#to THE PASTOR OFFICIATING THE WEDDING

[arrowpunk]

WE ARE NOW OFFICIALLY MARRIED

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[nomaishuttle]

ppl being like why r u guys voting quaker over episcopalll episcopal lets women be priests ok And? quaker lets literally everybody be the preacher cmon now

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[letsseeifyoubastardscando90]

Today was my church's 60th anniversary celebration outdoors, and my pastor drove up in a BTTF 2 DeLorean dressed as Doc Brown, so needless to say, I had an amazing Sunday

[noekawa]

MRS. BAKUGO !

meal; pole winner oneshot

condiments; sweetest fluff, wedding day, Katsuki Bakugo/reader, class 1A pulls up, sorry took forever to post this..

Bakugo Katsuki steadily reached his goals, he was close to becoming the number one hero, was rich and famous, and best of all..

He’s currently wearing a tidy suit, standing at the altar as he waits for the love of his life to walk down the aisle to join him.

The audience was filled with his ex-classmates, mentors, teachers, colleagues and of course his and his soon to be wife’s family.

Contrary to what many believe, Katsuki was actually deathly nervous. His mother and Izuku could tell by how he was subconsciously letting out sparks from his dominant hand as he waited anxiously.

“Bakugo getting married before me.. I can’t believe it!” Kaminari playfully sniffed as he wiped his faux tears away.

Kirishima grinned and gave a pat on his back “Jiro’s been waiting for you to propose so take this as a little inspiration man!”

Midoriya smiled as he looked at Katsuki with a soft gaze “Kacchan, thank you for letting me be your best man.”

“Shut it, don’t get sappy on me right now!” Katsuki gritted out, his brows furrowed slightly. H was getting annoyed that it was taking his bride forever to arrive. The thought of her ditching him on this special day crossed his mind, but he pushed it away.

There was no way she’d do that. He thought, and sure enough he was right since soon after the pianist— Kyoka, began playing. Momo soon after chimed in with the violin.

The door opens and Toru and Ochaco walked out with their flower baskets, throwing petals everywhere— but Katsuki didn’t pay attention to that.

An audible sound left his lips as his eyes fell onto your frame, the dress hugging your body made you look angelic whilst walking down the aisle. His eyes started watering out and he felt his heart race.

Behind you was Mina, grinning as she held the tail of your dress up.

Today was a special day for you and Katsuki, sharing it with your close ones.

“Holy shit.” Was all he could let out as his arms dropped to the side, All Might— the pastor just laughed “Look alive now Young Bakugo!”

Shoto nonchalantly wiped Katsuki’s tears away with a handkerchief, earning a soft glare from the groom as he pushed the duo haired male’s hand away with a click of his tongue.

Once you were standing at the altar your eyes shifted up to meet his vermillion ones.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman alive.” Your soon to be husband breathed out, making you giggle.

“You’re as handsome as the day I met you, Katsuki.”

All Might cleared his throat and began the vows, after a bit it all was left is to say those two simple words.

“I do.” You chirped with a smile.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Katsuki didn’t waste a second, he pulled you close by the waist and tenderly kissed you on the lips.

You closed your eyes and leaned into it with a smile.

Your friends were cheering and crying from joy as you two were officially husband and wife. They clapped, joyous about this new union since it was obvious to them that Katsuki and you were the perfect pair.

“This.. Is great.. Life is great Shota!” Present Mic sobs out as he blows his nose into the napkin while Eraserhead just grimaced “Watching these two finally tie the knot after all these years is kinda surreal.”

“That brat,” Mitsuki wipes her tears away as she grinned “I can finally expect grandkids!!” Inko and Masaru who were beside her couldn’t help but sweat drop.

Bakugo Katsuki now officially has a mrs. Bakugo.

[honnelander]

wedding bands

SURPRISE! 🤗 this is just a quick idea I had and wanted to write…. I still feel a bit weird about this and I might delete this at any point if I want to (just be warned!) if you don’t like real people actor fic, well I’m sorry, then this isn’t for you! please enjoy my other works then! (hate will not be tolerated) sorry, no taglist for this since this is a one-time thing. the picture above is what I envisioned when writing this. enjoy 🤗🫶🏼

WARNINGS: none

word count: 1.3k

pairing: Taz Skylar x reader

summary: Taz wants to marry you.

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“Let’s get married.” 

