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youll live

heyy besties anyone asked for an apocalypse byler treating each other’s wounds mini fic? no? here you go anyway heheheh

will learned two things; one, mike wheeler is an idiot who jumps at any chance of danger if it meant the people he loved kept safe. even if he didnt have a weapon, or a plan, he’d jump. of course that was standard to him and his friends, but this was a close call. and what made him even more shocked, was that it was for him. he couldnt believe that mike managed to get away with just a nasty gash under his left eye from a sudden demodog swarm they barely managed to escape. and now, with everyone gone with their own tasks and will insisting he had no need for protection or escort, he was the only one left to tend to mike’s wounds.

the second thing he learned was that mike is not a steady person. he could only imagine the moments back where life used to be normal; what was mike like when he got a needle shot? when he got his hair cut? will had an inkling because right now, the boy he’s trying to treat could not keep his damn head still.

as will tries his best to keep him in the same position, he kept his distance. he knows the last thing he needed right now was his face to be inches away from mike wheeler. he was doing a great job keeping him at arm’s length emotionally; he was not about to fail at his resolution now. unfortunately, mike’s constant movements proved that task to be difficult.

will draws himself close to mike as he gently dabs a cotton pad on mike’s wound. mike’s body jolts at the contact. ‘’stop squirming. you’re gonna make it worse.’’

‘’it’s not my fault youre so bad at nursing me.’’

‘’give me a break, alright? max only taught me the basics, and our parents are nowhere to be found.’’

‘’so i guess i’m stuck with you.’’

will bites his lip, stopping his task momentarily. ‘’would you rather have steve do the job?’’ the boy teases.

will felt mike tilt his head up. ‘’hey, i didn’t mean-!

no, i like that it’s you. steve might as well have just stabbed me in the eye with the way he handled dustin.’’

will laughs. ‘’don’t worry, mike. i get it.’’

‘’i wasnt serious! i prefer you since your hands are…gentle and-‘’

‘’i get it.’’ will repeats exasperated, and a little flushed. he’s a lot more conscious about the motions of his efforts now, and if mike said anything further, he might end up with a bigger infection.

will lets out a heavy sigh. he ponders over their awkward angle. ‘’this is hopeless, hold on.’’

will resorts to turn his body to mike’s as he coils his arm around the boy’s back. will’s hand was now wrapped around mike’s neck, attempting to pull him in so he could get a better view. will could feel his best friend’s breathing from how close they were, and he tried his best not to look up at mike’s face or he just might faint. will’s fingertips danced lightly on mike’s skin, and the boy swore that he heard mike inhale sharply. so much for attempting distance.

‘’..better.’’ will whispers.

as much as he tried to avoid what’s in front of him, mike’s stare felt intense. will’s eyes flicker up occasionally, and each time mike was looking at him with no hint of faltering. it almost scared him; but it really just made him feel flustered. at least he wasnt moving anymore, will thought. he continues to absentmindedly dab the cotton on mike’s wound under his eye, despite it being long treated by now to the point will’s feet started to give in. the two teenagers stood still like statues, with only will’s hand moving gently on mike’s cheek. the only thing blocking skin to skin contact between them was the small piece of cloth that joyce had given them.

will clears his throat as he puts down the cotton pad. ‘’that should be good enough.’’ he mused, sounding like a nurse after taking a child’s temperature.

mike breaks the silence between the two of them as he asks, ‘’do i still look pretty?’’

will gathers up the courage to finally look up at his best friend and he finds that mike’s steady gaze remains. will feels his heart skip a beat, and he swallows hard.

you always do, will thinks, hoping to keep it all inside as he always had for the last ten years he’s known mike. all he felt during the moment was wanting; to hold something he can’t. sometimes he hoped that mike knew. if he knew, then there would have been an explanation for this.. tension between them. in another life, will would have confronted him about it. in an ideal life, in a world where he was selfish, they would have been together and will would snatch the boy he loved.

but will would remain still as always. because nothing comes so easily. not in this shithole, not to this world, not to someone like him. he wasnt selfish. he was just stupid.

will breaks the stare first and clears his throat as he starts to clean up. mike licks his lips as he looks away next, his hands fumbling trying to help his friend pack away the paraphernalia. will glances back at mike, finally mustering a reply with a smile he cant contain. ‘’youll live.’’

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The Art of Negotiation

A/N: Part 3 of The Debt Collector Series, or the many bespoke three piece suits of Aubrey Posen. 

Super big thank you to my bestie and beta @chloes-yellow-cup who puts up with me when I’m annoying (which is all the time), and STILL is kind enough to read and edit for me.

AAAAAND a very special thank you to @kate-harper because omgosh look at what she made!!! It’s beautiful and I love and I have it saved as my lock screen so I can stare at it all day at work. 

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It was cold for the season and raining. Aubrey didn’t mind the rain though, it made it harder to notice if you were being followed and that worked to her advantage. The car ahead of them flashed its brakes as it slowed behind a line of traffic. In Los Angeles the traffic was a pain in the ass and definitely road rage inducing, but in the City it was nightmare and she definitely didn’t miss it. The company maybe but not the traffic. But she didn’t miss her current company as much as she missed Stacie.

