#ersh thinks

[ersh-ova]

i LOVE how hk community collectively decided that Pale King gets the news about the infection from City of Tears' sentry (flying or ground one). It's like. A fandom created character at this point. We should give them a name already. Like Messenger Sentry or Possessed Sentry etc.

Link: https://youtu.be/w3AsJ1kBKGo?si=wbfiCQ6rhqiVpLFz

Link: https://youtu.be/dltm6G3HDAc?si=iqbB5hh2pXB1WmSE

Link: https://youtu.be/G6g8yfvYCQc?si=ZqrmlKXu3LRskmp8

Link: https://youtu.be/xU1Fmv6lEoo?si=BxbpyUY9zyJHOqE_

Link: https://youtu.be/GpZXnGUfz9A?si=EPy8m3CwL9iDmgmU

Guys it's not a coincidence anymore.

IT'S FANON.

#ersh thinks #ersh hollow knight #hollow knight #hk #hollow knight fandom #hk fandom #fandom #fandom thoughts #fandom tag #fandom things #city of tears #pale king #hk pale king #hollow knight pale king #i'm interested in hk sentries not only because i have a sentry oc i swear

[ersh-of-history]

some shuisky scetches i made recently

and some whump things

#ersh hist post #ersh art #art #artisits on tumblr #history fanart #scetch #scetching #traditional scetch #russian history #shuposting #whump art #kinda? i think the last two are kinda whump so

[thetoxicgamer]

New Skyrim Mod Revolutionises First-Person Play in Ageing Bethesda RPG

In the now twelve-year-old Bethesda RPG game, there isn't much that the greatest Skyrim mods haven't polished to a gleaming sheen, but a new, ambitious initiative wants to modernise something that you see more than nearly anything else while playing. By doing so, this mod may end up giving The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim a completely new game feel. While it might be easy to overlook, the first-person animations of your character are something you see almost constantly – and they’re crucial to the experience. Your initial response might be to handwave away their importance, but in doing so you have in fact proven the point; after all, your character’s hand waving is quite literally your main interaction with the world and inhabitants of Skyrim. The Comprehensive First-Person Animation Overhaul mod for Skyrim, or CFPAO for short, comes from creator PolarRobotFrog, who says that the project includes “thousands (yes, I checked and it is actually in the thousands) of first-person animations” to replace those in the original game. They explain, “This mod replaces almost every single vanilla animation from the first-person perspective, and even adds some unique ones depending on what weapon or school of magic you’re using.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE-Jq1XmsfM That means, whether you favour sword and shield, dual war axes, or any range of magic from the various schools of Restoration, Destruction, Conjuration, Alteration, and Illusion, CFPAO will polish up your experience for a modern eye. There are even new animations for Khajiit characters who like to make use of their unarmed combat abilities. PolarRobotFrog notes that there are a few key exceptions. For example, they haven’t changed the animations used while sneaking, as they say “it was being super buggy and I have no idea why it wasn’t working,” so there are no changes there for the time being. They’ve also left shield block and bashing animations alone, as “I really couldn’t think of any ways to animate the shield any differently than vanilla.” Helpfully, they do list out all known issues and their current plans for the project alongside the installation guide found on the mod page. They also recommend certain other mods as good companions to CFPAO, such as Ersh’s Precision mod for more accurate melee collision detection and the Skyrim Valhalla combat overhaul from dTry, which aims to modernise the feel of melee combat in line with more recent games such as Assassin’s Creed Valhalla and God of War. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGcos52yykw It might not be as dramatic a difference as turning the Dark Brotherhood questline into a Skyrim Hitman simulator, or opening up a skeleton pizzeria in Skyrim, but CFPAO seems like one of those mods that could become an easy grab for anyone looking to get the best experience out of Skyrim, regardless of what other play preferences you have. If you want to step even further outside the comfort zone of Tamriel, take a look at the best games like Skyrim to get started. You might also want to catch up on the Starfield release date and latest news as Bethesda Games Studio brings their beloved open-world games formula into space. Read the full article

[skyrim-se-best-tree-mod-zl]

