By popular demand from one of Alexandria’s renowned fashionistas, an entry into the T.A.E. brings with it a splendour like none other. Representing the more glamorous side of Alexandria comes the Gemlight Gown - secondarily known as the Dias-Robe.
Formulated by the Hyune celebrity Diaspro, Queen of Gems and the newest liaison within Lord Thiji’s Angels, the Gemlight Gown is created using esoteric techniques known only to her and House Higuri. It primarily resembles the Alexandrian’s signature formalwear: an elegant two-piece ballgown with a court train, but the true beauty behind this item - and its greatest feature - is that the entire gown scintillates with the wearer’s favorite gem - displayed proudly over the chest.
Be it a birthstone, zodiacal stone, or a jewel that a person simply “resonates” with the most, the colors of that crystal - and its aetherial signature - seep into the cloth, creating a unique and breathtaking appearance for any wearer. This also means that there is no “base” color for this particular piece of high fashion, implying that no two gowns are the same - unless, of course, a gemstone is shared between two individuals.
Together with the power of gems and mastery over clothcraft, the Gemlight Gown is Diaspro’s magnum opus, a glamorous Higuri Regalia ensemble, and a gorgeous representation of the finer side of Alexandria’s halcyon times. Feel like a princess (or prince) of gemlight and discover the secrets behind the glimmer and gleam!
For @ryliescreativecorner, with their AUs (Starseed and UnderMania)
Rated: T?
Pairing: AlphyGemLight
Word Count: 1038
Summary: BlackLight’s Alphys meets baby Echo. She immediately adores them.
“Ohmigosh. Ohmigosh, ohmigosh.”
It was the only utterance that Alphys had been able to make for what seemed like an eternity. Her hands clapped over her mouth, a string of unintelligible noises and squeaks spilling between her fingers. Meanwhile the baby in Gem’s arms giggled at the sounds she made, little arms stretched out and tiny hands making grabbing motions toward her.
“Heh. Yeah, I know. Do you want to hold them?”
Alphys was going to die.
“R-really? Oh my god, please.”
She reached out to receive the bundle that was baby Echo. Taking care not to jolt the infant, Gem shifted them from his arms to Alphys’, hovering about until Echo was safely tucked against her chest. Echo let out a gurgle, patting their hands against the unfamiliar monster’s face. Alphys couldn’t help a giggle, raining kisses on the top of Echo’s skull.
They were so cute.
Until something snagged the side of her glasses. She ‘eep’ed, jerking her face away. Her glasses didn’t come with her, and she squinted down at the very thief in her arms, waving about her glasses like a toy flag.
“Oh you silly, give that ba—ack!”
As she shifted Echo to retrieve the spectacles from their clenched fist, they jerked their arms about and released. They went flying, and Alphys jumped forward, squeezing Echo against her and making a grab for them before they could shatter against the tile. Her claw just grazed the frames and they fell past her reach.
“Oh ge-eez!” Light made the lunge, crossing the distance that she good not, snatching them up just before they hit the ground. He held them out to her, frowning at his child. “Echo no gra-abbing.”
Echo made a face and stuffed their fist into their mouth as an answer. Whatever that meant.
“It’s ok.” Alphys smiled, grateful enough that her glasses were safe and sound. She accepted them, placing them back on her face where they belonged. “Babies, y-you know?”
“They can be a handful,” Gem said, gently coaxing the fist from Echo’s mouth. He gave a tender smile before clinking a kiss against the top of their skull. “We love them so much though.”
“They’re so cute.” Even if they’d broken her glasses, Alphys didn’t think that she had it in her soul to be cross with them. On the contrary, something about having them in her arms stirred up warm, unfamiliar feelings within her chest. She wanted to love and protect and care for them, a sort of motherly longing cast over them. “I hope I have a baby as cute and sweet as Echo…”
Realization hit her like a truck. Her head snapped up, expression bordering on horror as she was quick to snatch back her last words.
“N-not—not that I-I-I’m pregnant or anything, I just think that—think that if I was pregnant then I would want my baby to be just as cute as them—because w-we’ve barely done anything and the two of you still h-have a baby and probably don’t want another… just… yet…” Her words trailed off into a pathetic whine. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
She settled to bury her face into Echo’s blanket. They didn’t mind, arms awkwardly wrapped around her face in what felt like a little baby hug. Thank goodness for a little baby to shield her from her deep shame.