You glanced up from your dinner, a delicious meal that Taz had lovingly prepared for the two of you that night, like he always did, your brows furrowing, staring at him to make sure you heard him right. You were probably looking at him like he was speaking a foreign language. 

“Wait- what?” you asked after a few beats of silence. 

Taz, however, continued eating his meal unbothered, spearing a piece of asparagus with his fork, raising it up towards his mouth. “Let’s get married, tonight,” he repeated in the same casual tone, looking down at his plate, like he was discussing something as simple as the weather. “I mean- I love you, you love me, right?” A small laugh escaped his lips as he turned his gaze towards you, his blue eyes holding a spark of mischief within them, a small smirk dancing on the corner of his lips. “Let’s make this thing official,” he said, putting the food into his mouth. 

“Well- uh,” you started, looking down at your meal, at a loss for words. “Of course I love you,” you said quickly, not wanting him to doubt your affections towards him for even a second. “It’s just...” 

“Sudden?” he asked with his right hand in front of his mouth, fork in hand, voice muffled slightly from the food. 

“Soon,” you said at the same time. 

You both giggled at your answers, realizing you were always in sync with one another no matter what on earth you two were discussing.  

Taz swallowed, reaching for his glass of white wine. “Look, I know it’s sudden and seemingly out of nowhere, but,” he picked up the glass, lifting it up and bringing it to him, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and...” he looked at you, his bright eyes scanning your face as he sucked on his teeth for a second with a small smile. “I figured, why not? What’s stopping us?” 

You laughed breathlessly. “Uh, well, for starters, what about time? It takes time to plan a formal wedding.” 

“Who says it has to be formal?” he countered, taking a sip of his wine before placing the glass back on the table. “A wedding doesn’t need to be this big, whole production. It can just be with two people: you and me.” 

“Ok...” you relented slowly, trying to digest the whole situation. You pushed your food around with your fork absentmindedly, resting your head in your propped up hand. “But don’t we need a pastor or something? Or someone who’s ordained? To you know... make things official?” 

He shrugged. “We’ll go down to the courthouse tomorrow, get a judge to sign our certificate.” He picked up his knife to cut another piece of meat. “You know, make it legal and all that.” 

You put your fork down, both of your forearms resting on the table now as you watched him continue to eat. “And our vows?” you asked, trying to stump him. 

Taz continued cutting. “Easy,” he scoffed playfully with a good-natured smile. “We’ll just speak from the heart.” He looked at you, his smile morphing into a smirk. “And I can tell you how much I love you all night, if you know what I mean,” he winked. 

You blushed, averting his suggestive look as you looked to the side as you heard him laugh. You were quiet for a moment, the only sound filling the room was Taz’s silverware hitting against his plate. 

“What would we wear?” 

 “What we have on now,” he replied easily. “No need to get all fancy. We can, uh, save that for our vow renewal in ten years,” he said cheekily, his smile growing, as he quickly raised his eyebrows. 

That roused a laugh out of you, causing you to look back towards the love of your life, meeting his eyes. “Oh, so now we’re already talking about vow renewals?” you giggled. “One thing at a time, Taz.” 

His smile turned tender; his eyes filled with love as he kept looking at you. “What can I say?” he asked softly after a moment. “I’m just excited.” 

As you both held eye contact, you could feel the reality of his proposition become more palpable by the second. Taz was serious, he wanted to marry you.  

And you couldn’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t. You loved him, and he loved you. Taz Skylar was the love of your life and you wanted to spend the rest of your time on this earth with him, however long or short that might be. 

“What about wedding bands?” you asked quietly. 

He broke eye contact, shifting in his seat slightly as he looked to his right. “Yeah, about that- I had a crazy idea, and you don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to, of course,” he quickly started, moving his hands slightly. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Do what? What’s crazier than a last-minute wedding?” 

Taz breathed out a quick, humorless laugh. “Ha, yeah, so, I was, uh, thinking...” 

“Yes?” 

“What if we got our wedding bands tattooed?” he quickly asked, like ripping off a band-aid, his shoulders becoming stiff as he braced for your response. A couple of quiet seconds ticked by, feeling like hours to him. “Now I know it’s crazy and all, but-” 

“I love it,” you said, quieting him instantly. 

He exhaled slightly, letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in. His shoulders relaxed as his trepid eyes found yours. “You do?” 

You nodded, your eyes watering as you looked at him with a closed lip smile. “Yeah,” you answered, your voice breaking slightly. “I love it. It’s perfect.” 