Skyrim Mod Adds Over 6, Trees to The Game

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 If I install something like Happy Little Trees, should this go instead of Lush Trees in the guide, or just on top off? I think it looks really great. Edit: Ninja'd by Eliian. Thanks both of you! EVT and HLT both change vanilla trees, so they are not compatible without custom patching the plugins and setting the correct mesh overrides. LOOT 's Masterlist may have been updated since then, so this may not be necessary. You need to be a member in order to leave a comment. Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Already have an account? Sign in here. By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use. Recommended Posts. Halde 7. Posted May Share this post Link to post Share on other sites. Eliian Posted May 22 edited. Mousetick Posted May 23 edited. Edited May 23 by Halde. TechAngel85 0. I've split out this support from the other topic. Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. Register a new account. Sign in Already have an account? Sign In Now. Sign in to follow this Followers 0. Go To Topic Listing. Similar Content. Torchlight is almost non-existent. I've been playing a STEP playthrough for a few weeks, and everything is working great, except one thing that keeps bugging me. Torchlight from held torches Player or NPC is barely noticeable in exterior locations. There will be a slight illumination of the face and immediate surroundings, but in pitch-black locations a torch barely helps at all. Torches in interiors are more noticeable, but the light is pretty washed out and still barely there. Is there a setting that I've missed, or is this by design? Precision - Accurate Melee Collisions by Ersh. Might break my cheat of sneak attacking sleeping draugr in their coffins. Trees and shrubs weird textures. Only real changes I made was download displaytweaks to go over 60 fps which i turned off to see if it was affecting it but it was the same either way , and downloaded lux via using elfx but turned off exteriors and re-ran dyndolod. Is this a dyndolod LOD issue? Not sure what could of caused it. Using happy little trees and its LODS as the main tree replacer. No registered users viewing this page. Sign In Sign Up. Important Information By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use. I accept.

[border-spam]

- Mid COV - 

She could make out the muffled conversation through the pounding in her head just enough to know he was pissed, and the medic team were very worried. She couldn’t understand what they were discussing exactly, but the rapid muttering of what they were sharing with Troy as they surrounded his towering silhouette said enough.

The whole thing was stupid, she was fine. She’d been fine yesterday, she’d been fine 8 hours ago, and she was still fine now. Just tired… and maybe it was just a little hard to move.. or breath… but she was still fine, there wasn’t any need for any of this pointless babying. There were projects to run, engineers waiting for their next orders, she should be in the Mechanicum and not lazing around here on this clinic bed. She was fine.

The medics must have finished reporting to the fuzzy shape of Troy, because she heard him growl something distinctly threatening, followed by the obvious scurry of multiple people trying to leave a room all at once while pretending to be completely calm, probably jamming together in the doorway in their hurry.

She’d laugh if she could watch, but it was hard to see what was happening right now when everything was so… wiggly. Shame, she thought, futilely trying to blink the blur out of her eyes as the room swam around his approaching outline. As he got close enough to come into focus, her feverish brain managed to recognise how bad a sign it was to see him in public wearing his glasses and a dark tank top with baggy pants, instead of his costume.

Lowering to a crouch beside the bed, he hunkered down till they were almost at eye level, and she’d really rather he didn’t look at her that way. Grim. Angry. A little sad. Pity never suited Seifa, and helplessness straight up clashed with her.

“T-this is pointless..” she wheezed, throat burning. “I’m f-fine Troy, it’s a flu.. this is a waste of everyone’s time.”

“Yellow flu” he replied, emotionless in tone as his eyes moved down her shivering outline under the blanket, laying on her side as she faced him. “Yellow flu, you stupid, stubborn bitch.”

She felt a pulse of righteous anger at that and stirred to insult him straight back, but a wave of nausea decided to close her mouth instead. Grimacing against the churning pain in her stomach, she comforted herself that she’d slap him if she wasn’t so tired… and maybe if he didn’t sound so worried.

Sei coughed weakly, attempting to strike up the barter again. “It’s nothing serious enough for all this, people get flu every year, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” he countered, turning to squint at the bag of saline hanging next to the machinery at the side of her bed, wrinkling his nose at the steady drops of the drip counter. Her fevered mind logically concluded he was angry at med equipment. He’d always been an idiot, it was an inanimate object. She’d have to remember to tell him he was stupid later, when it was easier to think and she could move her arms again.

“For God’s sake” she groaned, wishing she could muster a little more intimidation in the voice she was trying to argue him down with, hard to fake confidence when your tongue refused to work right. “There’s too m-much that needs doing, Troy”. He ignored her, still quietly considering the line leading from the saline to the back of the open hand laying in front of her. “There’s that new shipment of titani-”

“Ersh and Kiera are on it” he cut her off, turning back to meet her eyes in calm challenge.

She felt like a scolded child, furious, even as the spike in her blood pressure made both the room spin around her and Troy suddenly blend into the cool shadows lurking behind his back. Time to pull her ace in the hole, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“T.. Tyreen. Tyreen wants.. that .. recall of the..”

“Seifa” he hushed, leaning forwards and resting his elbow on the edge of the bed as his mech arm trailed below it “… I’ll handle Tyreen”.

That, that shocked her. It dawned then that this was serious. That was very unexpected, she wasn’t sure what the next move was for once. He’d swept her legs out from under her, and she felt like she was stumbling forwards in the dark now. He wasn’t just talking shit or trying to argue with her out of stubbornness like usual, it wasn’t one of their stupid games… was it. This was real then, and the rising fear in her chest crushed it even tighter as she panicked, coughing hard against the pull in her lungs. He waited with her for it to pass, brushing sweaty hair out of her face as she heaved in air between shuddering hacks.

