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Sugar Daddy!Iwaizumi loves it when you throw tantrums!
He finds it all the most alluring, fueling the dominance within his veins. Whether it’s Every bit of attitude, pout, and sass you give him, he absorbs it, keeping careful count of each occurrence.
Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi finds such joy in your little tantrums, especially right now. He knows how you’ve been crushing on some new bag, he still remembers your presentation of the newly released collection you swiped through a few nights before. To keep his precious girl happy, he’s taken the day off just to court you himself.
But all that comes crashing down when the heel of your pearly white stilettos threatens to pierce through the glossy white floor of the boutique when he denies you of that purse you claim to need —oh so— much. He chuckles intently, guiding his pouty princess back out to the car with the driver waiting patiently.
He gives you a few minutes to calm down, soothing you with soft pecks along the crook of your neck. He knows exactly what gets your legs spreading and those curvy hips bucking in the air.
His girthy digits drift down to your panties, ripping the gossamer material to the side. Iwaizumi toys with your clit for a while, sighing at how easily the tender bud slips against his calloused pads. It’s satisfying to both of you, giving birth to the arousal brewing at the pit of your belly.
“You must hate me, I know, I know. But y’re makin’ such a mess you’re making on my fingers, baby. So fucking cute,” he grins, teasing the slit of your cunt with pulsing fingers. Just when you prepare yourself mentally for the delicious stretch, an abrupt jab of pain distracts you—the fresh sting of Iwaizumi’s thick fingers crashing against your clit.
“Hajime, wait!” His name comes flying from your gaping mouth. Your eyes peer down at Iwaizumi’s hand reeling back to land another slap. But there’s a certain detail that makes this little session of punishment even worse.
What makes it worse is how Iwaizumi’s display of dominance turns you on and the proof decorates his calloused hand. It’s disgusting how the flat of his palm glimmers in your slick—almost like the gems from the handbag you wanted so badly.
Before you could even think, Iwaizumi laid his lips along your ear, his warm breath nipping at the flustered shell. He had a message for you and he thinks that this time, you’ll get it loud and clear.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me in public like that again, or else I’ll fuck the reminder into that thick skull of yours.”
Sugar Daddy!Kuroo loves it when you call his name!
He swears it fills his stomach with those innocent butterflies, hearing his bubbly muse coo his name. It’s a cute purr, flows right off your tongue, and ends in a smile that could make Kuroo empty out his bank account right at that moment. He likes to play dumb sometimes, claiming his hearing fades in and out from time to time. Yet, Kuroo always stands tall and giddy with perked ears, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
Kuroo especially loves when you call out to him in grace for his services, ranging in a multitude of forms. His favorite one, of course, is when your orgasm hinges at the tips of your freshly manicured toes, the nerves prickling at the surface of your supple skin.
With his cock buried so deep inside your—his—cunt, it drags along your walls with such intensity. But Kuroo doesn’t dare to increase the pace, his hips lagging behind a languid drive. Not as it matters, even without using a pummeling force, Kuroo still manages to have your body on edge.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Angelface? Use your words, what do you want from me?” He’ll tease, using those thick fingers of his to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing out a wet pucker from your drooling lips. It’s all just overwhelming, the heat of the room, his hunkering frame shadowing above your own.
Your hands claw at his forearm, proving his resolve to be stronger than your own. It wasn’t your fault, it was Kuroo’s stubborn ego, acting as the driving effort to see that his needs are met. Kuroo lays a trail of pecks up to your neck, lingering along your jawline and ending at your cheek, each one dressed with apathy.
His words are just teasing, the only solace being his hitching pants warming the shell of your ear as he spoke smugly.
“Say it with me now, Te-tsu-rou…c’mon Baby, say it for Daddy. Tell me just how you wanna cum all over my cock.”
Sugar Daddy! Oikawa loves it when you send him pictures!
It’s a boost of confidence, sending the man photos whenever you decide to frilly yourself up for the day. Even if it’s just running to the store, Oikawa wants it all.
