#is wearing a tux and a kippah to her wedding

[dukeaubergine]

Let's see... edited a kippah onto Timmy (had to erase some of her hair) and changed her shirt color.

Left Cass alone though if I had more energy I might've made her flowers brighter (and she's missing all the studs & safety pins!).

Edited Kate's necktie to be purple & Babs' dress to be a different shade of green than the picrew offered, they both would be more accurate with more gingery hair (Kate's here is closer to what I think her Batwoman wig is colored?).

Edited Steph's dress to be purple and jacket to be pink.

[daydreaming-jessi]

Day Five: Wedding This... took... WAY TOO LONG. UUUUUGH.

anyways, Lydia’s tux is based off the amazing works of @acicadat and @thespacehatter who both made FABULOUS tuxes for her to wear, and I am but a lowly goblin who wanted to follow in their footsteps :’3

Now onto the story!!!

“Oh my god this is the wo-orst.”

Lydia paused, her finger poised to knock on the door when the gravelly groan of Beetlejuice drifted out of the room. She reconsidered her options, before deciding it wasn’t worth the effort and firmly tapped twice on the door. “Better be decent, Beej, I’m coming in,” she called, turning the door knob and stepping into her pseudo brother’s room.

Beetlejuice was laid sprawled out on the bathroom counter, hair a whirling mess of colors. He was mostly dressed, his kippah was in place, and he was properly cleaned up. It seemed the only problem he was only dealing with was a bad case of wedding nerves.

Lydia smirked and closed the door behind her, moving to grab Beetlejuice’s jacket off the bed and flung it at his prone body. “Get up, loser. It’s almost time for you to get married,” she ordered.

Lydia wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten to this point, holding a wedding ceremony for Beetlejuice and the Maitlands in their home. She knew Beetlejuice had a crush on the Maitlands. He told her all about it in return for her telling him about her crush. She knew that one day the ghosts finally all got together, after various nail painting sessions in which Beej bemoaned his feelings, and some rather obvious heavy flirtation from both parties. She knew that they had basically reached the gross domestic stage of dating, the trio basically sharing the attic and spending a ludicrous amount of time being gross and schmoopy together. But Lydia wasn’t sure when they all decided they wanted to all marry each other. She just knew that one random day Beetlejuice burst into Lydia’s room hollering about how she needed to be his escort for his wedding that was now on. She didn’t know how the proposals had happened, but of course, she was all in. And of course she’d be Beetlejuice’s escort, she’d be offended if she wasn’t.

Her parents were happily roped in to help plan out the wedding, and the three ghosts were a mess of love and nerves about the upcoming wedding date. It was probably odd from an outsiders perspective, why would a ghost couple marry a deadborn when they all were no longer alive and it didn’t matter anymore, and some people would look down on the polyamorous aspect of the relationship, because some people cared too much about matters that didn’t involve them, but to Lydia this whole thing made perfect sense. This was how their family was, and it made the three paranormal beings happy, and that’s all that mattered to Lydia.

Slowly Beetlejuice peeked out from his jacket mournfully, pulling Lydia from her thoughts. “What if they realize they don’t want to do it? What if I fuck up, or they hate me and they le-ave?” he whined.

Lydia sat down on the bed, shooting Beetlejuice a flat look. “Listen, bitch. Barb and Adam aren’t just going to randomly back out and just hate you. For some weird reason, they like you enough to marry you, Beej. If they didn’t back out when you tried to convince us to have Sandy as the officiant, they won’t back out now on the actual day of the wedding.” The sandworm seemed upset that she didn’t get the part, but she cheered up when they had her stand guard over the chuppah, in case any other beast wanted to try crashing the wedding. The honor of officiant surprisingly fell to one Miss Argentina, who somehow was certified as an officiant for any type of wedding out there. Apparently ghosts getting married to each other was a common occurrence in the Netherworld.

