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HP and the Lady of Shadows Ch 4

Good morning,

Chapter 4 for the second half of Heir to the Dark Arts is up! We have now entered the World Cup! (and possibly set it ablaze.)

AL-1 and her best friend. First attempt at drawing Bayverse Optimus

Wanted to give these two some love. The one in color is Celeste telling Snape to wipe the I told you so look off his face. The second is just a cute sketch I did

Follow up art to Marik brainwashing Kia to use against Seto. Unfortunately for him, Obelisk broke her free. But his attack isn’t without damage.

Latest chapter up on my AO3

Can you do some more body language descriptions? For different emotions like Worry, sadness, love, etc!! Ty🩷🩷

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Worry

She wrung her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled to keep her thoughts in check.

He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze darting anxiously around the room.

She pulled at her sleeve, the movement repetitive and absentminded as her mind raced.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.

They hugged their arms tightly across their chest, as if trying to hold themselves together.

She paced the room, her steps quick and uneven as she tried to shake off the nagging sense of dread.

Sadness

She wiped at her eyes, even though no tears had fallen yet.

He let his shoulders sag, his whole body slumping as if the weight of the world rested on him.

She clutched her scarf tightly, her fingers gripping the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

He kept his head low, staring at the ground as if afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.

They let out a shaky exhale, the sound heavy with unspoken grief.

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Love

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and shy as she met his gaze.

He brushed her hand lightly, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

They leaned closer, their knees nearly touching, as if drawn together by an invisible force.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression tender and full of quiet affection.

He laughed easily, the sound warm and unguarded, his gaze never leaving her face.

She reached out to fix his collar, her fingers lingering as she adjusted it carefully.

Guilt

He avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

She rubbed her temples, her hands trembling.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stay still.

She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed.

They bit their lower lip, their jaw tightening.

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his movements jerky and hesitant.

Fear

She took a step back, her breath quickening as her eyes darted to the nearest exit.

He clenched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, as if trying to steady his pounding heart.

She froze in place, her body stiff and her movements tentative, like a deer caught in headlights.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as he fought to calm himself.

They pressed their back against the wall, their hands splayed out.

She whispered under her breath, her words shaky and barely audible.

Jealousy

He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as his gaze followed her every move.

She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythm sharp and irritated as she forced a smile.

He clenched his fists at his sides, the tension in his knuckles betraying his calm demeanor.

She cast a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line.

They shifted in their seat, their shoulders stiff.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his movements brisk and frustrated as he fought to contain his thoughts.

Relief

She exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension melted away.

He ran a hand down his face, his smile faint but unmistakably genuine.

She laughed shakily, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart.

He slumped against the nearest chair, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up.

They let their head fall back, their eyes closing as a soft, contented sigh escaped their lips.

She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the table as the weight lifted from her mind.

Embarrassment

She tugged at the collar of her shirt, her cheeks flushing as she avoided everyone’s gaze.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his lips twitching into an awkward, forced smile.

She bit her lip, her hands fluttering nervously.

He let out a strained laugh, scratching the side of his head.

They hid their face in their hands, peeking out between their fingers with a sheepish grin.

She stumbled over her words, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt as her cheeks burned bright red.

Stuck sick in bed so doodling a lot. Second part to the last pic

“Look Ce!” Kisara twirled in the sleeveless cloak, “I’m Seto Kaiba!”

Celeste arched a brow, “Does he know you have that on? I thought he banned you from his closet after what happened to the purple one?”

Her friend winced, “That was not my fault.”

More cutesy #Blueshipping

Probably not a good idea to terrorize your boyfriend when he knows you are just as ticklish as he is. *shrugs*

Centenni Saga Book 1: Awakening (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/388252608-centenni-saga-book-1-awakening?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=MorganShetty 

The prologue for my original work, Awakening, Book 1 of the Centenni Saga is now up on WattPad! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Chapter 14- AL1

Took way longer to update than I wanted but viola!

Absolutely unnecessary just felt like being funny

Snape and Minnie

“Happy birthday, Severus Snape—a life stolen too soon, but a courage that remains timeless”

This year reminds us that, in the world of stories, Severus Snape would have turned 65. At this age, he’d barely be considered old—still walking the twilight of middle age, with time to reflect, heal, and perhaps find the peace that always eluded him.

It’s a sobering thought: only 27 years ago, his life was cut short at the age of 38. So young, with countless years ahead to grow beyond the shadows that defined him. He never saw the turning of seasons that age might have brought—wisdom without war, love without pain, and a life lived for himself, not for sacrifice.

In his absence, he lingers—ageless and eternal. A life unfinished, yet a legacy that transcends time. In the hearts of those who remember, Severus Snape remains forever young—a timeless figure in a story that endlessly inspires.

Chugging right along with #BlueShipping! Chapter 24 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60809227/chapters/158813521

Ok. I have probably listened to EPIC way more than is healthy but here it is.

The future CEO of Industrial Illusions, Kisara Crawford!

Another Yugi Oh Art dump. The girls after Mai got pummeled by the ocean on vacation. Then more #BlueShipping

Just a quick sketch of Kia and her older brother

Pegasus: You’re boyfriend such horrid things to me!

Kisara: Were you in there antagonizing him again?

Pegasus: Absolutely not!

Chapter 20 is up and so we enter Battle City!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60809227/chapters/158204713

Inspired by that Ted scene that’s been circulating again. Just a quick doodle.

Wanted to experiment with tone using Celeste. Thematically, death tends to follow her and she cannot stop it.

“Seto, I promise I am fine!” Kisara protested.

“You have a burn on your neck from where he touched you! You call that fine?”

More blue shipping now that Ch 16 is up!

Lady of Shadows

Part 2 of Heir to the Dark Arts has begun! So excited for year 4 because we will move away from the castle more!

“You’re Mine” by Disturbed

In the spirit of the holiday I wanted to post some festive art. Celeste and Sev in the snow. Meanwhile Kaiba Corp has been taken over by the decorative elves!