#dnd character : prisma

[prismatoons]

Look at that another DND character, whos surprised?! No one lmao

Anyways, this is Sage and he's a firbolg circle of spores druid and an all around chill dude to be around. I had a lot of fun designing him, took a lot of inspiration from highland cows as you can probably tell.

He's currently not being played, he will be in a game that is hopefully gonna be happening in the future, but I figured I'd put this up anyway since it's already finished. <3

[oceanmusings]

Wanted

Pairing | Gale Dekarios x Prisma

Content Warning | some spoilers to act 2, both from Gale's romance and how it can go at the Last Light Inn. Oblivious to flirting or romance, first kiss, some anxiety. Super fucking fluffy my lord-

Word Count | 2.4K

Summary | Gale tells Prisma he finds her attractive when she fights and he wants her, but Prisma mistakes what he really says. A friend of her needs to point out that the wizard really likes her and now Prisma has to figure out how to tell him she shares the same feelings. (featuring my friends oc, Kaelith)

Masterlist

Prisma is very aware of her faults. Her lack of strength is a big one that she knows well, and maybe she is a little closed off, but she has her reasons. But the big fault of hers is she can’t read anyone or have the ability to look between the lines. She knows she takes a lot on face value, she has since she was young. Her mother would give her a command of some kind and then when Prisma thought she understood, she would come to learn that there was more to the request that she didn’t understand. Or there was a time when she was in her 20’s and one of the neighbors - a beautiful elf with short blonde hair - had asked her one evening if Prisma wanted to have dinner sometime. Prisma thought this was a request to hang out with a friend, so she accepted. She wouldn’t find out until halfway through dinner that this was indeed a date. And she only found out after the blonde elf told her she was nervous to ask her out on a dinner date.

Prisma wouldn’t forget the look on her face after Prisma choked on her apple salad and exclaimed. “This is a date?!”

Then came the awkward silence and Prisma having to admit she misunderstood the invitation.

Upon meeting Gale - or well, saving him by pulling him out of a rock; that was one way to meet someone - the wizard was a bit of a challenge for her. She enjoyed talking with him and could listen to him talk for hours about any subject. Quickly, she considered him to be a friend and she was sure he thought the same about her. But there were some aspects about the wizard that confused her. She knew he was flirting at times, but she’s known people before that she thought were flirting because they liked her, but would find out that’s just who they were. It didn’t mean anything.

So even though a blush that would rise to her cheeks and a tingle that would run through her system. She would send him a smile and let out a small laugh. Then turn away from him. She didn’t want to ruin a friendship by misreading things.

The fear of misreading seemed to run deeper than she anticipated. After they arrived into the Shadow-Cursed Lands and were attacked by some shadow figures with some - what Prisma would learn later call themselves - harpers. The buzz of adrenaline was still all around them as the final shadow figure went down, it took a second for Prisma to figure out how to breathe again and come back to center. Finally feeling the ache in her bones, the sweat that made her clothes cling to her skin, and suddenly the pain registered as she noticed new gashes on her skin that these figures caused. She stayed back as she took this moment to heal the gashes while everyone else looted the area or talked with the harpers. Her focus lessened as the wizard came up to her, saying something about if she read a book about something. Her head was a bit fuzzy from not only fighting shadow figures, but also the aura of this place. The feeling of sorrow, death, and despair already beginning to plague her. It was admittedly hard to listen to Gale as she did the last healing spell on herself. “Sorry, hun- what are you trying to say?” Prisma says finally, brushing wild red hair out of her face to be able to give Gale her full attention.

The way he was looking at her was different, she could note that, but he also seemed nervous. His thumb was rubbing his staff absentmindedly, and he has this nervous smile on his face. She felt his eyes rake over her whole body for a brief moment before snapping back up to look into her purple eyes. “Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.”

Confusion replaced Prisma’s expression. Raising an eyebrow as she looked around them. Nothing but darkness surrounded them, no sun was able to penetrate the tree’s and their only source of light was from the torch Astarion or Gale held. Or the tiny blue flame Prisma cradles in her hand.

“Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-death experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and despair, it only makes me want you more.”

“Want more what?” Prisma said out loud before she could stop herself. “Do you need me to get something for you? I get it. This place is more dreadful than I thought it would be. Despite Halsin’s warnings. Maybe at this Last Light Inn there will be something!”