You always wanted to have a matching tattoo with him, both of you floating around the idea but never actually pulling the trigger, and what could be a better matching tattoo with him than a wedding band? 

He laughed quietly, a wide smile of happiness and relief overtaking his face and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly. His eyes started to mirror yours, unshed tears pricking at the corners. This was serious now; this was for real. He was going to marry you.  

And he doesn’t ever remember being this happy before. 

“G-good,” he said, his throat feeling thick suddenly. “There’s a shop not too far away, open late. We can go now.” 

You nodded and blinked, a few tears escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks as you tried not to cry. “Ok,” you whispered. 

“Ok?” he repeated in the same soft voice, his eyes full of wonder. 

“Yeah. Ok.” 

Taz let out a breath, his smile as wide as can be, a tear rolling down his cheek. He looked down for a second, placing his utensils on the table before standing up and making his way around the table towards you. 

“Now, there’s only one question I have left for you,” he started, clearing his throat. He came to your left, getting down on one knee as he pulled out an engagement ring from his pocket. “Now I had this all ready to go, in case you didn’t like the tattoo idea,” he said, causing both of you to laugh tearfully.  

You put a hand over your mouth, swallowing thickly, the tears spilling over your cheeks quickly. 

He looked up, the most tender smile on his face, a look of pure, unfiltered love in his eyes. “Y/n, I love you, with all my heart. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine doing this thing called ‘life’ without you,” his crooked smile deepened. “Will you do me the honor of a lifetime by becoming my wife? Y/n, will you marry me?” 

You nodded quickly. “Y-yes. Yes of course I will,” you answered, letting out a cry of happiness as you practically tackled him in a hug. “I love you,” you cried into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. 

He laughed, enveloping you in a hug as he kissed the top of your head. “And I love you.” 

You pulled away from him slightly to look up at him and saw a tear roll down his cheek. “Now and forever,” you whispered. 

“Always,” he said before closing the gap and kissing you. 

[bisexualautism]

I can't believe Kristen is gonna get expelled for telling her megachurch pastor teacher that Sol officiated a lesbian wedding this is so fucked up

[911lsbts]

Official logline for Season 5 premiere.

Judd (Jim Parrack) will be “resigning from the 126 to take care of his recently handicapped son Wyatt,” which forces Owen (Rob Lowe) to find a new lieutenant to take Judd’s place. The situation is further complicated when both Marjan (Natacha Karam) and Paul (Brian Michael Smith) apply for the position, leading to a “difficult decision” on Owen’s part.

Meanwhile, Tommy (Gina Torres) believes she’s ready to move forward in her relationship with Pastor Trevor, “but she finds the road to happiness is filled with obstacles.”

Following T.K. (Ronen Rubinstein) and Carlos’ (Rafael Silva) unforgettable wedding, the husbands’ marriage is “put to the test when Carlos becomes obsessed with solving his father’s murder.” And if that wasn’t enough to make you sweat, T.K. is visited by “someone from his past that could change his and Carlos’ lives forever.”

[yellowballoondogs]

I should’ve kept tumblr deleted cause wtf is this.

Okay rant time.

I will not name the blog this comes from, they’re obviously misinformed and need to reread the gospel.

I am Christian. I am currently in seminary school to be a pastor. I read the Bible cover to back through the course of a year, every year. My faith is an integral part of my life.

I’m also gay. That’s another part of me. One that will never change. And I am sick and tired of people who claim to be Christian claiming that being gay is a sin.

Im just gonna skim over how the “man shall not lay with boy” was a purposeful mistranslation to justify pedophilia because I wanna skip to the Xman part because I honestly can not deal with debating my brothers and sisters under Christ who deny His word and hate thy neighbor.

Nightcrawler is not canonically a demon, yeah chuck Austen did his shit but it was immediately retconned, he is still a Christian, still largely a man of god. The xmen have always done the “omg they got brainwashed and killed people” like every other issue, it’s not to attack his Christianity.

His mothers being lesbians has always been the intention by Claremont anyway. And he’s been gay since the early 2000s so I have no idea what is being said about 2017.

Nightcrawler is still an incredibly gentle, sweet, and god loving man. That is his character. It is because of that, that’s he officiates gay weddings and is, as was so eloquently put “politically correct”.

If you can’t fathom an xmen that is left leaning and makes politics commentary reflecting that, the you don’t know the xmen.