Beetlejuice looked away, but Lydia’s words seemed to be working as his hair bled into a lovely mix of magenta and green. “Maybe you have a point,” he admitted begrudgingly.

Lydia stood up and kicked his leg. “I’m always right, and you know it. Now c’mon, I got dolled up and everything to take you to marry my ghost parents. I’m not gonna let you make all my hard makeup work be for nothing,” she gestured to the thick eyeliner and pale white foundation, making her appear as a ghastly apparition similar to the bride and bridegrooms.

Beetlejuice slowly stood, putting his jacket on properly. He straightened his kippah and sucked in a quick breath. “Ok, ok. Ok! I can do this. I’m the ghost with the most! I got this!” He growled to his reflection, flexing his hands.

“Yeah, you married a fifteen year old once, two consenting adult ghosts should be a cakewalk in comparison,” Lydia agreed, smirking.

Beetlejuice spluttered at that, spinning around and jabbing a finger at the teen. “I already apologized like a billion times for that! You’re really gonna bring this up again now?”

Lydia grinned, and turned to the door, gliding away. “Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, my ghost parents are marrying their own creepy old guy!” She sang.

“I swear to whatever deity out there, I will have my vengeance on you, Scarecrow!” Beetlejuice raced after her, and Lydia sprinted out into the hall, cackling.

Delia was walking up the stairs, carrying a folded cloth in her arms when Lydia raced out, and the teen quickly hid behind her stepmother. “Fix his hair, get him prepared for Armageddon. Sure, the grooms both crawled out of a tomb, but hey, hey, it's a wedding!” Lydia sang as she peeped around Delia.

Beetlejuice appeared in his bedroom doorway looking ready to chase after, but froze upon seeing the white cloth in Delia’s arms. “Oh,” his eyes widened as he realized that she was holding a tallit.

“What are you two doing?” Delia giggled, looking back to Lydia who looked like the cat who caught the canary.

“I’m pumping Beej up for the upcoming ceremonies, like a good escort,” Lydia explained, batting her eyes innocently.

Delia hummed disbelievingly, but turned back to Beetlejuice who was looking uncertainly at the tallit in her arms. Delia smiled, and unfolded the white cloth. “I thought you would appreciate having this for today. Hasn’t been used in a while, but I’m sure my parents would be happy with me letting it be used again,” she explained, carefully setting the tallit around Beetlejuice’s shoulders. He carefully clutched the cloth, swallowing heavily.

“Thanks, D,” he murmured, blinking his eyes rapidly.

“Of course, sweetie. Now, let’s get our creepy old guy married!” Delia grinned, grabbing Beetlejuice’s arm while Lydia grabbed his other and the three started for the stairs.

“So dim the lights, pick up some rice, say something nice. It's their day to shine, they’re getting hitched to our creepy old guy!” the two sang in unison as they glided down the stairs, dragging a put upon Beetlejuice with them.

“Goddammit you guys, why??”

They continued to tease him as they went, and when they met with Charles outside of the room they were going to sign the ketubah, they roped him into their impromptu singing. “Have you guys heard of Marston? This is like that, but supernatural!” He said as he opened the door with a wink, discreetly squeezing Beetlejuice’s shoulder reassuringly as they entered the room.

Beetlejuice felt ready to strangle hug them all tight at the same time, but then he saw the Maitlands, and if his heart was beating, it would’ve stopped right then and there. Barbara was drop dead (Hah) gorgeous in her dress, and Adam cut the handsomest figure in his suit, both just looking so… beautiful. What really made Beetlejuice happy, though, was seeing they were just as nervous as he was. Adam kept readjusting his kippah, and Barbara kept straightening her veil, but when the other four stepped in, the two locked eyes with Beetlejuice, and the biggest grins graced their faces. Beetlejuice never felt more ready for this in his entire after life. It was showtime.

“O.M.G. Dressed to a "T". Fancy and formal, I found me a husband and wife. L'chaim to life. This is so absurdly normal! I was ignored, but now, I'm adored! 'Cause I was real, honest and apologized. Give it up for my ghost husband and bride!”

