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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Coffee is bittersweet to me ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙♡

🐶: pairing: Kim Seungmin x F!Reader

🐶: genre: fluff, angst (?)

🐶: synopsis: you was living your fathers life. Seungmin helped you to be free.

🐶: warnings: estranged relationship, negative relation with father, powerplay (?), drunk kiss, implications of arranged marriage.

🐶: words: 4.5k

🐶: a/n: Seungmin took me a while to think of. the ideas i currently have just didnt fit him. Hopefully this is okay for you all 🥺

i have a part 2 of this in mind. will be a continuation and most likely smut if people want it, ofc.

likes, feedback and relogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. ty all for the love as of lately!

i feel like there should be more warnings, idk though so pls lmk if i did miss anything!!

ty for the love and support. i hope you enjoy! 🖤

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"Yes. absolutely sir. The papers will be on your desk tomorrow morning." You internally sighed, your boss giving you an earful over the phone over a problem that wasn't even yours to begin you.

Letting hot, frustrated air out of your nostrils slowly, you continued to repeat the words "yes" and "absolutely", like an automated robot. Your heels clacked against the pavement as you was making your way home.

The chilly autumn September air flowed hitting your body causing shivers to run all over your body. Times like this, you really hated wearing a skirt and tights, but hey, it's work policy.

"Yes sir. I apologise for the inconvenience. See you tomorrow." You hung up and groaned, throwing your phone in your handbag. "why am i always in the firing line. Its not my fault the rookie fucked up." You grumbled to yourself.

You didn't love your job. After finishing your education, your father knew a few people and put in a good word for you ultimately landing you this 'dream' job. Of course, you're grateful for it, but sitting at a desk, shuffling papers and picking up after other people, its not your thing.

As more time passed, the more you realised that you was getting bored. Bored of the same old routine. Wake up - go to work - get yelled at - go home - sleep - repeat. you needed some fun. It was only recently that you decided to indulge and buy yourself some fancy art supplies.

You spent the entire day just painting, listening to soft music and just, forgetting about the world, even if it was just for 24 hours. You wanted to leave your job, it was your fathers dream, not yours. You wanted to be a vet, treat sick animals and give them a second chance at life.

Was you scared of leaving your job? Absolutely. Your father is a powerful man and you know that he would be deeply disappointed in you if you turned around and told him you wanted to be a vet.

Your father never understood. To him, being a vet is a 'lower-class' job. he wouldn't understand why you would want to be like them – them being lower / middle class people. Coming from a rich background and watching the way your father treated people, made you determined to not be like him. To not pre-judge.

your father will never understand you and it hurt a part of you, more specifically, the younger side of you. You never really had a bond with your father. You remember growing up with him being surrounded by important people. When you would ask for attention, you would either get ignored or shooed by your mother.

Once you became 18, your father suddenly took an interest in you only because he wanted to see you grow into a successful business women. He told you to give up on your dream of being a vet, ultimately forcing you into the career you have now.

To this day, you have little to no contact with your father. After you moved to university accommodation and learnt to live and fend for yourself, you never wanted to go back to live with your father.

Sure, the money is good with the job you have now, but it isn't you. This isn't what you want and you felt trapped.

Lost in your thoughts, your legs had carried you a nearby café. Coming to the conclusion that it was new – considering you've lived here your whole life and never see it before – you decided to try it out.

There's no such thing as bad coffee, right?

You pushed open the heavy doors with both hands, the bell above chiming letting staff and customers aware someone has walked in. The café was decorated in a modern vibe, typical café quotes decorating some walls, hanging plants hung from the ceiling.

There were round tables allowing people to sit and enjoy with a group of friends, or if you was feeling antisocial and came alone, there were singular tables. Outlets allowed people to come in to work on their laptops or phones. Soft music was playing in the background. It felt – welcoming.

You walked to the counter, looking at the array of deserts on display. Cookies, brownies, pastries, sandwiches, you name it, this café had it.

A member of staff walked out of the back room. He gave you a bright smile, eyes crinkled at the corners, teeth on display

"Hello and welcome to ocean paradise. What can i do for you today?" You looked up, instantly noticing how beautiful he looks, his freckles decorating his features. His Aussie accent indicated he wasn't from around here. His black hair was slicked back, wispy bits of hair fell in front of his face.

He was dressed in the standard barrister uniform. White shirt, black pants, trainers with a brown apron. You looked at the menu and hummed, thinking of what to pick.

"Mhm, could i have a iced americano and a brownie please?" You smiled. He nodded, punching the numbers into the cash machine and telling you the cost. You fished your purse out off your bag and paid with your card.

"Will be with you in just a second." You nodded.

"Thank you, uh –" you glanced at his name tag "Felix." He nodded and got to work in sorting out your order. You looked around, noticing how peaceful it was, give or take it was five in the afternoon.

It felt homely, like you could spend the majority of your day here, sipping coffee and reading a book. You couldn't help but also notice that it felt familiar. You felt like you had been here before. The vibe it was giving you felt like you had experienced it somewhere – somehow.

Your phone buzzed. You took your phone out off your handbag and checked your phone, groaning audible.

father: hi daughter. letting you know, dinner at my house tomorrow evening. 7pm sharp. Have some important people that wish to meet you. Don't be late!

You rolled your eyes, putting your phone on silent before throwing it back in your bag. 'Important people' meaning he has hand-picked some people who he thinks is best suited to marry his daughter. The whole thought of marrying someone you hardly knew made you sick to your stomach.

"You okay, Miss? You look rather pale." Felix placed your coffee and brownie on a tray, eyebrows knitted together with concern. You smiled softly at him.

"Oh, just family stuff." You sighed out. Felix nodded, understandably

"Well, whatever the problem may be, I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem solving it. You seem like a reasonable women." You looked at your feet, shyly.

"Thank you." Felix nodded and smiled again as you took your tray. You sat at one of the singular tables, taking off your coat and making yourself comfortable.

You grabbed the brownie and took a bite out off it. The chocolatey, gooeyness leaving your sweet tooth satisfied. You hummed and wiped your mouth before sipping your coffee. Bitter. Coffee always tasted bitter to you, yet at the same time, it was sweet. You settled on people watching, getting lost in thought about tomorrows dinner plans with your father.

It was bothersome to you. You couldn't stand it.

"(Y/N)?" You looked up at the person who called your name. At first, you thought it was one of the many men your father had picked out for you, until you noticed he was in the cafés uniform.

You tilted your head, looking at his facial features, trying to figure out who he is. Then it hit you.

"Seungmin?!" Your eyes widen, a grin plastered across your face as you stood up.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Seungmin hugged you tight, the warmth of his touch felt homely, bringing back many memories.

"What are you doing here?" You pulled away and sat down as Seungmin pulled a chair up to your table and sat opposite you. "I thought you moved away?"

"I did, but i came back to pursue my dream. Plus, i was getting homesick." He laughed.

"What did you want to do?" Seungmin looked around and grinned.

"This is my café. I opened it up a few days ago. Im the boss and Felix, who im sure you've met, is my partner." He grinned, looking proud.

This café, is his?! You was shocked and impressed.

"I'm impressed, Seungmin. It's a beautiful café. Explains why it felt so familiar to me"

"It did?" you hummed, sipping your coffee.

