in his book, Liber Abaci.

How many pairs of rabbits will be produced in a year, beginning with a single pair, if in every month each pair bears a new pair which becomes productive from the second month on?

The Fibonacci sequence is generated by adding the previous two numbers in the list together to form the next and so on and so on. (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, ...) Divide any number in the Fibonacci sequence by the one before it, for example 144/89, or 34/21, and the answer is always close to 1.618. This is known as the Golden Ratio.

This Golden Section Spiral is obtained when we make a set of rotating squares beginning at 1, that produces a logarithmic spiral. The spiral begins where the two faint lines intersect at 1, and the ratio of the lengths of these two lines equate to the Golden Ratio.

Another most significant example of this special ratio can be found in Deoxyribonucleic Acid, DNA - the Divine Blueprint of all living organisms. The spirals are found extensively in nature and resonate with the innate human spirit. The spiral pattern is found encoded in our DNA, in plants, animals, crystals, aspects of the earth, our Milky Way galaxy and the countless galaxies around us.

Even the Cochlea, the part of the inner ear that converts impulses into electrical signals, has a Nautilus shell spiral shape. A cross section of the Cochlea shows that it forms a Golden Spiral.

Music & Sacred Geometry

Music, Phi and the Fibonacci Sequence.

Musical frequencies are often based on Fibonacci ratios.

Notes in the scale of western music are often based on natural harmonics that are created by ratios of frequencies. Ratios found in the first seven numbers of the Fibonacci series ( 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 ) are related to key frequencies of musical notes.

Fibonacci and phi relationships are often found in the timing of musical compositions. As an example, the climax of songs is often found at roughly the phi point (61.8%) of the song, rather than the middle or end of the song. In a 32 bar song, this would occur in the 20th bar.

It was Pythagoras who first described the fifth interval which has come to be universally recognized for its harmony. The fifth is the interval found in most western and sacred music, and it has a profound balancing effect on the human energy field.

This basic harmonic musical relationship called the fifth, is simply the interval between the first and fifth notes of a major scale. For example, in the key of A the fifth note is E (A=1, B=2, C#=3, D=4, E=5, etc). This interval is so primary and profound in music it is called the “perfect fifth.” The perfect fifth identifies that there is a progression in music that naturally cycles through all 12 keys in a way that is harmonically pleasing to one’s senses, also referred to as the cycle of fifths.

Using the 12-around -1 matrix pattern as a guide, a do-decagon, one can observe two sets of the five Platonic Solids in this structure.

Shri (Sri) Yantra Sacred Geometry

A Shri “Sri” Yantra is a Sacred Geometric Mandala, the origin of which is said to be of ancient Vedic texts, dated as far back as 5,000 BC. It is a type of mandala with geometric patterns of nine interlocking triangles. The center triangle is an equilateral triangle and the center point within this triangle is referred to as the Bindu, representing unity of All There Is. The center Bindu is also said to be representative of the Flower of Life.

The nine triangles are of various sizes and intersect precisely with one another. In the center is the Bindu, inspiring the highest potential, the infinite center from which the Universe expands. The triangles are enclosed by two rows of (8 and 16) petals, representing the lotus of creation and Vital Life Force Energy. The four openings to the rectangles of the outer frame denote sanctity, with the four openings gaining access to the highest regions of the Universe.

The two layers of lotus petals outside the circle are pointing outwards, as if opening to awareness, ultimately enlightenment. It is said they illustrate unfolding of our understanding, awareness of the greater self in Oneness with God, Source, All There Is. The lotus also represents the heart connected with the Crown Chakra.

Shri ‘Sri’ means wealth and prosperity and ‘Yantra’ means instrument. The Shri Yantra is a symbolic representation of aspects of divinity, the creative forces of the Universe. It is an interlocking matrix of Sacred Geometric fractals, comprised of circles, triangles, lotus petals, and floral patterns that invoke atonement to the majestic elegance and harmony of the Universe, Source, God - The Kingdom of Heaven within.

[princesselmelloi]

█ SPIRALE CITY MEME;

(Repost, don’t reblog!)

Name: Reines El-Melloi Archisorte Title: The Princess of El-Melloi

Series: Fate

Age: 15

Rank: Giant (Working on the challenge for Hyper Giant!)

