#{ I had to do some research about the wedding traditions and attire since I generally never learned about that kind of stuff in order to- }

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — MARRIAGE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAGICAL THING, joining together two loving people in holy matrimony with an eternal vow. Getting married was often something that a vast majority of people desired, yet very few were ever able to achieve such a status for various different reason: cheating on one's significant other, abuse of said significant other, abandonment of one's significant other — and so forth and so on. Yet... most couples wishing to tie the knot at least knew something about their destined significant other, often choosing to date and grow acquainted with one another before making such a bold decision — but alas, 'twas not the case for this marriage. Much like his mother's own fate, he too, had been petition for an arranged marriage in attempt to not only grow their family's status and power as what many would consider a mafia, it was also a desperate attempt to get Mikaela out of his shell and away from any anti-social tendencies he'd picked up along the way through his rather... precarious childhood. "It's time you stepped out of our family's shadow, Mikaela. As the sole heir to our enterprise, it's up to you to carry on our traditions and legacy. Marriage is part of that tradition. I've arranged a marriage between you and a Korean foreigner by the name of Min-Jun, surely he'll make for a fine husband. Не губи свои шансы, Микаэла, иначе будут последствия."

✠ — Thus here he was, PLACED INTO AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH A MNA HE HAD NEVER MET ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE, never knowing whether or not he'll be walking into the same type of situation his mother is in (struggling from years of verbal abuse by the hands of his father's parents and older brothers) except what he feared for was the physical altercations. After all, he'd lived through enough of those thanks to his dear father. But alas, there was nothing that could be done about the situation other than to swallow his fears and put on a charming smile — the very same smile that his mother had taught him. He supposed that things could be worse. Most who married those they did not know ended up with people much older than them (and much uglier as well), but he had somehow gotten lucky in the department of looks, having stolen a few quick peeks at his husband-to-be before they had even been officially introduced.

✠ — BEING MADE TO WEAR RED, much like his father's ancestors during their marriages, because father was oh so particular about tradition, sporting a sarafan that was specifically tailored to his exact measurements (despite said garb usually being for women) all because his father believed such a thing would enhance Mikaela's already feminine features — hence securing him a guaranteed partner — meanwhile his hair was pulled back and pinned into a neatly pressed bun, head being adorned with a beaded crown of various colors (reds, whites, and golds) as a veil cascaded down his back and even obscured the sides of his face. To many, he was a magnificent sight to see and anyone lucky enough to take him as a bride was surely blessed by the gods themselves, but to others... many believed this wedding to be nothing but an attempt for Vladislav to shove his only child off onto someone else for being unable to live up to the family's standards.

✠ — After all, IT WASN'T LIKE MIKAELA WAS PARTICULARLY GOOD AT ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE SUPPOSED MORE WIFELY TASKS TO BEGIN WITH. He couldn't shoot a gun like his father or uncles, he couldn't stand the sight of blood to go hunting, he didn't like fighting or sparring of any kind, and he most certainly didn't enjoy overly taxing physical labor. All he could do was cook and clean and do laundry, but even then... he was certain he was nowhere as good as his mother with said tasks. Mikaela wasn't good for anything at all, but at least he knew he was attractive, and perhaps that was the only thing he had going for him?

✠ — TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, he had somehow managed to drop a particularly expensive bottle of wine when attempting to retrieve it from the kitchen, glass crashing against the marbled floor and shooting off in all manner of directions causing the red liquid inside to spatter all over. Surely his husband-to-be would think him a fool for not even being able to bring a wine bottle back to the dinning chamber and he was more than certain his father would do more than yell at him for such an embarrassing display, thus why he quickly crouches down in attempt to pick up the scattered pieces of glass with one hand, using the other to lift the skirt of his sarafan just enough to prevent it from getting dirty — though the sudden sound of another's voice is quick to make him turn his head in the direction of the other in a rather startled manner (and cause him to cut his finger on one of the many shards).

✠ — "Min-jun," his voice comes forth in a worried manner, "опрости ми. Forgive me, I didn't mean to drop the wine. Please pay me no mind, I'll clean the mess as quickly as I can." HE'S QUICK TO STAND BACK UP IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS GROOM, hiding both his hands behind his back in the process. It probably isn't difficult to see that he was anxious about the entire situation, but that doesn't last for long once his brain processes Min-jun's previous statement — serving as more than enough to cause some color to rise in his cheeks. "Я не знаю, о чем ты говоришь. I don't know what you're talking about, Min-jun." Must you embarrass me so?

