#prisma writes

[prismatica-the-strange]

Things Derek Hale Puts Up With Does because he Loves His Wife

Putting way too may pillows on the bed

Sleeping under a super soft and fluffy comforter

Dancing in the living room at two am

Picking her up whenever she wants

Helping her around the house when she needs it

Installing a ramp onto the front porch and a lift inside for when she has a bad pain day

Waking up in the middle of the night when she has a nightmare to comfort her

Letting her pick the granite countertops even though he wanted marble

Swapping out the throw pillows on the couch every once in a while

Painting the bathroom lavender

Moving to Florida to get away from both their trauma

Staying at Animal Kingdom even though he likes Coronado better

Wearing his red Henley when she's feeling even the slightest bit down because she says it make him look cuddly

Letting her cling to him like a koala

Taking her to the beach even though he's not a fan of sand or swimming really

Making her food all the time

Pinning her to the couch with cuddles

Kissing her in the rain just to be sappy

Learning Japanese to help calm her down and communicate when she forgets English

Watching the cheesiest movies

Taking her pain when it gets bad, and even when it's minimal

Loves her as her human self, pain and struggle included, because she doesn't want to be turned

#derek and bradey #Derek Hale #derek hale x reader #<- since I never specifically mention names #though it has self ship specific plotlines #prisma writes #self shipping #derek hale x disabled reader #disabled reader

[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Got myself deep in the gut-wrenching feels right before work. How am I supposed to go act normal for 7 hours???

My blorbo's are falling in deep, all consuming life changing love, and you want me to perform for the capatalism???

#this is about duckiedeer #appleradio #radioapple #i have a realllllyyyyy good fic I'm writing but i had to stop so could compose myself before my ride get here #asexual alastor #duckiedeer #qpt duckiedeer #a prisma post

[startistdoodles]

Toying with the idea of having Dark Matter Blade come back and live in Dreamland with Gooey sometime in the future. He would still have his scar from the DL2 incident where the Rainbow Sword scorched him.

(Bonus)

...It would be an awkward encounter.

#my art #kirby #dark matter blade #dark matter swordsman #prisma knight #gooey #kirby oc #i just really like writing him and i kinda want him to come back lol #sorry prisma uhhhh you can just look the other way #kirby (character)

[ohnoitspheo]

Ok so big news about Prismatic! 🎉

I’ve thought long and hard about it and the whole Angel and lizard thing doesn’t make any sense. So I’ve decided to make everyone human. 💃 Enjoy the new redesigns!

APRIL FOOLS!

P-please put the tomatoes down…

#nij prisma #nova borealis #RIP LIZARD NOVA #I've decided I don't like them anymore and this is a lot easier for me to write without all that distracting monster stuff #oc #original character #original characters #If you couldn't tell this is an april fools joke #I love lizards please put the tomatoes down #human au

[prismatic-cannon]

Strange and alien, primitive and peculiar. They are unlike any flora or fauna known to man. From time immemorial, men have feared these misshapen entities, of which came to be known as mushi. (​​蟲)

#prisma arts #persona 5 #shuyuu #yuuki mishima #mishima yuuki #bich you thought you saw the last of me #(poses) #it's 9am come get more moon moon!!!!! #anyway this will be fic ... one day #i'm a bit worried bc i can't fall back on like #stupid humour this time like with part-time work full-time love #and the writing actually has to be nice and pretty #but i've been operating on the mindset of any mishima content is still mishima love #please wait for me mushima (clenches fist) #if i can do the cooking i can do the cleaning #i have another shorter one shot in the works so that may come out first #EDIT: i'm so stupid i forgot to mention this is a mushishi au #just in case anyone was wondering lmao

[lucent-nargacuga]

The Snow Queen and the Winter Star

A short but sweet 12-chapter fanfic set in the Kirby universe featuring my OC Celesta Knight and @startistdoodles' OC Prisma Knight! Takes place before the Astral Birth event.

Content warning: contains mentions of violence, injury, and death.

Introduction and chapter release dates below the cut!

