THE WIDE AND WONDERFUL WEDDING MEME

[blackmagicduck]

 

What's prettier than a June Bride/Groom? This meme is all about weddings and marriage! Get out the ring, send out the invites, and engage maximum fluff mode!

 

PRE-WEDDING/ENGAGEMENT

 

Proposal

You've got the ring, you've summoned the courage, it's the big moment! Time to get on your knee and pop the question! Or maybe this is spur of the moment – you're so overcome with feelings that it suddenly comes out.

 

In-Laws

Is it your first time meeting the family, or are you here to announce the engagement? Are they furious for you stealing their baby, or relieved that you idiots finally got together? Celebrate the union, or bring out the drama.

 

Maid Of Honor/Best Man

It's the next biggest question – bro, will you be there for me? Enjoy some fun platonic friendship – or if you like pain, is the MoH/BM in love with the person asking them? Ouch.

 

THE BIG DAY

 

Cold Feet

It just hit you – you're going to be spending the rest of your life with one person. It's reasonable to get a little nervous – does your intended break tradition to talk to you and help calm you down? Or will a friend/family member give you the hugs you so desperately need?

 

Runaway Bride (or groom)

You thought you would be okay as long as your beloved would be happy – turns out, you're not. Do you burst into the chapel movie-style with a loud I OBJECT! Or are you the one wearing the ring and deciding “nope”, fleeing to find your real one true love?

 

Here Comes The Bride (or groom)

Skip the drama and walk down the aisle – this is the actual wedding part of the wedding meme. Exchange rings, speak vows, get out the tissues. (Why not make it a rainy wedding day too? I hear the hip youth are into that.)

 

Skip The Party

Who needs a church and all that hullaballo when eloping is just as good? Are you running away together, or just want a quiet, simple ceremony?

 

POST-WEDDING

 

Wedding Party

Time to get drunk and make some embarrassing speeches! Whoa, did the MoH and BM hook up? Look who caught the bouquet! This is the fun for all option – but no one will be judged for some sad “the one that got away” moaning.

 

Honeymoon – SMUT OPTION

Okay let's be real, we can't stop you from making any of these smutty, this is just the one that was intentionally chosen. Anyway, you're away from the world and all alone, or maybe you're carrying your bride over the threshold at home sweet home – make that big night count!

 

Drunk Vegas Aftermath

Whoa, what did you drink last night? And... who's that in your bed?! Why are you both wearing wedding rings?!?! This is the hangover option, looks like you two have some regrets besides tattoos. Do you regret it...?

 

EXTRA – add these to your recipe for extra spice!

 

Fake

Trying to get out of a sticky situation or shut up the family? Nothing works like a good ol' fake marriage. And it's not like you two will actually fall in love, right...? Oops.

 

Arranged

Be it a business transaction or some fantasy AU, your fate was decided for you, as was your intended. Have you met before and decided to simply go through with it, or is the wedding the first time you ever laid eyes on one another?

 

Accidental

Maybe your partner misconstrued things, or this is all your fault, but one way or another, you either accidentally proposed or accidentally got married. Can you take it back without the other person murdering you, or do you decide to keep going?

 

Childhood Promise

The adorable kiddo option – you're not entirely sure you understand what a marriage is, but you want to be with your BFF forever, so let's promise to get married when we're grown up! Or you can timeskip, reminisce about that silly promise you made as a kid... except maybe you don't actually think it was silly.

 

Comments

[richestduck]

"Much appreciated," Scrooge grumped. "I'll be home in an hour so give me three hours before you come knocking."

[lifesa_witch]

"I'll give you four - so we have extra time to scream into pillows and question why our lives are like this."

See, she can be charitable! Kinda.

"See you later... hubby." With that, she flew out into the blue sky.

[richestduck]

Scrooge watched her fly off, grumbling to himself, "You're getting soft, McDuck."

He shuddered and went back to his desk, knowing he likely wasn't going to get much done. Still, he couldn't just go home now. It'd raise too many red flags and the last thing this charade needed were suspicions.

[lifesa_witch]

Four hours later...

Magica arrived at McDuck Manor. She sure didn't look like she packed everything - in fact, she had the same purse, same broom, all that was new new was the small bird cage that contained the grumbling Ratface. She tapped the giant iron gates, trying to find the intercom button.

"McDuck, let me in! There better not be any magical blockers here!"

[richestduck]

There was a moment of hesitation before the gates swung open. Scrooge had spent the past three hours informing the entire family...and having to convince them that, no, he hadn't gone insane and she hadn't spelled him. He had a terrible migraine from it all.

If it hadn't been for his insistence to go along with the plan, Beakley and Duckworth would've happily "not heard" the intercom.

[lifesa_witch]

So far, so good. With a heavy sigh, she headed right for the front doors - with little envious glances at the large mansion, garden, everything she wanted for herself. She tried to swallow down her greed and look at it another way - one day, when she had the Midas Touch, she had to buy things that were bigger and better than this! Yes, this was a lesson plan on how to live her future.

At least she had the decency to knock. "Hush, Ratface. They'll let you fly around... probably."

[richestduck]

The door opened with the ghostly Duckworth standing just inside the door, his face calm but vaguely disapproving at the same time.

"Good evening, Miss De Spell. Mr. McDuck has had us prepare a room for you. Dinner will be in half an hour in the dining room. May I take your bag?"