𝐌𝐈𝐍-𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌, 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂̧𝐀𝐃𝐄, but his mind is racing all over the place with troubled thoughts. he has never attended a gathering like this. all of the birthdays or taoistic seances were usually done with only a handful of people, customarily his own relatives, transforming tonight's banquet into a beautifully set-up minefield. one wrong word, one wrong step is all it ever takes to blow everything out of proportion. min-jun knows that & tries to be exceptionally mindful tonight, though such is easier said than done when your bride-to-be is from a different country with an entirely different set of traditional values altogether.

he sighs a little sigh, surrounded by clinks of porcelain cups & idle chit-chats. the seemingly grandiose chamber into which mikaela's father brought them doesn't appear all that spacious anymore, like being ( politely ) thrust inside a very extravagant russian doll. min-jun is completely out of his depth here, sitting right at the center of this redundantly long dining table by which two families are also gathered, exchanging their equally redundant pleasantries over dinner. it's suffocating. he sincerely wishes for nothing more than to move on right now & just proceed with the wedding, but alas, etiquette. a groom must be composed & patient, & never forget to smile.

when jin-ho finally regards him, min-jun automatically turns his head & does just that, for once thankful for the haunting void inside his chest. ❝ yes, father? ❞ answering in a low, quiet tone, an emotion of happiness is forged just as the older man continues in his usual flamboyant flare, ❝ 가서 와인으로 사랑스러운 신부를 도와주는 게 어때요 ? ❞

❝ . . . . . ❞

that cheeky devil. min-jun doesn't know whether to be thankful or downright suspicious, but then again, who is he deny some private time with mikaela? giving a small nod, the young groom then turns towards all others & bows his head, politely excusing himself before getting up & exiting the lavish chamber. at long last some fresh air, he wordlessly muses while taking off his white veiled gat & amok the slow, nonchalant steps, inhale deeply, filling own lungs with much needed ice.

by the time min-jun finally arrives to the kitchen, the poor bride-to-be already managed to smash one of the expensive wine bottles by accident, making the groom ever so subtly smile just as he leans against the wooden doorframe, crossing arms underneath own muscled chest. ❝ you really know how to make a man feel thirsty.... don't you... ? ❞ whether these softly spoken words were regarding the spilled wine or mikaela himself, is only a guess.

@yuichiroswife || ♡'d starter.

[sindrias-vizier]

Modern AU - Excerpt - Visit to Istanbul, not Constantinople (Don’t kill me for that please.)

THIS IS A PART OF MY NANOWRIMO PROJECT FOR NOVEMBER. I needed to get back into the swing of writing and this will be added in at some point!

Please note:  I put a lot of research and checked like a million times with my aunt who’s from Turkey (she’s a very dear friend of my mothers who I consider an aunt) about how well written this is to Turkish life, and I fact checked that as well. This is as close as possible as I could get to the real thing!

Word Count: 3,208 words

Waking up to a view of the Golden Horn was quite an experience to Sinbad.

After a twelve hour flight from Portland to London, and then another three and a half hour flight from London to Istanbul, he was blissful when he and Ja’far arrived to the hotel they were staying at while visiting the fabled city.

He had taken a shower and promptly fell asleep on the large, luxurious bed, completely out even before his head hit the pillow.

Ja’far had forgotten to close the curtains over the large, crystal pained windows the night before. When the sun had started coming over the horizon, it had woken Sin up. Amber irises lazily opened, and the first thing that caught his eye was the sun lighting the Golden Horn up, mists gauzy over the blue-gold waters.

Now Sinbad understood why generations of Turks,Greeks and other peoples wanted this city of hills and seas. A view like this, along with the city itself, was completely enchanting.

His thoughts were cut out by the sound of the muezzins call to prayer from the Blue Mosque, and he felt Ja’far shift next to him in their bed.

“Mmm,is it dawn already…?” he sat up,stretching. In the light of the morning, his green eyes were hazy with tiredness. Sin couldn’t help it. Tousled with sleep,lips formed in a pout, he thought that Ja’far was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Unfortunately. Did you wake up because of the call to prayer?” Sinbad reached out and wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling his slim body close. Sin kissed Ja’far’s forehead, and the smaller man made a contented and warm sound.

“Mhm. I always do when I come to visit my grandmother. It’s a soothing sound.” Ja’far’s father was Turkish and raised in Istanbul. His mother, and Ja’far’s grandmother, was Nilüfer. His only surviving grandparent on his (long deceased) father’s side, Ja’far had been close to her even after he was adopted by Rurumu and Hinahoho after his biological parents had died. (He had been adopted by them since they and his biological parents were such good friends.)

“But I hope Allah doesn’t mind me not bowing in prayer today, I am too tired and jet lagged.” Ja’far curled up in Sinbad’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of sleeping past dawn for once on a Monday. Sinbad ran a trading partnership with a friend of theirs, Rashid, and consequently they were both awake before the sun was up most days.

This year, on the second to last day of Ramadan – their holy month – Sinbad and Ja’far had left for a vacation for their third wedding anniversary, which fell on the last day of Eid al-Fitr, the celebration of the end of fasting. (Better known as Kurban Bayramı in Turkey.)

And it would be nice to spend it with Ja’far’s extended family in Istanbul.