Gale suddenly looked disappointed, a small frown on his face before quickly being replaced by a grim smile. But Prisma noticed that frown, more confusion filling her features. “It’s quite alright, Prisma.” Was all he said before he stepped away from her and began to go join the others on what they found. Prisma watched him, blinking owlishly, her brain trying to wrack what happened. Did he want something from her? And if so, what?

Prisma heard a muffled groan behind her and she turned to one of her newest friends - Kaelith. A half-elf with red hair that fell almost to their shoulders. Their face in their hands and looking pained. Not in the physical sense though, it seemed. They weren’t hit by the shadow figures from Prisma’s memory of the fight. “What?”

“You’re so stupid.”

“What?” Prisma squeaked, offended. “What did I do?”

“He just told you blatantly how he feels, and you still didn’t get it?”

“Wait, what-? What Gale just said?” Prisma took a second to try and rethink what Gale was telling her, but her fuzzy mind came up short. “What did I miss?”

“For fucks sake- He likes you!”

“He does?” Prisma deadpanned.

“Yes. The way he looks at you should be evidence enough. But he just said it to you now! That’s what he “wanted” from you.”

Prisma was quiet as she processed what Kaelith was saying. Gale liked her? She tried to remember everything since meeting Gale and she couldn’t deny the signs, it being more obvious now. And what just happened should’ve been the biggest sign to her. “Oh Gods.”

“Finally!” Kaelith exclaimed, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her slightly. “You have no idea how insufferable it’s been to watch this. Now, go talk to him!”

Prisma didn’t end up talking to Gale though. They had met the harpers at the Last Light Inn, met another druid - Jahiera - and then an ambush happened and came to save the cleric, Isobel. Things with Gale were quickly pushed to the back of her mind. It didn’t resurface for Prisma until they had finally made camp. Prisma sat near the fire at the center of their camp, poking the flames with a stick she had grabbed near her. Remembering everything that her and Gale have done together. Everything he’s said to her.

Kaelith was right. She was stupid.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Prisma was pushed out of her memory and turned her attention away from the flames to look up at her two friends. Astarion and Kaelith.

“Nothing.”

“Shouldn’t you be talking to someone?” Prisma followed Kaelith’s gaze to Gale at his tent. He wasn’t far from them, but he was sitting on one of his pillows at his tent, absorbed by whatever he was reading. Prisma knew he wouldn’t hear a thing. Prisma stood up and looked down to her friends, nervously tugging her cloak closer to her body.

“Are you sure you’re right about this?”

“Yes.” The warlock and vampire speak at the same time, exasperated by the druid’s nervous nature. Kaelith took Prisma by the shoulders and pushed her towards Gale’s tent while exclaiming “tell him!”

Prisma stumbled a little from surprise at the shove, turning to glare at the two for a moment, and then walked up to the wizard’s tent. His fingers were gliding over the pages as he read, the furrow in his brows as he focused was incredibly adorable, and he was totally not aware of Prisma’s presence until she cleared her throat.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there, Prisma.” With a smile, Gale closed his book and got up from his sitting position. “What can I do for you?”

“Um- I was hoping to talk with you about something.” She took a moment to look around their camp. There were a lot of them around, and she realized she didn’t want to do this in front of them. “Privately. Maybe when everyone else goes to sleep.”

“Oh- uhm, of course.”

Prisma sends him a smile and tells him to meet her at the house up on the hill.

As everyone began to wind down, Prisma took this opportunity to slip away from everyone. She grabbed some candles in her trunk that she had been collecting along the way and made sure to wash up a little bit before she heads up. Trying to get as much dirt and muck off of herself as she could. Entering the broken down house she found what seemed to be a queen size bed in the middle of the main room, with a fireplace and bedside tables with a wardrobe somehow still intact. There was another room off to the side, but it was so tiny, she decided to stay in the main room. She had lit the fireplace and slowly filled the room with candles. She held her blue flame as a bit of light and not only to light the candles, but she found the blue flame filled her with a sense of comfort. The fire was light to hold and kept her warm in such a cold and dead place. It was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her mind was still spiraling on what she should say to Gale though. And she wouldn’t have much time to figure it out as she heard a pair of footsteps, followed by said wizard’s voice. “Prisma?”

