#zephyrs essays

[norimorii]

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Book: "Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde

Piece of Art: "Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette" By: Vincent Van Gogh

Artist: Vincent Van Gogh

Thing to Study: Literature

Food: Sunny-side-up Eggs

Main Studies:

Criminal Psychology

English Literature

Hobbies:

Drawing, Crochet, Reading, Writing, Cooking, and Gardening

I am working on a novel in my free time.

A lot of things at once, Hoping to post study tips that helped me, and things I've been learning in my studies. Taking a few College in High School classes so that should give you guys some interesting posts.

Here to make friends so my dms and ask boxes are open!

[wrathofrats]

Ifrit with bad anxiety sometimes and zephyr who holds his hand when they can tell he’s having a bad time because it calms him down. Zephyr can physically see the tension leave his body when they touch him.

Ifrit with ocd behaviors and zephyr constantly reassures him that things are ok and talks him through his worries and never complains.

Zephyr who is a bitch to everyone but softens their voice and demeanor with ifrit so they don’t cause him any more anxiety because they know it upsets him sometimes and zephyr doesn’t want to do that to him

Zephrit 🫶

[hopefulhaven]

I want to see more long and in depth writing about alterhumanity and theriantrophy. the experience, the discovery and growing up alterhuman, the community, all of it!! the sillier side of the community is great and all, and feels relaxed and comfy,,, but I do really want to see deeper dives on the experience and why we feel this way

I would love if anyone could point me towards writings or videos like this if they've created some or know someone who has, and I think I probably will in the future ... I might make video essays of my own, who knows?

[trashpremiium]

sometimes i look at doctors that show little to no regard for their patient's wellbeing, or actively disregard best practice in favor of money or their own personal beliefs, and i think to myself - "how did they get through that many years of school and gain neither the compassion nor the pragmatism to do what's best for the people in their care". and then i remember i'm a biology major and a lot of people in my courses are pre-med track, and some of them are such major assholes i am no longer surprised.

[littlewestern]

I just thought of something. For your silver and black stories, how did Pilot, Pioneer, and 2903 react when Burlington Northern Santa Fe was created? I mean, their home railroads are now one and the same! (Makes one wonder how preserved trains would feel about their railroads merging out of existence. I imagine 999 has certain feelings about Penn Central and Conrail)

Oh this is a really interesting question!

I think by 1994 all the engines mentioned had come to terms with the fact that rail industry had simply changed so much in the past 60 years that it wasn't worth getting too sentimental over. Since they all were retired by the '70s, I think the more affecting change would have been the CB&Q becoming Burlington Northern.

It's important to note up-top that engines are familiar with change and know well that their entire industry is founded on shifting sand. CB&Q engines and Zephyrs in particular would know this well, and would be more sensitive to the ways in which the Q would adjust their marketing and scheduling strategies based on cost and changing customer expectations. Basically, all engines know going in that things are subject to change, sometimes at a moment's notice, and for the most part they aren't too sentimental about it. It's just the way of things, y'know?

That being said, I do think that the absorption of the Q into Burlington Northern would have been a somewhat sobering moment for Pioneer in particular, which may or may not be surprising depending on how well you know him. It's not like it ruined his day to hear the news or anything, but you have to remember that the Pioneer Zephyr defined the entire look of last third of the CB&Q's lifespan. The Zephyrs got people excited to take the train and set the tone for how every other railway in the country would market their passenger rail service for the next 30-some-odd years. Pioneer wasn't just important to the Q, he was important to the culture. But by the time 1970 rolls around, he's been out of service for a decade, and rail travel looks significantly different to what it once did. Losing the Q to consolidation is a sign of the times and a tacit remark on the then current state of rail travel.

It would have been, at the very least, the end of an era, and that in and of itself deserves a moment of recognition. It's not sad exactly, because change is inevitable, and it's not worrying exactly either, because Pioneer himself was built and born of time of uncertainty - only to eventually become a symbol that the future of travel was brighter than ever! But it is the way of things, and I think it would have at least given Pioneer some pause.

Pilot on the other hand, would have seen this one coming. After all, his retirement marked the end of the Zephyrs outside of the California Zephyr. He would have been familiar with the decline in passenger service quality from the time he was built in 1940 to the day the Zephyr service ended in 1968. Where Pioneer was only watching this change happen gradually from the outside, Pilot would have lived it.