“I’m glad fasting is almost over. It was chaos being at work at lunch time when we couldn’t eat. It was nice Rashid could join in on us working though – we got more work done in this last month than I thought possible.” Rashid, like his two friends, was also Muslim, though a little more lax than most. His son Alibaba was taught to choose his own religion, since he didn’t want to force anything on him.

Sinbad grinned. “Taking a vacation and you talk about work, how romantic.”

Ja’far rolled his eyes. “I know, I know, Ramadan isn’t over yet. Maybe we can spend the day sleeping until sunset -” Sinbad was cut off by the ringing of Ja’far’s cellphone.

“Grandmother?” Ja’far switched to Turkish, the sound lovely to Sinbad’s ears. He enjoyed hearing his husband talk in the language Ja’far loved so much. “Ah, yes we’re in Istanbul. We’re at the hotel right now and thinking of sleeping the day away until before the celebration starts at sunset. And yes, we brought Aladdin.”

Aladdin was their adopted son, and sleeping in the room next to theirs. At seventeen years old, they felt him too old to sleep in the same room as them while they were visiting in Turkey. He was adopted shortly after they were married when they were twenty one and Aladdin fourteen.

“We will be at the house around… seven or so? We’ll get ready around six and drive over.” Ja’far smiled at the excited tone his grandmother used. At seventy four she was extremely youthful, and he adored her.

“Yes yes, I love you too.Can’t wait to see you.” he hung up. Ja’far was just putting the phone back on the nightstand when Aladdin peeked in. The sleepy teenager was almost as tall as Sinbad, and taller than Ja’far was now (a sore point since he had known Aladdin since he was very very small).

“Breakfast?” Aladdin was raised in the Jewish faith by his biological parents before them and, as a rule, Sinbad and Ja’far didn’t force him to adhere to their religious month of fasting.

“There’s a restaurant down in the lobby that opens in half an hour – hold on.” Ja’far reached over and rummaged around in the jeans he wore the night before. He took out forty Turkish lira.

“It’s relatively inexpensive, so that should be enough for breakfast and lunch – and remember, your grandmother will have a huge spread for the celebrations later so don’t eat too much at lunch.” He reached over and gave his son an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“We will be sleeping until four or so and leaving at five. So don’t bother us until around then.” Ja’far smiled at him. “Do some of the summer work your teacher assigned you, yes? I know you have your laptop with you. Try and do as much as you can, since we plan on going to the Asian side of Istanbul tomorrow to visit other family, and we still have a few weeks ahead of us for exploring around here.”

Aladdin nodded and smiled. “Sleep well~”

Ja’far fell back onto the bed after the door shut. He was thankful Sinbad had drawn the heavy curtains shut, darkening the once sun-bright room, and promptly joined him back in bed.

After that, they slept the hours between the first dawn to four PM in relative comfort, only awakened by the sound of a beeping alarm. Refreshed, Ja’far rose from the bed to shower himself before Sinbad was able to snatch the bathroom for himself. He heard his husband grumbling about it on the others ide of the door and Ja’far resisted the urge to giggle.

“I’m faster than you.” Ja’far said, coming from the bathroom just ten minutes after entering the shower. “Besides, why do you need one? You took one last night -”

“I just want to look nice, that a crime?” he laughed, and stole the shower back for himself. Ja’far turned the TV on to the news, and got dressed. He thanked goodness that his hair was short and just needed minor brushing, and he was good to go. Wearing a loose fitting traditional Turkish shirt of soft green linen, embroidered in gold thread; and a yelek, a vest made of bright yellow and embroidered with silver. These were only for the special occasion, since he generally dressed in a more relaxed fashion away from work.

“You look amazing, as usual.” Sinbad popped his head out and grinned. His long dark purple hair was saturated with water, and the distinct smell of his sandalwood soap smacked Ja’far in the face when he opened the door.

“Flatterer! You have ten minutes to get ready.” he laughed when Sin stuck his tongue out at him, and popped back in the bathroom, presumably to start the process of getting dressed. Ja’far decided to go over and check on Aladdin and see if he was dressed and ready to go.

Aladdin didn’t disappoint. Even if he was dressed as a normal teenager – a graphic tshirt, jeans and boots – Ja’far knew that would be alright. His grandmother would still hug him close and smother him with kisses, formal attire or not.

“Pops ready to go?” Aladdin called Ja’far dad and Sinbad pops – for some reason it irritated Sin to no end, and made him feel old even though he was only twenty four years old.

“Ready as he will ever be. That man lives to rush places, I swear to – you know what I mean.” Aladdin laughed at Ja’far’s exasperated response. He knew they loved each other even if they did argue quite a bit.

“Grandma is excited to see us all, I can feel it.” Aladdin said on the way to their (rented) car. Sinbad had finally been ready to go at exactly two fifty (much to Ja’far’s annoyance) and they were in the car by six PM.

Traversing the streets of Istanbul was interesting, with twists and turns, on their way to the quarter of the city the family home was in.

