#ahtar

[mukuuji]

paradoxical dressing

[nauteno]

skyrim muscle worker collection!

[helgiafterdark]

[draconicocelot]

Just made a new character the other day - Veralin Echinacea who is a kindhearted bosmer healer traveling with (eventual husband) Ahtar and her pet troll named Cypress 💚✨🍃

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

the first thing eryn does when she does wake up after dying is immediately try to fight everyone around her

[stonerzelda]

I locked myself outnof having Ahtar as a follower because hes mad i killed his girlfriend or something so once he leaves my service its all "i should bash ur face in" blah blah blah and the follow me prompt is gone😔 rip romance

[dovahkinniez]

I need more Nazir stuff... NSFW... Hell even Ahtar or isran would work

` 𖤓 . . . NAZIR.

18+ only! contains sexual content.

Hey hey! I will definitely do the NSFW headcanons for the other two in a separate post(s) if wanted. But let's get into it with the man himself...

Lord almighty. Currently sitting here twiddling my thumbs finding a way to express how my imagination works with this man. There's a lot-

Firstly, he is a patient man. He knows what he wants, and how knows how to get what he wants. (You).

But he can be strict, disobedience does annoy him, yet he still encourages it because it sets that laid back nature in him aside. Makes him feel more alive than when he takes another's life.

Definitely the type to sit back, watching you with half lidded eyes as you take your clothes off innocently. Ready to get into something comfortable but he has other ideas in mind.

Pulls you onto his lap and you feel his half hard dick press up against your ass, he loves your ass. And your stomach as he places his warm hand on it, rubbing it as he presses warm kisses against your neck.

He's a big man in general, so you know what to expect downstairs too. Redguard men are known for their long curved swords, aren't they?? ;)

It's thick too and he likes to stroke it as he watches you toy with yourself. This man likes to watch, silently watch you fuck yourself as his big hand fists his dick. He patiently waits until you're close to then stop you because you're only allowed to come by his demand and his body, unless he decides to use a toy that day.

Will mark your skin, finds the bruises sexy because it's just a reminder of what you did last night, then he wants to do it all over again. He likes it when you mark his skin too, he handles pain well and if its you who caused it, it just turns him on more.

Plus he just loves your lips and tongue, he likes to keep them against his body and when you give head he can't stop himself from pushing your head down further with a fistful of your hair, then he'd let out a throaty deep groan which makes your gagging worth it.

"Keep up with that and I'll cum, darling." That isn't an invitation, by the way. More of a dare tbh. If you make him cum, he won't stop you but there may be consequences. If you don't, he will do as planned and fuck himself into you.

Loves to have you over his lap, hand smacking against your bare asscheeks as you sob out the amount of times he slaps. Makes sure to rub and knead at your ass afterwards as he strokes your hair, kissing the tears across your cheeks. "So so good for me, hmm?"

His favourite positions is definitely doggy style and reverse cowgirl. Loves your ass, to grab it and slap it. Loves it when you're laying on your tummy, his fingers knotted into your hair as he snaps his hips against you, making your asscheeks jiggle from them pounding.

Or when your back is pressed against his chest and he's fucking himself upwards into you. Caging you in his arms, hand around your throat and toying with your body as he wets his cock inside you.

He likes to get lost when he fucks you, to forget everything and just let the pleasure consume him, and you too. He lives to hear your moan. By his mouth, fingers or dick. Doesn't matter. He loves to watch you, watch your expression as your eyes roll back and you body shudders underneath him as you clench around his dick, plenty times he's came just at the sight of you coming undone because of him.

Boosts his ego and spurs him on to do it again. And again. And again.

Overestimation is a big kink of his. Loves to feel the shake in both your worn out bodies after hours of fucking around with each other, after multiple orgasms but also the denial of them too. Leaving you both hanging and wanting more before he sees stars and fucks the cum into you, honestly like he's desperate and needs more.

The sounds he makes are deep and almost like growls due to how deep his voice is anyway. Grunts and low groans, he isn't afraid to be vocal but I don't think he'd be naturally too loud anyway. He likes to hear you, though.

Even hearing you groan as you stretch in the morning sends the blood rushing to his dick.

[tivalon]

In need for a break

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Author's note: It's been 14 years since I last wrote a fanfic, but sometimes things just have to get out of your system. Please be kind, I'm neither a native speaker nor a proificient writer. <3 I hope you enjoy it!

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It was a calm and snowy day in Ishgard. Tivalon enjoyed his rare visits in his old home city. Melancholy filled his heart with every step, as he had so many bitter memories of this place. He leaned against a stone pillar and closed his eyes, when a familiar voice caught his attention.