If you can’t fathom a loving kind and gentle nightcrawler that can love his family, friends, and Jesus, with all his heart regardless of sexuality- then you don’t know nightcrawler.

If you can’t fathom a Jesus that loves gay people then you’re not a fucking Christian and you don’t know Jesus.

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, friends to lovers

~ "you've got an insanely beautiful smile"

"stop simping over me you creep"

A few timid lights illuminated the frescoed ceilings of a small chapel just outside Tallinn, while in the background, a pair of oversized glasses was strumming a song on the guitar, and she was walking down the aisle. The small blue flowers embroidered on her long, white dress resembled the bows that tickled the arms of the guests, who were rising from the dark wooden pews to watch her. And at the end of the walk, with an almost triumphant smile that hid the emotion making him tremble, the love of her life was waiting for her.

At the back of the church, in the last row, Paul and his companion were trying to stifle their laughter. He kept his chin up and his lips pressed tight, his gaze fixed on a cherub whose halo had been drawn crooked, while next to him, she was staring at her hands, trying to stop giggling.

“Kallis, stop,” his mother touched his shoulder, where a new black suit hugged the body of the driver.

The more they tried to steer their minds away from the image of the bride tripping on the marble floor, or the pastor spilling the wax from those beautiful, fragrant candles on his freshly polished loafers, the more they laughed.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault,” she said, pinching the boy’s arm and flashing a sweet smile at the woman sitting at the end of the row.

“It’s never your fault, darling.”

Paul bit his lower lip, still focused on the idea that the crooked halo could keep him from bursting into laughter while the whole church was silent. As the priest officiated the ceremony and the guests watched the couple from the pews, the two of them managed to compose themselves and enjoy the tender looks of the engaged couple.

“See? When you want to be serious, you’re flawless,” she joked, whispering.

The driver turned, locking eyes with the honey-colored ones in front of him, and gave an arrogant little smirk that made her shake her head. He raised both his index fingers, turning his hands toward her, and she looked at him as if to ask if he was really doing it, then gave in and mimicked him. It was an old childhood game she had taught him while they waited for their order at a fast food restaurant in London, and ever since, he loved challenging her, always losing.

“That’s not fair.”

“Everything’s fair,” she laughed. Every time, she came up with some new rule, and Paul would pout, thinking about the next move as if it were a life-or-death matter.

“Little kids,” Margit shrugged, smiling as she watched them having fun, resigned to the fact that those two wouldn’t stop talking all day.

The church then burst into music, accompanied by the guitar, and the newlyweds walked out hand in hand toward the beautiful courtyard, where the cars awaited to take them to the reception. Paul and she were among the last to leave, still arguing about the just-finished round of their little game.

“See how he smiles?” Anna Aron was talking to her older brother, also a pilot, in a shaded corner of the courtyard.

“They match each other,” he shrugged slightly, watching how Paul stood behind her, hands in his pockets, as if always wanting her by his side.

She still hadn’t quite figured out how she’d ended up at an Estonian wedding, the daughter of an old family friend of the Arons, but something about that fresh, sunny day made her feel light. Maybe it was the white blouse Margit had gifted her, or having that blond guy next to her, who was the true embodiment of the saying “every curl, a whim.” But she was happy. Amid the tufts of little blue flowers, a ribbon tied around her wrist that Paul had taken from one of the pews, and her hair falling softly over her shoulders.

Everyone was congratulating the couple, talking about how beautiful the bride’s dress was and how lucky they were to have such a lovely day for their wedding, while others were already looking forward to the buffet awaiting them.

“Who’s with me?” Ralf asked, spinning his car keys in his hand, while the older brother would be with his family.

“Anna wants to go with Mom and Dad,” Paul said, taking off his jacket, folding it neatly, and draping it over his arm.

“So I’m stuck with you, good,” the older one smiled. “She takes the passenger seat.”

“And I stay in the back like a child?”

Ralf turned, raising his eyebrows as they walked down the tree-lined avenue.

“Exactly.”

The three of them got into the car, following everyone else who was heading to the venue for the evening. She leaned back in the seat, looking out the window as she played with the ribbon the pilot had tied around her wrist.

“Mom’s done with you two.”

“She’s not,” the younger one promptly replied, leaving his jacket on the seat next to him.

Ralf playfully glanced at his brother’s friend, accelerating to overtake the car in front and follow the family caravan.