I'm not sure how much loyalty 2903 would have felt to the culture of the AT&SF, given that he was built so late, was part of such a small class, and honestly didn't even work for that long. I do think, like most engines, he would have felt a sense of pride in his heritage and there might have even been some light ribbing in the MSI yard about how at least the Santa Fe was still going strong even as the Q had to forfeit its identity, but I don't know that the creation of BNSF would have inspired anything in him besides some slight annoyance when the teasing was turned back around on him. "Guess you're a Burlington engine now, chief!" Cue eyeroll. 2903 has never really appreciated the Burlington approach.

As for 999, oh boy lol! Don't even get her started. Her feelings on the NYC and Penn could be a whole essay unto themselves. Suffice to say that they are mixed. The best favor NYC ever did her was retire her before they became the Penn so she wouldn't have to share the name of the railway that scrapped nearly every single one of their steam engines.

[xhuuya]

Zephyr and Tempest.

Cats that are likely to make me fall asleep on the couch mid-afternoon in the midst of video essay YT.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

♥ kink!week ♥ final thoughts + poll

♥ hi everybody!!!! i wanted to do a poll to gather some opinions about all the fics i posted this week. it really interests me which fic will end up being the most popular ♥

♥ kink!week ♥ masterlist

♥♥♥ please, please, ♥ vote ♥ if you've read any of the fics! you don't have to have read all of them. i want to hear your opinion nonetheless! ♥♥♥

♥ thank you all so much for leaving me wonderful feedback this week. it really made my heart sing, and i had so so so much fun ♥

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big thanks to @zephyr-is-tired and @yourhauntedhead for being a continuous writing support and allowing me to send them my unedited trash and scream at them, to @carnivorousflowers for sending me literal essays that i adore, and to @opheliauniverse for editing because i am physically incapable of catching typos

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[disproportionatelysculpting]

Prompt - an old man is sitting in the park below the old tree the old tree here signifies his old age and he is seeing the child play , mid age people giggling, couple walking holding hands and a family man sitting silent in the corner. Like basically he is seeing every phase of human life and you can relate an excited child with butterflies , similarly relating every human phase with something present in the park

I wanted to write in this theme but now you can write if you find the idea nice 👍 you can alter and change accordingly

Happy writing 🎇

Flower for you too 🌷

I want to write this in more of a essay form, might get boring//

In this era of rush, everyone in a chase for something like hamsters stuck on rolling wheels, so am I. Tired of all this craving to find the perfect life and all the ways to be successful, I wished to run away or ruin myself. To take a break from these all, chaos, thoughts, I went on a walk to the grounds nearby, to ground my own pace in this world.

There was an old man sitting on the dais below a tree and I sat beside, breathing in the changing atmosphere from the dull exhausted air of afternoon, to the cold, heavy, yet crisp fresh zephyrs of evening.

I began to notice his face and features, there was a calm and little smile, while his eyes danced around and there were wrinkle and smile lines on his face just like the tree behind us. I followed where his eyes went, to see what made him feel at such peace, one we all are searching, one I couldn't find.

I followed everywhere his eyes went, wondering what was so good about this? I took a look back at his eyes and his smile grew wider. I wanted to ask, why? What is so good about it all? So I took the courage and asked him.

He talked a while, and then told me about how he viewed the world and I think I learned something that day I can never let go of anymore.

There are people around, children hiding and seeking, playing with joys of childhood. Look at the kids, they are so young, carefree, they don't even care about the worldly belonging, because their world is just full of love, like the bees in this tree, they roam around, collecting sweet things in the fields. That's childhood you see.

Groups of teenagers walking back to home, laughing together maybe cracking jokes about how their days went, or about some teacher of their who sucks at school, or maybe something else. Look at those teens and these ants climbing behind the tree, hardworking, to keep themselves alive when the world grows cold, finding little joys even in the competition to survive, greeting each other with smiles and they will fight for their lives. You see that is youth.

Then there is a couple sitting beside a food stall, holding hands, giggling, waiting for the food. Look at those young people so adorably into each other, even getting a little treat is like whole world for them, you see these moments are fleeting, they will disappear just like the food and maybe after a while they will find new recipes to try but the love will always flow in those veins. You see that is love.