Nilüfer Aga lived in a house that had belonged to her husband’s family for generations; Ja’far was named for his grandfather, who was Egyptian and Turkish in ethnicity.

The name Aga came from the word for ‘leader’ in Ottoman Turkish, since his family going back generations were apart of the old Ottoman Empire’s government and one of his ancestors was married to a sister of Sultan Suleiman the Lawgiver (called the Magnificent in the west) himself.

Ja’far rarely talked about this, considering it was something in the past. Though part of him, frankly, was somewhat proud to know that on his father’s side he was related to a just and good ruler. He held an affection for the city of his father’s birth, since he had come there every other summer (the other summers spent with his mother’s parents in their home in Dublin,Ireland.) and as a result knew the city by heart.

“Sin, you’re going the wrong way-”

“It’s the long way, and much prettier. Besides we have time before the sun goes down anyways.” he flashed a charming smile at his husband, who rolled his eyes.

“The sun sets earlier here than back home, doesn’t it?” Aladdin said in the backseat. Growing up in the pacific northwest, he was used to the sun setting anywhere from nine thirty to ten PM. Long summer twilights meant lots of playing for him, even at this age.

“Well we’re farther north than here.” Ja’far smiled. “But it’s just as bright with all the lights here in the city. I forget this is your first trip here.”

“Remember when Grandma came all the way from Turkey for your wedding and walked away with a great grandson too?” Aladdin grinned. Even though the events surrounding his adoption was painful, he was happy it was Sheba’s dear friend that gained custody of him. He had already taken to calling Ja’far his second mother (as a joke of course) from a super young age, spending days sitting at his table from elementary school.

Aladdin had come into their home a year before Sinbad and Ja’far had married, originally Ja’far as Aladdin’s legal guardian after his parent’s disappearance. (No one had known what happened, since their car was found outside of town, no valuables taken, even Solomon and Sheba’s phones still in the console of the car.)

Ja’far and Sinbad had been married the year after they disappeared, saddened by the absence of their friends, but still glad in the fact that Aladdin had been kept in their circle. Four years after their disappearance he still missed his parents, but he was happy he had his adoptive parents.

“I told you this was too long-”

“Nothing is happening yet, Ja’far, calm yourself. You’re worse than flighty hen.” “‘Flighty hen’? Who are you calling a ‘flighty hen’?” Ja’far was tempted to give his husband what for but realized he was driving out of the city and to quarter his grandmother lived in, named Yeniköy. It was located on the very sea line of the Bosphorus strait. The only reason they weren’t staying there instead of a hotel was the fact that Ja’far liked his privacy, and did not relish his nosy family learning all of his and Sinbad’s habits.

(Also its extremely distressing when your husband gets handsy in the house one considered their childhood home. No thank you, he liked to think his grandfather still resided in the home spiritually and that wouldn’t be fun for him to see, would it?)

Unlike most of the homes in the quarter, it was spaced evenly away from its neighbors. Lawns of emerald green surrounded the home, up until it came to the marble quay that had only the one caïque his grandmother preferred to use over a car.

The sun was just starting to set over the city when they pulled in through the gates of Nilüfer’s home. Already there were the cars of the various aunts, uncles and cousins on both her side and her husbands side; she was considered the Matriarch of their family, and thusly many people gathered in her home for holidays, birthdays and even weddings.

“Ready?” Ja’far asked Aladdin as the teen got out of the car. His eyes darted around, nervous about the amount of cars and the probable amount of people that were gathered there.

“Little bit. Everyone here I don’t think I’ve met...” he trailed off.

“Well you know Grandmother, Aunt Nermin, Uncle Ibrahim and their children -”

“That’s about it.” Aladdin was still following behind his parents, however, even if he was nervous. The double doors, made of a sweet smelling cedar wood, opened with a heavy creaking sound.

“Hadji! You’re still here!” Ja’far couldn’t help but smile at the small, wizened man smiling at him at the door. From some of his earliest memories of his grandmothers house, this man has long been her companion and her butler. He remembered a rumor saying after his grandfather died before he was even born, he had been her lover. He dismissed the accusation, since Hadji had nothing but respect for his best friend.

“As long as Lady Nilüfer is here, I shall ever be here, young master.” with his formal speech came a twinkle in his eye. Ja’far adored him, and he was like a grandfather to him and all the grandchildren and great grandchildren that peopled the family.

“Ah! I’m rude. Hadji, this is Aladdin. You’ve already met Sinbad.” Ja’far was more than grateful that his family accepted him – he knew that Nilüfer would no matter what, since he was her favorite grandchild – but it was Hadji’s acceptance of his husband that made it all the better.

“Still looks like a rascal, even in those nice clothes.” he smiled, ushering them in. The smell of cooking food hit the pair hard, since the hadn’t eaten since coming into Istanbul the night before.

“I smell so much good food – If I don’t eat soon, I’ll perish.” Sinbad muttered.