She found it amusing to see them together, given that the few times she and Paul had met had been at Grand Prix events, and Ralf was often busy in his category on the other side of the world. Among the red flowers peeking through the grass blades and the songs on the radio, while the two brothers chatted and she laughed, the three of them arrived at the reception and joined the Aron family.

“Eat as much as you can, the bill’s on the lovebirds,” Paul whispered in her ear.

While waiting to be assigned a table, the driver took her hair in his hands, pulling it into a ponytail without realizing it, exposing her neck and shoulders. Then they were guided to their table, where they sat to listen to speeches from all the bridesmaids and a short guitar song before starting to eat. She had only been to one Italian wedding, but even just during dinner, she noticed how Estonians were much more elegant and composed than her relatives, who by now would have been dancing on tables. As they ate, the background music kept that light atmosphere that had followed them since the church, and the chatter was soft, making it a really pleasant time to spend in good company.

A little while later, Paul got up, while Anna and Ralf were already busy playing with their older brother’s children, and he approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Wanna dance?”

“Do you even know me?” she didn’t even look at him, knowing he had a smirk on his face and one of his blonde curls was falling over his blue eyes.

“Come on, when will we ever attend a wedding together again?”

He rested his chin on her shoulder, watching his mom talking with a friend.

“I hate that I can’t say no to you.”

Margit smiled, resting her head on her husband’s hand, while by now everyone was dancing, and no one remembered the dinner anymore.

Paul took her hand, leading her to the open space they had created outside the glass conservatory where the tables were, with a light breeze caressing their skin. There too, a few small lights were illuminating the colorful outfits of the guests and a few crystal glasses left with a pair of high heels.

He wasn’t much of a dancer, and like her, he preferred to sit and chat, watching others dance. But when she was around him, he felt as if he were a completely different person, and knowing that one day she might leave as unexpectedly as she had arrived, he wanted to enjoy every moment.

“How do you do this?” she smiled.

“I’ve only seen it in films,” Paul replied, chuckling softly.

The pilot took one of her hands and placed it just where her ribs ended, knowing the height difference was too much for her to wrap her arms around his neck, then grabbed her by the hips, starting to improvise some random steps.

“You’re so bad,” she was laughing, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him, and he felt so good that if he could, he would have taken that light she had inside her and replaced the chandeliers with it.

“Thank you, you’re really good too,” he teased.

There was something in the way they never explicitly said they were friends that preserved that bond, keeping them close. From the outside, it might have seemed a little childish, perhaps strange to those who didn’t live it. But to them, it was refreshing.

“You’ve got an insanely beautiful smile,” he sighed, while all around them, people were dancing, talking, and enjoying the music.

Paul had unbuttoned a few buttons on the white shirt he was wearing, and the hair he had carefully styled in front of the mirror was now free and soft.

“Stop simping over me, you creep,” she smiled, watching him laugh as he looked at the other couples dancing.

In her eyes, there was that blue ribbon, those little flowers the bride had in her bouquet and embroidered on her dress. In Paul’s eyes, there was everything that made her love that day and that would bring back all the light she was seeking in herself.

please do not steal or claim my work as yours, it's my first time publishing here so be kind and enjoy :)

~ not proofread and english's not my first language so there might be a few errors

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[meekmedea]

Corpse Bride x TBOSAS AU

Thanks @headcavedin for helping and letting me bounce ideas off of them

Note: We’re playing fast and loose with age. Yes, the mentors should be the same age, but here we’re ignoring that. So Coriolanus, Clemensia and Felix are around the same age. (think mid 30-40s provided that they are alive, early 20s if dead.) Sejanus and Lysistrata are younger. (early twenties).

Roles:

Most of the mentors and those from the Capitol take on the role of those in the world of the living. Everything is pretty drab and rule-following up here. Meanwhile, most of the dead are tributes and some of the Districts with the vibrancy. 

THE LIVING:

Plinths - Van Dorts 

New money, merchants in the town who’re looking to establish themselves with the old money families

Sejanus gets the role of Victor - the groom. No piano skills for him though. He and Lyssie can bond over medicine, maybe? 

Swapping the role of the parents because I think Strabo fits better with Nell, the mother, since he wants to integrate a lot more into society, while Ma Plinth and William seem to have more similar personalities. Not as obsessed with getting into high society as their spouse. 

Vickers - Everglots 

Why are they broke? Well…Felix is dead in this AU and because the Vickers couldn’t save him, Max dismisses them from his employ. Of course, it’s phrased a lot more politely, but the sentiment remains. 