After arriving in Dreamland, being confronted by Meta Knight and barely surviving the resulting battle, a mysterious traveller – Celesta Knight – flees into one of the forested regions of the land and later finds herself on death’s door once again. Fortunately, Prisma Knight finds the stranger by chance and rescues her…

Shenanigans ensue!

Chapter 1: Alone was released on Friday, April 14th, and can be found here.

Chapter 2: Finding a mysterious stranger was released on Friday, April 21st, and can be found here.

Chapters 3 & 4 will be announced when they are close to completion.

#the snow queen and the winter star #prisma knight #celesta knight #capri writes

[turtle-trash]

After I made this I actually looked it up and apparently corvids don’t actually have a sort of attraction to shiny things but honestly I’m just gonna have him like shiny things anyways. Giving this bird autism one drawing at a time am I rite fellas

[prisma knight belongs to @startistdoodles ]

#kirby oc #meta knight #i think prisma is very neat. I also think Edgar would think the same #also as I was writing that I just realized #prisma 🤝 Edgar. going through a traumatic experience that left them w scars

[lily-of-the-flame]

If one of my posts about my WIPs got to 10k notes I think I could live with that. For example, this post:

It has a bunch of relevant links that could come in handy. Or this one:

Which should motivate you to give feedback.

Alternatively this post could get notes and direct people to those other posts.

Unfortunately, very few of my WIP posts get notes.

Any ideas?

As a reward for reading all of this, you get a summary of chapter one of Prisma:

*Ahem* Jade did something stupid and was arrested. Shortly before her execution, god broke her out of prison. Then she robbed him.

#ryft #prisma #knights of the dawn #my wip fic #my wips #wip #current wip #work in progress #writing #original content #jade #belior

[clusterbuck]

fuck it friday

hello i haven’t been writing much recently but this week i have been tagged in various snippet-y things by uhhh at least @rewritetheending @messyhairdiaz @buckactuallys @capseycartwright @thatbuddie @the-likesofus @ajunerose @sibylsleaves

so here is a snippet of the kris birthday fic that is Still not done now that i’ve spoiled the premise on the podcast shdjf

Buck turns to head for the bar, but Eddie calls out his name and waits until he turns back. “Just—remember we have an early morning tomorrow.”

“I know,” Buck says. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

And Eddie doesn’t believe in jinxes, or curses, or the universe, or anything remotely supernatural, but—that feels like tempting fate, somehow.

“What’s tomorrow?” Hen asks, once Buck’s at the bar.

Eddie groans. “They’re opening a new Prisma near us.”

Hen, Chimney, and Bobby make understanding noises, but across the table, Ravi frowns. “Why does that mean an early morning?”

“Chris wants a bucket, doesn’t he?” Hen asks.

“We do need a new one,” Eddie admits. “But I tried to buy one last week, and he wasn’t having any of it.”

“Why are all of you acting like what you’re saying makes perfect sense?” Ravi asks. “What do buckets have to do with anything?”

“You’ve never lined up for a free bucket?” Bobby asks.

“For a what?”

“Free bucket,” Chimney says. “They hand them out at store openings and stuff to get people to come. Don’t ask me why, but Finnish people fucking love a free bucket.”

“You say that as if you don’t have multiple free buckets in your apartment,” Hen says, and Chimney grins.

“No, I too love a free bucket,” he says.

“Buckets,” Ravi repeats, like he doesn’t really know what to do with this information. “Just—buckets?”

“I think the first one was because they had a bucket surplus,” Bobby says. “And then it just—”

“Fucking love a free bucket,” Chimney repeats.

“And Chris has gotten it into his head that we need to be there at some kind of ungodly hour to start queueing to make sure we get a bucket,” Eddie says. “So—”

“No, Chris is right,” Hen says. “You only get free buckets as long as supplies last. You want to make sure you’re in line nice and early.”

tagging everyone mentioned above if u haven’t fucked it friday yet and also @hattalove @leothil @oatflatwhite @eddiediazes @burnthatbridge @ghosthunterbuck @homerforsure

#shush emma #emma writes #the inherent comedy of making eddie diaz say the word prisma

[mimikiplovesgaming]

Okay so Star ripped out my heart (affectionately) with her Prisma origins comic, so I think a little special someone is gonna have to come in and lighten up the queen's mood. @startistdoodles , this one's for you ❤️

Paper Wings 🦋

The Star Warriors were a proud group of fighters, everyone knew that. More and more of them had come out of hiding after Kirby's famous defeat of NME, taking on newer threats to the universe- Dark Matter and their Master, Zero. The warriors sent their best to conquer the plague of Dark Matter, only to lose them to the darkness.

