#*and* they are feeding the hostages good food and keeping their quarters clean

[queerbauten]

[ID: a screenshot from an article. The text reads:

"Nothing could surpass the barbarism of what Hamas did that day. I have seen and covered many conflicts in my life, but I have never seen anything quite like this. "As I said after watching at the Israeli embassy the other day the unedited footage of the massacre, this is one occasion when saying that some people are worse than the Nazis is not hyperbole. "Average members of the SS and other killing units of Hitler's were rarely proud of their average days' work. Very few felt that shooting Jews in the back of the head all day and kicking their bodies into pits was where their own lives had meant to end up. "Many spent their evenings getting blind drunk to try to forget. Nazi commanders had to worry about staff 'morale'. When the war ended, the Nazis tried to pretend that Treblinka and other death camps never existed. "Compare this with the behaviour of Hamas on October 7. As those of us who have viewed the raw [the text cuts off here]".

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when jewish publications post actual holocaust revisionism about how these horrible barbaric palestinians could never match up to the beautiful perfect deeply sorry nazis like bro 😭 hitler won, at least in spiritual terms

[shenanigansandtriumph]

Writing Inktober Day 1- Power.

Your operator had bitten off more than she could chew. Nothing new there. She had just entered into a black romance with some hotshot outlaw, and now she was being held hostage by a group of highbloods that took issue with the new company she was keeping. You were already approved to cull her captors. The flight over was one of the more nerve-wracking flights that you’ve had since you were built.

On the way there, your comm link with her was mostly filled with her sobbing. She was such a baby sometimes. She should know that you have her back. And that means her back is clean enough to eat off of. Not, like, literally, that would be kind of gross. Maybe? After a quick search, you learn that rich business trolls sometimes eat food off of a nude troll’s body. Huh.

You arrive at your Operator’s hive, and wow, you forgot how shabby her hive is on the outside.You do a quick scan. The door was broken down, obviously. You sense seven life forms in the basement. Ugh, you really didn’t like going down there. At least it was tight quarters. You weren’t approved for any extra ordinance, so it’s just you, six hostile trolls, your Operator, and your culling spike.

Your comm link opens back up, but your operator is not on the other side. Instead, you get the face of some douchey highblood, poking at the video feed of her end. Great.

“Hey, what’s all this equipment for? Are you one of th--”

Your operator jumps up, only to be shoved back down by another highblood, “H-Hey! Uhm. Don’t touch that! You’re going t--”

A highblood slaps her before she can finish, “Shut up, Bitch! If we wanted you to talk, we would’ve squeezed your pretty little head.”

Well, looks like it’s time to save her pesky ass. You walk through her door, conveniently drone sized, and begin the descent down into her basement. Her hive was designed to look inconspicuous. Shitty on the top, with a good sized basement she could work out of. You have the distinct pleasure of fighting in a room specifically designed for you to barely fit inside. Lucky you.

You can already feel how this surprise party is going to end. Your culling spike extends just as you step into view of the grubnappers, and a few of them audbily panic.

“Greetings, Imperial Citizens, I am Imperial Drone [#2727]” your speaker changes tones dramatically, going back into the default drone voice, “YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF CAUSING HARM TO IMPERIAL OPERATOR [#2727], THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH.”

“W-Woah, wait, wha--” One of the highbloods try to interrupt your cool entrance. You repay him with a swift punch to his stupid face. Your Operator put a lot of work into programming that introduction. The bastard. Well, Ex-Bastard, now, you suppose. Maybe you over-reacted. You turn to the other party-goers, no one else looks like they’re having fun.

One of the highbloods pull a knife on you. You never understood this reaction. The knife isn’t even made of anything tough, it’s just some steel ass knife. Before you know it, your spike has buried itself in his hand, and he dropped the knife. Where is your operator? Small arms fire erupts from behind you, and your indicator tells you that someone just hit three times directly where the base of your pine would be. On a troll, it would be a paralyzing shot, at least. You turn around, swinging your arm behind you, swatting the hostile troll into the wall, hard enough to leave a person sized dent in the wall. Well, there’s two down. Three, if you count the highblood bleeding on the floor with a hole in his hand.