“Sei” he whispered when she was able to breathe again, watching her bruised eyelids flutter closed in exhaustion. “What do I do? You’re not meant to ever be sick, or hurt... I don’t know how to fix you…”

If she caught the crack in his voice, she didn’t show it, too lost in the fever and breathing heavily, hoping the deep lung-fulls of cool air would help quell the burning in her chest. “Tell me... about Nekrotafeyo..” she finally managed to rasp through what felt like layers of sand grinding in her throat.

Too worn out to open her eyes, she didn’t get to see how his face lit up or how the worry lines melted away at that request, but she did get to feel the bed shift a moment later as he carefully climbed onto it to sit next to her, and the sudden burst of embarrassment that jolted through her confused brain as the cold steel of his mech arm slipped under the sheet and lay flat against the sticky skin of her burning hot back and side.

A twinge of surviving logic reminded her he couldn’t feel anything he was touching, that there was no reason to be embarrassed by the gesture regardless of if she was pretty sure she was currently naked, and she should focus on the pleasant chill instead. On how much of the biting heat running through her bones was extinguished by the metal he was pressing along the length of her aching body.  A crooked smile played across her chapped lips as the prosthetic’s blessedly cool fingers curved across her bare hip under the thin covers, and he rumbled a quiet laugh at the relief on her face. “Is that better then?”

”… yeah..“ she whispered gratefully, pressing her forehead against the side of his thigh. He smelled like dirt and sandalwood, fresh sweat and gun oil. She could sleep here, she reassured herself. It was fine. It was safe to let herself be weak, just for a little while. No one else would know.

"Well..” he sighed, resting his head against the wall behind the bed as he removed his glasses, folding them in his lap.

“The first thing you gotta understand about Nekrotafeyo, is it was very, very boring…”

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #troy calypso #leech lord #seifa #my writing #my hcs

[casual-eumetazoa]

i’m a perpetually broke grad student so instead of buying gifts for Christmas and birthdays i write fanfics or short stories for friends. Christmas 2019 i asked my best friend to pick up to three genres for his gift story and he told me political drama + classical literature + self-help. i added steampunk sci-fi to that and took that as a challenge...

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A Yule Anthem

(or how to end the monarchy and overthrow the government in twelve* simple steps)

a memoir by Erasmus Waynard Smith, a once royal circuit keeper

 *

Season’s greetings to you, dearest reader. Although I have no way of verifying this, it is quite likely that you are starting this book on the dawn of a Yule, as this is the date my memoir is set to be released. If that is the case, then happy holidays! I wish you all the best. May the spirits of old Earth guard you and support you in all of your endeavors in the upcoming cycle of the Suns.

It is with an unsteady hand that I begin this story, for I have never intended for it to be heard. Indeed, the book you are projecting onto your cornea as of this very moment would not exist if it wasn’t for the efforts, diligence, and, if I may be so frank, stubbornness of a certain someone.

Thirteen months ago, you see, I was approached by Theodosia Pruce – a talented and perceptive lady from the distant, exotic shores of the planet Zanzibar. Miss Pruce was the one who convinced me to put my memories into words, for the sake of future generations. And although I do not give as much as half a bitcoin for the future generations, I was, nonetheless, swayed, by the most generous offer of a personal mansion on a resort world and a fully paid pension for the rest of my physical existence. And so, I am sitting here now, a tall glass of rapidly cooling Roomas juice by my side, and a touchscreen quill pressed tightly in between my fingers, trying to jolt my memory and produce exactly as many words as I was asked for, not a word more, not a word less.

Conveying all the truth and nothing but the truth about these events is an earnest challenge for me. I am an old man of a hundred and fifty now, dearest reader, and 2237 seems centuries away from the present. Back then, I was a young lad of hardly forty, and my mind was full of foolish desires, far-reaching ambitions, and cotton candy. I worked as a royal circuit keeper in her majesty’s planetary servers - a skillful but simple and honest occupation - and, like so many before me and around me, dreamed of preposterous things. Dreamed of success, and money, and love, and a glorious revolution…

Lean back, dearest reader, adjust your mindscreen settings, and let me bring you with me on a trip to the past and tell you how to accomplish what I have somehow accomplished.

step 1: identify your project

This story begins on a dark, uneasy, snowy evening, on the first day of Yule of 2237. The shifts down at the factories and the river banks were rolling to the end, and the work hours just came to a close for all the royal employees. I – your faithful servant – had only about arrived at my usual spot, the Drunk Mongoose pub, when a roar of thunder shook the ground and shattered the glass in the liquor cabinet.