"It has that aura around it. Homely. It's how i felt when we hung out together." Seungmin nodded.

You and Seungmin met when you moved to university. He was your roommate at the beginning before moving in with someone else named Bang Chan.

You both became close instantly, the chemistry between you both made people think you was together. He knew about your father and how little he respected you and your life choices. He voiced his opinions about him, calling him a coward for not believing in his daughter.

Seungmin became your comfort. You was down? You'd call Seungmin and in 5 minutes, he was around your dorm, comforting you. When you needed help revising for exams, Seungmin was there to help you. You'd spend your free time together, watching K-Dramas or going on lunch dates. You never liked coffee "It's too bitter for me." You'd say.

Seungmin managed to convince you to try Iced Americano, you couldn't say no to those puppy eyes after all. Soon, coffee began to taste so sweet to you. The more you had it, the sweeter it tasted - the more it reminded you of Seungmin.

You shared a drunken kiss one night. Someone on campus, Seo Changbin, organised a party and you both went to have some fun, let your hair down. Exams were coming to an end, your father was being extra dickish to you and you needed to forget for one night.

A few shots and alcoholic beverages later, you found yourself straddling Seungmin in one of the spare rooms. You was both drunk - not blacked out drunk, drunk enough to understand where you are and what you was doing. You was crying to Seungmin about your father, how he always makes you miserable and how you can never be good enough for him

That caused you to be anxious and overthink, the alcohol making it worse. You was thinking and feeling a lot of things that night, mainly because of the alcohol running through your blood stream. Seungmin couldn't take it anymore. It broke his heart to see you in such pain. He would do anything in his power to heal you of your pain.

Next thing you know, you was straddling Seungmin, his lips against yours. It took you a few moments to register what was happening and when you realised, you didn't hate it. You kissed each other, embracing each others touch and warmth.

You remember his lips feeling soft against your own, your skin feeling like it was on fire where ever he touched. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, fluttering all over your body. For a brief moment, you forgot about life, about where you was. The loud music and chattering of drunken people became background noise to you

It was magical.

When you both parted from each other, you both laughed, feeling shy around each other. You both didn't hate it, it felt natural. After that, you went back to his dorm and fell asleep in Seungmin's arms.

A few days had passed since then and you hadn't heard anything from him since. You became increasingly worried. You left voice messages, texts, calls, facetime and nothing. No reply. You decided to ask his roommate who stated that Seungmin left. Claimed university was stressful and he couldn't do it anymore.

You was heartbroken. You felt like you could finally be happy, be human and it was stripped away from you in an instant. You went back to your dorm and cried. You didn't understand, you refused to understand. It didn't make sense. Seungmin was thriving, top of his class and he just quit because it was 'too hard'

There was something more to it than that. Unfortunately, you never heard from him again. You finished your course and continued on with your life.

That sweet coffee taste, soon became bitter to you once again.

"You a vet yet?" Seungmin winked. You faked a laugh, gesturing at your work uniform. Seungmin raised his brows. "An office job? really? that's not like you, (Y/N) You studied hard to become a vet and you work behind a desk?"

You sighed. "Yeah, i know. Once i finished uni, my father spoke to some people and yeah, you get the rest."

Seungmin sighed. "You're still letting that bastard control your life, huh?" You raised a brow, his words as bitter as the coffee you was drinking.

"Why do you care? You left me." Your tone low, hurt evident in your voice. Seungmin bit his lip.

"I had no choice." He whispered, facial expression showing hurt and regret. you frowned.

"What do you mean you had no choice? You left me Seungmin! We kissed and then you up and left. No calls, no texts, not even a warning! You could have told me you disliked kissing me so much! Do you know how i felt when i spoke to your room mate and he told me you just, up and left? Broken. I had a chance at being happy and it was ripped from me in an instant!"

your voice shaky, vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, memories of that day flooding back to you

"(Y/N) i didn't want to leave! Believe me! You know me and know i would never do something like that."

"Then what happened? Why did you leave because the excuse of 'it was too hard for you' is bullshit. You was doing so well and all of a sudden it was too hard to the point where you dropped out?"

Seungmin looked to the side, biting his lip. He took a deep breath after several minutes and held your hand in his, his palms clammy.

"Your father came to see me. He paid me off to leave you alone, said i was an interference." Your eyes widen, blood boiling. "I refused the money, told him to fuck off but, he's a powerful man, (Y/N) told me he knows people and would make my life miserable. So i left, moved away for a while until it was safe for me to return."

You squeezed Seungmin's hand tightly, jaw clenching. Angry tears ran down your face. Just when your father couldn't stoop any lower, here you are learning that he tried to pay off your potential lover to leave you alone.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) i didn't want to leave, but i was scared! i tried to find you on social media but i just couldn't. I wanted to meet you again, contact you more than anything in this world. When i was loosing hope, Felix mentioned that an old café in this area needed some TLC, so i moved and started this business."

You wiped your eyes with your free hand, tears of anger continuing to fall. Seungmin sighed, leaning back in his seat, letting go of your hand.

"Forgive me for saying this, but, you know what he is like, what he is capable of, so why are you still obeying him?" You blinked.

"because I'm scared." You whispered. Seungmin raised his brow.

"Scared of what? Disappointing him? (Y/N), he's been disappointing you his whole life, why are you still living his life? Be free, you have everything you need to follow your dreams." He paused before speaking again. "And you have me to support you, i always have and i will continue to do. You can always find comfort in me."

He's right. He always has been right. Why are you living your fathers life? You can do whatever you want, be whatever you want and he cant stop you. The thought of telling your father that you didn't want this life anymore, terrified you but knowing that Seungmin was here to support you, empowered you.

"Thank you, Seungmin. It means a lot to me, to hear that and well, to finally have you home again." He smiled brightly, making your heart flutter. The bell chimed as someone walked into the café.

"Best get back to work." He laughed. You grabbed a napkin and pen, writing your contact details on it and passing it to him.

"text or call me anytime, Seungmin." He took the napkin off you and nodded before serving the customer. You brought up your fathers contact details, heart pounding against your chest, anxiety rising.

"It's now or never." You whispered before pressing the call button. "Time to get my life back."

3 hours later, you found yourself outside the closed café, your bags and suitcase situated by your feet, along with moving boxes. The chilly September air ran through your body, making you shiver, nuzzle into your scarf and wrap your coat around your body tightly. The streets were silent, with the occasional car passing by.

Looking around, you noticed a car coming pulling up to you. You frowned, your flight or fight mode activating. It was only when you recognized the figure that was coming out off the drivers side, did you relax.

"Hey, (Y/N)" A comfortable looking Seungmin walked to you, embracing you in a tight hug. He was wearing sweats, face bare and prepped for sleep. His figure looking small in an oversized hoodie that drowned him. You gripped onto his hoodie, nuzzling into his neck. You melted into him, into his warmth that you had longed for.

Seungmin held you, rubbing your back and whispering that he was proud of you. Butterflies evident in your stomach, you felt lost in the sweet moment. Seungmin pulled away and nodded at your luggage.

"You have everything?" You hummed as Seungmin opened the trunk of his car.

"Yeah, well, everything that's deemed as important to me." You lifted up the boxes, putting them in the trunk with Seungmin's help. Once done, the trunk closed and you seated yourself in the passenger side, the warmth welcoming you from the bitter outside air.

