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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

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Mitsuri and Obanai are almost complete opposites, and that really adds to the cuteness of their relationship. I mean, like even their designs paint a beautiful juxtaposition. Obanai not showing much of any of himself, only being heightened by his facial wraps, and then Mitsuri showing off as much as a manga can show and still be rated T. Obanai's hands aren't even shown most of the time. Obanai being primarily monochrome, and then strawberry mochi incarnate. Mitsuri has a design that changes so much from the usual Demon Slayer corps outfit, aside from her plain white haori. And then Obanai with a standard outfit, even among his fellow hashira, and then only really changing his haori. Mitsuri with her perfectly symmetrical face, down to the beauty marks, and then Obanai with heterochromia. As well, Mitsuri's hair being so symmetrical, and Obanai having very choppy hair and Kaburamaru accentuates his uneven and asymmetrical look. Also, Mitsuri's sword's sheath just showing proudly, while Obanai's is just hidden away adds to the fun juxtaposition

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Demon Slayer/Kny - wallpaper

Artist: @Nest_OF_Boxes (check on twitter)

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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Mitsuri: *walking into a Hashira meeting with smudged lipstick* Hey guys, sorry I'm late! I was doing stuff!

Obanai: *walks in with lipstick all over his face and mask* ....Hey....

(I had a stupid thought, it's probably been done already)

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In Another Life

Pairing: Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji A/N: I know I haven't really dabbled in fanfiction on this account, but, I finished watching Demon Slayer and am impatiently waiting for the Infinity Castle Arc. Obanai is my favorite and him and Mitsuri are so cute together. I haven't read the manga but I know what happens to them and was inspired by the whole reincarnation thing. I know they get reincarnated and get married and have kids, but I wanted to write about how they may have gotten together in this life. How they met, and how they fell in love. In this they're both in their early 20s, and I headcanon that the restaurant they run together when they're married was Mitsuri's parents restaurant before and her and Obanai took it over when they retired. This is not proofread. I kinda just started writing and went with it.

Tags: ObaMitsu, fluff, romance, love at first site, reincarnation, soulmates

It was another chilly winter day, snowflakes gently falling from the cloud covered sky. The weather made for great business at the Kanroji family restaurant. People were drawn to the warm and welcoming atmosphere, Mitsuri being the highlight of it all. She took orders and ran the food as her parents worked in the kitchen, and everyone came for her just as much as they came for the food. Her bubbly personality drawing in waves of customers, especially during these harsh winter months. The warmth of the food as well as the welcoming presence of the eldest daughter of the Kanroji family made for a pleasant dining experience.

Though, while she was popular with the customers, Mitsuri always had trouble making real connections with people. Whenever she tries to make deeper connections, whether that be platonic or otherwise, people brush her off, often calling her too weird and eccentric. But she tried to keep going. She tried not to let it get to her. She tried to remain positive. Her family loved her for who she was. But, she still longed for just one other person. At least one other person outside of her parents and brother who loved everything about her.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you in just a moment!” Mitsuri called as she heard the bell of the door go off, though she was a little preoccupied with running orders so she hadn’t had a chance to look over at the new customer.

Obanai, though, had his eyes locked on her. A soft flush of his cheeks peaking from above his white mask. All he was expecting when he walked into the little restaurant was a place to get away from the cold. And maybe a small meal. But instead he found her. She seemed so familiar, yet he had never seen her before. He quickly looks away as she walks over to him.

“Sorry about that! Are you dining in or taking your food to go?” Mitsuri asked with a vibrant smile that seemed to melt Obanai’s heart.

“Here..” Obanai said, tugging his mask up a little bit higher on his face to try and hide the creeping flush.

“Follow me, then!” She said, leading him to an empty table. Unbeknownst to him, Mitsuri was trying to keep calm herself. While she could only see half of his face, he still took her breath away, especially those mistmatched eyes. She sets a menu down on the table as he sits down. “Do you need a moment to look over the menu?” She asked, watching him.

Obanai reaches up to scratch his cheek as he looks over the menu. “Yes please.” He stated, his voice monotone. He needed to catch his breath. “Okay! Just let me know when you’re ready to order!” She said before scurying off to run some orders that were ready.