He loves to have a collection of his precious baby looking her best, making up for all the times he couldn’t join you. Whether he’s away for work or tucked up inside a stuffy hotel room, he’s swiping through his file of photos reserved just for you and that gorgeous smile. Yet when it’s the ungodly hours of the night, he’s upping his game from pictures to full-blown videos, even video calls to please his fancy.
Each one of these calls consists of you dollied up and dressed in his favorite set of lingerie. And with what he likes, it barely leaves anything to his imagination. To have those sheer panties hanging around your waist, just for the inner seam to leave you crotchless. What's better than getting straight to the chase?
That’s what he likes and that’s what has your phone propped against the headboard, giving his heavy tourmaline hues the scene of you desperately rutting into his pillow on the bed. The satin pillowcase dragged along your clit, taunting the sensitive bud with its smooth material.
Your inner thighs scrape along the plush fabric, your hips rocking into the cotton. Keeping a constant pace is key to your impending high, the soft moans flowing from your mouth like a crystal clear stream of the purest water. Oikawa had his sights pinned on you, watching your desperate search for a climax unfold before him.
“Feels good, right Princess?” He’ll ask with a heavy chest, Oikawa wincing at how rough the palm of his hand was. It was nothing like your touch, the plush skin of your digits that would struggle to hold his length.
He was struck by an off sense of nostalgia, memories of his salacious youth being re-lived with each uncaring stroke of his fist. Just to even come close to your touch, Oikawa removed bits of his barreling strength, the pad of his thumb swiping at the blushing head of his dribbling cock. He bit his lip greedily, his ears piqued for your reply.
You hum in response, clutching the puffy mass in your fist. It did feel nice, working yourself into an orgasm underneath Oikawa’s watchful eye. Knowing that he’s on the other side, stroking that fat cock of his with his rough hands, and wishing he had your sputtering pussy instead is all the motivation you need.
“I-I’m so close, wanna cum with you, ‘Ru,” you mew out, increasing your mere nudges to erratic bucks of desire. Oikawa could only growl in return, the frustration of his inadequate touch pitting him against time. Tossing his head back, the apple of his throat bobs at his staggering pace. At the final moments of his stability, Oikawa groaned out his final request of the night, something you couldn’t attempt to defy.
“Cum for me, Pretty. You better make a fucking mess for me to come back to, got it?”
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Kristie had been going to "GGLAM By Polly" for a few weeks. Normally a high end salon wouldn't be her thing. But after "Paula's Cuts" shut down and was replaced by this Barbie-like boutique, her choices were limited. Of course, it also helped the the bubbly and beautiful Polly 'grandmothered' in all of Paula's old clients, offering the old prices for whatever their old styling used to be.
Of course, Polly was always pushing for this or that. Telling her client that she'd look cute with extensions. How she should totally go blonde. That thick and curvy waves with a full body were sooooo in right now. Kristie would always decline the over-enthusiastic bimbo, who to her credit would always drop the subject and do something simple. Kristie did appreciate that her stylist always listened and obeyed her...or maybe the ditz just forgot she offered a total makeover just a few minutes before.
"You're hair is soooo soft and shiny and pretty! Do you trust me?"
Honestly, she did. Polly was exciteable but never did anything Kristie didn't want. So whether it was the stylist's adorable eagerness, the endless happy salon music, or an inner curiosity wearing her down, she relented and consented.
With a squeal of excitement, Polly got to work. Blowing. Teasing. Fluffing. It felt like forever and Kristie almost dozed off as the bubbly beautician tried something new and exciting. When the makeover artist's long acrylic nails tapped on her shoulder, Kristie stared at the mirror in a daze.
"You're such a good girl letting me give your hair a makeover! Do you like it?" Polly asked hopefully.
Kristie nodded. It was...pretty. Sexy almost, but not too over the top. She liked it. Somehow, for some reason, she wished Polly had gone further.
"OMG your face is flawless! You're, like, a literal Barbie!"
Kristie blushed, even if her face didn't show it under all that foundation. Polly's compliments were what convinced her to do more this time. Sure, her hair was kept simple, just washed in a special silicone enriching bath that Polly kept gushing about. But this was the first time Kristie had agreed to pay for the 'Pretty Girl Package'.
