SlothRacer Posted March 6, 2016 Posted March 6, 2016 Hair 6. But first time pls remove the neck seam issue. Thanks. Been faffing about with different texture mods and didn't notice the neck seam
myuhinny Posted March 6, 2016 Posted March 6, 2016 Looks more like a gloss difference then a seam to me.
itt1968 Posted March 6, 2016 Posted March 6, 2016 Donna is still in the wip stages of development, so she is gonna change a bit from time to time... I'm in love with her body though... those long, lean, muscular body's are just to much IMO so, that wont change the hair will be the thing that changes the most until I find an hdt style i like and I'll more than likely add a couple new tats over time... "Yeah, I'm a half elf... so what? I call Solitude my home and even there I've heard just about all the insults you can think of... But, that's ok, I don't hold grudges... I get even! Being a Thalmor Agent does have it's advantages and I know a lot of dirty little secrets about you little pipsqueaks...Hehehe! NSFW
TheOniNinja Posted March 6, 2016 Posted March 6, 2016 Here's a story of my favourite character's arrival in Skyrim, which I've been meaning to tell for some time. It's a bit verbose, some of the images are quite large and I'm not much of a storyteller but I hope it's an enjoyable read. Finally, after a sleepless night's journey traversing the narrow mountain pass, the rocks parted and granted her a view of this cold new land. The sky was overcast, and thunder grumbled in the distance. She frowned as she surveyed the valley before her; a cold, rocky scrubland of sparse, leafless trees which the Nords referred to as The Reach. She was very far from home. Climbing down from the rocky outcropping she'd used as a vantage point she began looking for a place to rest, preferably where if the sky opened above her she might remain relatively dry. She had just spotted a likely enough copse of trees when sudden movement brought her to a halt. Looking closer she saw that one of the trees was alive. Though she'd dealt with spriggans before she decided to give this one a wide berth, heading for another scattered stand in the distance. Soon enough she'd found a tree of her own to crawl under, leaning her horn bow against the gnarled trunk along with the backpack which held her few meager belongings. Mostly trophies she hadn't been able to leave behind. Settling in amongst the tree's great roots she folded her arms behind her head and soon drifted off into a light sleep. She hadn't slept long before being roused by a commotion coming from beyond a nearby drop in the land. Getting to her feet she cautiously approached the escarpment until she was looking over the edge. What she saw surprised her. A group of men and a woman clad in crude furs were gathered around a wounded spriggan. She watched as their leader struck it down, laughing while the rest of his party threw up a cheer. She knew these people, or at least know of them: Reachmen, Bretons native to the Reach, almost as wild as her own people at this point. Wondering what they were up to she descended from the ledge and approached, hailing them. Turning at the sound of her voice the Forsworn looked as if they were about to fight until their leader waved them down. “Calm yourselves, it's just a bloody Bosmer. What do you want, elf?” their Briarheart asked, a threatening note in his voice. “This bloody Bosmer is called Illasria, Reachman,” She replied, fixing him with disconcerting yellow eyes. “and I just came by to see what all the fuss was about.” “So now you've seen.” The large Breton said. “Now piss off.” “What is this?” She asked, gesturing at the dead Spriggan. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” “It looks like you're hunting Spriggans.” “There's you're answer. So if you're smart enough to figure that out what are you bothering us for?” The forsworn leader growled, growing impatient. “Worth hunting are they? Why? They're hardly good eating I would imagine.” The elf demanded. With a tired sigh the Briarheart answered. “Our mistress requires them for our rituals. Their taproots and sap are strong magical catalysts. Matrons such as this one especially. Satisfied yet?” Illasria's mouth formed a thin line as she considered the man's words. “Your mistress?” She inquired at last. “A hagraven?” The Forsworn bristled but answered curtly. “If you say so. Now don't you have anything more important to do?” He asked. “Like licking some Altmer's boots?” Some of the Reachmen drew their weapons. “I have all the time in the world actually.” “Well we don't, so if you'll excuse us.” The Briarheart stepped forward but the elf raised a hand to stop him, gesturing toward the corpse at their feet. “The spriggan stays.” The Forsworn glared at her and she glared back. A tense moment passed and then one of the men stepped forward, sweeping in with his