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adrift-in-thyme · 3 days ago

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Febuwhump Day 12: Used as Practice (Warriors & Legend)

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CW for torture, use and description of needles, implied drugging, blood loss, and nonconsensual drawing of blood

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Warriors awakens to icy metal beneath him and blinding light above.

He blinks once, twice, trying to chase the blur from the edges of his eyes. His memories are as smeared as his vision, scattered so haphazardly he fears he will not be able to retrieve them. There is pain beating against his skull, pulsing in his leg, but it is a distant thing. Fuzzy and miserable and incomprehensible.

He shuts his eyes, pries them open again. He reaches back in his mind and grasps nothing.

How did he get here?

He doesn’t know. Not knowing rankles at him.

…As do the restraints currently spread across him. They encase his biceps and thighs, loop around the trunk of his body, constrict about his neck. Thick and scratchy, they do not yield when he attempts to shove himself upright.

With a huffed sigh Warriors releases back onto the table. For that is what this surface must be. He is certainly not level with the ground.

What is this place?

“You finally up, pretty boy?”

He startles at the voice. Practiced fingers snatch for a blade and come up empty. His wild gaze finds the boy kneeling in the corner and steadies.

“Legend?” His voice is haggard and harsh. Abused by occurrences that have slipped his mind. “What…what happened? Are you alright?”

The young hero’s face is splotched with bruises. One eye is swollen shut. There is blood slowly drying on the floor beneath him.

The veteran shifts and the joyful clink of chains rings in Warriors’ ears. His blood runs as cold as the table beneath him.

“Fine,” the veteran spits before he can conjure up speech. The word escapes like a projectile, flung far to distract from the tremble thinly hidden beneath. “Better off than you, at any rate. I don’t know what they’re planning to do but it sure doesn’t seem like anything pleasant.”

Warriors frowns. “Who are…they?”

Legend looks at him and his gaze is as sharp as the dagger the captain had yearned for.

“The creeps who attacked us in Castle Town while we were grabbing supplies. You don’t remember? They must’ve hit you harder than I thought.”

Warriors glares up at the tiled ceiling. The memories are there, he knows they are, but still they elude him. Mere snippets are all that he can grasp. Flashes of fear and pain and glinting metal piercing the side of his neck. The swift flood of icy oblivion in his veins and the struggle he had lost before it even began.

“Do you have any idea what they want with us?” He asks, turning back to the hero.

Legend shrugs, wincing. “One of them was in here not long ago muttering about magic and blood. Neither of which bode well for us. But besides that? I don’t know any more than you.”

“Wonderful!” Croons a voice from Warriors’ right. “I was hoping to keep you both in suspense.”

Sharply, he turns. Grasping fingers fumble once more for a blade. Once more, they find nothing.

In the doorway, stands a petite young woman. Thin blonde hair frames a slender, angular face in filmy wisps. Brown eyes stare owlishly from above high cheekbones. The dark circles carved beneath them give her a haggard, sunken look. But there is light within them, sharp and discerning and eager.

It sends shivers down his spine.

“Well, congratulations, you did a splendid job of that,” Legend snarks. “Now who the hell are you, and why are we here?”

She laughs, a tinny sound that grates on Warriors’ ears.

“Oh you don’t need to know my name, dear. You just need to sit over there and stay quiet so I can do my work.”

“What work is that?” Warriors asks.

Again, she laughs. Quick, silent as a mouse she scampers over to his side. Bony fingers flit about his neck. She undoes the strap, then feels about, heedless of the tension stabbing through him. When she locates the spot where his pulse flutters frantically, she hums to herself.

“Perfect,” comes the murmur. Somehow, it rises above the sound of rushing terror that fills the captain’s ears.

Away she goes, muttering to herself all the way. Out of the heavy door and into the hallway he briefly catches a glimpse of.

White – just like this room. Not the crystalline clear pristineness of new snow or layers of ice. No, there is no magic to this color. It stands, stark, sterile, yet unmarred by the gore of its unwilling inhabitants.

