#evette san

[helgiafterdark]

this is when my stormcloak radicalization began

[lakesbian]

okay at this point i have to actually make sure i have track of whats going on in sylvesters head let's see. Boy Known As Sy is still in there but he's co-fronting and getting sort of blurry with a heavy dose of help from evette. and they still have the strategic Battle ideas but it's sans the Social strategy or ability to be even remotely manipulative, which seems to have gone in varying pieces to gordon and jamie. gordon the ability to read people, jamie moreso the ability to think deeply about broader details to form informed plans beyond the immediate dialogue? there's both jamies at times but they frequently seem to blend w the resulting appearance and mannerisms being Largely younger jamie but with a distinct touch of Anti Sy Bullshit that could only come from the older jamie. staying in sy's peripheral seems to come from older jamie too bc when they were separated younger jamie was like Right there. helen had more clarity earlier but Something Happened and evette and sy were struggling to hear from her afterwards...she was supplying the poker face though. duncan is apparently also here but sy isn't conscious when he's interacting or otherwise unable to observe, and hes not a sy fan. hes also opposed to gordon (?) and gordon dislikes him for interfering in gordon's management of the others? notably i haven't seen lillian or mary in any real capacity. Sorry surely there's no fucking way wildbow tries to collapse all of this back into one guy again after this arc

[juniperberries-canisroot]

Why is there no vodka in Skyrim?

Vodka is made from potatoes, which do grow in Skyrim's climate (in game). Yet there's mead, which made from honey, water, grains (Google says hops but let's assume they use wheat to make a more beer like honey mead). Google also says you can add spices and berries to it. There is a juniper berry mead in Helgen after you go back, Vilod's special blend (rip Vilod).

Ale, a beer, which is made from hops, malts, water and yeast, but let's assume they use wheat since wheat is still a grain and common for beer.

Then there's wine, which I'm pretty sure is imported from Cyrodiil since their climate is better for growing stuff like grapes. Sure Skyrim-ians could make wine from snowberries and juniper berries, but we don't really see that. Evette San makes a spiced wine but other than that I think it's safe to assume wine is imported, just like apples. No one seems to mention liking wine and beggars ask for ale or mead, beers.

Yet, there's still no vodka or drinks that contain vodka. Skyrim-ians don't seem to like heavy alcohols like rum, liquor, whiskey, brandy, ect... and seem to prefer 'lighter' alcohols, esp mead since it's mixed with honey. Vodka is a 'light' alcohol and Skyrim does grow potatoes in their climate, so why no vodka?

[americangirlpolls]

The second round of the doll tournament will start tomorrow! Here are the matchups:

1. Isabel Campion vs. Leyla

2. Minuk vs. Neela San

3. Kaya’aton’my vs. Caroline Abbott

4. Josefina Montoya vs. Cécile Rey

5. Addy Walker vs. Rebecca Rubin

6. Claudie Wells vs. Nanea Mitchell

7. Molly McIntire vs. Melody Ellison

8. Ivy Ling vs. Courtney Moore

9. Lindsey Bergman vs. Marisol Luna

10. Jess McConnell vs. Mia St. Clair

11. Sonali Matthews vs. Kanani Akina

12. Saige Copeland vs. Grace Thomas

13. Gabriela McBride vs. Tenney Grant

14. Luciana Vega vs. Joss Kendrick

15. Makena Williams vs. Evette Peeters

16. Corinne Tan vs. Kavi Sharma

[tastesoftamriel]

A Very Merry New Life Banquet

By Chef Talviel of Riften

Starters

Argonian-style grilled seafood tapas selection, with pandan saltrice vol-au-vents

Babaganoush, tzatziki, and hummus tasting platter, with Bergama seeded flatbread and haloumi

Markarth rabbit meatballs, with smoked juniper mousse

Scrib and saltrice arancini, with an oozing spiced scuttle centre

Breton roast pork belly, with apple sauce and comberry jelly

Old Orsinium echatere tartare, with chub loon egg

Mains

Black Marsh fragrant salad, with exotic herbs and lemongrass-ginger dressing

30 day dry-aged Gweden Farm wagyu steak, with Russafeld Heights pinot noir reduction

Fragrant paella à la Summerset, with fresh seafood and Russafeld Heights pinot grigio

Greenshade wild boar koftas, with duck fat and bacon dip

Traditional Betnikh honeyed wolf pie, with bitter goat cheese

Rivenspire gnocchi gratin, with speck and Eidar cheese

Desserts

Khajiiti steamed lotus seed bao, with condensed milk

Hew's Bane deconstructed baklava, with coconut gelato

Shimmerene peach tartlets, with champagne jelly

Snowberry and apple sauce, with custard and cinnamon rusks

Bosmeri frozen yoghurt, with honey, condensed sugar mammoth milk, and bacon bits

Marshmerrow sponge cake, with gold kanet whipped scuttlecream

Potables

Russafeld Heights Grand Cru champagne

Surilie Brothers 4E selection: Pinot noir, merlot, pinot grigio, chardonnay

Eastmarch jazbay ice wine

Black-Briar mead

Elden Root jagga and rotmeth

Evette San's New Life mulled wine

Selection of Orcish, Argonian, Breton, and Nord ales

[cyazurai]

Fourth date goes to Vicente! My creativity was running out, so Evette just took him out for karaoke in San Myshuno, but they enjoyed it anyway.

[morelikesin]

Day 25 - Gossip

Taarie smoothed the fabric out with her hand, looking at Natalie from the reflection of the mirror and studying her complexion. "Now, this is an autumn yellow. It looks-"

"Not as good as the summer yellow," Endarie scoffed. "It doesn't harm you, but it certainly doesn't benefit either."

"She's right. You can pull this off - if you're satisfied with not achieving your best."

Before Natalie could acknowledge the consensus, Endarie rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue in annoyance, her attention concerned with other matters, "Like that homely Evette San. She's to be attending a meet with Jarl Elise, and for someone who makes a Solitude-defining wine, she seems quite happy to present herself in the Blue Palace in autumn green."

"She never took our advice?" Taarie questioned as she removed the collection of yellows and replaced them with a set of blues. Based on how the others were laid out, the first fabric in the set was assumed to be the summer variant. Endarie raised a brow as she examined how the shade appeared on Natalie.

"No, she didn't. Suppose she thinks it doesn't matter." Endarie tapped the fabric as it lay on her client's chest, "You certainly look better in brighter shades. It adds to your natural glow."

Natalie merely nodded, observing just how much of a difference each shade made to her countenance. She knew there was some sort of truth to these analyses, but to see it on herself was a different view entirely.

Taarie turned over the summer blue fabric to compare the winter shade, a deeper blue. "With Evette's lack of sense, I doubt she could be pinned as Bolgeir's new mystery outlet for affection. He strikes me as a debonair man."

"Winter shades are much too dark for you," Endarie declared, quickly flipping the fabric to move onto the spring blue. "They drown everything on your face out. Perhaps Bolgeir prefers those that complement spring - something Evette certainly does not."

"Unlike you, Natalie. This blue is quite good on you, even if it is a yellow shade."

"It's much too bright," Endarie needled.

Taarie shrugged, flipping the fabric once more to see the autumn blue. "I think it suits her well, sister."

Elliott leaned closer to Blóð, keeping his voice hushed as the shop was small enough as it was, "Fancy clothes and all the juicy city gossip, ay? This would be perfect, if not for all the…y'know, backhandedness."

Blóð cracked a smile, whispering back to him as their attention remained allured by the exquisitely intricate jewelry out on display, polished gold and variously cut gems properly enticing. "I've learned to push their sourness to the back of my mind."

[princessnerdslayer]

The High Queen- a Skyrim Fanfic. Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Taken

“And then I sliced the Dragur in half!” Farkas exclaimed with a flourish, making the others howl with laughter.

Rhiannon smiled. They were camped in the shadow of High Gate ruins, a Nordic burial tomb on the edge of The Pale. They had been riding hard for the past week, stopping hours after the sun had set, and starting out before dawn. They stopped to water and rest their horses, but for naught else. They were so close to the safety of Haafingar though, it had been worth the grueling pace.

The twins had built a fire to ward against the chill of the brisk autumn night, and to keep any curious beasts away. Rhiannon stretched her numb fingers towards it, hoping to relax the muscles aching from days of gripping her silvery mount Amaya’s reins.

Farkas continued to regale the group with the tale of Skjor & his last mission to retrieve a fragment of Wuuthrad, the legendary battleaxe of the first Harbinger Ysgramor.  She’d heard it before, but it was still an entertaining tale, made all the better by Farkas’s dramatic story-telling. In another life, he would’ve made a wonderful bard.

Rhiannon could feel her eyes growing heavy, but she needed to relieve herself before she slept. As she rose, Breytla roused herself from her own seat, preparing to join her. Rhiannon stayed her with a raised hand- even princesses should get a little bit of privacy.