His stay was a short one. Once he got his food, he ate quickly and left, which made Mitsuri a little sad. She was hoping to get to know him a little more. She didn’t know why but she was drawn to him. She didn’t know if it was his eyes, the cold persona he was putting up, or maybe even that strange sense of comfort she got when near him. Nevertheless, she found herself hoping he would come back. Obanai, on the other hand, could hardly handle being near her. Her sweet smile, her soft voice. It was too much for him. She made him feel like his heart was about to explode.

But even still, he came back the next day. And the next. And the next.

He became a regular of the little restaurant, and his stays slowly got longer, which made Mitsuri happy. Whenever she had a little bit of free time on her shifts, she would talk to him. Sometimes about her day, sometimes about her cat. Sometimes just about random things. And he would just sit and listen, hardly ever talking himself. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved the sound of her voice. He loved everything about her. The more time he spent with her, the deeper he fell. But would she even want him?

She enjoyed their time together too. She wanted him to open up a little more, but she wouldn’t push it. Everyone goes at their own pace. She talked about everything in hopes that maybe her opening up would get him to open up, and besides, she wasn’t the reserved type. She was open and honest. Well… except for when it came to her feelings. She adored him. Anytime he did speak, it was always to ask about her. If she slept well, if she had eaten yet, how her day had been. He’s so concerned for me, how sweet! She often found herself thinking as a rosy flush creeped its way onto her cheeks. She never knew how to bring up her feelings though. What if finds her too eccentric? Or too weird. Just like every man before him. Would he even want her?

“If we’re reborn…. can I be your bride?”

Those faint words woke Obanai up from his dream in a cold sweat. Hell, it was more like a nightmare. He couldn’t even remember what it was about now that he was awake, but he remembered those words. That was her voice, but she never said that before. Even still, he knew what his response would be. “Of course, if you’ll have me.” He didn’t know where these words came from, but he felt like it was a sign. This time, when he went to the restaurant for his daily visit, he was going to tell her how he felt.

“Welcome- Oh! Iguro-kun~! You’re here!” Mitsuri cheered happily when she saw him, her smile as radiant as usual.

“Kanroji-san…” He muttered softly, his cheeks flushing slightly as he watches her. “Before I sit down, I had something I wanted to ask you.” He said. God she made him nervous.

“Of course! Is something wrong?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she watched him. She always worried about him. He was so reserved.

“Everything is fine. I just… wanted to ask you out on a date…” He said, looking away, the flush barely peaking above his mask turning a darker red.

Mitsuri blinks for a moment as her eyes widen in shock. “You wanna take me on a date?” She asked, her own cheeks turning a light pink. She watches as he gives a small nod, averting his eyes. Once she realizes he was serious, a bright smile makes its way onto her face as she’s filled with unbridled joy. “I would love to go on a date with you, Iguro-kun!” She cheered.

Obanai looks down at her, blinking in surprise. “Really…?” He asked. “Of course!” She replied, practically bursting at the seems with joy. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Wanna go to that cat cafe that just opened up a few streets over..?” He asked, knowing she had been wanting to go but hasn’t had the time.

“That sounds lovely!”

He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like her, but he knew that from here on out, everything he did would be to make her happy.

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Ya know, I appreciate the vibe at the very least.

There is absolutely nothing you could make up about American politics. Imagination is dead. It's useless.

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I get a new job that pays me enough to live AND have fun.

“Please stop writing! The very next thing you write will actually happen!”

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Pokémon is about the journey to become the best version of you that you can be to the extent you want to go, with support from friends you form unbreakable bonds with and give support to in return. Pokémon is about chasing your dreams and never giving up. Pokémon is about love and friendship triumphing over any obstacle, about found family and making memories that come with new friends along the way.

This is why Pokémon means so much to me, as a genderfluid autistic person. I'm always changing and evolving. Sometimes I'm like a Rotom, becoming whatever I need to be for the task at hand. Sometimes I'm like a Castform, a Cherrim, a Deerling or a Sawsbuck, changing with the weather or the seasons. Sometimes I'm like a Deoxys, focusing on whatever strengths I have and need to utilize in order to protect myself and others.