Prisma had been pacing the room as she tried to think what on each to say to him, stopping in her tracks at his voice. “Hey! Thanks for meeting me.”

“Of course. Are you okay? You don’t look well.” Gale had taken a second to survey how many candles Prisma had spread out in the room, casting a beautiful glow throughout the broken room. But he stepped closer to her as he studied her face in the better light. The concern etched across his features caused a warmth to spread throughout her chest.

“No- well, yes. But I’m fine.” Prisma extinguished the blue flame from her hand, taking a second to take a breath and calm her nerves. “I feel like I should apologize.”

“What for?”

“Well, what you said earlier. I completely missed what you said and made a fool of myself and you, and I want to say sorry.”

He suddenly looked embarrassed and took a step back, distancing himself. The blush that raised to his cheek and ears was so adorable, it was hard for Prisma to hear his response. “Oh, it’s quite alright. It was very forward of me to say and not the time or place. If anything, I should be the one to-”

“But you shouldn’t!” Prisma couldn’t stop herself from interrupting, stepping closer to him before he could be too far from her. “I am usually very bad at reading people or looking between the lines. But sometimes when people tell me straight out what they want or need from me, I will still miss it. And that’s what you did. You told me what you wanted straight out, and I still missed it. Kaelith had to be the one to make me realize what you were saying.”

Gale blinked, surprised. Looking maybe a little mortified they were having this conversation now. “It’s okay, Prisma. Please, don’t stress about it. We can forget the interaction ever happened.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t want to forget it happened.” Prisma made one last step and reached her hand for Gale’s, letting their fingers interlock. “Besides, I didn’t ask you to come up here to talk about that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not?”

“No.. uhm... Gale, how do you feel about women who make the first move?”

A shy smile pulled at his lips, anticipation radiating off of him now. “I don’t know. I’m still waiting for it to happen.”

“Goodness…” Prisma could feel her face heat up and she knew the large blush spreading across her cheeks and pointed ears had surfaced. Her mind was racing with excited anxiety, an inkling of fear what could happen if she did this.

She decided to stop listening to her fears. They haven’t been any help to her lately at all. She closed her eyes and closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against his own. Gale was eager to return the kiss, his free hand landing on her waist to pull her closer to his body heat. Despite the eagerness shared between the human and elf, there was an air of nervousness, a little hesitant on what could come next from doing this. Maybe she was mistaking it for excitement?

The smell and warmth of Gale enveloped Prisma like a familiar hug. A smell only she could associate with him now. Lavender, spice, and something old that only books could hold. Prisma also realized she’s never kissed anyone with a beard before. The scratch of his tickled her upper lip in such a pleasant way it quickly became a favorite of hers that she wanted more of.

Unfortunately for both, they needed to breathe. Prisma’s lungs begging for mercy. If there was no use for breathing Prisma would stay here and basically kiss the wizard to death.

Neither moved away from each other as they separated from the kiss, staring into each other’s flushed faces. Gale’s eyes were sparkling in a way she’s only seen when he had shown her a little bit how he performed his magic.

“Technically,” Gale spoke in a soft tone, no louder than a whisper. He let go of her hand to brush his fingers through her red hair with a gentle touch. She leaned into it. “I was the one who made the fire move.”

“Shut up.” Prisma breathed and pulled him back into a kiss. He gladly let her.

[karnival-wilson]

Everyone should be SO jealous bc my friend drew our gay DnD characters kissing each other. Like!!! You drew them?? Blorbo from my brain??? Kissing blorbo from YOUR brain??? I'm weak. I need to sit down.

[oceanggirl]

Sometime’s when your sad, you draw your favorite OC X Canon ship.

Shadowheart does like the idea to be picked up, but unfortunately for her, her love can’t. But I love the idea of my tall as hell elf (6’3) is picked up by her tiny girlfriend (5’7)

[kellastarian]

Pike Prisma, drawn Feb 22nd 2025

This is Pike, gender ambiguous half dragon. They were a dnd character I loved to play who struggled with memory issues, and cast magic from the stars

homebrew class: starcaller

They were the child of one of my former villain characters for an old group. Nowadays I just enjoy their design and drawing them. Hopefully one day I will play them again

[take-a-chill-phil]

Another RPG character. This time, it's Prisma from a short DnD campaign I played in last year. She's a sea elf dream druid.

