Troubles of Heroine

[Alturistix]

On 9/4/2025 at 7:49 PM, JustMe469 said:

Re-asking this in case anyone else has this problem.

Anytime my game freezes or crashes, when I re-load a good save, it tells me "1 new mcm registered" (this mod). All my progress is lost, even if I've completed a quest, or partway completed a quest. Everything is gone. It just keeps re-installing it. I've never seen this issue and have no idea how to fix it. 

It may not be directly related to this mod, but it does not happen with any other mod. I even tried installing a new (different) mod and that works fine and saves my progress, and does not re-load itself. It's only this mod that does it.

Any help? From anyone?

Thanks.

What mods do you have? It seems that you have a mod that does something to quests or scripts to protect against save file corruption and its basically wiping any progress you make.

 

Post your modlist in a spoiler.

[JustMe469]

19 hours ago, Alturistix said:

What mods do you have? It seems that you have a mod that does something to quests or scripts to protect against save file corruption and its basically wiping any progress you make.

 

Post your modlist in a spoiler.

Thanks, but I deleted this mod. 

[Oh_no_people.]

Is there a more in depth description of the mods content?

 

[badbat111]

could you please do other house stuff ?

i liked markarth house turning into a brothel i also like the riften npc in player house

 

could you add other houses to have some feature ?

[Dehabe]

4 hours ago, badbat111 said:

could you please do other house stuff ?

i liked markarth house turning into a brothel i also like the riften npc in player house

 

could you add other houses to have some feature ?

 

 

This feature is very good, but there are a lot of places that have already been applied. For example, when you run a real Dragonbone Quest, you create NPCs in White Run houses and you can arrange NPCs that can be housed in White Run Inn or prison. In the case of Solitude, there must be Pattig and beggars. Sorry if this is the information you know. I just wrote it down just in case it helps you play.

[DSHV]

8 hours ago, Oh_no_people. said:

Is there a more in depth description of the mods content?

No, but I am posting all the quest dialogues in this topic.

[LateOne]

Can the pippentom's stable esps for the DLCs be either merged or eslified without causing problems?

Edited September 7, 2025 by LateOne

[DSHV]

Your Mom Follower

Spoiler

In the menu, you can choose whether to enable the PC's mother. I think I'll make for Nord, Breton, and Imperial as one option. You can also choose her occupation: barmaid, street prostitute, Arcane University magess, or unemployed. She can be a follower with healing or necromancy skills (just steal from Serana).

Arcane University Magess: Wizard Varnus: Your latest report was a disgrace! Shitty, weak, dumb, unworthy of the University. And that means I, who read it on my own behalf, am the same! You'll be demoted to apprentice duties for a month, scrubbing cauldrons! Without magic or even tools! Remember: You're here to serve, not to think. Expect more severe penalties if you fail again.
Mom: [Sigh] Oh, hello, child. What brings you here, love?
I'm sorry he treats you like that, Mother. Can I help with your work?
Sweet of you, but helping me just dirties your hands too. I'm used to being stepped on.
He can't talk to you like that! I'll make him regret it.
Bold words, child, but don't cross the wizard for my sake. I've learned to bend, it's safer.
What happened, Mom? Why is he so harsh?
Harsh? It's our way: I work, he shines. You'll see how power crushes the weak, like me.
Let him take credit. We'll use some spells to ruin him later.
Dark thoughts, child... like the necromancy I've studied in secret. Perhaps you're my true heir.

 

Unemployed in her modest house behind Imperial City walls: My child? By Dibella, it's you! This old house isn't much, but it's kept me since... well, since I had nothing else. What brings you back to your weary mother?
I missed you, Mom. I'm sorry you're living like this.
Oh, love, don't pity me. I've already gotten used to the cold hard bed and loneliness and dirt everywhere. You don't need to carry my burden.
This place is a mess. Why haven't you done something with your life?
Sharp tongue, like I used to have. What can I do now? Return to adventures? And prostitution? I called it sexdventures, remember? Hm... Why not? I can still hold in my hand not only a dick but a whole staff!
It's good to see you, Mom. How are you holding up?
Holding up? Barely. No work, no purpose, just me and these walls. And cold hard bed. And loneliness. And dirt everywhere.
This dump suits you.
Oh, stop it, you know how dirty talk turns me on, and I'm your mother. Find an indirect relative and arouse her as you want.

 

Barmaid in The King and Queen Tavern in the Imperial City:
Client: You clumsy wench! Those were my new boots, cow! (Spank animation, you can talk to Mom)
I'm sorry too, sir. I'll help clean up.
No need. I love watching her suck up liquids from the floor. And then wipe them off with her hair.
Lay a hand on her again, and you'll regret it.
Big words for a nobody. Public punishments are written into her contract, that's why I come here. She should thank me more, I bring money to her boss.
Mom: I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again! Oh, child, you've caught me at a bad time: spilled a drink on a client and received the punishment I deserve. Ouch! Thank you, sir!
Mom, are you alright?
I manage, child. Let's talk somewhere quieter.

 

Street Prostitute in the Elven Gardens District:
Client: Die, your dirty whore!
Mom: Thank you, sir!
[The man throws her to the ground and climbs on her, leaving clear dirty marks of his soles on her skin. He stands on her chest, his boots buries in her tits. She waits patiently, whispering thanks, and finally he places his boot on her face and she begins to furiously clean his soles with her tongue, first one, then the other. He wipes his slobbery soles on her belly and steps down into the mud, instantly dirtying his licked boots. He pulls out some stinking small bag and throws it in your mother's face. The bag lands on her forehead and she screams her gratitude especially loudly.]
That's it, I'm done, you can use this thing.
Thank you, sir, for using my mother.
Did you crawl out of this cunt? Fuck, just like in the joke: a son of a bitch and a motherfucker meet, and then I don't remember what, but it's definitely very funny, you'll hurt your stomach from laughter.
M: Are you pimping her or something? My respect for dumping prices for all the meat in the capital.
F: So that means you are also just as a low cocksucker. Will you clean me up after your whore mother? [He points to his still leaking penis]
Gladly, sir.
Your purchase is a gift that keeps on giving. Do you hear that, bitch? [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"]
No, thanks.
Your loss. Judging by the price of your mother, you don't swim in food.
Leave her alone, you scum!
Hey, hey, this is all voluntary. [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"] If I buy an apple in the Market District and take a bite out of it, you're not going to tell me to leave it alone. The seller, I, and the apple are happy about this situation. Just like the guards, to whom we all regularly pay taxes, you understand?

