#and then there's that torso belt thing that i can't pin a colour on but im seeing hints of the TEAL that mk's vest has.

[liliavalley]

this outfit thing is pissing me off actually

[dothewrite]

Your suit hcs just killed everyone, so I was thinking.... what if you made formal wear hcs for the girls? Would that be possible? My gay ass is thirsty. Completely okay if you don't want to, though, or if you just can't imagine it. Just an idea. :)

Ladies clothing is a whoooole new can of worms. May you quench your thirst. ;D

Original Suit Headcanons here, part 2 and 3 respectively.

Kiyoko. [Elie Saab]

Long, plum velvet that falls to slightly below her ankles. The dress is a long, thigh high split dress with a staggering deep-v neckline that resembles two pieces of fabric falling forwards and being belted around her slim waist with an elegant twist of the cloth. Splits both below and above, this dress is reminiscent of a toga-style, bare backed and embellished with large crystal brooches the shape of bird feathers and other sequins and diamonds clustered around her left shoulder and her right hip. A pair of bare, strappy metallic sandals of around four inches complete her look.

This look is all Kiyoko. Her style, her choice and her favourite colour, this dress, although baring a lot, covers without fear any part that isn’t commonly seen. It glides around her like waves due to the reflectiveness of dark velvet, and the cutting wraps around her making her as slim and mysterious as willow.

By far, this isn’t the only thing she thought of wearing. Because of her milky skin and slim figure, she can almost wear anything at all and bring it to its potential.

However, for an evening affair and among such close friends, she chose fashion and elegance over making a statement or being too eye-catching. Perfect for her personality.

Her black hair is left in waves behind her back. Slightly curled and not too long, they cascade past her shoulders and swirl around the base of her neck, adding to her striking profile.

Truth be told, she rather dislikes having her hair up. With her jet black hair and stern expression, people usually assume that she’d wear something austere, but she much prefers to let loose.

There is minimal product in her hair, except for the heat curling and a setting spray. It looks far too shiny for anything else to tamper with the smoothness of her hair tonight.

She doesn’t touch the dance floor at all, despite being asked multiple times by multiple men, she declines them all politely. Preferring to spend time with her team and catch up with other managers that she’s become friends with, she nurses a single martini for the whole evening and enjoys the relatively relaxing mood of the jazz band.

Saeko. [Balmain]

One piece of cloth becoming the whole dress, this gown is a long reaching cloak that touches the floor and only held together with several hidden buttons around the waist and covered with an elegant knot. This dress is a bright magenta, a touch on the darker side, and the sleeves flare out like a kimono to mid-lower arm. The bottom being naturally wide open up till thigh level, the front also dips down almost to waist level with lapels much wider than, but similar to, a suit. The lapels are connected above to soft, dark brown leather shoulder pads that are slim and embroidered into the natural fabric itself. The accompanying shoes are a strappy stiletto with a crimson base, orange toe, and a turquoise ankle strap.

A vision of feminine empowerment, this is a statement piece through and through. The wide contrast of colours across her feet and the large splash of red that is dark enough to be elegant, yet bright enough to spark gossip, this is a dress best worn with her hands on her hips and a proud expression.

No other accessories accompany this look, except for Saeko’s confident smirk and cheerful grin that brightens up the shock-factor of her outfit.

It fits her completely, from her personality to her fashion forward choices (never shying from the risque), she blossoms underneath everyone’s slack-jawed stare of admiration.

Her hair colour is the finishing touch to her look. Bright, blonde and short, not only does this elevate a simple piece of fabric from ‘simple’ to ‘modern’, it shortens the line of sight so people focus on her torso and legs, rather than the stretch of her neck.

Like Kiyoko, there is little adjustment to her hair. No products whatsoever other than a shower and a blow-dry to make it stick straight and framing her face with a natural ease.

Honestly, she’s never worn something like this before in her life. Usually she goes for the edgy, yet practical look with a mix and match of clothing items, but once she caught sight of this in a store, there was no going back.

She’s also definitely going to be drunk by the end of the party. Going through every drink that all the men flocking around her hands her, she’s a good sport to give everyone a quick chat and dance, and Ryu has to drag her home by the end- not because she’s too drunk to walk, but because her feet hurt too much.

