#ajira

[narriose]

Opened Morrowind for the first time and the learning curve is steep man. I need to take long breaks because my attention span is shit but I doodle in the meantime. Might do more of these as I get further in. (I started with Skyrim, didn’t finish Oblivion but know the ending)

Thoughts so far:

Aesthetically it’s scratching some kinked of itch. As a sci-fi fan the alienness of the world draws me in, and the old-timey graphics kind of remind me of the same nostalgia Dragon Age Origins gives me. I was worried I would hate it since original Oblivion style gave me the ick. (It’s the improper saturation making everything look irradiated)

Didn’t get far in the story yet but some interactions are already gems so I’ll trust the process.

The negatives for me is how much time I need to spend reading only to realize I’ve already read something. Also the movement speed and being locked out of nearby quests due to my level. I suspect scaling wasn’t possible back then so I’m having to look up guides. Hopefully eventually some of the mechanics get easier. Got nothing against the lack of quest markers tbh it gets me more focus on the quest I think.

Freaky bugs are freaky /pos

Spaced out after resting to be killed by DB twice now.

Also the freaking Batman voice jump scares me.

[babyblueetbaemonster]

MUSHROOM HUNT

Dragonborn: I'll bring the entire mushroom home. Hero of Kvatch: All the alchemical essence is stored in the cap. Nerevarine: The best I can do is a slice of shroom.

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 1 - ARCANE

The ring is knobby and cool to the touch, blue-glazed pottery glimmering in the lamplight of the cluttered little study. Caelestis turns it in zir hands, turns it again, watching the light play over the lumps and the patchy colour of the pigment. Spellwork slinks around it, snakelike, coiling in the cracks and running glistening down the sides; it’s almost hypnotic, like the flowing of a river, the rustling of long grass. Ze presses zir thumb to the inside curve of the band.

“Ooh, pretty,” says Ajira appreciatively, suddenly very close to zir ear; ze startles so hard ze falls off the stool. Like she doesn’t even notice, Ajira sticks out a hand with a narrowed-eye grin.

Caelestis blinks. Zir hair is fallen in zir face; ze tosses it back. “You scared me,” ze complains, rubbing zir hip where it hit the floor.

“Give it,” Ajira says, like ze didn’t say anything at all. (She gets like that, sometimes. One-track mind; focused on one thing, to the exclusion of almost all else.)

Caelestis curls zir fingers around it. “No! It’s mine.”

“Ajira isn’t taking it,” she says, wheedling. “She just wants to see. Please?”

The lights in the sconces glitter. Caelestis sighs and holds out the ring.

They’re in the corner of one of the Guild’s basement rooms. Space is economical, here; Ajira’s desk and all her great many belongings (neatly sorted alchemy supplies, mostly; a few fantastical items with which to barter and trade; books stacked on the ground, reaching up to head-height) is all squished together in one end over a threadbare rug. The dais is on the other side, carved with glimmering spell-glyphs. (Caelestis hasn’t used it yet. Ze’s only been around this little corner of Vvardenfell; going too far would be too much. It would be frightening. Ze will – just not yet.)

Ajira snatches the ring, rolls it around in her padded palm eagerly. Caelestis watches through zir eyelashes as she rubs at it – ze half expects a bound spirit to come bursting out of the thing by how enthusiastically she examines it. Ze half expects her to try to lick it.

(Thankfully, she does not.) “Blue,” she pronounces, sharp little teeth on delighted display. It doesn’t seem like the kind of observation that requires so much scrutiny, but what would Caelestis know? She hooks a claw through the band. “This is very nice, friend Caelestis. Where did you get such a thing?”

Caelestis’ hair is wisping out of its ties. The weather here makes it strange and sweat-slick and unmanageable. Ze brings up zir hands to fumble with the ribbons, half shrugging. “I found it.”

Ajira glances down at zem. The ring hangs from her narrow finger. “You found it,” she echoes. “Where, on the ground? On the stalk of one of Ajira’s mushrooms?”

She makes a fair point. It’s not a very convincing line. “An adventurer never tells,” Caelestis says loftily, and holds out a hand for the ring.

It is not given. Ajira does that full-body twitch she sometimes does, eyes wide – twists the ring around her finger and asks, glittering, “You killed someone for it?”