Mom: Daedra! I'm getting too old for trampling, especially from stallions like these.
And you allow yourself to be treated like this?
I have to be competitive with these young, bold bitches. I compensate for my weariness by not having limits. That my job, as a cheep street whore, is to increase a client's self-esteem at my expense.
Why does your pay stink so much? I thought money didn't smell.
Because it's not money. It's shit. Imp shit. Sells really well to alchemists. What? I can't afford to give up anything of value, you know that.
Can I fuck you?
It's ungodly and disgusting. Nepotism! But I am very immoral disgusting whore, the gods obviously don't care about me, so a quick free shag.

 

Remind me who you are.
Ah, are these the jokes younglings tell mothers to their faces these days? I should have spanked you on the ass, but I don't know how, I only know how to get spanked. But in case your memory was erased by a good wizard, I will tell you that I am your mother. Former slut-adventurer. I worked in taverns and on the street and did quests, you know, in a slutty manner. Of course I know Restoration, how could I go without it with bandits and monsters? And Conjuration, for summoning my boys, I myself don't know anything, except if I need to hold off a gang of bandits for a couple of hours, then I'm your girl.

Where is Father?
The same place he always is, child. Looking at Lake Rumare, and how the wind drives green waves over the wide hills. Or are you asking more metaphysically? In Aetherius, I suppose. He wasn't particularly religious, otherwise he wouldn't have married a dirty whore, me.
Father's Gave Blessing: + 50 Health or something.

Mom, would you travel with me?
Oh, child, if you think I'm worthy... I've been stepped on enough in this life; maybe following you will give me purpose. You'll be there, and I'll be near and that's the deal, my dear.

 

Follower Systems:
Her temporary perk: Maternal care: Once a hour, heals 300 points automatically if you fall below 10% health. 
(24 hours) Mom, teach me about magic.
Restoration or Conjuration?
Restoration/Conjuration.
I learned these spells the hard way -- on my knees for mages who thought me disposable. Now, I pass it to you, my child. (+Restoration or Conjuration level)
Mom, heal me.
Mom, cure me.
Mom, strengthen me. (e.g., Fortify Health for 120 seconds)
Yes, child.
Gift System: Here, child, something to keep you going. (+ potions, Soul Gems, Barmaid gives alcohol; Prostitute gives nasty potions (and Fortify Stamina potions flavored as “from my old clients”); Magess gives spell tomes) "Take this potion -- I brewed it between shifts (my tits), when I wasn't being used."

Your Thoughts?
Attributes:
Strength: Your strength is as weak as mine. Well, prepare to withstand all grips.
Strong now, are you? I wish I'd had that when clients pinned me down in alleys. But don't forget, even the mighty fall, just like your mother did, over and over.
Stronger than I ever was, hauling crates to avoid a beating. But strength didn't save me from shame, will it save you?
Endurance: Such low endurance... reminds me of nights I could barely stand after a scolding and spanking at the tavern. No stamina, no hope, child.
Impressive endurance, surviving blows like that. I took worse from thugs and brutes. Your resilience must come from Father.
Agility: Clumsy, the same as me, tripping over clients' feet after an especially dire gangbang. My submissive life taught me to stay low, and so should you.
Nimble as a shadow now? I envied that when I had to dodge tavern hands. But agility won't save you from the realisation of your humiliating life, trust your mother in that.
Speed: So slow... like me fleeing a bad client or a boss's temper. Run faster, or you'll end up bent over like your mother, enduring.
Fast on your feet! I could have used that escaping my old life of submission. Yet, speed just delays the inevitable fall.
Intelligence: I studied Restoration and Conjuration on my knees, begging scraps from mages. You're dim like that, my failure as a mother shows in you.
Sharp mind for magic now... unlike me, scolded and demoted at the Arcane University for 'indiscretions.' Your intellect mocks my submissive past; use it, or it'll betray you like mine did, when in my life entered cocks.
Willpower: Weak willpower... I know that feeling, yielding to every demand in my profession. Submit already, child; it's in our blood, the easy way out.
Strong will, resisting spells and foes. I lacked that when men dominated me with words alone. But even the willful bend, I've been humbled enough for both of us.
Personality: Poor personality... charming no one, just like me, smiling through insults to earn a coin and  haggling with clients just to made a deal worse for me.
Charismatic now? I tried that in my street days, but ended up submitting anyway. But don't let it fool you into thinking you're above degradation.
Luck: Bad luck plagues you... as it did me, well you know my life.
Lucky turns? I never had that; my life was all misfortune and submission. I thought I was, once, before fate made me its toy. Don’t trust it, child.
Skills:
Blade: Your swordplay’s as sloppy as... well, my jobs. We're both laughable, child.
A fine blade skill. I wielded cocks, but this usually doesn't save you from bitchslaps. 
Blunt: Swinging a mace like I swung first dick. Sinful but funny.
You crush with that weapon? I was crushed too. Many-many-many reciprocating crushes.
Hand-to-Hand: Your fists are feeble, like mine when I fend off groping hands. No wonder you're my kin, so helpless.
Good with your hands, eh? Me too, in different ways.
Armorer: Who needs armor anyway? It's better to walk through a bandit lair naked, you'll be safer, trust me on this one.
Alteration: Your spells fizzle like my hopes did at the University.
Alteration master? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Conjuration: I recommend learning Conjuration. Summoned boys both attack and defend, and some entertain.
Come on, share with mommy which of your summonable boys or are the best lovers. And tell me their nymics.
Restoration: I recommend learning Restoration. With our work we often get beaten, we need to heal quickly so as not to enter the next beating unsightly.
Hey, kid, we are two healers, we can engage in combat desperate tricks. For example, minotaurs are no longer scary to our body, right? And ogres with their huge clubs. And horses. Scary huge wild horses.
Alchemy: Your potions are as weak as the slop my clients brewed inside me.
Wow, you are a real alchemist. I am too, in a way. I have tried many substances in my life...
Sneak: If you can't fight or run away, you'll hide. Saved me from a lot of problems. Well, and brought a lot of problems.
Speechcraft: What, begging is useless. My school.
Charming folk, are you? Can talked you way out of beatings. I envy you.
Block: Don't know how to block? Well, it's okay, life will teach you anyway.
Wow, you're a master of blocking. Can you teach my ass against spanking?
Destruction: Fizzling destruction? Harmless sparks, like my threats to clients who laughed. Destroys only me.
Devastating destruction magic? Like, they can order you, and you may not obey? Wow.
Illusion: I studied illusion, but stopped after the disguise disappeared in the center of the enemy camp, and I didn't have real clothes yet.
Master of illusions? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Mysticism: I still don't understand what Mysticism does. Very mystical school, heh-heh.
Acrobatics: Are you my child? Where does such stiffness come from?/You are definitely my child. I can still provide an anal and rimming at the same time. Although not vaginal and rimming, my ribs prevent me from bending into such a ram's horn, damn them!
Athletics: Run more, it makes your butt pump up.
You can be proud of your ass. It's obvious that you run a lot. Probably not very proud of your courage in this case.
Marksman: Missing every shot... Like your father. Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth. Deadly accurateWhere did you put my husband's child? Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth.
Security: Can't pick a lock? Oh well. We didn't live richly, so there's no point in starting.
What nimble fingers, and how skillfully you pick at locks. I need to distract myself, you are my child.
Locations:
Everywhere: Oh, here I was sucking a cock!
Tavern: This place reminds me of my barmaid days. Even phantom pains appear backside.
Arcane University: They scolded me here like a child.
Waterfront: This is where I earned our wet bread on my back.
Anvil's ocean air smells of freedom, but I was trapped here, serving sailors who paid in slaps. Good times.
This port? I worked these docks, love. Every wave reminds me of strong salty hands, I can't refuse.
We need to go to Chapel of Dibella, although they stopped getting naked there, only boredom remains.
Bravil's filth suits me.
Cold as my bitch's heart, Bruma is. I begged here once, frozen and ignored.
Cheydinhal's shadows hid my shame for a while, but clients always found me. Dark elves are very insatiable, it's even strange that you are not one of them/it's not even strange that you are one of them.
Daedra, my knees remember the pavement of every alley.
Chorrol’s so quaint, yet I was mocked here too. One client liked to spit. A lot. I stayed on his saliva for a couple of days. And another liked to insert feathers into girls' asses and make a race of his villa. Men are such funny creatures.
The Imperial City. Grand, but there are as many, if not more, whores, pirates and thugs than anywhere else. And we are one of them.
Kvatch's ruins... like my pussy after congratulating your father on his birthday. Remember, I told you?
Leyawiin's swamps stink of my past, crawling through muck for coin. And the smell of Argonian cock.
Love the Skingrad's wines.
Joined the Fighters Guild? Good for you. I fought my battles in beds and alleys, far messier, and no glory.
They rejected me for 'moral failings.' Guess my blood runs thin in you.
Who are they?
All of them.
General thoughts:
Sometimes I wonder if you're ashamed of me... the whore, the slut, the failure. But you keep me around. Masochist, like your mother?
Idle hands... reminds me of waiting for clients. Dont let me bore you, child, command me, if you want.
These undead I summon... they obey better than I ever did.