axe. Leaping out of the way Illasria vaulted the stone on which the dead spriggan lay and lunged for the female shaman who was in the midst of raising her hand to cast. Barreling into the woman Illasria doubled her over with a knee to the abdomen before bringing her fist down on the back of her neck. As the shaman girl went limp the elf caught her falling dagger and turned to go to work on the rest of them. Like a wild animal she tore into the gathered men, slaying each in turn until at last only their leader remained. The two stared each other down, neither moving nor speaking for some time, each waiting for the other to strike first. Finally the Briarheart bellowed, lunging forward with his knife while flames flickered in his free hand. The elf slipped forward as well, faster than he could track. Transferring her stolen dagger to her left hand she batted aside his thrusting strike and plunged her hand through the crude cage of twigs set in his chest, plucking out the briar heart within. With a gasp the breath left his body, and the life drained out of his eyes. Letting him fall she looked down at the plant pod in her hand and then cast it aside as well. Looking around at the pile if slain bodies her eyes fixed upon the husk of the spriggan over which all the blood had been spilled. For the first time she really stopped to consider what the spriggans were. Some said they were daughters of Nirn, others like some Nords, said they were handmaidens of Kyne. Settling down next to it Illasria herself wondered. Clearly they had some greater connection to nature, the fact that they were made of living wood and that the hagravens so despised them was proof enough of that. She wondered now though if there was more. “Who gave you shape, creature?” She asked. “Was it the same as made my kind?” The spriggan didn't answer. Shaking her head sadly she drew forth the iron dagger, wiping the blood off on her armor. “Well, you weren't my hunt spriggan but the least I can do is grant you the same reverence. It's better than what they intended I'm sure.” Setting to work she first carved out the creature's taproot and held it aloft. A prime ingredient for alchemists, the twisted root was about the size of her fist with the consistency and texture of a root vegetable such as a potato, or turnip. She'd never eaten such before, always honoring strictly the Meat Mandate of her homeland, even after the Dominion had abolished the Green Pact. Was this still technically meat? She hoped she would be permitted this one exception. She took a bite and grimaced. The skin of the root was exceptionally tough and the sap inside was sweet, almost sickeningly so. Still she forced herself to continue until nothing was left but sap on her fingers. Feeling the strong, primal magic for which the taproots were so sought-after coursing through her Illasria turned her attention to the rest of the husk. Though shaping dead wood was a challenge even for experienced druids she felt that with the extra borrowed magic she could manage it. Stripping off her furs she ran her hands across the dead wooden body and nodded to herself. “You're going to make the finest armor in all of Tamriel.” She promised the fallen creature, lifting its body and beginning to craft the wood around herself as the Bosmer shaped the living bark of their tree homes back in the jungles of the Valenwood. The shaping went as normal at first, the wood twisting to embrace her body. But as she became more connected with the fallen creature the wild magic that had infused her began to grow, blooming like a flower. Suddenly it arced through her, into the wood itself and she let out a strangled cry. The wood began to shape itself and the magic flowed through her limbs and into the dead spriggan's unbidden, using her body as a channel. A gnarled bole like a root twisted up between her legs, drawing a moan of both pain and pleasure from the lips on her anguished face as it parted those below. She could feel the transfigured wood siphoning away her energy even as the taproot she had ingested provided more. The magic coursing through her had a familiar feel to it and she began to wonder if eating the taproot had been the right thing to do after all, or if this was Y'ffre's way of punishing her. She wondered if she was going to die. She writhed on the edge of agony and ecstasy for what seemed like an age before the wild magic that coursed through her body began to abate. Slumping forward her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to bring her body and mind back under control. When at last she regained some semblance of composure she raised herself to her knees and examined the changes that had come over the once-lifeless husk. The wood now glowed with nearly the vitality the spriggan matron had possessed in life and violent orange blossoms had sprouted and bloomed from