You sighed in content as Seungmin got in the drivers side. "Where to?" He asked, buckling himself up and placing his hands on the wheel.

"Oh, just to a hotel." You buckled yourself up also, looking at Seungmin who raised a brow.

"A hotel?" You nodded. "I don't think so, (Y/N) You're staying with me." Seungmin started the ignition and drove to his apartment.

"Are you sure? i don't want to intrude."

"I'm a million percent positive. Cant have you staying at a hotel, especially after the day you've had."

"Okay, if you're sure. It will only be a short while, until i find something." You mumbled, slouching in the seat. Seungmin hummed, his attention on the road ahead. You looked out of the passenger window, the silence comforting. For the first time in years, you felt free.

Right after Seungmin went to serve a customer, you called your father, claiming you needed to talk and it was urgent. You told him to meet you outside the company building you worked out.

What he didn't know, is that you went inside the building and told your boss to stick his job where the sun doesn't shine. You was done picking up everyone's mess.

Your father picked you up shortly after, driving to his home that you grew up in. You disliked where you grew up because it just held memories, memories of torment and heartbreak. Memories of a little girl getting denied by her father countless of times.

Once your entered the house, you wasted no time in telling your father how you truly felt. How you knew that he tried to pay of Seungmin. How you just quit your job five minutes ago. Years of pent up anger and hurt, exploded in the space of seconds.

Your fathers blood ran cold. "How dare you betray me and treat me like this after everything i have done for you!" You scoffed at his words, claiming that it wasn't done for your gain, but for his own. You was done living his life, done begging for your father to show you some love. You was done, full stop.

Your father warned you, told you to think very carefully because he could strip you of everything that you have, including the roof over your head. He used his power to dominate you, to try and intimidate you. That trick would have worked on you years ago, but not anymore.

True to his word, you became homeless in the space of one hour. You knew your father was a jerk, but tonight was the icing on the cake. You texted Seungmin, explained the whole situation. He told you to meet him outside the café.

You thanked the heavens above for having a kind and gentle man like Seungmin. A second chance of happiness has be granted to you and you snatched it with greedy hands. You never believed in fate, but after todays events, you worshipped it.

Seungmin's car came to a stop, the engine shutting off as he unbuckled himself and took the key out off the ignition. "We're here."

You unbuckled yourself and got out off the car, walking to the trunk. Seungmin opened it up and helped carry the boxes up to his apartment. Opening the door, you heard the pitter patters of feet against the hard wood floor. You placed your boxed in the hallway, taking off your shoes and coat.

"Hey buddy!" You looked over to see Seungmin squatting in front of a dog. You walked towards him, the dog becoming aware of you. They sniffed your feet's, legs figuring out who you are and what you was doing here.

"You got a dog?" You beamed, kneeling down to say hello.

"Yeah, his name is buddy." You laughed softly, noticing that he was a golden retriever. It was funny to you because you would always tease Seungmin, saying he looked like a Golden Retriever.

"He's so cute." You patted Buddy's head, giving him the occasional chin scratch. Seungmin made his way to the kitchen area, you and Buddy following.

"Make yourself at home. Feel free to shower and borrow some clothes if you have to. There is food in the fridge if you get hungry and of course, i have coffee."

"I might take a shower, if that's okay." Seungmin nodded.

"Of course. Spare towels are in the closet. Feel free to use the hairdryer." You thanked him, your feet patting against the floorboards. You rummaged in your luggage, getting clean panties and shorts. You settled on 'borrowing' one of Seungmin's t-shirts.

You grabbed a towel and locked yourself in the bathroom. Various toiletries decorated the sink and shelves. You picked up his perfume, inhaling the cinnamon scent.

You took a quick shower, allowing the warm water to relax your tired muscles and wash the day away. washing your hair and body, you turned the shower off and stepped out, drying yourself before dressing. You dried your hair and plodded your way to the living area where Seungmin was sitting, watching tv.

He glanced up at you and smiled as you sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder. "Better?" You hummed.

"Much. Thank you." Seungmin shrugged.

"Anything for you." You blushed at his words, feeling shy. Your heartbeat sped up. You settled on watching whatever was on tv, your mind drifting off.

Today has been one hell of a day. Something deep inside you ignited, your confidence grew to the point where you was able to stand up for yourself. You knew you wouldn't have been able to do half the things you did today if it wasn't for Seungmin.

Which begs the question, How long have you loved him? Since you shared the kiss? When you spent countless hours together? or when you first met. He has always been there for you, no matter what. Been the person you could fall back onto when times got tough.

Even when he left suddenly, your feelings never fading. Instead, they were buried behind the frustration, heartbreak, guilt and now all that was gone, your love is able to flourish and overcome your entire being.

You love Seungmin. You always have.

"What's on your mind?" You was pulled from your train of throughs by Seungmin.

"Oh, just, y'know. Long day." You smiled softly, crossing your legs on the sofa.

"You did good, (Y/N) I'm proud of you."

"I couldn't have done it without you." Seungmin went to dismiss your sentence. You raised your hand. "I mean it. You gave me confidence. I would have never been able to do what i did today but knowing i had you to fall back onto, knowing you have my back, gave me hope and confidence. So thank you so much."

Seungmin smiled as you held his hand in yours. "How you feeling about it all?"

you thought for a second. "Relieved. maybe a bit sad. All i wanted was my father so i guess the younger side of me died when i told my father to fuck off." You laughed, Seungmin nodding as his thumb stroked your hand gently.

"Understandable. At least you can live your life now. Be who you want to be, be with whoever you want to be with." His voice drifted off. You looked at him as he turned his head to the side.

"What's wrong?" Seungmin debated whether he should say what he's been wanting to say for years. In one deep breath, he blurted out: "I love you."

The confession was sudden, leaving you in a state of shock. Seungmin was becoming increasingly anxious the longer time went on.

"I'm sorry. Its been a long and rough day for you. The last thing you need i-" You cut him off. Your lips pressed firmly against his. He was shocked, brain failing to register that your lips are moving against his. He kissed back, lips moving in synch as he pulled you onto his lap.

You straddled him, legs either side as you cupped his cheeks, his hands on your waist. The kiss was slow and tender. Years of pent up feelings and passion exploded between you both. Your hearts hammering against your chests, butterflies in the stomach.

Seungmin's hands giving your soft flesh gentle squeezes, your lips parting slightly. Seungmin took this opportunity to slide his tongue inside, tongues meeting half way. Tongues colliding in a heated and passionate kiss, Seungmin swallowing your soft moans.

You was the first to pull away, panting and lips swollen slightly. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck going shy. Seungmin chuckled and rubbed your back. "I love you too, Seungmin."

It was in that moment you realised, coffee has never tasted so sweet to you.