[tookishcombeferre]

Thanks for the tag @shychick-52

So, this, I've thought a lot about actually.

The whole Protector sublot both does and does not make sense to me. I've watched it all the way through twice now, and I really, really don't like it. (Personally.)

My personal issues with the Protector subplot are as follows:

I dislike the fact that it encourages secret keeping from trusted adults (Mom, Dad, Aunt Tilly, Mr. Cedric, etc.) which is something that the show actively states is wrong in the previous episode about Gnarly and the Fliegel. ("The Fliegel has Landed" is one of my top 5 episodes, right up there with "Substitute Cedric" in terms of life lessons taught and their importance.)

I dislike the fact that it makes all the adult characters feel really stupid and flat as characters. They have absolutely no, to use a DnD term, passive perception - apparently - because they never notice Sofia is missing. They're all completely incompetent, and it makes no sense.

I just have an absolute personal disdain for the way Sofia is treated by the Protectors. She is *not* a teenager. She is not a mini-adult. Sofia is 11 ... 11 and 1/2 at the most, and Chrysta treats her like she's a minimum of 15 or 16 and I hate it.

However, my primary issues, as a parent, are with points one and three.

Someone. I do not care who. From Sofia's initial trusted circle should be with her in the Mystic Isles. Mom. Dad. Cedric. Tilly. SOMEONE. (Who is not an animal.) Should be with her to supervise.

I know the show spends a lot of time establishing Minimus as a guardian of sorts. He's really protective. He's safety conscious ... HE'S A HORSE. A smart horse. But, he's a horse.

I cannot describe to you how WITH Miranda I am with every. single. word. that comes out of her mouth in the finale I am. But, I am. I am with Miranda 3,000%.

Trust me when I say Squish and I will be having a long talk in the next couple months about how Sofia made some BAD choices about not telling her family about Prisma AS SOON as she was encountered. Prisma should have been the FIRST thing Amber and Sofia were talking about at the dinner table, the first thing Sofia was talking to Cedric about the next time she visited the tower, and Baileywick should have been on HIGH ALERT for any sign of her. Period.

There is no way Sofia should have been keeping her Protector status from her parents and trusted inner circle. Nope! Nope, nope! Bad writing. Terrible writing! No thanks. Don't like it.

And, I suppose, if the Protectors actually treated Sofia like a child in school, someone who was *learning* how to adventure and not actively putting her in danger, it might not be so bad. But, the first thing Chrysta does is like basically feed Sofia to polar bears ... so like ... I don't exactly trust these people's judgement. Nor do I trust them with the life and emotional well being of an 11 to 12 year old kid.

(Again, I am speaking as a parent. Y'all are free to feel however you want about the Protectors, I just ... I hate them. I'm sorry. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that I also had a lot of responsibility heaped on me by adults who I was supposed to trust at a young age so it just hits me in a sore spot? But, oooo I just cannot *stand* them. "Get this by sunset." "Save us Sofia, you're our only hope!" "You have to help us!" "We're basically minor gods, but we're helpless!" ICK! Major ick!)

And, before anyone asks the difference between the Protectors (specifically Chrysta) and Cedric?

He's actually useful! He actually teaches Sofia useful skills! What does Chrysta do other than complain about stuff and tell Sofia to do better without showing Sofia anything? SOFIA HAS TO TEACH CHRYSTA HOW TO TEACH!??! Like, what? Excuse me???? Huh??? What are we doing here? This is a show for children! Please, please, I am begging you! Let the adults have at least one competent bone in their body. It will not detract from having the child as your main character. I promise.

Meanwhile, Cedric taught Sofia and the rest of her classmates better in one class period than the Good Fairies did in like 2 whole years! And that's while he was still "evil!" (And strapped to a chair.) Like, hello?? (Maybe the real lesson is just that fairies are just notoriously bad teachers? I dunno.)