Lysistrata as Victoria Everglot - the human bride 

Nobody else knows of the family’s dire fortunes but the family. 

Coriolanus - Lord Barkis Bittern 

Currently broke, although this isn’t public knowledge. But has a title and is well-respected in town. 

Almost married quite some years ago, but some sort of tragedy befell her before they could marry. 

Looking to marry Lysistrata for her family’s fortune. Now if only he could get rid of the fiance…

Volumnia Gaul - Pastor Galswell. You thought her being the obstetrician was freaky in TBOSAS? Well, in this one, she’s officiating all the marriages in this town. Hope you don’t mind~

Androcles Anderson - Town Crier. Dedicated man who reports news across town. 

THE DEAD:

Clemensia - Emily or the Corpse Bride

Fell in love with a young aristocrat and decided to elope, only to be left in the woods to die. 

Not very nice to call someone the Corpse Bride (even if it’s true) - Reaper, probably at one point. 

Pianist!

Rumour has it that the Dovecotes left town when their silly daughter ran off to elope, taking with her, her mother’s wedding gown and jewels. They were determined to find her, alas… they would never come to know of her fate.

Marcus as Mayhew - the carriage driver for the Plinths. Dies from his cough, and finds Sejanus.

Cyrus - Elder Gutknecht. Considered the wisest amongst the dead and has magical knowledge. Able to grant Clemmie and Sejanus temporary access to the land of the living. He’s got Boa Bell #1 in this AU. Boa Bell #2 is alive but with Pluribus on the surface of the living. 

Lucy Gray & the Covey - Bonejangles and his skeleton band crew! Got the best tunes, even if they're singing about how Clemmie ended up down here. (highly recommend listening to remains of the day!)

Felix and Lamina - the spider and the maggot - except in this AU they’re both skeletons. Supportive of Clemmie’s marriage!! Felix and Clemmie moved in the same circles while living. Piece of advice, don't mention the blond aristocrat in his hearing. It's a touchy subject for both him and Clemmie.

Reaper - no specific character he’s based on, but he’s amongst the dead and is sort of in between how Felix & Lamina act vs Bobbin & Tanner act around Clemmie. Willing to speak the truth even if it’s harsh, but a lot kinder in how he words things. 

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Plot:

When practicing his wedding vows after his disaster of a wedding rehearsal, Sejanus unknowingly proposes to Clemensia, who rises from her grave to joyfully accept.

Once he’s brought down in the land of the dead, he’s freaked out. Clemmie, unfortunately, is highly oblivious and is enamoured with her husband. Or more so, the idea of finally being married. 

Some of the dead are supportive, yes. Others… not so much. (No names or anything, Bobbin and Tanner)

Follows most of the movie’s plot. Sejanus attempts to go back to the land of the living, tricking Clemensia into finding a way so that they can meet his parents. This plan fails spectacularly when she catches on and realizes she's been duped.

A little bit of a - "Who are you?" / "I’m his wife. Who are you?" Between Clemmie and Lyssie while Sejanus is just standing there nervously.

The jig is up, and Clemmie brings them back to the land of the dead

Sejanus, technically married to Clemensia: Don’t you see, you’re the other woman! Clemensia: No, she’s the other woman. You’re married to me!

They do eventually reconcile.

Around this time, he learns from Marcus (recently dead) that Lysistrata is now going to be married to Coriolanus as the rest of the town thinks he ran off to marry Clemensia. 

Meanwhile we get Cyrus, Clemensia, Felix and Reaper learning that Clemmie’s marriage isn’t valid since wedding vows are ‘death till us part’ and well, she’s dead. 

Felix is a ride-or-die friend. Reaper is a little concerned. 

Felix: Do you want me to fix that? (talking about killing Sejanus) Clemensia: Reaper: Clem, you’re not seriously considering that, are you? He’s–

Clemensia refuses Felix’s request at the same time Sejanus says that he’s willing to properly marry her. (ie. die)

Back on the surface:

Coriolanus & Lysistrata’s wedding dinner interrupted by the dead who’ve come to the surface to hold a proper wedding for Clemmie and Sejanus

Chaos.

Cyrus finds Pluribus and despite being a skeleton, Pluribus recognizes him and they share a smooch. The Boa Bells also meet each other. 

While freaked out, the living do recognize some of the dead and for some, it’s a happy reunion. Others…not so much. (Mizzen + Wovey are doing it for fun. Coral is here with a vengeance. Bobbin too.)