As she strode into the trees surrounding the ruins, she thought longingly about her room in the Blue Palace, and all the people she sorely missed there. While she never felt comfortable in her role as a princess or with the over preening courtiers surrounding the throne, she dearly loved the common-folk of Solitude as well as the city itself. She missed the tangy salt smell of the Ghost Sea, and the taste of Evette San’s spiced wine. Above all, she missed her mother. While Rhiannon had been at odds with her parents more often than not throughout her life, she still loved them, and wanted to be home to mourn with her mother.

Rhiannon relieved herself quickly, and then began walking back. As she approached the camp, she had the oddest feeling that she was missing something, a feeling of anxiety spreading through her chest.

Suddenly, Rhiannon realized what was wrong. She could hear every crackle and snap of the fire blazing from where she stood, still a distance from camp. There was no talking, no laughter. Complete silence. 

She began to take slow steps backwards, trying to make as little noise as possible. She had almost retraced her steps, when her back met something solid and warm. Arms thickly corded with muscle wrapped around her, and a male’s deep voice murmured “And where are you going, your highness”?

Ulfric finally had her. He’d had to ride like the very hounds of hell were on his heels, but he had her.

After his spies had told him that the princess’s convoy had decided to go west through The Reach, he had prepared an ambush east of Fort Sungard. The Imperials had recently retaken the fort from the Forsworn, and he knew they would stop there before heading north to Haafingar.

His plan had been well executed, and his men were well trained. The fighting was short, and they’d only lost one man to a well-aimed Imperial arrow. The princess’s guards had suffered worse losses before realizing they were defeated and throwing down their arms.

He'd walked over to the carriage, seeing his men had already pulled the princess and her sworn protector out. As he approached the two, his finely honed senses began to realize something was amiss. The princess was wearing a thick mourning veil- a custom that had not been common place in Skyrim for many years. He looked at the Blackshield, and while the exquisitely detailed ebony mail looked like the tales that were told of her, the iron great sword strapped across her back was definitely not the legendary Vanquisher. He strode up to the princess, and pulled off her veil, his jaw clenching when he saw what he had suspected. This was not her.

Galmar Stone-Fist, his second in command pulled the ebony helmet off the warrior, and revealed that the Blackshield was being impersonated by a man. They had been tricked!

Upon questioning, Ulfric discovered these two were a Priestess and Acolyte from the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun. While he would have dearly loved to have left the two tied up in the woods, he did not want to risk the wrath of an angry goddess. He stripped the remaining soldiers of their weapons and bound them all, hands and ankles. He then left them with the two imposters loose, pointing the way to Fort Sungard. It would take time to undo all the knots holding the soldiers, and then they would have a long walk to the Fort. By the time the Imperials reached the fort and came back with reinforcements, Ulfric and his men would be long gone. 

He'd ridden north at a blistering pace, sure that the princess’s party would have gone through The Pale. Hjaalmarch would have far too much bog to be passable riding at any great speed, and they had to know the deception would be discovered before the convoy reached Haafingar. He’d sent scouts riding multiple paths through The Pale, and one had finally located the party yesterday.

And now, he finally had her. Her willowy frame fit perfectly into his arms, as he held her tight to his chest. Though he was exhausted from his ride, he felt himself becoming aroused by her closeness, by the feel of her pert backside through the tight riding leathers she wore. Ulfric sighed deeply- it had been far too long since he had a woman beneath him, if even the mere closeness of this girl was arousing him so deeply.

They had met before, when she was only 11. He had come to Solitude for a meeting of the Jarl’s, and he remembered little of her from then. She had been a sullen child, refusing to offer any thoughts or opinions in the political discussions. He did remember that she was a pretty girl, with the promise of being a beautiful woman. He was eager to see if that promise had been fulfilled.

He moved his hands to take Rhiannon by the shoulders and turn her. As she slowly turned and faced him, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. She wasn’t beautiful- she was beyond stunning. He said a silent prayer thanking Dibella for blessing this woman so greatly and raised his hand to gently cup her face. She moved closer to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. He had a moments surprise that she seemed to be acquiescing to her capture so quickly- before she jerked her knee up into his groin.

As Ulfric fell into the snow bellowing, Rhiannon turned and dashed into the trees. She knew his men would be back at the fire, or she would’ve tried to go back for her mare.

She was not as great a warrior as the others in her party, but she was quick. She could lose the men in the trees, if she could get far enough ahead and hide. She tried to run over bare ground and not break branches as she ran, knowing Ulfric would be tracking her.

Rhiannon ran until she felt as if her heart would give out, and when she could run no more, fell back against a tree to try and catch her breath.  She was certain she had left Ulfric far behind, although she no longer had any idea where she herself was.

She slid down to sit upon the ground, vowing to give herself 5 minutes before she would get up and start trying to figure out what direction to head in. She was completely rattled by what had just occurred.

She’d known it was Ulfric who had her from the moment he’d spoken. She remembered his deep rumbly voice from when he’d visited Solitude while she was still a child. There had been a gathering of the Jarl’s, and she had been expected to attend. She’d even been looking forward to it, hoping to voice some of her concerns regarding the treatment of the Khajit & Argonians in Skyrim- until her parents had forbidden it. She’d been instructed to listen and say nothing provocative- or she wouldn’t be allowed to return to Whiterun that summer. So, she’d sat- silently sulking & seething with resentment.

Rhiannon hadn’t remembered Jarl Ulfric being quite so…. attractive. He was much older than her, closer to her father’s age. His face was not smooth and pretty like Cidius’s, but ruggedly handsome. His eyes were dark blue, and his hair was thick and golden, brushing his collar. He had wild plaits woven through it, like a berserker warrior. On most Jarl’s it would like ridiculous- on him, it just added to his rough appeal.

Rhiannon shook her head. She could not believe she was fawning over the very man who had murdered her father mere weeks ago! She must be more exhausted than she realized. She pushed herself back to her feet, and forced her legs to start running again.

“That-little-witch!” Ulfric hissed, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t believe she had assaulted him, and then run off through the night.

Galmar had come to investigate when he heard Ulfric yell, and found his liege kneeling in the snow, cupping his groin and spewing vile curses against the princess.

“Did the little chit get the drop on you, old man?” Galmar cackled, hooting with laughter. “Kneed you in the ballocks, did she?”

“Shut-up!” Ulfric glared at his second. “She damn near gelded me”.

Galmar guffawed, bent over double. “The great Bear of Eastmarch, unmanned by a slip of a girl.”

Ulfric stood, wincing as he did. He couldn’t believe the little she-devil had attacked him so. He was going to turn her over his knee when he caught her! Scowling, Ulfric began stalking towards the trees to retrieve her.

Galmar followed, his grin fading. “I’ll send the men to fetch her back. You look mad enough to kill her yourself, hardly the right mood to go courting in.”

“This is war, not courting” Ulfric snapped at Galmar. “Go back, and guard the others. I will fetch the little hargraven myself”.

Rhiannon was so tired; she could barely keep her eyes open anymore. Still, she forced her feet to keep moving. Her lids were so heavy, she didn’t even realize she was crossing a stream until she tripped and fell face first into the water. She was so thirsty from her mad dash through the forest she didn’t even get up, just stayed on her knees and scooped water to her mouth with her hands.

She’d finally drunk her fill, and was trying to convince herself to rise and continue fleeing. She had risen onto wobbly legs, when she heard a twig snap behind her.

She whirled around, drawing her swords from their sheaths as she turned. Ulfric was standing at the edge of the brush, observing her. He hadn’t drawn his sword though. Rhiannon turned, inwardly screaming at her muscles not to fail her, to keep going.  

“Run from me again, and I’ll slit the Blackshield’s throat”.

Ulfric didn’t like using threats, but he was done chasing the princess through these accursed woods. They were both exhausted, and it was going to take them the rest of the night to retrace their steps to the camp as it was.

She had frozen at his words, and now turned to him slowly. He felt his breath catch again- by Talos, she had been graced in form. He had never seen a lovelier female. Eyes that were the color of a glacier caught in the sun, honey gold curls that would tumble down her back when released from the plait she wore. Her gentle curves were outlined lovingly by the leathers she wore, and he had the strongest urge to peel them off her, and learn the curves of her body with his hands, and then his mouth.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to get himself under control- he couldn’t rest easy until he had the princess back in Eastmarch.

‘Come with me now Rhiannon, and I won’t hurt you, or your companions” Ulfric called to her, holding out his hand.

She looked at him askance, clearly not trusting a word he said. But she sheathed her swords, and walked to him anyway. He found himself reluctantly admiring her for it, and for her bravery earlier to fight him.

“You swear to Talos you will not harm them if I go with you?” Rhiannon asked, glaring at him suspiciously.

Ulfric felt his lips curling- she wanted his vow? “I swear to Talos I will not hurt any of your companions this day if you walk back with me to the camp now” Ulfric said. As Rhiannon opened her mouth to argue, he cut her off- “I swear I will hurt them immediately if you do not”.

She pursed her lips shut, and nodded. She then strode past him, back the way they had come.