 

Potential side quests:
Help your mother at work.
Bandits kidnap your mother. Together, you and your mother defeat all the bandits, exhausting them. Then, you escape.
A group of Nords insults you and your mother. You can ignore it, or your mother can defuse the situation. Otherwise, you can attack, and the guard will arrest you. Your mother will have to apologize to the Nords.

What do you think?

Edited September 11, 2025 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

[InSpades]

On 9/4/2025 at 7:49 PM, JustMe469 said:

Re-asking this in case anyone else has this problem.

Anytime my game freezes or crashes, when I re-load a good save, it tells me "1 new mcm registered" (this mod). All my progress is lost, even if I've completed a quest, or partway completed a quest. Everything is gone. It just keeps re-installing it. I've never seen this issue and have no idea how to fix it. 

It may not be directly related to this mod, but it does not happen with any other mod. I even tried installing a new (different) mod and that works fine and saves my progress, and does not re-load itself. It's only this mod that does it.

Any help? From anyone?

Thanks. 

Not me, it just crashes when a quest is active and I change location (into or out of a building).

[blaster117117]

Anyone have a solution to the mod not showing up in mod manager, I use the old nexus client but have not had problems installing other mods since I finally decided to move to se it just seems this one will not show up in the list to activate. 

[DSHV]

4 hours ago, blaster117117 said:

Anyone have a solution to the mod not showing up in mod manager

What version of the mod are you using, and what version of Skyrim do you have?

[joe_yawiki]

On 9/11/2025 at 4:35 PM, DSHV said:

Your Mom Follower

  Reveal hidden contents

In the menu, you can choose whether to enable the PC's mother. I think I'll make for Nord, Breton, and Imperial as one option. You can also choose her occupation: barmaid, street prostitute, Arcane University magess, or unemployed. She can be a follower with healing or necromancy skills (just steal from Serana).

Arcane University Magess: Wizard Varnus: Your latest report was a disgrace! Shitty, weak, dumb, unworthy of the University. And that means I, who read it on my own behalf, am the same! You'll be demoted to apprentice duties for a month, scrubbing cauldrons! Without magic or even tools! Remember: You're here to serve, not to think. Expect more severe penalties if you fail again.
Mom: [Sigh] Oh, hello, child. What brings you here, love?
I'm sorry he treats you like that, Mother. Can I help with your work?
Sweet of you, but helping me just dirties your hands too. I'm used to being stepped on.
He can't talk to you like that! I'll make him regret it.
Bold words, child, but don't cross the wizard for my sake. I've learned to bend, it's safer.
What happened, Mom? Why is he so harsh?
Harsh? It's our way: I work, he shines. You'll see how power crushes the weak, like me.
Let him take credit. We'll use some spells to ruin him later.
Dark thoughts, child... like the necromancy I've studied in secret. Perhaps you're my true heir.

 

Unemployed in her modest house behind Imperial City walls: My child? By Dibella, it's you! This old house isn't much, but it's kept me since... well, since I had nothing else. What brings you back to your weary mother?
I missed you, Mom. I'm sorry you're living like this.
Oh, love, don't pity me. I've already gotten used to the cold hard bed and loneliness and dirt everywhere. You don't need to carry my burden.
This place is a mess. Why haven't you done something with your life?
Sharp tongue, like I used to have. What can I do now? Return to adventures? And prostitution? I called it sexdventures, remember? Hm... Why not? I can still hold in my hand not only a dick but a whole staff!
It's good to see you, Mom. How are you holding up?
Holding up? Barely. No work, no purpose, just me and these walls. And cold hard bed. And loneliness. And dirt everywhere.
This dump suits you.
Oh, stop it, you know how dirty talk turns me on, and I'm your mother. Find an indirect relative and arouse her as you want.