Yachi. [Valentino]

In a modern twist of a twenties look, this creamy dress is slim and straight, although not figure hugging, this dress leaves very little room for error. Falling into a very deep v-neck, almost down to her abdomen, this sleeveless dress falls straight down with silver and gold embroidery in petal-shapes, more frequently above the waist and tapering down into looser knit patterns lower down. Highlighted with small crystals, the dress falls past her feet, and is covered with a soft, transparent fabric that puffs up around her like a second dress, like a wedding veil over her body. Beginning from her neck, this fabric circles her wrists like balloon sleeves and drapes downwards like a light curtain. This look is completed with nude strappy stilettos with a wooden platform.

Yachi was never going to go for anything excessively bright, and this dress has enough lightness yet softness that doesn’t outshine her. A mixture of cream and light nude, it gives her an impression of effortless beauty that highlights her own face and figure rather than a physical representation of her personality.

Luckily, this does fit her nature, and with each movement the shimmering waves of her dress makes her look all the more otherworldly.

It also makes her far taller than she actually is, but nobody needs to know that.

Her hair is curled into a gentle, loose bun behind her hair, with wisps and the sides falling in front in light curls that frame her face. It doesn’t make it slimmer, but it makes it fuller and richer, and a dress like this doesn’t deserve to be covered by long hair, no matter how blonde.

It’s deceptively soft, actually. She’d never admit to how much hairspray and how much help she needed to make it stay, and by the time she’s done, she’s sweated so much that she had to do her makeup all over again.

This outfit in fact, does more than just match her- it brings her to life. This is nothing like what she would wear normally (this is her only formal dress, even though her mother had been encouraging her to keep buying more), because she doesn’t believe that she’d match up to anything fancy, but this gives her a surprising amount of courage.

This makes her grown up, she feels comfortable in her skin for once, and she’s not afraid to show off the way she walks or the way her head tilts, in contrast to her usual anxiousness. This is the first time she feels utterly powerful and in control of herself, despite the gentle picture she paints.

She’s definitely asked on endless amounts of dances (all which they discover she’s actually pretty terrible at, but she smiles so sheepishly that one can’t help but forgive her), and she has to be physically rescued by Hinata from all the guys asking for some of her time.

Natsu. [Hiromi Asai]

This outfit is indeed tailored for her vibrant hair. Wearing a kimono, this is made of dark navy fabric in one single swath, detailed embroidery of browns, pale lilacs, gold and white carefully placed on her left shoulder and tangling around the right folds of her kimono past her waist. There is a splattering of lighter decoration throughout the dress, and in the slight left, past her knee, there is a large embroidery of a white chrysanthemum among brown leaves and stems. A bold stripe of dark green cuts through the solid navy down the middle-right of the dress. The kimono is held together with a golden obi over a golden fabric base, orange, yellow and more gold swipes of a brush illustrate the obi and bring to life the brightness of the dress.

Nobody can call Natsu a lady-like or even calm girl, but there is an intensity in her eyes that burns just like her brother. Slightly less round yet more concentrated, Natsu’s hair burns like a bonfire at midnight against the dark of her kimono.

The point of navy is to make sure her best physical aspects pop out. If it were any other colour, green, for example, to match her down to earth nature, it would eclipse her hair and skin and instead place the focus on the dress. This dress serves only as a platform to show off her milky skin and ruthless hair.

She’s by no means a conservative person, but there is something that ties her to tradition, to elegance only found in traditional clothing, and a kimono traps and slims her figure into a sleek streamline, ending finally with a pair of wooden getas.

It doesn’t trap her spirit, oh no. Instead of her energy flowing sideways and outwards in any direction at all, this piece focuses her tension and bubbling energy into her posture and the way her face animates in the evening light. Especially at a party and not a festival, this dark toned kimono gives her enough gravitas to hold her own among western evening dresses.

Her hair is untouched. Decorum does state that hair should be tied up in a neat bun with a hair pin when it comes to kimonos, but her orange hair is wild, curling chaotically around the licks of her throat, the arch of her cheekbones and brushing the back of her shoulders like liquid fire.

She looks like a spirit of night, wrathful and glorious in her rage, but when she smiles, all falls away and everyone can only stare at the brightness that exudes from an evening piece.