„You have lost weight again, haven’t you?“

„Uncle!“

Tivalon stared angrily at the elder Elezen who appeared behind a building, then looked away unnerved. What a welcome.

„I shouldn’t be surprised. Your constant meddling with world affairs takes its toll after all. Look at you. You look like your own father!“ Though Tivalon’s uncle was not wrong, his brusque way of lecturing him upset him more than it should have. „Uncle Etienne, this is none of your business! Shall I leave the world in shambles, shall I look away when there are people in need?“ But inside he knew his uncle was right. Tivalon looked way more worn out than an Elezen his age should. Hells, his uncle looked way younger than him, and he was twenty years older!

Etienne started his ramblings again. „What would your parents think …“ he couldn’t finish his sentence. As rare as it was, Tivalon snapped at his elder. „What would they think, yes. If they were still here. If you had not left them to die!“

That was a unfair, and Tivalon knew that. „Uncle, I … I’m sorry. I know you were not to blame.“ He looked desperate, shocked by his own words. Slowly he turned his head at the elder Elezen. Etienne could not be mad at his nephew. Guilt was his companion since the day his sister and her husband died. And he knew all too well how much the children must have suffered from their loss. Etienne had been young and unexperienced at that time, freshly recruited to the city guards. There was not much he could have done when the attack hit the city. „It’s okay. I also feel your loss.” Awkward silence filled the air between the two men. The uncle broke the silence again. “I … I am proud of you. I really am. How could I not, we all owe you our lives. But I can’t say that I approve of you constantly straining yourself. Or of your company. It seems you have found a new family, isn’t that so? That boisterous samurai catboy and his assembly of misfits.“

„They are my friends, my family even! Ahtares might be a flamboyant good for nothing poser, but he has a good heart. And an exceptional skill when it comes to find good people. Sure, they are a bit special, but all of them are trustworthy friends.“ Well, they surely had a habit of getting into trouble frequently, especially after long party nights. He had to bail most of them out of jail a few times this month, the Maelstrom officers knew his face and his purse quite well now. But Tivalon loved all of those lunatics dearly.

Etienne smirked. „I see. You found a flock to tend to. But since when have you followed that red mage catboy’s beliefs? Have you not been a truthful paladin? You have made a habit of following stray cats it seems.“ That was more than enough fot Tivalon to lose his temper. „Don’t you dare say ill about master X’rhun! He has a pure heart, an unwavering will, and is a master of his trait! And I will not tolerate anyone who crosses my friends and family. When did you last care about anyone but yourself? Besides, a have more than one profession, as you should know.“

The fire was lit again in Tivalon’s eyes. Good. The sly Elezen laughed, finally the gloom that had surrounded his nephew was gone. „That’s more like you. I do not intend to throw dirt on your master. Or your guild, call them what you like. But look at you. You are so unnerved. When did you last lose your composure so fast? Grant yourself a break. You deserve it. And you need it.“ 

Tivalon paused. He was right. And though his uncle was a stubborn, arrogant, high and mighty Ishgardian brat sometimes, his heart was at the right spot.

„I  … I’ll do.“ Tivalon looked away, he didn’t need to see the smug grin on his uncle’s face. „Very well. I shall take my leave. Greet your sister from me. And your cousins, should you be so lucky to run into them. You are always welcome at my house. All of you.“

Etienne smiled. He was proud of his sister’s children, even if he had a hard time showing it. Tivalon bowed, and returned the smile. He loved his family, after all. All of them.

[juniperberries-canisroot]

Broken Oar Grotto is Alcatraz for followers.

I've seen people say Serana gets bugged out and won't leave, but it's not just her. I had Cicero, some other follower on some other save and Dremora Lords and they DO NOT FUCKIN LEAVE. It not only affects followers, it affects fuckin conjures as well.

It's so fuckin bad. I read one solution was to fast travel to Solitude, punch a guard, pay the bounty then they'll teleport to your side. That didn't work.

I tried to dismiss Cicero and he did but proceeded to follow me around still. I got away from the entrance and he finally went to leave but just STOOD there at the exit, not leaving. I paralyzed him, 'killed' him, nothing worked to reset him. I left then came back in. He was still standing there. At one point he finally disappeared so I thought he left. Nope. Just invisible. I could hit him, see him on Detect Life, he kept talking to me.

I had to reload the save just before doing Lights Out (a manual numbered save I put down incase doing both Ahtar's queat and Lights Out glitched anything out).

I don't know what it is about that damn place, but don't ever bring a follower there (unless you can console command teleport them next to you, which I can't).