“Today is the last day, so you’ll be fine. Besides, we got a lot of work done this month!” Ja’far said brightly. Sinbad sent him a dirty look.

“Stop bringing work up on vacation -”

“Can’t stop, won’t stop~” Ja’far grinned mischievously at his husband. It was the last day of fasting, and it was time to celebrate. True, the true partying would happen tomorrow, but his family always started the night before since they could sleep the day away next morning.

He could hear the sounds of laughing people from the largest chamber in the house, and he followed the noises, familiar sounds of old and new Turkish mixed together, songs being sung, and even a joke or two.

“Ah! You’re here!” he felt his grandmother’s arms wrap instantly around him, and he held the small, delicate looking woman close. Nilüfer didn’t look a day over sixty, despite her years. Her hair was the same shade of blond as her grandson’s, albeit with more silvery strands. However, where his eyes were a leafy, emerald green, hers blazed a green-gold color that was lively as a young woman’s. There were faint lines here and there, but all around she was still just as beautiful as any woman in the world.

“Grandmother.” Ja’far felt himself tear up, realizing just then how much he actually missed this elegant, imperious woman. She was the person he adored above all people in his family.

“My lion, how I missed you so.” she patted his cheek. “You’ve grown even more handsome since the last time I saw you. I don’t miss that elated, happy look in your eyes, Ja’far. I’m glad for it.” There was a small silence between them, him just hugging her close, like any grandchild would do after not seeing their grandparent after years of separation. She set him back, looking him up and down.

“You look more like your mother with every passing year. The only thing of my family in you is the coloring of your hair, but its not bad. She was a beautiful woman and I miss her as much as I miss your father.” she sighed. He patted her shoulder.

“We brought Aladdin with us. We know how much you adore him.” Ja’far pulled him close to his grandmother, and smiled when he got the hugging and kissing treatment, much to the teens embarassment.

“Ja’far!” came the call from his favorite aunt, Nermin. One of the first people to accept his marriage to Sinbad, she was a bright ray of sunshine, and eased his way into coming out to his extended family. While some grumbled, the overwhelming vote was happy for him and for Sinbad.

“Hello Au-” he was cut off by being smothered with kisses, and he felt more like a small boy than an adult man.

“Aunt!” he sounded so embarrassed when he finally escaped her embrace, realizing he was smiling about the same thing happening to Aladdin. He laughed.

“Still beautiful as ever! Do you ever age?”

“Ask yourself that, you still look like a teenager!” Nermin grinned. “We all seem to age slowly, don’t we? One asks if we have found the fountain of youth! Keh keh!” It was a running family joke that all of the Aga family line had been given a sip from the fabled fountain of youth at birth, thus securing a slow aging process.

“Oh yes, I do don’t I?” he smiled.

Sinbad had sat back and watched for a little while, letting Ja’far interact with any and all family members, and couldn’t help but smile. He was happy, even energetic, despite his lack of food and still suffering from jet lag.

Ja’far wouldn’t own up to it, but he thrived when surrounded by family. He would always brighten when there were gatherings, even if they were at their friends houses. Then again, friends were family, weren’t they?

The sun and finally sunk below the horizon line before anyone knew it; and everyone spilled out into the warm, Anatolian night for dinner. 

Everything from roasted lamb to rice and vegetables drenched in olive oil covered the tables; Turkish tea and coffee scented the air. Laughter was swept up into the night as the rest of Istanbul celebrated the night that preceded the end of the fast.

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If there was another game like Live Nikki, what would be some things you'd want to see in it that would, in your opinion, make it better/appeal to a wider audience?