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wickjump · 2 hours

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Its Bones from tiktok i relogged into tumblr specifically to ask if a leader in warrior cats loses one life to an illness will they like still have the illness and die again or like does starclan heal them

HI BONES okay so answer except i’m a bit rusty (hah) with my warrior cats knowledge on this:

it depends on whatever the writers deem fit for plot reasons as they’re inconsistent, though generally starclan is shown to heal them—however, they don’t heal disabilities or illnesses like dementia. i believe that caveat applies to chronic illnesses as well, though i’m not sure on that one fully. the inconsistencies arise when cats like firestar and windstar are healed from their severe wounds by starclan, but cats like tigerstar aren’t, or how starclan heals one sick leader but not another. generally, though, they would heal the ill cat

#not tagging the wc fandom because i’m terrified of them #they’re so. mean.#and angry #i say i like mapleshade and i get DOGGED ON

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ronkeyroo · 1 year

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hiya!! this doesn't have to do with the ask game you relogged, i have been meaning to send this to you for AGES actually- xD

i just wanted to pop in and say you and your art are incredibly admiring. you're actually one of the main reasons i made a tesblr to post my own stuff haha, as i've also been following you long before i made it! obviously i don't know you personally, but i hope that you're doing okay. you truly do inspire people and have made my day brighter with your art on my dash! :D whether its TES or anthro stuff!

i hope you're having a good day! keep doing what you do!

~ @maldov <3

Maldov!!!!!!!!!!!! Dude I - Thank you SO so much for writing to me!!! I've been sitting here in my silly chair shedding silly tears and feeling like a small, beaming sun as I read through your message ;_;) It casts such a lovely bloom in my heart...Reading how I was able to encourage your lovely tes blog to come into fruition with my art shenanigans! I got into Skyrim only last year, and yet it brought so SO MUCH JOY into my life - It excites me so much, experiencing this very same joy being shared and spread onwards like this...It reminds me just how much I enjoy being an artist and sharing my art with the world, and I cherish that so dearly...Be it with my Skyrim fanarts or my anthro work, I want to be able to brighten your day again! I want to be a source of positivity for those who stumble upon my art and I want to keep encouraging folks to share their own creations with the community as well! We're all so godang awesome and i've had such a wonderful time interacting with the TES fandom in my short time here Q_Q Thank you so much again for all of this love, Maldov! 💖

#Ronkey Replies #Tender Vibes #SOBS HARDER #i love it here so much...#dude i got so excited i had to plop into your blog and i love!!!!!!!! your art!!! youre so cool and i am LOVING your mirakk design yo!!#IM SURROUNDED BY SO MANY COOL PPL #WAGS TAIL FURIOUSLY

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inshectoryourlive · 9 months

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Breaking news guys!!

Something bad happened to me. That art with momo in the last post before the relogs fell off the drawing, because of my weak device :(

This is exactly the art. It's a pity that all my 10 hours of work on it went to waste, but I'm not upset, as I'm doing a new challenge for my drawing skills.

If anyone is interested then here (taken from my channel in the telegram)

Okay, I'm opening a new section.

Send clothes in the comments, and I will put on my Flaiber or someone else. If you want to wear other names besides Flaiber under clothes.

Names

<Themis✨>

<Fibi💪>

<Flaze🎨>

<Scott🉑>

<Seimon🚭>

Canon

-Momo🔴 🔵 🍀

-Clementine🉑♨️🍀✨

-Doc⚙️

-Zbaltozar🉑

-Guardian👾

-Morusque🎶

-Sheamus😐

-Blazer💵

-Peacemaker.🔴

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mass-piplup-outbreak · 2 years

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End of the Line - Chapter 9

[first] - [previous] - [next] read it on ao3! if you like the fic, please relog it!

Chapter 9: Sick Day Emmet catches a cold, and a friend comes by to help out. (content warning for a panic attack)

The next day Emmet takes off is the day he wakes up with a fever. He feels a little embarrassed to have to call out of work just a week after returning from his leave, but Galvantula hisses and screeches if he even steps near the front door. Chandelure gently guides him back to bed, probably at Ingo’s request.

Emmet drifts off again as soon as his head hits the pillow, but he barely spends any time asleep before he’s woken up by a loud Crash! from the kitchen. Forgetting that he’s sick enough to cough his lungs up, Emmet jumps out of bed and darts for the scene of the crime.

Noodles and broth are splattered everywhere, from the cabinets, to the floor, to even the ceiling! The mess seems to originate from a single can on the counter, which looks like it’s been run over by a train. Durant seems happy enough to clean up on its own, happily lapping the nasty remains of the soup.

One of the stove burners is on, but there isn’t anything placed on top of it. That was probably Chandelure’s job, given the fact that it drops the pot it was lifting to hover over a seemingly empty spot in the middle of the room.

Emmet has to stop for a moment to take it all in. Right. Spooky ghost brother shit. He can handle this.

“Stop that,” Emmet nudges Durant with his foot. His voice sounds rough, like Ingo used to at the end of a long day. “Go get Garbodor to clean up.”

Durant chitters in disappointment before sulking out of the kitchen.

Well, Emmet just put out the smallest fire first. Now for the literal inferno.

Careful not to step in any of the bits of soup, Emmet crouches down next to the spot where he thinks his brother is sitting. If the state of the kitchen is any indication, he is not in a good mood.

“Ingo?” Emmet coughs into his elbow. “Are you alright?”

Despite Emmet’s good intentions, his words offer no comfort to his brother. In fact, they have the exact opposite effect. The lights in the kitchen suddenly start flickering on and off, the cabinets swing open and Slam! shut, and Emmet realizes that he’s way out of his depth.

His first reaction is to squeeze his eyes shut, block out the lights and the sounds. This has got to be the craziest situation he’s ever found himself in. It’s straight out of a horror movie! Since when could he even do this, anyway?! Emmet did not sign up for a haunting, even if it’s-!

Even if it’s Ingo.

However, the fact that it is Ingo certainly changes things, doesn’t it?

“Ingo, it’s- it is okay!” Emmet stammers out. It’s all he can do, but damn it, it’s practically useless! How is he supposed to take care of Ingo like this?!

Maybe it’s just his imagination, but between the flashing of the lights, Emmet swears he sees a figure sitting in front of him. His knees are drawn to his chest, the same way Ingo used to hold himself and cry when he was a kid after throwing a tantrum. Man, the way he would scream when they tried to make him wear a dress…

Emmet would sit right by his side, holding his hand until he inevitably calmed down.

So that’s what he does again. Emmet reaches out and grabs Ingo’s hand, and his heart almost stops when his brother squeezes it back.

Ingo’s hand is cold.

As quickly as it started, the chaos stops. The lights finally go out, and the cabinets stop flailing open and shut. The pressure on Emmet’s hand disappears, mere seconds after he finally found it again.

“Ingo?” Emmet croaks out. Between his cold and whatever just happened, his throat feels even more raw than it did before.

The kitchen is silent, which is a cruel irony. “Ingo” and “quiet” are two words that never went together, at least not until recently. He filled all of the emptiness in their lives, talked and talked for hours when Emmet couldn’t even get a word out. And now…

Even though he’s back, Emmet still hasn’t heard his brother’s voice since he left all those years ago. He’s starting to forget it.

Chandelure gently pats the empty space before floating off. Emmet almost thinks that Ingo just abandoned him, until the Pokémon returns with the journal and pen they received from Shauntal.

It’s really only been a week since she came onto the Battle Subway, hasn’t it?

Emmet takes the journal from Chandelure, only because if he didn’t, it would place it directly into the splattered soup. He carefully leaves it open on the floor in front of Ingo. After a moment, the pen moves from Chandelure’s telekinesis.

Sorry. I’m OK.

“Don’t apologize,” Emmet insists. “What was that?”