And sometimes, I'm like an Eevee. I feel stuck and indecisive of what path I want to take, what future I want to work towards. There are so many options ahead of me but it feels like once I pick one, I have no way of going back.

But the point is to not be afraid of the change. Welcome it. Embrace it. Because you never know; it could bring good things along with it, things you've been needing.

Don't be a Cyrus and try to reshape the world into something that will hurt others. Be an N; try to understand others no matter how different they may seem and learn and grow from your mistakes. Be a Nurse Joy and provide the safe space people need on their journeys.

Be kind. And good luck out there, Trainers. The world can be a scary and dangerous place even without Pokémon in it. But at the same time, it can be more beautiful than we realize when our vision is narrowed by fear.

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when parasite said the rich can afford to be kind, when parasite said global warming is most catastrophic for those least responsible, when parasite said the rich are the ones with access to sunlight, when parasite said the efforts of the working class are invisible to their exploiters, when parasite said water only ever flows from the rich down to the poor and never in reverse, when parasite said the rich are the real parasites for leeching off of their workers’ labour

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if you had to choose one pokemon to be your absolute favorite out of every pokemon which one would you choose. its okay to choose a "basic" one

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You guys want to play a game? REBLOG and put in the tags why you follow this person

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i was just scrolling through petfindr as i do and look at who i found

they’re beautiful.

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The Cleric Pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

The center of the village was decked out in a unique combination of orcish ceremonial decor and elven ceremonial decor (or at least, whatever elven decor the orcs could get their hands on). It was certainly something Enid had never seen before, but it was beautiful. The way Gavyn wanted her bride to feel welcome in the village, and the way the other orcs, while confused at the union, still supported their leader.

“Today is the day, are you excited?” Enid asked Gavyn as she stood at the center of the alter, ready to wed the two.

“Very. Niamh didn’t want me to see her dress, something about it being bad luck in elven culture.” Gavyn said with a playful huff, rolling her eyes, though a smile still on her face. “I’m sure she looks gorgeous, though.”

Enid smiles softly. During her week here, Enid really was given a new perspective on the orcs. The human and elven kingdoms certainly painted them in a bad light, but, while definitely a more rough and tumble race, they weren’t the aggressive evil creatures she was taught they were.

“Elves really are a strange lot.” Brenna said from her position next to Gavyn, a soft scoff leaving her lips.

“Brenna.” Gavyn said in a warning tone, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

“I wasn’t goin’ to say anything about Niamh! She’s quite sweet, for an elf.” Brenna said, narrowing her eyes at Enid, who simply scoffs in return.

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response.” Enid stated, her hands behind her back before she looks over at the band as they start playing what sounded like an orcish rendition of a bridal march. Enid smiled a bit at this.

Despite being different than what she has heard before, it was nice. She could tell that they were trying their best to play the correct tune with different instruments than the music was originally written for, and it sounded good. It lacked the harp and violin, but the percussion instruments that were available for the orcs gave it a unique sound, it was untraditional but that was part of its charm.

After a moment, Niamh was being walked down the makeshift aisle by Ug. She had on a beautiful, traditional elven dress on underneath some furs that were made to keep her warm among the snow. “Here comes your bride~” Enid whispered playfully to Gavyn, whose eyes were lockedo onto Niamh, tears welling in her eyes a bit as she watched her bride.

Once Niamh was at the altar, standing across from Gavyn, Enid smiles a bit at the two. “Welcome, everyone. Thank you for joining us today on this holy day of matrimony.” She started. “I’m truly blessed to be here. Now, I know this union is unconventional, an elf and an orc. But over the past week that I’ve spent with you, it’s clear your love for each other runs deep. It transcends any bad blood between our peoples. Lunellis smiles upon you both.” She said, resting a hand on Niamh and Gavyn’s arms. She then turns to the table behind her that had one wineglass and a bottle of wine. Enid pours some wine into the glass before turning back to the two. “In elven culture, a way to signify the union of two people, it is customary to sip from the same cup of wine. It symbolizes unity, the merger of families.” She explained. “Niamh, you’ll take the first sip, say your vows, and then hand the cup to Gavyn, who will take her sip and say her vows.”