“I – what, no!” (To the best of zir knowledge. Technically.) (And that’s a topic ze really needs to consider, isn’t it – hasn’t had the courage to yet, but if ze’s acting as an adventurer, or being an adventurer – and that’s another thing, about the boundaries of acting and being and what is true and what’s for show when one has accidentally devoted zir life to espionage, but that’s off topic, for another time. If ze’s venturing, which ze has to do regardless of whether it’s acting or being, ze’ll almost certainly have to kill someone, at some stage. That’s what they do, isn’t it? That’s why she leapt to that conclusion? And it’s something ze doesn’t like to think about. Ze doesn’t want to. Ze’d much rather not. But things have already gotten more perilous than ze ever really pictured them getting and it’s something ze needs to prepare for before the necessity arises and ze’s blindsided. It deserves at least a double-page in zir notebook.) (Ze hasn’t killed anyone. Not anyone, not yet. Some animals. Vvardenfell has a lot of animals that seem to very insistently want zem dead, which is less than ideal. Ze’s killed – four, now. And ze’s fought someone. But ze didn’t kill them. As far as ze knows.)

Caelestis shakes zir head, hard; the half-undone ribbon smacks zem in the face. “No,” ze repeats, insistently. Ajira cocks her head, curious.

“Then you stole it,” she surmises.

Caelestis wishes she wouldn’t jump to conclusions so much. “No,” ze says again, as firm as ze can. (It’s not stealing if they try to rob you first, is it? Turnabout’s fair play.) (It was an honest-to-goodness highwayman; would have felt very storybook if it weren’t quite so terrifying. But Caelestis came here with only the clothes ze wore – continues to wear, though they’ve definitely seen better days – Morrowind’s garb is all loose fabric and unfamiliar colours and it frightens zem – point being, now that ze’s actually gained some belongings after great difficulty, ze’s not going to give them away. Even if there is an impressive club involved. In retrospect, ze doesn’t think they were actually trying to hurt zem, just to scare zem; but it worked, and the convenient thing about magic is that you don’t need a visible weapon on you to be dangerous. Even if you don’t mean to be. Even if you don’t know what you’re doing. That’s the thing about conjured blades, in particular – even if you don’t know how to use a knife, they know exactly how to be used.)

(Ze didn’t kill them. That’s the other convenient thing about magic – once you remember that there are spells that just knock people out, hold them unaware and unmoving in place, it’s a lot easier. A lot less bloody. Took five tries to cast, though ze thinks that at least some of those failures can be blamed on the ring. Still, Caelestis needs to get better at that one; it seems like it’s going to be useful whether ze wants it to be or not.)

(They took the highwayman’s ring, because the enchantment on it made the air wavery, and ze needed to do something. Anything at all. Then ze found a tree to hide behind and pressed against it until it felt like the bark was forever entangled with the sweaty cloth of zir shirt. Ze felt oddly, proudly brave; then ze threw up. But ze was almost in the swamps at that point, so as for the general air of the place – and the smell – it didn’t really make a difference.)

Ajira frowns, opens her mouth again – Caelestis already dealt with all this in zir notebook and doesn’t want to dwell on it anymore, so ze says, “I found it while I was doing your fieldwork for you –”

“Ah-ah!” Ajira says hurriedly, which ze anticipated; she presses her hand to Caelestis’ nose as though that will stop zem talking, which ze did not. (She moves quickly enough that she kind of slaps zem. It makes zem sneeze.) “You were assisting on an expedition. Botanical. Mycological.” Caelestis squints up at her, half-challenging, half just needing to sneeze again; Ajira removes her hand and says, smiling, “Ajira will give you credit in the end notes. Even a dedication, perhaps.”

“Ooh,” Caelestis says, the edge of zir lip pulling up, “a dedication. Give me back my ring, please.”

Ajira grumbles, but she flicks it over, the little thing flashing in the low light; Caelestis completely fails to catch it. Ze pretends ze can’t hear her chuffing laughter as ze gropes around for it on the floorboards.

“You should wear it!” Ajira tells zem – politely not acknowledging zir fumble or perhaps just no longer thinking about it. (One-track mind.) “It is a spell-drinker, yes? Very useful. Especially for the ambitious. And it is such a pretty colour.”

Caelestis finds the ring, knocked against one of the legs of Ajira’s desk. “I want to,” ze says, cradling it; ze frowns at the floor. “But I hate wearing rings.”

(They feel so stiff and clunky on zir fingers. But it would be a waste not to use this one.)

Ajira tuts; ze can feel her teasing disapproval without turning zir head. “You have worn the same hideously colourless shirt,” she complains, “ever since Ajira met you, and wearing rings is too far for you.”

“I’m trying to have some more of my clothes sent over,” Caelestis argues pettishly. (It’s not zir fault ze wasn’t given a change in prison. Or that the clothes here are so unfamiliar as to be terrifying. Or that ze is too scared to talk to the old man Cosades until ze’s ‘not so wet behind the ears’. Or that ze can’t send a letter home without his help.) Ze picks at the top button of zir doublet. “It’s just –”

Ze stops. Thinks. Sits down again, on the floorboards with zir back to the desk, and holds up the enchanted ring to the buttonhole. The slit in the fabric, neatly sewn to stop fraying, isn’t nearly wide enough to let it move through – but a quick cut, maybe on a slant –

“Ajira,” ze asks, “Can I borrow your sewing scissors?”