So, like, yes, Chrysta improves as a mentor. Fine. I'll give you that. But, she still treats Sofia WELL more like a peer than a mentee. And, I'm not super comfortable with that? I don't like the dialogue between them. I don't exactly know how old Chrysta is supposed to be, but she's definitely older than Sofia is. Maybe she's supposed like an older teen? I'm not sure. But, I do not like the way that they're coded as equals. There was a clear and distinctive barrier between Cedric as Mentor and Sofia as Apprentice literally from the episode in which she was called that onward. And, while Sofia is CALLED a trainee by Chrysta. That is NOT coded into their relationship in the same way it is in other relationships Sofia has in the show.

And, I. Do. Not. Like. That.

Chrysta is dismissive. She's arrogant. She's mean. She's not likeable. She actively blames Sofia for stuff that isn't her fault. I mean, dang, I wouldn't blame Cedric for getting into a fist fight with Chrysta just for putting Sofia though more than half the crap people put him through his whole life.

And, yes. These are all things that Cedric also can be and was throughout his redemption arc, but he is also shown over and over again to be equal parts protective and caring as well as being a mean and arrogant. Chrysta is just ... not protective or helpful.

Sofia ends up saving Chrysta well more than Chrysta ever saves Sofia. For being on the side of good, Chrysta is not very willing or able to care for Sofia, emotionally OR physically, and that's something that I just ... I can't stand. If they were going for mentor foils? They failed. Epically.

Chrysta as a character is cool. I just can't stand her as someone who is supposed to look out for Sofia because she doesn't. Like, the whole episode they're in Wei Ling? Chrysta is basically gaslighting Sofia about not asking for help until Sofia tells her off! UGH! I just ... I'm sorry! This is a sore spot for me. You stepped right into one of my pet peeves in writing for children.

It all boils down to that I just don't like what message it enforces. What the writers set up with Cedric is that he's crotchety but there is good in him, and when push comes to shove, he's going to stand up and protect the people he loves. He deeply cares about Sofia. He really wants to be good more than bad. He's just a little turned around about how to get the respect he deserves as human being. Sofia is helping him get there through her child-like hope and, really, just being around him. Truly, he's kind of like Carl from Up. He just needs another human being to bring life back into his life. Cedric likes mentoring Sofia, and there's a well established distance and boundary between them. In many ways, Cedric is doing a lot of his own development behind the scenes, Sofia is just there accompanying him on the journey. (Honestly, the Carl and Russell metaphor isn't a bad one for the two of them.)

With the Protectors, by contrast? From the moment Sofia appears, that boundary just isn't there. They immediately are willing to take her on as a near adult trainee. They put her with a trainer who clearly expresses contempt for her IN FRONT of them. This trainer is actively prejudiced against Sofia as a person, and this trainer treats Sofia, not as a child, but as a peer. In many ways, Sofia acts as an ACTIVE, not passive, catalyst for Chrysta's development.

And, I'm just NOT down for that. I'm not about it. It's not in my spirit.

There is a big difference between using life experiences and wisdom to help someone process what they're living through - what Cedric does for the class with "The Sorcerer's Secret" song - and what Sofia ends up helping Chrysta to do in getting her Fairy Wand. Big Difference. HUGE.

So, again, Squish and I will be having LONG chats about why it's important to evaluate these kinds of relationships. Healthy relationships and boundaries with adults. Because, the Protectors? That's NOT it.

There should be a firm line with all the adults involved in Sofia's life telling her "NOPE. Sorry. No more. Not because of anything you did, but because this never should have happened in the first place. This is not your circus. Not your monkey. Not your problem. You are done in the cupcake war. The end."

Sorry if this was rambly and disjointed. But, darn. This hit in a place for me. I do not like this arc. I like it less each time I watch it.

If Cedric hadn't saved her in 'In Cedric We Trust', Sofia would have been seriously hurt or worse by Prisma! That's proof that she has no business being a Protector at her age, let alone the ONLY Protector of the EverRealm!! What if such a thing were to happen again post-series- bested by an enemy or even just getting injured by pure accident, with nobody around to help (well, I mean, normally she'd usually have Minimus or Skye with her, but still)??

That's why I totally think Cedric should have been her magical bodyguard, like I discussed in this post.