Wanted to take care. Couldn’t pick up. Got mad, can went everywhere. Panic attack?

Ingo writes it like a question, and Emmet can almost remember the way his brother sounded when he was uncertain.

“Well, uh-” Emmet finds himself faltering yet again. He’s not good at comforting people with his words, and just wishes that he could hug Ingo so he’d know everything he’s trying to say. “You’re feeling better?”

Yes.

Emmet nods. Ugh, he can already feel a headache coming on, he definitely needs to lay back down soon. “So. It appears you have powers beyond breaking our TV.”

It seems so.

“However, you are having difficulty conducting your abilities,” Emmet reasons. “We will work on that, too.”

Not mad?

“You exploded a can of soup,” Emmet grins, just the tiniest bit excited by the prospect. “That is verrrrry cool! I want to know what else you can do.”

Thank you. Ingo’s handwriting is shakier than usual, which means it’s time to give him a break. With everything that’s happened this morning, he deserves some time to decompress.

“Let’s watch another movie?” Emmet suggests. They’ve been slowly making their way through their own personal collection after work, when Emmet is tired and Ingo is bored. It’s actually been interesting to reunite Ingo with his favorite films, if only to see him freak out afterwards about how they’re the best things he’s ever watched.

Before Ingo has a chance to respond, the front door slams open.

“EMMET!” Elesa’s voice easily travels from the front door to the kitchen. Emmet swears internally. What’s she doing here?!

Galvantula, the traitor that it is, leads Elesa into the kitchen. She gasps in horror, and Emmet remembers that usually people don’t cause this much of a mess when they try to cook.

“Emmet, what did you do?!”

Oh. Oh no.

‥

Ingo is very—or as Emmet would say, verrrrrry—uncomfortable with the situation in their apartment right now. Elesa has managed to wrangle Emmet to the couch, despite his protests that he feels fine. He ends up pouting on the couch, tucked into the blanket that Elesa stole from his bed. In the back of his mind, Ingo can remember making the remark that there’s no way to say no to Elesa.

Emmet at least managed to keep the journal away from her, clutching it to his chest even now. Neither of them are prepared for her to find out just yet.

As of late, Ingo has been trying to figure out how to sit on furniture. He doesn’t pass through the floor, and he can handle stairs and elevators just fine. There’s got to be some secret to tangibility that he’s missing. Of course, he can’t really practice with Emmet hogging the couch, so he sits on the floor beside him.

Emmet fiddles with his Xtransceiver, which Ingo has given up on trying to figure out for now. Movies are one thing, but this ArcPhone-like device is something else. He places it on the coffee table, eyes trained on the open screen.

He seems to have some sort of writing app open, with the message Are you still there? typed out.

Chandelure nuzzles into Ingo’s side, a bit of that cold energy settling in his chest. It’s a strange feeling, especially since he hates the cold, but it at least causes that numb buzz to fade away.

Ingo pokes at the Xtransceiver, and the screen glitches the tiniest bit.

“Good.” Emmet pulls the blanket up, finally resigning himself to staying on the couch. It looks comfortable, even if Eelektross and Archeops are currently pinning him down. “I like knowing you’re here.”

Well, there goes Ingo’s plan to hole himself up in his room until Elesa leaves. At least there’s something he can do to help Emmet feel better.

Ingo stares at his right hand, flexing his fingers in an attempt to find that warm feeling again. Did he imagine it, or did Emmet actually manage to hold his hand? It was brief, gone as soon as it came, but its familiarity yanked Ingo out of his spiral. The gesture is rooted deep in his mind, but he’s not exactly sure when the seed was planted.

“Luckily, that wasn’t your last can of soup.” Elesa enters from the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in her hands. “Sit up, you need to eat today.”

“Elesa braved the kitchen just for me.” Emmet grins as she hands him the soup. He tries to lean his head on her shoulder when she sits down next to him, only to be forcibly shrugged off.

“You look like a Cubchoo right now,” Elesa complains. “I do not want to catch anything from you.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“Now Emmet, Elesa took time out of her day to take care of you,” Ingo launches into a lecture. “The least you could do-”

“Because you’re sick, you Bidoof!” Elesa pokes Emmet’s forehead, cutting off Ingo’s speech on the importance of appreciating your friends.

Ingo closes his mouth, letting the words die on his tongue. Being ignored in this context is logical, at the very least. Elesa wouldn’t know he was speaking; she doesn’t even know he’s here right now! She probably hasn’t even thought about him for a while. It’s not like he’s been around to remind her.

“How did you know I was sick?” Emmet asks, slumping away from Elesa after being so coldly rejected.

Elesa's smile turns devious. “I have an inside source, darling. Now, do you need anything else? You haven’t had a sick day since you collapsed at the station last year.”

Sorry, Emmet did what? Ingo immediately abandons his wallowing, because what the hell, Emmet?

“Elesa!” Emmet shouts, his face flushing even more than it had been before. “There are people here who did not need to know that!”

“Oh, please,” Elesa rolls her eyes. “We all know.”

Emmet mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like, “Not all of us.” Ingo stifles a laugh at his poor, idiot brother.

The two of them continue their bantering, and so Ingo leans his head against Chandelure and closes his eyes. Strangely enough, this is… nice. Nostalgic, even.

He might as well make the most of it.

‥

Emmet eventually ends up falling asleep again, but only after he took some cold medicine that seemed disgusting. The TV is currently playing an overdramatized nature show, something about giant river Pokémon, and Ingo is simultaneously unable to look away and bored out of his mind. Since when did he care so much about fishing?

Elesa is sitting on the floor beside Ingo, only because Emmet is sprawled out over the entire couch. Out of curiosity, he peers over her shoulder, only to see she’s searching for methods to reduce fevers on her Xtransceiver.

Oh! Oh right! Fevers! Ingo forgot that was a part of being sick. Darn, he really would have been useless if he’d tried to take care of Emmet on his own, wouldn’t he? It’s probably for the best that Elesa came over.

It’s frustrating, to say the least. On one hand, Ingo is glad that someone who’s capable is here to shoulder the burden. It’s not like he could force Emmet to take his medicine the way Elesa had, after all. But on the other hand, he wishes he could do more. Emmet is his brother, and he would do the most to make sure Ingo recovered if he was the one who was sick. Some part of Ingo’s memory reminds him that he has done the most, several times in fact.

Maybe…

Ingo rests his hand on Emmet’s forehead, doing his best not to phase through him. He knows he gives people the chills by now, but surely this is enough to cool him down. Right?

In his sleep, Emmet’s smile grows just the slightest bit wider. Ingo thinks that means he’s doing a good job.

For a brief moment, everything is peaceful. Ingo is actually helping Emmet, not the other way around! It feels amazing to be able to make a difference like this again, even if it’s something small. Maybe he could figure out what happened in the kitchen and use those powers? It’d take a lot of work, but if it’s for Emmet, then-

Elesa stands and as she passes by Emmet, she gently takes the journal from his hands.

Oh no no no, that’s not good at all! Ingo trails after her, panic seeping into each step that he takes. What is she doing?! Hasn’t she ever heard of privacy before?!

Archeops quietly squawks in protest, though he’s currently trapped in between Emmet and the back of the couch.