-The forecast didn’t say no thunder snowstorm. -  Said my best friend Arabella, as she fell down into a lumpy seat beside me. – I left Boy outside. If he will get struck by lightning again, I’ll never get the money to replace his burned-out batteries.

-Chill. – I advised, and took a generous sip of my drink. – It don’t seem to be a big one.

As if to disavow my word, the thunder crashed again, with twice as much strength this time. It pulsed through the floor, crackled in the walls and shook the roof above our heads.

-I ain’t likin’ it. – I whispered.

The lights and sounds of the pub were starting to flicker.

-Same. – Arabella retorted, clutching the rackety table with utmost strength.

Side by side, we watched as every single candle and kerosene lamp in the building lingered and died, blown out at once by a rush of electromagnetic wind. A low, irritating murmur reached my ears, and I realized that the entire holographic engine must have gone caput. For the second time this lunar cycle.

-Not again! – Came the exasperated moan of Octavius, the pub owner.

I sighed, and forced myself out of my seat, intent on helping the man with the machine.

-The entire network’s down. – Arabella informed, pointing at the blank projected screen of her pocket watch. – I’m so sick of this, Ersh. They’d promised to fix this back during the wet season!

-Sick of the government? – Yelled some drunken gentlemen from the other side of the pub. – Sick of his majesty’s empty promises?

-Yeah! – Another random visitor of the establishment supported the man enthusiastically.

-Well big mood, I tell ya. – The first man snorted. – Everyone hates them, but ain’t no one gon’ do a thing about it. So get back to your work.

Now I cannot put my finger on why that simple remark had such a profound effect on me… Was it the man’s voice, so full of despair and apathy and subdued anger? Was it my own exhaustion, the quiet rage at the thought of coming back home by foot, through the howling thunder and snow, in the absence of a sky bus? All in all, something must have short-circuited in my mind, as a sat back down, looked Arabella in the eyes and said, in a voice most confident:

-You know what? Let’s overthrow the government.

 step 2: define goals and objectives

On my way home, I was drowning in feverish frenzy, drunk without wine and hopeful beyond reason. Oh, for how long I have dreamt of this! Many a morning I have spent imagining what it would be like to live on a planet fair, unburdened, free from the thralls of corrupt government and incompetent king. I knew that I wanted it, and I knew that every one of us wanted it, and, somehow, despite all common sense, I knew that I could do it.

I stumbled out of the pub and wondered on unsteady feet towards the docks. The snow swirled and raged around me, and my blurry eyes struggled to focus on my surroundings. I stopped at the slope of the northern canal and gazed into the clouded sky, feeling the snowflakes land on my eyelashes and the wind slash my face. I cannot tell you why, dearest reader, but I felt so utterly happy.

-How much for an uber these days? – I announced cheerfully as I approached the line of carriages waiting by the canal.

-Three fifty for a mile. – Echoed one of the drivers – an older lady, who was stroking the head of a white, shabby-looking horse.

-Steep. – I whistled, and swung myself into the carriage. – Hampton Hall please, down at the cross of Richmond and Westby.

She nodded at me, and pushed the minute counter switch. One word to the horse, and I could hear the sound of its metal hooves striking against the cobblestone. I half-sat, half-laid in my seat, staring at the hole-ridden ceiling of the carriage, and listening to the sounds of the dreaming city.

‘Alrighty then’, I thought, pulling out my notebook. It had hardly any charge left, so the bleak night mode would have to suffice.

“Tasks for tomorrow”, I noted down, and drew a flower on each side of the line. “Destroy the government from the inside. Make King Edmund step down from the throne. Profit”.

 step 3: define tasks

It was only at noon next day when the realization of what I just committed myself to hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was enjoying my Roomas (the good kind – they don’t grow it right anymore) with my colleagues at the servers, and suddenly it dawned on me – I was going to take this planet apart, bit by bit. So powerful that was, so profoundly terrifying, that I had to excuse myself and sit in a locked bathroom stall, wheezing, my heart pounding in my chest. A few girls and a man must have heard me, as I was asked repeatedly whether I was okay.

I was not, but I was going to be.

I went straight home after the workday was over. I forced myself to gather my thoughts, and look rationally at this situation. This task, though ambitious, no doubt, could surely be accomplished. I knew this planet, knew it through and through. I knew politics too – it was the first thing I ever studied in university, and I hated it, I’ll admit, but it was useful nonetheless. All I needed was to sit down, think it through, and draft a plan.

And that is precisely what I did.

 step 4: build your team

We met in the abandoned park by the lakes at dawn the next morning. The air was bity with cold and static electricity, and the seven of us could not help but shiver as we walked towards our gazebo. It was buried underneath a thick layer of snow, and I laughed as Arabella pretended to push the fluffy heap onto my head.

-Good morning, everyone. – I greeted, inviting them inside before myself.