They hadn’t parted on the softest of terms and she had been regretting it for the last three days and was already resolved to making it up to the other woman. Sometimes Aubrey got tunnel vision when she had a problem that needed solving and Weston Whitman was definitely a problem for her particular issue resolution skill set. But it had taken her away from home and pushed a wedge between her and Stacie and that made her even angrier at the situation.  

The cars ahead started to drive and she tipped her head to the side to rest against the passenger door window to see where her target was. “He’s getting off the turnpike.”

Jesse put on his turn signal on when he merged out of the lane and onto the ramp. She gave him a mild glare and shook her head. Rain didn’t prevent you from getting noticed if you were fucking obvious but he just smiled and shrugged at her. It was still good to see him even if he was an idiot.

“So you never said why you needed to know about this Whitman guy. What, is he in for deep or something?”

No. She was the one in deep. Way too deep for something that started so casually over a night of poker. She knew she loved Stacie because she’d never felt this way about anyone else in her entire life. It wasn’t just the want of her physically, though there was plenty of that, but she loved the way Stacie saw the world. She loved her good heart and practical business mind. She loved the way Stacie laughed when they were alone and wrapped up in each other. She just fucking loved the woman. And she didn’t even bother questioning it.

Aubrey didn’t answer and he nodded with a scoffed chuckle as if he had expected as much. She rolled her eyes and gave a lazy shrug. “He has something I want.”

“Yeah? Like what? You gonna go legit and start running some hedge fund?”

She pointed to the right when they came to the light and he turned onto the street while maintaining a good enough distance. They rode in silence for a few moments, each of them watching the road and the area they were headed. “No.” That was it. Nothing more. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him but she just didn’t want to talk about it right now. After. When Weston was a footnote in their history, then she’d bring Stacie home to meet the Family. But not before when there were too many things to fuck that up still in the way.

“Jesus. I think we talk more when we’re three thousand miles apart.” Jesse nudged her in the arm playfully and it pulled a smile out of her. “Hey hey look. Un-fucking-believable that jag-off is stopping for a hotdog. What are you thinking?”

Aubrey watched as the black sedan pulled over and the front passenger got out to run across the street to a street vendor. It was risky in broad daylight but it was a tough neighborhood and the only people that seemed to be around were bangers and crackheads. “You follow until we get to the Heights. We’ll dump his car there.”

He nodded solemnly as she pulled on her black leather gloves. She checked to make sure the one man was still at the hotdog stand as they pulled up in front of the car. Aubrey ran through her usual routine and checked her clip before pulling the slide back on her gun. It was settling and she felt a mantle of cold detachment settle on her shoulders and through her chest. There was nothing but the buzz of white noise in her ears as she exited the SUV and tucked her gun tight along her thigh, hidden against the black of her long pea coat.

She gave the driver a smile and he smiled back, foolishly lowering the window to see what she wanted. When it was open just enough her free hand darted in to slam his face against the steering wheel twice in rapid succession. It wouldn’t knock him out, the guy had a face like a brick and probably just as hard too but he was disoriented enough that she was able to pull the car door open easily and yank him to the asphalt. She brought her gun up and fired into his chest, then twice more into his head.

“What the fuck?! Who the fu…”

“Shut up.”

“Do you know who the fuck I am? I’ll eat your fucking heart out you bitch, who the fuc…”

Aubrey pointed her gun at the man in the backseat before getting into the car and peeling away from the curb with a hard jerk. The man in the back flew across the seat in a hard thump against the door leaving him a little dazed. He seemed to understand that if he wasn’t dead yet it was for a reason so he sat quietly until she passed into the Heights where she pulled the car into an alleyway and got out. Jesse pulled up behind her and she opened the door for her passenger.

“Out.”

He looked around cautiously before exiting and turned to face the SUV with Jesse driving. Recognition sunk in and he gave a disgusted mutter. “Christ. Frank sent you didn’t he?”

“Get in the truck.”

“Look, whatever he’s paying you. I can pay double. You’re not bad looking, with that kind of money you could go anywhere, be anyone.”

None of the words coming out of his mouth were helping his case and she was getting tired of hearing his voice. Aubrey jabbed her gun hard into the small of his back and pushed him into the backseat, sliding into the car right behind him. She took a minute to do a quick frisk but she didn’t find anything. He had grown complacent, lazy even, and as her hand smoothed over his ribs looking for a gun she realized, fat as well. It was sloppy and shook her head in disgust at it.

“He’s clean.”

Jesse nodded and drove deeper into the neighborhood, taking several turns and doubling back on blocks just in case they were followed. She kept her gun trained on the man in the seat next to her as they drove and he watched her warily trying to figure her out. She said nothing until they pulled into a derelict garage on a street that had more rats than people and had been her father’s favorite spot to handle business. When the metal door closed behind the truck she got out and gestured with her gun for him to do the same.