“For what? Destroying your –” Ajira blinks; her eyes narrow. Her hands fist in the gauzy blue of her skirt. “Oh, no.”

Caelestis grins up at her. “It’s efficient. Make use of the enchantment without wanting to claw my knuckles apart.”

“It clashes with the fabric,” Ajira bemoans. “The shape is wrong. You were on thin ice as it is – Ajira will not be seen with one with bad taste.”

(Caelestis doesn’t know Ajira especially well, yet. They have spent maybe two weeks on and off in one another’s company, all up. But ze likes her. Ze likes how she talks like they’ve known each other for ages; it makes zem feel so much less nervous.)

“Perhaps I’ll start a trend,” ze says brightly. Ajira groans.

(Ze takes the scissors, cuts the buttonhole open and the button off the thread. Zir stitching is inexpert and messy – ze’s not exactly experienced in mending clothes, zir experience only extending so far as sewing lumpy little creatures on the living room settee with zir mother, but it’s perfectly passable, and the enchantment works. Ze makes Ajira flick a magelight at zem to check.)

(She doesn’t stop complaining about zir crimes against jewellery and dress for the next week, until she has another research project to attempt to cajole zem into assisting with.)

[lifewithmuhasu]

Namna ya kujiajiri baada ya kumaliza chuo kupitia taaluma yako

Kujiajiri kupitia taaluma yako ni kitu  cha msingi na kitu kinachowatesa watu wengi sana kwani wanamaliza masomo wakiwa na matumaini ya ajira Duniani changamoto ya ajira limekuwa tatizo kubwa sana , japokuwa kuna baadhi ya nchi angalau kuna unafuu wa upatikanaji ajira, suluhisho ni kujiajiri kupitia taaluma yako Tanzania ni moja kati ya nchi zenye uhaba mkubwa wa ajira serikalini na sekta…

[skyrim-forever]

I got the best Ajira photo ever 🥺🥺🥺

[fist-of-vengeance]

a second plane has hit the island

[octarinecat]

Forgive the recent lack of content - most of my time (and stress!) has been consumed by work on the zine @infernalcornerzine ! We're currently at the stage where almost everyone has submitted their pieces, and now we’re just one step away from stitching it all together.

The Khajiit you see above is Ajira, my old OC from The Elder Scrolls days (I’m a massive fan of the series). I painted her to celebrate getting my hands on the remastered version of Oblivion recently!

[dmdog]

Mr and Mrs Trench I missed you but I did not miss your stupid backwards hands my god are they hard to draw

(Based on that one twin peaks the return pic)

[vyntheshork]

Ajira, Snow and Rain (Part 1)

Winters on the southern coast of Pellitine were never harsh in the slightest, many locals have never so much as seen a snowfall, but as Ajira crawled out of her beach tent she was met with a slight chill on the wind off the Southern Sea. It was the first day of Evening Star and the start of Ajira's self-imposed exile. Life away from home will be rough, but Ajira always came prepared for any situation, even one that led to her potentially never seeing her family or friends ever again.

The mid-day sun hit her gray fur and began attempting to warm her as the wind continued just as hard. Before long, she had finished packing up all of her belongings into her small skiff. It wasn't much, but the trusty boat was as hardy as the Nords she bought it from. She thought back on all the fishing trips she had endured with the vessel. Coming back to port with buckets full of fish and ocean critters to help feed everyone always made her feel like she had a place, but going forward, she'd have to find a new purpose.

Before she set off, she took in her surroundings one last time. She dug her toes into the warm sands and took a deep inhale of humid jungle adjacent ocean air. She gave pause for a silent prayer to Azurah and climbed into her boat, pushing off, and watched as her home slowly drifted from view as she made her way.

[grippysoxx]

[spockvarietyhour]

Oh, it's Ilana from Lost

[ljones41]

“LOST”:  “The Wrong Promise”

“LOST”:  “THE WRONG PROMISE”

While going over old "LOST" articles and forums, I had come across a post that asked members how they would have ended "LOST". After reading several other sites and articles about the series, I had posted my answer.  

There was one thing that I wish showrunners Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof had not added into the script for the series finale, (6.17)"The End".  I wish they had not allowed Kate Austen to promise Claire Littleton that she would help raise the latter's three-year-old son Aaron after reaching civilization, while the pair was making their departure with a handful of other survivors aboard the patched-up Ajira 316.