And although Sejanus is willing to marry her, upon seeing Lysistrata in the shadows, Clemensia frees him from said promise.

This quote from the movie: “I was a bride once. My dreams were taken from. But now – now I’ve stolen them from someone else. I love you, Victor, but you are not mine.” Clemmie to Sejanus. 

Some more chaos when Coriolanus interrupts the wedding, wanting his wife back.

Confronation between Clemmie and Coriolanus. "You." / "You?" Very dramatic for most people when they realize he's the one who left her for dead.

Slight fight between Coriolanus and Sejanus with Clemensia stepping in to take the injury for Sejanus.

This scene!! Where Clemmie pulls the sword out to point at Coriolanus (I've seen theories saying that this is where Emily was originally stabbed by Barkis, and I'm here for it!)

Following the same ending as the movie:

At an impasse, Coriolanus plans to leave when he foolishly drinks the wine meant for the ceremony, not knowing it’s poison, killing him and freeing Lyssie from her marriage vows. 

Some of the dead may have thought Clemmie naive/foolish with her dream of waiting all those years to be married, but they all have a soft spot for their corpse bride. Now that they know she was killed off by Coriolanus… well “New Arrival~” and he gets dragged off to the land of the dead. 

And having found her peace Clemmie gets to move on. 

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Supernovas in a Modern AU

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Officially, Apoo is a DJ, and he’ll go around to different parties and weddings to do his thing. One time he was invited to a church to play the piano and was never invited again. However, in his free time, he streams. He mostly plays My Singing Monsters, Just Dance, or Beat Saber VR, but he's always open to suggestions in the chat. He started writing his own music as well and has grown a pretty loyal following.

Bege still runs his Mafia business but is also the founder of one of the local shoe shops in the heart of the city. It's a nicer place that sells dress shoes and occasionally tuxedos. He always uses the place as an alibi or a cover-up to excuse his whereabouts whenever the cops come and question him and his boys.

Bonney owns and operates a small pizzeria located on the corner of the road. She hardly ever has any rude customers due to the place having a Waffle House type of reputation, girlie is always ready to throw down in the parking lot. And on the weekends, when her shop's not open, she'll go down to the local board game clubs and play Jenga with whoever's there.

X Drake joined the Military the second he got out of high school and never looked back. It always felt like the right decision for him, especially since his parents couldn't afford for him to go to college. Once he retired, however, he turned to zookeeping in the reptile exhibits. He loves his job and will go to Drake concerts whenever he has the money and time to go to one.

Urouge is the pastor at his church (and a regular at the clubs). Some are put off by him, whereas others find him to be comforting to confess to. He considers himself to be a man of the Lord, even if he frequents the cabaret clubs a tad too often.

Hawkins is, more often than not, operating his interior design business, but he does have a little voodoo shop on the side and will frequently read his tarot cards to people who walk in. He's also somewhat of a hit with the farmers as he makes them all scarecrows in August that help keep critters out of their crops.

Law is a traveling doctor who likes to help in areas that are in the midst of pandemics/epidemics. He always feels obligated to go to those places specifically. He always gives kids heart-shaped stickers whenever they've been treated by him. His reputation is very shrouded and some people consider him to be a modern grim reaper whenever he visits their country, blaming him for whatever illness that has spread.

Kid is an avid gun supporter and, as such, sells and makes them. He owns a shooting range and almost all of the Rage Rooms in the city. Whenever he's free, he and Kiler will go down to some of the nearby raves and party together.

Killer runs a pasta shop within Kid's shooting range. He's the one who usually deals with bad customers so that Kid doesn't get himself another lawsuit. He's also known for being the one to end all of the fights picked with Kid.

Blackbeard is one of those really cocky, know-it-all museum employees who make people feel dumb whenever they ask a question. He gambles a lot, has limited knowledge of most of the stuff in his exhibits, and probably deals crack cocaine with people in the alleyways.

[reverieaudios]

In deep and mysterious Altair lore, I'm at the point where I can't tell for sure what's a joke and what's truthful information anymore. Were you a pastor? Were you a hitman? Did you really have a bodyguard? Who knows? Certainly not me!

The person who asked to use it for their OCs must be having a field day with each of your posts

Lmao having a past as a hitman was the only joke, although I've never actually been a pastor, I just went through the process of getting ordained so I could officiate weddings lol