Only one survived the encounter with a cost.

Lady Prisma, an ex-star warrior, now queen of her own kingdom, was the one to survive. The cost had been her pride and joy: her glittering gossamer wings. It forced her to retire, and acted like a scar of shame and weakness in her eyes.

She stared at the two marks where her beautiful wings once were in the mirror of her chambers, her eyes staring off in longing. 'Maybe it would've been better to die with my wings...than to survive without them.' She thought in the back of her mind, picturing the shattered reflection of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by her door opening by a little pink Waddle Dee entering with a flower in their nubby hand.

"Wanya! Wa-...wanya? (Queen! I found this for you-...are you okay?)" It was Widdle Dee, their faithful and tiny right hand. They stopped upon seeing the expression Prisma wore, looking concerned at their mother figure.

"Oh-! Widdle! Sorry, I'm quite alright." Prisma quickly brushed away her thoughts and feelings, putting on her fur-lined cloak in a bit of a rush to hide her scars. "Oh, did you find that in the fields? It's so pretty, Widdle!" She walked up to her pint sized compatriot and placed a hand on their head, ruffling the green and yellow cap they wore (a woven copy of Kirby's sword hat, lovingly crafted).

Widdle nodded and held the flower up to Prisma, who then tucked it into the lapel on her cape. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll cherish it always." She smiled. "Now I'm off to tend to some things in the gardens, alright dear? I won't be long, and then we'll have lunch together."

Widdle nodded with a beaming expression and a salute as Prisma left her chambers towards her royal gardens. After making sure the coast was clear, Widdle took off with lightning speed towards the library. They noticed that earlier expression she wore- she had that expression every time she looked in the mirror at her back. Widdle hated seeing their royal friend in such despair...but they had an idea. And they needed paper- lots and lots of paper.

Widdle stayed in the library while the Queen tended to her royal duties. Other servants watched in confusion as Widdle tore pages out of books and painted over them with glue, getting some on their cheek in the process. When lunch time rolled around, Prisma had to go searching for her tiny friend. "Widdle? Widdle? Honey, lunch is ready! Where are you?"

"Wanya! Wanya! (In here! Close your eyes!)" Widdle could be heard coming from the library door. Close her eyes? What could Widdle be doing? "Alright, my eyes are closed. I'm coming in." She announced and stepped into the library with her hands over her eyes as promised. "Aah...wanya! (Aaand...open them!)"

When Prisma opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the mess of books and paper on the ground. Glue marks stained the rug and dripped off of the tables. It was like a tornado blew through her castle! Standing in the middle of the mess was Widdle, covered in paper shavings and glue. They held something in their hands, something that looked like...paper wings.

"Wanya...wa wan wanya wa. Wa...wanya wanya! (You always look so sad when you look at your wings...so I made you some!)" Widdle exclaimed and held up the pair to the queen. The wings were made from different pieces of torn out book pages and glued together in the shape of the wings she once bore, and covered in obscene amounts of glitter. There were straps attached with string so they could be worn. "Wanya? (Do you like them?)"

Prisma was silent, staring down at her little Dee. Widdle did this...for her? Tears welled up in her aqua eyes as she kneeled down and scooped Widdle up into a tight and warm hug. "You didn't have to do this for me...oh Widdle. I don't know what to say... they're beautiful..." She sniffled and took off her cloak, slipping the set of wings on her back. They were a little floppy, but it made her feel... lighter inside. She couldn't fly with them of course, yet it was still heartwarming to know Widdle had made them for her.

