A/N: This is garbage. Let's play a drinking game. Take a shot every time the word "dear," or any variation of that word, appears. The end of the game only occurs when you die due to the sheer amount of alcohol in your system.
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Our story starts within an invisible forcefield surrounding approximately 3 acres of forest and a 2 story house. Inside of that house Y/n softly hummed a tune as she washed the dishes whilst moving her hips to the sound, her long, black dress swaying with each of her movements.
If anyone were to see y/n they would say that she looked ethereal, with her long, silvery hair that flowed down her back in lovely curls and her pale complexion that brought out her light golden eyes.
Y/n's dress complimented her figure, staying tight at her large bust, hugging her narrow waist before flaring out and cascading down her wide hips, stopping at her mid calf, the bell sleeves ended at the middle of her forearm. The dress was sewn with white string to contrast with the dark silk.
As she finished washing the dishes, y/n heard a knock on the door. She walked to the door with a grace that many people tried to replicate, and opened it, being greeted with a familiar face.
"Oh- hello, Miko. How are you today, dear?" Y/n greeted with a velvety voice that could only be described as motherly, opening the door wider to allow Miko inside her house.
Miko was a petite female who dressed in a generally 'punk' manner. Her dark hair with pink ends contrasted well with her tanned skin and brought out her brown eyes. She wore band t-shirts and her shorts were worn over striped leggings. Her articles of clothing were usually in varying shades of purple and black. Black knee-high combat boots with bright yellow laces, a yellow belt with differente objects attached to it, and black fingerless gloves finished the look off.
"All's good, n/n!" Miko said with a grin whilst walking into the house.
"That's good, dearie. Would you like anything to drink?" Y/n asked, already walking into the kitchen with Miko following close behind.
"What all do you have?" Miko asked.
"Almost anything you can imagine, dear," y/n stated with a slight smirk that was covered up by a kind smile at the awed face Miko made.
"I can't choose from that many things!" Miko exclaimed in shock.
"If you can't choose then I can make yigghrete if you wish?" Y/n asked, patiently waiting for Miko to choose.
"Yig- what now?" Miko asked.
"Yigghrete. It's a drink from the Realm of Gods. It changes based on the preferences of the consumer," y/n said.
"I was sold as soon as you said 'Realm of Gods'," Miko said with excitement.
"Speaking of the Realm of Gods, I spoke to Primus the other day-" y/n got cut off before she could continue.
"Primus is real!?" Miko shouted in shock.
"Indeed, Miko. The original gods design the creatures, but the creatures manifest their own gods," y/n explained, handing Miko her drink.
"That's so cool," Miko breathed out, taking the drink and watching the yigghrete start to fizz as it turned into a warm orange color.
"Now that you know Primus is indeed real, do you care to tell me why you didn't tell me that you have been involved in a cybertronian war?" Y/n asked, raising a slender eyebrow.
"I don't know, man. I kinda thought you were gonna think I'm crazy," Miko mumbled out.
"Dear, you do remember that you are talking to a goddess, right?" Y/n asked.
"Sometimes I just don't think, dude," Miko said.
Y/n looked at her watch, noticing that it was 4:13 PM.
"Dear, would you care to accompany me on a walk?" Y/n asked.
"Sure! I don't have to be home until 7 anyways," Miko said, agreeing to the request.
When they reached the door y/n grabbed a cloak from the coat hanger. The cloak was white with a black interior and red edges and it ended mid hip.
"Why are you putting on a cloak? I mean- it looks cool, but isn't it 86 degrees outside? What's with you and cloaks anyways?" Miko asked.
"This cloak keeps the interior of itself at my preferred temperature, dear. While it's 86 degrees outside of the cloak, the inside stays at a steady 70 degrees," y/n explained, walking out of the house.
"But why a cloak instead of a jacket or something?" Miko questioned, following the goddess.
"The aesthetic, dear. It adds more mystery to my appearance," y/n stated.
"Think you could make me one?" Miko asked excitedly.
"Of course, dearie," y/n said with a chuckle, "I will get your measurements once we get back."
"YES!" Miko exclaimed, earning a gentle giggle from the being beside her.
They walked down the path in peaceful silence, a gentle breeze caressed their exposed skin, and the sun casting a soft halo upon their figures. It was peaceful moments like these that Miko secretly cherished.
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Here's where it happens, people! Insult the shit out of me! Roast the hell out of my writing! I want you to make me want to die even more. This is me giving you written permission! Go, my children! Fulfill your destiny!
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