-Skip to the important bit, please.  -Arabella yawned, and took her seat at the table.

-Fair enough.

I took a deep breath in and gazed upon my freshly assembled crew. Arabella, a fellow circuit keeper and the fastest hacker I have ever met. Ambrose, a talented but not extensively successful journalist. Cecilia, an up-and-coming politician herself, but currently a secretary to one of the most famous politicians on the planet. Wilhelmina, a social media manager with hundreds of contacts at her fingertips. Josiah, an artist and designer, currently one of the official dressmakers to the king. Euphemia, a policewoman in the past, now a social activist and respected public figure. Matthew, a writer and a poet, who happened to be the lover of three separate government figures, all of different genders, all filthy rich. And me, a humble sysadmin with a dash of organization skills and arrogance to spare.

-Esteemed guests, - I said, and paused to clear my throat, - you all know why we are here. Now allow me to explain to you exactly what we will do.

 step 5: create a timeline

-This is flippin’ insane, Ersh. – Wilhelmia exclaimed, glaring, and I was forced to shush at her.

-Quiet. – I reminded, and she swallowed hard, remembering that anyone in the building was at liberty to overhear us.

The upcoming revolution was now two days old. On the surface, we continued to lead normal lives, working, complaining, gossiping, and counting the minutes to the end of the shift. In truth, we were right in the middle of action. Meeting all over the city – in undiscovered pubs and inns, in unguarded computer cellars, on the rooftops of nuclear boilers, and in the dead-ends of dark alleyways. We communicated over quantum radio and made sure to burn all of our transmissions after every call. We were brave, and vigilant, and determined, above all else, to bring this to a close as soon as possible.

-But that is too fast. – Wilhelmia insisted in a hoarse whisper. – You don’t seriously believe that this will be over before the Yule ends, do you?

-Indeed, I do. – I replied, and had the displeasure of being poked in the ribs. – What’s more, it is the only way to accomplish what we set out to do.

-How so? – She questioned.

-Conspiracies are short-lived. – I elaborated, and shifted in my tight, deeply uncomfortable sit.

The server ventilation shaft was far from a pleasant place to be inside of.

-The longer it goes on, the more likely it is to fall apart. Especially as we begin to bring more people into it.

-But ten days, Ersh! – Wilhelmia repeated. – How would that ever work?

-Simply and elegantly. – I smiled. – Remember, my friend – I am brilliant under tight deadlines, especially when said deadlines are self-inflicted.

Wilhelmia chose not to argue with me – for she knew, deep down, that I was right.

 step 6: adjust your plan accordingly

I did not get a wink of sleep on the fifth night of the revolution. The visions of failure haunted me like vicious yet intangible ghosts, and I tossed and turned in bed until the second moon grazed the sky. Giving up on sleep altogether, I got up, mixed up a glass of dehydrated water, and turned on the radio. I expected to be lulled back into calm by its soft, crackling static – but instead, I had my anxieties validated.

-Thank heavens, Erasmus. – The voice of Josiah erupted from the speaker. – I’ve been trying to reach you for hours!

-What is it? – I asked, and slumped down to the floor, my head dizzy all of a sudden.

-It isn’t working. – Josiah confessed, and I could practically taste his desperation. – Not a tad. He is listening to me, but he doesn’t believe me in the slightest, I fear.

-Okay. – I said, though I was as far from okay as one could be. – It’s fine. – It was not, in fact, fine. – Roadblocks happen. Let’s talk. We’ll think of something, I am sure.

And, unlikely as it was, we did.

 step 7: be flexible

The sixth day flew by so fast; I hardly noticed the night arriving. Eleven pm, and I found myself on the top floor back row of a double-decker, moving smoothly on its set path, the electric engine buzzing and murmuring somewhere far below. Outside, the snow was replaced by a thick fog, with neither of the moons in sight. The bus was almost empty and deathly quiet. I sighed, turned to my left, and met eyes with Matthew.

-How many in total? – I inquired, my voice down, still aware of the potential danger of being overheard.

-Forty-seven. – He informed, and the hint of a smile touched his lips. – Which makes it almost a third of the entire government.

-Not enough. – I shook my head, unsatisfied.

-Not enough? – He pouted.

-Time is not in abundance. – I said, and he looked away, avoiding my gaze. – We need to accelerate. Do you agree?

He sighed, but nodded.

-Good. – I glanced sideways, and drew a spiral on the mist-covered window. – You know what to do, Matthew.

-Yeah. – He said, smirking. – Unleash them memes.

 step 8: communicate with your team

All of us gathered together again on the afternoon of the seventh day, in a tacky, brightly lit and empty tea room. The forecasts mongered another thunderstorm, and the atmosphere was heavy still, but, somehow, it did not bother me in the slightest. I smiled as the maid droid placed a tray in front of me, and the smell of cinnamon and lemon zest reached my nose.