Ah, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I'm not a game dev, but I'm gonna answer this as if I were hypothetically making the game.I think if I were to make such a game, I'd spend a lot of time working on it and tweaking it before even thinking about releasing it... (Which LN probably also did, not accusing them of not doing so at all.)See, if I wanted a lot of people to play it, I'd probably start it off by making a social media page for it when I had enough content made to where I could show it off and catch the interest of other players. Which might be literal Hell because as much as I'd love to make it based on feedback from others, not everyone on the internet has amazing suggestions and some of them would probably be extremely repetitive.I do realize the irony as Love Nikki essentially does the same thing.I'm not a game dev so I can give a lot of ideas that I'm sure could only go so far...I think I'd start off with a variety of skin tones, though. Lighter and darker ones since that's what so many people had a problem with since before I had even joined (some time shortly after I did, we got put first dark skin tone). Since Love Nikki offers the ability to craft makeup, I'd probably offer a chance at crafting/modifying different ones that can all look similar but that also don't totally clash with the skin tone simply because the makeup had to be the same. If that makes any sense at all. Because as grateful as I am to have two more makeup options, I have three or four options all together for my character's face if she's a poc as opposed to all the different options she has with lighter tones.I'd also try to come up with more specific searches. It would be a pain and it would take more time, but it is SUPER frustrating once you have a ton of outfits and you just wanna find something red and you can't just look up "red" and find shirts of that colour. Like, it's not a huge deal, but it's also kinda annoying since I already know what I want but I have to scroll and scroll and look through vague categories that might give me what I'm looking for. I feel like that would go a long way. I know there's a "search" option but does anyone really always remember the name.of the clothing item they want immediately? No, not really.Also, since we're on the topic of more specific searches, hairstyle searches, PLEASE. I would try to add categories for "long" or "short" or "pony tails" and so on. Also things like "boots" or "heels" for shoes and "crop tops" or "blouses" for shirts. Though... I know that it would be difficult to have so many category options in one single mobile game so I can't really say I have a problem with LN not having this, it's just an idea.I feel like if I wanted to reference any areas in general, I'd wanna make sure that I was doing as much research as possible and again, I'm not trying to talk badly about LN, but since I live in a country with so many cultures mixed in and that would probably be where everything starts off, I would really wanna make as many outfits for different cultures with at least a decent amount of research done for them. I know that would mean including a TON of different ones but maybe I could start off small? Simple modern day fashion that you see in media already mixed with stuff from other cultures, so.... You can give a girl a hijab and also a pretty shirt and a matching skirt, or... For things like the many wedding events that LN has, one can include traditional wedding attire that isn't just big white poofy dresses... I dunno, I feel like I could list a lot more but I'll say it again, I'm not a game dev and this is only hypothetical so I can't say I have too many ideas for fashion from different cultures but I'm sure if it were a real game in progress, I'd be able to.lost more examples.I'd like to say that there'd be some more flat chested outfit options and maybe even a few makeup options with more masculine features for people who really want that level of customization though I can't help but wonder how well that would turn out and how popular it would be. I'd be down for it if it were an option in a game.Also, more mythical creatures. Elves and mermaidsand whatnot because they're cute.Honestly I'm sure this answer isn't all that great and maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't claim to have better ideas or ways of doing things than the people actually making the game as they actually have to do it and everything I'm talking about is... Well, not real. Buuuuuuuut, if I could have a similar game with any features I wanted magically made, these are a few things I would go for.I hope this was a good enough answer. ^^;

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Even although women have more choices, the traditional plain pump or sling back will lead the pack and be snug sneakers. Sure, plain pumps are even nonetheless being donned by lots of ladies. Quite a couple of brides to be have even worn boots with their specific wedding ceremony gown. This could have all modified as immediately shoe makers are making use of tumbled leathers, a process that produces leather-based considerably comfortable and supple. Todays slingback shoe is being proven in suede, patent leather and clean leather materials. Aside from being manufactured with fairly a bit extra comfy materials the kinds are still lots like they always have been. Some boot fashions even have a shaft peak of 16 inches. Numerous their cowgirl boots will be tall by having an average shaft height around 10 inches. Also don t forget how heel top will decide wedding gown modifications. Spend time considering what sort of wedding ceremony shoe you would like.

Old favorites like Naturalizer, Trotters and Tender Spots are nonetheless vending well, along with some very exciting more moderen brands. Styling could have not changed all that much for males, they might still store with title brands they've famend for years. As with the males, there are plenty of model names to shop with for womens comfy footwear. There's numerous standing and dancing. Osteotomy – there is involvement of a surgical minimize and realignment of the affected joint. Arthrodesis – this is the elimination of the damaged joint surfaces that were affected. Resection arthroplasty – elimination and the restore of the damaged joint. Restore of the tendons and ligaments round the big toe – the purpose of this procedure is to shorten the loose tissues of the big toe. Exostectomy – is the removing of the lump on the massive toe. When the deformity comes to some extent where the big toe factors towards the smaller toes, ache is more sensible and should result in chronic pain. If you choose a passionate marriage ceremony on the seaside, heels might not be your finest selection. Foot stiffness could develop and hallux varus may develop.

Hallux varus happens due to over-correction, resulting for the big toe to level away from the second toe. Another point to think about, is the place the actual marriage ceremony ceremony goes to take place. In fact quite a couple of would doubtless disagree and say that the gown is the middle level of a bride s marriage ceremony attire. A wedding often last for hours, that s together with the precise marriage ceremony as well as the reception. The pump pattern remains to be considered very professional looking and is properly accepted within the work setting. This will fully fluctuate with the establishment, hospital bills, professional fees and medications. This localized enlargement of the inside portion of the joint may be handled with relaxation, proper footwear, foot helps, medications and surgery. The lateral deviation of the good toe is as a result of enlargement of the bone or the surrounding tissue of the joints. Bony protuberances at the bottom of the big toe or the repositioning of joints are observed.