Rhiannon could feel Ulfric’s gaze on her as she trudged through the snow. It seemed so much further than when she had fled, and she was already struggling to keep her feet moving. After the second time she stumbled, Ulfric strode up behind her and swept her into his arms.

Rhiannon struggled for a moment, and then quieted. While it chafed her to appear weak, she could hear Kodlak’s voice in her mind, reminding her to analyze the situation rationally. Conserve her energy, and strike when her enemy was weakened. If Ulfric wanted to wear himself out carrying her, then she would let him.

“You haven’t asked what I intend to do with you yet” Ulfric said, looking curiously down at her. She had struggled for a minute, but now seemed to be almost sleeping in his arms. She must be utterly exhausted to relax and trust him to carry her.

“You’ll try to ransom me back for strategic locations, or something else you need to win this war” Rhiannon yawned. “Won’t work. Tullius won’t trade for me”.

Ulfric frowned at that. “Your mother wouldn’t force him?”

Rhiannon chuckled. “Force Tullius? She is a Jarl, not a god.”

Ulfric grinned, despite himself. He had the oddest feeling that this woman might be quite droll, when she wasn’t exhausted from fleeing him.

“It doesn’t matter anyway” Ulfric said, “as I don’t intend to ransom you.”

Rhiannon opened her eyes, and locked gazes with Ulfric. “Then what do you intend to do with me?”

“I intend to marry you princess.”

[paperraptor-blog]

Skyrim Marriage Options

Slowly growing list of Marriage Options and information about them.

Argonian

Derkeethus (M)

Darkwater Pass

Trapped in a cell

Essential

Can fight

Level cap 30

Mining camp of Darkwater Crossing

Scouts-Many-Marshes (M)

Windhelm in the Argonian Assemblage

Cannot fight

Blacksmith

Shahvee (F)

Windhelm docks, Eastmarch

Lives in the Argonian Assemblage

Quest

Breton

Ainethach (M)

Karthwasten

Runs Sanuarach Mine and farmhouse

Cosnach (M)

Markarth

Loves drinking

Lives in the Warrens

Muiri (F)

The Hag’s Cure in Markarth

Shop

Quest

Octieve San (M)

Solitude

Older

Retired veteran

Gambles, and drinks

Lives with daughter Evette

Omluag (M)

Markarth

Lives in the Warrens

Perth (M)

Soljund’s Sinkhole

Sell things to him

Quest

Softhearted

Shares a house with Tuthul

Dark Elf

Athis (M)

Whiterun

Can fight

Level cap 25

Part of the companions 

Avrupa Sarethi (F)

Sarethi Farm

Alchemist with her own farm

Brelyna Maryon (F)

College of Winterhold

Can fight

Level 30 cap

Likes Winstead Manor

Quest

Can become a vampire

Dravynea the stoneweaver (F)

Kynesgrove

Jenassa (F)

Drunken huntman in whiterun

Can fight

Quest

Level cap 40

Sadistic and obsessed with killing

Mercenary

Excels at stealth

Revyn Sadri (M)

Sadri’s used Wares in Windhelm

Dislikes Thieves

Quest

Sondas Drenim (M)

Goldenrock Mine

High Elf

Taarie (F)

Solitude

Loving as a spouse

Radiant Raiment

Quest

Can live with her

Does night fight

Imperial

Camilla Valerius (F)

Riverwood

The two exes will continue to be in your home.

She will return to Riverwood if her brother dies

Can live with her and her brother

Starts her own store

Quest

Gilfre (F)

Mixwater Millowner

Owns her own house

Eastmarch

Keeps the household together

Quest

Cannot fight

Marcurio (M)

Riften

Mercenary

Level cap 40

Can fight

Arrogant

Pavo Attius (M)

Left Hand Mine

Owns Kolskeggr Gold Mind

Owns a house outside Markarth

Will remain in miner’s clothing

Quintus Navale (M)

Windhelm

Alchemist

Takes over the White Phial Shop when employer dies

Quest

Ria (F)

Jorrvaskr in whiterun

Can fight

Quest

Level 25 cap

Can join the blades

Can be a steward

Senna (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Quest

Does not fight

Dislikes breeze home with kids

Enjoys proud spire

Sorex Vinius (M)

Solitude

Love triangle with Vivienne Ones and Roggvir (beheade)

Flirts with customers after marriage

Hates all homes except Proudspire Manor

Runs the Winking Skeever Inn

Viola Giordano (F)

Windhelm

Older

Owns a home (that rivals Hjerim)

Nord

Aela the huntress (F)

Whiterun (Jorrvaskr)

Can fight

Companion

Opens a shop

Quest

Dislikes most houses except proud spire

Essential till Glory of the Dead

Werewolf

Level cap 50

Can become vampire (mixed reviews)

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Aeri (F)

Aeri’s House in Anga’s Mill

Older

Owner of Anga’s Mill

Owns her own house

Angrenor Once-Honored (M)

Windhelm

Homeless

Argis the Bulwark (M) 

Markarth

Housecarl

Opens a shop

Can fight

Balimund (M)

Riften

Owns a house

Adopted son Asbjorn Fire-Tamer

Runs the blacksmith shop

Belrand (M) 

Solitude

Sellsword for hire

Older

Level cap 40

Benor (M) 

Morthal

Thug

Lives in the guardhouse (not a guard)

Calder (M) 

Windhelm

Housecarl

Level cap 50

Quest

Can fight

Erik the Slayer (M)

Rorikstead

Can fight

Mercenary

Cheerful

Farkas (M) 

Whiterun

Member of the Companions

Can fight

Werewolf

Little dopey

Great with kids, sweet to a spouse

Monster in battle

Level Cap 50

If you Marry him you can invite Vilkas to be your steward

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Filnjar (M)

Shor’s Stone

Older

Blacksmith

Owns a house

Grelka (F)

Riften

Iona (F)

Riften

Can fight

Housecarl

Constant compliments

Jordis the sword-maiden (F)

Proud spire manor in solitude

Housecarl

Can fight

Level cap 50

Possible bug not allowing marriage

Lydia (F)

Dragonsreach

Housecarl

Can fight

Level cap 25

Mjoll the lioness (F)

Riften

Can fight

Level cap 40

Dislikes Thieves’ Guild

Quest

Worry about Markarth house

Like most houses

Essential

Where she goes, so does Aerin

Njada Stonearm (F)

Whiterun (Jorrvaskr)

Can fight

Quest

Level 25 cap

Onmund (M) 

Nord Apprentice at College of Winterhold

Can fight

Level cap 30

Orla (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Daily income

Will not leave temple of Dibella

Roggi Knot-Beard (M) 

Kynesgrove

Can be a follower and a steward

Miner

Quest

Level cap 20

Stenvar (M) 

Windhelm

Mercenary

Sense of humor

Can fight

Level cap 40

Sylgja (F)

Shor’s Stone, The Rift

Quest

Does not fight

Temba Wide-Arm (F)

Ivarstead

Kind and amiable wife

Dislikes breeze home

Does not fight

Mill owner

Torvar (M) 

Whiterun

Member of the companions

Can fight

Drinker

Level cap 25

Uthgerd (F)

Whiterun

Can fight

Level 30 cap

Quest 

Mercenary

Owns a house

Vilkas (M)

Whiterun

Member of the companions

Werewolf

Can fight

Level Cap 50

Intelligent

Steward Material

Fierce in a fight

Can be located by doing a companion quest if missing

Vorstag (M)

Markarth

Mercenary

Lives in the silver-blood inn

Level cap 40

Likes Heljarchen Hall

Candiate for the blades

Sweet and a badass

Wilhelm (M)

Ivarstead

Cannot be a follower

Essential

Runs the Vilemyr Inn

Ysolda (F)

Whiterun near merchant stalls

Marriage perk: 100 septa’s per day

Does not fight

Crush on Mikael the bard

Drug dealer

Small house in Whiterun

Takes over Banered Mare if Ulda is killed

Essential

Quest

Likes Herjerchan hall

Orc

Gat gro-Shargakh (M)

Left hand mine (Before cleared of forsworn)

Marriage perk: 100 gold daily

Lives in Kolskeggr Mine

Borgakh the steel heart (F)

Mor Khazgur, Haafingar

Quest

Daughter of the Chief Larak

Level cap 30

Can fight

Ghorbash the Iron Hand (M)

Dushnikh Yal

Sneaky

Brother of Chief Burguk

Level cap 30

Potential Steward

Can fight

Ghorza gra-Bagoi (F)

Markarth

Blacksmith

Quest

Lives with her brother in Understone keep

Great Spouse

Moth gro-Bagol (M)

Understone Keep

Ghorza’s brother

Blacksmith

RedGuard

Anwen (F)

Temple of Dibella in Markarth

Rayya (F)

Falkreath

Housecarl

Can Fight

Quest

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER

[manymanydolls]

Meet the Girlies

American Girl 18” Dolls:

1. Julie Albright

2. Katherine Rosengarten (TM #39)

3. Cécile Rey

4. Caroline Abbott

5. Molly McIntire

6. Isabelle Palmer

7. Rebecca Rubin

8. Luciana Vega

9. Nanea Mitchell

10. Ruby Eriksson (TM #61)

11. Jennifer Robinson (TM #55)

12. Melody Ellison

13. Genevieve Wilson (Blaire)

14. Joss Kendrick

15. Adelaide Bailey (custom Kira)

16. Kirsten Larson

17. Evette Peeters

18. Daisy Kobayashi (TM #84)

19. Marguerite Nelson (custom Rebecca)

20. Rosemary Douglas (TM #31)

21. Josefina Montoya

22. Addy Walker

23. Claudie Wells

24. Nancy Feldman (custom TM #23)

25. Evelin del Campo (custom TM #28)

26. Amanda Feldman (TM #23)

27. Ivy Ling

28. Maryellen Larkin

29. Emily Bennett

30. Elizabeth Cole

31. Nellie O’ Malley

32. Samantha Parkington

33. Kit Kittredge

WellieWishers 14.5” Dolls:

1. Elle Kobayashi (Emerson)

2. Winnie Robinson (Willa)

3. Michelle Douglas (custom Kendall)

Each of my 18” dolls are 12-13 years old, and my WellieWishers (their younger sisters) are 6-7. Truly Mes and custom dolls have their backstories included in their post, while historical and GOTY dolls stick mostly to their AG story.