-We’re on the right track. – I proclaimed confidently, and took my acai rice pudding bowl and a steaming hot cup of Earl Gay off the tray. – Cheers.

-Cheers. – The team echoed, and we clanked our china cups together.

We spent the hour discussing the current affairs, congratulating each other, chatting, laughing, and feeling oddly optimistic about the whole endeavor. My step was light as I was leaving the tea room. We had a few challenges ahead, sure – but, overall, everything was going according to plan.

 step 9: address any problems before they occur

Then the eighth day arrived, and, all of a sudden, nothing was going according to plan. News rushed in through the radio one by one; they piled all on top of each other, and right as I was leaving the server maintenance room to enjoy my well-deserved Roomas break. I felt drops of sweat form on my neck and roll down my spine as I scrolled through the message feed of my wristwatch. Nothing terrible has happened so far, I admitted – but it could. So shaky. So many opportunities for it all to go to hell – and in rapid succession. Three seconds later, and I was overtaken by fierce, unwavering panic.

It must have been twenty years at least of sitting in the memory cube closet, hugging myself and trying desperately to remember how one was supposed to breathe, when someone knocked on the door. The first aid droid, I realized.

-I have detected alarmingly high levels of adrenaline and cortisol. – The droid’s voice sounded even sillier than usual, obstructed by the door. – Would the gentlemen like some treatment? I can offer morphine drops or deep brain stimulation.

-No. – I yelled back through the closed door. – No, thank you.

-Very well, sir. – The droid responded. – If you will need me, I’ll be at my re-charging station.

-Yes. Fine. Now leave me, please. – I groaned, and gently bumped my forehead against the wall.

I cannot tell you why, but somehow, that brief exchanged kicked some sense back into my mind. I let go of my shoulders, took a deep breath in, and told myself – “think”. Yes, the opportunities for disaster were plenty. Yes, we were on shaky ground now, even more so than before. Nevertheless, not all was lost. In fact, nothing was lost yet, I realized. You see, dearest reader, the benefit of having anxiety is that you can foresee potential problems and overcome them before they arise.

Fifteen minutes later, I had a solution for every single issue that could occur in the last phases of the plan. I thought about it further over my Roomas (with just a few drops of morphine), then found an excuse to leave the server buildings for a brief pause. Outside, it didn’t take me long to find a kid aimlessly wandering the streets.

-Any spare change, sir? – The kid asked, big blue eyes full of sadness. – I am all out of coins to buy Fortnight mods.

-Just your luck, your little rascal. – I smiled, and ruffled the kid’s curly hair. – I’ll give you a tenner – if you can bring this, - and I handed him a memory stick, - to lady Euphemia O’Malley. You will find her somewhere in the city center, most likely close to the town hall.

-Alright, sir. – The kid said, and snatched the memory stick out of my hand even before I transferred the payment. – I sure will try.

I nodded, said my farewells, and felt completely tranquil at once. Whether it was the effect of having dealt with the problems, or the morphine kicking in, I had no clue.

 step 10: learn to say ‘no’ and accept help

I took a break on the ninth day, knowing that the revolution was beyond my grasp at that point, and all I could do was step back and watch the dominos fall into place. I ended the shift early, and went to the ice rink up at Thatchley Square. It was full of preschoolers and noisy beyond tolerance, which prompted me to push my airpods deeper into my ears. I would take the majestic, sophisticated sounds of Ed Sheeran, Gwen Stefani, and other classics over the offensive modern chaos they played in public places any day.

Half an hour of skating back and forth across the artificial crystalline surface, and my muscles were starting to betray me. I sighed and leaned against the nearest wall to rub my aching thighs and ankles. Alas, I had not been built for physical labor. I was about to leave the rink, when something – no, someone – rammed into me at subhuman speed, making me cry out in shock and stumble backwards into the snow.

-Oh lord, - the someone exclaimed, - I am so sorry!

And I mumbled something incomprehensible in response, for there, in front of me, covered in snow and helping me get up from the ground was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Tall, lean and bright-eyes, she had bubblegum pink hair and a pierced nose and a tattoo of a rose on her neck. And she was staring at me… goodness me, she was staring at me as if she knew me.

-Erasmus Smith? – She asked, frowning, and my face lost all colour.

-Shush. – I said, immediately on guard. – Come to the dressing room with me.

We sat there, talking and drinking those awful food machine concoctions out of cellulose plastic cups, and she told me everything she knew about the revolution, and how she came to know of it. It brought me concern at first, but soon enough it left my mind, for I was told that she had no intention of upsetting our plans. And what’s more, she even wanted to join in – and take it up a notch.

-Out of the question. – I responded immediately, once she had laid out her scheme for crashing the entire political system. – We are not risking the original plan on a dare.

