HSSA and HBFTFS Pre-screenings are now early to watch on THK+
HSSA and HBFTFS English Dub pre-screenings could reportedly go live and stream on THK+ this Monday, May 18, according to a leaked THK affiliate email. The listed promo window runs from May 18 to May 21, right before Shenzhen Shuguang's earnings call.
If true, Sweetstar is probably about to kick off the pre-stream campaign for their next title, however, the English dubs are only available on the US only, the show internationally would stream the Mandarin Chinese ones with English Subtitles.
This drabble was inspired by this post.
While I don't think there is a reason why Keyleth would know the Zeph’aeratam, I do agree that she would do some sort of Ashari ritual to help with her anxiety, especially far from home.
Keyleth is a morning person as an adult but wasn’t a morning person as a child. For the first five or six years of her life, Vilya would wake her up early in the morning to teach her how to channel the dawn’s energy and use it as fuel for her day. The few times Keyleth accompanied her mother in her morning rituals, she sat under the cherry tree surrounded by flowers and cherry blossom petals as she watched Vilya meditate and commune with nature.
When Vilya left for her Aramenté, Keyleth didn’t find any other reason to leave her bed early, so Korrin would often let her sleep in as much as she wanted, and Keyleth lost the connection she had with mornings. After a few years with no news from Vilya, Keyleth started fearing the worse, and the hope that her mother would return became a flame on a windy day. Korrin was surprised when one early morning, shortly after Keyleth’s tenth birthday, the girl showed up in the kitchen, ready with her Ashari attire, and promptly informed him that she would like to go and meditate with him that day. And so she did, every morning until her 20th birthday.
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Vax had trouble sleeping one night – stupid owls and their loud hoots on the tree branches – so when he got up to relive his bladder, as the first signs of dawn peeked through the woods, he was only half-surprised to see Keyleth’s bedroll empty.
He found her not too far from camp, in a little nook in the trees, sitting cross-legged on the soft and damp dewy morning grass, with a myriad of colorful flowers sprouted around her – which Vax realized she had to have druidcrafted them because that was the only area with such colorful flowers around them.
Keyleth’s eyes were closed, and she looked at peace, breathing slowly through her nose. Vax quietly sat with his back against a tree, observing her with more adoration than a simple fellow party member should. She looked radiant with the glow of the morning sun peeking through the thick canopy – now that Vax noticed, that light seemed to be focused on her as well, like a divine spotlight – and her red hair was a tangled mess that looked like flames spreading through a forest. However, she was already wearing her usual Ashari clothes and armor.
Vax had to contain a gasp because suddenly, Keyleth was floating a few inches in the air, still cross-legged but floating. He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms, not believing what his still tired and sleepy eyes were seeing: Keyleth's hair flowed around her as if surrounded by a breeze, and Vax understood why she hadn’t bothered to comb her hair, because as the wind picked up around her, Keyleth's locks ebbed and flowed with it, swirling around her head, leaving Vax’s heart beating fast in his chest in admiration.
Just as sudden as it had picked up, the wind ceased, and Keyleth’s hair softly fell down her back again as she slowly drifted back onto the ground. Vax waited with bated breaths for five minutes until she finally started to stir, coming out of her meditation. He slinked back into the shadows, not wanting her to know he had seen her in what looked to be such an intimate ritual, and he returned to camp.
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Keyleth opened her eyes with a curl of a smile on the corner of her mouth. Vax’s pride was in being sneaky, but the wind knows all, and the wind speaks to her. The wind had told her of the lithe, shadowy figure sitting against the tree observing her, and it had asked her if she wanted it gone. No, let him stay. For the first time since Keyleth left Zephrah, she didn’t meditate alone, and Vax's presence brought her the comfort she needed to elevate her meditation and reach a new high.
That morning, for the first time in her life, Keyleth truly felt one with the wind, and that was the feeling she held on to later that day when, in the middle of a fight, she called the wind to surround her and turned into an Air Elemental for the first time.
obsessed with the thought of imogen being fascinated with laudna's undead body might turn this in a 5 + 1 have this 300 something words in the meantime
When they start traveling together, Imogen, who is usually preoccupied with minds, is eventually struck by the need to know about Laudna's body.
Laudna picks at her lips constantly. Sometimes she does it so much she gives herself tiny cuts and her lips become speckled with tiny droplets of black ichor. She catches them with the tip of her pale tongue, self-conscious, whenever Imogen looks at her. She smiles apologetically, doesn’t realise her teeth are smeared black.
“Bad habit, I know.” Her spindly hands goes into her pocket. Imogen doesn’t know it yet, but she’s petting Pâté for comfort.
“I don’t mind.” Imogen says. She’s not fully in Laudna’s head, yet, but she can feel the gentle thrum of her mind reverberating from her, the note a little higher than usual. The cuts on her lips are bleeding again. Laudna’s injuries take days to heal and disappear suddenly leaving no scar, as if her body is unsure what to do with them. Imogen wonders what her blood feels like: if it’s more viscous than her own is, if it tastes the same.
Laudna is still smiling. She can stay very still for a lot of time, Imogen has noticed. She’s not breathing, right now, but she usually does, maybe out of habit, maybe because she likes the sensation. She will have to ask her, later. Laudna licks her lips. Her teeth become even blacker. Now it looks like she ate a something raw and bloody. She’s still looking at her, and the pitch of her buzzing mind is getting louder and louder.
“Really, Laudna. It’s no problem at all,” Imogen reaches for Laudna’s cheek. It’s taut like the skin of a drum, velvety and cold like marble. She’s still not breathing. Laudna’s mind goes quiet. Imogen has to fight the urge to smear the ichor on her lips with her thumb, just to know what it would feel like. “You look good”, she says instead. She immediately regrets it, but Laudna throws back her head and gives a loud sobbing howl, her shoulders shaking. It’s a sound like she has never heard before and it’s with a thrill of excitement that Imogen realises that Laudna is laughing.
Branches clawed at his clothes and face and he and Cassandra dashed through the Parchwood forest. Arrows whistled overhead as the Briarwoods’ soldiers shot at them. Percy curled further into himself as they ran, trying to make himself a smaller target. The shouting of the guards and howling of the dogs drew nearer and nearer as the pair stumbled through the woods. Cass ran a few feet in front of him as they drew nearer to the edge of the river that flowed through the forest.
Another volley of arrows arced over his head and found a home in Cassandra’s body as they neared the river bank. She fell in the snow, her eyes meeting his just as he jumped into the freezing river. Another arrow found its mark and buried itself deep in Percy’s shoulder. He hit the water with a splash, ignoring the searing pain in his shoulders, he desperately tried to keep his head above the rushing rapids as he was washed away from Whitestone.
Yeah I don’t know how backgrounds work, and this is sketchy as hell, but I still wanted to contribute to this week, so,,,,,
Day 1 Widobrave Week, pre-stream
Just a little goblin girl and her wizard friend on their way to a town called Trostenwald
[ID: A sketchy, digital drawing of two figures walking towards a hazy town in the distance, on a dirt road with grass and forests to either side. The one on the left is a short, skinny goblin with most of her body covered in baggy gray clothes and bandages. Next to her is a taller human man with red hair, wearing a dirty jacket, boots, and travel gear, as well as bandages on his arms. They are holding hands, with the goblin leading.]
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