the new art in my recent chapter <3 done by me!
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the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
you’ve left me in the dark
[id: a digital portrait of leola from the dragon prince. a young elven girl with purple and blue skin with stars as freckles. she has long white hair with a magenta galaxy-like underside and small braids framing her face. she has magenta eyes and a single purple horn, like a unicorn’s, coming from her forehead. she wears a sleeveless high-necked deep purple top with a star in the middle of her chest, glowing. she is looking up, the background around her featuring tendrils of smoke and a burst of lines behind her. end id]
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Clip it, Baby! SNS Streamer!AU Chapter 14 (Final one/epilogue!) SNIPPET/Up tomorrow!
The epilogue of Clip it, Baby! is going up tomorrow around noon, as usual. I'm so sorry for the wait - I didn't want to let it go. Thank you all for the support, and the rest of my words are there <3 About 6k words.
here's a snippet!
“Hello,” Itachi says, holding out a hand. His face is unreadable.
Naruto greets him with a fervent shake of the offered hand, trying not to fall forwards when Itachi reciprocates. “It’s nice to talk to you! In, uh, a non-awkward context,” he offers, smiling crookedly. “Sasuke told me you don’t mind Taco Bell! You should let me treat you some time — I’m glad you can appreciate good food.”
“Fucking disgusting,” A voice that is obviously Sasuke’s barks from the kitchen, spilling over with vitriol. “You’re disgusting, and that place is even worse. It’s not real Mexican food!”
“Language, little brother,” Itachi calls back, completely enveloped in the role of a stern older sibling figure. He turns to Naruto again, giving a sage nod. “Yes. I enjoy their, ah, Crunchwrap Supreme, I believe it’s called.”
Another distant groan of pure agony rings from Sasuke. “You grew up eating freshly cooked soba and hand caught mackerel, Itachi! Where did it go wrong?” The sounds of a wooden spatula hitting the edges of a frying pan multiply in volume and frustration as Sasuke smolders with fury deeper inside of the traditional Japanese house.
“Ignore him,” Itachi deadpans. “He’s yet to understand the joys of a crunchy taco shell.”
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