-But… - She protested.

-No. – I shook my head. – We’re sticking to our goals.

-Oh well. – She sighed. – It was worth the shot. Say… can I help you out, at least?

I considered it for a moment, then gave her a singular nod. It made her eyes glow with excitement and pride. Such a stunning smile she had…

-I have a different proposition for you, though. – I found myself saying. – What do you think about going to the holographic theater next week? With me.

-Oh. – She looked away, and a soft shade of blush touched her cheeks. – I’d be honored.

And thus, the exchange was not all in vain.

 step 11: write tomorrow’s task today

On the dusk of the tenth day, all – now as many as fifteen – of us gathered together by the docks, next to the roaring powerplant, where the moons were shining, making the freshly fallen snow glow and sparkle. We drank warm beer, talked, and watched the dodo birds and the pterodactyls play and chase each other on the canal slopes.

-All set to run. – Arabella concluded, after we revised every minute step over and over again. – Shall we?

I paused, took in a full lung’s worth of fresh cold air, and said yes.

We followed the first sparks of the fire on social media, observed as politician after journalist after king’s man turned all against each other, throwing accusations, spilling dirt, and digging political graves for each other – and we thought it lit. I did not wish to stay there at the docks for the entire night, so I brought the meeting to a close.

-One last thing before we go. – I announced, just as the people were turning to leave. – Write down a tweet for me, people.

“All political parties on the planet have fallen apart. The entire government has resigned. King Edmund is stepping down from the throne to marry a commoner. Bitches, let’s party.” I finished, and every single one of us cheered.

 step 12: celebrate milestones and victories

And bitches did, indeed, party the next day – party day and night as the biggest scandal of the century shook the planet to its core. I do not recall where I was for most of the Yule Tide. All I know is that by midnight I ended up in the town hall, which was utterly wrecked and overflowing with people. I came to my senses sitting on the floor, wearing nothing but booty shorts and an undone tie, and smoking weed through a pipe. It was the most splendid party I had ever attended in my life.

-To the revolution! – I shouted it, and half a hundred people – most of whom I have never met in my life – joined in cheerfully.

-All hail Ersh, - Ambrose added, - for without him, this wouldn’t have happened.

-All hail Josiah, - Arabella interrupted, - for if he hadn’t sucked the king’s dick, this wouldn’t have happened either.

-Oh leave it. – Josiah dismissed. – I’ve always wanted to do that anyway.

-When are you gonna tell him? – I asked. – That you aren’t marrying him after all, I mean.

-Well. – He shrugged. – I think I might actually like… do that.

-Wouldn’t that be funny, - Euphemia said, - if Josiah became a prince.

-Anything is possible now. – Arabella pointed out.

-Yeah. – I agreed. – Anything’s possible.

And that’s when yet another crucial realization dawned upon me, and made me instantly sober.

I have accomplished my goal – no question about that. Brought down the government, destroyed the monarchy, did away with every major political party – all like I had imagined. But the more pressing question was – what are we going to do now?

 And here comes *step 13, dearest reader, which no one had the courtesy of warning me about. The step is to ask yourself: what in the name of holy fuck you are doing in the first place, and why.

I advise you to complete this step before all the subsequent ones, for it took me all but twelve days of the Yule to bring my entire planet into chaos, and more than twenty years to carry it out of it and back into order.

Which is why I always say to the young, overly ambitious people who seek my wisdom – before you fuck some shit up, you better come up with a plan of how you will unfuck it – or do not go fucking it up in the first place, my child.

 Signed, Erasmus Waynard Smith.

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Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life's business. #BraytBrayt #Tiniguwang #Ersh (at Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGeaLgdh-qE/?igshid=1txhykmqwxoj5

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[coletteleeblog]

Lamai Beach, Surat Thani Province, Thailand

Thursday, January 22, 2015

We left Bangkok for Ko Samui on Thursday. We went to the bus depot, hoping everything would work out the way it was supposed to. As Erik had purchased the tickets, from someone who didn't speak English . And we couldn't read the tickets to make sure that they were right. Quite the challenge, and a job well done Erik. We made it to our hotel in Ko Samui Friday morning, and the trip went very smoothly. It was a 13 hour bus, and ferry ride overnight. It's hard to explain how it feels to travel like this, without people to help, that speak English. It's a weird feeling, you just have to go with the crowd, and try to follow along with what the majority are doing.

The view from the ferry, and watching the sunrise, was breath taking, it's hard to really believe we are actually here, on the complete other side of the earth. Mind boggling really....

We are very pleased with our accommodations so far. It's sometimes hard to know if things will turn out to be what you are expecting, when you book online.

