Tumblr, I understand why you have a ten image limit, but it’s annoying as balls. Human gem edits to get out those headcanons. Will do the fusions next, here’s a preview of those with Garnet bc it couldn’t upload her(or Holly Blue but shhh) with the rest
The golden pheasant is a bird native to forests and mountainous areas of China, although feral populations have been established in
the United Kingdom, Canada, the United States, Australia, and many other countries in Europe and South America.
The male’s deep orange “cape” can be spread in display, appearing as an alternating black and orange fan that covers all of the face except its bright yellow eye with a pinpoint black pupil. The female is a more subdued brown, shown in the foreground of photo 6.
Me, late at night: you ever notice how the Paladins’ outfit designs serve to visually group them together?
Me: OKAY SO –
First up we have the Garrison Trio:
They all have similar palettes in their outfits, and they all match up really well. They all have orange highlights - consistent with the Galaxy Garrison colour scheme, which incorporates orange highlights too. Pidge and Hunk (aka the Nerd Squad) both have green in their outfits; Hunk and Lance (who are good friends) both have elements of brown. Visually, they match up and tie together into a nice cohesive trio.
Now we have Shiro and Keith, who are canonically close on the show:
Their underlying colour schemes are similar: black and dark greys, and in terms of design, their boots and belts both match. However, whilst Keith has colour in his outfit - red boot trim and jacket - Shiro is entirely monochrome (except for a tiny patch of yellow on each collar).
It’s interesting to note that Keith’s outfit clashes with almost every other character except Shiro - his red features clash with the orange of the Garrison trio, and the pink on Allura’s outfit, and he’s not a great match with Coran either. The only person he doesn’t clash with completely is Shiro. So his outfit serves to emphasise the fact that Keith is a loner and an outsider who doesn’t fit in well with the rest of the group - and it also ties back into the fact that he’s revealed to be part-Galra, putting him at a further distance from the others.
Shiro is a bit of an anomaly among the Paladins as well, because he’s the only character whose outfit is monochrome. Whilst every other Paladin has some element of their outfit design that matches the colour of their Lion (yellow/green t-shirts; blue trousers; red jacket) their outfits also contain other colours. Shiro’s entire outfit is black/dark grey. He’s a perfect match for his Lion - right down to the yellow collar buttons that resemble glowing eyes.
It’s also worth noting that in terms of the actual design/style of their clothes, Shiro is the only Paladin whose clothes are form-fitting and tight (THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE DREAMWORKS *ahem*). The others all have a very casual, utilitarian style that’s quite baggy and slouchy. Even Keith’s t-shirt under his jacket isn’t tight. In terms of clothing style, Keith fits in better with the other Paladins (even if his colours clash), whereas Shiro’s overall look is very different.
And now we get to the part where I wheel out a conspiracy board and stick Shiro next to the Alteans:
The Altean outfits are much more form-fitting and tailored… just like Shiro’s. It’s really interesting to look at Shiro and Coran’s outfits when they’re standing next to each other, because the similarities are everywhere. The grey in Coran’s outfit matches Shiro’s boots and sleeves. The lighter bands on the edge of Shiro’s vest are very similar to the edging on Coran’s jacket. Their trousers are virtually identical, save for the colour. The side pockets on their jackets are similar too. The yellow on Shiro’s collar matches the yellow in both Coran and Allura’s outfits - and you’ll notice that all three outfits have a similar closed collar with buttons. In terms of overall aesthetic, all three of their outfits have a very neat and segmented look that’s much more tailored to the body than the baggy clothes worn by the other Paladins.
In terms of outfit design, Shiro matches really really well with the Alteans.
I mean I’m not saying Shiro’s entire character design reinforces his identity as the only true Black Paladin on the show whilst also hinting at the fact that he might have some kind of Altean connection… wait, no, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I’M SAYING.
The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:
“There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude
“When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them… As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story
Now, take a look at:
Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style
Flat nose: ✔️
Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️
Scaly skin: ❌
Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️
Dull, expressionless face:
Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair
Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm:
Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌
Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:
Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.
Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.
I know at the moment the swift gavel of mob justice has already struck the podium. White Diamond’s mysterious absence from the trial of her sister’s murderer is enough to convince most of the fandom to take up their torches and pitchforks (good luck using those on unbreakable fireproof rocks), but I believe in evidence, and I’m not backing down from my client without a fight
The claim that White Diamond is guilty hangs almost entirely on Yellow Diamond’s reaction to the revelation of Rose’s innocence. She attacked the opposing lawyer and her own, attempted to murder the defendant and generally made it clear that Pink Diamond’s murder was an inside job, but despite all of that she has not been held personally accountable for the event. I guess racist, ecosystem-destroying world leaders with stupid-looking blonde hair just get a pass these days.
It should be obvious that Yellow Diamond is killed her sister. If you’re going to tell me that White Diamond is guilty and Yellow isn’t then I call Habeas Adamas; Show me the diamond. Actually, you know, I’ll show you myself, and you can see what Yellow Diamond did to her
Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me.
The rest of you may have forgotten the pyramid temple as soon as Pink Diamond was confirmed but I sure as hell did not. This mysterious tomb, which contained our first evidence of the war and the diamond authority, was powered or even made up of a single enormous gem embedded inside its core. When I say enormous I mean enormous
I apologize if this is hard to make out (tumblr compresses images to hell) but careful pixel measurements reveal that the gem is about 50% the size of Pearl’s head. By comparison Yellow Diamond’s is only about 33%. While sizes in this show do tend to vary a little, this stone could only have come from a gem on the scale of a diamond. It’s even the right shape and color!
Is that not enough for you? Let me present exhibits B and C
Compare those cupped hands above to the murals of white diamond both new and old. It’s her signature pose! Don’t tell me you think that’s a coincidence. No other gem is depicted with in that position except her!
Yellow Diamond – a power-driven dictator who has to share the throne with 3 sisters – tried desperately and obviously to cover up her involvement in Pink Diamond’s murder, and we turn to blame another sister who’s also mysteriously missing when a near identical gem was found imprisoned in a trap-filled temple on a monster-riddled planet that Yellow Diamond knew would be destroyed?
Yellow Diamond is grabbing for power, and Blue is next!
Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.
Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.
You: Oh sure. Thank you.
You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.
Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.
All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.
Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.
This should do it
“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.
“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.
Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”
“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.
“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.
“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“
After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.
“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”
After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.
“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.
“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.
“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.
“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.
You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.
“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.
You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.
“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.
“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.
“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.
He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”
With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.
Tom's publicist added you into a group chat
Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.
Tom: How did you know that?
Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you
Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.
You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.
Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.
You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.
You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.
As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.
Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.
He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.
“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.
Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.
Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.
“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”
Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”
“Can I try your ice cream?”
“Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.
Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.
“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”
You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?
Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.
“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”
“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.
Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.
You never bothered to learn your college professor’s first name.
She was an odd old woman. Spry despite her advanced age. Her attitude was carefree and adventurous, and her knowledge of lost civilizations was vast. She was the best archeology teacher a student like you could ask for. Tough but fair, and great at what she does.
One day, however, she didn’t show up for class. All the other students departed back to their dorms for the afternoon, but you had a question to ask her. You walked over to her office and knocked on the door, but there was no reply. “Prof. Croft?” you asked as you opened the door slightly ajar. Nothing.
Her desk was nearly empty, except for a moldy yellow paper spread out from corner to corner. Upon closer inspection you saw the paper was a map of an island in the south Atlantic, and a route to get to it marked in red pen. Next to the map was an old polaroid of what looked like a golden idol. And a letter addressed to your professor.