The results were stunning. The pink lipstick, the pink top, the little sparkly earrings all made her mind sparkle. She couldn't help but giggle with giddiness alongside her stylist, especially after Polly told her that the package meant she could take all the products home for free.
"Look at you Krissy! Ur, like, a living advertisement for GGLAM! An adorable doll on display!"
As Kristie posed, she processed the words. Her new blonder and curlier hair. Even her somehow curvier form that fit that new dress juuuuuuust right. For a moment she tried to think about it, whether the change was too much. But Polly played that catchy little jingle from the salon as she snapped some photos and Krissy forgot what she was worried about.
There was nothing to worry about! All she had to do was let Polly make her pretty. Wear the cute clothes. Be a GGLAM model. It was soooo easy and soooo nice to let someone doll her up and dress her so sexy. It's like Polly was always saying - Good Girls Love A Makeover!
"Yesssss Krissy! Look at my little blonde angel! You're shining like a diamond...or like, a Krystal!"
Krissy felt amazing. After weeks of makeovers, special supplements, enriching hair treatments she finally went blonde. 'Bimbo blonde' as Polly called it. They left a bit of Krissy's dark roots as a reminder of her old self...but, like, Krissy could barely remember what she looked like before she started working with Polly.
But Krissy didn't worry. Or think. She just did what she was told. Sat obediently in the chair. Gave a smile for the camera. Did a little twirl on command. Polly knew best. Krissy trusted Polly. Krissy would be GGLAM's good girl model.
"Krystal you've been, like, an uh-may-zing client! I've sooooo loved helping you become the super pink girly girl bimbo you told me you were on the inside!"
Krystal just posed and pouted prettily. She, like, didn't 'member telling Polly that she wanted to be a bimbo. Or even looking like such a girly girl before. But, like, Polly must've known. She always knew what was best!
Now Krystal looked her best. She was a bit sad Polly said that after her latest pink makeover her 'Good Girl Package' was done. But quickly happiness took over as her cotton candy pink brain saw her candy pink new hair and yummy new body. As pink and pretty on the outside as she was on the outside, with a hawt new bod to match her mind.
"Hiiiii this is GGLAM by Polly, 'cuz Good Girls Love A Makeover! I'm Krystal...how can I, like, help make you beautiful?"
She stared blankly at the mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair and admiring her makeup. Her simple little mind couldn't memorize much beyond that silly short intro line, but luckily Polly had a 'lil repetitive tape that helped drill the greeting into her head. GGLAM's new reception needed to make a good first impression!
After month going to GGLAM, Krystal always made a good first impression. Especially after Polly plumped up her lips even more. It was sooooo worth it quitting her old job. Not only did she, like, get to hang out at the salon allllll day, but Polly gave her comp...complimen...like, free makeovers for working there! It was totes the best deal ever!
She was a total GGLAM girl now. But as she talked the next client...she hoped she wouldn't be the last. Good girls love a makeover...and bimbos need besties...
TS2: Platinum Aspiration's 4to2 Satterly Jane Dress conversion for MaxisAF, Athletic Girl, Amazonian, 34De-36, Classic Pinup, FitChick, RIO, Sassy Curvy and Sussi bodyshapes
Greetings and salutations! Here are a multitude of bodyshapes wearing Platinum Aspiration's 4to2 Satterly Jane Dress, with Gloria(ankle strap) wedge, Glorianna wedge and Ingrid boot footwear choices. I also had some footwear choice dilemma but decided to go this route. The picture represents all the bodyshapes(left to right) and each bodyshape has all the outfits and the footwear options have separate folders. The bodyshapes are Adult Female(Maxis), Athletic Girl, Amazonian, Classic Pinup, 34De-36(finally created a non-exploding WSO), FitChick, RIO, Sassy Curvy and Sussi. Each is separated so you can pick your preferences. Bodyshape credits go to Maxis, Marvine, Ocelotekatl, Poppeboy, Warlokk, Julie J and SussiSoGood and all meshes include curvy/curvier and preg morphs. Textures(14) are the same as the originals. Wedge credit goes to DallasGirl79(Imaginary Boutique 4to2 conversion) and boot credit goes Sentate(OGSnarf 4to2 conversion). Special thanks to Ocelotekatl(Blue Heaven Sims)for the WSO tutorial. If there are issues/I did not give proper credit, let me know. Enjoy!