 

Barmaid in The King and Queen Tavern in the Imperial City:
Client: You clumsy wench! Those were my new boots, cow! (Spank animation, you can talk to Mom)
I'm sorry too, sir. I'll help clean up.
No need. I love watching her suck up liquids from the floor. And then wipe them off with her hair.
Lay a hand on her again, and you'll regret it.
Big words for a nobody. Public punishments are written into her contract, that's why I come here. She should thank me more, I bring money to her boss.
Mom: I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again! Oh, child, you've caught me at a bad time: spilled a drink on a client and received the punishment I deserve. Ouch! Thank you, sir!
Mom, are you alright?
I manage, child. Let's talk somewhere quieter.

 

Street Prostitute in the Elven Gardens District:
Client: Die, your dirty whore!
Mom: Thank you, sir!
[The man throws her to the ground and climbs on her, leaving clear dirty marks of his soles on her skin. He stands on her chest, his boots buries in her tits. She waits patiently, whispering thanks, and finally he places his boot on her face and she begins to furiously clean his soles with her tongue, first one, then the other. He wipes his slobbery soles on her belly and steps down into the mud, instantly dirtying his licked boots. He pulls out some stinking small bag and throws it in your mother's face. The bag lands on her forehead and she screams her gratitude especially loudly.]
That's it, I'm done, you can use this thing.
Thank you, sir, for using my mother.
Did you crawl out of this cunt? Fuck, just like in the joke: a son of a bitch and a motherfucker meet, and then I don't remember what, but it's definitely very funny, you'll hurt your stomach from laughter.
M: Are you pimping her or something? My respect for dumping prices for all the meat in the capital.
F: So that means you are also just as a low cocksucker. Will you clean me up after your whore mother? [He points to his still leaking penis]
Gladly, sir.
Your purchase is a gift that keeps on giving. Do you hear that, bitch? [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"]
No, thanks.
Your loss. Judging by the price of your mother, you don't swim in food.
Leave her alone, you scum!
Hey, hey, this is all voluntary. [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"] If I buy an apple in the Market District and take a bite out of it, you're not going to tell me to leave it alone. The seller, I, and the apple are happy about this situation. Just like the guards, to whom we all regularly pay taxes, you understand?

Mom: Daedra! I'm getting too old for trampling, especially from stallions like these.
And you allow yourself to be treated like this?
I have to be competitive with these young, bold bitches. I compensate for my weariness by not having limits. That my job, as a cheep street whore, is to increase a client's self-esteem at my expense.
Why does your pay stink so much? I thought money didn't smell.
Because it's not money. It's shit. Imp shit. Sells really well to alchemists. What? I can't afford to give up anything of value, you know that.
Can I fuck you?
It's ungodly and disgusting. Nepotism! But I am very immoral disgusting whore, the gods obviously don't care about me, so a quick free shag.

 

Remind me who you are.
Ah, are these the jokes younglings tell mothers to their faces these days? I should have spanked you on the ass, but I don't know how, I only know how to get spanked. But in case your memory was erased by a good wizard, I will tell you that I am your mother. Former slut-adventurer. I worked in taverns and on the street and did quests, you know, in a slutty manner. Of course I know Restoration, how could I go without it with bandits and monsters? And Conjuration, for summoning my boys, I myself don't know anything, except if I need to hold off a gang of bandits for a couple of hours, then I'm your girl.

Where is Father?
The same place he always is, child. Looking at Lake Rumare, and how the wind drives green waves over the wide hills. Or are you asking more metaphysically? In Aetherius, I suppose. He wasn't particularly religious, otherwise he wouldn't have married a dirty whore, me.
Father's Gave Blessing: + 50 Health or something.

Mom, would you travel with me?
Oh, child, if you think I'm worthy... I've been stepped on enough in this life; maybe following you will give me purpose. You'll be there, and I'll be near and that's the deal, my dear.

 

Follower Systems:
Her temporary perk: Maternal care: Once a hour, heals 300 points automatically if you fall below 10% health. 
(24 hours) Mom, teach me about magic.
Restoration or Conjuration?
Restoration/Conjuration.
I learned these spells the hard way -- on my knees for mages who thought me disposable. Now, I pass it to you, my child. (+Restoration or Conjuration level)
Mom, heal me.
Mom, cure me.
Mom, strengthen me. (e.g., Fortify Health for 120 seconds)
Yes, child.
Gift System: Here, child, something to keep you going. (+ potions, Soul Gems, Barmaid gives alcohol; Prostitute gives nasty potions (and Fortify Stamina potions flavored as “from my old clients”); Magess gives spell tomes) "Take this potion -- I brewed it between shifts (my tits), when I wasn't being used."