He was still looking at her when she shoved him roughly into an old heavy office chair that had to be at least forty years old. Jesse moved to zip tie his wrists and hands to the chair and Aubrey slipped her gun into the holster at her back. Very carefully she peeled off her gloves, coat and jacket, laying them neatly over Jesse’s now outstretched arm. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before she turned back to the man.

He looked back and forth between them wondering what was happening. It shouldn’t be quite so confusing, she’d shot his driver in the head and abducted him. Jesse wasn’t the muscle he was just her wheel man. A fact that was just now dawning on Nicky. Aubrey gave a soft snort and started to roll up her sleeves, first the left cuff exactly three turns, then the right exactly three turns. Aubrey pulled the well-worn slap jack out of her pocket and placed it on the table he was sitting near. His dark eyes went to it then widened as understanding filled them.

“I know you. You’re Mickey the Fist’s kid. Jesus I thought you were….okay okay okay listen. Triple. I’ll give you triple what Frank is paying you. We don’t have to tell anyone. I could make you a rich woman.”

She gave him blank look and picked up the slap jack that had been her father’s before her. Just having the weight of it in her hand reminded her of him and her lips quirked into a dark smile. “I’m already a rich woman.”

“Look. Let’s cut a deal. Just tell me what you want.”

Aubrey used the slap jack to tip his chin up and waited until his eyes met her cold gaze. “Tell me about the girls Nicky. The ones you send to Whitman.”

That had been three months and several bodies ago but it was all coming to fruition now. All the literal blood and sweat that had gone into this whole thing was finally coming together. She had moved just enough pieces and encouraged just the right kind of people to do the wrong kind of thing and now it was all playing out the way she wanted it to. Her trip to New York had given her a lot of information on Stacie’s husband and none of it was good.

He had a habit of buying women and beating them for kicks. Some of his tastes running too dark for even the kink rings of New York’s elite. There had been a few too many dead hookers to clean up and he had been shunned from the community. It was why his bosses had sent him to the firm in Los Angeles, figuring any attention he might draw from his habits would be too far away to affect them. Everything else she found out from there had gone from bad to worse but it was enough for her to fix the problem of Weston Whitman.

Aubrey rolled to her side, arm sliding over Stacie's waist to tug her closer. Warm, soft skin slid against hers in a delicious caress and she sighed. The brunette smiled at her and it took her just a second to catch her breath. There was a good chance whatever she was going to say now would have Stacie running out her door as fast as those long gorgeous legs would take her.

She knew Stacie wanted to be free of him, but this wasn’t just some guy this was Stacie’s husband. And free of him didn’t necessarily mean that Aubrey should kill him. Though she wanted to. Very very badly. Aubrey brought her hand up to cup Stacie’s jaw, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. Just in case it all went sideways in the next few minutes, she wanted this last kiss.

Stacie pulled back with a frown sensing something different in Aubrey. “What’s wrong?”

It made her smile a little because of course Stacie could read her like a book, she was the only person alive that could. Aubrey took deep breath and met Stacie’s concern filled gaze. How Stacie responded wouldn’t change what was going to happen. Weston needed to go and if getting him out of Stacie’s life cost her all of this…she’d still do it. No matter what it cost her personally, Stacie needed to be free.

“He’s late on his payment.”

They hadn’t spoken of it since the night she’d confessed that he had come to her for a loan. Stacie didn’t need to know how or why just that he needed the cash and fast. Aubrey had laid out some severe terms for the loan knowing he’d never be able to pay it on time or in full. Not with the way he was being extorted anyway. Her fingers trailed down from Stacie’s jaw, along her neck to her shoulder. They traced over the faint scars of several savage bite marks and cold fury rose up in her. Tonight he’d start paying for each and every mark he’d made on Stacie.

“When do you have to leave?” Stacie wasn’t asking her not to do what needed to be done and Aubrey let out a breath of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Now.” It was already later than she’d intended but she’d come home to find Stacie waiting for her in nothing but a pair of stilettos and one of Aubrey’s dress shirts unbuttoned to the waist, a silk tie barely knotted and hanging from her neck. So she was late now but who could blame her?

Stacie didn’t say anything, she just leaned into another kiss, claiming more of Aubrey’s heart with it. Whatever was happening or going to happen they were in it together now. And she hoped to God that they’d still be in it together when the dust settled because it was gonna get ugly fast now. Aubrey pulled away and slid out of the bed with a parting playful slap to Stacie’s ass that earned her a yelp.

“You gonna be here when I come back?”

“I’ll be here as long as you want me to be here.”

Aubrey gave a slight nod and padded into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Stacie knew what she did, who she was, but she’d never really seen her work. Didn’t exactly know how hands on Aubrey was when it came to collecting her tickets. Now it was all coming up in a very personal way and she wondered exactly how much blood was going to spill before it was too much for Stacie like it had been too much for her own mother.

When she had finished and stepped out of the shower she found a suit and tie already hanging from her dressing rack waiting for her. It was black on black save for the tie and underwear. Those were a deep crimson red and she’d never seen them before. Aubrey raised her brow at Stacie questioningly when the tall brunette walked out of the closet with a pair of matching heels.