I'm so glad to find a black woman writing for Lloyd 😭thank you for your service ma'am!!
How would you think Lloyd would react to his lady matching his outfits? Like, maybe he doesn't know she's matching until they see each other later in the day, but when he does, he's all....ohh yeeeah
Once again, thank you for your work and your brain! 💕💜🌟
I am so glad to be able to get out these little stories and headcanons (and trust me, I love making headcanons, so send me prompts pls)
~thank you for the ask nonnie!!! headcanon under the cut~
warnings: daddy kink, domestic!lloyd sorta, a mini dive into lloyd's closet, written with black curvy woman in mind
there are many words you can use to describe lloyd hansen
sociopathic
methodical
drop-dead gorgeous
but of all the things you enjoy about your man, your favorite has to be his wardrobe
i mean, the man has enough outfits to open a boutique
and his closet is color coordinated, of course
and you have to give it to him, he can dress well, perfectly polished and everything fits him like a glove
that tight little ass of his is always on display in those tight pastel or khaki pants he wears
the first time you decide to wear something to match him is when he puts on that yellow, grey, and white striped polo that you hated on the hanger but that looks so good on him that you wanted to sink to your knees and greyish tan straight-leg chinos
and he looked so fucking good when he left the house this morning and you were salivating like the thirsty hussy you are
you get dressed in a yellow ribbed cotton button-down spaghetti strap dress and it fits over your curves like a second skin
you go about your business of running errands and by the time you come home, lloyd is on the couch again enjoying a lowball of D'USSÉ XO with his feet up on the table in those god awful mocassins that you wish he would get rid of for a sexier shoe but whatever
you drop your new bags of clothing and come over to straddle Daddy's lap, adjusting your dress so that the opening of buttons is right at your apex
he lets his hands roam over you until they settle at your hips
"don't you look pretty today, sunshine...love this color against your skin"
"thank you daddy"
the second time you are matching him gets his attention
he is wearing this slutty little mock turtleneck and some beige slacks and he looks delectable, the top is so tight across his pecs that you wanna put your face in between his tits and
he calls and wants you to meet him for lunch and you have the perfect outfit to match him
a black bodycon dress with an opening in the back that is only held together with a flimsy little string with a small string of pearls around your neck
walking up to the restaurant after being helped out of the car by your driver, you see daddy looking over the menu with his brows furrowed, searching for what he craves until his head pops up at the sound of your heels clacking
"hey daddy, how was work?" you say, kissing his lips before taking a seat across from him
"work was murder, as always, sunshine. but enough about work, look at you! lookin' good enough to eat, pretty girl"
"thank you daddy"
while you look over the menu, you can see lloyd in your peripheral vision looking past his menu at your relaxed posture
"they don't have what i want on the menu"
"what did you want daddy?" you close your menu, expecting him to suggest a different restaurant
"you"
the look in his eyes has you shook, hungry eyes with pupils blown stare back at you
i guess he likes the dress
the third time you dress like him, he gets the hint
especially when it is a little obvious when you watch him do his morning routine
showering, shaving, moisturizing, hair...and that his routine
he chooses a patterned navy and white polo and dark blue pants and you pull out a shiny blue dress that is about knee-length with frilly accents and off-the-shoulder sleeves
you dress while he does and he watches you with amusement as he puts on his watch
his eyes are on you while his hands are in his pockets, you are pulling on your heels and looking up at him
"what?"
"so how long have you been matching everything i wear, sunshine"
you just smile and finish up the buckle on your shoe
"i have no idea what you're talking about, daddy"
he just chuckles and kisses your neck and exits the bedroom
you follow him out and put your hand in his
he pulls your joined hands to his lips and lays a kiss on your ring finger where a large diamond sits sparkling in the light of the sun through the windows
you beam with pride, knowing you made the big mean scary lloyd hansen into a somewhat domestic daddy...
Gets set up on a date with a nice girl who works for a bridal boutique as a consultant/model for the store (a little curvy and cute) who got out of a bad relationship
“I don’t wanna be set up with Captain Cockpit.”