Three to go. The shock of your arrival appears to be wearing off. All things must come to a close, you suppose. You spot your operator finally uncurling herself on her couch. She could handle at least one of these twerps, that just leaves two for you. Easy enough.

One of the grubnappers began reaching for some sort of weapon, a rifle that is strapped to his back. His reaction time is terrible. He looks genuinely shocked when you pin his hand to his shoulder with your culling spike. His extra hand does his best to pull himself free, but wow, is he weak. Maybe he’s right-handed.

Your operator informs you to stop ambling around and take care of the other two. You ask her how she’s talking to you right now. She says to stop asking stupid questions. Stab a dude with the other dude.

You do as she says, and now there are two trolls on your spike, and a good amount of screaming. With a gesture, your spike flares out, and now these two people are basically married to the idea of being on your spike.

Screaming? Oh, there’s still one more. You thought your operator could take them on. Catch them by surprise. Sometimes you forget she isn’t really trained for combat. You turn around to find her curled up in a corner while the last highblood points a sword at her.

“Alright, Asshole, if you make one more move. this lady gets it.” 

That’s an interesting tactic. It certainly made you hesitate for 1.7 milliseconds. Your programming makes a note of that. Now, how are you going to incapacitate this guy? He’s on the other side of the room, just out of melee range. You’d need to advance a few feet, and in that time he’ll impale your operator. So that’s out. You ask your operator. She tells you to give it a couple of seconds.

“Ha, there we go. Can’t let this precious one get killed, eh? What a pushover.” He turns his back to you, trying to pick up your operator. She informs you that there are a few extra drone parts behind you. She is struggling to keep him from picking her up. Maybe you should hurry. You reach behind you and grab a pretty hefty, spiky bit and throw it just about as hard as you can. It goes straight through his chest, clean in, clean out. the injury doesn’t even bleed that much. Well, it doesn’t get on the walls. most of it goes into the good sized hole you just put in the wall of the business.

Well, you know, if she wanted something done lightly, she could have called the.... anybody else. She stands up and goes to her computer. You see her send out a work order to fix her basement. She then tells you to get out of here.You ask her why. She over-rides your question, and you start leaving. You wish she didn’t have this much control over you, but whatever. At least you finally got to test your weapon on a group of trolls. As you climb up the stairs, you remember that there are two trolls stuck to your culling spike. You retract it, and the trolls tumble back down the stairs. The repair bots will probably take the bodies with them. Looks like another problem of yours has been solved with brute strength and power. Good for you.

[roraewrites]

two - anticipation

Glass Heart Rating: M And he was in the darkness, so darkness he became.

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The cool cloth against her skin refreshes her body, her soul, resets her mind and rids the negative thoughts.

Her lips are still chapped, sore from scabs that she chews at on her bottom lip, but she's no longer shacked, hanging from the ceiling. Instead, she's put in her own cell behind closed bars. Sakura finds that staying here is getting old, and while she knows she can break out at any given time, she wouldn't make it far with him still wandering the halls.

Especially at night.

She senses him wandering, his soul lost to the darkness, trying to find it but he can't.

It's during the latest hours at night when she senses him nearby, his dark aura sending shivers down her spine, making her fingers tremble. Sakura fears that he'll come to her in the dark again, his ominous blood red eyes staring right through her and to the soul of her very body.

As Sakura runs the cloth down the side of her face, she presses it to her temple, letting her pores soak the soothing liquid within her skin. The air in this chamber is musty, smells of death and rotting flesh. The breeze that brushes across the ground is also cool and when it's late at night, brings shivers to Sakura's sleeping form.

She knew that Kabuto would be coming soon, to deliver the small ration of food that they allowed her to eat. Every time he stopped by, she grew quiet, refused to answer his jabbing insults or interrogative sentences. He was like the spec of dirt that gets caught under a finger nail, or a piece of meat that gets stuck between teeth; annoying and unnecessary.