“I thought you’d look good in a new suit.”

Aubrey smiled at that and hurried to finish getting ready and dress. The suit fit perfectly but she wasn’t at all surprised by that. Stacie had had her hands all over Aubrey enough times to know what would fit and what wouldn’t. When the last button on her vest had been buttoned she turned and reached for the silk tie to put it on but Stacie moved in close pressing her long naked body along Aubrey’s back. She draped the tie around her neck and wrapped her arms around Aubrey as she neatly and easily wound the tie around itself and knotted it in a perfect full Windsor knot just the way she liked it.

Stacie rested her chin on Aubrey’s shoulder and looked at them in the full length mirror. Aubrey turned in her arms and smirked teasingly. “So I look good?”

Stacie’s eyes darkened as they trailed down her body, one finger tracing the line of her tie to tuck it neatly into the vest. There was no doubt in Aubrey’s mind that Stacie thought she looked good. There was just one accessory missing and Stacie reached for the leather paddle holster and gun. Aubrey stayed still as Stacie clipped it in place at the small of her back then threaded her black leather belt through the loops to fasten around her waist before slipping the heavy 9mm into place.

“You definitely look good and the black won’t show blood.”

It was the first real acknowledgement of what she was about to do that Stacie had given. It was practical and just detached enough for Aubrey to realize that she’d thought this through while picking the suit out. That Stacie had already anticipated how the game would play out with Weston and was subtly showing her support of Aubrey’s life, of Aubrey herself.

Aubrey’s arms tightened around Stacie and she pushed them both against the wall, her frame tight against Stacie’s as she kissed her hungrily and with so much fucking need. She needed Stacie in her life, she needed someone that wasn’t just there to protect and fuck. She needed the strength of someone that understood her and had her back even on the dark days. And she needed the softness of comfort and the sweetest of laughs to remind her she was still a human deep inside. She needed everything Stacie was. She needed a queen at her side.

Stacie’s leg came up around her waist and Aubrey dropped her hand between them to stroke and tease the brunette. Stacie whimpered and rested her hand on Aubrey’s wrist even as her hips rolled for more friction. She brought Aubrey’s hand to her lips and kissed each fingertip before sighed in resignation.

“You’re late for work and I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Aubrey huffed at that but pulled back and slipped her jacket on. Stacie took the time to straighten her tie and collar for her before turning Aubrey toward the bedroom door with a little pat to her ass as encouragement. It made her smile and she stopped in the doorway to watch the other woman crawl back into bed with a book. She was silently watching for a moment, thinking about how that was a sight she could stand to see every night for the rest of her life. Aubrey leaned against the doorjamb her voice soft as she said something she’d never said to anyone in a romantic way before.

“Hey. I love you.”

She didn’t wait for Stacie to respond, she just picked up the heels and headed to the stairs. Aubrey took them at a fast clip, stopping at the bottom only long enough to slip on her shoes and tuck her cellphone into her inner jacket pocket. The car was already waiting for her and she slid behind the driver’s seat in the back. Happy, her driver smiled sunnily like she always did, not at all perturbed that she’d been left alone in the car for two hours with a man kicking in shouting in the trunk.

“Going to the office, Boss?”

Aubrey nodded and Happy pulled out of the driveway. The thumps in the back got quieter as they drove, Happy taking turns sharply when he got too loud. She said nothing the entire drive to The Dirty Bird. When they pulled up Lilly was waiting for them with the back door propped open. “Take him to the basement.”

She preceded them down the stairs, letting Lilly and Happy drag Weston down between them. He was wild eyed and sweating but wore his arrogance like armor, trying to puff himself up when he was shoved down into a chair and held steady by strong hands. Aubrey pulled a cigarette from the pack resting on the desk and lit it with the silver lighter she tossed on the table top. He watched her with wary eyes as she stalked over to him, one hand in her pocket the other bringing the cigarette to her lips for another slow drag.

“Mr. Whitman. How good of you to join us.”

“Did I have a fucking choice?” He tried to shrug off Happy and Lilly to show his dominance but they held him tighter. Aubrey smirked and gestured for them to back up and give him some room. “Look I’ll have your money okay? I just need another two days.”

Two days. Aubrey shook her head slowly at that.

“You’re already two days behind, add another two and that’s almost a week. The terms of our agreement were that each week you would provide me with a sum of money until your debt was paid off. Now you’re talking about missing a whole week. You know what this does to your interest rate Mr. Whitman?”

He nodded then and smiled, sure in the knowledge that he could broker a deal with her. That was his whole life, negotiating deals and playing with money. Robbing Peter to pay Paul as her father used to say. Aubrey stubbed out the cigarette in a tray and released the smoke in a slow exhale.

“Sure, our terms were that my interest doubles exponentially each day I’m late. But I can get it. I can get it all.” There was that smile again. The flash of his teeth brought up the image of the scars on Stacie’s shoulder. The sound of white noise drowned out everything else, even his voice as made a pretty show of a lot of reassuring words that didn’t mean shit at the end of the day. Aubrey didn’t need to hear them because she was only giving him enough rope to hang himself with.