“I’m telling him you said that.”
“Hey, darlin’, I’m Captain Cockpit.”
He’s flirty and fun, she’s adorable and a little grumpy
[Dislikes] Ruining her collections, messing with her dress, ugly things, gossiping about her life, boredoms, summer, sweating, being treated as a slave, being mocked, being prejudiced
[Talents] Fashion designing, jewellery making, playing violin and cello, doll customization
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Appearance
Mariah has a fair skin and a long snow-white hair curvy way on her back with a braid on the side of her forehead. She has a pair of purple eyes resemble to the amethyst.
She often appears with a blank aura and cold expression that may scare people away. But, when she smile, it looks like a rare jewel shine brightly through the hall.
She oftens wear casual dresses and clothes.
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Personality
Calm and distant, Mariah is a woman of intellectual. She memorize all spells and its abilities, and calculative in every one of her moves.
As a child, Mariah was positive, outspoken, and optimistic.
However, when she grew up, due to family restrictions, she developed insecurities about society and slowly suffered from depression, afraid to share her truth, leaving her empty inside and yearning for something to fill in the blanks of her memory and heart. She believed no one is on par with her, and as such, no one can care her.
Though being restrictive, Mariah frequently being arrogant and rebellious against their rules.
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Background
Mariah was born in the Land of Amethyst, the country area of the Queendom of Quartz. Her father was a magician and her mother was a fashion designer alongside her family. She have two younger siblings, Toma and Tamara.
Originally her life was full of joy, but when she grew up, she found that her life had become boring because her family continued to restrict her life, preferences, words and deeds. Although she controlled herself, she was punished by her family for her rebellion and bad behavior. Therefore, she collects jewelry every day to clear boredom and to block out the past. But they are still etched in her head.
One day the ebony carriage arrived at the doorstep of her house and sent her to Night Raven College.
When she was sorted to the Ramshackle dorm, due to her identity unmatched to any dorm by the identification of dark mirror, Mariah met her new roommates, Kimiko, Augustine, Delilah, as well as Grim.
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Etymology
Mariah - A girl's name of Latin origin, meaning “The Lord is my teacher.” From the Latin Maria and the Hebrew Moriah, this heavenly variation is a modern take inspired by the strong feminine biblical figure.
Amathyst - the word of "Amethyst", a precious stone consisting of a violet or purple variety of quartz.
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Unique Magic
"Villainess' Punishment"
The ability to kill opponents with one touch has lost its magic along with the rest. The soul of her collected opponent would transform into a white butterfly and keep in her hand.
This magic is not so much a "sin" as a "punishment". She only used it once because using it twice would have been life-threatening.
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Trivia
Mariah was inspired by "Oh My God" from (G)-idle, also her appearance, personality and magic take a loosely based on Tatsuhiko Shibusawa and Fyodor Dostoevsky from BSD Dead Apple.
Mariah mentioned that she had gone to the doctor. He told her parents that she suffered from depression, but they didn't believe the doctor and thought Mariah was just rebelling against what they said. At that moment, she getting melancholy but pretend to be strong.
She has a pet mouse named, Dimitri, that found at the window of her room during the blizzard winter. He is a cute and chubby brown mouse, likes to build a nest Mariah's hair when Mariah was asleep. She constantly cautious with him for running around the house and keep him distance from her family who are abhorrent to rodents.
During her teenage year, Mariah had an albino dragon named, Andros. He was a bubbly and loyalty to Mariah. It was given by her grandfather. However, when her father had discovered, Andros was sent to Dragon Empire without Mariah's permission.
This moment was the only one she remembered vividly. She mentioned that when she found out, she angrily asked her father. He explains that he and his family, expect her grandfather, protects Maria's life and doesn't want her to become a bad girl.
Due to her family's restrictions, Mariah absolutely hate people who torture her to do, such as Vil.
In fact, Mariah and Delilah were classmates in high school and there was a year age difference between them. Their relationship have a few close, though Mariah, as the senior, tends to worry for her.
As for her preference on crystal, Mariah has a collection room at her room. It is a secret place that she kept from her family and friends.
