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RANMA!!!

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Ode to MONKEY MAN, god what a movie.

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Bench Trio🟩🟥🟨

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Eu desenhei isso a um bom tempo, bem antes das polêmicas de dsmp. Eu adorava os conceitos por trás desse Trio e as fan artes que via na net! É um conjunto de personagens interessante, por isso tó repostando aqui.

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[#DMC5] "If you want it... then you'll have to take it." ⚔

[Info 💬] Photo/Screenshot study of Vergil from Devil May Cry 5.

If no one's got me, I know the Lasso Tool's got me :D! (Lasso to overpaint is so much fun!!!)

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Croissant Girlie <3

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it took me a month to make this drawing due to uni and work, I wish it could be well received

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(old post) Happy one month anniversary to the famous Bumbleby confession scene and Happy Lesbian Visibility week! Here's a Yang 🥰🥰

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The Withered Bonnie art is done! I've made it animated with sound. Let me know what you guys think! The animation and sounds were made with Canva, sounds were taken from fnaf files and Pixabay and the artwork was made by me and just put it together in Canva!

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Just look at Spudsy's star employees! They'll earn that legendary corporate pizza party in no time!

My final art piece of 2024! Bubble was made by my friend the.artist.64 over on Instagram 😁

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I've not drawn Brainiac in a few months so I had to draw him again.

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go watch funny magic girl pilot

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Look at them 😩😭 Work in progress

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Mike & Pac 🟩🟦

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Ken Takakura💥

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Both Draco and Serena’s eyes widened as they slowly turned around to find their Potions Master standing directly behind them, one curious brow raised.

“Well, what is it?” he asked.

They glanced at each other, silently begging the other to come up with something—anything—to say. Then, thankfully, something popped into Serena’s head.

“Oh! Professor Dumbledore said you were looking for me?”

Snape's eyes moved between them before he finally responded. “You're late for our usual meeting,” he said, then turned to Draco. “You're dismissed.”

“Right, Professor,” Draco replied quickly, grabbing the DNA potion they'd just finished brewing. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Serena.” With that, he hurried out of the classroom.

Once Draco was gone, Snape walked over to his desk and began preparing Serena’s potion.

For the first time all year, Serena felt awkward around him. She had only just learned that Snape was her father and hadn’t had time to process it, let alone figure out how to talk to him about it. Snape wasn't exactly… easy to talk to.

“Rumor has it you had quite the night. Helping Potter fight a basilisk, were you?” Snape said, his back still turned.

“Uh, yeah… has it really spread around that fast?” Serena asked, responding to his question with one of her own.

“This is Hogwarts. You’d best get used to it if you plan on staying,” he replied coolly. Then he turned and approached her with a vial of red liquid. “You must be tired. You missed your dosage last night and arrived late for this one.”

Now that he mentioned it, she did feel sluggish. She took the vial and drank it down, not wanting to risk being too weak to fight off the bloodlust. Instantly, strength returned to her body, and she felt like herself again—no, better.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was until now. I feel better, thanks.”

Snape gave her a brief nod, his version of you’re welcome, then returned to his desk. Normally, Serena would have left at that point, continuing her day like usual. Her feet even started to carry her toward the door—but something made her pause. She felt torn. Should she say something? And if she did, what would he say?

Snape didn’t exactly give off fatherly energy. Would he even want to know what she knew? Maybe the potion hadn’t worked. Maybe she was making something out of nothing.

“Is there something else I can help you with?” Snape’s voice broke through her thoughts. She turned to face him again.

That’s when she noticed it—something glowing with shifting colors on a smaller side table. Another cauldron. It looked like the potion she and Draco had brewed. Another DNA potion?

“Um, Professor… what kind of potion is that?”

Snape visibly stiffened. It took him a moment to respond.

“It’s a DNA potion. Professor Dumbledore asked me to brew it,” he said quickly.

“How does that kind of potion work?”

“It identifies matching DNA. If there's a match, it changes color.”

Serena’s curiosity deepened. Whose DNA was Dumbledore having him test? Did she even want to know?

“Whose DNA were you trying to match?”

Snape stood straighter and avoided her eyes. “That’s none of your concern. If you need nothing else, I have other matters to attend to.”

“Was it mine?”

Serena was shocked to hear herself say it. She hadn’t planned to ask—but the words had slipped out.

She remembered the Pensieve memory Dumbledore had shown her, the one about her parents. Could this really be about her?

Snape remained frozen, silent.

“Should I take your silence as a yes? Whose DNA did you match it with?”

Still no response.

“I’m only asking because… well… Draco and I brewed one of our own.”

That got a reaction. Snape tensed even more, though he didn’t speak.

“We didn’t have any other DNA samples to test with, but Draco had an idea—we used signatures.”

Serena glanced back at Snape’s potion as she spoke.

“I found out that around the time I was conceived was also the date of Draco’s parents' wedding. Knowing who my mother was—and that she was close to the Malfoys at the time—it made sense she’d be there. Draco got the wedding guest book. My mother’s name was listed… but there was no signature beside it.”

Snape didn’t move.

“While I was in the hospital wing, Draco suggested using the signatures instead of DNA as a substitute. We modified the potion slightly.”

Finally, Snape spoke—his voice low. “I suppose that could work.”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s why I’m curious about your potion. If it was for me, maybe we got the same result. It could confirm our findings.”

She left the ball in his court, hoping he’d volunteer his result. But he didn’t.

“So… to answer your question. Yes, we got a result—if the potion worked, that is.”

A long silence stretched between them.

“There was only one name that turned the potion colorful. All the others turned black. That one name… was yours, Professor.”

Serena watched him closely.

Time seemed to freeze.

Finally, Snape took a deep breath and said, “I knew. I’ve known for a while.”

Serena’s eyes widened. “You… knew? So this potion was for me. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Snape looked away. For the first time since Serena had come to Hogwarts, he looked… unsure. Vulnerable. He always seemed so composed—intimidating, even. But not now.

“You know what? You don’t have to answer that. I get it. It’s… not an easy conversation.”

Snape turned to face her again but remained silent.

“I mean… how do you even start a conversation like that? ‘Oh, by the way, I think I might be your father?’” She let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease the tension. But of course, Snape didn’t react.

Still, it must’ve helped. Because after a long pause, he finally spoke again.

“You were right… about the timing. It was the night of the Malfoy wedding. The last time I saw your mother. I was… rather intoxicated. I don’t remember much after that. When I woke up, she was gone.”

“So… you don’t know where she is?”

Snape shook his head.

“Was she really as bad as everyone says? Draco’s dad definitely doesn’t like her.”

“She was… a troublemaker. But brilliant, magically speaking. As for Lucius, he never spoke much of his personal life—but he never missed a chance to drag Lelianna’s name through the mud.”

Serena sighed. Not what she wanted to hear. She longed to know both of her parents, but this journey was proving to be more complicated than she expected.

“What are your plans for the summer, Serena?”

The sudden question pulled her back.

“I was going to head back to New York. A Portkey is being arranged—it’s faster than flying, apparently.”

“Yes, it is.” Snape hesitated. “The only reason I ask is because… I have a spare room at my home. You’re welcome to stay there. If you want to. I won’t force you.”

He broke eye contact again, clearly uncomfortable—but there was something genuine behind the offer.

Serena was stunned. She never imagined Snape would make such an offer, but it filled her with unexpected warmth. All her life, she’d longed to know her parents—and now here was her father, offering her a place in his home.

Without thinking, she rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

With a tear in her eye, she said, “That sounds good to me.”

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