“He-ey, it’s ok.” An arm slung about her shoulders—Light’s arm—and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “No-othing to be a-ashamed about here.”
Alphys peeked up from the security of the baby blanket. Light reached around, turning her face towards him to press their foreheads together. The brightly glowing stardust that hung around him shifted, turning into a shimmering soft red, colored like the roses in so many of her favorite anime. Rose red meant a strong romantic love, he’d told her, and she felt her cheeks heat up at such feelings being directed toward her. She found herself laughing, bordering on tears as she pushed forward to press their mouths together.
“I-I love you,” she whispered when she pulled back, watching a surprised pink ripple through the dust and brighten his sockets, before it settled back into the loving rose red.
“Lo-ove you too.”
“Aww how cute.” Although Gem’s words were kept light and teasing, the way his eyelights shifted between his two lovers was anything but mocking.
BlackLight broke away from Alphys to take the sides of Gem’s face in his hands. He brought him in close, nuzzling his face against the top of Gem’s skull. “I love you to-oo you big do-ork.”
The smile on Gem’s face grew, the lights in his sockets forming into little hearts. “I love you too.” He glanced over to Alphys, blushing hard and still holding Echo. “All three of you.”
Alphys felt her soul glowing, warm and comfortable in her chest. It may not be so visible as the two skeleton monsters, but the tell tale white light was present all the same. “I l-love you all too.”
A silence fell between them, a peace broken only by the happy cooing of baby Echo. Alphys smiled and nuzzled them. The closeness to such a small being, dependent on others to care and fret over, brought a giddiness to her soul that she hadn’t felt since Gaster had stepped down from his position and put in a glowing recommendation for Alphys to take his place. She’d only just met Echo and she already loved them so much.
“Although, you know Alphy…” A mischievous tone crept into Gem’s voice, setting off alarm bells in Alphys’ mind. She looked up with a sharp look that warned him not to say whatever it was he was thinking.
“What…?”
Of course Gem continued anyway, only encouraged by her expression. “…if you want a baby so bad, I bet Light would love to help you get right on with that and put one in you,” he said with a wink.
And he laughed through the matching embarrassed shrieks from both Alphys and Light.
I’m... in a mood, okay? ;3; In the mood for GemLight. Shhhh.
Since there is no Handplates/Mercyplates color for romantic affection/love (yet) Light glows a rose red when feeling strong feelings of romantic affection.
{Day 26 of a 30 Day Dictionary Challenge I’m doing}
Note: Based off of @ryliescreativecorner Starseed AU (BlackLight’s original timeline being a Dancetale/Handplates crossover). GemLight (A ship of two of their AU Sanses)+ Alphys from Light’s universe.
(Double note, Rylie is a great artist, and I’ve commissioned them a couple times and I’m never disappointed.)
Bumfuzzle (verb): To confuse or fluster.
“Well if you think about it, the second one wasn’t that bad.”
“What?!” Alphys jolted upright from the pillow she’d made out of BlackLight’s shoulder, leaning over him to fix Gem with a flabbergasted look. “Ohmigod, you take that back.”
Gem looked up at her from Light’s other shoulder, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a grin. He looked mischievous. “What? I’m serious. I actually like it better than the original.”
Alphys gaped at him, hardly able to believe this betrayal. How dare he think that season two was anything but garbage when compared to the original anime? And how dare he insinuate that it was even better! She’d never been so offended in her life, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think that Gem was only saying it to rile her up.
Oh hell, Alphys did know better, and that was exactly the sort of thing that Gem would do.
“You’re lying, you do not!” she exclaimed, slumping forward so that her weight fell against Light.
Gem shifted, lifting his head and pressing forward as well to match her, and between the two of them they effectively had a BlackLight sandwich. “I’m not lying. Have you really paid attention to the new themes in Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2? It’s actually pretty deep if you think about it.”
“You--!”
“He-e’s actually serious, watch out. He’s had plenty of practice with this sa-ame conversation before; he mi-ight have an edge on you,” Light warned from the spot between them that he’d been trapped in.
Alphys puffed out her cheeks, her eyes slitting behind her glasses as she tried to... stare down the offending skeleton? She actually wasn’t sure what the goal was. In the end, she decided that a full-blown debate probably wouldn’t go in her favor and it was in her best interest to drop it. A sharp huff escaped her and she slid down so that she was laying stomach-down across Light’s lap, almost missing the tiny “a-ahhh” that Light let out at the change in position.