She took Widdle's hand and smiled. "I'll never take them off unless I have to, my little one. They're perfect. Thank you, truly." Prisma pressed a kiss to their head. "Let's go eat our lunch, yes? Then..." She looked back at the mess of the library. "We'll clean this up afterwards."

"Wanya! (Yes milady!)" Widdle giggled and skipped along beside the queen as they headed off to eat, the paper wings fluttering and glittering as they walked.

#my writing #writing drabble #kirby #kirby right back at ya #prisma knight #widdle dee #kirby oc #gift for a friend #hope you like this! #this was fun to write! #i love me some hurt/comfort after some good angst #luv you Star!!

[prismatica-the-strange]

Smut! This is smut! 18+ only!!!

Eddie is absolutely a sub leaning switch, and he loves being subby for you.

But sometimes he will just push you down into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight, and fuck you.

And it's not even a dominance thing.

Sometimes he just gets so needy that, if given the proper opportunity and consent, he'll take what he needs.

Laying his body on top of yours, arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, pulling them apart so he can sink deeper into you.

And he's desperate about it. His hips snapping into you so fast before just harshly grinding against yours because you feel so perfect and he doesn't want to leave your heat.

Whining into your neck the whole time. Whimpering thank yous and pleases.

And even in that moment where he was so desperate to fuck you and cum, he needs to make you cum first. Needs to feel your hands pull at his hair, to hear you gasp his name, to feel you clench around him. Needs it like oxygen, before he could even imagine cumming.

And when you do his jaw goes slack as he let's out the most pathetic whining moan as he ruts into you faster. Breathy mixes of your name and pleases falling from his tongue begging you for nothing and everything at the same time.

And if you tell him 'inside' and pull him so close and tight he couldn't get away (as if he'd try) his entire brain will short circut for a moment before he looks up at you with big eyes.

"B-b-but-"

"Be a good boy and fill me with cum," you coo, cutting off whatever half-hearted objection he was trying get out. And it works.

If you thought he was a desperate mess before, he's a new level of beast now.

Breath and body trembling with every thrust, big wet kisses and bites on any skin he can reach, big hands pushing your legs back as far as they can physically go.

Then he goes completely rigid, your name a strained cry as his orgasm hits him.

His entire body turns to jello and he just shudders in your arms as you stroke his hair.

Reblogs > Likes

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader smut #prisma writes

[rainarainbows]

Short Story from my universe PR

@shadow-gray-5341 here some of my writing

The year was 1969, setting is at a court building within New York and it’s midnight.

Harry Walker had headed out on the rooftops to get some fresh air. He then taken a whisky jar from his hand and stared at it.

“Do I need you?” Question Harry to himself.

Harry then frown as he then was startle and heard a crow. Harry had look up to see an actually crow. The crow then flew in the air as it landed on the bar of the rooftops and stared at Harry. Harry then giggled.

“Who would put glasses on a crow?” Question Harry.

“Oi, I would!” Said the crow with a chuckle.

Harry’s eyes then widened as he stared at the whiskey jar and blink multiple times then back at the crow.

“Don’t bloody worry not the whiskey.” Said the crow.

Harry then look back at the whisky jar in his left hand, he then look back at the crow but to see a human.

“Crow McCartney?” Question Harry with a small smile on his face.

“Been a bloody time hasn’t it?” Question Crow as their black wings spread out and was in her crow form. He then transform more into a humanoid form. Crow then had step down from the edge of the rooftops and given Harry a happy look.

——-

Flash Back

Harry giggle as Crow grab Harry’s hand and the two hid behind the bleachers.

“Ya sure?” Question Crow as he fix his ginger curls.

“Y-yeah!” Said Harry as he blush.

The two were 17, Crow and their sister Rowan were now going to the school in Iowa instead of California where they live. The two could do this since they could teleport back from Iowa to California.

“Ya-“ Said Crow.

“Just kiss me!” Said Harry with joy.

Crow then had grab Harry’s face as Crow kissed Harry’s lips. Crow then let go and Harry frown.

“Wh-what?” Question Crow.

“Why you stop?” Question Harry with a small giggle as he blush.

“Oh.” Said Crow with a smirk and giggle.