Your Thoughts?
Attributes:
Strength: Your strength is as weak as mine. Well, prepare to withstand all grips.
Strong now, are you? I wish I'd had that when clients pinned me down in alleys. But don't forget, even the mighty fall, just like your mother did, over and over.
Stronger than I ever was, hauling crates to avoid a beating. But strength didn't save me from shame, will it save you?
Endurance: Such low endurance... reminds me of nights I could barely stand after a scolding and spanking at the tavern. No stamina, no hope, child.
Impressive endurance, surviving blows like that. I took worse from thugs and brutes. Your resilience must come from Father.
Agility: Clumsy, the same as me, tripping over clients' feet after an especially dire gangbang. My submissive life taught me to stay low, and so should you.
Nimble as a shadow now? I envied that when I had to dodge tavern hands. But agility won't save you from the realisation of your humiliating life, trust your mother in that.
Speed: So slow... like me fleeing a bad client or a boss's temper. Run faster, or you'll end up bent over like your mother, enduring.
Fast on your feet! I could have used that escaping my old life of submission. Yet, speed just delays the inevitable fall.
Intelligence: I studied Restoration and Conjuration on my knees, begging scraps from mages. You're dim like that, my failure as a mother shows in you.
Sharp mind for magic now... unlike me, scolded and demoted at the Arcane University for 'indiscretions.' Your intellect mocks my submissive past; use it, or it'll betray you like mine did, when in my life entered cocks.
Willpower: Weak willpower... I know that feeling, yielding to every demand in my profession. Submit already, child; it's in our blood, the easy way out.
Strong will, resisting spells and foes. I lacked that when men dominated me with words alone. But even the willful bend, I've been humbled enough for both of us.
Personality: Poor personality... charming no one, just like me, smiling through insults to earn a coin and  haggling with clients just to made a deal worse for me.
Charismatic now? I tried that in my street days, but ended up submitting anyway. But don't let it fool you into thinking you're above degradation.
Luck: Bad luck plagues you... as it did me, well you know my life.
Lucky turns? I never had that; my life was all misfortune and submission. I thought I was, once, before fate made me its toy. Don’t trust it, child.
Skills:
Blade: Your swordplay’s as sloppy as... well, my jobs. We're both laughable, child.
A fine blade skill. I wielded cocks, but this usually doesn't save you from bitchslaps. 
Blunt: Swinging a mace like I swung first dick. Sinful but funny.
You crush with that weapon? I was crushed too. Many-many-many reciprocating crushes.
Hand-to-Hand: Your fists are feeble, like mine when I fend off groping hands. No wonder you're my kin, so helpless.
Good with your hands, eh? Me too, in different ways.
Armorer: Who needs armor anyway? It's better to walk through a bandit lair naked, you'll be safer, trust me on this one.
Alteration: Your spells fizzle like my hopes did at the University.
Alteration master? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Conjuration: I recommend learning Conjuration. Summoned boys both attack and defend, and some entertain.
Come on, share with mommy which of your summonable boys or are the best lovers. And tell me their nymics.
Restoration: I recommend learning Restoration. With our work we often get beaten, we need to heal quickly so as not to enter the next beating unsightly.
Hey, kid, we are two healers, we can engage in combat desperate tricks. For example, minotaurs are no longer scary to our body, right? And ogres with their huge clubs. And horses. Scary huge wild horses.
Alchemy: Your potions are as weak as the slop my clients brewed inside me.
Wow, you are a real alchemist. I am too, in a way. I have tried many substances in my life...
Sneak: If you can't fight or run away, you'll hide. Saved me from a lot of problems. Well, and brought a lot of problems.
Speechcraft: What, begging is useless. My school.
Charming folk, are you? Can talked you way out of beatings. I envy you.
Block: Don't know how to block? Well, it's okay, life will teach you anyway.
Wow, you're a master of blocking. Can you teach my ass against spanking?
Destruction: Fizzling destruction? Harmless sparks, like my threats to clients who laughed. Destroys only me.
Devastating destruction magic? Like, they can order you, and you may not obey? Wow.
Illusion: I studied illusion, but stopped after the disguise disappeared in the center of the enemy camp, and I didn't have real clothes yet.
Master of illusions? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Mysticism: I still don't understand what Mysticism does. Very mystical school, heh-heh.
Acrobatics: Are you my child? Where does such stiffness come from?/You are definitely my child. I can still provide an anal and rimming at the same time. Although not vaginal and rimming, my ribs prevent me from bending into such a ram's horn, damn them!
Athletics: Run more, it makes your butt pump up.
You can be proud of your ass. It's obvious that you run a lot. Probably not very proud of your courage in this case.
Marksman: Missing every shot... Like your father. Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth. Deadly accurateWhere did you put my husband's child? Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth.
Security: Can't pick a lock? Oh well. We didn't live richly, so there's no point in starting.
What nimble fingers, and how skillfully you pick at locks. I need to distract myself, you are my child.
Locations:
Everywhere: Oh, here I was sucking a cock!
Tavern: This place reminds me of my barmaid days. Even phantom pains appear backside.
Arcane University: They scolded me here like a child.
Waterfront: This is where I earned our wet bread on my back.
Anvil's ocean air smells of freedom, but I was trapped here, serving sailors who paid in slaps. Good times.
This port? I worked these docks, love. Every wave reminds me of strong salty hands, I can't refuse.
We need to go to Chapel of Dibella, although they stopped getting naked there, only boredom remains.
Bravil's filth suits me.
Cold as my bitch's heart, Bruma is. I begged here once, frozen and ignored.
Cheydinhal's shadows hid my shame for a while, but clients always found me. Dark elves are very insatiable, it's even strange that you are not one of them/it's not even strange that you are one of them.
Daedra, my knees remember the pavement of every alley.
Chorrol’s so quaint, yet I was mocked here too. One client liked to spit. A lot. I stayed on his saliva for a couple of days. And another liked to insert feathers into girls' asses and make a race of his villa. Men are such funny creatures.
The Imperial City. Grand, but there are as many, if not more, whores, pirates and thugs than anywhere else. And we are one of them.
Kvatch's ruins... like my pussy after congratulating your father on his birthday. Remember, I told you?
Leyawiin's swamps stink of my past, crawling through muck for coin. And the smell of Argonian cock.
Love the Skingrad's wines.
Joined the Fighters Guild? Good for you. I fought my battles in beds and alleys, far messier, and no glory.
They rejected me for 'moral failings.' Guess my blood runs thin in you.
Who are they?
All of them.
General thoughts:
Sometimes I wonder if you're ashamed of me... the whore, the slut, the failure. But you keep me around. Masochist, like your mother?
Idle hands... reminds me of waiting for clients. Dont let me bore you, child, command me, if you want.
These undead I summon... they obey better than I ever did.

 

Potential side quests:
Help your mother at work.
Bandits kidnap your mother. Together, you and your mother defeat all the bandits, exhausting them. Then, you escape.
A group of Nords insults you and your mother. You can ignore it, or your mother can defuse the situation. Otherwise, you can attack, and the guard will arrest you. Your mother will have to apologize to the Nords.

What do you think?

Nice ... Very nice, now let's see Paul Allen story.

For real tho this is for skylivion right. I would love to see this got integrate into the main quest of your mod too

[ntn94]

On 9/4/2025 at 7:49 PM, JustMe469 said:

Re-asking this in case anyone else has this problem.

Anytime my game freezes or crashes, when I re-load a good save, it tells me "1 new mcm registered" (this mod). All my progress is lost, even if I've completed a quest, or partway completed a quest. Everything is gone. It just keeps re-installing it. I've never seen this issue and have no idea how to fix it. 

It may not be directly related to this mod, but it does not happen with any other mod. I even tried installing a new (different) mod and that works fine and saves my progress, and does not re-load itself. It's only this mod that does it.