[viroqu]

i recently got ahtar, one of the few redguard followers in skyrim, in one of my playthroughs and i searched his name in tumblr to see if he had any fans or cool art and

1. there is an account whose exclusive purpose is to hypothetize whether fictional men are cut or uncut

2. they ranked every male npc in skyrim and gave a (canonically unconfirmed) circumsicion status

3. it's 500 names long

4. it's one of the few things in the ahtar tag

[mukuuji]

I am scared

[aardvark-123]

Hragnette shows her good friend Ahtar the executioner around Ivarstead.

Hragnette overhears some personal things.

Hragnette finds a beehive.

Hragnette goes for a ride on her horse, Madame Clippy-Clop the Younger.

Hragnette agrees to try and find Stalleo's family in Treva's Watch. Ahtar is unable to believe what she's dragging him into.

Hragnette finds Stalleo's family. Ahtar's heart is filled with sorrow.

But enough about them, there's an unusually large nirnroot plant nearby! And also ducks!

And plenty time for a free concert in Riften before bed. Give over, Maramal, she isn't that bad...

[helgiafterdark]

this is when my stormcloak radicalization began

[lovi23]

SO IMMA WRITE ABOUT MY CONLANG

So! The infernal/demonic tongue

It's structure is mostly like English cause easy. Except for regional variants where they switch the order of words around a lil bit (so it sounds... ✨Exotic✨). The Demonic tongue is actually the direct descendant of an imposed language called infernal/demonic standard, made like that by a big empire of old that searched to unify the people under its reign, this empire is ruled by The Immortal Emperor (yummy yummy lore, also the emperor isn't actually immortal it's just a family line) who unified that empire in the first place.

So far I've only got a few basic words like Ne (me), Bhe (us), Na (no), Nal (not), Ahta (lost), Tul (no one), Takbal (to wish for good luck)... And a bunch of months (they have their own stupidly complex calendar based on the movement of tides cause they cannot see the sky) and other random words.

For example I can say:

"Ne ie nel e ahtar aetshilen, ne ie Sharan" which translates to "I am not a lost traveler/foreigner, I am a wanderer" (it's worth noting that Sharan specifically means 'a wanderer with no set destination nor clear origin' cause they have a lot of words relating to traveling in the Underworld)

Also this isn't a hard rule, but when you say a word in a phrase that communicates your feelings/intent you usually say that word first, it's kinda hard to explain, but it's just like saying please at the beggining of a sentence instead of anywhere else, they would say "please may I have some tea" instead of "may I have some tea please", similarly, they would say "Friend hello!" instead of "Hello friend!", but again, it isn't a hard rule.

Also I think it's important to say that their word for hello is Tasha, which makes me really happy, I can only picture the demon equivalent of Kronk shouting that word and ye it just makes my day that much better

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Eryn does sleep before heading to Ironback, but heads out first thing the next morning. It's quite the foggy morning, but the rising sun paints the thick air with pinks and purples. It's beautiful, to her anyways.

She gets to Ironback, and the people there are mostly easy enough. But she is in a small pinch, and for the first time, Eryn realizes that as well as her fire spell, she also has a restoration spell. It's a simple healing spell, but it felt so natural. She smiles, wondering if she'll ever know why she can use spells AND a sword, or why she seems to be the only one who can.

Eryn returns to Solitude, and Athar invites her into castle dour (dungeon) to have some breakfast with him, seeing as it isn't even noon yet. Eryn spares only the smallest glance at Tullius when she has the chance, mostly just hoping he won't recognize her.

She and Ahtar get to talking, and it turns to the empire and stormcloaks and ongoing problems. It comes up that Ahtar doesn't feel he truly owes allegiance to the empire, they just pay him. And he especially hates having to work with the thalmor.

But, he says, as of now, he does owe allegiance to Eryn. And should she ever need a blade at her side, she has but to ask. And she should know she always has a friend in Solitude if she needs one.

With only a day left before Northwatch, Eryn decides to go see the Court Wizard, Sybelle. Something about her does unsettle Eryn, but she is nice enough and has spells to sell to Eryn. On her way back out, she has a small conversation with Erdi. Although Eryn does take offense from the implication that she's "strapping men at every tavern" (she doesn't have that kind of time!).

Eryn uses the rest of her day practicing the new spells, but mostly Frostbite. And she takes an early night, knowing she needs to be up to get to Northwatch before dawn.

[foamimi]

Favorite Men of Skyrim

Vilkas - Farkas - Teldryn Sero - Isran - Ahtar - Cicero - Gunmar - Brynjolf