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Y'know. I was actually considering not posting these for a while… But, best not to hide about what I spent the most time indulging in for the past months. (especially since this would be the 5th time I’ve done so) I’m. STILL. VERY MUCH in love with Yamcha having a daughter (and the art style of that one OVA). Those Dragon Balls are a gift 💙🌸👍🏽

….Also the first image was another prompt from that exact same unfinished DBZ art meme I gave myself… (Being: “Do you have any OC’s?” and at this point, she counts since it’s always the same child.)

And since people kept asking, and I need to own up to what I’ve done for once: the girl’s name is “Yantan.” She’s a dumpling.

“I suppose it is worth taking a minute to clarify…”

“…so let’s talk about mana flares!”

“I’m sure any unicorns in the audience will be familiar with this term, but the rest of you might be confused. Mana flares are what happen when a unicorn tries to focus too much magical energy – or “mana” - into casting a spell, and doesn’t discharge the magic correctly. The result is a huge, magical explosion that can do almost anything to the caster or the caster’s surroundings! It allows the caster to preform nightmares and miracles that even the most experienced mages would never be capable of. Unfortunately, mana flares are entirely uncontrollable, and occur most commonly in foals, so they usually serve as an inconvenience – an inconvenience that sometimes ends with fatalities, that is.”  

“I was fortunate enough to avoid frying myself or my mother with energy, and no lasting harm was even done to the library that had surrounded me. A number of priceless books suffered a few scorched pages, but I was never confronted over that, so I tend to not worry about it.”

“As my horn lit up and exploded with light, I was told Dr. Knack protected my mother and herself with a shielding spell. The mage had to hold my mom back from trying to help me, knowing it was always best to let a flare run its course. Otherwise, the spell that was building up inside me could’ve affected her, too. When I was younger, I wished it had.”

“Alas, it did not. In fact, the flare didn’t even seem to have had an effect on me at the time. It did, however, cause my mother to finally realize how bad of an idea this all was. She assured Dr. Knack that she had plenty of material for her article before requesting the mage’s assistance in escorting us to the exit. I was told that Mom then propped me on her back, trying to carry my exhausted self as inconspicuously as she could. The moment we exited the Ministry, however, she broke into a sprint, taking me straight to our family’s private physician. After explaining what had happened (and leaving out the more illicit details of the story), our doctor assured her that mana flares were extremely common for colts of my age, and that – as long as I spent the rest of the day in bed while refraining from attempting to use my horn for any purpose whatsoever – I would be fine. This news officially cancelled our trip to the park, and I – as groggy as I was from how the incident had drained me – found that to be the day’s leading blow of bad news. From there, we returned home, and I was tucked back into bed while the sun was still high in the sky. It would’ve been the worst day ever, but Mom brought me cookies from a local bakery later, and that made things a lot better.”

“That was the last day of my life as a tiny. The spell my mana flare left inside me began taking effect very slowly, and I only noticed it once I woke up the next morning. My eyes had opened to the strange sensation of walls closing in on me. My bedroom in our mansion had been huge, but, that morning, I was hardly able to stand without brushing the tip of my horn against the ceiling. The frame of my bed had cracked beneath me in my sleep, and my hind legs had outgrown the mattress that usually seemed excessively large for a colt of my size. At first, I thought I had just finished growing up really fast, but – in confronting a terrified servant who crossed me on my way to breakfast – I was informed that life didn’t work like that. He redirected me to my mother, and she was mortified to see what had become of my little self. I, on the other hoof, was practically hopping with excitement. In a single night, I had become one of the largest ponies in Canterlot, and that would only be the beginning of my story.”

[This post will be followed by a brief conclusion that will wrap up the details of Snap’s growth story. Thankfully, there is much more to learn about Snap beyond how he grew, so I will continue answering regular questions once my conclusion is out of the way. Lastly, the final image in this post was drawn by @goattrain, and I would like to thank him kindly for his awesome edition to this tale.]

If monbebes turn rude and disgrace the fandom I’m leaving like if newer monbebes try to give us a bad name try to tell them to chill monbebe to monebebe

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

your mobility aids aren’t ugly and they don’t make your appearance any less attractive.


okay so this got out of hand but anyway


Hello! Sorry I’ve been inactive for the past week – I’ve been coming home tired and feeling sluggish and I don’t know why ;;v;; I think I should try getting some proper sleep this weekend (usually I only get 3-5 hours a night) ;;v;;

I’ve received recent asks about the Zen Feels Train – please know that it will be updated after the holidays ^o^ Thank you for your interest ♥ I’m also working on some holiday artworks that I hope to finish before the month ends :D ((It’s super fun I hope you guys will like it ^__^))

I’m sorry for letting the messages pile up – I’m trying my best replying privately to some and I’m compiling the others for posting • v •;;; Feel free to resend your ask && tell me if you want a reply right away! I really appreciate all your messages and I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to brighten up my day ♥ ♥ ♥ Please give me a bit more time! Thank you!

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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