Each doll is a modern-day girl, but she also has a specific aspect in her designated era. For example, Julie can be in her aspect as a girl in 1970s San Francisco or as a girl today (think that one post describing Greek mythology with Barbie). A girl’s primary year is the era she spends the most time in, while her incidental year is the year that she occasionally ventures into.

[addywalkerstan]

i was bored so i compiled a bunch of data about every AG character’s home state

my entirely arbitrary and kind of nonsensical method:

- historical best friends (as well as sonali and gwen) do not count, but cecile and marie-grace are separate

- the world by us characters are all separate

- logan doesn’t count because i do not like him

data is below the cut:

coming in hot with the most characters is new york, with samantha, rebecca, caroline, mia, and blaire

in second are california, with julie, courtney, kailey, and joss

... as well as dc, with isabelle, maritza, makena, and evette

unique states include:

-idaho (kaya)

-colorado (nicki)

-missouri (lea)

-tennessee (tenney)

-ohio (kit)

-florida (maryellen)

characters to share not only a state but a hometown are:

-z and mckenna (seattle)

-lindsey and marisol (chicago)

-addy and gabriela (philadelphia)

-joss and courtney (los angeles)

-isabelle and the WBA girls (washington, dc)

and of course, the NOLA girls in new orleans

characters whose hometowns are never specified to my knowledge are:

-kailey (california)

-jess (michigan)

-mia (upstate new york)

-kanani (kauaʻi, hawaiʻi)

-luciana (virginia)

-kira (michigan)

kaya (idaho) and kirsten (minnesota) didn’t really have hometowns

characters from fictional towns are:

-molly (jefferson, IL)

-courtney (orange valley, which can be understood as a stand-in for the san fernando valley in orange county, CA)

-samantha (mount bedford, NY)

-grace (bentwick, MA)

-blaire (bluefiend, NY)

characters born outside the united states (at the time of their birth) are:

-kaya (idaho pre-westward expansion)

-felicity (colonial virginia)

-josefina (new mexico pre-mexican american war)

-kirsten (ryd, sweden)

characters who were born in another state besides where their stories are set:

-addy (born in south carolina, lives in pennsylvania)

-chrissa (born in iowa, lives in minnesota)

-luciana (born in virginia, stories are set at space camp in alabama)

characters born in the united states, but whose stories are primarily set outside the united states:

-jess (belize)

-grace (france)

-lea (brazil)

-kira (australia)

if there are any noticeable mistakes in my data, feel free to let me know!!

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

Warnings: Smut. Flash back.

Micheal and Yara.

Two siblings from Oakland who decided to get an apartment near Telegraph Ave so that Yara could study at Berkeley. Yara is currently studying Art History there and she will be graduating in May at the age of 21. Micheal, her older brother, is into graphic design and web development so he works for a small company creating websites for Architectural businesses. He also does free lance work on the side to earn extra cash so he can afford living in their expensive apartment. Micheal and Yara’s parents are divorced. Their father lives in San Francisco city and their mother lives where Micheal and Yara are with her new husband in Alameda County. Yara used to live with her mother but she didn’t get along with her step father. Micheal brought up the idea of sharing an apartment to Yara since his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Evette decided that she didn’t want to move in with him. 

Currently, Micheal and Evette are arguing about Micheal's whereabouts last Friday evening. Yara was trying to take a nap in her room before her late shift at 9:00 PM as a bar tender. Tossing and turning in her bed covered in fluffy white sheets, Yara groaned loudly before throwing her sheets back, temples pounding with a tension headache that Yara tries to sooth by massaging them but it doesn’t work. Only in a Metallica T-shirt, Yara grabs a pair of Champions sweatpants from her dresser, sliding her feet in her canary yellow UGG slippers, and walking out of her bedroom. Yara’s eardrums damn near bust when she stepped into the hallway of the apartment. Rubbing the cold from her eyes, Yara walked out into the living room area coming face to face with the source of the commotion.

“STOP LYING!” Evette, Short, petite, reminded Yara of Keyshia Cole because of her bright red hair and nose piercing, tossed a decorative pillow at Micheal from across the room. Micheal caught it with his quick reflexes before placing it back on the couch. He didn’t appear bothered at all by Evette’s screaming and hollering.

“Evette, I ain’t got nothing to lie about. I told you, I was with my boy, Erik. He’s back in town for a little while before he goes back to the Military,” Micheal spoke with a flat tone, eyes bored.

“I don’t believe you. I think you were with some girl. I think you’re out here sticking your dick in some other bitch. When I find out, I’m beating both of yall ass, for real,” Evette threatens Micheal with one of her long acrylic hot pink nails almost jabbing him in the eye. 

“This ain’t the first time you accused me of cheating,” Micheal ran his hands down his face, “It’s really getting on my nerves, Evette. The constant trying to go through my phone, picking fights with me, the insecurities. What do I have to lie about? I could have dropped you years ago but no, I care about you too much to do that. Now, I’m just tired of you acting like a damn child.”

“Ahem,” Yara clears her throat.

Micheal and Evette turn towards her.

“Do y’all mind taking this shit somewhere else? I have to work tonight and I can’t sleep with all this yelling.”

“Hi to you too, Yara,” Evette spoke sarcastically.

“Bitch, don’t give me attitude. Do you pay the bills in here?” Yara has her fists balled up like she was ready to hit Evette. Evette simply laughs, staring at Yara like she’s a joke before turning her attention back to Micheal.

“My bad, little sis, Evette was just leaving-“

“WHAT?” Evette’s voice grew loud again.

“You heard me. Bounce. If you don’t trust me I can’t deal with you, Evette.”

Evette folds her arms across her perky chest, “Do you actually mean it this time around or will you be calling me tomorrow night asking to come over? you are famous for that shit, Mike.”

Micheal groans, “I don’t know right now. All I know is I need you to leave so I can clear my head, you know what I’m saying?”

“Okay, clear your head, GOTCHA,” Evette turns around, practically stomping to the door, “Lying ass piece of shit.”

“Don’t slam the door either!”Micheal yells.

BAM!

“Yeah,” Micheal closes his eyes to calm himself.

“You’re better than me. I feel like following her and kicking that bitch down the steps. You need to drop her, Mike. Do you even see what’s going on?”

“Nah, baby sis, tell me what’s up? What am I NOT seeing?”

Yara tilted her head at Micheal with sad eyes. Micheal shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t understand what Yara was trying to tell him without using words.

“You can be so damn thick-headed sometimes,” Yara threw her hands up matter-of-factually, “Evette is cheating on you, Mike. She’s just trying to give you a reason to end things so she can continue fucking whoever she is fucking without you knowing.”

“Wait...what?” Micheal says with disbelief.

“You’re Girl? The love of your life? She’s fucking someone else, Mike.”

Micheal blinked at Yara with bewildered eyes.

“Listen, fool, while you’re sitting there stuck on stupid, Evette is driving to a dick appointment trying to think of a plan B to get rid of yo’ ass. Just end it with her. The shit is toxic. I don’t even want a nigga to step into my personal space after witnessing the shit you and Evette go through.”

“If Evette is cheating on me...” Micheal didn’t finish his sentence but Yara knew her brother would bring hell to earth if he caught Evette fucking another man. As much as they bickered and broke up, Evette was her brothers first real love. He wouldn’t admit it, but Micheal would be heart broken.

“Then I’m going to whip her ass,” Yara said in her brothers defense, “Nobody fucks with my bro like that.”

“I’ll let you beat her ass too.”

Yara kisses her brothers forehead, “I’m going to go back in bed, I am so exhausted with school- hold up, did you say that you were with Erik?”

“Yeah,” Micheal said whole scrolling through his phone, “He’s back for a little while.”