Crow then lean down to Harry and kiss Harry’s lips once again.

Harry was young and confused but not anymore once he kiss Crow’s, Crow McCartney lips.

——-

Flash Back Over

Harry’s eyes bink muplite nb. times once again as he blush, Crow then notice this and blush back.

“You stalking me, McCartney?” Question Harry which he was a little drunk but still his normal self or well somewhat.

“No, my sister works here.” Said Crow.

Crow then tilt their head as they saw the whisky jar and place his hand on it, she then realized their hand was now touching Harry’s.

The two then blush as Harry’s head park up and saw hearts in Crow’s eyes.

“You now drink, espically on working hours?” Question Crow with a frown.

“I-I.” Said Harry.

“I, what?” Question Crow.

“I thought it help me, scared of the insane asylum.” Said Harry as tears form into his eyes.

“Don’t ya remember I told ya how nice and high tech the immortal realm is?” Question Crow as they cupped Harry’s face.

Harry blush, his face turning beat red. But he then smiled, Crow smiled as he miss those crooked buck teeth of Harry’s. Crow wanted to say the words but they thought it was too soon.

Harry then place the whisky jar on the edge bar of the rooftops, his hand reaching for Crow’s hand. Their hands now finally touching as Harry lean his forehead agaisnt Crow’s forehead which he had to get on his tippy toes.

“Miss you.” Said Harry as he let a drunken hiccuped out.

Crow then blushed as he look down at Harry’s freckle face.

“I’m sorry.” Groan Harry.

Crow let out a small giggle then spoken.

“For what?” Question Crow.

“For forgetting of the immortal realm and your words, your beautiful words.” Said Crow.

“Are you a poet?” Giggle Harry as he question Crow.

“Sadly no, but I do miss ya as well.” Said Crow.

“Yeah?” Question Harry.

“Of bloody course!” Said Crow.

“Crow? Kiss me!” Said harry as he pouted at Crow while looking up at Crow.

“Thought you never ask!” Gigggle Crow as he cupped Harry’s face and kiss his lips.

#my writing #short story #writing #Prisma realms #art

[prismatic-starstuff]

after all, why shouldn't i?

why shouldn't I write about Astarion laying naked in the sunlight he would normally be burning in and stroking himself to the climax he normally wouldn't be able to achieve and feeling so satisfied and boneless and pleasantly overwhelmed by that climax that he pisses all over himself and just lets it happen and enjoys it because he's free and he can and no-one's going to tell him otherwise

#piss kink mention #spicy #in which prisma muses about something they might write

[wardenwyrd]

happy WBW! i am so intrigued by prisma and wonder if you could go into a little more detail abt the colour coding? :)

Thank you for the ask! Conveniently, this is actually the subject of my brainrot and thus you are a very kind mutual. Sorry if this is a bit incoherent btw. I'll deep-dive the specific components at a later date.

The colour coding is a huge part of Prisma both in it's conception and worldbuilding. Each story revolving around their respective protagonist is coded a colour (I.E, Jack's story and red); themes, ideas, and symbolism regarding this occur both in a meta way and in an in-universe way.

Neat fact: Prisma is a play on the word "Prismatic", nodding to the fact that white can be split into the spectrum of colours by a prism.

Quick Breakdown of Prisma:

Prisma is the setting of these stories, and colours - hues are the primary power/magic system. A surreal other-land where figurative can become literal and vice versa. Hues are it's fundamental building block, existing both as an abstract but also a resource. Here is where our three protagonists come in: at some point in their stories they become 'Key Figures', a facet of that colour embodied in a person. I'll elaborate on that particular concept in another post.

I'll give you the rundown on each protagonist and their relation to the colour coding. These aren't the only aspects of the hues, but the main ones.

Jack, Red -

“It doesn’t matter what powers you hold, or the trials you’ve faced; as long as I reach into the four corners, my Judgement is tangible irregardless.”

Red watches over rules and conventions. It's a hue of hierarchy, of domination and submission, of judgement. It works with the pre-existing fabric of things, tending towards tangling things in it's rules rather than violating it's own tenets.