Warriors turns back to Legend. With an effort, he plasters a grin on his face. Perhaps, if he clenches his hands into fists he can stop their trembling.

“She seems like the mad scientist type. Lucky us.”

Legend snorts. The color has all but drained from his face.

“Yeah. Lucky us.”

Seconds later, the door opens soundlessly, allowing her to skitter back in. In her hands she clasps what looks to be a collar. It is circular and dark. Within it sits a small metallic protrusion. Slender and grotesque, it sticks out. Like an eye winking repeatedly, it glints in the blistering light.

Once his eyes have lain upon it, he cannot look away. He is no stranger to needles. Too many times he has played the part of the medic. Too many times he has sewn together the shredded barriers of flesh, sealed it with steady hands so that his men will live to fight another day.

He does not fear them. He never has. But this one is different than the rest. This one does not promise a swift save from death’s doorway.

His breath stutters in his throat.

She grins at him. He can hear it in her voice. “With this, draining your blood will be simple!”

There is a slender tube in her other hand. Warriors sees it now, sees its clumsy, curving crawl from its attachment to the collar. At its end sits a clear bag. It looks for all the world like those in which he has seen merchants store fruit and vegetables for sale.

What will it look like splattered with gory red?

He drives the thought back a moment too late.

“Draining…my blood?” It takes immense effort to keep his tone from wavering. To maintain the bite of anger rather than the pallor of fear. “What could you possibly need my blood for?”

“Oh.” The woman waves a dismissive hand. “It’s not your blood we need. It’s your friend’s. You see — now, stay still…”

She has begun fixing the collar around his neck. Desperately, he tries to pull away. Once the needle slides into place beneath his ear there will be no escape. Of that he is certain. To fight with it there is a death sentence he does not wish to invite.

But her grasp is stronger than he would have thought. The straps are unyielding. And with clawing fingernails and vicious grappling, she drags him back into position. Blood bubbles in the spaces where she scratched him. He hardly feels its warmth. It is the electric pain of the needle that he feels, the resounding stealth of its entry into his vein.

He hisses through his teeth despite himself. His pulse throbs the beat of a distant drum. The roar of a wave.

“You see, your friend is a very magical being,” she explains. He has gone still now, rigid. She takes the opportunity to fasten the collar more securely. “His blood is invaluable. You, however, are less magical. So, less valuable.”

The tube meets the bag which ascends on a pole beside him. Instantly, liquid begins to rush towards it. Thick, so dark it skirts the edges of black, it slides with silken grace.

Deserting him so fast he doubts that he will fully comprehend its flight.

His extremities crackle with numb static. Already, the room has begun to sway and dip, a dancer in a ballroom of ice.

He can’t breathe.

“I will extract as much blood from you as possible, in as little time as possible. That will give a rough estimate of how much we can hope to gain from your friend. In other words…”

She smiles, pats his cheek.

“You are merely for practice. Take comfort in that.”

A snarky reply rises to his tongue. Anger sparks in his chest. But the chill of panic, the roiling nausea, washes it away before anything can come of it.

His vision blurs. His world narrows. Warriors squeezes his eyes shut.

“For practice.” Legend’s voice is flat, yet fury is bubbling just beneath. A pot near to boiling over. “He’s not a thing, you know. Maybe that’s news to you.”

The woman laughs from a distance uncrossable.

“Of course he is not a thing. He is a person. Powerless. Helpless. Stupid. But you are infinitely more than that.”

There is hunger in her tone, desire. It brings to mind burgundy roses and halls thick with their oppressive scent. Silver statues and shadowy portraits of smiles that don’t reach the eyes that crinkle beneath their weight.

“You won’t touch him.”

The words escape before he truly knows them. His lips feel clumsy, uncooperative. He peels open his eyes and cannot find her amongst the smear of pearly gray. His head aches.

Still, he ploughs on. With stabbing condescension, he keeps going.

He never truly has known when to stop.