the branches on her back. Hearing a dull drone in the air behind her she turned and her eyes widened at what she saw. A group of spriggans had gathered in the clearing as she had fought with the wild energies that had wracked her body and now they crowded around her. Struggling to her feet the elf watched in apprehension as the creatures drew near, wishing she had something closer to hand than the dagger that lay with her cast off clothing. The monotonous sussuration of the spriggans' insect swarms began to rise and the elf flinched, raising her hands to fend off the stinging insects she knew she would soon be assaulted with, tensing herself to flee if she could find the chance. Though the droning grew to fill her entire world after a long moment no pain had yet found her and she slowly opened her eyes. Once more she found the congregation of spriggans gathered around, watching her intently. She found that while the insects had swarmed around her body they had not done so in anger. Instead they had thronged to the orange blooms on her back, pollinating them, turned the same brilliant persimmon color through some strange nature of the blossoms. She realized the spriggans had not been attacking her but thanking her, accepting her as one of them. They had taken her as their matron. Once again she found herself wondering about their true nature. “Who gave you your shape, spriggans?” She asked again, gazing from one to the next. “Was it the same as gave me mine?” The spriggans said nothing. Taking in the scene before her from a fresh perspective, the forsworn hunting party and the gathered spriggans she began to slowly feel a sense of terrible purpose creep over her. She had wandered so long since she'd been forced out of her home, fighting with nothing to fight for. Turning her gaze south, in the direction of her distant homeland she nodded softly to herself. Here, she thought, in this cold, hostile land was finally something worth fighting for. Fashioning new garments from scraps taken from her fallen foes she lashed them across her new wooden carapace. Making her way back to the tree that had provided her shelter she retrieved her few belongings. Donning the trophies that she'd carried with her from the far side of Tamriel she set out. There were new enemies here, who hunted spirits of the wood and used their remains in vile desecrations against nature itself. She would show the Forsworn and their hagraven mistresses how vengeful nature could be. She would bring them the fear of being hunted. Thanks for indulging me, and thanks for sharing your own characters!
Skyphernaut Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 Nightingale or Dark Brotherhood? Btw, I'm using a different image host. Let me know if the files are too big or too slow to load, or stuff like that.
SlothRacer Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 found one for the lab Simpy stunning woman. I find her to be one of the hottest Skyrim created woman I have seen. Excellent job.
SlothRacer Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 My Redguard Kalah I have been trying to modify to something I am happy with. Still might tweak some things about her yet.
Kpnut Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 Just a few shots of Cris. Also here's a link to the latest update to Storm's story for anyone interested; http://www.loverslab.com/blog/76/entry-2567-storms-story-chapter-1-part-2/.
iamknotsatisfied Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 My Redguard Kalah I have been trying to modify to something I am happy with. Still might tweak some things about her yet. Kalah means black in hindi. Did u know that? What body type are u using?
Guest Donegan Posted March 8, 2016 Posted March 8, 2016 Jennifer recently became a vampire. She never thought that she would kill someone to get their blood, until now. Even after that relapse, she is still looking for a cure. Ah, é uma pena ela não ter vindo ao meu Stronghold. Ótimas imagens.
sativa Posted March 9, 2016 Posted March 9, 2016 found one for the lab Simpy stunning woman. I find her to be one of the hottest Skyrim created woman I have seen. Excellent job.
iamknotsatisfied Posted March 9, 2016 Posted March 9, 2016 found one for the lab Simpy stunning woman. I find her to be one of the hottest Skyrim created woman I have seen.Excellent job. And she looks so real
Guest Posted March 9, 2016 Posted March 9, 2016 Bottomless Wednesday \o/ P/s: All poses are from my pose pack - Arsenic Pose 1 :3
Guest Posted March 9, 2016 Posted March 9, 2016 The best version of Mjoll for me is Bijin's. I never been interested for her until recently, after I installed Bijin war maidens mod. I'm thrilled with hers long slim legs and sports body. And this happened the first when I took her for short time follower:
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