@tookishcombeferre @bettathanyou @fantadym

[anthonyreadsthecards]

So these are the three bonus cards I'm adding to my tarot deck that I'm making. The Void was something I wanted to add thanks to a combination of the Deck of Many Things from DnD but also it's a card a seer character from The Critshow draws in one of her readings. Symphony is inspired by one of favorites of the Clow Cards which is The Song card. And The Gift is from the 3rd edition of the Prisma Visions Tarot. It's not an exact replica but definitely very close. I'm very happy with these and now all that's left is Judgement and The World and that'll do it for the Majors. Then I can start the uphill climb that is the Minor Arcana 😅

[sticksandsharks]

I’d like to propose a toast!

my first art of 2018 was a big illustration of this group not too long after they all met, so it feels fitting to end the year with the same party, and a day after we finished their journey and wrapped up their campaign

Yar the gnoll Rogue (Static), Feadrin the half-elf Warlock (John), Ezili the gnome Cleric (Niki), Prisma the aasimar Sorcerer (mine) and Krebs the crab. I’m gonna’ miss these guys!

[jaskdraws]

Prisma

For some reason I never got around to posting them, but here’s Prisma, a Nephilim (Celestial/Tiefling) Cleric and Monk!

[prismatoons]

A little character turn around of Amalthea for this week’s post. 💜

apologies for another hiatus, been a crazy few weeks, but I’m about to have a lot more free time so expect once a week posts again soon!

[oceanmusings]

Kiss It Better

Pairing | Shadowheart x Prisma

Content Warning | some spoilers to Shadowheart story (act 2? I can't remember when the source of her pain is revealed.) Prisma wants to comfort her lover. She also confesses her love to Shadowheart. I didn't plan on it, but Prisma wanted it to happen. This is Fluff/Comfort really.

Word Count | 1.2K

Summary | Prisma knows Shadowheart feels these pains in her hand and she would rather all of them ignore it, but Prisma can't help but want to comfort the half-elf she cares for. Especially after she just confessed her love.

Masterlist

The first time it happened was at The Emerald Grove, standing in the Druid Quarters as Prisma convinced Kagha to let the little Tiefling child go. It was common for children to steal - even ritual artifacts - but they were children and given the option to grow and learn from their mistakes. The wood-elf watched the little girl run out of the quarters before Prisma’s eyes darted to her new dark haired companion yelp out in pain, clutching her hand. She raised an eyebrow to her, curious what had happened. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s just an old wound that hurts me from time to time. Nothing to be concerned about.” Shadowheart assured her as she rubbed the hand. Prisma finally noticed the black spot on the back of her hand. “It’s just something… I have to live with.”

“Dose it hurt?” Prisma asks, then immediately cringes as she realizes how stupid of a question that was. The woman just yelped out in pain, of course it hurts. “Sorry- that was a stupid question.”

“It’s okay.” Shadowheart muttered. “It hurts quite a lot, but it passes quickly. So I can manage.”

Prisma left it at that, but the more it happened, the more it pained Prisma to watch each flinch and yelp. Sometimes when she would smile at Prisma, her hand would flash and the smile would drop. A pit quickly developed in Prisma’s stomach, she wanted to make it better, especially when she was the source of making Shadowheart smile or laugh. The reveal of it being the act of her goddess Shar as a motive of punishment fueled that pit in Prisma’s stomach. She realized she wanted to make Shadowheart happy, to be the source of her smile, but without any involvement from Shar. Anytime it would happen too Shadowheart would request they ignore it, it moved on quickly and she didn’t want to put any attention onto it. As much as selfishly Prisma wanted to make it better, she respected that wish.

Once the two had become more than friends was an emotional day for Prisma and Shadowheart. It surprised Prisma she truly did feel the same connection, but was elated she wanted to pursue that feeling. But seeing the shock of pain now being Shadowheart’s lover brought a pain to Prisma as well. The last thing she wanted to do was make Shadowheart’s pain about herself, so she kept quiet, respected her wishes on ignoring anytime she heard the woman she cared for deeply yelp out “it hurts!” But watching the person you care for going through a pain caused by another just “because” was a pain Prisma didn’t know how to deal with. So she buried it, it was the best she could do.

“I-I haven’t said this to anyone before.” It was dark out, the stars twinkling above them as the moon watched the two lovers sit by a lake by themselves. Prisma had asked Shadowheart if she would meet her here at this lake when they got back to camp. Spend a night without the prying of their friends back at camp, and it’s been a while since it’s been the two of them. Besides, Prisma wanted to talk to her without anyone overhearing her.