“I don’t know exactly what you mean to do with his blood, but I have met your kind before. You are all the same. You attempt to take what you think is yours, through whatever means necessary. But I swear, you won’t lay a hand on him. I won’t let you.”

He does not have to see her to know her expression has darkened, if only a bit.

“I would,” she says, cheerily, “love to see you try to stop me.”

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adriixboo · 23 days ago

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i hesitated on posting this, i am almost ashamed, but the damage has been done. i have been told that we are in need of cringe SO MAMA HAS SUPPLIED 🔥 get ready

also, sometimes i refer the "reader" as "yn" or just use "you" 🕺

combining both of my worlds into one, this is lengthy.

undertale!yn/reader and rise of the guardians ok hear me out (or don't)

in other words, welcome to monster!yn crushing on the guardians, and having joking around with jack frost, he kind of reminds yn of someone they know..

i also want to point out that i'm not never sure about yn hitting on jack, he may have been alive for 300+ years, yet he has the appearance of a teenager, and im pretty sure he was around 17 when he died??

yn's kinda old. in monster years, at least. more to be explained soon.

if you've been around my blog for a while, i watched rise of the guardians again after YEARS, and i have spiraled since. around this time, i was also in my undertale spiral lol (more coming soon) and bc my brain refuses to shut up, i was thinking, 'why not combine both?'

i'll show u why 🙄 am i proud of where i am in life? no, not really but im vibing, but man oh man i have to express myself now

moving on 😏😼 time for the content,

- takes place during the ROTG movie😏

more under the cut 🤤

•••

yn is a monster from the undertale universe 🕺, and somehow finds their way to the rotg universe and is like

"🤨🤨?? wdym ur the toothfairy????"

honestly this could go in SO many different directions. for examply, let's say yn has magic similar to the skele bros and then some other stuff? i dunno like this bitch can float or something 😼 space and time manipulation, honestly this is up to y'all, as i may or may not write and post more so please give me ideas

yn is aware of timelines, resets, saves, alternate universes, and has some knowledge of the science behind it, has theories, probably doesn't know too much about quantum mechanics, but knows enough.

sans is more in tune with that..

yn arrives somewhere on the 'surface,' as far as they know, and is immediately, slightly panicking. i mean, who wouldn't? you're just chilling on someone's couch relaxing one moment and all of a sudden *poof* and now you're standing on some GRASS???

..maybe papyrus' spaghetti needs more time in the oven.

next!

as far as yn's concern, monsters haven't resurfaced yet in their current timeline and maybe it's best to lay low, if possible. they also notice a lack of magic in their area, which is off-putting. they are not so sure as to what's going on.

did they jump timelines? somehow FAR off in the future? or was it jumping universes? oh god, where's the line drawn from jumping universes to appearing in a different dimension? what classifies as an alternate universe as well as a different dimension?

it's gets REALLY weird when manny, the man in the moon himself, is somehow aware of what has happened and alerts the guardians. coincidentally, right after showing the big four™ the next new guardian.

did manny do this? did he put yn in this predicament ?

was it gASSter? what an asshole.

ok so i was gonna have a segment here of yn meeting everyone, including jack frost and whatnot but i straight up have no ideas LMAOOOO send help

anyway

everyone's confused as to why yn can see the guardians.

yn is especially confused when THEY are confused when yn mentions the monster race and that damn mountain that has them trapped. yikes, imagine yn's shock and panic upon learning that there is no mt. ebott, that there is no monster race that yn speaks of.

also, yn's not a believer. how could they believe in santa claus and the toothfairy when they go through endless cycles of resets? in fact, they carry some nihilistic beliefs. yn's not insufferable nor are they miserable company. far from it actually.

yn likes to believe they are a delight to be around.

yn has a theory that it may have to do with the magic in a monster's soul.

oh man. how do you explain monsters, monster magic, and souls to these people??????

matter of fact, how will THEY explain themselves and their roles to you?

also how do you explain the easter bunny to yn? "what is an "easter bunny" and why r u so tall" yn says to a bewildered bunnymund.

"What do you mean 'what is an easter bunny'???"