Any help? From anyone?

Thanks. 

You installed way more plug-ins than skyrim can handle, had same issue, the limit is somewhere around 255 something, you will get the message in loot 

 

Delete some clothing /follower mods then it will work fine with a NEW GAME

[blaster117117]

9 hours ago, DSHV said:

What version of the mod are you using, and what version of Skyrim do you have?

skyrim se 1.3.1170, and the latest version of the mod

[Highborn]

On 9/11/2025 at 6:35 AM, DSHV said:

Your Mom Follower

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In the menu, you can choose whether to enable the PC's mother. I think I'll make for Nord, Breton, and Imperial as one option. You can also choose her occupation: barmaid, street prostitute, Arcane University magess, or unemployed. She can be a follower with healing or necromancy skills (just steal from Serana).

Arcane University Magess: Wizard Varnus: Your latest report was a disgrace! Shitty, weak, dumb, unworthy of the University. And that means I, who read it on my own behalf, am the same! You'll be demoted to apprentice duties for a month, scrubbing cauldrons! Without magic or even tools! Remember: You're here to serve, not to think. Expect more severe penalties if you fail again.
Mom: [Sigh] Oh, hello, child. What brings you here, love?
I'm sorry he treats you like that, Mother. Can I help with your work?
Sweet of you, but helping me just dirties your hands too. I'm used to being stepped on.
He can't talk to you like that! I'll make him regret it.
Bold words, child, but don't cross the wizard for my sake. I've learned to bend, it's safer.
What happened, Mom? Why is he so harsh?
Harsh? It's our way: I work, he shines. You'll see how power crushes the weak, like me.
Let him take credit. We'll use some spells to ruin him later.
Dark thoughts, child... like the necromancy I've studied in secret. Perhaps you're my true heir.

 

Unemployed in her modest house behind Imperial City walls: My child? By Dibella, it's you! This old house isn't much, but it's kept me since... well, since I had nothing else. What brings you back to your weary mother?
I missed you, Mom. I'm sorry you're living like this.
Oh, love, don't pity me. I've already gotten used to the cold hard bed and loneliness and dirt everywhere. You don't need to carry my burden.
This place is a mess. Why haven't you done something with your life?
Sharp tongue, like I used to have. What can I do now? Return to adventures? And prostitution? I called it sexdventures, remember? Hm... Why not? I can still hold in my hand not only a dick but a whole staff!
It's good to see you, Mom. How are you holding up?
Holding up? Barely. No work, no purpose, just me and these walls. And cold hard bed. And loneliness. And dirt everywhere.
This dump suits you.
Oh, stop it, you know how dirty talk turns me on, and I'm your mother. Find an indirect relative and arouse her as you want.

 

Barmaid in The King and Queen Tavern in the Imperial City:
Client: You clumsy wench! Those were my new boots, cow! (Spank animation, you can talk to Mom)
I'm sorry too, sir. I'll help clean up.
No need. I love watching her suck up liquids from the floor. And then wipe them off with her hair.
Lay a hand on her again, and you'll regret it.
Big words for a nobody. Public punishments are written into her contract, that's why I come here. She should thank me more, I bring money to her boss.
Mom: I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again! Oh, child, you've caught me at a bad time: spilled a drink on a client and received the punishment I deserve. Ouch! Thank you, sir!
Mom, are you alright?
I manage, child. Let's talk somewhere quieter.

 

Street Prostitute in the Elven Gardens District:
Client: Die, your dirty whore!
Mom: Thank you, sir!
[The man throws her to the ground and climbs on her, leaving clear dirty marks of his soles on her skin. He stands on her chest, his boots buries in her tits. She waits patiently, whispering thanks, and finally he places his boot on her face and she begins to furiously clean his soles with her tongue, first one, then the other. He wipes his slobbery soles on her belly and steps down into the mud, instantly dirtying his licked boots. He pulls out some stinking small bag and throws it in your mother's face. The bag lands on her forehead and she screams her gratitude especially loudly.]
That's it, I'm done, you can use this thing.
Thank you, sir, for using my mother.
Did you crawl out of this cunt? Fuck, just like in the joke: a son of a bitch and a motherfucker meet, and then I don't remember what, but it's definitely very funny, you'll hurt your stomach from laughter.
M: Are you pimping her or something? My respect for dumping prices for all the meat in the capital.
F: So that means you are also just as a low cocksucker. Will you clean me up after your whore mother? [He points to his still leaking penis]
Gladly, sir.
Your purchase is a gift that keeps on giving. Do you hear that, bitch? [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"]
No, thanks.
Your loss. Judging by the price of your mother, you don't swim in food.
Leave her alone, you scum!
Hey, hey, this is all voluntary. [He kicks your mom in the thigh, earning another "thank you"] If I buy an apple in the Market District and take a bite out of it, you're not going to tell me to leave it alone. The seller, I, and the apple are happy about this situation. Just like the guards, to whom we all regularly pay taxes, you understand?

Mom: Daedra! I'm getting too old for trampling, especially from stallions like these.
And you allow yourself to be treated like this?
I have to be competitive with these young, bold bitches. I compensate for my weariness by not having limits. That my job, as a cheep street whore, is to increase a client's self-esteem at my expense.
Why does your pay stink so much? I thought money didn't smell.
Because it's not money. It's shit. Imp shit. Sells really well to alchemists. What? I can't afford to give up anything of value, you know that.
Can I fuck you?
It's ungodly and disgusting. Nepotism! But I am very immoral disgusting whore, the gods obviously don't care about me, so a quick free shag.

 

Remind me who you are.
Ah, are these the jokes younglings tell mothers to their faces these days? I should have spanked you on the ass, but I don't know how, I only know how to get spanked. But in case your memory was erased by a good wizard, I will tell you that I am your mother. Former slut-adventurer. I worked in taverns and on the street and did quests, you know, in a slutty manner. Of course I know Restoration, how could I go without it with bandits and monsters? And Conjuration, for summoning my boys, I myself don't know anything, except if I need to hold off a gang of bandits for a couple of hours, then I'm your girl.

Where is Father?
The same place he always is, child. Looking at Lake Rumare, and how the wind drives green waves over the wide hills. Or are you asking more metaphysically? In Aetherius, I suppose. He wasn't particularly religious, otherwise he wouldn't have married a dirty whore, me.
Father's Gave Blessing: + 50 Health or something.