“You smile a lot Mr. Whitman. I bet it goes a long way in getting people to believe you hm?” He wavered unsure where she was going with that but she ignored the question in his eyes. “Alright. I’ll grant you this one time extension but I want a little collateral as a show of good faith hm? How about I take that sweet ride of yours?”

Her voice had dropped to a deadly low tone making her words heavy with meaning. He knew there was danger in the question but didn’t understand where it was coming from.

“That’s a four hundred thousand dollar car, you can’t ju…”

His words trailed off when she turned to look at him. Immediately he nodded his agreement and smiled again and the corner of her eye twitched. That fucking smile.

“Sure sure of course. You can have my car, I’ll bring it by…or or…uh you can pick it up whatever you like. It’s yours.”

Aubrey jerked her chin at Happy and the blonde smiled and moved into place to hold his head steady. Whitman struggled against her but the curly haired blonde was strong and used her standing advantage to hold him still. Lilly held out a pair of pliers and Aubrey gave them a test click before she moved to loom over Weston.

“I’m going on a lot of faith, so I want to ensure you and I have an understanding about the terms and conditions of this deal.” He sensed what was about to happen and closed his mouth as though he could prevent her from pulling his teeth out. Lilly leaned over him, licking the bridge of his nose before she pinched the nostrils shut. It forced him to open his mouth to gasp in a breath and Aubrey grabbed his jaw in an iron grip. She wouldn’t take them all, just a few and mostly from the back. Mostly. “Let’s see how far you get making those deals now….”

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At the beginning of every year, when the air is ripe with reflection, many of us make pacts with ourselves.

Pacts that have come to be known as New Years Resolutions—a tradition we humans have had for over 4,000 years. 

Though the tradition of reflecting on the past and using the lessons you've learned to make changes in the present and future is as human as walking upright, a growing number of people insist on scoffing at the idea.. rolling their hating ass eyes at the people who opt to declare “new year, new me” or make the grave mistake of voicing their resolutions aloud. These people..

Ol “Hmph, new year, same you. You should be making changes every day.. throughout the entire year. Just cause it’s a new year, don’t mean it’s a new you. You still the same ass nothing ass you, you always been. You must be a magician a’something. Think you bout to change overnight. Change once the clock strike 12. Who you? Cinderella.” neck ass people..

can kick all the rocks.

Every single one of them.

With bare feet. 

They're just mad cause they've been the same person since HS and couldn’t change if they had a genie lamp, a rabbit's foot, a leprechaun, a four leaf clover, saw a shooting star, found a coin heads up, dropped into a well, and had three gah damn wishes. 

They’re irrelevant. 

However, they’re hating ass tirades are, in fact, laced with Truth. No, you can’t make a change overnight, because that’s not how humans work. Habits are stubborn. Motivation is fleeting. Consistency is tough. And life is hard. Nonetheless, change—genuine, life-altering change—is always around the corner if we take actionable steps and set feasible goals.. and sprinkle a lil magic on top. 

That’s what this, here, article is ‘spose to help you with. 

Disclaimer: I identify as a sorcerer.. meaning I dwell between the physical and spiritual realm (we all do, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not because that’s the fundamental nature of human/ earth). Therefore, I'm in the business of playing with magic—of creating ritual—casting spells, which is all a goal, or intention, is.

In order to achieve our goals, no matter how much action we’re putting forth in the physical realm, it will always be more difficult and take longer to manifest if we’re ignoring the spiritual side of life.

We have to do work on both sides. 

Below, I’ve listed 9 steps on how to effectively align your goals with your purpose. And how to then bring those goals to fruition by operating within both the physical and spiritual realms. 

9 Steps to Effectively Align your Goals with Your Purpose

Step One: Free Write

The first step to creating goals that align with your spirit and purpose is to free write, or channel, everything you want and need in your life. 

This step is about flushing everything out and spilling it onto the page without giving it too much thought. 

Set a timer and don’t stop writing until your time is up. 

Step Two: Take Risks

Now look over the list you just made. 

Are you playing it safe? Did you dream as big as you could have? If not, take some time to either lengthen the list you’ve come up with by adding larger more elaborate goals or expand upon the riskier goals you’ve already made. 

Over time, life derails us. We go through system after system that encourages us to shrink our belief of what's possible, to think smaller, and be practical—logical.

Throw that voice away. Now isn’t the time. 

The point of this step is to really tap into our inner child—into past versions of ourselves and remember what they’re dreams and aspirations may have been.

Dig into the depths of yourself, sift those ideas to the surface, and write them down. 

Step Three: Get to the Root of What’s Driving You

At this point, you should have a decently long list in front of you. 

With goals ranging from h’okayyy, I got this, piece of fuggin’ carrot cake. No problemmmo! to oh shit..that’s a bigg’un. I’m not sure I can actually achieve this hoe..heb me. heb me please!

Look them over carefully. 

Do you see any themes? This list should tell your story. Speaking to things you’re insecure about, perhaps—previous battles you’ve waged and lost—things that give your life meaning—unexplored interests—unattained skills—maybe, something that’s missing in your life?