There is a young man carrying grocery bags and other with his child in his lapel, reconnecting after seeing each other randomly. They are like bunch of caterpillars fed on same plant but different species, one evolved into a small butterfly other into a moth, maybe one of their friend will be a majestic kind, both pretty in their own kind. Different paths but the process they went is the same. You see that's adulting.

And then there is he, An old man, like this old tree, watching everyone, everything, finding joy in mundanity of these little things, in the minuscule worth of human life. And then there is you, trying to make sense of this world, trying to find a way to bring happiness to your soul without searching the beauty in simplicity. Life is a pathetically abusive race, It took me ages to learn how to appreciate it and I noticed how you craves that knowledge, just like me in my youth. I hope you grow like this tree, it was younger when I was a child, still quite old but it continues to grow more. And look how peaceful it is to sit beneath it and how enormous it is, don't forget life is a race but its also your only life. Don't lose yourself in admist the chaos, I hope you age beautifully, Child.

[denkryn]

no but it’s about her previous selves asking her what she did with this life and amalia responding, “i told someone our name” could write a literal essay about how zephyr has always tried not to get attached or make any real connections with anyone because she knows all too well how easily people go and how much it hurts but somehow 2 lives later, and hundred lives lost around her, she finds herself making the truest (no pun intended) relationship she’s ever had in all her lives.

[otwdfanfic]

For the wip ask game!! Dude both For the Dancing and the Dreaming and The Susan Problem intrigue me so much (I don't think you've ever mentioned For the Dancing and the Dreaming LMAO)

As for The Susan Problem, that's always such a good premise. I adore Narnia and have been interested in that particular part of the story for ages now!! I'm very curious as to how you're gonna tackle it!!

If you don't mind, would you like to share some things about these wips? <333

Phew, sorry I took so long to respond but I was rushing all week to make a costume for the new hunger games movie premiere! I finished it just in time to see the movie yesterday

I don't wanna accidentally spoil plot stuff but For the Dancing and the Dreaming will be a short Snoggletog focused fic, sort of the otwd version of Gift of the Night Fury and Homecoming but it will progress the plot. No huge drama but a lot of interpersonal drama and cozy Snoggletog vibes (idk if you can tell from itpn but I'm just obsessed with the vibes of Snoggletog on Berk). There's 3 things in this fic I'm really excited for:

It takes place a full year after itpn, so we get updates on how everyone's doing and there's a larger time jump between itpn and totg that this fic sits in the middleish of

It's split between the POVs of the whole gang, not just the 3 (including Baldur in his fic) POVs we've seen so far. However there will be 1 new POV in itpn, so there's really only 1 new one left for this

Cute new outfits! Idk if I'll have the energy for the usual fancy character portraits but I'll at least sketch them all like I did for Zephyr's Thawfest dress.

The Susan Problem is named after Gaiman's famous "The Problem of Susan" essay. I don't agree with the idea that there's a sexism problem with Lewis's portrayal of Susan rejecting Narnia in the last book since she's based on his own experience losing his faith as an adult and then returning later. He said that Susan would find her way back to Aslan's Country on her own, so I tried to imagine what that story might look like if he'd written it:

After a year or two living in America, Susan returns to Cambridge for Christmas with her aunt and uncle. She tends to avoid painful memories after her family all died in the book 7 train crash, but oddly her aunt finds her bow and horn in the attic storage. When Susan curiously blows the horn she accidentally brings some of the things that couldn't be destroyed with the rest of Narnia, like the gods Tash and Bacchus, into our world along with some of her vague Narnian memories. I include a lot of strange things like moving stained glass windows, snow sprites dancing in a blizzard, and Peter's voice which is revealed to be the god Apollo acting as a sort of guardian angel guiding her to save our world from some of the darker entities that have crept through the door. Inspired by Lewis's writing about Apollo on a trip to Delphi, the inclusion of greek myth in Narnia, and use of sun imagery with Aslan and Peter, Apollo here is actually another form of Aslan.