Mom, would you travel with me?
Oh, child, if you think I'm worthy... I've been stepped on enough in this life; maybe following you will give me purpose. You'll be there, and I'll be near and that's the deal, my dear.

 

Follower Systems:
Her temporary perk: Maternal care: Once a hour, heals 300 points automatically if you fall below 10% health. 
(24 hours) Mom, teach me about magic.
Restoration or Conjuration?
Restoration/Conjuration.
I learned these spells the hard way -- on my knees for mages who thought me disposable. Now, I pass it to you, my child. (+Restoration or Conjuration level)
Mom, heal me.
Mom, cure me.
Mom, strengthen me. (e.g., Fortify Health for 120 seconds)
Yes, child.
Gift System: Here, child, something to keep you going. (+ potions, Soul Gems, Barmaid gives alcohol; Prostitute gives nasty potions (and Fortify Stamina potions flavored as “from my old clients”); Magess gives spell tomes) "Take this potion -- I brewed it between shifts (my tits), when I wasn't being used."

Your Thoughts?
Attributes:
Strength: Your strength is as weak as mine. Well, prepare to withstand all grips.
Strong now, are you? I wish I'd had that when clients pinned me down in alleys. But don't forget, even the mighty fall, just like your mother did, over and over.
Stronger than I ever was, hauling crates to avoid a beating. But strength didn't save me from shame, will it save you?
Endurance: Such low endurance... reminds me of nights I could barely stand after a scolding and spanking at the tavern. No stamina, no hope, child.
Impressive endurance, surviving blows like that. I took worse from thugs and brutes. Your resilience must come from Father.
Agility: Clumsy, the same as me, tripping over clients' feet after an especially dire gangbang. My submissive life taught me to stay low, and so should you.
Nimble as a shadow now? I envied that when I had to dodge tavern hands. But agility won't save you from the realisation of your humiliating life, trust your mother in that.
Speed: So slow... like me fleeing a bad client or a boss's temper. Run faster, or you'll end up bent over like your mother, enduring.
Fast on your feet! I could have used that escaping my old life of submission. Yet, speed just delays the inevitable fall.
Intelligence: I studied Restoration and Conjuration on my knees, begging scraps from mages. You're dim like that, my failure as a mother shows in you.
Sharp mind for magic now... unlike me, scolded and demoted at the Arcane University for 'indiscretions.' Your intellect mocks my submissive past; use it, or it'll betray you like mine did, when in my life entered cocks.
Willpower: Weak willpower... I know that feeling, yielding to every demand in my profession. Submit already, child; it's in our blood, the easy way out.
Strong will, resisting spells and foes. I lacked that when men dominated me with words alone. But even the willful bend, I've been humbled enough for both of us.
Personality: Poor personality... charming no one, just like me, smiling through insults to earn a coin and  haggling with clients just to made a deal worse for me.
Charismatic now? I tried that in my street days, but ended up submitting anyway. But don't let it fool you into thinking you're above degradation.
Luck: Bad luck plagues you... as it did me, well you know my life.
Lucky turns? I never had that; my life was all misfortune and submission. I thought I was, once, before fate made me its toy. Don’t trust it, child.
Skills:
Blade: Your swordplay’s as sloppy as... well, my jobs. We're both laughable, child.
A fine blade skill. I wielded cocks, but this usually doesn't save you from bitchslaps. 
Blunt: Swinging a mace like I swung first dick. Sinful but funny.
You crush with that weapon? I was crushed too. Many-many-many reciprocating crushes.
Hand-to-Hand: Your fists are feeble, like mine when I fend off groping hands. No wonder you're my kin, so helpless.
Good with your hands, eh? Me too, in different ways.
Armorer: Who needs armor anyway? It's better to walk through a bandit lair naked, you'll be safer, trust me on this one.
Alteration: Your spells fizzle like my hopes did at the University.
Alteration master? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Conjuration: I recommend learning Conjuration. Summoned boys both attack and defend, and some entertain.
Come on, share with mommy which of your summonable boys or are the best lovers. And tell me their nymics.
Restoration: I recommend learning Restoration. With our work we often get beaten, we need to heal quickly so as not to enter the next beating unsightly.
Hey, kid, we are two healers, we can engage in combat desperate tricks. For example, minotaurs are no longer scary to our body, right? And ogres with their huge clubs. And horses. Scary huge wild horses.
Alchemy: Your potions are as weak as the slop my clients brewed inside me.
Wow, you are a real alchemist. I am too, in a way. I have tried many substances in my life...
Sneak: If you can't fight or run away, you'll hide. Saved me from a lot of problems. Well, and brought a lot of problems.
Speechcraft: What, begging is useless. My school.
Charming folk, are you? Can talked you way out of beatings. I envy you.
Block: Don't know how to block? Well, it's okay, life will teach you anyway.
Wow, you're a master of blocking. Can you teach my ass against spanking?
Destruction: Fizzling destruction? Harmless sparks, like my threats to clients who laughed. Destroys only me.
Devastating destruction magic? Like, they can order you, and you may not obey? Wow.
Illusion: I studied illusion, but stopped after the disguise disappeared in the center of the enemy camp, and I didn't have real clothes yet.
Master of illusions? Can you enlarge my lips so that they look like the lower ones?
Mysticism: I still don't understand what Mysticism does. Very mystical school, heh-heh.
Acrobatics: Are you my child? Where does such stiffness come from?/You are definitely my child. I can still provide an anal and rimming at the same time. Although not vaginal and rimming, my ribs prevent me from bending into such a ram's horn, damn them!
Athletics: Run more, it makes your butt pump up.
You can be proud of your ass. It's obvious that you run a lot. Probably not very proud of your courage in this case.
Marksman: Missing every shot... Like your father. Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth. Deadly accurateWhere did you put my husband's child? Sorry, sorry, I shut my mouth.
Security: Can't pick a lock? Oh well. We didn't live richly, so there's no point in starting.
What nimble fingers, and how skillfully you pick at locks. I need to distract myself, you are my child.
Locations:
Everywhere: Oh, here I was sucking a cock!
Tavern: This place reminds me of my barmaid days. Even phantom pains appear backside.
Arcane University: They scolded me here like a child.
Waterfront: This is where I earned our wet bread on my back.
Anvil's ocean air smells of freedom, but I was trapped here, serving sailors who paid in slaps. Good times.
This port? I worked these docks, love. Every wave reminds me of strong salty hands, I can't refuse.
We need to go to Chapel of Dibella, although they stopped getting naked there, only boredom remains.
Bravil's filth suits me.
Cold as my bitch's heart, Bruma is. I begged here once, frozen and ignored.
Cheydinhal's shadows hid my shame for a while, but clients always found me. Dark elves are very insatiable, it's even strange that you are not one of them/it's not even strange that you are one of them.
Daedra, my knees remember the pavement of every alley.
Chorrol’s so quaint, yet I was mocked here too. One client liked to spit. A lot. I stayed on his saliva for a couple of days. And another liked to insert feathers into girls' asses and make a race of his villa. Men are such funny creatures.
The Imperial City. Grand, but there are as many, if not more, whores, pirates and thugs than anywhere else. And we are one of them.
Kvatch's ruins... like my pussy after congratulating your father on his birthday. Remember, I told you?
Leyawiin's swamps stink of my past, crawling through muck for coin. And the smell of Argonian cock.
Love the Skingrad's wines.
Joined the Fighters Guild? Good for you. I fought my battles in beds and alleys, far messier, and no glory.
They rejected me for 'moral failings.' Guess my blood runs thin in you.
Who are they?
All of them.
General thoughts:
Sometimes I wonder if you're ashamed of me... the whore, the slut, the failure. But you keep me around. Masochist, like your mother?
Idle hands... reminds me of waiting for clients. Dont let me bore you, child, command me, if you want.
These undead I summon... they obey better than I ever did.