“I can’t believe this horrible betrayal. How could you enjoy MMKC2 more than the first one? My entire world has been shattered.”
Two separate bony hands patted the top of her head in consolation, just barely out of sync with each other.
“There, there.” Gem was the one to speak. “The ending of the first Mew Mew Kissie Cutie is still the best.”
Alphys perked up immediately. “Of course it is! It’s so good, oh my god, hold on, hold on, I need to get my laptop. You need to hear this fan-cover that I found--it’s so good!”
“Le-et’s hear it.”
Thirty minutes later, they had listened to the fan-cover she’d mentioned and were several videos deep into the related section, ending up in a ‘how-to’ dance for some anime that only Alphys had heard of, but were content to listen to the music and watch how excited she would get while talking about her favorite parts and her analysis of each episode.
Suddenly she jumped up to her feet. “I can’t sit still anymore, come on Light, learn this with me.”
“Wh-a-at, wait, I--” His protests came too late, Alphys claiming his hands to tug him up to stand with her.
Gem scooted to the now-empty center of the couch, throwing out his support with some enthusiastic clapping. “Go get it, Hun, you got this.”
And despite Light’s initial reservations, with Alphys dancing at his side it didn’t take long before he relaxed and enjoyed dancing along with her. Alphys let out a little giggle of delight, doing a little hop and spin around Light, only to be caught around the waist and pulled in close. They definitely weren’t following the video anymore, matching bright glows in their chests, and bright looks on their faces.
Even just as a spectator to the two monsters that he loved dancing about, Gem couldn’t be more content.
Rating: T because Light says ‘ass’
Pairing: GemLight (two Sans AUs by @ryliescreativecorner)
Word Count: 2280
Summary: Gaster is terrible with children and has no desire to be responsible for another one. Which is unfortunate for him when BlackLight talks (i.e. forces) him into watching Echo for a few hours. Doubly unfortunate when Echo decides that using their magic to get into trouble and stress Gaster out is the best way to spend those few hours
“This is a job for your brother, isn’t it?”
“Nope.”
Light shook his head, juggling Echo in his arms. The child didn’t seem to be quite happy with the current arrangement, and was kicking their legs against their father’s thigh in what must be an attempt to be set free. Thankfully Light kept a firm grip on them. “My bro is busy toda-ay, and Gem’s bro-other is in some a-all day training session wi-ith his Undyne. Nei-ther of them can watch Echo today.”
Gaster sucked in a deep breath, eyeing the child with apprehension. It wasn’t that he was afraid of some kid, of course. He was the former Royal Scientist. He braved plenty of experiments and crossed the pathways over the Core before the handrails were even installed. There was nothing scary about a kid to him.
But…
He was never good with children. Light and Papyrus had been a fluke, experiments that he’d failed to go through with, and even when he took them out of the labs they essentially watched over themselves. All Gaster did was make sure there was some sort of sustenance and gave them clothes and made sure they knew how to get to school and…
Well, he hadn’t considered himself a father at all. A caretaker, if anything, but nothing more than that.
Light wouldn’t agree with him, but the fact that he referred to Gaster as ‘dad’ (something which still managed to make Gaster’s soul lurch unpleasantly in his chest) hadn’t meant much more than that Light was a victim of his amnesia, for a long time at least. He didn’t remember the horrible things that Gaster had done to both he and his brother. Even if Light claimed that he was no better, and that he had done and experienced things worse than anything the scientist did, it didn’t change anything. It was obvious in how Papyrus reacted toward him.
Nervous, unsure, refusing to initiate physical affection with him, referring to him exclusively as ‘the doctor’ or ‘doctor Gaster’… As a eternally forgiving monster, it was telling that Papyrus still struggled to refer to him as family.
He was becoming more comfortable with thinking of them as his family, but either way, Gaster still wasn’t good with children, and he didn’t quite want to be left with Echo. Alone. With only him around to keep an eye on the rambunctious skeleton child.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, hoping that he could still change Light’s mind. “Perhaps you can just reschedule your date until either Papyrus or Gem’s brother are available.”
“No-ot a good idea, my a-ass.” With a derisive snort, Light shifted Echo in his arms so that he could press them directly into Gaster’s. He let go, and Gaster jumped to grab onto Echo on instinct. “There you go-o, look. What a natural.”