On queue, she can hear his sandals smack against the stone tiles as he makes his way towards her. Sakura puts the cloth down, hiding it from his view. She had ripped part of her shirt off, forming it into a make shift cloth to clean her wounds and her face from any dirt, blood, bile, or whatever else she had on her face and body.

"Good morning, Sakura."

His greeting is anything but kind, his voice monotone as he tilts his chin down and peers at her over the frames of his glasses. The dark eyes that look at her hold a menacing look, threatening her in every way possible, but Sakura shoulders the look and continues to stare at him with crossed arms.

He places the small plate by the bars, kicking it through the tight space, but only to have it clatter against the iron and topple over.

Her food for the day now spoiled, but she doesn't mind. Sakura has lost her appetite due to the high stress levels in her mind, the anxiety furrowing in her body, the very core of her a nervous wreck.

The next item that Kabuto places against the dirty ground is a small cup of water, enough to last her a day if she uses it responsibly. He doesn't move from his spot though, only stares at Sakura with clouded eyes and a makeshift smile.

Sakura's emerald green eyes fall to the cup on the ground, sitting patiently as it awaits her to approach and pick it up; that's what she does. She tries to rid Kabuto's appearance, his presence, by blanking him out and forgetting him one hundred percent. As she reaches for the tin cup, it's too late. Kabuto's hand reaches through the bars and grasps her shirt, pulling her and smacking her chest and knees roughly against the iron.

"I said good morning."

Sakura can feel her nostrils flaring, her heart thudding against her chest and all she can do is narrow her evergreen eyes at him. The angrier she looks, the closer Kabuto inches to her face, until their noses are only centimeters apart.

She can smell iron wafting off of his skin, probably from the experiments that him and Orochimaru work on while she stays put in her cell, counting the seconds, minutes, days that she's been here.

"Fuck off," she spits out, along with the saliva that catapults from her throat and sails through the air and onto his cheek. He throws her back abruptly and pushes away from the bars, wiping at his face furiously.

Sakura, falling to her rear and rolling into a defensive stance, stares at him like a crazed animal, a tiger being closed bars. Her eyes glowing in the light that entered her cell and narrowing in on Kabuto once more.

"You're so going to regret that!" His yell rips through the cell, echoing off the walls and sounding through the corridor. His dark eyes are even more clouded now, glossed over from the demon inside him, hungry for her blood. But once their staring match is over, he exits the room on his heel, turning to glance at Sakura from over his shoulder.

She smirks, another victory and aimless threat from the white haired medic. To add to her victory, her cup of water still stood its ground in between iron bars. Sakura's lips turned to a smile, cracking the dried skin and scabs and the instant taste of copper entered her mouth.

After one quick sip, Sakura sighed a low, short sigh. She could feel her days growing shorter, her life here on Earth would soon end. She needed to escape, find a way out or to send a message, but down here, she was powerless, useless almost like back in her genin days.

"Naruto... Sasuke..." The words came out a small whisper, barely audible. She then walked back to the corner of her cell, placing the tin cup on the floor and resting her back against the wall as she thought back to her previous days.

Those days filled with warmth, laughter and fun. The bittersweet memories brought Sakura to a sitting stance, her knees curling up to her chest and her arms hugging them tighter, willing herself to curl up into a ball.

She had to escape, somehow, someway.

She would escape.

-

His eyes searched the room, following the thin lines that outlined the stones that formed the walls. He knew every turn, every degree that each line took because this had been his room for three years.

Sleepless nights brought his eyes to wander the textured walls of his room, but even when he grew bored of that, he strolled the halls, hoping his mind would settle.

It never did, though.

Memories of Itachi, his clan members lying face first against the ground, bleeding out. The memory that haunted him the most were the bodies of his parents lying lifelessly in front of his traitor of a brother. The vision always made his throat tight, cutting the air off from his lungs.