The three almost cried when they signed the ketubah, and they actually did cry when they said their vows at the ceremony. It was disgustingly sweet, even Beetlejuice was shockingly sincere in his vows, his eyes only for the ghost couple he was marrying, the three of them draped with the tallit Delia gave them.

When the vows were given, the glass broken by the three, and everyone finished cheering, the three were quick to take their yichud before the reception. When the door was closed and they were finally alone together, they hugged, for a long, quiet moment. It seemed as if time had froze, and the moment would stretch on forever.

That is, until Barbara gently began to sing, “We are marrying our creepy old guy.”

Beetlejuice froze, before breaking down into laughter, shoving Barbara and Adam away as they sang “Creepy old guy!” at him with wide grins.

“I don’t even know why I married you!” He howled, his kippah almost tumbling off as he rocked back with laughter.

“It’s too late to back out now,” Adam grinned, wrapping his arms around the demon and holding him up.

“You’re a part of Maitlands 3.0 now!” Barbara added, throwing her arms around the both of them. The three laughed, the wedding jitters now long gone.

“Yeah,” Beetlejuice couldn’t help but agree, smiling back dopily at the two. Eternity with them was going to be better than any experience he ever could’ve had being alive.

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

MAZEL TOV!

(A Comissary Yakovlev x Rebeca Rosenfeld fanfiction)

FANDOM: Nicholas and Alexandra 1971

A fanfic describing the wedding of my Comissary Yakovlev with my OC, Rebeca Rosenfeld.

@amalthea9 @princesssarisa @mademoiselle-princesse @superkingofpriderock @lioness--hart @hmmm-what-am-i-doing

Two weeks had passed...

Now, Rebeca was seeing herself in the mirror, while her sisters  brushed her hair.

Aunt Masha had taught her about the charm of, in the wedding day, wearing something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, to have luck and happines in her married life.

Her mother’s wedding dress was the something new.

Blue and new was the ribbon that she was wearing in her hair, tyed in a coque.

And borrowed by Hannah were a pair of nacre earings and a silver brooch.

She was about to cover her face with the white veil, when she heard steps entering the bedroom.

Rebeca turned her back, and saw that it was her father, entering with extended hands.

-How does the dress is on you, daughter?

Rebeca camed close to her father, and he delicately touched the veil behind he head, and the fabric that involved her shoulders and arms.

Old Abner smiled, and letted a tear fall, while he sayed:

-You are beautifull. Like your mother, in our wedding day.

Rebeca, also smiling and starting to cry, answered:

-I wished that Mami was here.

Old Abner responded:

-I know, that wherever my Sarah is, she is watching you and praying to God for your hapness.

At this moment, Aunt Masha got up and asked:

-Now, good old Abner, what do you think if us two give our arms to our *devushka to the registter’s office?

Old Abner nodded with his head.

At the office, Yakovlev was on his foot, in front of the peace judge, wearing his boots,  black pants and a blue *kosovorotka, waiting for the arrival of Rebeca and his family. At his side, there were his friends Dr. Ivan, also wearing boots, combined with blue pants and a white *kosovorotka, and the photographer Benjamin, wearing black shoes and a black pants, tux and tye combination.

-Are you nervous?

Asked Ivan to Yakovlev, who answered:

-Happy.

First, camed Hannah, who stayed at her husband Ivan’s side. She weared a purple dress.

Them, camed Yakovlev’s younger sister, Sophia, alongside Noemi and Lilia, Rebeca’s younger sisters.

Sophia was wearing a blue dress, in a tone close to the kosorovotka of her older brother. She stood by her friend Benjamin’s side.

Noemi weared a red dress and was holding and old cup made of clay alongside a piece of white fabric, while Lilia weared a yellow dress.

Them camed Rebeca, holding arms with Aunt Masha, who weared a magenta dress, and her father Old Abner, wearing black pants and suit, with no tye, and a black *kippah on his head that he always reserved for special ocasions.