Niamh gently takes the glass, smiling softly at Enid. “Thank you.” She said before taking a sip of the wine. She looks up at Gavyn. “My love, my Gavyn. You found me when I was at my lowest. I was scared, and alone, and you took me in. Showed me nothing but kindness. I think it was safe to say I fell fast. I’m so thankful you found me that fateful night. You saved my life in more ways than one. I love you.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes with one hand and handing Gavyn the glass with the other.

Gavyn clears her throat, attempting to hide how emotional she was getting. She gently takes the glass from Niamh and she takes a sip. “I would do anything for you, Love. When I saw you that night, I knew I couldn’t just leave you to freeze. I usually don’t stick my neck out for outsiders, which you were at the time, but there was something different about you. I had to help. And as I spent more time with you that following week after met, and the weeks after, I realize it was love pulling me towards you. We were ment to be. We were destiny. I love you too.” Gavyn said, tears finally welling in her eyes.

Enid takes the glass back from Gavyn, setting it back on the table. “Lunellis smiles upon you both. Not only is she the Mother of Elves, the Moon Goddess, but she is also the Goddess of Fate. I feel it’s no accident that I, a Cleric of Lunellis has been chosen to bless this union. May you both have a long and happy life together, as a married couple.” She said with a small smile. “You may now kiss the bride.” She said, cheering with everyone else as Gavyn and Niamh seal the deal with a kiss.

Gavyn pulls away, a soft grin on her face before she turns to the crowd. “Góra Clan! Now that the ceremony is over, it’s time for the party to begin!” She exclaimed, the other orcs cheering on their leader as she picks up her newly wed wife, spinning her around. The ceremony was an elven tradition that replaced the usual orcish battle tradition, but the next part? A certified orcish celebration, complete with booze and food.

Enid chuckles softly as she watches the crowd. She did quite miss her party, but at least she had a story to tell once she eventually went back. She just didn’t know what she was going to say to the royal family about Niamh.

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The Cleric Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Gavyn and Enid make their way through the orc village the chief's quarters, which was settled into various caves in the mountains, some of which were natural, others of which appeared to made by the orcs themselves.

“I do apologize for my subordinates. I know they contribute to the stereotype that orcs are brutish and aggressive.” Gavyn spoke to the elven cleric as she led her to her quarters.

Enid blinks in surprise as she looks up at the tall orc. “Oh… It’s quite alright.” She spoke. She had so many questions running through her head, but she didn’t know which ones to ask, or which ones would be appropriate to ask.

“I know you have questions. Wait until we meet with my fiance, we will anwer your questions together.” Gavyn said, a soft chuckle coming from her.

“Right… You said your fiance’s name is Niamh, correct?” Enid asked. If she was remembering correctly, that was the name of the missing elven princess that her and her party were recruited to find.

“It is. I take it you recognize the name, little elf?” Gavyn asked with a soft sigh.

“I do. My party and I were hired to find her, if she’s the same Niamh I’m thinking about.”

“She is. An elven princess, correct.”

“Correct.”

“It’s… A long story, one that’s better told by Niamh herself. Trust me, all will be revealed when you meet her.” Gavyn said, looking down at Enid.

“Okay…” Enid said, a bit unsure. But the look in the orcs eyes… Something about it made Enid feel a bit more at ease.

“Oh, where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself. Chief Gavyn of the Góra Clan.” The orc said, making a fist with her right hand and putting it over her heart. “And you are?”

“Enid Llewellyn, Cleric of Lunellis.” Enid said, introducing herself and bowing respectfully. After their introductions, the two finally make it to the Chief’s quarters, where Niamh was residing, going over various wedding preparations.

An orc-made wall covered the mouth of the cave, protecting it and its inhabitants from the elements outside. The walls and floor were covered by various animal pelts, likely an attempt to keep the warmth in. There were torches in the cave, so it wasn’t so dark for Niamh’s wedding planning. Enid took notice of the large desk that Niamh was sat at. It wasn’t as refined in terms of design as many elven or human furniture, but it looked a lot sturdier, smilar to dwarven furniture. There were many papers scrawled out in front of Niamh, and a journal of sorts directly in front of her. These were likely notes for wedding planning.

“Love, we found a cleric for the wedding.” Gavyn spoke, walking over to the elf, who was much smaller than her.