[lifesa_witch]

She'd get a better butler when she was richer. Snootier! More British! Deader!

"Take the bag and put it in the middle of the room. It contains absolutely everything in my house." Yes, absolutely everything. Magic had lots of cheats. Once she had the time, she'd enchant it all back out to make the room feel more like home.

[richestduck]

"Very good, ma'am. Would you like me to show you to your room now so you can get settled in?" he asked, taking the bag and keeping his face in that vaguely-disapproving neutral expression.

[lifesa_witch]

Well, she had a half hour to kill. "Yes, let's head there right away. And ignore any noises you hear in there afterwards, it's all perfectly normal."

Explosions, smoke, animal roaring, all the good stuff.

[richestduck]

"I would like to remind you, Miss De Spell, of your contract with Mr. McDuck in this matter. Particularly the clauses regarding leaving anything--spell, object, or otherwise--behind that you can use to steal the Dime or have others steal it for you."

However, he began floating towards her room, following the hallways and staircases to a room at the very end of the hallway leading to the guest rooms.

[lifesa_witch]

"I wrote the darn thing, I know what it says!" She snapped - boy, this stay was going to feel like forever. "I do use magic for things other than trying to take the dime, you know."

[richestduck]

"Very good, ma'am," the butler told her, unphased by her outburst.

He opened the door to a rather large guestroom that could easily house her cottage with a little extra space to spare. The room was elegantly furnished with a large four-poster bed and cushion-topped bench at the foot of it. There was even a small sitting area opposite one of the windows overlooking the front yard and Duckburg surrounding the Hill, a stately plush chair with ottoman, side table, and floor lamp. The window itself had a window bench seat with storage cabinets to add even more storage to the wardrobe and dresser.

"The nearest bathroom is three doors down to the left," the butler informed her. "To reach the dining room, you have only return to the first floor and turn right, following the main hallway from the foyer."

[lifesa_witch]

Grrr- all this wealth on display! Well, fine! Her future mansion would have guest rooms that would house six cottages! Bigger beds, bigger windows, bigger front yards - Ratface began to caw.

"Okay, okay, I hear you!" She huffed, setting the cage down and opening the latch. The bird flew around the room, content to stretch his wings before settling on the windowsill.

[richestduck]

"I will see you at dinner then, Miss De Spell."

With that, Duckworth phased through the floor.

[lifesa_witch]

Now she could get to work. She approached her bag, rubbed her fingers together, and pulled out one wand from her sleeve.

"Mixi maxi muxi moan,
Let's make this place feel more like home!"

The purse shook, rattled, and then BURST - everything spilled out that had once been in her cottage, perfectly aligning themselves where they would fit best. Tomes, cauldron, potions, all of it made - as she warned - an intense amount of noise as it "redecorated".

[richestduck]

As expected, everything fit neatly into the room. In fact, there was extra space to move around in even when accounting for the extra furniture that had already been part of the room.

Scrooge grimaced, sitting up in bed where he'd been lying down with a cold cloth for his migraine. He didn't have to look to know the cause of the noise.

"This is going to be the longest week of my life," he grumbled.

He was still wondering why he'd agreed to this a half-hour later as everyone gathered around the dinner table.

[lifesa_witch]

As Magica entered the dining room, Ratface on her shoulder, she wasn't terribly surprised to be greeted by a room full of glares. "Tidings of love and good cheer to you all, too." She said dryly, heading for an empty seat.

"Trust me, it's killing me on the inside that I'm so close to the dime but I can't grab it. But right now, my freedom means more to me than that."

[richestduck]

Scrooge sighed as Beakley and Duckworth started serving everyone. "How's your room?"

[lifesa_witch]

"It'll do." But her attention was quickly taken in by the food - Yum! And such big portions!

Whatever money Magica had usually went for dime-related schemes, so she went skimp for meals. So to have these generous servings...! She quickly went to town, Ratface gorging himself on anything left over.

She had worse table manners than the kids!

[richestduck]

Donald opened his mouth to say something but Scrooge shot him a glare. He huffed and tucked into his own meal as Beakley sat down with her portion.

The idle dinnertime chitchat was tense for obvious reasons. At least Beakley's cooking kept mouths too occupied for much more than eating.

[lifesa_witch]

After about four full plates, Magica was finally stuffed, hands on her belly. "Phew... no wonder you go on all these insane adventures, having to work off meals like that." Burp.

[richestduck]

"Thank you," Beakley said, taking the compliment though her gaze was wary on the witch.

"Maybe you should stick around," Louie suggested with a smirk.

Dewey stared incredulously at his brother. "Dude, whose side are you on?"

"I'm serious. She can't make off with the Dime if she's too stuffed to move."

"Boys," Scrooge snapped sharply, ending the conversation.

[lifesa_witch]

Huey had his own questions. "Do witches need more carbs in order to perform magic? Is there a correlation between casting a spell and how much energy you have? For example, when flying your broom, does your body weight have an effect-"

"Boy, think very carefully if you're trying to call me fat."

Huey shut up.

With that, Magica stood up. "Look, my family and that stubborn goose aren't the sharpest tools in the shed. You don't have to sing my praises. Just don't ask them any questions, and distract them when they ask you any."

[richestduck]

"Understood, dear," Scrooge said dryly. "By the way, when should we expect them to show up?"