Ohhh. Gaster’s mind went into overdrive. There was a child in his arms. A squirming child trying to get free. He awkwardly adjusted his arms for a better grip, resisting the awful urge to drop them.
“I mean it, Light. I’m not good with children,” he said once Echo settled down somewhat.
Light shrugged, already backing away before Gaster could think to push Echo right back into his arms. “You-ou’ll be fi-ine. Me and my bro survived your care, didn’t we?”
“The two of you were older and more mature and could hardly be referred to as children.” Months old they’d been, technically, thanks to the wonders that was science and speeding up their growth.
“Whate-ever. Point is, if you didn’t ki-ill us in the y-years that we lived with you, I think that you can survive a couple of hours with Echo. So thank you for watching them, ha-ave fun, and remember not to gi-ive them something like piles of sugar for dinner, ok? Tha-anks dad, see you later!”
And before Gaster could get out another word of protest, Light had pulled open a portal and stepped through it. It closed behind him with a blip, and Gaster found himself alone with Echo.
Oh no, this wasn’t going to be good. He could feel it.
Gaster turned Echo around in his arms so that he could look them in the face—eyesocket to eyesocket. They’d stopped their squirming to meet his gaze, tilting their head as if considering him in whatever way that babies considered other monsters. He frowned.
“Alright, Echo, if this is to work then we must set a few ground rules here.” What was Gaster even doing? He didn’t think that Echo was even old enough to understand what he was saying to them. “First, there will be no unnecessary magic use—especially blue magic and whatever trick your father has with that teleporting thing. Second, you will be nice and quiet and avoid getting into any trouble while you are in my care. Are we clear?”
A long silence stretched out between the two of them. For a moment, Gaster thought that his words had actually gotten through to them, and Echo was taking them to heart. Good. Perhaps watching over them wouldn’t be as difficult as he’d feared.
“Ooo!” They let out a trill, and shoved their hand right into his good eye socket.
Never mind.
A full body shudder ran through him. He extricated the offending hand from his eye socket and promptly set Echo on the ground. They stood on their feet, wobbling and waving their hands for a good minute before losing balance and sitting heavily down on the ground. They made a choked off squeal of surprise before falling into silence, blinking down at the ground as if it were solely responsible for their inability to stand.
Well, they weren’t crying at least.
“Alright. Now…” Satisfied that they weren’t about to go tottering away, considering that they couldn’t even stand, Gaster turned to survey the living room. One of Echo’s toys had to be around somewhere, right? Right?
No, it seemed. Papyrus kept things under strict cleanliness, and that hadn’t stopped after Echo had been brought into their lives. Gaster had never seen a house be so clean once a baby was introduced to a household, but if anyone was capable of it then he supposed that it would have to be his neat-freak of a son (his son, it was still so strange to consider either of the boys as such) especially if he enlisted the help of his double.
And thus there were no toys in sight. He’d have to take Echo up into Light’s room and see if there was anything for them to play with in there.
Gaster began to turn back to the child with a sigh. “Alright, Echo, let’s go—.” He choked off the rest of his words, staring straight at the spot where he’d left them.
Echo wasn’t there.
“Echo?” he called, the steady pulse of his soul quickening with a nauseating twist in his chest. Oh god, he’d already lost the kid. The kid who could barely even walk. Gem was going to murder him. “Echo where did you go?”
“Grampa!”
That was Echo’s voice. From above—oh no.
He glanced up, and sure enough there they were, little skull sticking out between the bars of the railing on the second floor landing. Gaster felt his soul stop when they leaned even further out to stick their hand as far out as it could go, waving cheerily down at him with the other hand holding onto the bars with the weakest grip he’d ever seen. It was easy to imagine them leaning too far forward and crushing their poor little skull on the ground below.
“Echo! Down!”
Everything was a blur of motion as he bolted, leaping over the baby gate that was useless in keeping Echo from managing to get upstairs. The terrified look on his face must have been somehow comical, because Echo shrieked with laughter, releasing their grip on the railing to teeter at the edge. He pushed himself to go that little bit faster, practically throwing himself to scoop Echo up and out of harm’s way.
His arms closed in on empty air.
“Wha—what, they—?” Gaster panted from the physical exertion, staring down at his arms, missing the baby he’d lunged for. How could they—? Oh no, why? He’d been prepared for blue magic, but apparently Echo shared their fathers’ ability to teleport. “Echo?”