But he refused to be weak, let his mind get lost in an important time like this. Anything was better than letting his thoughts think back to Sakura, though.

Sasuke hated that she was here, but he knew exactly why Kabuto brought her here and that fed his desire to kill the bastard even more. He hated that ridiculous guy; cocky smile, disgusting eyes, ridiculous voice.

Fucking hated him.

Especially when Sasuke knew that Kabuto was near Sakura, whispering words of hate and blatantly doing stuff to further her misery. He could tell that Sakura was near death when they first brought her here, even after three days of being here, her chakra was still a small flame; a faint wisp that could barely feed off the air that she was supplied.

Sasuke knew he shouldn't have went to see her the first night they brought her here, but curiosity killed the cat and sure as shit, he was perched in front of her beaten and dying body.

She reeked of sweat and blood, the poor girl couldn't even keep the vomit down in her body as soon she woke up. Sasuke knew that it wasn't fair to bring her here, especially when she wasn't involved with any plans that Orochimaru or Kabuto had, but a hostage is a hostage, and he knew that his mentor was up to something. He couldn't get over how grown up she looked, how matured her face was. Through the dirt and blood, he noticed her cheeks weren't as round, her jawline was stunning; eyes that looked into his shimmered a darker green than when she was younger. Cherry blossom hair framed her face, bringing out her neck, and when he looked to her body, he noticed that she had filled out more.

When he closed his eyes, he felt his Sharingan activate upon opening again, engraving the memory of how she looked now, compared to when she was young.

Sasuke hadn't realized that he was now standing in front of Sakura's cell, looking down on her sleeping form while she was curled around herself, huddled up in the corner. She looked miserable, her bruised arms, cut legs, rose quartz hair matted in dried crimson chunks, yet her face looked peaceful while she slept.

The Uchiha felt his heart lurch forward, the need to protect growing strong but he simply scoffed. A smirk graced his lips as he began to walk away from the sleeping girl; he's done this before, three years ago to be exact.

"She spit in my fucking face."

Sasuke could hear the bitching of Kabuto all the way through the hall, another smirk pulling at his lips. He had heard that Sakura had grown into a fighter, a kunoichi of excellent skill, possessing super human strength. But to spit in Kabuto's face, he found it humerus.

"Orochimaru," Sasuke entered the man's quarters, looking from the snake sannin to Kabuto, the Uchiha's emotionless face showing nothing of sorts now.

"Ah, Sasuke, my dear child."

Sasuke simply ignored Orochimaru's last three words, knowing that he wasn't the snake's 'dear child'.

"Why is she here?" He finally asked the question that he'd been waiting to ask the entire time that Sakura had been here. Her presence only made him eager, knowing all too well that she would get in the way of his plans when it came time.

"Why do you ask?"

"She's useless," the lie fell from his lips. She was anything but useless anymore.

Kabuto spoke up now, his dark eyes narrowing into Sasuke obsidian eyes. "That's what you think."

Sasuke refused to give the medic-nin the time of day, ignoring his statement entirely and continued to wait for Orochimaru's reply. Instead, the snake sannin only hissed, obviously annoyed with Kabuto as well.

"You'll see soon enough. Now go, you've got training to do."

He felt his temper rising, curse mark hot against his skin, but he did as told and exited the room. His walk was short lived as he entered the training room, the dummies looking at him with straight faces and all Sasuke could do was brood. He inhaled deeply before concentrating his chakra.

He was sick of being here, sick of taking orders from a man that would be dead soon.

His hand began to heat up, the chirping of birds filled the room and before another target could give him that blank stare, he slammed his fist to the ground. Each target exploded from his Chidori Stream, tufts of hay and wood flying in every direction, leaving the room in a thick sheet of dust and fog.

Sasuke could only clench his teeth, feel the anger sore through his body and boil in his blood.

The time to kill his mentor and Kabuto was coming soon enough, but with Sakura in the hideout now, he would need to reevaluate his plan and see to it that she leaves with him as well.