“I haven’t seen Erik in, like, three years?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long ass time. I thought he forgot about us,” Micheal laughs, “He’ll be here later if you want to catch him before you go to work.”

“Mama was asking about him a few days ago,” Yara says recalling the conversation they both had when she went to visit her. Micheal and Yara’s mother always pulled the photo albums out whenever they came to see her. The photo album she brought out when Yara came over was Micheal’s prom photos. Micheal and Erik went to prom together their senior year.

“Look at Erik! Wasn’t he so skinny?!” Yara’s mama says.

“Yeah, mama, he was swimming in his suit.”

Yara’s eyes twinkled when she stared at Erik’s photo. Her first ever crush. The guy she kissed on a whim when she was 18 and he was 24. Yara felt so embarrassed. Erik simply gave her a kind smile, hugging her tightly. She felt like a silly child. Erik was a grown man. Ever since then, Yara hadn’t seen Erik.

“You Aight?” Micheal looked over at Yara with a smirk.

“I’m fine.”

Yara couldn’t stop thinking about her brothers friend who used to spend the night when they were kids. His friend who wore only a pair of basketball shorts when he slept. His friend who used to stand in Yara’s doorway to her bedroom teasing her.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Yara looked off to the side.

“When you look away like that it’s a sign that you’re lying. You ain’t gotta tell me, it’s probably some nasty shit that I really don’t want to know anyway.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Yara rolls her eyes, turning away to walk back to her room with her middle finger raised behind her, directed towards her brother.

——————

A few hours later:

Erik Stevens stepped off of the elevator within Micheal and Yara’s apartment building on Telegraph Ave. kinky fro freshly shaped up and a new fit and shoes on his feet, Erik checked his text message from Micheal that informed him of what apartment it is.

“9C,” Erik places his phone back inside of his jacket pocket, eyes searching from left to right before spotting the crisp white door with a bronze letter C on it and a tiny peep hole. Erik knocks, the gold Piaget watch on his right wrist making a loud tapping sound against the surface of the door. In under two seconds, Micheal opens the door, a broad smile on his handsome chocolate face when he noticed who it was.

“What’s up, cuz?” Micheal gave Erik dabs, “I ain’t expect you to be over this early, bruh, you good?”

“I’m good, I just needed to get away from CeCe. You know she offered for me to stay at her new place instead of a hotel.”

“You know you have to tell me about all of that, right?” Micheal jokes, holding his door open further for Erik to enter. Erik steps inside, his eyes admiring the urban styled apartment. It was Boho vintage with different shades of browns, greens, and reds. The living room was decorated and furnished with cream colored walls, Urban photographs of Oakland, cactus plants, a standout leather sofa set in a dessert brown color accompanied with khaki colored patch work leather ottomans and an elegantly modern coffee table featuring a round metal tabletop in a brushed, antique brass finish. 60 inch flat screen TV, an acacia wood credenza that Erik was sure is filled with old 70s and 80s records.

“Shit, let me take my shoes off, I don’t want to mess up this nice carpet,” Erik kicks his shoes off near the front door.

“You can put them in that shoe rack right there if you want. Yara got that from the thrift store about a week ago.”

Erik looks up at Micheal with expectant eyes, “Little Yara? She lives with you? what happened with Evette?”

“Long story, bro, Yara and I decided to get a place together close to Berkeley and I work for that new company I was telling you about last weekend so we can commute easier. Plus, you know moms live near us too.”

“Yeah, yeah. So, what is little Yara studying at Berkeley?”

Micheal smiles like a proud older brother, “Art History. She wants to become a Curator.”

“I’ve always seen her working in a museum. She loves history so much,” Erik reminisced with a slight smirk, “Is she here?”

“Straight back there-Wait.”

Erik was ready to rush back to see her.

“Let me see if she’s decent. She gotta work in about a few hours.”

“No problem, bruh, I’ll chill out here.”

Erik watches Micheal walk to the back of the apartment where the rooms are. Taking a seat on the leather couch, Erik strokes his beard, thinking about Yara. He hadn’t seen her in three years. He wondered how different she looked. By different he meant mature and filled out like a women. Back when she was just 18 years of age, Yara was so petite and athletic since she played Lacrosse, braces on her teeth, and so sweet and innocent. From what Micheal told Erik last weekend when they went out to a Hookah bar for Boys night, Yara gained weight. Micheal joked about it, typical sibling teasing, but Erik wished he could have seen a picture. Now, his mind went back to when Yara kissed him the night of her graduation party before Erik left to start his JSOC training. He honestly didn’t know how to respond. Yara looked like her world came crashing down when he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings. She was much younger than him, Erik has her by six years. She was 18 and he was 24. Yeah, Yara was legal but it still felt weird. He always knew little Yara had a crush on him and he surely didn’t want Micheal to know about it.

“She’s still asleep,” Micheal walked back out with a generous bag filled with an eighth of top-shelf weed, “You want to smoke a blunt and tell me about this bitch named CeCe?”

———————

Yara. Don’t forget. The history project is due tomorrow night. Since you’re group lead, you have to submit it.

Yara rolls her eyes at the group chat she was in with her fellow History classmates. That assignment was the last thing on her damn mind. Yara closes her Mac, stretching her curvy body out like a cat before getting up from her comfy bed. Like a strong wind, the smell of kush hit her nose. Yara noticed that her bedroom door is cracked. Micheal must have come to check on her. Yara slips on a pair of Champion Reverse Weave drawstring shorts that were folded on the end of her bed in a pink color, bed hair and all, walking out of her room and towards the living room. When she entered the hallway, two male voices could be heard. It finally dawned on Yara who the other male present could be.

Erik.

Yara walks to the bathroom, deciding to wipe her face off and brush her teeth. She still needed to shower but that could wait until she ate something. Admiring her hair, Yara reaches up to pull her hair tie from her curly hair, fluffing it out and shaking her head so it wouldn’t look like she just rolled out of bed. Yara then brushes her teeth, using her water closer afterwards. Satisfied, Yara takes in a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies in her stomach before walking out of the bathroom and towards the living room area.

“So, you’re telling me that CeCe is trying to hook you up with someone? why are you there?”

“You know she likes playing match made in heaven. CeCe is cool, Mike, I know me and her used to fuck around before I left but it ain’t even like that now. Just a friend helping out a friend. No big thing.”

Micheal chuckles, “E, I know you, man. You had all that pussy around you to play with and you ain’t have a taste? Nigga-“

“Like I said, nah. I don’t want that anymore or her friend she’s trying to get me with. Her friend just wants to know how the dick CeCe used to get is really about. You can look at me like that all you want. Everything is temporary. I’m shopping for a house right now-“

“You can just sleep on our couch-“

“I’m too big for this fucking couch,” Erik laughs, “Once my house is built from the ground up, you’ll see that it was all worth it. And you know I can’t stay with our other friends they gon’ get me caught up and I don’t need to be in jail.”

Erik takes a puff of weed before handing it over to Mike.

Micheal accepts the weed, instantly smoking it before letting the smoke out from his nose, “You’re a changed man, E. Got a house in the works, left the hood to pursue your dreams of being this J.I Joe motherfucker,” Erik playfully jabs Micheal in his ribs, “Seeiously, man, I’m proud of you. Wait until Yara sees you, bruh.”

Erik licks his lips before raising a single brow, “What you mean by that?

“She ain’t gonna believe this the same Erik from three years ago. What you do? Get inside of the same machine as Captain America?”

“Funny, nigga.”

Yara didn’t reveal herself just yet. She just wanted to hear him talk. Erik’s voice definitely appeared deeper. Raspy, then husky, then deep and gruff. When he genuinely laughed it was still just as light as before. Yara peeked out into the living room. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth. Kinky fro, muscles, facial hair, and tiny scars on his arms is what she noticed first. Micheal was right, this was Erik 2.0. Then, whenever he talked; those lush lips moving, Yara saw gold canines in his mouth. He looked so rough and scruffy. The Military definitely made him harder.

“Yara, stop being nosy!” Micheal yells. Yara almost jumped where she stood. She was so in tune with her thoughts that she hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten into the living room.

“Shut up Mike!” Yara fired back. With nervous eyes, Yara looked over at Erik. He didn’t speak, all he did was look fixedly at her with his eyes wide open. It was as if time stood still and she was the only thing that mattered in that room. Even the weed in Erik’s hand could burn to ash.

“Hi, Erik,” Yara couldn’t stop herself from grinning when Erik smiled at her with his dimples.

“Little Yara, what’s going on girl!” Erik hands Micheal the blunt back before standing from the couch, walking over to Yara with his arms outstretched for her to give him a big hug. Yara walks up to Erik, giggling nervously before bringing her arms around his waist, squeezing him. Erik rocked Yara back and forth while his chin rested on top of her curly head. Erik then brings his lips down to kiss Yara’s forehead before pulling her away to get a good look at her.

Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Erik’s eyes burned with desire when he gazed at Yara’s voluptuous, curvy, ample, and generous body. She really filled out from the last time he saw her. Mike can joke all he wants but Yara looked...