“Sssh.” Elesa holds a finger up to her mouth. “I’m just putting this on the coffee table. It can’t be comfortable to hold like that.”

Oh. Ingo sighs in relief, his shoulders dropping. Archeops grumbles something as well, settling back in next to Emmet. Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Elesa is a good friend, after all, she wouldn’t blatantly disrespect Emmet like that.

“But this can’t be Emmet’s journal, right?” Elesa reasons, and Ingo’s stomach drops again. She turns the book over in her hands. “He’s never been one to write down his feelings. So what is this, exactly?”

And then, without even waiting for an answer, Elesa opens the journal. Her face drops the second she does.

She must recognize the handwriting. She has to. Emmet says they’ve been friends for years, there’s no way she doesn’t know.

What Ingo does next is not something he thinks too heavily about. He grabs the pen from the coffee table and throws it right at Elesa. It makes contact right on the bridge of her nose.

“Ow! You-!” The pen clatters to the ground beneath Elesa, and brings a hand to the stinging red spot on her face. Her angry scowl is replaced by wide-eyed confusion the second that she notices that the spot the pen came from is empty. Not that Ingo would call it empty, but he gets how it looks to her.

“What is going on here? Is this place haunted?!” Elesa wonders aloud. Thankfully, Emmet is capable of sleeping through a train crash, and so he remains blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding around him.

Elesa looks back at the journal, still cracked open in her hands. It’s obvious what she’s thinking, flipping through the pages faster than she could be reading them. Besides, with the tears welling up in her eyes, she probably isn’t seeing much anyway.

Know. Remember.

I missed you.

I didn’t mean to.

I never thought it would happen like this.

I won’t leave you again.

-Ingo

“What is this?” Elesa swallows back a sob, her mascara already beginning to smear. “You can’t- you can’t be…”

Ingo decides that he might as well. He’s already blown his cover. He picks the pen up off the ground and reaches past Elesa to the next empty page. She gasps as he does so.

Hi Elesa.

“Ingo?” Elesa tentatively asks, her voice shaking as if the word itself is sacrilege.

Yes.

And even though she’s crying, mascara running down her cheeks like rain on a window, Elesa laughs. For some reason, though, it feels like she doesn’t find this situation very funny. “You have got to be ele-kidding me right now.”

‥

Emmet wakes up to the sound of excited chattering, which is confusing enough on its own. Blearily, he sits up on the couch, which immediately launches him into another coughing fit. When he finally manages to calm his breathing, he sees Elesa sitting beside the coffee table, with the journal open in front of her.

“Uh, Elesa!” Emmet panics. Shit, how much did she read?! “What are you-”

“Emmet, did you know your brother is really good at drawing Tangelas?” Elesa asks, as if that’s a normal question to ask about a dead guy. “He’s seriously talented.”

Emmet blinks. His eyes finally land on the pen, moving on its own in swirling patterns. It takes a moment for his mouth to catch up with his brain.

“What?”

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Found myself reading Vol'jin: Shadows of the Horde today. Realized that that's it, I'm in deep, I'm reading a motherfucking WARCRAFT BOOK, so might as well...

So after a bit of searching found a private server that seemed agreeable (BFA, 1x rates available) and yep. That's it, I'm in modern WoW instead of pretending nothing beyond WotLK exists.

So far I'm loving it. Trolls look goooood here (Well, they always do. But now they look the high-polygon kind of good).

Still made the same char as my main in WotLK, though - class, color, face, hair... Even name (it wasn't taken, lucky me. Pity same was not the case for my warlock's name - gonna have to make a separate one once I can think of something)! Here he is, in all his low-level, still-basic-armor glory.

...

Okay, so, you see the beginning. And now onto the other shit. That being bugs of that specific server (lots and lots AND LOTS), opinions on stuff, and an occasional rant.

The first thing I've found was with the "the ancient enemy" quest. Vol'jin, buddy, pal, my beloved leader... Not that you don't look lovely jus' standing there, but I've read how it's supposed to go and "standing there, then giving the speech, then standing in the statue, then fucking leaving" as I slowly, sloooowly chip away at that Sea B... Err, Witch's health for 15 minutes straight is NOT it. No, the fact that the quest is considered already done while she's still very much alive does not improve things. I may be a filthy pirate, but I'm a proper player, too. I want to DO quests.

And not that I don't love your voice, but that post-quest voice line? Got it from the first time just fine. No need to repeat it until I relog.

...

Another thing is the Spirit healer of the Darkspear Isle's graveyard. Look, girl. I'm glad you're friends (or more. Not judgin') with your colleague at Sen'jin Village's graveyard, but maybe visit her when off duty? Not fun to run all the way there for a rez.

...

That next one I should have discovered earlier, but oh, well. So that moment when you talk to that troll with the raptors and get a ride to where you're supposed to fight nagas. Heh. Not that I don't appreciate an early taste of riding a flying mount, but I prefer my raptors to be running, not flying through the air sideways. Ending up dropped off where I'm supposed to rather than amidst a bunch of very much HUMAN (no tails or scales or anything) enemies would have also been nice.

...

And speaking of rides. Raider Jhash, whether you like it or not, Master Gadrin says you're supposed to give me a ride to Razor Hill. So, maybe less "you're annoying my dog", more wolf-riding? Eh? What, not even a non-working option for that? FINE, I'll walk. Asshole.

...

The shaman says that he'll tell me a story. Tells nothing. Guess I'll have to think on my own. Lucky him that I need no tale to disagree with Garrosh: never liked that guy in the first place.

...

Sorry, guys-that-maybe-drowned, can't save ya. Can't FIND ya. Because I'm supposed to use the spyglass at the top of the watchtower, but apparently the top is not the top, since it just doesn't work. Look, I tried. Not my fault.

...

Sorry, Zen'Taji, those plainstriders ain't getting saved. No self-preservation, they'd rather die than run.

...

Aww, one escort quest that has a chance to be fun, and it's not working. No caravan defence for me! I guess at this point it can be safely assumed that any "take quest, talk to the NPC for the next part" types are broken here. Pity.

...

Echeyakee, what the fuck are you doing? Are you pretending to be a druid? Are you evolving? No, seriously, what's up with that staff in your paw?

...

No Captain Longshore fo' me (because, again "talk to the NPC to continue), and no checking the caravan wreckage either (because... just because. Nothing happens.). If it wasn't my only option for BFA, I'd leave already.

...

I have found it. The shining, flawless gemstone of my bug collestion.

Behold:

You get it, yes? No? This fella here, I'm supposed to kill him. For a quest. Kill a bunch of centaurs, he appears, you kill him. And he even appeared fine!

But allied to the Horde. To Orgrimmar.

He had slain the remaining centaurs himself and I can't do shit to him because, well. I'm a troll, very much a Horde member even if the way it is now is not exactly the way I like to see it, and he's apparently on my side now. Had to abandon the quest.

...

Made a goblin since with those graphics I CAN, for once, take the gobs seriously.

Of course I've found another glitch there!

Now, the quests, so far, work fine (then again. None were of the variation that tends not to work on this server). But there's two things.

I am pretty. Fucking. Sure. That the spotlight is not supposed to be permanently attached to the car and remain where you have dismounted form it until you use the key again. Seriously, for all the love of shiny things that the goblins possess, and for all their genius with technology, I really don't think that "light shining onto a car from the skies, all the time, following it perfectly" is something they could have done. So, pretty sure it's a bug.

