#ilabarattolo

🌙🌟 GUEST ARTIST FEATURE 🌟🌙

ilaBarattolo / @ilabarattolo​

We are so excited to have such a talented artist as our COVER ARTIST for the zine.  💜

Applications are open until Sep 2.! 💜

asdfghjkl <3 my BFF offered me this BEAUTIFUL SasuSaku totebag by Dymx-chan for my birthday!! *D* I’m so happy! She knows me so well, she knows how much I love Dym’s art. She also bought a totebag by ilaBarattolo for her. We met and we became friends through SasuSaku, I was making fanarts and she was writting fanfictions. So, these bags have special meaning for us. Even if we’re apart we’re connected with these bags, they mean so much, thanks to @dymx and @ilabarattolo for their amazing arts. :)

It came! My new cup with my favorite ships done by one of favorite artists ilabarattolo !! get it here from society6

the shipping was really fast (I live in Australia and i ordered it on the 27th) And it’s really big and shiny!

you said you wanted angst so here with go with 8 ;A;

also, i guess a continuation to this

8. things you said when you were crying

It was several hours after it all went down before Sakura quietly slipped out of their house to join him on the back porch. He didn’t say anything while she moved to gingerly sit down beside him, small hands finding his forearm and squeezing gently as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her thumbs brushed his skin in a comforting gesture, and Sasuke let a soft sigh pass his lips.

“How is she?” he asked, staring at the large expense of their backyard with tired eyes.

Wrapping her arms fully around his bicep, Sakura murmured, “Exhausted. She fell asleep crying while I held her.”

His throat tightened, and he swallowed, eyes falling shut at the wave of guilt washing over him. Sakura’s hand quickly found his at this, and he tightly interlocked their fingers together, squeezing.

“She’ll be okay, Sasuke-kun. Don’t beat yourself up too much for this. Sarada’s just… been going through a bit of a rough time lately.” After a slight pause, she added, “But when we explain to her, she’ll understand. I know it.”

Flashes of her trembling, shattered little form sobbing brokenly on the floor of their home rushed through his mind, and Sasuke’s jaw clenched, sorrow crushing down on his heart with such force it almost hurt to breathe. He had hurt her so much–so, so much. How could he ever look at her again, knowing he had broken her little heart?

Voice tight and nearly raspy, he said, “…I don’t know if she’ll ever want me to hear out what I have to say.”

His wife lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes sad as she looked at him. “What makes you say that?”

His hand slipped from hers and went to hide his face. “The way she looked at me,” he whispered, breaths falling heavier, and more disjointed. His body began to tremble under the weight of his grief, tears blurring his vision. “I could see it in her eyes, she… she hates me…” 

Breath shaking, he brought his hand down to look at her, hands finding her own to cling to her tightly as he said, his voice cracking as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks, “I’m a bad father, aren’t I?”

My little dedication to the sasusaku fandom , particularly to the italian sasusaku fandom and some great italian SS artists , like 

ilabarattolo: http://ilabarattolo.deviantart.com/

                 nassel​: http://nassel-nkrauser.deviantart.com/

              delia88pri:http://delia88.deviantart.com/

You are great i'm proud of you!!

 Song: "Quel posto che non c'è " Band: Negramaro 

Translation:

Eyes into eyes and try to tell me if

you know me a bit or afterall there's another one on my face

who you don't think is similar to me.

hands into hands and try to hold

all that you can't find

in others but in me

almost by magic

it seems like it's coming up again through my fingers

If just i could hold my breath before speaking

if just i had the words, the right ones, to be able to tell you

something about me that wouldn't look like you then

if just i could hold my breath before thinking

if just i had the words, the big ones

to be able to surround you

and what is about me

afterall is not beauty

Mouth into mouth and don't wonder why

all comes back then

to that place that isn't there, where by magic

you breathe from my tummy

you might tell me a new taste to eat days up

you'd have the certainty that afterall you want to trust me then

that place that isn't there

swallowed everyone except for me

you should draw a new face and eyes to me to look at me

you'd have the certainty that it wouldn't be me you want to trust then

to that place that isn't there

you've only sent me