Erik covered his eyes with his hands, a suppressed laugh escaping his mouth before he opened his arms wide for her to hug him again. Yara giggles, stepping back into his embrace again to accept his hug. He smelled like patchouli. Tall, brawny, chiseled, broad-shouldered, and hulking, Yara couldn’t get over how comfortable she felt within Erik’s embrace. The deep baritone of his voice made her shiver.

“Look at you girl, all grown up. Crazy how that happened in three years, right?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Yara turned her face away timidly, “So, how is the Military treating you? I mean...” Yara looks Erik up and down with a shake of her head, “It seems like it’s treating you nice. Go hard or go home, right?

“Treating me like I’m a piece of shit but it’s worth it,” Erik laughs, “The Military transformed me.”

Yes it did

“You do look great, I almost didn’t recognize you sitting on that couch. The hair, the muscles, the scars...”

Yara looked at them, her hand extending out suddenly to touch a row of scars that looked freshly raised against his skin.

“Don’t.”

Yara jolted upright, her hand jerking away. His voice and the look he gave her had her shrank in front of him.

“Shit, my bad, girl. You don’t want to touch these. Bad memories. That’s all, little Yara, I’m sorry.”

“It’s...it’s okay,” Yara steps away, shifting from one foot to the other, “Good to see you though, Erik.”

“You too, girl,” Erik scratched his beard before reluctantly turning away from Yara to take his seat next to Micheal on the couch. Yara watched him walk away while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The way they greeted eachother felt so different. Erik wasn’t only physically changed, He’s mentally changed too.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?” Micheal stretched his slender tattoo covered arms above his head.

“Yeah, but I’m hungry so,” Yara rubbed her hands on her thighs to get rid of the sweat before walking away and into the kitchen. Yara finally exhaled when she entered the kitchen after holding her breath while walking past Erik. The kitchen was open and you could peek into the living room. Erik was sitting directly across from Micheal staring straight ahead at Yara while smoking his blunt. He tilted his head at her while half listening to Micheal talk about Evette. Yara turned her face away, grabbing a loaf of wheat bread from the counter to make herself a PB&J sandwich.

“Little sis, what you cooking up in there?”

“Nothing for you,” Yara spread strawberry jam on her bread, “Why don’t you order in?”

“I was thinking about it, E, I’ma make a liquor run real quick, you want anything?”

“I got some good stuff in the car I can grab, you aint gon’ drink it so don’t even ask.”

“Yeah, I like my own shit,” Micheal stood from the couch, walking towards the back of the apartment to his room. It was silent minus the low TV and Yara washing the butter knife she used to make her sandwich. Erik leaned back into the leather couch, crossing his arms over his solid chest. He watched Yara walk over to the trash can to toss a paper towel in the trash that she most likely used to clean up crumbs or spilled jam. Erik has a great view of Yara’s thick ass bending over, her drawstring shorts raising up her thighs and getting caught between her ass cheeks. Such a beautiful sight has Erik’s brows knitted as he gave her a once-over. At that particular moment, Yara looked back at him as if she could feel his eyes boring into her.

“Hi.” She spoke in a trembling tone.

“Hi, back,” Erik says suggestively.

“Did Mike leave yet?”

“Nah-“

“Aight, I’ll be back, y’all good? Need anything?” Micheal was back with a hoodie on, a dad cap, and a pair of vans on his feet.

“Can you stop by that corner market that sells those organic fruits? I want some mangos.” Yara yelled from the kitchen.

Micheal grabbed the door knob, pausing, “I’m making a liquor run too.”

“Oh! I want some Hypnotiq.”

“Cool, you, E?”

“We can order in when you get back, I’m good.”

“Bet, I’ll be back.”

Micheal exits.

“Mike still just as skinny as he was since the last time I saw him” Erik laughs.

“Yeah, he can eat but it goes nowhere. Me, I gained all the weight in the world.”

Erik gave Yara a dismissive wave of his hand, “Girl, you look good. Ain’t nothing wrong with the weight you put on.”

Yara giggles, popping a green grape in her mouth, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Erik craned his neck to try and see her, “Why don’t you come in here and eat. Over there hiding and shit from a nigga.”

“Okay,” Yara got up from the dining room table, walking through the kitchen and entering the living room. She decided to sit her plump bottom on the floor while using one of the leather ottomans as a surface for her grapes and half eaten sandwich.

“So, how have you been?” Erik asked while rolling a new blunt.

“I’ve been doing just fine. Ready to graduate honestly.” Yara nervously rubbed her shoulder before gazing at Erik, “You?”

“Busy, busy, busy,” Erik’s onyx eyes landed on hers before looking back at his blunt, “Just traveling, training, that’s about it.”

“Oh,” Yara massaged the back of her neck, “Does those scars have anything to do with it?”

“Partly, yeah.”

“I see,” Yara admires them, “They look...they don’t look like typical scars.”

“That’s because they’re not.” Erik spoke in a flat tone.

“Let me just, stop asking,” Yara laughs awkwardly.

Erik chuckles, “It’s not a subject I rather talk about with you, Little Yara.”

“I understand. I won’t pry.”

“Cool,” Erik takes a hit of his blunt, cheeks blowing out as they filled with smoke, “Seeing anybody?”

“Nope. I haven’t for the past three months. Been trying to stay focused. Men are a distraction.”

“Y’all women are too,” Erik laughs, smoke escaping his nose.

Yara cocked her head, “So, my guess is you aren’t seeing anyone either.”

Erik licks his lips, “I don’t have time for that.”

“Does that include sex too?”

Erik clapped his hands together while chuckling, “Ahhhh, shit, Yara, did you just ask me about my sex life? Are you having sexxxxxxx?!

“I did. And I’m grown, ERIK, so yes, I’m having sex,” Yara gave a half shrug while rolling her eyes.

“21, right? I remember when I was 21. Legally can drink now and everything. Too bad you still can’t hang with us,” Erik chuckles.

Yara gave Erik the finger, “fuck you, don’t play with me like that.”

“I’m just saying, I remember you graduating high school the last time I saw you. Now you’re in your 20s, barely.”

Yara lowered her head, “Will you always remember me like that? Like DAMN, I did grow up, nigga.”

Erik noticed the attitude in her voice, “You’re mad at me?”

“Just annoyed,” Yara stood up, grabbing her food, “I’m gonna eat in my room so I can look over this project I have to submit tomorrow. I’ll see you later, Erik.”

Confused, Erik watched Yara practically storm away. He didn’t understand why his words offended her so much. It’s just what Erik is used to. He’s used to seeing Yara so young not a 21 year old adult. It was all still so new to him. Deciding not to chase after her, Erik gets up from the couch to retrieve his shoes so he could grab his drink from his car.

———————

Yara couldn’t even focus.

She was really bothered by Erik’s comments.

It was mainly because every time he cracked jokes she thought about her kissing him. He probably cracked jokes about that too. Clearly, Erik couldn’t look past the fact that Yara is Mike’s little sis. She really thought he was past that when he first laid eyes on her. She could tell what a look of lust was in a man’s eyes since Yara often receives that look. Erik’s eyes were gleaming with desire and attraction. He almost looked shocked that it was Yara. Then, the way he looked her up and down. His eyes damn near gaped when she noticed him staring while she was in the kitchen. Pupils flared and all. Now, it was as if he was trying to hide the attraction he has towards her after three years. Yara was disappointed honestly. She always thought the next time she ever saw Erik they would honestly re-do that kiss and possibly have sex. If Yara had the choice to go back and lose her virginity it would have been with Erik.

Glancing at her phone, Yara noticed it was around 7:45 PM. Luckily, the bar she worked at wasn’t too far from her. Yara didn’t drive so she usually walked or caught an Uber. Lifting from her soft and fluffy floor cushion, Yara grabs her white cotton towel and soap sponge to take a shower. Leaving her room, she could hear Erik watching a basketball game. Yara closes her bedroom door, walking across to the bathroom, closing the door behind her softly. She began to undress, stripping her clothes from her body into a wrinkled pile on the floor near the sink. Opening the medicine cabinet, Yara grabs her Dove sensitive skin body wash and exfoliating spin brush. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Erik being in the living room right now while she was naked in the bathroom. There was no way Yara could ignore the growing dampness between her legs. She hadn’t been wet to the thought of Erik in a very long time.

Luke warm water running, Yara pulled the tribal patterned shower curtain back, stepping inside carefully not to slip on the the shower mat, then closing the curtain behind her. Yara forgot to pin her hair up but she needed to wash her hair anyway so she allowed it to grow wet while she wet her body completely. Grabbing her exfoliating brush and the body wash, Yara applied the body wash to her curvy body, turning on her brush and in a circular motion, began to cleanse her skin from the neck down. She had a separate skin care routine and a spin brush for that as well. Yara lifts her leg on the side of the tub to wash behind her thighs, the warm water running down her ass and to her pussy. Yara felt extra tingly between her legs. She didn’t have time to rub off in the shower and she forgot her favorite vibrator in her bed room. Groaning, Yara tried to ignore it as best as she could while scrubbing the top of her feet.