The PC's companions. There's that lady among them, forgot her name. Point is, there's that ONE lady among them. And then there's the quest with pirates and suddenly there are five more following me. Same name, same looks, they're all the same gob girl. Just six of her for some reason. Lasted until I summoned the car again, since there's only enough room for one of her in it.

Oh! And I've found a third thing. near the mine, when you're on the few final quests before finally heading to Durotar, the enemies are all dead. Maybe they should be dead, maybe they shouldn't be... But they sure as fuck shouldn't be sliding on the ground as if still patrolling the territory!

...

And again to my very much non-goblin main character's encounters with the many, many bugs: that quest with the boat ride? Yeeeah, that ain't happening. No option to even talk to the guy. Sorry, whoever I had to deliver the semi-precious gems to, you're not getting them because arriving to you through any other means apparently doesn't count.

...

The Valentine's Day quest (the one with the goblin detective): broken. The orc lady wants you to see the fuck her beloved is doing, but once you're done with that and come to tell of your findings? That question mark ain't yellow.

The normal, regular, quest chain where you, on the request of another orc lady, gather fel fire and talk to the warlock, and bomb the elves, and all that: broken. No imp transformation, the towers, again, aren't towers enough to use what you have to use on them, and there's no "persuading the warlock" (or, indeed, talking to him at all outside of taking the non-working quest). Yaaay.

Also, found another misplaced Spirit Healer. Don't know which graveyard she's missing from, but the one closest to that place with the satyr and the demon portals has two.

But I'm still staying. I wanna see Zandalar for myself (with a non-Zandalari char because Talanji's fine, but I'm not here for her), and that'll take actual progression because the portal doesn't work (fine. That's meant to be. Never went there. Makes sense) and the ship doesn't either (considering my previous experience of successfully traveling via ships/zeppelins to the areas I have no busyness being in yet, that one's probably not supposed to be like that)

...

Sorry, Gurtar or whatever's your name, Draaka's not getting that flower braid. It's not that i want her to forget you, you seem like a somewhat okay orc, I'd be glad to help, it's just that the bloody flowers are NOT cooperating! They're there. They're sparkling. Interactable alright. Loot window is there. Notification in the chat about receiving said loot is there. All fine and dandy... Except for that part where they should appear in my inventory.

...

Non-bug talk again. Ranting about stuff instead. Warcraft makes me feel saaaad. On the BfA server, aside from all the bugs, I'm sad because the Horde is not MY Horde, and I only see Vol'jin alive because I'm early in the story, and I'll have to go through THAT to get to Zandalar, so sadness is unavoidable. And on my usual, fine and non-buggy (aside from pets sometimes running in place when the owner stops. Annoying when fishing. Just tap-tap-tap in the background) WotLK one I'm sad because... Well. I'm a VERY TROLL player. Sure, I got some undead. But other than that? Very Troll. Love 'em. Love my trolls, love NPC trolls. So Sen'jin Village being just that tiny thing, and the state of Echo Isles at that point of the story? Sad. Master Gadrin not having unique voice lines there yet? Sad (after hearing him in BfA I maybe got a bit obsessed? Maaaybe? I have maybe visited the Village SPECIFICALLY to click him repeatedly, like, five times already? He. Just. Sounds. So. Nice. I wanna hug him. Or draw him, which with my shit skills is not, in fact, any more possible than hugging him). Hell. Vol'jin, looking non-unique, like just another troll, young and alive and not dying any time soon? Well, now I know it won't last. So I see him like that and I'm sad because I know what's coming.

So to put it in fewer words, Playing Warcraft makes me sad, not playing Warcraft would also make me sad. It's just sadness all around.

...

But to lighten things up a tad: summoning a rat (battle pet) creates a rat (WILD, capturable battle pet). Rats function fine other than that. have it in your party, it does its thing fine. It's just trying to summon it to follow you that's bugged. Just endless wild rats. If I were less of as-lawful-as-you-can-be-while-still-pirating-shit kinda dude, I'd probably try to see how many I can make happen.

...

Still at it, because even despite all the bugs (and having a char on a perfectly working, bug-free so far, pain-free due to the timeline, MoP server) I keep having that MIGHTY NEED! Of getting to Zandalar, and dying there, and being laughed at by Bwonsamdi. And all that.

So! O miracle of miracles! A quest that requires gathering something, making something else out of it and using it on an interactable object WORKED! And another one, that required using a thing in a specific place worked, too. Pretty sure there were supposed to be visual effects of some kind, but I'll take what I can.

Too bad Blastranaar doesn't work. Because, again. It's a "talk to the NPC to proceed". Those are fucking broken here. Killing the targets manually might be possible, but likely won't count, seeing how a similar quest went when I tried it (it didn't).

...

Guys. I don't think that's how you're supposed to ride. I'm no expert, but generally the rider tends to go on top of the mount.

...

Sorry, dude, those mines are staying disarmed. They just refuse to cooperate.

...

Also, a few more things to say: 1. That bear dude (furbolg? I think they're called furbolgs) you should kill for his totem. Hoo, buy! For starters, the flag-placing counts as done as soon, as you take the quest. And all those guys you have to survive? They're already on the hill. All of them.

The bear leader himself is, too. Well, not on the hill, but near it. And once you kill him, there, of course, is the totem! That you can't pick up. Quest unfinishable!

Earlier, when you take a quest from the orc lady, a shaman I suppose, to meet some person from the Earthen Ring. Person in question is not there. The question mark is alright, but not the dude/dudette it belongs to. Quest unfinishable!

Also, pet battles. A lot of things you'll find are DEAD. As in, it's a species-wide thing, not individual critters slain by something. You want a coral snake? Lol, nope, they're all dead from the very start. Can't fight 'em, can't capture 'em. Cheetah cub? Dead. Creepy crawly? Just get a dung beetle and pretend that that's what you wanted. Gazelle fawn? Yep, sliding on the ground while dead as a fucking doornail.

Oooh, and when you have to kill That guy, Keeper whatever-his-name, started with O. The deer dude.

First of all, before you get to him. There are some orcs nearby, and some are friendly alright, as they should be. Others, though... Guys! Guuuuys! I'm a troll! Like, part of the Horde? Like you? I get it that our species are not on the best terms right now (through no fault of ours), but do you really have to attack me? Well, if anyone asks, it was self-defence.

And secondly. The Keeper himself. I understand he is supposed to be inside one of the tree-tower's rooms. Well, he ain't there!

He and his deertaur buddies decided "eh, deer, goat, both have cloven hooves, they're basically the same thing" and climbed onto. The. Fucking. Roof.

Killing him required abusing my pet's ability to phase through the walls in pursuit of prey (and he probably shouldn't be able to do that. Dude is a normal, living raptor, not a vengeful ghost of one! Though that'd be SICK) and some switching between passive/defensive mode of said pet as well as a bit of maneuvering on my part.

Definitely not how it's supposed to go.

...

A fresh bunch of bugs! And a bit more:

The cannon that I'm supposed to shoot gnome planes with doesn't work, the balloon doesn't work either (but hey! At least the ride counts as taken, so I can just arrive to the goal through other means and finish the quest!), the bomb in the spy quest is usable, but useless due to spies not being stealthed in the first place, I'm pretty sure that falling rocks are supposed to be visible, not just mysterious death outta nowhere, those warmachines don't work either, that's another quest un-doable.