Regarding her future partner, Maria hopes to have someone who can patiently listen to her depressed words, support her choices and decisions, comfort her feelings.
love when it comes without a warning, cause waiting for it gets so boring
hi babes, below the read more are details about my quote unquote reformed (but not really) mean girl Isabella Ferreira. but here's a quick tl;dr: she's 28 years old, immigrated from brazil to canada when she was 15. she currently co-owns an inclusive clothing store in downtown vancouver called for every rose and is a content creator on social media with almost one million followers. I hope there's an isabella shaped spot in your muse's life for her! I'd love to play out some y2k tropes! x
Tattoos: a fineline bee at her underwear line, "to build a home" beneath her breast
BIOGRAPHY
Trigger warnings: absent parents, bullying, mommy and daddy issues
1994
Isabella Rosa Ferreira was born in a hurry. Her impatience was born along with her. She was born two months too early. Far too eager for life was this little baby in the NICU. Her parents were beside themselves. They were so young and now they were dealing with a premature babe in Porto Alegre, Brazil in the nineties.
Her family had little income, but growing up she didn’t see it that way at all. She had the surface human essentials. Food in her belly, and a roof over her head. Her imagination had tried to fill in all the gaps. Though as much as she tried, her mind couldn’t create genuine love to come from her parents. Her father was constantly working and could only spare her some attention between coming home from work and arguing with her mother.
2008
Her mother, on the other hand was overbearing. She had given Isabella too much attention and criticized every single thing the little girl did. This criticism grew far worse after the family had immigrated to Canada for a better life. The pressure and judgement that Isabella received at home had handled her a gavel. She in turn had began to believe that she too could pass judgement on someone's life. Things just had to go her way when she wasn't home in order for her to survive. She was a certified mean girl in high school with a sharp tongue and a perfect scowl. But she worked so hard to be perfect and successful in everything she did. That way there wasn't anything anyone could pick on, especially her mother.
2022
It was her drive that had gotten her where she is today. Isabella is currently a co-owner of an inclusive boutique in downtown Vancouver. It's inclusive because every clothing item is made with every human in mind. The clothes are not only unisex but have sizes based on measurements and not by a superficial size.
friends
Isabella's mind is never turned off. She rants her ideas and screams her frustrations. She knows how to gain the spotlight and keep people engaged with her. But there are some people in her life that she could just be calmer and quiet with. They know who they are, because if she's ever quiet around you it's because she feels safe.
love
Bella had only ever been in love once and it was back in high school.
(wanted connection)
EXTRAS
character parallels: love quinn (you), brooke davis (one tree hill), blair waldorf (gossip girl)
wanted plantonic plots: frenemies or friends that act like a married couple wanted romantic plots: fake dating, unrequited love, highschool sweethearts
enemies: people she bullied in high school that are now out to get her
TS2: Platinum Aspiration's 4to2 Sentate Kate SkirtSuit conversion for MaxisAF, Athletic Girl, Amazonian, Classic Pinup, FitChick, RIO and Sussi bodyshapes
Greetings and salutations! I finally finished the last outfit. Here are a multitude of bodyshapes wearing Platinum Aspiration's 4to2 Sentate Kate SkirtSuit and rocking Carcere block heels. The picture represents all the bodyshapes(left to right) and each has all 25 textures. The bodyshapes are Adult Female(Maxis), Athletic Girl, Amazonian, Classic Pinup, FitChick, RIO and Sussi. Bodyshape credits go to Maxis, Marvine, Ocelotekatl, Poppeboy, Warlokk and SussiSoGood and all meshes include curvy/curvier and preg morphs. Footwear credit goes to DallasGirl79 and Imaginary Boutique for the conversion. Special thanks to Ocelotekatl(Blue Heaven Sims)for the WSO tutorial. If there are issues/I did not give proper credit, let me know. Enjoy!
Retail therapy acts as a kind of stress reliever for all the women out there. However, those who are on the heavier side find this experience quite harrowing. More often than not, curvy girls never get clothes as per their size. Shopping makes them nervous as well as underconfident. The unsolicited advice and taunting of neighbours, relatives, friends and society make them extremely stressed and hurtful. Now, imagine how much difficult it gets for a plus-sized bride to explore bridal shops in search of that one gown that fits them well.