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Erik sat cross-faded with his eyes sitting low. The basketball game was just background noise for him. Bored out of his mind, Erik really wanted to go and talk to Yara. He didn’t want to approach her on some awkward shit but at the same time he missed talking to her. Erik remembers how he used to talk and goof off with Yara from her doorway when they were younger. Micheal is very long-winded and sitting on the couch will eventually lead to Erik falling asleep. Erik leans forward on his elbow to peek down the hall where Yara’s bedroom is located. The hall was brightly lit from the light and he couldn’t tell which room was hers exactly. All the damn doors looked the same.

“Fuck it,” Erik places his phone on the coffee table, rising from the couch and making his way down the hall. Hands in his pockets, Erik approaches the first door. He knocks, no sound, twisting the knob and opening the door. It was Mikes room. Erik closes the door, walking further down the hall and approaching a door to his right. The light was on, he could tell from the glow beneath the door. Erik knocks, no sound. He grabs the brass knob, twisting it, then opening. Standing there, Erik’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His mouth hung open and his eyes went round as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. He gawked at the sight of Yara before him. A sight he never imagined in a million years he would see up until now.

Yara was arched over the bathtub with her ass pointed straight out at Erik. Erik could smell cleaning products; Fabuloso from what it smelled like. The water in the tub was on full blast as Yara cleaned the porcelain. Her body was still wet and she had a T-shirt wrapped around her hair. Yara’s ass jiggled each time she scrubbed the tub out. She wasn’t aware of his presence. Erik was so stunned by her naked body and the fact that he walked in on her that he couldn’t even speak.

Too late.

Yara lifts her body up, turning to place the scrub brush on the floor near the tub, her eyes catching Erik standing within the entrance to the bathroom. Yara felt as if her heart was leaving her body. Shell-shocked almost. Now, her breasts were revealed to him. Large, big brown areolas and nipples soaking wet and dripping, curvy waistline glistening with water down to her waxed mound and thighs. Pretty toes painted white with a tattoo of a rose on her left foot. Yara looked appetizing. Yara bit her lip bashfully, eyes glossy as if she wanted to cry from embarrassment, her hands reaching out to the toilet to grab her folded towel. Yara presses her lips together to try and stop her lower lip from trembling and eyes her looked heavenward.

Yara spoke with a shaky voice, “I-Why didn’t you knock? Erik?”

Erik didn’t respond. His eyes were ablaze staring straight at her face. He felt turned on but at the same time he felt guilty. Luckily, Yara couldn’t see how fat and long his dick had gotten within his jeans. She couldn’t hear him, maybe he should have knocked harder. Yara’s hands were shaking and she couldn’t meet his eyes. She was overly embarrassed and not at all prepared. Yara crosses her thighs, pressing the towel further into her chest.

“...I knocked. I should have knocked again. Shit, Yara, I’m sorry-“

“Just-it’s cool,” Yara sized Erik up before rolling her eyes, “Can’t go back now, yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Yara,” Erik felt like shit, “I’m so so so sorry, Yara.”

“Erik, stop with the apologizing,” Yara drew in a long breath.

“I’m just gonna go,” Erik turns away, walking out of the bathroom. Yara stayed rooted to the spot, her hand pressing further into her chest to calm her rapid heart beat. As always whenever Yara felt embarrassed, she sighed before laughing quietly to herself. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Yara shook her head at what just happened. She was afraid to even look Erik in his eyes now. He saw her in full on nudity. Not in her panties and bra, not in a swimsuit, not wrapped with a fluffy towel, no, fully naked.

Twirling a strand of hair that fell from under the T-shirt, and chewing on her cuticles, Yara gathered herself before leaving the bathroom. She places the cleaning products back in its designated basket under the sink before grabbing her sponge. Yara walked out of the bathroom, entering the hallway and her eyes disobeying her as she nervously glanced into the living room. There seated on the couch with his eyes focused on her, was Erik. Like a magnet, Yara couldn’t pull her eyes away. It was as if he waited to see her leave.

Yara raised a hand in greeting.

He waved.

Yara hung her head, a small smile on her face.

Erik did the same thing before looking at her again.

“I hope this doesn’t make it weird between me and you,” Yara says.

“Never,” Erik spoke with his deep voice, “it could never be weird with you.”

Yara licks her lips, eyes set with long lashes blinking slowly at Erik.

“What are you thinking?” Erik asks while leaning forward on his elbows.

“I’m...I...just-forget it-“

“Nah, tell me.” Erik pushes his eyes searching.

“Mike will be back soon, I have to get dressed.”

“He ain’t back yet,” Erik tilts his head at her, “Don’t be so shy. It’s me, Erik.”

“But it’s what I’m thinking that I shouldn’t be,” Yara crosses her ankles in front of her while staring at her toes.

“Well, I wanna know.”

Yara fidgeted with her fingers before looking up at Erik through her lashes, “I was thinking that I’m glad you saw me like that. I’ve always wanted you to see me like that. Sorry I stormed away like I did earlier.”

Erik swallows spit, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Erik has to look away himself, scratching his nose. He wasn’t prepared for that response at all. Little Yara always wanted him to see her naked. He knew she had a school girl crush on him. No wonder why she didn’t rush to cover herself even though she still looked embarrassed.

“No worries, ma. Uh,” Erik scratches his dreads, “So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

They way he said that sounded so dangerous like fucking with him was the last thing any women would want to do. But Erik didn’t understand, that was ALL Yara wanted to do. He was back, if she didn’t make a move now he would be gone again.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen me, Erik, I dabbled in trouble,” Yara spoke with a honeyed tone.

“Maybe you should get in that bedroom before Mike gets here then,” Erik says with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, maybe,” Yara giggles before letting out a sigh,

“Bye, Erik.”

“Bye, Yara.”

She didn’t want to move. She really wanted Erik to get up and follow her into her bedroom.

“What you waiting on?” Erik says inclining his head towards the bedroom, “Get in there, little Yara.”

“Come with me?” Yara says before she could even stop herself.

Erik’s eyes dropped and his lips parted. Eyes fully closed now, he clenched his jaw to try and calm his dick. Too bad it was already growing stiff in his jeans. The way she told him to come with her. Such a tempting little thing. Nothing he expected Yara to ever say to him. She’s right, she definitely is a grown women now. Erik wondered what that body could really do.

“I’m-im Sorry,” Yara’s brows creased, eyes cast down at her hands, “I’m being a little too bold right now.”

Erik looked towards the door, then back at Yara. He took in the sight of her barely able to keep that towel around her body.

“You mean what you said? You’re not playing games?” Erik asks with a serious tone, “Cuz if I get up off this couch and come with you, you’re getting all of me, girl.”

“I know,” Yara bites her bottom lip, “I know what I want.”

The way her lips pouted and her eyes looked up at him all innocent caused Erik to stand up slowly from the couch. Erik drew his lower lip between his teeth hands in his jeans pockets before stepping forward. Yara’s lower lip trembled and her breath came out in short gasps. Standing directly next to her now, towering over her with his large intimidating frame, was Erik looking down at Yara with awe transforming his face. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Yara began to walk forward towards her bedroom. Yara twisted the handle, turning to face Erik before opening the door. Erik followed her into darkness, Yara turning to face him with timid eyes. Erik raised a single brow at her, silently asking her if she was sure about this. Yara swallows spit before nodding her head slowly. Erik licks his lips before closing that door behind him, the light that illuminated the hallway disappearing.

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[missyling]