I LOVE Lewis's strange, abstract and Hellenistic portrayal of Christianity in Narnia. The borderline fever dream quality it often has feels very me, like Nuffink's dream about the three suns and tall grass and the red man. So I really enjoyed creating my own Narnia story with a Christmas fever dream quality to it! Here's a snippet of my favorite part:

The spectral form became more and more solid, like a person walking toward you with a spotlight behind him. The light dazzled her eyes, and she squinted into it. “Susan,” he repeated. As he stepped forward she could just make out his brilliant golden hair and magnificent shining crown. “Peter!” she shrieked, rushing towards the light and into the very glow that surrounded him. “Oh, Peter, I knew that you were only—” But she stopped short, because within the light he became clear, and she realized with a start that the man wasn’t her brother at all. His crown was rays of pure golden rippling light, not rubies and oak leaves. His hair flowed around his collarbone like Peter’s once had a long time ago, when he was much older than the age he’d died. This man looked her brother’s age though, and his face had the youthful but strong, honest, kingly look of Peter’s. She felt all kinds of sorrow and longing and curiosity. Wariness, too. “Who are you?” The specter smiled softly. “Gentle Susan of the Horn,” he greeted her with a deep, familiar voice. “I am called Apollo, the destroyer.” She frowned. “The destroyer,” she repeated, taking an unconscious step back, but his smile only grew in a way that reached his eyes, light crow’s feet crinkling with amusement. She found that when she stepped away, he became more obscured. “Do not worry,” he told her. “I am the lord of plagues and truth, but I am also the bringer of cures and protector of the herd. The bow you carry is mine, for I am the lord of archery. I am the southern sun, sworn to you. Harm will not come to you by my hand.”

[neurotypical-sonic]

should i write an essay about what i think each of the chao fruits would taste like

I think I've seen a few of these floating around including zephyrs which made me insane slash pos and I would love to see more. So yes PLEASE

[spacedykez]

red apple, hot pepper and grape with an oc of your choosing

red apple: Who does your OC value above all else?

zephyus: above everything, zephyr values entertainment. he starts drama because it's fun to watch and influence. she gets involved in political plots because they are fun. trick LOVES to play with people and toy with them because it's fun. if you can keep zephyr entertained, you can keep yourself alive. if zephyr's NOT entertained, or gets bored of you, or you aren't interesting enough, then bye bye bye baby.

notos: notos values family above everything else. he wants his family to love him, accept him, and get along. but stars family happens to be Literal Gods with extremely diverse personalities that Do Not Always Get Along. and so poor notos (and also boreas, but thats a different essay) is left trying to make everyone get along. buddy is such a people pleaser it hurts. of course you have purple hair, space aesthetics, and abandonment issues.

hot pepper: Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

aeolus: taylor swift, because excuse you actually AEOLUS should be the most popular singer ANYWHERE

grape: what's their circle of people/their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

spades & pinecone: they are from a species called scale-beasts, who i have an entire backstory for. here's the summary:

the bugs of Wing-Wood used to be one species. they lived on the forest floor when the trees were young. but as the trees grew, it grew harder to live among their giant roots and they started to disagree abt where to live. the ancestors of Spiral-Wings (the other species of bug) thought it would be better to find food in the trees and plants and so they evolved to live among the treetops thus their wings and flexible tails and fingers that grip the tree bark and the flowers that can photosynthesize extra food for them. meanwhile the Scale-Beasts dug under the ground to live in the caverns created by the massive tree-roots and be protected by them. they hunt the animals that live on the forest floor and also grow their own plants in their caves they evolved thick scales to protect themselves from the beasts they hunted; long, agile bodies to better move through the tunnels; and many sensitive antennae to help them hear, when they are in dark caves with no light.

i think a group of scale-beasts would be called a hunt. and a group of spiral-wings would be a flutter. or maybe a grove? something like that

[stardew-atlantis]

Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE your oc's? And can I ask for some fun facts abt them?👀🤌

YES, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN 🥺omg I love talking about my OC's

(Idk which ones you wanted facts from but I'm gonna do all of them because why not)

SJ:

while it's not explicitly written into the fic, SJ is actually demi-romantic as well as asexual. It's why she took so long to realize she wanted to be more than friends with Harvey, they needed to develop that bond and trust first before she was able to see him as a romantic option.

