BUSTER HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MIKE’S HEAD. Therefore, there was no possibility he could even become close to understanding why he reacted the way he had. The wound wasn’t great, but it stung & red liquid dribbled from the cut & clumped into his coarse fur. A look of fear, mostly confusion, spiked in his baby blue eyes as his hand instinctively went to cover the cut as he stared right down at the mouse.

     ❝ M-Mike? ❞ There it is: a voice unlike his own as he felt a rising CONCERN for the other mammal … but feet did take cautionary steps back, his shoes clicking across the floor-boards. ❝ Wh—Wh—What’s going on with you? ❞

     If he didn’t want to hurt him …      WHAT  DID  THAT  MEAN  ?

Dirty brown orbs stared the Koala down -- his steps advancing very slowly, whilst the other's fell back. Mike allowed the FEAR && WORRY in Buster's tone to wallow inside his head for a few mere seconds; perhaps thinking that it would push him to STOP.

But surely, he NEEDED to do this -- it was a certainly a WAY...on removing an invisible COLLAR that had been tightened around his neck. In his mindset, the GRAND PRIZE was already his anyway. He's just picking it up early.

❝ Hey, hey -- pipe down, alright? ❞ Mike told him, his voice hushing to a rough whisper. The armed mouse paused his movements and his grip on the knife remained somewhat loose. Buster deserved an explanation -- anyone would in a situation like this. But question is, will the bigger mammal BUY it?

❝ I--uh--I've gotten into some sorta TUSSLE with some bad folks, you see --Basically, my LIFE depends on what I'm tryna do RIGHT now. But for my sake, I need to skip the itty-gritty details -- time ain't on my side anymore, Moon. ❞

Mike kept the blade directed at Buster as he eyed the chest that was hidden in the shadows at the corner of the office.

❝ YOU have somethin' that could REALLY help me out -- you’ve been KIND to me so far, maybe stretch it a lil' further...? ❞

Crack(?) headcanon: Mike’s father acts like Goofy from the Goofy Movie.

He was a country-born white mouse and was known to be, if not the best, singers in his home town. But he transferred to the great city-life when he met his mother who had went to visit his small town as a tourist.

His mother was a “killer” flute player and I suppose she really blew her way into his heart.

I’ll plop their names here: Roy Maximus (Going from L.C’s headcanon) Linda Drysdale

i want to write relationships that are complicated.

i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances. 

i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them ‘this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.‘ 

i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it. 

i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say ‘yeah you’re being an asshole’ followed by ‘but i still love you, you idiot.’

i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.

i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.

i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass. 

but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.

that’s what i want.

bad idea starters.

The 41st icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to watching a scary movie

Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

Archetype Quiz

Traits: purposeful, adaptable, loyal, agressive, mindful, decisive, skillful, isolated, destroyer

The warrior is most commonly used to symbolise the victory of a war. Raised in the image of their trainer, and at most times, their parental figure, the connection that is fundamental in building relationships is extremely weak. Although warriors find it difficult to trust, once they do, it is a bind that lasts until death. While warriors are fiercely loyal, they are extremely wary of strangers. Their greatest wish is to be credited in their achievements, and they tend to isolate themselves if they aren’t validated, taking things personally. warriors tend to things for the greater good, and destroy to protect.