"She's so annoying," his low voice fills the empty, dirty room as he collapses to his knees and falls to his side. "So damn annoying."

Emotions burst through the floodgates, filling his mind with whole thoughts of his days in Konoha, driving him to the brink of going insane inside his own mind. He can't shake the thoughts no matter how hard he tries, even the demon within him is quiet, feeding on Sasuke's earlier days.

Darkness is your only salvation, he tells himself repeatedly. As much as he wants to forget, cut the ties and break the bonds, they're still there, haunting his memories.

-

Sakura awakes the next day (or was it the same day as before?), her neck aching from lying against the stones and dirt and her back needing a serious rub down. She feels her body flowing with chakra and the sensation is weird at first, but she feels more alive than she had when she first arrived.

She closes her dirty hand around the tin cup and takes a small sip, letting the water run down her tongue, her throat, feeling the cool liquid enter her stomach and quench part of her thirst. The liquid burns against her chapped lips as she drags her dry tongue across them, lapping up and excess water that perched on her lower lip.

When she pushed her body back into a sitting position, she could hear the sandals of Kabuto entering the room, slow but surely, she knew it was him. Her evergreen eyes already narrowing, lips pulling into a firm line. When their eyes made contact, she felt her throat dry out and tighten. The only sound that could be heard was the blood rushing through her ears and the pounding of her heart against her chest.

His eyes are beautiful, as dark as spilled ink, his face emotionless.

Sakura gulped, her eyebrows raising towards the center, her lips parting. When she felt his wandering eyes slip down her neck, past her chest and rest on her torn shirt, she could've sworn that she saw fire blaze from behind black irises. He didn't move his face an inch, but she could tell that he disapproved of something.

"Sakura."

She jumps at her name, shivers crawling through her skin when he rolls the 'a' of her name off his tongue. Sakura finds herself pushing up from the stone, her mind lost in a jumble of thoughts and her fingers shaking. Once she's standing and facing him from behind bars, he flips his hair from his eyes and inches closer towards her.

His face hadn't changed much from when he was younger, but he was taller now, muscles fine tuning his body. She couldn't help but drop her eyes to his chest, his pectorals hanging out from the slit in his long sleeve shirt, washboard abs visible as ever. He was clothed in far different clothes than before, she noticed. She also noticed his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was attached to the rope that wound around his waist.

All thoughts aside, she found the will to speak.

"Why am I here?"

He raises a thin brow in reply, the skin on his outer cheek rising with the action. The pain that burdened her long ago, the fight to gather his attention, she felt it all coming back now, gathering in her stomach and working its way up her sternum, gathering in her chest where her heart lies.

He still hadn't answered her question, only slouches a bit and adjusts his hand further down the hilt of the sword. Sasuke's obsidian eyes had grown darker since the last time she looked into them, shadows dancing within the pupil. When he finally turns his face, Sakura jumps closer towards the iron cage before her fingers curl around the cool bars, her face peering through them.

"Wait!" The word echoes, stopping Sasuke in his tracks, yet he doesn't say a word. He doesn't move either, only waits to hear what she has to say next, but she doesn't speak, only grips the cold bars harder, squeezing them in her grasp.

"Be ready."

She frowns, knowing all too well that he wants her to know something, but he won't give her information that easily. Something is going to happen, and soon, but she doesn't know what. Only to be ready.

She nods before releasing her grip and steps back gingerly, looking to her dirty toes and skinned knees, blood dappling the dried skin there. Sakura hears him depart from the room, his steps slow and graceful until she can no longer hear him. She slowly crouches down against the wall until she's in a sitting position and grabs her cloth from the corner of the cell, pouring a small amount of water on it and begins to dab her knees softly.

She could heal them up quickly, but now that Sasuke has given her a warning, she knows better than to use her chakra on something useless. She pulls her knees to her chest and rests her forehead against the caps, her emerald eyes closing.

"I need out."