SJ teaches Harvey to play Minecraft. They have their own server together. (Harvey mostly builds things and takes care of animals while SJ mines and fights the monsters for him)

SJ knows how to play piano. (Zephyr wanted them to get along better, so he got Elliott to teach SJ piano as a way for them to spend time together)

SJ got her name from that kid in The Blind Side because I thought the name SJ sounded cool XD

My face claim for her is Marisha Ray (with glasses)

Zephyr:

I've probably said this before but I literally can't find the post on my own blog so I'm gonna say it again. Zephyr was actually based on a DnD character I made for a campaign that never got started. It was a cyberpunk themed campaign, so that's why his last name is V, and he was a cybernetically enhanced human/wizard. Which is ironic, because he's basically my only fully-human OC 😅

Zephyr got his name from fantasynamegenerator.com because I wanted a cool robot name. To explain it in stardew, I headcanon that his mom wanted a "Unique" name for her son so she named him Zephyr. (Also since people have asked me this, it's pronounced 'Zeff-er' in case you were wondering)

SJ was the first person Zephyr came out to when he started identifying as bisexual. (He knew for a while, but didn't actually tell anyone right away) Zephyr knew his parents wouldn't approve, so he decided to tell his sister instead. In return, Zephyr was the first person SJ told when she realized she was ace.

Zephyr has done art studies of Elliott. After they start dating, Elliott offers to be a live model for him.

My face claim for him is Bryan Dechart

Isaac:

Isaac is in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall, and he was originally supposed to be an OC for Haunted Chocolatier, but I wanted him to have a stardew backstory so I added him into the main fic. (Yes I already have fics planned for when HC comes out XD)

I don't have a face-claim for him but I made him on the sims before I made his in-game sprite/portrait. He looks like this! (His eyes were originally supposed to be grey but I am still new to pixel art so they're brown, for now...)

I'm still developing his story alongside the others, so I don't have a ton of lore for him yet, but it's coming!

JS:

JS (Jess) is an actual save file that I made in order to do the Joja route in the game. She was supposed to be the Anti-SJ and I'm not creative with names so I named her JS. Her full name is Jessica Sharp.

JS was the reason I first went for Harvey in the game XD I actually married Sebastian in my first ever save file, but after going through all the bachelor's routes on the joja file, I just fell in love with Harvey and he is best boy.

If you count each sentence spoken by JS in "Everest Farm", 22 of those sentences were lies.

JS is an only child in the family she was adopted into.

Despite SJ being asexual, JS is straight (And my only straight OC)

I do have a sim for her too

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the Essay, I never get to do this XD

[trashpremiium]

i'm so anxious i feel like i'm gonna throw up

[will-sigma]

Alan adjusted the gauntlet on his left arm as he stepped up to the ring, feeling the air currents shift as the protective enchantments activated. Across the ring, Corinn was stepping across the boundary and taking up a ready stance.

"I don't have to win," Alan muttered to himself. "I just have to pass." He stepped up and tried to feel as confident as his opponent looked. Corinn was particularly good at combat magic; more annoyingly, he was competitive about it.

Both students settled into place as the officiant activated the magic circle around the ring. Alan again felt the slight shift in pressure as zephyrs changed their minds about what direction to drift in. It was only a test, of course, but students were known to get excited. Alan and Corinn bowed to each other, returned to a ready stance, and waited.

A whistle blew. Alan dropped into a low stance, moving down and right, left arm staying up to deflect the ice bolt coming his way. It slid harmlessly off the enchantments as intended, but more importantly he had the opening he wanted. His right arm was already in motion, conjuring his own return blast of

...glitter?

The air shimmered between them as his spell flowed at Corinn. He had summoned a shield to deflect the direct force, but now a shining cloud was swirling around him. This was no magical show of lights. The motes drifting and settling on them were clearly physical in nature, but couldnt have harmed him even in unprotected combat. He locked eyes with Alan, mild confusion in his eyes.

For Alan, adrenaline was already roaring in his ears, each moment a snapshot with a detailed essay attached to them with notes he didn't have time to read. He understood what happened, of course. He could still feel the way he had channeled his energy ever so slightly wrong, conjuring the wrong material.

The moment passed, and Corinn launched a new attack, trying to push Alan to the edge. Alan allowed him to advance, engaging in direct hand to hand to better deflect and interrupt magical attacks. It would be just as impossible for him to get off an attack, of course, but he realized with mounting terror that the only thing left in his head was glitter.

And then it clicked for him. He found an opening in their brawling, pulled back, and let forth another burst of glitter into Corinn's face.

The wards on Corinn's headband correctly identified the magical flux as an attack. The glitter, each piece shining octamarine as the burst into being, discorporated just as fast before any harm could be done. That didn't stop the slimmer man from yelping in sudden panic and jerking back instinctively.

Alan was ready. He grabbed his opponent by the front of his robes and slammed him to the ground, pinning his arms. Corinn gasped, stretched experimentally for a few seconds, then attempted to relax against the hold.