Abilities (unlocked):

Can silence small noises from herself (5 minutes, 5 times a day)

Can perfectly replay memories like a video recording (5 minutes, five times a day)

Can see where there’s magic (5 and 5 again)

🔥 (5, 5)

Weapons (unlocked):

Trimmau (stuck in human form)

Bought herself a spear to be trained by Lancer

Does Lancer himself count as a weapon?

Important Items:

Emergency Rations

Emergency Hat, Scarf, and Mittens

Threat Level:

Moderate. Reines surrounds herself with different forms of protection; a threat to her will bring down the wrath of Trimmau, Lancer, and her makeshift family. Without her bubble, it would be decreased to Mild; while she would still have her fire and spear, its not nearly enough to last in a true fight.

Friendship Level:

Low. Reines can be polite when needed, but befriending people isn’t nearly as high on her list of priorities as sitting back and watching them suffer. 

Main Places of Activity:

Her tea shop, the London Fog.

The Mistwood

Any interesting shopping centers, especially if they’re on the ritzier side.

Tourist traps

Places they never visit:

The red light district.

The lower levels of Fibonacci.

School.

Her Brother’s home (thanks, Anda)

Occupation: Proud owner of the London Fog

[threeletterslife]

—legend: a=angst | c=crack | f=fluff | ★=personal favorites | ❂=reader favorites |✑=behind the scenes

—the library™: if you don’t know which fic to read first, here’s a broken down, organized list (:

♛ KIM SEOKJIN

oneshots

→ Don’t Look Back | a | mafia!au [request] ★ ❂ synopsis: It's friends with benefits and no strings attached—all evidence of love drowns in the depth of the ocean waters.

→ On a Cold Summer Day | f/c | college!au synopsis: Maybe deciding to leave California to attend uni in New York was the dumbest decision you've ever made. It's fucking freezing here! 

→ Change of Plans | c/f | college!au & est. relationship!au synopsis: Roses are red, violets are blue, Tinder is not a match for you.

→ Appetence | a/f | ghost!au [glossary series] synopsis: “This is supposed to be my happy place.”

→ Across the Madness | f/a | e2l!au & dystopian!au [society series] synopsis: It’s you and him versus six strange societies. It doesn’t sound so bad until you factor in the fact that you hate his guts. And he hates you right back.

♫ MIN YOONGI

oneshots

→ For Everland | a | dystopian!au [society series] ★ synopsis: “Everland will be unimaginably peaceful... He’ll like it there.”

→ Propinquity (Law of Seesaw) | f/c/a | e2l!au [glossary series] ❂ synopsis: Your relationship with him consists of ceaseless ups and downs. Just like a seesaw.

→ A Kiss to Forever | a/f | grim reaper!au ★ ❂ synopsis: When you are six years old, you befriend Death himself.

→ Sticky Notes | a/f | est. relationship!au [request] ❂ synopsis: You and Yoongi aren’t very good with words. But there’s another form of communication that might just help tie your relationship back together.

→ Things We Owe to Each Other | a | hunger games!au & hurt/comfort!au ★ synopsis: Two Victors wield hurt and trauma after being the games. What will it take for both of you to taste some freedom?

series

→ Over the Moon | a/f | mafia!au [lover chaser series] synopsis: Love was never an option. Well, neither was joining the mafia.

→ Legends of Darlaria | a/f | war!au & magic!au ★ synopsis: Amongst pools of blood and unmoving bodies, you traverse foreign territory in search of your lost identity. 

❂ JUNG HOSEOK

oneshots

→ Lack of Apathy | a | breakup!au synopsis: There’s a thin line between love and hatred.

→ Brevity (But Most Often Not) | a | journalist!au [glossary series] synopsis: Maybe you'd have a proper boyfriend who treated you right for once.

→ The Talent Finder | f | singer!au synopsis: Everyone is born with a talent; not everyone finds it. But you’re here to direct people in the right direction! After all, you’re the Talent Finder.

→ True Love at First Sight | f | soulmate!au & dystopian!au [society series] synopsis: One day, you will find your true love the moment you lay your eyes on him. Then, your life will be set. But life seems to have different plans for you.

♔ KIM NAMJOON

oneshots

→ Of Significant Figures | f/c/a | est. relationship!au synopsis: What the fuck do the numbers over his head mean? ✑ OSF bts

→ Our Love Like Fibonacci | a/f | reincarnation!au & immortal!au synopsis: Namjoon likes to solve the Fibonacci Sequence. It’s never-ending. Just like his life.