But fret not! Times have changed, and bridal fashion designers are coming up with more options for curvy brides. This blog helps you to get the dreamiest of wedding dresses in Beverly Hills using some clever hacks and tips. Scroll down to know the details!
Keep your wedding entourage small and private: Bring along your closest people to your wedding shopping trials. Your mother, sister and besties will never hurt you or judge you for your body size. In fact, they will guide you with the right choice and hype you up throughout the process. There is no need to bring aunts, neighbours and extended relatives who tend to bring your confidence down by making you feel vulnerable.
Wear fitting and comfortable underwear: Do not forget to wear the right undergarments that can uplift your boost by making you sexy and beautiful. Also, they will help you visualize yourself in the wedding gowns in Beverly Hills the exact way you wish to see yourself on D-day. You should carry your favourite lacy thongs, high-waisted Spanx etc., to any bridal shop in LA.
Do not postpone your bridal gown shopping till the last moment: If you are postponing your bridal gown shopping till the last month, then you are doing it wrong, darling! There is absolutely no use in waiting to lose those extra inches to fit into your dream wedding gown in Beverly Hills. If you keep waiting till the last moment, you will be left with limited bridal gowns in Los Angeles. And no one wishes to choose from mere a handful of options, right?
Visit only those Los Angeles wedding dress shops that offer you multiple size options: Do your research, make calls, talk to bridal fashion consultants and zero down upon bridal stores in Los Angeles that offer size-inclusive samples. There is no use in visiting any bridal shop in Beverly Hills only to find out that they do not have enough size options for plus-sized brides. There are so many renowned bridal stores in Los Angeles, such as Winnie Couture, which offer multiple size options for both plus-sized and skinny brides-to-be.
In a nutshell
Try these hacks, and a few years down the lane, you will remember your wedding shopping experience with a smile on your face. And if you are still doubtful, then you can book your appointment with Winnie Couture. It is one of the most luxe and premium wedding fashion boutiques in Los Angeles that offers endless options when it comes to bridal gowns in Los Angeles.
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Sami Sabbadini è un brand esclusivamente made in Italy, specializzato in gonne per donne e bambine. Offre una linea pret-a-porter con tessuti personalizzati e una linea su misura per eventi speciali, inclusi modelli per taglie curvy. La collezione è visionabile a Milano su appuntamento.
Sami Sabbadini is an exclusive Italian brand specializing in skirts for women and girls. The brand stands out for its unique designs, high-quality fabrics, and personalized luxury experience. With a focus on elegance and attention to detail, Sami Sabbadini offers a range of skirts suitable for various occasions, from casual gatherings to exclusive events.
The lecture halls become a battleground of ideas, where discussions on media ethics, representation, and the responsibility of content creators fuel the fire of my social justice endeavors. Each class becomes an opportunity to challenge the status quo, to question narratives that perpetuate injustice, and to seek out voices that need amplification.
The threads of academia and activism intertwine as I delve into research projects exploring media's impact on marginalized communities. From the role of social media in activism to the portrayal of diversity in mainstream media, my academic pursuits become a tool for deconstructing and reconstructing narratives.
My background speaks a lot about me– I'm a young female immigrant from Vietnam to Canada for academic pursuits. I had spent all my adolescence witnessing inequality and environmental constraints as a citizen of a third-world country. Driven by a profound desire to delve into social justice, I have always longed to get a minor or at least some certificate in the field.
The decision to leave the familiar behind and traverse oceans and continents was daunting and liberating. It was an odyssey to seek knowledge, to break the shackles of limitations, and to breathe life into my dreams of becoming an activist. Vancouver became the canvas where my aspirations would be painted with the vibrant hues of academia and advocacy.
While Vancouver may not be universally hailed as a shopping haven, for me, it's a paradise of possibilities. The cityscape transforms into a runway, with boutiques and malls offering a kaleidoscope of choices that cater to diverse tastes. As a young female teen navigating the corridors of identity, shopping becomes a canvas on which I paint the hues of self-expression. Such brands like Aritzia, which can only be found in Canada, offer a diversity of sizing, perfect for a curvy girl like me, something that I could never find in Vietnam.