I realize that Kate was trying to assure an agitated Claire that everything would be all right, once the latter was reunited with Aaron. Especially since Claire had been stuck on the island for three years and had not seen her son.  But in the end, Kate's promise to help raise Aaron struck me as the wrong one to make. Why? It was not possible for her to meet this promise.

When she had departed Los Angeles on the Ajira Flight 316 in (5.06) "316", Kate had broken her plea deal from (4.04) "Eggtown".  She would have to remain in California for a ten-year probation.  When she had left California and the United States in (5.06) "316", Kate broke the terms of her probation.  According to the show's canon, the period between "316" and "The End" was roughly two weeks.  Chances are, Kate had left the country under an assumed name.  And since Ajira Flight 316 had been missing for two weeks, I suspect a great deal of publicity would have generated from its return to civilization.  I would not be surprised if the moment she returned to civilization after the plane's departure from the Island, Kate ended up in prison for breaking her probation.  That would have left Carole Littleton to help daughter Claire raise Aaron.

One might consider the possibility of Kate moving to Australia after serving time in prison for breaking her probation.  That is a possibility I do not see happening.  I doubt very much that the Australian government would have allowed Kate to re-enter the country. Three years earlier, Kate had entered under a false name and as a fugitive from the law.  Which mean that she had entered the country illegally.  I just cannot see them allowing her to set foot on Australian soil again.

Why would Claire need Kate's help?  The latter had left Aaron in custody of the former's mother, Carole Littleton, a day before boarding Ajira 316.  Ms. Littleton had custody of Aaron by the end of the series.  And to be honest, she would be the best person to serve as Aaron's guardian, considering the tenuous nature of Claire's mental state in the series finale.   Considering Claire's mental state, I cannot see Ms. Littleton would have allowed Kate, a criminal who had deliberately kept her grandson away from her for nearly three years, near Aaron while he was a minor.  In fact, I do not even see Claire allowing Kate to be anywhere near Aaron.  Hell, I would never allow a child kidnapper with a series of crimes hovering around her, near my offspring again . . . even if that person helped me get off the island.

All I can say is . . . what were Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof thinking, when they had allowed Kate to make that promise to Claire in "The End"?  They could have found another way for the fugitive to ease the young Australian woman's fears.  And for the past thirteen years, fans automatically believe that Kate had helped Claire raise Aaron. Without Carole Littleton's help.  Even to this day.

[whattheship]

Nerevarine, ripping a line of cocaine moon sugar: "Hey Creeper, here's 50 bajillion Restore Fatigue potions that cost me barely anything to make because my buddy Ajira will readily sell me the ingredients for fuck all. I see no way in which selling these to a literal daedra could possibly cause issues."

[6 years later.]

Hero of Kvatch, with a dozen scamps crawling all over him in a perfect recreation of the cover art of Doom: "DON'T YOU BASTARDS EVER GET TIRED‽‽‽"

[jiubilant]

thought i'd share some morrowind mods i'm using. my aim's for a largely vanilla-game feel with some goofy fun here and there

general

morrowind graphics extender xe: add-on to the morrowind engine that improves the game's graphics and makes many of the below mods tick

morrowind code patch: fixes many bugs in the vanilla game including—and this one's made the game so much more fun—the sneak toggle not working correctly

oaab data, tamriel data, and the crafting framework: asset libraries that contain resources used by some of the below mods

been there, done that: shows you which dungeons you've cleared in tooltips and the map menu

player character customization

more heads: many additional face + hair customization options for all playable characters

vanilla-flavoured hair: retextures for the base game's hair models

racer dust arms and armor: new armor!

concept art dunmer helmets: new helms!

olaf's best cloaks in town: new cloaks!

weapon sheathing: displays your character's equipped weapon on their hip or back when the weapon is sheathed (as in tes iv and v)

fun stuff

the guar whisperer

pet the damn scrib

planters for ajira

thickle-lo

daily training

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Morrowind: Portrait of Galbedir (WIP)

Galbedir is an apprentice wizard at the Balmora Mages Guild. She's young pert and—being an enchantress-prodigy—a tad bit conceited. Given she has her own study on the second floor and how expensive her wizard paraphernalia is, I assume she is from a wealthy, caring family. She and Ajira are both vying for an important promotion at the Guild.

Please do not rush into the comment section telling everyone how you stole her soul gems—you're a scum and deserve to spend time in Crassius Curio's Tickle Dungeon or @spoonmagister 's prison at Tel Uvirith—I hear they practice a unique type of execution there: immurement by Scelian Plebo (i.e. the priest at Wolverine Hall).

[skyrim-forever]

I would like to introduce you all to someone ❤️ The cat distribution system has worked once again, this khajiit was a stray and had nowhere to go so her travels have led her to the warm sands of my apartment 😛 Her name is Ajira (also answers to pookie girl and pretty girl) ❤️