Also, not bug, but daaamn! Three (three!) last places I've been to while on quests had no vendors. Guess I'll have to go elsewhere to free up some bag space. Maybe Orgrimmar - so that I can check if profession trainers got anything new and exciting for me. And maybe gonna go visit Sen'jin Village too, while I'm at it. Not for any real purpose, just to click Master Gadrin a few times. Sure, I can just listen to his voice on Wowhead, but where's the fun in that?

...

For once, glad a quest didn't work. "To be Horde" sounds like something I very much don't want to actually go through, accept-reject-go for the next that probably shouldn't be available without it, but is is juuust fine by me.

And yea, went to Orgrimmar to sell some stuff and learn some recipes, got some fresh armor (sure, I get plenty for the quests... Problem is, I like challenge, and quest ones often turn purple, while before finishing I was promised green/blue. Purple is a bit too strong for my tastes, so I mostly use what I make myself instead).

And visited Sen'jin Village. Even without actually doing that damn quest, I was still in need of lightening the mood a bit, so pestering Master Gadrin was a must.

...

Another thing:

This.

See how the pridemanes sparkle? That's because they're skinnable. But no, they didn't "die weird", ending up standing as if still alive. They ARE alive. And skinnable (or show as such. I'm not a rogue, if that raptor by my side wasn't a clue enough. I can't sneak close enough to try). They aren't the only ones, there's also wolves like that, and that one giant fish.

...

Stiiill at it. Changing of... Forgot his name. Doesn't matter. That orc Warlord in Desolation Hold. Point is, ya go to the top of the tower, because he asks you to go with him, thinking you'll help him. But you kill him.

And oh, you can kill him alright. That part works. And counts for the quest!

But the tower, as usual, is not tower enough. So killing counts, going doesn't, quest half-done and unfinishable.

But on the positive side, that quest where you blow up siege engines that look like firepowder stuffed in greasy socks? It works THE BEST! The siege engines actually fall to pieces, and there's "BOOM!" and you can't just blow up the same one over and over like you could with the tent-incinerating quest!

The sparks stay after the siege engine is gone, the ones that indicate that something can be interacted with, but it's a minor thing.

...

Silithid mounds are either not Silithid enough, or not mounds enough. What I'm saying is, I can't pour pitch on them, so I can't do the quest. Fortunately, ones running freely near Fort Triumph count just fine.

Griffins are where they're supposed to be (though they spend a lot of time standing in the sky, rather than flying), and the hook works! But there is just tiiiny little problem:

That quest requires me to kill the RIDERS.

Griffins are on their own. Unmounted. Owners nowhere to be seen. Can't do that quest, either.

So that's ALL quests in that zone undoable (at all or in the intended way). At least the silithid quest gave me my next target, so I guess in a way that was the one most important. And it means I don't have to go to Desolace yet! I have a quest for that but not really looking forvard to it. Visited it briefly on the WotLK server. I know pre- and post- Cataclysm things may be quite different, but I really don't think it became any more enjoyable.

...

Found a working quest! A line!

And it's a good one so far. Doesn't hurt. Just helping a guy make his dream come true. Sure, the guy is undead. And the "dream" in question is to build an abomination. But still. He's eager! He has a sense of humor! He, so far, haven't asked me to kill allies!

I mean, look at this! How can I walk past him and not help? I can't!

...

Mankrik stands, surrounded by Quillboars. The quillboars are mere animated models, just walking around, nameless, levelless, untargetable. He asks me to kill 13 Quillboars. Were I to count ones around him, the number would likely match. There are proper ones nearby, quest-marked, so I can do it. Still, a strange sight.

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Sooo, Desolace! And that dead elf, Furien. The fact that I had to ride my very much terrestrial little raptor instead of taking Furien's Dragonhawk and flying to his sister because, as always, that kinda thing is broken? No big deal. Used to it. Expected it.

Furien's Footsteps (where you ALSO have to go on your own, because any sort of "tell the flight master, and they'll get you there" doesn't work either. You can use their services, but you can't talk to them) is where the fun REALLY starts! And ends.

Because you can't do it. Going to the places where you're supposed to go doesn't count. Doing the quests? Well, it counts for the quests themselves, but as far as Furien's Footsteps are concerned, those shrines, and statues and whatnot are still very much unvisited.

Quest undoable! I just hope it wasn't supposed to be a long line spanning the whole location and kicking me to the next with its last quest. That'd be awkward.

...

"The Emerging Threat" worked!

And yes, it's a big deal. It's a "speak to the NPC for the quest-important thing to happen", and until now I thought ALL of those were broken on Firestorm's BfA servers.

Sure, it didn't work from the first try.

And it didn't work well:

Two of Korrah's mounts, one for me to ride, green-named, other - yellow, just following partially clipped through "mine", both running in the air instead of flying...

Took a long time to scout those nagas like that!

But still. I was placed onto a mount, even if only on a second try, I did a circle above the naga-infested areas, I was returned to the starting point. And it counted for the quest.

That's unusual and also wonderful.

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Guess there's no "lifting of the tired soul" for me: mounds of fertile soil aren't themselves enough to plant the Cenarion seeds.

Also, breaking the Magram spirit or whatever? Ain't happening either: the spear is already there (and wandering around), the centaurs are already there, and no matter how many I kill, it doesn't count for the quest (also, the Magram chieftain is also already there)

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Ended up going to Feralas on my own, because there are no more quests in Desolace.

As in, ones I can do: Smeed is not interactable, so I can't give him the harnesses.

Furien's Footsteps, as I've mentioned before, can't be done because the quests at the shrines can't.

Planting seeds and dealing with the centaurs - nope, not workin'

And that one where you're supposed to take control of a demon... You get the "channeling" you get the effect, but you do NOT get the demon. he is still very much loyal to his master and won't tolerate an attack on him.

And there's nothing else. Probably supposed to be, but nope. Nada. Nothing.

So I'm walking into Feralas blind, gonna have to piece together what's up with everything there without having a starting point.

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Decided that nothing will cheer me up better (and after losing all but three chapters of a fic I liked re-reading I did need cheering up) than being mocked by Bwonsamdi for dying.

So I went into the game with my untouched, made-him-and-left-him Zandalari priest.

Died.

No Bwonsamdi.

Ran all the way to Nazmir.

And, okay. He's there. Found him in two spots plus (obviously) in Necropolis.

Got mocked, feeling better now.

As for bugs - pretty sure he's not supposed to be carrying fishing rod EVERYWHERE. I mean, I appreciate the thing being made of bones. Great style!

But, Bwonsamdi, dear, sure you need it even when away from water? Whatcha fishin' for in necropolis?

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Back to my main character and back to Feralas. An amazing-sounding quest about shrinking giants and, naturally, it doesn't fucking work. Pity.

Also, still not sure what's the deal with the Dragon-lady. According to her I have apparently dealt with some problem. but I didn't. Either it was a continuation of Furien's questline and therefore inaccessible, or it's just straight up missing.

...

Hmm. A variation on the trouble with wingrider masters: the option to talk to her is there, but clicking of it (or on the normal flight option) does nothing.

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