There's also another aspect integral to red: Mediums. In Prisma, a Medium is not someone who merely gazes ghosts, but possess sight that stretches past horizons; the domain of a medium is to wrench meaning from things. Mediumship as a quality is inherently linked to the hue of red.

What this means for Jack, my favourite red-eyed little bastard, is that his power is in pulling at exposed threads. People constantly transgress all sorts of rules - personal, natural, even physical rules; it just isn't noticed. Jack as a key figure is an Arbiter. By acknowledging a transgression the appropriate punishment is applied automatically as a principle of Prisma itself.

He can gaze at the True Names of things, unravel their nature and bring forth what lays dormant.

As a whole it also ties in with Jack's character and background. There's more to it but I'll elaborate on a dedicated post.

Hel, Blue -

Blue is to expand and grow endlessly. It's boon and plight is that everything that that it is will behold genesis, but all that they are is the horizon's boundary

The sky, the ocean; a roiling pit of genesis from which life sprung. Blue is desire and manifestation - the self crystalised into something tangible. In it's purest form as a hue it is creation unbridled. However, blue - deep, roiling blue, horizon spanning azure - is crystallisation of self. It's dominion ends past the boundary of self, past the ownership of such a minor existence.

Blue can create vast shapes and forms, even spring life to being with it's lustre, yet it has no control over that which it did not create.

Hel first wields this hue in the form of the Principle class artefact 'The Flask', a portion of the sky stolen and inverted long ago, bound by it's own genesis. Hel's character arc is about identity and assumptions, of presumed boundaries and humanity. And how enough imagination can transcend flesh.

Absorbing The Flask at the precipice of death something much vaster, and above all free. The key limitations of this hue remain true, but post-rebirth Hel's entire body is comprised of blue, they let it seep into the ground and spread themselves vast and wide. Something brilliantly inhuman.

Dorothea, Purple -

Pocket watches running in parallel and paradox to the march of moons

Such an awfully royal colour, and so fitting is it for sovereignty to be it's domain. Many things hold power over others: the moon over night and the passage of time, the land from which things sprout, and of course what every person owns: themself.

Dorothea's sovereignty is to fragment - split things into parts, isolate them and take ownership. If she wins ownership over something she can even fragment it's time; send things backwards, freeze things into a single state, steal something's time spent.

Red, Blue, and Purple form a colour triad, and one of purple's specialities is 'borrowing' from these. Out of all the hues Purple is the only one able to use aspects of another by collecting fragments belonging to them.

To the Lilac Sovereign what may be someone's present is merely a puzzle to rearrange to their whims.

Without subjects sovereignty means nothing. Thus, in pursuit of her own royalty Dorothea fragmented herself to become her very own pawn.

Extra Tidbits :

The powers a hue possesses has a lot to do with the associations and symbols connected with them, and while each hue has a scope of it's own they can present in several ways. A key figure is a pure manifestation and expression of the hue, often taking a specific thematic direction. Hues are used by others in the form of materials imbued with it naturally, artefacts, or by acquiring it as a part of oneself.

Red as a hue is violent and bloody and passionate, essential yet bitter like blood. That's kind of why I went with hierarchy/rules. Also got some prey/predator stuff going on.

Blue, to me, is a colour of imagination, creation, and things so vast it's terrifying. Think like life arising from the sea.

Royalty for purple, obviously, but I think it's a very moon-ish, celestial and mystical colour. Time, both as an invention to understand the passing of events better, and as a natural mechanism are very big here.

There are other hues and such and they do stuff but I'm focusing on blue, red, and purple as they're the colours of the respective protagonists.

The colour triad dynamic is kind of:

Red is concerned with rules and convention, judging and causing conclusion in the present.

Blue is creating things anew in the present that persist.

Purple isn't tethered to present: rearranging and altering the state of things.

ALSO: I really didn't want to do like "Red=Fire" or something and I wanted something symbolic to fit my surreal little world so the hues do not function in such a straightforward way.