Look them over carefully, because it’s time to cut the fat. 

You’re going to narrow this list down in order to ensure your goals are genuinely aligned with what’s important to you—with what gives your life meaning and is actually going to add value to your life.

It’s easy to think that superficial achievements like awards, money, material, a partner, or changes within our appearance will add value to our lives, but that’s seldom the case. Often what’s missing is buried beneath those wants. 

That said, don’t hesitate to set goals that revolve around “the superficial”. My personal list of goals is 'vout 90% "superficial" if I’m being honest. But dats me. *hair flip* 

Step Four: Send Them Through the S.M.A.R.T. Goals Filter

Now that you’ve narrowed your list of goals, we’re going to send them through our S.M.A.R.T filter. 

S.M.A.R.T. stands for: Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Time Sensitive. 

This step is all about making your goals feasible because nothing dampens the spirit faster than aiming for some shit that was hardly possible to begin with. 

However, I tend to push back on the idea of setting “S.M.A.R.T.” goals because as I said, I dwell in the realm of magic, where anything is possible, and S.M.A.R.T. goals tend to be far too logic based for my disposition. 

That said, they’re still a decent and necessary recipe to follow, so: 

Are Your Goals Specific

If you want something, it’s necessary you know exactly what it is. It’s one thing to say I want to be rich, and another thing altogether to say I want to have 11 million dollars in my checking account. It’s one thing to say I want to have 11 million dollars in my checking account, and another thing altogether to say I want to be a best-selling author who amasses 11 million dollars through book sales, merchandise sales, and endorsements. 

Be Specific.

Are Your Goals Measurable

I’m not particularly a fan of this advice, because, again, I dwell in the realm of magic and not all goals are measurable. However, it’s still sound advice depending on what you’re aiming for. i.e.

Learning new and/or improving skills

Making gains physically or spiritually

Earning money

Having experiences 

et. al. 

Are all things that are easily measured.

But I don’t recommend limiting your goals to that extent. For ex. one of my goals is to hire a trainer for my mother and to take her on the vacation of her dreams.

This goal isn’t exactly measurable, but it’s one of my goals, nonetheless. 

Are Your Goals Attainable

Making your goals attainable, or practical is uber necessary. We can’t go around making it our goal to be 6’2 when we’re 5’6 and 35 years old. That’s goofy. So it’s necessary we be reasonable. But in the same breath, it’s also necessary we stretch ourselves and aim beyond our limits. 

That’s where genuine growth lies. 

Are Your Goals Realistic

I’m also not the biggest fan of this advice, because what’s "realistic" is subjective, and I’m not one for limiting the scope of our dreams. 

We’re more powerful than we could ever imagine, so injecting limiting beliefs into our goal setting/ spellcasting is counterproductive and sends the wrong message to the universe. 

That said, it is important to ensure we’re not just pulling shit out of our asses. Don’t make a goal to swim from Texas to the Yucatan, no. Don’t make a goal to marry Kim Kardashian, no. That's ye’s squeeze. 

Make sense. But don’t hesitate to dream big. 

I mean, me and Rihanna are going to be besties one day, sooo..

Make Your Goals Time Sensitive

If our goals don’t have an end date on them, it’s easy to make excuses for ourselves. To push things back,  put'em off until tomorrow, or the next day, or the next week, until ten years have passed and your ass sitting there talmbout “new year, new me” with the same goal you had before artificial intelligence enslaved humanity. 

When the resolution haters decide to run their rabbit ass mouths, this is the part they’re typically talking about.

ol “bitch, you said that last year.” ol “ bitch, you been trying to lose weight since 6th grade.” ol “you been tryna get your bachelors since the sidekick was hot” head neck asses. 

Let’s not give them hating ass haters any fuel. 

Make a time window for each of your goals. No matter how big or small. It’s necessary we give ourselves something to aim for. 

Okay, so did your goals make the grade? 

Do any of them need to be nixed or tweaked? 

If so, do that now. 

Step Five: Narrow Your List Further

Finally, it’s time to choose which goals you’ll be running with for the long haul. Our goals have to be manageable, or else we overwhelm ourselves and get nothing accomplished. 

The number goals a one can manage varies from person to person, but if you’re new to goal setting, I recommend no less than 3, and no more than 5 with the level of difficulty tipped towards feasibility. 

But be sure to incorporate a couple goals that require a decent amount of risk-taking, because, after all, that’s what we came to this realm to do..

Take risks and expand ourselves.  

Step Six: Breaking Them Down

Now that you have your goals pinned down, it’s time to make another list.

We’re going to break the goals you’ve come up with down into smaller more attainable goals. 

For instance, I’m working on my first Manga. My goal is to be able to drop a couple pages a week on my website. In order to do so, I first have to decide what my story's going to be about. i.e

What kind of world/ universe does it take place in? What does this world/ universe look like? Who are the characters? What do these characters look like? How are these characters related to one another? etc etc.

Then I have to make deadlines for myself i.e. the time window I spoke of earlier. 

