My dnd party met up for vacation this week and I dressed up as my pc because I have problems and I love him. Anyways I can share my Estel cosplay now hehe
Also I’m obsessed with the energy radiating from this picture my friends took of me last night agdkdhsk
There’s a person I know irl following this blog now. Everytime I reblog something I have to wager on whether the instant dopamine will be worth them knowing how cringe I am, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under
Candlemon was the first digimon Saltzpyre ever met. He encountered her while on a job, she was hiding in a vent, and when they saw each other, they practically jumped out of their skins. The only thing that kept him from spraying her like the vermin he usually exterminates was the fact that she could talk. She spoke in a raspy yet energetic voice, and began chewing him out for scaring her and brandishing a stick at her. When his shock faded into questioning reality he decided he was hallucinating from too much bug spray. He dropped everything and left for home to take and early rest. Unfortunately for him, she followed him home…
Upon reflection, I think “cringe” just means “that person isn’t embarrassed to do a thing that I would be embarrassed to do”
Which basically means that you’re jealous of their ability to enjoy themselves without caring what other people think.
This also applies when you look back on yourself when you were younger and you cringe. That younger version of you wasn’t embarrassed to enjoy something to its fullest that you would feel embarrassed to enjoy now.
