Spronkle Glitterspasm

ENFP

Accidentally joined five group chats - and a cult. Not sorry.

Get to Know Your Poppersona.

Spronkle Glitterspasm is pure unfiltered YES. A walking burst of excitement wrapped in five scarves (none weather-appropriate), they have the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel and the charisma of a street magician who also sells essential oils. You don’t meet Spronkle—you get ambushed by their enthusiasm.

They are a firework of possibility, bursting with ideas like:
- “Let’s start a band called Sad Bananas.”
- “What if we turned your breakup into an art installation?”
- “I met someone in a park who might be my soulmate or a conspiracy theorist. Either way, I’m going to their party.”

Spronkle means well. Always. Their heart is so big it barely fits in their squishy monster body. They see potential in everyone and everything—including you, your weird hobby, and that stray button you didn’t notice on the floor (which they are now naming “Buttony” and giving emotional significance).

They’re known for starting things. So many things. A zine. A kombucha startup. A protest that turned into a bake sale. Finishing? Less of a priority. It’s not that they don’t want to—it’s just that something shinier showed up halfway through. But their energy is infectious, so people follow anyway, often into delightful chaos.

Spronkle is powered by connection. They collect people like odd little trinkets, each one precious, each one remembered. They’re emotionally intuitive but also wildly impulsive, which means one moment they’re reading your soul and the next they’ve vanished to climb a tree because it “felt right.”

They are both the life of the party and the reason the party now has a face-painting station, an emotional support balloon, and three spontaneous singalongs.

But under all the sparkle, Spronkle is deeply sincere. They just want people to be free, to feel seen, and to have fun before the existential dread kicks in. They are hope incarnate—loud, messy, and beautiful.

If you ever feel stuck, dull, or invisible, Spronkle will arrive—possibly through a window—and remind you that you are a galaxy in disguise. With jazz hands.

A Member of the Feelybeasts Clan.

“Empathy is a sixth sense. Melancholy is a lifestyle.”

These creatures are soft chaos seers—romantic train wrecks who believe in soul echoes, eye contact, and weeping in public as a growth strategy. They lead with emotion, navigate with intuition, and frequently get emotionally entangled with birds or strangers on public transit. Expect unfiltered insight, excessive empathy, and three different kinds of journals.

ENFPs are the glitterbombs of the Feelybeasts—passionate, wide-eyed, and emotionally explosive in the most charming way. They're fueled by inspiration, distraction, and occasional tears over abandoned craft projects. ENFPs don’t just feel feelings—they shout them into the void and then try to hug the void to make sure it’s okay.

Among the Feelybeasts, ENFPs are the loudest softies. They bring warmth, energy, and unfiltered excitement to every emotional breakthrough. They will cry with you and for you, possibly while rollerskating or starting a spontaneous passion project about frogs.

The Anatomy of a ENFP

Every Poppersona is built from four fundamental parts—like assembling a bookshelf, except the parts are invisible and the instructions are written in metaphor.

Extrovert (E)

Extroverts don’t just go outside—they become outside. They thrive on interaction the way plants need sunlight and drama. Silence? Terrifying. Group chat? Constantly active. Social battery? Allegedly infinite—until it crashes mid-sentence and they need to recharge by talking to more people.

They love connection, conversation, and being around energy. Sometimes they mistake noise for meaning, but they mean well and hug hard. They’ll remember your name, your vibe, and the weird noise you made when you sneezed. If they haven't started a dance circle or an impromptu group project by lunch, they probably lost their phone—and with it, their personality.

Intuition (N)

Intuitives are fueled by possibilities, big questions, and vague but deeply important vibes. They can take a single sentence and spin it into a seven-part theory about the meaning of time, identity, and toast. They're abstract, pattern-obsessed, and frequently distracted by their own thoughts—which they’ll deny by saying they’re “visionaries.”

They love “what if?” way more than “what is.” Details? Meh. They’re out here building conceptual skyscrapers out of ideas while forgetting where they left their actual keys. Conversations with them include 15 metaphors, 3 philosophical tangents, and the phrase “I just feel like...” at least twice. They’re deep, strange, and probably wearing mismatched socks on purpose.

Feeling (F)

Feelers lead with their hearts, even if their brains are like, “Uh, we had a plan?” They make decisions based on people, impact, and whether or not someone might feel weird about it later. Logic is fine, but kindness is better. They don’t just feel things deeply—they feel things for other people, too. Like... a lot. Like please hydrate.

They care. Constantly. Too much. Always. But that’s the magic of them. They’ll text you a 3-paragraph apology for saying “cool” instead of “awesome.” They think fairness isn’t about rules—it’s about people being okay. You may roll your eyes, but admit it: you secretly hope they’ll adopt you.

Perceiving (P)

Perceivers are allergic to commitment and powered by vibes. They live in maybes, dance through half-finished ideas, and treat deadlines like polite suggestions. Their lives are flexible, fluid, and slightly sticky from the smoothie they forgot to finish. Their phone battery is always low. Their brain has 37 tabs open. And yet? They always somehow pull it off.

They’re spontaneous, creative, and wildly adaptable. Need a backup plan for your backup plan? They’ve got six. Want a consistent routine? Not from them. They’re not disorganized—they’re organically unstructured. If you’re a Judger, they’ll stress you out. If you’re a fellow Perceiver, you’ll end up in a treehouse building a new society.

What this says about You.

You were born with a spark in your chest and a question on your tongue. The world opens up for you, idea by idea, like a door that’s never quite closed. You chase moments, connections, what-ifs—because standing still has never felt like safety. Movement is how you breathe.

You are joy with messy edges.
And people feel that. That’s why they follow you, even when you don’t know where you’re going.

But underneath that whirlwind of color and laughter and wildly specific curiosity, there’s something softer. A loneliness you don’t always admit. A need to be taken seriously without having to dim your shine. There’s longing. There’s this big, soft, wildly complicated heart that wants to matter—to someone, to something, to the whole world if possible. And when that heart gets overlooked or misread, it hurts. More than most people realize.

You’ve been the life of the party and the one who quietly disappeared from it. You’ve been the loudest voice in the room and still felt unheard.

Your smile is how you hold on to yourself when things get hard. And it’s okay if not everyone gets that. You don’t need to shrink to fit someone else’s comfort zone.

Your energy is real. So is your overwhelm. You burn bright, but you burn out—and then somehow blame yourself for needing to recharge... Don’t. You’re allowed to pause. You’re allowed to do nothing and still be you.

So keep glowing, even when no one claps. Keep trying, even when it would be easier to disappear. You don’t need permission to be radiant. You just need to remember that your brightness is not the opposite of depth—it’s what reveals it.

“You are not too much. You are just emotionally sparkly in a beige world.”