"those bigass ears and u didn't hear me????????" what an inpression you've made yn. at least jack found it amusing.

yn just wants to go home.

god how they miss and love doing absolutely nothing with best friend sans™ and supervise over papyrus and undyne while they cook.

...not to say that they haven't been doing that, doing nothing. it's just different (and better) doing that back in their home.

just as much as they love doing nothing, they love being useful, which is kind of hard to keep track of. i mean, you hate doing stuff but you love being/feeling useful. clearly ya got something to work out. it's okay, i do as well

things are getting odd when yn is trying to explain the difference between the monster race and the monsters that the guardians know of.

like no man, yn is NOT going to "strike fear into the minds and souls of children for their own benefit and then eradicate all light and love from the world" stars, are you INSANE??? who put that narrative out there? but all yn can do is blankly stare and raise their eyebrow (bonebrow idk, whatever monster you are teehee)

...this is a very awkward monster lesson with professor yn™ about how monsters are of magic and their souls out of love, hope, and compassion. it also gets awkward when yn has to inform them about HoPe, LV, and/or EXP. yn isn't sure what to ignore, if they should withhold some information or tell them what it is. i mean, it IS factual, but yn hasn't actually fully trusted them.

at this point yn is just saying shit and probably doesn't make any sense but do they care? not at that moment, maybe they hit their head too hard. maybe this is just a dream? a real screwed up dream, that is.

yn has made the discovery that this is NOT a dream and that these people are old. like really, really old. their mind short circuits.

this gave yn the idea of telling them monster years and age. they explain that where they're from, monsters age differently than humans.

this led yn to reveal themselves being a boss monster, and how boss monsters age differently as well.

"boss monsters' souls can persist for a few moments after death." yn begins.

"there isn't really an explanation as to why. but for a human, it's because of their determination. now, monsters do not have enough physical matter to handle higher amounts of determination. remember when i mentioned what monsters are technically made of? because of the lack of physical matter, and that we cannot handle such amounts, humans are far stronger than us, with their physical forms.

as for a monster's age, specifically boss monster's, can only age when their offspring do. so in other words, we can live forever if we do not have a child. when a boss monster has a child, the power from the parents' souls, transfer to the child, aging both.

stands within reason that i can live forever. that is, if nothin happens to me and i don't have a kid."

man. what a lesson. everyone in the room seems to be listening closely, surprisingly so. though, it is inevitable that they get confused. they've been alive for many centuries, but they've never experienced this.

yn does not mention dusting.

yn does not mention the void.

yn does not mention timelines or alternate universes.

or resets.

they don't need to know that.

maybe yn should have began with telling the guardians the story of the war that started everything. maybe some confusion could've been avoided. oh well, yn couldn't care less, they're not a licensed professor, not like they have a guideline to follow. yn's too lazy to think straight.

"any questions? no? ok good!"

many questions left unanswered.

the amount of jokes, japes, and puns yn could make. imagine that.

......zzz zzzz zZZZ

it's no surprise that yn and the sandman are now officially nap buddies™

"please give me a good dream for once."

the sandman is concerned... 'for once??'

you don't elaborate.

he's kind of a cutie tho.. and good lord he's shorter than sans,

stars, he's adorable. you resist the urge to pick him up and squish him. but manny knows how much you want to.

toothiana is certified woman crush™.

tooth stares at yn's white teeth from across the room, barely able to contain herself. she's practically vibrating where she stands—flies.

until she cracks.

yn's teeth separated in shock, beautifully sharp canines on display, is that a gold tooth?

stars, tooth is such a beaut. yn shamelessly admiring her colors.

it also seems that tooth's little companions seem to have taken quite the liking to the monster. their wings fluttering excitedly, yn swears they could hear desperate squeaks, begging for their attention. man, a wave and a shy, friendly wink destroyed them all.