→ It Runs Wild | a | therapist!au & dystopian!au [society series] synopsis: Born with a feared disorder, you’ve been forced, all your life, to be in therapy. But CID isn’t so easy to cure. 

→ Tomorrow’s Another Problem | a/f | mystery!au ❂ synopsis: Everyone you thought you loved, everyone you thought cared for you, backstabs you. You’re left alone in the dark with no one to trust.

→ Vernacular | f/a | historical!au [glossary series] synopsis: Every day is boring. Routinely. Grueling. But when Namjoon waltzes into your life, your patterned days of living are over.

♘ PARK JIMIN

oneshots

→ Too Young, Too Old | f/a | f2l!au synopsis: You were once too young to understand love. Now you’re too old to be mooning over it.

→ Nothing a Lil Green Can’t Fix | f/a | coming of age!au  synopsis: Imagine having a friend so crazy you have 911 on speed dial. Turns out that you are that friend.  ✑ NALGCF bts

→ Insurrection (It’s About Time) | a | high school!au synopsis: If you told Park Jimin he was going to fall in love with a young cult leader, he would've laughed. But who's laughing now??

→ Into the Spiritual Realm | a/f | spirited away!au ★ synopsis: There’s an enigmatic dragon shifter around the corner who may just have all the solutions to your crises.

→ Fleeting Forevers | f/a | neighbors!au & dystopian!au [society series] synopsis: Identities are lost in this place. Names don’t quite exist. The concept of relationships have vanished. But they say it’s better this way.

series

→ Love Yourself Trilogy | f/a/c | teacher!au & est. relationship!au & text!au

♖ KIM TAEHYUNG

oneshots

→ Whipped with a Cherry on Top | f/c | f2l!au ❂ synopsis: You’ve got to admit, sometimes Kim Taehyung is a stupid asscrack.

→ Prescient | a | coming of age!au [glossary series] synopsis: Why does thinking of your future make you cry?

→ The Exam | a | dystopian!au & utopian!au [society series] ❂ synopsis: Three societies. Two dead lovers. One test. Will you choose love and poverty or splendor and solitude?

→ Resonance | c/f | mermaid!au & bullet point fic synopsis: there’s a cute guy who’s totally into you that might just help you out. even better: he’s a merman.

→ The Time Traveler’s Playbook | a/f | time traveler!au synopsis: Taehyung must take eight steps to save you from your imminent demise.

♧ JEON JUNGKOOK

oneshots

→ Where the Colors Fade | a/f | s2l!au synopsis: The village nuisance and you, the rich man’s daughter, fall in unexpected love.

→ Cuss Out | c/f | high school!au synopsis: As a senior in a cockroach-infested school, you’d rather die than have a zero period.

→ All You See is Blue | a | prince jk!au [society series] ❂ synopsis: It's true. The skies are so beautiful here when you look up, a vast expanse of cerulean blue stares right back at you. You're in paradise. Right? ✑ AYSIB bts

→ Before the Looking Glass | a | snow white!au synopsis: On the other side of lovable, beautiful Snow White is you, the glamorous ‘evil’ queen. This is your villain origin story.

→ (Our Very Own) Camaraderie | f/a | high school!au & f2l!au [glossary series] synopsis: Everyone says high school boys are misogynistic pieces of shit. You’d like to respectfully agree.

series

→ Redefining Destiny | f/c/a | e2l!au & soulmate!au [lover chaser series] ❂ synopsis: If your love with Jeon Jungkook really was destiny, you’d fall head over heels in love again. But if only he weren’t such a hot, goading asshole. 

→ Ignis Fatuus pt.1 / pt.2 | c/a | apocalypse!au synopsis: Who knew six grown men plus stupid Jeon Jungkook were so whiny?

→ Legends of Darlaria | a/f | war!au & magic!au ★ synopsis: Amongst pools of blood and unmoving bodies, you traverse foreign territory in search of your lost identity. 

♤ OT7

oneshots

→ coming soon

series

→ Glossary Series | a/f/c 

→ Love Chaser Series | a/f/c

→ Society Series | a/f

texts

→ if you could eat a crayon what color would it be | c

→ can you proofread my essay? | c

→ how was the math test? | c

→ i write fanfiction about you | c

→ sAucy tExts | c

—works in progress: a shortlist of the works i will publish this year

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