-

Sasuke finishes his training, finishes his rounds, only to end back up in his room and driving himself crazy over knowing Sakura is still here. He can't come up with a plan, knowing that she's here and if he leaves without her, she'll be trapped until someone finds her.

Or kills her.

The thought eats away at him, and instead of staying put, he begins walking towards her signature. She's like a magnet and Sasuke like metal, attracted to her in every way, yet he hides the true emotions under the darkness in his heart. It makes him sick knowing she's like a caged animal, but he doesn't dare release her, not yet. Once his plan begins, he'll free her. Leave this place behind and continue with his mission that he has his dark eyes set on.

To kill Itachi and end this torture once and for all. With his brother gone, he can live each day knowing that the weight has been lifted from his shoulders, but the pain of losing everyone he once loved will still burden his heart.

The darkness blankets him as he walks down the corridor once more that day, his legs taking him to Sakura. He can already sense her and knows she awake and moving around. A small smirk pulls at the corner of his lip when he enters the room, only to find her small face behind bars; body curled up against the wall, her blank face staring with dull green eyes.

He can see the rubber band snap behind her eyes, her lips parted slightly, the shock that overtakes her body. The smirk on his lips had already been erased, and they stare at each other for what seems like days, weeks, years, until she's pushing up from the ground.

She looks miserable from the way she walks, her eyes still staring at him until she's still once more. The way she trembles doesn't go unnoticed and when he slouches slightly, he finally speaks.

"Sakura."

The name brings bittersweet memories of their past back; a whirl of nostalgia crashing against his heart, rattling his brain. The way her eyes light up at her name pains him further. He knows he shouldn't be down here, confronting a prisoner, but she's his former teammate. A girl that holds a special place in his twisted heart. Sasuke bites down on the insides of his cheeks, refusing to speak anymore.

These memories are too much for him; pain, heartache, suffering. He wants it all to end.

Blood rushes to his ears, invading his head and catching him off guard. He sees Sakura move closer to the bars that separate them, her lips moving and panic washing over her features. He can't hear a single word that she says though, only slouches and flips the hair from his eyes.

When the wave of reality washes over him, he brings himself to his calm and collected demeanor, moving his body closer to the cell, to her. Her eyes widen.

"Be ready."

A frown pulls her eyebrows together, her eyes now a deep shade of jade. He can't make out ever seeing that expression on her face, not towards him at least. Sakura doesn't say a word though, just nods her head and backs away slightly.

When he turns his body and begins to leave, the pain in his heart appears once more, throbbing. Sasuke finds his body moving slowly at first, until he reaches the corridor and begins to move his legs faster, willing his body to get away from her and her presence.

She's intoxicating, enlightening, everything that he's ever wanted, craved. Sasuke can't think of her, not at a time like this.

Stop, the demon from within demands, searing his skin, his mind and his soul. Sasuke does as told and stops. Stops thinking, stops moving and it's when his body his still that he picks up on the rather ridiculous cackle. It's Kabuto.

"Seeing your girlfriend, were you?" Kabuto's sneers.

It takes everything to push the instinct to kill him right here and now. His heart says to kill him, his mind, but his body doesn't budge. Sasuke knows better. When he begins to push past him, Kabuto reaches for his shoulder. Sasuke snatches his hand from the air, whirling his face to Kabuto's, their noses nearly touching.

His Sharigan is blazing like a wildfire, electricity coursing through his body and his darkening aura casting through the hall.

"Stay the fuck away from her," his voice is treacherous, the most dangerous he's ever heard himself. Sasuke knows that it's himself talking, but the demon within amplifies it, strengthens his words much like he does his body.

Kabuto can only swallow his pride before ripping his hand from Sasuke's grip. He's no longer laughing or mocking the Uchiha, but his dark eyes show fear as he cowers beneath the Sharigan eyes. He steps back and begins to walk in the opposite direction of Sakura's cell and Sasuke can feel his body tensing up from the stress and pressure.

It's time, he hears the low voice in his mind, the pulsing in his stomach and clawing at his heart.