“I’ve told people I care for them, that the care I feel for them is deep. But these certain words always get stuck in my throat. Never able to be uttered to anyone.” Prisma nervously picked a daisy close by her, holding up the tiny flower and rubbing the stem between her fingers to have the flower spin. “These words are terrifying, if I’m perfectly honest. I was afraid to say it to anyone. But… No matter how little time we’ve been traveling together, I can’t help but find myself not terrified to say it to you.”

“What are those words?” Shadowheart whispered, like she spoke any louder she would spook off the druid.

She looked down to Shadowheart, the beautiful woman lounging with her at the edge of a lake. Her chest bloomed happily the more she looked at Shadowheart as she patiently waited for her lover to speak. Prisma raised her hand, tucking the daisy behind Shaodwheart’s pointed ear.

“... I love you.”

She swallowed nervously as she watched for any reaction from Shadowheart, the tiniest out, any moment of rejection that could be coming her way. But all she found was a smile that pulled at her lips, making Prisma’s own smile grow.

“I love you, too.”

Shadowheart scooted closer to the other woman, slotting herself against Prisma’s side. Raising her hand to cup her cheek, brushing her thumb across the apple of Prisma’s green freckled cheek. It was either the relief or a magnet that pulled Prisma into her and pressed her lips against her lovers. She didn't care which it was.

Kissing Shadowheart had quickly become a favorite thing for Prisma to do. Typically in front of the others, the ones they would share in front of the others was soft, Prisma’s hand gently on Shadowhearts waist to pull her in as they make the kiss quick. But these ones, without anyone to see or interrupt, were the best ones. The way she slots herself against the wood-elf, leaving almost all her weight to be supported by her lover. Sometimes nipping at her lips just to cause a giggle to rise out of Prisma was adorable at how satisfied she was with herself. Shadowheart lets Prisma run on of her hands from her cheek to cupping her neck, able to feel her heartbeat faintly against her thumb as she deepens the kiss between them.

Prisma could do this forever.

Slowly she reluctantly parted the kiss, a joyous smile on her lips as a new euphoria filled her. The girl she told she loved, loved her back! This was the first person she’s ever truly meant it and knew that’s what she was feeling.

But the elation quickled faded.

Shadowheart let out a yelp, her hand jumping off of Prisma’s cheek to grasp her left hand, a pained expression as she whines, “it hurts!”

It was quick to fade but the smile didn’t return to her face. “Sorry- must’ve gotten too happy.”

An anger flared in Prisma’s chest. This was unfair. This was a happy moment for them, Prisma was not going to let Shar let herself be involved in this moment.

She gently touched Shadowheart’s left hand, taking over on rubbing it over before moving to link their hands together. “You shouldn’t be feeling pain just because Shar wants to punish you.” Prisma says as she gently rubs her thumb across her soft skin.

“It’s okay. I told you, I can live with it.” Always trying to assure everyone she was fine. Not to fuss over her comfort.

“I know,” Prisma whispers, looking down to her hand and rubs her hand across the black spot. “But you shouldn’t have to.”

She raised their linked hands to her lips and began pressing small kisses across the top of her hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss it better.” Prisma stopped for a moment to speak. “I know I can’t take away the pain and you prefer we ignore it… but… please let me, I can do this rather than just stand back and watch the woman I love being in pain. No matter how short it happens.”

Shadowheart seemed to be in awe, maybe a bit surprised, but a soft expression was there as she see’s how deeply her lover wants to look out for her. She knew Prisma wanted to help anyone’s comfort, but anytime it was to herself it was still a bit of a surprise. “Well- I won’t stop you.”

Prisma grinned and brought her hand back up to her lips.

[jerjja]

i made more catras von sisses, my punching puncher who punchés (and kicks)

[oceanggirl]

My Darling, Prisma

[ this is my one and only dnd character, Prisma. I haven't redone her drawing in a hot minute so I thought it was time I did so! I've also been using her for BG3, so all my thoughts are currently being consumed by her lol ]

[artorableadorer]

THIS peryton says GAY RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!

[impirumcrypt]

Sketch of my recent dnd campaign group. "the orphaned exiles"