Then I have to write the story. 

Then I have to storyboard the story. 

Then I have to sketch the panels. 

Then I have to Ink the panels.

etc etc. 

It’s a whole ass process. 

So this step is really about making mini-assignments for yourself and then holding yourself accountable. 

If you break your big goals down into mini steps, and you achieve the mini steps, before you know it, your ultimate goal is actualized. 

Step Seven: Set Reminders

We live highly active-busy-A.D.D. inducing-overwhelmingly stimulating-multitasking-ass lives. 

So, if we’re to effectively achieve our goals—if we’re to actually complete the assignments we've made for ourselves, we have to set reminders. 

Fill up the calendar on the phone attached to your hand, that’s probably synced with your computer and tablet, with the assignments and deadlines you’ve made for yourself. 

Turn on your notifications. 

And look at that calendar regularly. 

Some goal setting -- here’s 200 tips to streamline your life -- ass productivity gurus recommend we have accountability partners to ensure we achieve our goals, but that’s not necessary, and low key does more harm than good. 

Be accountable for yourself.

This is about will. 

This is about having control over our mind, body, and spirit. 

This is about motivating ourselves. 

This is about cultivating Power. 

And if we can’t do that, we really don’t deserve to achieve our goals. 

Step 8: Create a Mantra

If we don’t write our goals down (on paper and w/ ink) and speak them often, they don’t exist. 

As I mentioned before, to manifest what we want and need into our physical reality, it’s paramount we do the spiritual and energetic work in tandem with the actions required to bring our goals to fruition. 

To set a goal, at it’s core, is to cast a spell—is to conjure—so when we write them down and speak them.. when our goals become mantra.. when we begin to believe in them.. and have faith in our ability to bring them to light—we send a message to the universe, energetically, to conspire with us and bend to our will. 

If you’re into meditation or prayer, I highly recommend incorporating your goals—your dreams—into your practice. It’s the perfect time and setting for energizing your intention. 

This is perhaps the most important step in the goal-setting process.

Step 9: Keep Track of and Celebrate Your Progress

Finally, it’s time to choose which goals you’ll be running with for the long haul. Our goals have to be manageable, or else we overwhelm ourselves and nothing gets accomplished. 

It’s as simple as that. We need to keep track of our small wins in order to keep us motivated and charged up, so we can continue to power forward and complete our big goals. 

Our gains are fuel. 

Additional Tips:

1. If you don't meditate i.e. make time for silence and stillness, or don't meditate regularly, now is the time to start. 

2. If you set your goals, but still have a voice in your head that speaks ill on your pursuits, you will have trouble bringing your goals to fruition. 

3. If you set your goals, but still have people in your life who speak ill on your pursuits, you will have trouble bringing your goals to fruition. 

4. In addition to making time for silence and stillness, be sure to make time for joy and self-- for doing things that make YOU happy. That energizes you. That makes you laugh or smile. That fills you up.

This energy -- the energy of joy-- of flow -- is fodder for the fire, and will aid tremendously in your pursuit. 

And that’s it kids!  Good luck and happy spellcasting! 

If you have any questions, feedback, or would like to share your progress with me or each other, feel free to comment on this post or drop me a line at [email protected]. 

#Power

[bublp0pr]

I get these ideas for stories that sound great in my head but would take ages to make properly. *shrug* let’s just dump one here with every else and see what happens.

One of my fav His Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XI3T3G9GJRw

So Frisk gets to listen to the same soundtrack we do when they enter fights right? Let’s say that the reason they keep resetting is so that they can hear the songs because let’s face it, they’re awesome. But it’s not enough for them. Having to go through hours of gameplay for the particular song they feel like is frustrating. They’re stuck in this loop where they don’t want the nostalgia to end - ever.

One day they’re having the date with Undyne and they notice her piano. They know that she plays, but they had never really asked her more than that. It’s such a pretty looking instrument. So they get her to play for them. And she looks a little startled like, why would they want to listen to her play?

So she sits on the stool and starts fingering a bit of His Theme casually, first with one or two fingers, looking up at Frisk  and then slowly easing into proper form. “I heard this playing from a statue one day, coming back from Alphys’ lab.” She says distantly, becoming lost in the sound. The music is flowing quite prettily and peacefully i’m imagining. It’s not complicated, just a very simple piece, but she slowly builds it with harmony.

Tears fall down Frisk’s face. Undyne stops mid-note when she hears the quiet sobs and looks up. Frisk is smiling through the small drops and tells them to continue. She pauses though, a little awkward.

“Uhhh. How about i play a different one?” Then she turns back and suddenly starts playing the powerhouse of Ngahhhh! When all else fails, Undyne always falls back on her passion haha. The atmosphere changes again. It’s a wonder the keys aren’t flying off the piano with how hard she presses them.

Rubbing away their tears Frisk thinks about the implications of this. Being able to play the songs from battles whenever they like, however they want.  After the song is done, they silently ask “Can you teach me?”

