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"Hey, have you seen-… Nevermind."

I have troubles sleeping these days so here have a sleepy tokujo gang<33

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@senjutsunade

Tsunade: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

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( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ Happy Birthday @selenophilephile

Happy Birthday @selenophilephile 💜

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@whotookmysenbon

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🎃

The night air feels strangely thick as you walk toward your favorite dango stand, the usually comforting sight now swathed in a dense fog. Shadows twist and shift in the mist, and you swear you see movement at the edge of your vision, but every time you look, there’s nothing there.

When you reach the stand, it’s eerily empty. The lanterns that usually cast a warm glow now flicker with a sickly, pale light, illuminating trays of dango that look… different. The colors are off, muted and strange, the sweet aroma replaced by an odd, metallic scent that prickles at your senses.

Despite the strange atmosphere, your craving gets the better of you, and you reach for a skewer. The moment your fingers touch it, a chill rushes up your arm, and you feel an unsettling, pulsing warmth coming from the dango. You pull back, squinting at the skewered treat. The dango isn’t just warm—it’s throbbing, almost as if it has a heartbeat.

The silence breaks as a soft, whispery voice floats through the fog, laughter lingering in each word. “Hungry, Anko? You’ll never be satisfied…”

Startled, you glance around, but no one’s there. Just you and the strange dango. You look back at the skewers, only to find that each one now has a faint, ghostly face etched onto its surface. Tiny eyes seem to stare back, mouths twisted in silent screams. The heartbeat grows louder, echoing in your ears.

The voice returns, closer this time, as though whispering right into your ear. “Take a bite… or are you afraid?”

You’re left standing there, the dango staring up at you, a silent challenge in the air. You could take the bite, ignoring the eerie pulsing and see what happens, or leave, choosing to investigate the strange voices and shadows swirling around the stand.

tch i've eaten worse *takes a bite*

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Another favorite female character in Naruto—just after Temari hekhek

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @wolfdemonofkonoha

♪o~( ´∀｀)っ┌iii┐

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Pakkun is here to deliver your boops

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It’s late, the village nestled under a heavy blanket of fog that clings to the rooftops like an uneasy ghost. A spectral chill hangs in the air, curling around every silent corner of Konoha. The streets are almost empty, save for you, on patrol, your footsteps muffled by the dense mist that swallows each sound.

As you round a bend near the old Uchiha district, a figure catches your eye—a flickering shadow at the end of a long, narrow alley. The air shifts, carrying a faint, metallic smell—rusted iron, maybe blood. The flickering shadow seems to stand in the same spot, as though waiting, yet each time you blink, it appears to have moved closer, impossibly fast.

The surrounding houses feel alive, their broken windows and charred beams warped into twisted, leering faces. One shudders as you pass, and a low creak breaks the silence, sounding eerily like a groan. Your pulse quickens. You ready a kunai, its tip glinting under the ghostly light of a slivered moon half-hidden by clouds.

Then, you hear it—a soft, whispery chuckle that echoes down the alley, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. You scan for the source, but there’s no one there—only your shadow cast against the wall, except…it doesn’t quite look like your shadow.

Instead, it’s taller, with hollowed eyes and elongated fingers stretched out toward you, as if ready to pull you down into the darkness beneath the village.

*makes hand sign* RELEASE

... good one Kurenai, you almost had me there (๑¯ω¯๑)

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@whotookmysenbon it's your lucky day ... i give up biting and I give you boop

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... hiii

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... still waiting for the day

sorry for biting... it's my love language🫶

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sorry for biting... it's my love language🫶

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if there's dessert involved you have yourself a deal

"Pick someone else."

cmon Ibiki you're past due for a good chomp. it'll be as whimsical as ever ♡

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"Pick someone else."

cmon Ibiki you're past due for a good chomp. it'll be as whimsical as ever ♡

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might as well save yourself some time and flip it again ... i'm on a biting frenzy today

I'm just here to be whimsical and horny and mildly concerning