Doll wishlist: AG edition

Girls of Many Lands dolls

1. Neela Sen, India 1939

2. Leyla, Turkey 1720

3. Minuk, Alaska 1890

4. Saba, Ethiopia 1846

5. Chou Spring Pearl, China 1857

6. Kathleen Murphy, Ireland 1937

7. Isabel Campion, England 1592

8. Cécile Revel, France 1711

Historical Characters dolls

1. Rebecca Rubin, New York, New York 1914

2. Kaya’aton’my, Pacific Northwest 1764

3. Ivy Ling, San Francisco, California 1976

4. Cécile Rey, New Orleans, Louisiana 1853

5. Nanea Mitchell, Honolulu, Hawaii 1941

6. Melody Ellison, Detroit, Michigan 1963

7. Felicity Merriman, Williamsburg, Virginia 1774

Girls of the Years dolls

1. Sonali Matthews, Companion to the Girl of the Year 2009

2. Kanani Akina, Girl of the Year 2011

3. Luciana Vega, Girl of the Year 2018

4. Jess McConnell, Girl of the Year 2006

5. Lindsey Bergman, Girl of the Year 2001

6. Joss Kendrick, Girl of the Year 2020

7. Blaire Wilson, Girl of the Year 2019

Wellie Wisher dolls

1. Kendall

2. Willa

Mini Dolls

1. Mini Felicity Merriman (Second Meet Dress)

2. Mini Cécile Rey (25th Anniversary Edition)

3. Mini Josefina Montoya

4. Mini Kaya’aton’my (OG)

5. Mini Addy Walker (BeForever)

6. Mini Nellie O’Malley

7. Mini Ivy Ling

8. Mini Samantha Parkington (OG)

9. Mini Ruthie Smithens

10. Mini Marie-Grace Gardner (25th Anniversary Edition)

11. Mini Josefina Montoya (25th Anniversary Edition)

12. Mini Addy Walker (25th Anniversary Edition)

13. Mini Julie Albright (25th Anniversary Edition)

14. Mini Samantha Parkington (25th Anniversary Edition)

15. Mini Molly McIntire (25th Anniversary Edition)

16. Mini Kit Kittredge (30th Anniversary Edition)

17. Mini Felicity Merriman (25th Anniversary Edition)

18. Mini Kirsten Larson (25th Anniversary Edition)

19. Mini Kit Kittredge (BeForever)

20. Mini Nanea Mitchell

21. Mini Samantha Parkington (30th Anniversary Edition)

22. Mini Addy Walker (30th Anniversary Edition)

23. Mini Maryellen Larkin (30th Anniversary Edition)

24. Mini Rebecca Rubin (30th Anniversary Edition)

25. Mini Kit Kittredge (25th Anniversary Edition)

26. Mini Josefina Montoya (30th Anniversary Edition)

27. Mini Maryellen Larkin

28. Mini Melody Ellison

29. Mini Julie Albright (OG)

30. Mini Kaya’aton’my (BeForever)

31. Mini Cecile Rey

32. Mini Kaya’ton’my (25th Anniversary Edition)

33. Mini Emily Bennett

34. Mini Samantha Parkington (BeForever)

35. Mini Kaya’aton’my (30th Anniversary Edition)

36. Mini Julie Albright (BeForever)

37. Mini Rebecca Rubin (BeForever)

38. Mini Kirsten Larson (OG)

39. Mini Kirsten Larson (BeForever)

40. Mini Kit Kittredge (OG)

41. Mini Caroline Abbott (OG)

42. Mini Caroline Abbott (BeForever)

43. Mini Felicity Merriman (First Meet Dress)

44. Mini Molly McIntire (OG)

45. Mini Molly McIntire (2016 Version)

46. Mini Saige Copeland

47. Mini Julie Albright (30th Anniversary Edition)

48. Mini Gabriela McBride

49. Mini Just Like You #88

50. Mini Isabelle Palmer

51. Mini Tenney Grant

52. Mini Doll #6/The Smart Girl's Guide to Worry Doll

53. Mini Doll #2/The Smart Girl's Guide to Liking Herself Doll

54. Mini Doll #5/The Smart Girl's Guide to Digital World with Doll

55. Mini Doll #4/The Smart Girl's Guide to Sports And Fitness Doll

56. Mini Doll #3/The Smart Girl’s Guide to Cooking Doll

57. Mini Doll #1/The Smart Girl’s Guide to Worry Doll

Misc./Just Like You Line dolls

1. Z Yang

2. Maritza Ochoa

3. Makena Williams

4. Evette Peeters

5. Just Like You #58

6. Just Like You #4

7. Just Like You #46

8. Just Like You #57

9. Just Like You #1

10. Just Like You #44

11. Just Like You #84

12. Just Like You #15

13. Just Like You #24

14. Just Like You #40

15. Just Like You #55

16. Just Like You #12

17. Just Like You #56

18. Just Like You #89

19. Just Like You #86

20. Just Like You #88

21. Just Like You #90

22. Just Like You #91

23. Just Like You #87

[callmeblake]

Frank Iero and the Future Violence To Release New EP In January

originally published: 11/19/2020

Frank Iero and the Future Violence aka The Future Violents have announced that their new Heaven is A Place, This is A Place EP will be released on January 15, 2021 via UNFD. Serving as a companion piece to 2019’s critically acclaimed full length, Barriers, the EP is split into two distinct movements.

Side A reveals the true meaning of “Violence”, a song title Iero has teased on bass drums in all his Future Violents music videos. Indeed, it’s opening gambit of “You got so sick, I thought I’d die, you got so down, I couldn’t get high” before the chorus refrain of “Your violence feels like kisses to me, your silence makes it harder to breathe, your distance feels like I’m not enough… I need your touch.” see’s Iero at his most scathing and damaged. Never have these words felt more relevant as they do now. This ferocity and redemptive anger continues into “Sewer Wolf “ where in the chorus Iero professes, “I come alive forged in fire, My love will break these chains built from pain, they can’t hold me down.”

In total contrast to side A, side B finds the band more delicate and thoughtful, complete with soaring soundscapes before the final crescendo of Record Ender. All while paying beautiful tribute to Iero’s journey with The Future Violents and it’s members musical fortitude.

In 2016, Iero and his guitar-playing brother in law, Evan Nestor, were involved in a brutal motor vehicle accident in Australia – one they barely survived. During the process of recovery, the REM song, “Losing My Religion” started making pivotal appearances in unusual places / weird circumstance and the mantra repeated itself as time went on.

When Iero resumed touring, post accident in 2017, one of the members of the support band, Kayleigh Goldsworthy, struck a chord both literally and proverbially.

Iero notes “From the first show I was completely impressed with her musicianship and by touring together I realized she was also a rad human being who I desperately wanted to write and play music with. In my mind she was already in my next band, I just had to write the music, name the band, find the other musicians, oh and of course ask her. But during that first tour together we got to talking about how she played the mandolin and how we shared a love for R.E.M., and more specifically ‘Losing my Religion’. So, on the last night of tour in San Francisco we found an empty room/hallway/stairwell type place and made an iPhone voice memo demo of the song. It felt like magic and that was the moment I was convinced this couldn’t be the only thing we did together.”

Goldsworthy’s band was subsequently invited to tour the UK & Europe and in London, a BBC session at the legendary Maida Vale studios culminated in Iero, Nestor, and Goldsworthy recording their unique take on ‘Losing’ amidst analogue history and English rain. The magic in the air was palpable and despite being on a sold out tour for an existing album (Parachutes) everyone in the room knew that this was the starting point of something new and truly great.

The New Jersey native, Iero, has always employed a new band name for each stage of his solo career (The Cellabration / The Patience / The Patients / The Future Violents / The Future Violence) and there surely can be no doubt that as ‘Losing My Religion’ is the start of the band then ‘Record Ender’, the closing track, is the bookmark conclusion as Iero sings “Maybe we fooled them all, at least I hope we did.”

Fans can stream “Losing My Religion” and pre-order Heaven is a Place, This is a Place online.

Originally tracked at the same time as Barriers by Steve Albini, Heaven was finished and mixed by long-term friend and collaborator Steve Evetts in late 2020. Describing the Steve ‘squared’ sound as sonic perfection for these songs, Iero is quick to point out that this is not merely leftovers from Barriers but very much a main course.

“The Future Violents was the perfect band at the perfect time for me. The creativity flowed through us like rapids and we didn’t stop writing because we ran out of inspiration…it was just time to go to the studio. In fact I was still writing at the studio, but I allowed myself the luxury of 14 songs on the record leaving 3 to survive in the shadows. Lying in wait. I knew I wanted them to see the light, it was just a matter of how and when.”

Elaborating on the origins of the EP, Iero comments, “The title of the EP actually comes from the night before we started recording Barriers at Electrical Audio in Chicago. The band went out to eat and get drinks at a local Tiki bar called, Lost Lake. On the menu that night there was a drink called Heaven is a place/This is the place.” shares Iero on the meaning behind the EP title. “I love when the universe gives you gifts like that. You just have to be in tune to your surroundings. The name struck me as clever and I started to think about how changing one word in that title meant something way more profound to me. Heaven is a place, if you believe in that sort of thing…It is the reward at the end of a long hard journey of fighting the good fight and living your life to whatever standards you hold dear. But it’s just a place. And so is this…This is a place, the earthly realm, miraculous on so many levels but also just a place. The difference is you and your perception.”

Heaven is a Place, This is a Place Track Listing

1.   Violence

2.   Sewer Wolf

3.   Losing My Religion

4.   Record Ender

Heaven features Evan Nestor on guitar and backing vocals, Murder By Death’s Matt Armstrong on bass, Thursday’s Tucker Rule behind the drum kit and Kayleigh Goldsworthy on keys, mandolin, and violin.

Fans can stream Barriers via UNFD.

PHOTO BY MITCHELL WOJCIK

New Jersey Stage © 2020 by Wine Time Media, LLC | PO Box 140, Spring Lake, NJ 07762 | info@newjerseystage.com

[fabergechick]

Back to Lavelle Spade, starting with the next family in the rotation, Camenzind-Cavalieri. 

...And some really inappropriate wants considering what just happened with Evette trying to resurrect Mikel. Knowledge sims, y’all.

Darrell and Jackilyn manage to set the stage of how into each other, in human or werewofl form, they still are during this whole round.

But besides that, it’s a pretty normal round for the family doing domestic, family things. (Sans their hair, since I have no idea what happened to it besides changing defaults during this time.)

And of course, sibling fighting.

[karmapriw]

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