“Oh! That’s wonderful!” Niamh said, hugging her fiance gently before walking over to Enid. “It’s so lovely to meet you! My name is Niamh!” The elven princess said before noticing the holy symbol. “Oh you’re a cleric of Lunellis! That’s perfect! I’m also a devout follower of hers you know!” She continued on excitedly.

Enid smiles softly as the royal elf, kneeling down as a sign of respect. “I am Enid Llewellyn. It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty.”

“Oh stop! No need for that!” Niamh said with a scoff, helping her up. “I revoke that title. I’m never going back to Faeluna.” She said, crossing her arms with a bitter look on her face. Though, it was clear it wasn’t directed at Enid, just at the thought of going back to her kingdom.

“Your family is quite worried for you, your majesty. My party was hired to find you for them, though I was accosted by some other members of this tribe before we could set out on our quest..” Enid grumbled softly, rubbing the back of her head, which was only a little sore now.

Niamh lets out a soft sigh. “They’re not worried about me, they’re worried about their image…” She said, looking down slightly as a frown makes its way onto her face.

“It’s okay, my love.” Gavyn said, resting one of her large hands on Niamh’s shoulder, causing the elf to smile a little again.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, your majesty, but, what is going on? I know you’re getting married to an orc, a chieftain at that, and I know you don’t want to go back to the elven kingdom. But what’s the full story?” Enid asked, raising a brow at the two lovers.

Niamh looks up at Gavyn who nods at her, and the elf sighs softly. “I guess you are owed an explanation since you’ll be marrying us after all. Have a seat, my dear.” She said as Gavyn grabbed a few chairs for the elves.

“To start from the beginning, about a year ago, I ran away from Faeluna. From my family. I just, the pressure to be perfect all the time, to maintain my composure. It was getting to me. But, what really set me off was the fact that they went behind my back and betrothed me to an elven prince in the other continent, as a way to unite the two elven kingdoms I guess. But, I didn’t want to marry him. I wanted a choice in who I married. So I ran. And kept running until I couldn’t.” Niamh paused to take a deep breath. “I ended up in the mountains. I was cold, scared, and lost. I found a cave somewhere and just sat there, crying for gods know how long… And that’s when Gavyn found me.” She continued, smiling up at her beloved who returns the smile.

“I’ll admit, at first I was scared. Growing up in the palace I was sheltered, and I had only ever heard bad things about orcs from my family. So I was prepared to be killed, or taken prisoner, but instead, she knelt down in front of me, and gently put her furs around me. I guess she could tell I was cold..” She said, her smile growing at the memory. “At that moment I looked up at her, she asked if I was okay, I shook my head no. I told her I was cold, and lost. It was getting late so she asked me if I wanted to accompany her back to her tribe to stay the night and I accepted. I stayed the night, Gavyn made sure I was fed, and warm, and she offered to take me back home. I told her I didn’t want to go back to my home. And she let me stay as long as I wanted. Though, that only lasted about a week before some of her warriors came home, injured because some of my parents royal guard had been searching for me, and the were looking for me… This is when I finally told Gavyn who I was.”

“It was a hard descision but I decided to go back to my family, I didn’t want more of Gavyn’s people getting hurt because of me. Especially if they started to think that the orcs kidnapped me, it would only bring war to Gavyn and her people. So Gavyn helped me find my way back. It’s safe to say I was smitten. For the next year, I’d sneak out and go meet up with Gavyn in a secluded area of the forest that seperated these mountains and Faeluna. About once or twice a week we’d do this. Then… The date I would be sent to the other kingdom was drawing near. I.. I ran away again. I left a note this time, explaining I had fallen in love with another, and that I couldn’t marry this man that I didn’t even know.” Niamh said as she clenches her teeth, bitterness lacing that last sentence. “And, since the night I had run away, about a month ago, I had been living here with Gavyn and her people.” Niamh said, smiling at her love again. “It’s been the best month of my life.”

“I love you, dear.” Gavyn said, leaning down to kiss Niamh’s cheek gently.

“I love you too.” Niamh said, looking up at her betrothed.