#writeblr #fantasy writing #worldbuilding #WIP: Prisma #asks #uhhh this may be incoherent rambling #vibeful worldbuilding and nonconventional magic systems my beloved #extra hidden lore: the setting was created by the hue [WHITE] which scattered into the primary and secondary hues now present #There's so much stuff I'm not gonna bring up because I'll just ramble again #OC: Jack #OC: Dorothea #OC: Hel

[dodgebolts]

luce marco mengoni is a dnf song through and through. send tweet

#it even gets the fucking light metaphor LIKE #I would write a song fic about it if I could write properly but alas I cannot write more than a paragraph without wanting to throw up #also caro amore lontanissimo that one also goes nuts #big fan of every song on materia pelle and most on materia prisma. would recommend

[lucent-nargacuga]

The Snow Queen and the Winter Star

Chapter 2: Finding a mysterious stranger

A shriek could be heard from afar, somewhere within the same forest that Prisma Knight happened to be venturing through. While many noisy creatures inhabited Popstar, this shriek didn’t sound like it came from any ordinary creature that lived here. It sounded alien, yet almost familiar — in an uncanny way.

The sound immediately made Prisma Knight nervous, and she wanted to run away. That screech sounded like one of pain, though, and its eerie familiarity made her reconsider. After a moment, she decided she had to go investigate. She would try to stay hidden, however, lest the situation turned sour.

She would not regret her decision.

Prisma Knight carefully made her way towards the source of that frightening sound. She had no idea what she would find, if she would even find anything at all. Despite that, something compelled her to keep searching; perhaps it was compassion, or instinct, or something else entirely.

A few minutes later, something caught Prisma Knight’s eye. It was the unmistakable glint of metal. Prisma Knight continued towards the metallic glint, anxious as she wondered what exactly she would find. Whatever it was, it seemed to be at the bottom of a small ravine — Prisma Knight just hoped that it wasn’t a trap.

It wasn’t. Once she was close enough, she saw what she was searching for, and it made her heart sink. An unfamiliar puffball — not just any puffball, a knight — was lying on the ground at the bottom of the ravine, flat on her back, and unconscious. For a few moments, Prisma Knight could only stare in shock.

Then, she cautiously descended the side of the ravine to get a closer look, still taken aback by what she was seeing. When she reached the bottom, she could barely believe her eyes.

That had to be the biggest puffball she’s ever seen.

Prisma Knight continued to stare at the unconscious puffball, who didn’t look like any other puffball she ever saw. However, it didn’t take her long to snap out of her shock. She knew she had to do something — she couldn’t just leave the puffball like this! She decided to gently nudge her with her staff, preparing to flee if the puffball turned out to be aggressive.

At first, nothing happened. Prisma Knight nudged the puffball again and again, and a few more times after that. Finally, just as Prisma Knight was about to give up, the puffball opened her eyes and let out a quiet, confused chirp.

Prisma Knight was silent for a moment, but then spoke up.

“You’ve come to.”

In response, the puffball blinked a few times, visibly confused.

“I’ve… What? Where…?” The puffball said quietly. Prisma Knight frowned.

“You’re awake. Can you get up?”

The puffball did not answer.

“…I’ll take that as a no. Here, I’ll help you,” Prisma Knight said. She carefully held both of the puffball’s hands, and attempted to lift her up. The puffball was tremendously heavy — she couldn’t even move her.

Prisma Knight had to let go. After a moment, however, she had an idea. She decided she would try rolling the puffball over, so she attempted to lift one of her massive wings – specifically, the one that appeared to be damaged – first to see if moving her was even possible.

It took great effort, but Prisma Knight managed to lift the puffball’s wing and eventually got her to roll over. From there, Prisma Knight helped her stand up.

Prisma Knight quickly noticed that the puffball didn’t look well. Her stance was wobbly, there was a dull, exhausted look in her eyes, and she seemed a little short of breath despite having done nothing but stand up.

“...You don’t look good. Are you okay? Do you need me to take you somewhere?” Prisma Knight asked, worry in her voice.

“Please. I’ve been out here for so long,” the puffball begged.

“Alright then. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

With that, Prisma Knight carefully took the puffball’s gloved hand and led the both of them out of the ravine.

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