According to research, ballet dancers are vulnerable to bunion formation. Typically, a bunion could be situated at the smallest toe. Chronic huge toe inflammation, rising deformity, toe stiffness, and when patient appear can't discover relief from pain even with all of the medications and interventions performed, bunion surgery is suggested. The bunion surgical procedure is indicated to patients who have a determined bunion from urged checks. Anti-inflammatory drugs are prescribed to patients and these are acetylsalicylic acid, ibuprofen, and naproxen. Are you curious about stilettos, slippers, open toes? A lot of the Italian designers may present sq. toes or very pointed toes however the basic types are the very best sellers in mens comfy formal footwear. Mens comfy costume footwear continues to be fairly fundamental in design. Conventional dress oxfords are nonetheless very talked-about, even wing guidelines are even nonetheless promoting in the bigger towns. Brand names that you've worn for a few years akin to Florsheim, Nunn Bush and a host of others are still in enterprise.

Because womens fashions have modified over time, there actually are many new choices for the lady to pick out from in women's comfy formal footwear. Choosing snug footwear is a must so that we can keep away from recurrence. Carrying snug sneakers can reduce the presenting symptoms and facilitate relief. This bunion splint is normally worn at evening to facilitate ache relief. The attainable complications of this surgical process are infection, recurrence, nerve injury and continued or chronic ache. The health worker ought to be keen in observing for indicators of complications. In this period, assistive gadgets are needed so as to avoid complications. Women's sling backs are a method that happens to be also timeless. Women's comfortable footwear quite the alternative have changed drastically over time. Plus following your marriage ceremony ceremony, you have got a good looking pair of shoes you can wear for particular occasions, work or wherever. Following all of the following pointers can assist the particular person to achieve optimum well being and functioning.

This can correct the alignment of the toe. One should report for toe numbness, as a result of it can be an indication of nerve harm. Danger components embody congenital defects, nerve circumstances, rheumatoid arthritis, damage and footwear. When the individual has totally recovered and the stitches have been finally removed, the patient now can use footwear that can not precipitate improvement of a bunion. If there s any second to spurge, now could be it. Should you do, in that second you will be desperate to seek out something that will go along with your dress. You ll discover beautifully made designer shoes at low cost rates. It may be said, that for any new bride, a very important portion of the wedding outfit is the sneakers. Of course the actual wedding gown is definitely the focal level, however the consolation all lies with the wedding shoe. Sling back variations are easy to carry on, once adjusted properly, being able to adjust the strap adds towards their comfort.

Slip on variations proceed to be quite in style. Buying a pair which is offered with non slip and sweat resistance can be a lifesaver. When you choose the proper shoe, an individual can spend your entire day feeling as if you're strolling on clouds. Right here s your special day. Hello Lindsay and Amy I actually hope you reply even toguhh it has been 2 years since you've got posted on here I'm so glad to have discovered this site. Males and in addition ladies who use formal footwear for a job might be spending prolonged days in their own boots or shoes, in case your footwear or boots are usually not comfy nowadays are going to appear even longer. If you can't rationalize the value of designer shoes, try designer low cost merchants or even shoe depots. Not many eons in the past it was tough to find comfy dress footwear, the higher leathers have been stiff, softened insoles have been unheard of and also the use of rubber primarily based soles had not started.

For ladies or gentlement who do wear costume shoes, in their strange lives, it will be significant that they actually are comfy costume shoes. This situation is discovered frequent to individuals who put on shoes than barefooted folks. Genetics can also be linked to this situation. An orthotic device was also developed to treat the situation. Now we have attempted to offer girls and men one or two issues to imagine about earlier than they buy their next set of, hopefully, comfy costume shoes. Studies show that girls are commonly affected because of sporting tight-fitting sneakers and narrow-toed shoes. Bunions are feet deformities that generally affect women. This in turn can lead to an individual having aching and swollen toes. If perhaps you ve ever had to endure a very long time in in poor health fitted footwear, an individual can now in all probability recognize why selecting the right wedding shoe is essential. When you decide relating to the gown, start trying to find marriage ceremony shoes.

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Bridal Design Startup: courtesy Entrepreneur

Startup Costs: $5,000 to $50,000

Privately arranged: Can be telecommuted

Foundations Available? No

Online Operation? Yes

Business Overview

What: Bridal Design and create marriage shape or wedding-day garments.

Purposes of intrigue: Start low upkeep and amass your business without making a monstrous wander; it's inventive and testing.

Challenges: Advise the woman of great importance and plan on fitting wedding garments tradition and decisions. Must be creative and energetic about form diagram and prepared to remain mindful of marriage examples.

The Market

Clients are couples searching for ordinary wedding-day dress or clients searching for marriage related wedding garments, for instance, single lady themed attire.

What You'll Need to Get Started

All that is really fundamental other than capacity and association in shape arrangement are a sewing machine, layout drafting table, cases and illustration making materials, a creator/supplier for materials, a phone and business cards.

To get thought:

• Attract business through advancements in the close-by Yellow Pages, in the overall population or wedding zone of your neighborhood paper and in phenomenal marriage supplements.

• Establish a relationship with neighborhood wedding-centered merchants - bloom sellers, picture takers, videographers, sustenance suppliers, motels and country clubs, baked good shops and cake decorators, diamond pros and craftsmen.

