okay so like mitsuba the tbhk obsession is real lmao obsessed with being likeable and charming despite having a TERRIBLE PERSONALITY LMAO so he creates versions of himself to be likeable, based off of fight, flight, freeze, fawn. so overdramatic. he's a bratty little attention-seeker who jumps from side to side and is constantly trying to make anything about himself. constantly plays the victim. foul-mouthed and rude and mean unless he's trying to suck up to them. if you won't love him, hate him. he'd prefer that over being no one at all fight - snapping, spitting, calling names, pretending he’s untouchable even as his voice cracks. he gets loud and angry and aggressive because well what is he supposed to do? he's scared, deeply scared, so he tried to bluster and make too bold claims for his little body. flight - turning tail, sulking in the shadows, whispering “whatever, i didn’t care anyway” while his chest aches. because he didnt. he wont care. its okay his heart broke only a little freeze - eyes wide, words gone, limbs stiff like he’s been carved out of stone, praying no one sees how scared he is. he doesn't know- will being mean help? will running help? will fading away and sucking up help? he doesnt know he doesnt know he doesnt know so he freezes like the prettiest of dolls. goes quiet fawn - syrupy smiles, fake compliments, desperate “please like me, please don’t leaves". becomes fake-nice because if he's not he's cocky and bitter and too self-absored, so he becomes so passive and sweet and polite it's like he's nothing at all. "oh my stars, you’re literally, like, perfect. no, i mean it. you’re everything. so smart. so strong. i wish i could be like you, but i’m just - ugh. pathetic little wildwood, right? but you- you’re different. special. i bet everyone loves you. i love you. i mean- not like love love, obviously. that’d be insane. unless you wanted me to. do you?" has ascended past two-faced and is now four-faced brags way way too much about himself in his naturally most twisted way, he clings too hard. he gets lonely far too easily, for example, so he tries to collect positive relationships like trinkets instead of genuine connections. but he cant tell them that- he cant tell them anything. to have layers or insecurity or self-doubt is self-sabotage if you want to be remembered. so he covers up all the harsh truths with jeers or insults craves being hated as well as being loved love me wrong doll, thats fine, just dont leave me ha! i look prettier crying and bleeding than you could ever spit my name like venom, ill drink it up like honey rip me, ruin me, long as you remember me! a bruise shaped like a boy, a cut that never heals or turns to a scar, a mouth too full of teeth to be anything but dangerous. he is hungry for love and legacy the way wolves are hungry for bone- carnal, raw, craving with all it's appetite. he calls you baby with a grin, but it’s not endearment- it’s a trap, a plea, a dagger wrapped in honey. he is foul-mouthed and sugar-coated at the same time. pretty little poison with a ribbon tied around the bottle. he wants so badly to be adored. wanted. to be nothing more than someone's pretty little doll. look at me. love me. like me. hate me. anything but nothing. he craves an audience- every flick of his ear, every cruel joke, every dramatic sigh is a performance. please dont leave, its not even intermission. but behind it he is trembling, frozen in place like prey in a fox’s shadow. fight flight freeze fawn- he is all of them, all at once, a storm with no direction. claws out, legs shaking, begging to be held, begging to be hurt, begging not to be abandoned deer in headlights opinions on rules: ~ listen to your mother always and dutifully ~ don't ever let anyone push and shove you around because you're better than them. he knows he's better. he will be better. he will fight with the fury of a snarling wolf, then, if it'll make his mother happy. ~ live with caution and don't trust everyone. but, then, mother, who do i trust? you? then what if i leave you too? what if i cant be your angel? sorry mama. thats stupid ill always be your pretty little angel. promise ~ stand tall and take care of yourself because appearances change how others view you. always and forever, mama, ill always be perfect to everybody else. perfect or perfectly hated. ~ generally be someone other people see positively. i know and that means theyll remember me, right, mother? they will love me and i will have them to hold and they will remember me and i can be the actor they throw roses at as the curtain falls ~ don't be naive and let yourself get hurt. never, mother, unless the hurt means hate. ill take all of that hate if it means theyll remember my face, even through loathing ~ don't treat fighting as your only solution. i know, mother. there are many more ways to get exactly what i want talks formal when nervous doodles coming soon probably
sometimes he is cruel because cruelty is safer than kindness. if he cuts you first, you can’t cut him deeper. sometimes he is sweet, too sweet, so cloying you choke on it- because maybe, maybe if he bows low enough, someone will stay, just for him. he says things he doesn’t mean just to feel them stay, sink into the earth, dissipate into nothing. he wants someone to prove him wrong, to cradle his jagged edges and whisper that he’s still worth the blood on his claws. to tell him he's worth something, worth the legacy he wants to carve out of fear that there will be a day where his name is uttered last. but no one ever does, not quite. so he spirals again, soft fur bristling, tail lashing, voice cracking between venom and begging. he hates and gets hated in return and you know what? that can be fine enough for him. his name is still spoken, even if spat like venom he is the boy who laughs too loudly at his own insults, the boy who flinches when you raise your paw too quickly, the boy who spits “i don’t need you!” with tears already in his throat but will run like a coward or a scared, timid prey so you cant see that. he is a contradiction wearing a fragile, glass crown. he is obsessed with the idea of being remembered, worshipped, adored- because otherwise what is he but dust? dreams of being immortal in someone’s memory. carve me into your heart, even if it’s with claws. curse my name, but keep it on your tongue. call me awful, cruel, dramatic, pitiful- just don’t call me nothing. crown me, jail me, long as im something to you. oh i should link his spotify playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/[DELETE]2xS0WmYJx3o3nYaRuOpCCG?si=X5f1nPrASmOn_igvks-KWA gets everyones names wrong and gives them nicknames to make up for it laughs at his own jokes the fight-flight-freeze-fawn faces all develop in that order, fight being first as a kit, fawn being late apprentice this guy is making me want to learn to tween https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/841357/?page=1#post-8738782