 

Potential side quests:
Help your mother at work.
Bandits kidnap your mother. Together, you and your mother defeat all the bandits, exhausting them. Then, you escape.
A group of Nords insults you and your mother. You can ignore it, or your mother can defuse the situation. Otherwise, you can attack, and the guard will arrest you. Your mother will have to apologize to the Nords.

What do you think?

I've been looking for mods like this for ages. Having parents that actually have quests and dialogues related to them. Never liked much Bethesda's idea of making the PC completely blank.

 

But from the looks of it? It's not for Skyrim? It's for Oblivion? I'd love to see this in Skyrim, maybe in a different mod/plugin? Troubles of Heroine feels too big and change many things at this point for my more "modesty" gameplay.

[JustMe469]

8 hours ago, ntn94 said:

You installed way more plug-ins than skyrim can handle, had same issue, the limit is somewhere around 255 something, you will get the message in loot 

 

Delete some clothing /follower mods then it will work fine with a NEW GAME

That's not the issue. Everything else works fine, even if I add other mods. They work, this one doesn't. 

[feratur]

soo i think  there  is  a  probleme  the  DLC addon  change  nothing  (or  i juste   don't  find  any  content 'cause  i'm stupid)  but  well  the  probleme  stay  the  same   no encounter  in souls cairn  ,serana  does not  get  any  more dialog option  and the  dragonborn quest  doesn't  change  neither  ...  i'm  on  skyrim  ae  (  maybe   it's   the  problem ) 

[super-storm]

I've created a Chinese translation version of the mod's main file. Although it might still feel a bit stiff in places, it should be significantly better than the previous machine-translated versions.

 

troublesofheroine.esp

Edited September 17, 2025 by super-storm

[daddylonglegs01]

Its a great mod, I just wish the npc's did spicy stuffs and not just move into the same area. Like after you make Sylgja the town s**t, she continues mining and doesn't do other stuffs, the khajiit and Ysolda doesn't do stuffs. It just makes the decisions feel like they don't matter. It's just PC oriented. Apart from that the mod's awesome. 

[DSHV]

On 9/12/2025 at 11:57 PM, blaster117117 said:

skyrim se 1.3.1170, and the latest version of the mod

TroublesofHeroineSAE3.0.2? I don't know, everything works for others. Try reinstalling the mod from scratch.

On 9/13/2025 at 12:38 AM, Highborn said:

It's for Oblivion?

For Skyblivion. I'll be surprised if modders don't add a portal to Skyrim (like Tale of Two Wastelands, only the timeskip will be longer). But maybe I should think about Troubles of Heroine 2.

On 9/13/2025 at 9:18 AM, feratur said:

soo i think  there  is  a  probleme  the  DLC addon  change  nothing

Are you using TroublesofHeroineDawnguardAddonSE1.1.1.rar?

18 hours ago, super-storm said:

I've created a Chinese translation version of the mod's main file.

Thank you. Added a link to the mod's main page.

2 hours ago, daddylonglegs01 said:

Like after you make Sylgja the town s**t, she continues mining and doesn't do other stuffs, the khajiit and Ysolda doesn't do stuffs.

I would like to, but I don't want to interfere with vanilla NPC behavior packs. Also, activating animations in the NPC schedule causes errors (I did this with Windhelm prison and it clogged up the console.). Only if you activate animations near the PC.

Edited September 14, 2025 by DSHV

[Alturistix]

On 9/14/2025 at 8:15 AM, DSHV said:

I would like to, but I don't want to interfere with vanilla NPC behavior packs. Also, activating animations in the NPC schedule causes errors (I did this with Windhelm prison and it clogged up the console.). Only if you activate animations near the PC.

You can make a cloned NPC for her, and disable the vanilla character. Then you can add a dialogue option: I'll take over your duties for a while, you can go back to your normal schedule.

 

This will then disable the mod's npc and enable vanilla NPC.

 

With vanilla NPC you can add dialogue:

Your break is over, go back to your duties.

 

Which will disable vanilla and enable the modded NPC.

[ntn94]

On 9/12/2025 at 9:32 PM, JustMe469 said:

That's not the issue. Everything else works fine, even if I add other mods. They work, this one doesn't. 

Try it 

Mod resetting problem only happen after a 2-3 hrs of gameplay, I lost many saves because of this 

[DSHV]

On 9/15/2025 at 7:35 PM, Alturistix said:

You can make a cloned NPC for her, and disable the vanilla character. Then you can add a dialogue option: I'll take over your duties for a while, you can go back to your normal schedule.

Well, I can do this with the original NPC and even intercept behavior packets via alias. I wrote about including sex in the NPC's schedule.

[mcdyn]

which version I use for Skyrim 1.5.97 ? 

and what other addons, if necessary, do you recommend?

[DSHV]

3 hours ago, mcdyn said:

which version I use for Skyrim 1.5.97 ? 

TroublesofHeroineSAE3.0.2. Addons are optional content. You can also check out the mod patches section on the mod page.