They brought Rebeca to her groom, who offered his hand to her.

Aunt Masha sitted alongside the other ladies, while Old Abner followed soon after kissing the forehead of his older daughter and say to Yakovlev:

-Always look after her.

-I will, Mr. Rosenfeld.

Answered Yakovlev to him.

As soon as the old man sitted down, Yakovlev and Rebeca turned their faces to the peace judge, who asked:

-Before i start the ceremony, i need to ask if there is anyone who oposes the celebration of this matrimony.

-If there was someone, we kicked him out!

Exclaimed Aunt Masha from her chair, making everybody laugh.

-Them, let’s start. First, the age of the bride.

Rebeca answered:

-26.

The peace judge now turned to Yakovlev:

-Now, the age of the groom.

Yakovlev answered:

-36.

The officer turned his face back to Rebeca:

-Rebeca Rosenfeld, do you accept *Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev as your expouse?

-I do.

Answered Rebeca, looking at Yakovlev with a smile.

The officer them turned back to Yakovlev:

-*Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev, do you accept Rebeca Rosenfeld as your wife?

-I do.

Answered Yakovlev, smiling back at Rebeca.

The peace judge extended a pen to the couple:

-Now sign the papers, please. And them pass the papers to the testimonys.

Rebeca and Yakovlev signed the wedding papers, and them they passed the pen for Hannah, Ivan, Benjamin and Sophia, to sign their roles as testimonys.

-Noemi. Lilia. Aunt Masha. Come sign as well.

Called Sophia. The three ladies camed and signed.

The peace judge them sayed, to finish:

-Now, for the power to me invested, i declare you both, now married.

Just as he sayed that, Noemi raised her hand, where she holded the cup of clay, and sayed:

-Before you two kiss, i would like to ask to the groom to break this cup with his foot. This is a tradition of our people, to remind us of the fall of the Temple of Israel.

-I will be honored, Noemi.

Exclaimed Yakovlev.

While Noemi covered the cup in the piece of fabric she brought, Aunt Masha sayed a few words:

-The holly book has sayed: “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”.

Yakovlev asked, looking at Rebeca’s face:

-And who is my neighbour?

-Is me.

Sayed Rebeca to Yakovlev, who answered, while the veil away from her face:

-I love you.

Noemi putted the rolled cup on the floor, and her now brother in law broked in it with his foot, while her and Lilia exclaimed raising their arms to the air:

-Mazel tov!

And them, Yakovlev holded Rebeca by the waist, and raised and turned her around, while exclaiming in joy:

-My wife!

Before finally kissing her, who hugged his shoulders.

NOTES

*Devoushka is ‘girl’ in russian.

*Kosorovota is the traditional russian male shirt

*Kippah is the traditional jewish male small hat.

*I chosed to use Mikhail Sergeyevich as Yakovlev’s first two names as an homage to two Anton Chekhov characters that Sir Ian Holm has played: Michael L. Khrushchev in The Wood Demon and Peter Sergeyevich Trofimov, from the Cherry Orchard.

The music that i imagine to be the theme of this story is this one:

[antifragiletarot]

wearing a kippah from @kidskippot today. I've always loved femmes in kippot/yarmulkes, but I have never really enjoyed wearing them. I've donned them at my brother's shabbat dinners and once or twice to shul, and I even have a matzo print one for Passover, but they've never quite felt right, which is why I wear tichels these days. but I am dressing in a tux at a wedding soon, and I decided it was time to give them another go. also, the owner of @kidskippot is really nice and responsive on Etsy! I have a few more on order from her. . . . #tarot #witch #occult #antifragiletarotpodcast #antifragiletarot #magick #magic #tarotnerds #tarotdeck #cartomancy #divination #jewitch #tarotnerd #taroteveryday #tarotcommunity #tarot101 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3QEC4_HfRj/?igshid=i4jio7v48ccc