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hey momther my mother is becoming an antivaxxer please comfort me and tell me it's okay that Im not close to her and I'm not obligated to be her friend

I love you momther

Tell me where you are and I’ll be on my way in this car that I borrowed without permission with intentions of love and giving.

Everything will be okay, I’m here for you. Friendship is not something that is given based on the relationship with the person, rather the relationship you build. You are under no obligation to be friends with anyone you don’t want to be friends with.

I love you lots as well, Void.

#the Dragon Paremt answers!!#Void child

Character: 961 Zero

One of my first gals, my lowkey synesthesia snuck in when I was making her (9 is black, 6 is green, 1 is a lightish silver, 0 is while or a bright void. No I didn't realize that her color scheme correlated with how I connected numbers to colors until three.. four (?) years later :|)

Category: Void (no story comes with her just sorta vibing with me in the void)

I used to absolutely love drawing her and its been awhile so b a m i drew this a few nights ago.

#961 zero #my art #void child #6 is green and you CANT pry that feom my cold dead hands cause im immortal sister #im never gonna die #dabs #uh yeah so um... art #female oc #original character #not purple but still valid imo #neek art

Void Child P1

‘Pandaria’ Son’ispa let out a sigh like she was content about their choice of vacation. ‘Now you can relax, not have to worry about anything but exploring a new part of the world as mother and daughter. As it should have been from the start. Love Alexander, but girls need to have time to do things as well.’

Temperance took in the air, it felt different and at the same time freeing to be so far away from everything. No one would know what a witch of Drustvar was. No one would ask her if she was a witch. This was as close to freedom as she could find. With ever Pandaren who passed by, with every new sigh and smell Temperance knew this was what she was needing. She loved going to Stormwind, but this was new, and new excited her.

Down a busy market street she watched as people were busy making quick street food. The smells were like nothing Temperance had ever experienced before and she stopped at a stall that had dumplings being pulled from a steamer basket and into neat leaf bowls for customers to take with them. An elderly Pandaren woman looked up and cause Temperance’s attention. “You want to try? Three copper for five!”

Nodding Temperance pulled out her purse and paid the woman. “These look amazing. I’m wanting to learn how to cook more things.”

When she was about to take a bite of a dumpling the woman let out a loud warning tone. “No! Take a bite then drink the inside before you eat.”

The instructions did not go unheard and Temperance did as the woman said, the burst of fatty savory soup with hints of ginger and something she didn’t know well. The pork inside the dumpling was also soft and fell apart on her tongue lacing her with an endorphin rush. “This is amazing.” She whispered it like a prayer as she looked back to the woman. “Thank you so much for making these.” She gave a bow.

The woman watched Temperance for a moment before raising a hand. “You want to learn?”

Drinking from the second dumpling Temperance coughed and nodded. Swallowing and trying to make sure she could speak. “Yes ma'am, I... I didn’t have anyone to teach me how to cook, but I never want to eat a boring meal again.”

“Oh you poor thing.” She nodded. “Tomorrow before sunrise, come here. I will teach you how to make these dumplings, yes? Good?”

‘Do we really think we can trust her Ducky?’

But Temperance was smiling, looking at the product the woman made and thought of how it would look when she brought out a large towering basket for dumplings for her friends. Would they be impressed, they might just stuff their faces and not think twice, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted someone who was going to eat and eat well with her.

She was never having a boring meal again.

“Before sunrise?” She said making sure she heard the woman correctly. “I’ll be here!”

‘Our hands hurt’ Son’Ispa grumbled but Temperance’s eyes were locked on the dumpling she was folding. The woman had told her how many folds go into the dumpling, but Temperance’s hand kept making lumpy malformed versions of the woman’s works of art.

“Do not be so rough with it.” The older woman said as she looked over and watched Temperance fight with her current dumpling. Taking up the next round of dough and some of the pork gelatin mix she slowly demonstrated the fold. “Be easy with the dough, it knows more than you.”

Temperance swallowed and started the next dumpling. “Who taught you to do this?”

“My grandmother, she was good woman, hard woman too.”

“Have you gotten to teach your grandchildren how to do this?” Temperance continued, hoping to make pleasant conversation.

The old woman let out a sigh. “They don’t like cooking. Want to be big heroes, go to the Alliance and Horde so they can fight bad people, not learn the honest ways. If everyone is a hero, who is left to feed people? Hm?”

‘For being a cantankerous old biddy... she has a point.’

“I’ll keep this with me.” She said thinking about how the dumplings were made. “I don’t see myself as an adventurer. I help people, but that’s all.”

“Helping people is good. Going to face old gods is stupid.” The woman nodded her eyes determined on her face, speeding up her movements to continue her days work. “Do you cook for yourself?”

The question caught her just as she made a dumpling in the correct shape. “I got it!” Temperance smiled and put it down to try to recreate it. “I normally cook for myself. I was sick for years and had really bland food for most of my life. When I found my guardian he let me try food from all over Azeroth and, I don’t want to eat a bad meal ever again.”

The old woman looked over her expression troubled. “You have good reason then. Always remember the good food. Eat it well. Savor it. Food can unlock memories and make new memories.”

Food was a language Temperance wanted to master. She had a lot she wanted to master, but cooking would bring joy to her every day. Letting her keep the promise to herself. She was never going to have a bad or bland meal again. Not if she had a choice.

Distantly there was a siren going off. It game like a whistle then the alarm grew louder. The older woman stopped in her work her eyes going to the sky. “We need to get inside.”

‘No we don’t’

“Why?” Temperance worked to put the food away, but she was asking both Son and the Pandaren woman. Were alarms like this normal? What did they mean? “What’s going on.”

Picking up a basket the old woman held out her hand. “The Mogu are coming, they’re working for N’Zoth. They never came this far before.”

‘We aren’t going anywhere Ducky, if you go with her the Mogu will find her and kill her. Who do you think they are looking for?’

Anger boiled inside of Temperance’s heart. “Run. Hide, I’ll distract them.” She didn’t let the old woman try to talk her into staying. Instead, she left the stall and ran as fast as she could, towards the alarms, away from anyone who could get hurt. Once she was out of listening range she spoke up.

“Alexander said we were to avoid the assaults! He said it wasn’t safe for me.”

‘Pa’thay is a general, but he doesn’t know how strong you are. You should know your family... and it’s been absolutely forever since I’ve seen some of these people. They need to know who you are, what you mean to Pa’thay and I.’

“You could get innocent people killed. I don’t want to hurt people!” Temperance pushed past the last of the buildings out into the clearing so she could see nothing but woods around her. Her heart was twisting in her chest, anger at Son growing, fear for the good people of the village mounting.

‘Why does it matter?’

“It matters because I care about people!” Temperance shouted her hands going into fists. “This is why I want you out of my head. You’re not always right.”

Silence filled the space in her mind. Like when Temperance pushed Son away she could tell the entity was there, but couldn’t or wouldn’t speak.

Further... something moved. It was big and it snapped twigs and small limbs. The shape shuffled and the closer it got the more of a giant it became. Temperance looked up, and she locked her jaw as she saw the large Mogu. Without Son’Ispa there to speak she had to try something.

“I am Son’Ispa and Pa’Thay’s Daughter.”

Her voice was twisted with the void, the Shath’Yar was easy for her to speak and felt like breathing.

“Harm none and take me instead.”

This is what she could do. She didn’t want to be a hero, but she did want to do the right thing. The right thing right then was being the one to save people. To be the one to be taken by N’Zoth’s allies to go who knows where.

#Void Child #1/4 #SL #Temperance's adventures with the void.