As Enid listened to the story and watched the two, she could tell they truly loved each other. Niahm wasn’t a captive, she wasn’t forced into this. She wanted to marry Gavyn, she wanted to stay here with the orcs. Her eyes soften a little. “So your family wants my party to find you to save face…”

“Exactly.” The princess said, huffing a bit.

“Well, it is an honor to bless this union.” Enid said, smiling at the two.

“Thank you. Now! Let’s get back to planning!” Niamh said, excitedly clapping her hands together with a wide smile.

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The Cleric Pt. 1

"I hope we didn't kill 'er." A masculine, dopey sounding voice said from the darkness.

"It was jus' a little bonk on the head! We couldn't have killed 'er!" A more rough feminine sounding voice said back.

"Wait I think she's wakin' up!" The dopey one said again.

Enid groans softly as she tries to move, though she quickly realized she was tied up. She blinks a few times before realizing her eyes were covered by a blindfold. "Great." She thought to herself. Last thing she remembered she was traveling to the next town, hoping to meet back up with her party.

"What's going on?! Who are you?!" The cleric shouted as she struggled against her restraints.

"Oi calm ya tits! We'll take the blindfold off, just sit still." One of the orcs said. Begrudgingly, Enid calmed down and the orc removed her blindfold. "See? Was that so hard?" The orc asked.

"Unhand me this instant." Enid snarled, glaring at the two orcs watching her.

"Aw look at how cute the humans are when they're mad!"

"Oh shut it, Ug! Let me do the talkin'."

"Sorry, Brenna..." The orc named Ug said dishearteningly.

"Now, what do they call ya... A cleric, yeah?" Brenna asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Enid asked, her eyes narrowed. While her devotion to her faith wasn't exactly subtle, with her holy symbol hanging from her neck, she wasn't counting on these two to even know what a holy symbol was.

"Enough with the sass! We just have a request for yous. Or, our chief does at least. You clerics are known for blessin' stuff, and doin' weddings, so our chief wanted us to find a cleric for her wedding." Brenna explained, crossing her arms.

".... What?" Was the only response Enid could come up with. What did she mean? Enid knew very little of orc culture, though she heard that orcs "finalized" their marriage, not through blessings or romantic ceremonies, but through combat. The newly wed couple would spar in nonlethal combat and the stronger of the two became the primary leader of the tribe.

"You 'eard me. Our chief wants you to bless her wedding." Brenna repeated. "You're gonna do it whether you like it or not, it's just easier if you agree." She said, towering over the little cleric.

"Why does an orc chieftain want an elven cleric to bless her wedding?" Enid asked

"Well.... Our chief's marriage is a little.... Unconventional.." Ug said as he looked at Brenna, not really sure how to explain it.

"She's marryin' an elf." Brenna stated simply. "We don't get it either, but Chief Gavyn is the fiercest warrior in the tribe, we speak bad about her little elf, and she'll banish us." She said with a huff.

"An elf is marrying into your tribe?" Enid asked, still wildly confused about the whole situation.

"That's what I said isn't it? Are you daft?" The orc snarled.

"I just can't believe an elf would marry one of your lot." Enid snarled back.

"Your fragile lot would be lucky to marry into our tribe!" Brenna shot back.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Roared a new voice who had barged in.

"Chief! W-We found yous a cleric!" Ug stumbled over his words, nervously looking at Brenna and the elven cleric.

"Stand down, Brenna. You harm a hair on our guests' head, and I'll have yours on a platter." Gavyn snarled. "Now untie her! Me and Niamh have wedding preparations they need to go over with her."

"Yes Chief." Brenna said with a huff, untying the elf. "You're lucky you're the chief's honored guest." She grumbled.

Enid rubs her wrists as she glares at Brenna before looking back up at the Orc chieftain. "So, you're marrying an elf?" She asked.

"Yes, and that's why you're here, so that way my love can have some of her traditions represented in our wedding. Now come, we have much to discuss." Gavyn stated, motioning for Enid to follow.

Enid thinks for a moment, a bit unsure before she starts following after the chief. What the hells, she's already here so might as well.

She just hoped her party was fairing well without her.

You, a cleric, have been kidnapped by a wild orc clan. Why did they kidnap you? Because as a cleric you have the gift of blessing others in the name of your gods, and the orcs want you to bless their chieftain’s marriage.