“Graaaaampa!”
If it were possible, his face would blanch at Echo’s voice. He prayed to every divine above that Echo was just on the ground floor, nice and safe and sitting still until Gaster could get back down to them. His head jerked, spine stiffed as he peaked through the bars of the railing. And there they were, in a nest of sticky strings like some sort of toddler-shaped spider-ton, fingers entangled in its knots as they stuck to the wall.
The image of Light hanging from a hammock forced its way up from his memories. Oh. Wonderful. Echo shared another lovely magic ability with their parents. The only power that he expected yet to come from them was—.
Blue magic. Of course.
Mentally beating himself over the head, Gaster reached out to envelop Echo’s soul and with a ping! turned it blue. Little Echo burst into helpless giggles as Gaster forcibly extricated from the wall, bringing them through the air, over the railing, and into the (relative) safety of his arms.
“I’m not playing,” he told them, getting nothing but smiles in return.
He sighed, setting them against his hip as he carried Echo back downstairs and through the baby gate once again. “How do you feel about an early dinner and a bath? I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day, do you?”
“Ooopappa!” was the highly intelligent response from Echo.
Gaster nodded. “Right. I agree. Now… how do you feel about having piles of sugar for dinner?”
“’oogar?”
Aw. He found himself grinning. Now this was the sort of conversation that a man could get used to. (Not that he was actually going to feed Echo piles of sugar for dinner, but the idea of that little rebellion as revenge for foisting the kid on him was enticing nonetheless.)
“That’s right, Echo. ‘Oogar’. Your dad said ‘oogar’ for dinner so that’s exactly what I’m going to make you, doesn’t that sound great?” he asked lifting Echo up above his head.
With the answering giggle and delighted flapping of limbs, Gaster was sure that the two of them would get along just fine.
Unfortunately, after setting Echo in their chair so that he could make dinner (none of the sugar that he promised, but he didn’t think that Echo would care about the lie once they were old enough to understand what he said in the first place), the child decided that sitting still wasn’t their style. When he glanced over his shoulder to check on them, he discovered them missing. Again. Highchair and all. At least they hadn’t gone far, just outside the kitchen banging on the food tray. He left the chair there, and brought Echo’s food to them.
What would be the point of moving the chair back into the kitchen anyway? They’d probably teleport it again.
After a very messy dinner, it seemed that Echo was winding down. Their bursting energy from before seemed to have calmed—likely exhausted from all the magic they’d expended within the last short hour—and they were beginning to fuss. He scooped them up, allowing them to rest against his chest as he walked them about, losing himself to his thoughts.
All things aside, spending time with the kid wasn’t too bad. He didn’t think that he wanted to do it again anytime soon, but Echo was a good baby. That was… when they weren’t teleporting around and climbing walls. How did either of his sons or their doubles deal with a child like that? Papyrus and Light weren’t such a fright to be around when they were smaller.
(Although maybe that wasn’t much of thing to brag about. He didn’t think obedience, fear, and anxiety was much of a way to raise a child. Light and Gem were better fathers than Gaster could’ve ever hoped to be.)
Echo had been still for a while now, he realized with a start. He stole a glance down at the child, relief washing over him at the sight of Echo, little skull pillowed against his chest and eyesockets shut. Oh thank god, Echo had fallen asleep. His legs felt weak suddenly, and he edged himself down onto the couch, taking care not to jostle them and ruin their rest. He had no clue how he’d get them back to sleep if he messed it up now.
The both of them had survived Gaster’s babysitting.
He laid down along the couch, head on the armrest on one side and legs kicked up over the armrest on the other. Now that he wasn’t chasing the terror child around the house, exhaustion crept into his joints and his limbs felt like they’d turned into lead. Gaster was more than ready for what he considered to be a well-deserved rest.
Well, what better time like the present, with Echo already asleep as well?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Gaster’s eyes fell closed. It felt like his body was sinking into the cushions, the steady breathing of his sleeping grandchild lulling him into peace.
Before he knew it, Gaster dropped away into the blissful dark of sleep.
Recently a switch game called Gemlight was announced. Many accused it of being a ripoff of another successful game Hollow Knight. They claimed it is not. However many initially thought it was DLC for hollow knight because holy crap, they literally took the backgrounds and if that’s not the same engine, they programmed one just like it.
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