i may do another later with her full red and yellow uniform

Theory: Gem civilization is led by four high ranked diamonds. All the other gems serve under one or the other depending on their color. We already know about Yellow Diamond, and it’s theorized that Rose Quartz was once Pink Diamond or possibly was a high ranked subordinate of Pink Diamond. If that’s the case, then the other diamonds likely represent the CMYK or RGB color model-

CMYK - The four ink colors (cyan/magenta/yellow/black) used to produce every other color in full color printing
RGB - the three colors of light (Red/green/blue) used to display every other color in electronics such as computer screens and digital projection

The gems bodies are literally made of light, so it’s more likely that they follow the RGB model. Gems with the overlap/secondary colors are higher ranked then gems of the original red/blue/green. With white as the penultimate color because it’s a combination of all the rest. This explains why Yellow had control over different colored gems - red and green combine into yellow. 

Diamonds have domain over their component colors. 
If there are four diamonds based on the secondary colors in RGB, Their armies/minions would be drawn from their base colors (two out of the three). 

Yellow Diamond: Red & Green
Cyan(Blue) Diamond: Blue & Green
Pink Diamond: Red & Blue
White Diamond: All or Nothing

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Sumptuary Laws

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Notes: While switching back and forth between the two works in progress I spoke about a few days ago, I was also inspired to write this  (no doubt because of this post) in the meantime. 

I think I managed to keep the mood light almost all the way through, although there’s a hard kick of angst at the end. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading!

As a man who outgrows his clothing on a regular and unusually literal basis, Bruce owns a lot of shirts.

This is, by Natasha’s estimation, the only bone of materialism in his entire body. His private living quarters are otherwise kept with the severe, withholding economy of an army barracks, or maybe a monk’s cell, no doubt a habit he acquired during those five years spent dodging one global intelligence agency or another. It makes his presence in Stark Tower seem somehow precarious, as though everything could be fitted into a single suitcase and gone within an hour.

It probably could.

(There’s a bit more chaos to be found inside his office, though, more of the wild energy that takes hold of him in the midst of a project – but that’s a reflection of his thought process, which reminds her of watching electrical filaments snap and leap and connect inside a glass plasma globe.)

To head off a potential misunderstanding, it should be stressed that Natasha does not come by this odd sartorial knowledge while looking through his bureau drawers, or picking over his clean laundry as it waits in the dryer. She simply happens to be the one responsible for bringing him his clothes, after he’s changed back to the size he’s supposed to be.

“You know, we should really start designing you a suit,” Natasha tells him, once. “Or we could all put in for matching spandex uniforms. That might be fun.”

“And what would those look like?” Bruce asks. She hears him hopping through the dried leaves to get a shoe on his foot. “We’d probably go around about the designs for so long that they’d end up just being six shirts that all read ‘I’m with stupid’ on the front.”

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