...did one of them just faint?

yn was lucky their eyes hadn't threw them under the bus and expose them to queen tooth and sandy.

man, that'd be bad. yn couldn't imagine the embarrassment and would not handle any teasing.

unfortunately life hates yn and fucks them at every given moment.

yn is staring at the huge ass bunny that's across the room. 'is bro a bunny???? i don't know wtf' as if this wasn't already talked about during introductions.

they can't help but also admire the large figure, now known to yn as bunnymund. oh my stars, he looks so cool, borderline attractive, they thought.

at one point, yn was barely to notice, but they did anyway. they felt the slightest change to their eyes.

'ah shit.'

small hearts had manifested in their eyes for a split second.

and that damn bunny noticed, and gave them a smile.

yn had almost dusted on the spot and teleported away, much to the dismay of the damn bunny.

and his accent. STARS, the accent. yn's about to loose all composure.

when yn finally comes face-to-face, (or not, this guy is tall, and i am not��), yn's dumb mouth had to open.

"there's no way papa hunka hunka over here is santa claus." is how yn decided to make a fool of themselves, yet again.

'this man is lowkey so fine FUCK.'

yn couldn't help but giggle a little upon remembering sansta.

wonder what sans is up to.

"????????"

anyway, north's workshop is pretty sick. the elves are fun to mess with, same with the yetis. in fact, yn had shown a bit of their magic on one of the elves. their magic is actually their favorite color, which is always a nice plus. there was a glow of their magic surrounding the elf as yn moved them slowly across the room, being careful not to harm the laughing elf. he seems to be having a good time.

rock on elf🔥

sometimes yn likes to mess with the yetis slightly. there's a yeti holding a toy? not anymore. it's floating above the yeti. there's a yeti looking for something? that something is then floating around the yeti, taunting him.

poor phil 😔

yn is curious if they are on the nice list or on the naughty list. this is a bit of a mystery since yn isn't really from around here so...

regardless, yn likes to think they are a good noodle.

for the most part.

that guy with the frosty blue hoodie is a different story. he reminds yn a bit of sans with the blue hoodie, the white hair, the jokes he makes and the pranks he pulls.

way too much energy though..

but he was rather easygoing.

he had that carefree attitude, all he wanted to do was to freeze shit and have fun and honestly, yn could get down with that. still too much energy.

they've been in snowdin countless of times / they live(d) in snowdin for fucks sake.

remember the lesson with the elf? during the lesson, yn threw the elf in jack's direction, effectively hitting him in the face.

"...that wasn't me."

"I just SAW YOU????"

yn views this guy as that annoying younger brother. he's constantly messing with them, gets a good laugh from them though. yn likes to move his staff with their magic whenever he's leaning on it, just to see him take a tumble.

yn had to restrain themselves from literally giving them heart eyes (again) AND punch jack. they don't even trust that easy and NOW they're folding to a group of guardians???? strike them down now.

... it also took a lot of effort to not do a check on all of them. yn does not know if they'll be able to feel or know. they don't even know if they can. do souls manifest here like they do where they're from? they just have to! maybe.

yn wants to view their stats, see if they're dangerous. man, they should have done that in the beginning. but now look where they stand. yn wasn't always so careless. what's happened now?

'geez, people show you kindness and give you attention and all of a sudden you're down bad." my fault, brain 🧠.

though, considering they are the "guardians of childhood" and whatnot, yn doesn't perceive them as a threat.

...but they still want to do that check.

i'd be honored if y'all could give me more ideas for this writing 🙏 the cringe-fest must continue.

i want to figure out:

•how the five meet yn

•if yn was present during that fiasco of jack frost finding out he's a guardian

•what would the five stats be like? what about soul traits?

•meet pitch at tooth's palace? 👀 all pitch really has to do is make eye contact and knows yn's fears. now that's a can of worms. maybe yn has to finally discuss "dusting". eugh..

if you find this cringe, KISS MY ASS 🗣️

or! if you have something better to add or adjust, i'm all ears👂, or eyes 👀 since im readin

love u bye!

#x reader #rotg #rise of the guardians x reader #rotg x reader #undertale x reader #lowkey cringe #im not ashamed #not right now at least #in fact im chillin

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