The taxi dropped us off at our hotel around 9am, Friday. We were early for check in, so we rested in a lounge area by the pool till 11am. While housekeeping got our room ready. We were hungry & tired, and very glad to get into our suite. Thankfully we had some instant noodle cups packed in our bag and there was a kettle in the room. Madeline was very helpful, and made the noodle soups for us. The rest of us had showers to cool off. We were all pretty ragged looking from the overnight trip. We turned on the a/c, and everyone layed on beds trying to gather up energy to go down to the pool, as we knew that would help us feel better. Going in the pool helped a lot~so nice, and needed. Lettie slept for 2 hours this afternoon, when she came in from the pool. Erik wasn't around at one point, so we all assumed he went off visiting with guests around the hotel. An hour later Madeline discovered he was actually sleeping in the kids bed. And as I type...... Emma has fallen asleep beside me as well.

Steve, the owner of the hotel , took us in his truck for a tour of the main shopping area near the hotel. We saw the beach and found some supper. Finding supper tonight, was not an easy task. We were a little early for supper. We've discovered that most food vendors are closed from 2-5pm. When Madeline & I were trying to find food that was familiar to us in the market, we ended up down the meat isle. They had wires rigged above the raw meat with rags hanging from them to shew away the flys! And we unfortunately.... briefly saw "whole"dead chickens, feet and all and a huge, ugly, gross Pigs Head!! Ooooo yuk!!!! We sharply turned around. We gathered ourselves, feeling rather nauseous, then grabbed some cooked corn on the cob and went back to tell the others what we saw and that, that was all we could find to eat. And guess where we found the rest of the family waiting?........ Why right beside a cart selling....Grasshoppers, Crickets and Silk Worms! Oh...my....There were some men there, wolfing down big containers of them. The bugs were covered in bbq seasoning Ersh! We bought some groceries at the Tesco Lotus store later, so we have some food in our room for breakfast and snacks.

Sidewalks are almost non existent in this area of Ko Samui. Scooters line the sides of the streets. People have to walk along the road and the vehicles wiz alongside. There are no stop signs either. It is Nuts! At one point on our way home this evening, Erik got Hailey across the street in her stroller, there wasn't enough time for the rest of us to get across. Then the street got busier, and the girls and I were stuck there for a long time. Finally a lady took pitty on us, and took Madeline's arm and walked us all out through the traffic across the street! Thailand is not wheel chair friendly, in fact we have only seen one other person in a wheelchair here. A few days ago we saw a man walking along on his hands (had no legs). We are thinking maybe we should put Hailey in a hiking carrier on our backs, when we go to the markets. We will look for one at the Tesco Lotus store today.

When we got home, the girls decided to get started on their homeschooling. Madeline bought some pencils today with cute designs on them that she was eager to try out. It has been a Very.... Long..day. We are looking forward to a good sleep tonight.

[ersh-ova]

Rouxls Kaard is both the Roaring Knight and Man behind the tree. End of discussion.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #the roaring knight #character ai #spamton #spamton g spamton #rouxls kaard #ersh thinks

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im so normal about this cartoon i swear

#ersh thinks #fantasy patrol #сказочный патруль #trans headcanon #asexual headcanons #sexuality headcanons #character headcanons #headcanons

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i think it's a success when the whole country of great britain likes my post

#ersh thinks #great britain #meme #tumblr memes

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I want to do Spotify game... But I don't have Spotify...

Anyway, give me a number 1-100 and a character and I draw them with YouTube music.

Fandoms I know: Warriors,Wings of Fire, MLP, Hollow Knight, Undertale & Deltarune, The Owl House, idk greek mythology & slavic folklore?, maybe something more.

#ersh thinks #spotify game #spotifygame2023 #warriors #warrior cats #wings of fire #wof #my little pony #mlp #hollow knight #hk #requests open #open requests #requests #artists on tumblr #undertale #deltarune

[ersh-ova]

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

Oh my God

i recently read "that fanfic" where xero attacks pale king and young hornet in city of tears. And today I was looking through my photos and found THIS

HOW

It was made a years ago. HOW

#ersh thinks #ersh hollow knight #hollow knight #hollow knight fanfic #hk #hk fanfic #fanfic discourse #fanfic discussion #fic: Elegies Memories Things That Never Were by JaxxCapta (chapter 2) #coincidence

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[you like both]

#ersh thinks #will wood #will stetson #music #music meme

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screenshots of Aster having a huge crush on Vlad (I can't explain this otherwise)

#ersh thinks #fantasy patrol #сказочный патруль #aster #астер #screenshots #tv animation #gay headcanon #crush #teacher crush #(cause Vlad is a teacher but he's technically younger than Aster??? dunno)

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me, a year ago: using emojis is cringy

me now: 🥰💙😳✊🤝✨💕👉👈🥔👾🌸💞❗🕯🕯🕊💐))) ((( ><

#ersh thinks #text post #emoji #emojis