As the doors of Aritzia swing open, each garment becomes a chapter in the story I tell through my fashion choices. Selecting an outfit becomes a ritual—a way to express my identity, celebrate my femininity, and embrace the confidence that emanates from wearing pieces that resonate with my soul.
With its diverse fashion landscape, Vancouver provides the backdrop for my style evolution. From Gastown's chic streets to Yaletown's upscale boutiques, each neighborhood becomes a treasure trove of fashion possibilities. It's not just about purchasing; it's about curating a collection that narrates the chapters of my life.
In the kaleidoscope of my identity, the next chapter unfolds with the gentle dance of contradictions. As a wannabe activist, I navigate the realms of sociology and social justice. Yet, here I am—a fashionista reveling in the joy of diverse outfits, walking a path where the love for fashion seems to contradict the mindset of an activist. In this harmonious contrast, both aspects converge, forming the tapestry of my happiness.
As the chapter concludes, the narrative of duality continues to weave through the tapestry of my story. Join me in the next installment, where the journey of embracing contradictions unfolds further, and the threads of identity intertwine unexpectedly. 🌈👠📚
Last year, I was hunting for a job with better pay. In a random "might as well" moment, I submitted my resume at a local, independently owned clothing boutique. It wasn't optimal, but might be a small step up until I found The Dream Job. Surprisingly, I got called in for an interview!
During the chat with the owner, she asked me countless questions about my background in fashion and experience with making my own clothes. I thought this odd, since the boutique sells clothing brought in from LA—nothing there is handmade. Nevertheless, I described to her the types of clothing I have made before. After about 15 minutes, I was sent on my way. Would my years of customer service and sales experience get me the job? The answer was prompt. That evening, they called to let me know they were "moving forward with other candidates".
I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Honestly, it put a dent in my confidence about the skills on my resume. With my degree, experience, and flawless track record of work ethic, I should be able to get an entry level job anywhere, right? Especially in rural podunk town. Right??? Questions swirled in my mind for weeks after that. Is my college degree worth nothing? Do I look like someone who isn't even good enough to deliver pizza? With no reason given as to why they rejected me, my imagination was free to attack my self confidence with all sorts of made-up explanations.
Then one day out of boredom and curiosity, I followed that boutique on social media. In their latest post, their sales girls were modeling their new fall items in true Christian Girl Autumn style, tossing their ballayage hair.
A month later, a video showed the sales girls strutting down a brick-lined back alley in puffy winter coats and knee-high boots, Instagram airbrush makeup impervious to the snowfall.
In April, they started advertising their summer vacation outfits, the sales girls smashing cowboy hats down on their Beachy Waves while kicking up their matching cowboy ankle boots. (Gag)
I realized that I didn't get hired because my resume was lacking or my customer service was any less than top notch. It's most likely that I didn't get hired because I am not curvy, blond, makeup-caked, Instagram-trendy, basic "GOALZ". What they wanted was basic white girl models who would say "GURRL SLAYYY" to customers exiting the fitting rooms and could be trained to use a cash register. (But they can't come out and say that obviously, because equal opportunity laws.) They know that nothing would appeal to their basic white girl customers like other basic white girls. That's how cookie cutters and clones are—they all drool over each other as "GOALS" to a point where they all end up looking identical. Also, the boutique didn't actually want someone who could make clothes. I could be misjudging, but the girls working there look like they can't sew a stitch and are too hung up on fast fashion to ever be interested in learning.
I had to remind myself that, from the start, this wasn't a job to be taken too seriously. Going into it, I had only considered it as a stepping stone job. I chided myself for letting the rejection get to me like it did.
Don't get me wrong, this isn't a rant to play victim and get people to feel sorry for me. I wanted to share one of my personal experiences in job hunting to help other non-basic girls be aware of unspoken standards that exist at some businesses. Don't let them shake your confidence in yourself and your skills. If they adhere so closely to cookie cutter Instagram girl protocols, then you are better off not working there. Go find a job somewhere that will appreciate and exercise your skills and talent.
Maybe it's just me, but I would rather be valued for what I am capable of accomplishing than how closely I match the basic white girl mold.