I can't say I'm fond of Pare. But that's not really news - very very few people are. My first impressions of him have only grown more pronounced the few times I have seen him since that first visit to Windhelm.
He wasn’t hard to find. Candlehearth Hall’s common room is on the second floor and full of people, but one single inquiry gave me rolled eyes and a finger pointed directly at a sallow-skinned elf (I didn’t know he was an elf – or that elves even existed – at that point, but I
Featuring Fiora ! Probably my most complicated blog entry to this day. The number of mods I had to use and the number of edits I had to do to the cells with Jaxonz was simply outrageous !
This is the follow up of the previous entry (as usual now)
Have a good read !
You need to know how to work with JSON files.
First open the SLAL json file (in data/SLAnims/json).
Find the entry for the animation. It looks like this:
Furniture Sex Framework uses a specific alignment for animations. The marker nifs in meshes/CityMarkers will show the alignments the animations need to have to line up in-game.
For most animations you will need to change the alignment so that it fits FSF's alignment. This is done by editing the sta
FUN AT THE RESORT -- PART 4.
Poor guy just didn't have it...
Videos.
ABJ.mp4
ARiding1.mp4
ARiding2.mp4
ARiding1.mp4
ARiding1.mp4
ARiding2.mp4
ARiding3.mp4
ARiding4.mp4
"She's scrawny and her tits are too small."
The visitor had arrived early, and spent the hours before dawn in private discussions with her Master. But now, as she serves them breakfast and drinks, the Orc squeezes her breast (hard, she winced) and pronounces his judgment.
"Not scrawny. Refined." Her Master laughs. "That's how they breed them in High Rock, especially the nobility. You father was a Castellan or Baron something like that, isn't that right slave?"
Since my super-fancy signature sends you to this blog when you click the "Stories" link, here are the current stories for your perusal:
A Gathering Storm - Ripped from earth and dragged to a crazy land filled with homicidal maniacs, dragons, slavers, and a certain REALLY annoying Daedra, Sian Elizabeth Fraser is forced to accept her role as the linchpin of her age, when all she wanted was to become a pharmacist.
Destiny's Bright Edge - Aithne is a sailor on an Imperial wa
The next afternoon, after another oiling from Marie, things were a little different. When they entered the common room, there was no announcement. Marie gave her a smile and a kiss on the forehead and walked away, leaving Sloan to her own devices.
She stood along the wall next to the door by which she had entered and just observed. There were fewer clients than last time, although why that would be she had no idea. She watched the other girls as they sashayed about. Sometimes one wou
Description
"You believe you, 'know' the Daedra? Do you wish to bet on that? If all you, 'know' of my kind is that we are evil, you...know nothing."
Known as various things both across Tamriel's history, and within the pages of books written by scholars and Mages, the Daedra are often cast as villains, or at best, opportunistic entities that seek only to stir nothing but chaos, death, and destruction. But in the arena of mortals, a complex group of races that often make t
Work on mods that are not exclusively my own.
Shark Race - Lore, Story, Planning, etc.
Bad Dog's Ungulates: Horse, Deer and Minotaur - A W.I.P mod that will, similarly to the above, add Lore(i.e background for the mod's races), Story(quests and more details that more directly involve the player) and Characters(NPCs, Followers, enemies, etc) to said mod, at least for the Horse Race, though the other two will have some kind of similar focus eventually. For more info
Follow the daily life of Sunny and Nate, two best friends, who are about to see their lives turned upside down because of a major event. Will their friendship withstand it?
With Soren by @AllRosenrot
Sloan slept through the night and, though she didn’t know it, through much of the day, so exhausted was she. A timid slave girl woke her up sometime in the afternoon and bade her to follow. Sloan was bathed (again! Two baths in two days!) and her hair brushed by the slave girl, then Sloan put on her panties and dress and shoes and was led to lunch. Her brain was still fuzzy, so it came as a small shock to her system when they came upon a partially opened door. She glimpsed the room beyond, where
"I think you have time for a quickie with your friend," says Leona.
Onmund looks optimistic, but it's only a few hours since the tentacles finished with her. There's no way.
"Awh come on," he says. "I'll miss you."
"Please Onmund," she whispers still hoarse and weary from the ordeal earlier today. "Will you tell Brelyna and... Mirabelle Ervine... that I had to go? I'll try to return as soon as... as I can."
He looks dejected, but nods.
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