• Leave your flyers with all contacts and demand referrals.

Inquiries and answers With Designer Heidi Kolas

Entrepreneur.com chatted with wedding style originator Heidi Kolas about how she started her viable business, Rock Star Bride .

What may you recommend people do first in the occasion that they're involved with starting a wedding plan business? Turned out to be more familiar with the wedding business first. Notwithstanding whether as a woman of great importance, plan or complete outsider to the wedding business, I recommend doing research before jumping in. The wedding business is intriguing and stacked with information that you can simply learn by being a bit of it. Go to wedding sorting out events, visit industry destinations, interface with those authoritatively working in it, even visit a marriage expo and chat with both women and dealers. By doing this, you can choose how your plan thought can fill a market necessity for women and grooms.

How might you start? Rock Star Bride came to me after my own particular wedding. It's astoundingly well known for women to wear a planning hoodie/heave set while get ready for [the] gigantic day, much of the time highlighting "Imminent Mrs." or "Woman of great importance." However, I felt colossal quantities of these things didn't arrange my own particular character and style, and that was my "aha" minute. Demigod Bride was made as an edgier, more shape forward wedding apparel line; something that even looks like what the woman of great importance may starting at now have in her storeroom. When I had the hidden item offering made and set i up, started going to adjacent marriage shows and events to get before women and, I trusted, offer my line. As the enthusiastic response extended, I improved our site, [including its] shopping limits, and broadened the item advertising.

Do you think now is a not too bad time to start up a marriage attire business?My have maxim is, "No time like the present." The wedding business has not been safe to today's economy, disregarding its being declared as withdraw confirmation starting in the relatively recent past. In any case, in case you have a momentous thought or item offering, you should continue forward it before someone else does. Musings rise quickly in the wedding business! My proposal in this economy is to move step by step (however not progressively) and test musings before women, if you can, before going full scale. Women have no issue telling you whether they like something or not. Misuse this while settling your line.

What kind of individual does it take to do what you do? You should be set up to wear all tops, paying little respect to whether it's exhibiting, bargains, frame arrangement, web headway or sourcing and securing venders. If you don't know something, be set up to learn paying little respect to the likelihood that it's as of late the stray pieces. You moreover need a strong sentiment what you require and what your last things should take after. An outline line is your vision, and you'll be driving others in executing that vision. Without this, your line is not going to be dependable, and you'll leave your gathering and customers puzzled.

What kind of get ready and establishment are basic? I most definitely have a publicizing and advancing establishment, and a worship for creative ability and form. In any case, this shouldn't suggest that some individual from a store establishment can't dispatch a wedding style line. In case you have that conviction of a musing being productive, you'll make sense of how to fill in interchange openings. Constantly enroll people more splendid than you, they say. Find people who "get it" [and] what you're endeavoring to do . . . It's not hard to find these people, basically have an examination with them [about] what you're endeavoring to finish. You'll see the telling smile or begin in their eye in case they have to help you with your idea. Swear off working with people who don't get your idea - they won't be lively about helping you achieve your goal.

Would you say it's normal for those orchestrating their own specific wedding to start up a wedding-related business? I would express it's typical for past women and grooms to start wedding-related associations. It's oftentimes based from a woman of great importance or prep not finding a particular thing for his/her wedding or tolerating horrendous organization from a wedding dealer. I did this without any other person's assistance with Rock Star Bride . . . Additionally, the wedding business is agreeable! Go to a marriage show or wedding sorting out event, and it's a to a great degree social scene. Everyone is anxious to be there. Some individual is persistently going out martinis. Who wouldn't care to work in a fun industry reliably?

What measure of capital did it take for you to start your business? The main year, the fundamental capital for thing materials, creative organizations, advancing, web progression and events was generally $5,000.

How might you develop your expenses? Different parts went into choosing costs for Rock Star Bride. In any case, we investigated our adversaries' expenses to ensure we were equivalent. We looked we were advancing women versus what contenders had open. Was our thing adequately novel to legitimize a higher cost? Then again would we say we were keeping pace with them? Next, we reviewed near non-wedding things that women may buy for their own specific standard storerooms. What may they pay for an "average" screen-printed hoodie to wear all through the finish of the week? The expenses for Rock Star Bride are set to be like both sides. We don't place stock in raising the cost since it's wedding. Our expenses have remained totally solid since we started; in any case, we do send women shopping offers and refunds.

What are your end articulations of insight to would-wed shape originators? The wedding business appreciates innovativeness and new contemplations! The response and support are fundamentally expeditious. Regardless, make a point to secure your name and basic assets, as weddings are still a lucrative business. In like manner, it's OK to be a little vender in the wedding business. There are different small wedding associations, a similar number of can simply offer organizations in a particular geographical territory. So don't be hesitant to enter the wedding business since you won't be the best dealer or the item offering with the most significance. It's magnificently palatable to be pretty much nothing, forte and neighborhood.