^Woah that sounds like a really poetic place to end it. But i’ve still got more to the story... sigh. I don’t have any sense of story writing lol

Undyne sees this as her chance to reach Papyrus’ challenge and become besties with Frisk. So she starts teaching them. And when she stops and starts making pasta instead, Frisk waits out the timeline until she sets fire to the house (and that poor grand piano) then reloads. They repeat the process, tweaking variables to get to the piano teaching faster. (There’s a similar thing that happens in Groundhog day which is where i got the idea from lol)

But learning piano isn’t enough. Once they get the hang of it they need to figure out playing by ear. They become obsessive over it, playing keys again and again until sound can instinctively be translated into the language of music. They figure out the timeline that gives them the most access to Undyne’s piano and play anything and everything they can recall hearing from the surface. 

Then it’s finally time to learn the music of the Underground. Each soundtrack becomes it’s own project. One by one Frisk chooses a battle to learn and then repeats this process:  saving next to Undyne’s house, walking all the way to the encounter and then quitting halfway through the battle to practice the section of music until they can play the whole thing through. Then they play the song over and over again until it becomes long term memory (because sheet music doesn’t last between timelines) and the method is repeated with another monster. 

Once they finish all the pacifist music they of course have to complete genocide. In my headcanon this Frisk did genocide, refused to delete the world and doesn’t trust themselves to be able to make the same choice twice and fight off Chara. So instead they always quit just after judgement hall (I mean, there isn’t much music after that point anyway). The good thing about genocide is that no one gets suspicious of you going to Undyne’s house and playing her piano for hours on end because they’re all dead haha. 

--- --- ---

So finally they do it. They learn every song in the game, and they’re so proud of themselves. A sentimental part of them drives them to go through a true pacifist run and go back to the date with Undyne.

They walk up to the piano slowly, a small smile on their face and press the old familiar keys of His Theme once again. It starts so softly, it takes Undyne a few seconds to recognise the tune, the memory returning like an old friend. Once she realises what it is she walks up to the kid but whatever she has to say gets trapped in her tongue when she looks at them. Their eyes are closed, with this absolute look of peace on their face as they play. Without a word from either of them, she takes a seat next to Frisk and joins the sound, forming a duet. 

With Undyne taking over the main melody, Frisk slowly starts adding in the other monsters’ themes, naturally melding them into the flow of chords. This confuses Undyne at first, she lifts up her head, but when she hears soft bonetrousle and spears of justice, she realises what they’re doing and just goes with it. The whole song becomes this epic medley summarising everything that still means something to Frisk about their journey- all their friends, all their memories, all the things that even after hundreds of resets are still precious to them 

and... and... ahhhhh it’s all just so beautiful! I don’t know what to write! Even now i think i’m being too flowery v.v

this is where i’d end it if i wanted to be nice, Frisk and Undyne in this unbroken melody of beautifulness... but of course i have extra because i don’t know when to stop lol

Without even thinking about it, at one point Frisk shifts into Battle Against a True Hero. The presence next to them stiffens and suddenly the lower parts of Undyne fade out. They keep playing for a bit after, not realising at first. It gets slower the more confused they become and they look up. Undyne is staring at the piano trembling, gripping the piano seat. 

“Where... where did you hear that punk?” they whisper. Frisk looks back down at the piano in silence. The lack of noise in the room becomes palpable. In a pathetic attempt to ease the tension, Frisk lightly fingers Dating Tension to give their hands something to do. 

“Frisk.” This makes them look up. No one ever says their name. There is a sharpness to Undyne’s tone, it makes them nervous. She starts talking louder a quiver in her voice. “I-I have never played that song in front of anyone ever.” 

“Just, just who are you?” There’s small tears in her eyes that she’s trying very hard to blink away. 

... 

“WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME!” Undyne is standing up now, clenching her fists. Frisk looks scrunches their eyes shut. Glowing flashes of spears light up their memory. Echoes of Undyne’s voice, the anger, the sorrow, the desperation, the conviction. Her figure slowly melting in front of them burns behind their eye lids. Undyne can’t take this... this... flat face from the human any longer. “LOOK AT ME!” The words are screeched with emotion. Frisk too starts trembling. She can’t hold the tough act anymore, it’s becoming too much. The next words are s plea. “Kid... please... look at me.” 

Frisk lifts up their head in one sharp motion, looking directly at Undyne. The look on their face says a thousand words. Guilt. Sadness. Pity. Emptiness. Rage. Fear. Desperation. Shame. Resignation. They look like someone that has accepted they are, in the true sick human interpretation of the word that insults this race, a monster.

It’s enough to deter even Undyne from her focus. She forgets for a moment what she was even going to say, looking at that face in fear, disgust, shock, horror... whatever word you could think of she was looking at Frisk with it.

aaaand that’s all i’ve got. Bet you were expecting resolution? Pfft hahah nope. If i could come up with that this’d be a proper fanfic. Maybe one day i will figure that out. Then i’d upload it to AO3 [insert self promo to my fics, bubbLp0ppR :P]

#fanfic idea #undertale #i've been forgetting to use hashtags lately #do i even need to include these? #whatever why not #really long post again #were you expecting anything less at this point?