"I yield," he called out, tapping the ground with a foot. Alan released him and pulled back, offering a hand up. Corinn accepted it; for a moment they locked eyes, and the heat of battle shone in both sets. Then Corinn squeezed Alan's hand for one second, released and stepped back.

The officiant stared at the two of them as they turned to attention. As Alan waited for further instructions, he became aware of how sparkly he was. How sparkly they both were. To say nothing of most of the ring they were standing in.

"Gentlemen, you have both acquitted yourselves well in this match. I give you both passing marks for this test and wish you both the best of luck with your graduation."

Alan and Corinn looked at each other, excitement on both of their faces. Corinn gave a small nod, and Alan flushed at the acknowledgement.

"One more thing, if you please. If you would please dispell all that glitter while I make some notes."

As a mage, your last test is to battle with another student with your magic. The only spell you memorize (before the duel) correctly is to summon craft glitter!

[zephyrrydrake]

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to my blog! I hope you can enjoy whatever the heck I end up posting here!

Who are you?

If you know who Rydrake6 is, you know who I am. If you don't, I'll introduce myself really quick.

You can call me Zephyr. I'm a tiger/dragon hybrid who likes drawing, making music, writing, making games, and doing pretty much any creative thing you can think of. I'm an autistic trans man and a minor, and I've got way too many creative projects to work on.

Why does this blog exist?

This blog was made because I Reblog way too much stuff on my main. Which honestly isn't really a bad thing, but it is inconvenient when I'm trying to find something I posted like an audio or a piece of art and I have to scroll through a literal sea of reblogs to get to it. Other than that, I kind of always wanted a side blog where I don't have to worry about a brand and stuff. Speaking of which, I'm probably going to stop trying to make a brand out of myself and just create things like people are meant to do on the internet instead of being obsessed with numbers and the possibility of earning a living off of making stuff, but that's not a conversation for this post.

What's going to be posted here?

I don't have any particular idea for what I'm gonna post on this blog, just that there are going to be very few, if any, reblogs. Mainly because of the situation with my main blog. However, a few things that you can probably expect from this blog are looks at creative projects that I'm working on (Music, movies, shows, stories, drawings, ect.), Life stuff (Basically whatever I feel like talking about in my life. Nothing identifying though of course. I'm not stupid.), And probably a few shitpost and memes too. If I do Reblog stuff, you're probably gonna see me saying stuff at the bottom.

Boundaries TL;DR

So I realize that I have a bad habit of writing entire fucking essays when I should just keep it short and sweet, and my boundaries are no exception. So here's a quick summary of all of them.

If you're a bad person who supports bad things or you just make me uncomfortable, you're getting blocked.

Don't come into my askbox asking for money or donations.

You can DM me but I am a socially awkward weirdo due to years of isolation so watch out.

Boundries being broken = block.

Long version of my boundaries under the cut.

What are you doing in my house?

Irrelevant. Now lead me to your stash of waffle fries before I eat your firstborn instead.

Long version of the boundary list

Not sure how effective this section is gonna be. I've been told many times that DNIs don't work, but I'll include one anyways just because. It's less of a "Pwetty pwease don't look at my blog UwU" and more of a "If you're any of the things on this list I will block you on sight." So here are some ground rules.

DNI/You will be blocked on sight if you are a TERF, a racist, a transphobe, basically a bigot of any kind, a pedophile, a zoophile, a necrophile, pretty much if you have any kind of paraphilia that actively causes harm to someone or is just straight up gross, if you condone or consume loli/shotacon/cub content, if you condone or consume feral nsfw, if you are a trump supporter, if you are a zionist, or if you are a right winger of any kind. That's all I could think of for the DNI, you don't have to take it seriously I know that DNIs do not work. But I'm just putting this here so that you know that if you are any of the things on this list, you will be blocked on sight. This list is subject to change in the future.

Don't come into the askbox of this blog asking me to donate stuff or boost your posts. I'm not saying that I wouldn't do it, I'm just saying that I want to keep this blog to just being personal stuff. Normally I'd say go to my main blog, @rydrake6, but I'm taking a break right now to think about stuff.

My DMs are open, just don't be a dick. (Also keep in mind that I have pretty bad social anxiety and just bad social skills in general, or so I think, so I might be a little bit awkward.)

Breaking the boundaries listed above will lead to you getting blocked.