#General Tulius

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Oh hey I haven’t subjected you guys to Oblivion Time

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Adding more info about my Dragonborn because I can!

The thalmor they have met in Skyrim have always been extremely racist against Azul, even though they Khajiit and thalmor are supposed to be allies. Azul grew up in Elsweyr and the thalmor that are stationed in Elsweyr are at least polite, if rather dismissive.

They’ve never been a huge fan of the thalmor, since they have a very different set of belief. They were also pretty neutral on the empire, but do fight on the side of the empire in the civil war because well… the Stormcloaks are the stormcloaks.

Plus a few of the REBEL JARLS say that they reckon that Ulfric’s rebellion is for Ulfric’s ego and the rebel jarl of Riften literally thinks that something is wrong with her song because he spoke out against Ulfric! Plus quite a few of the rebel jarls are kinda incompetent.

^That does not mean that the imperial jarls are much better (Morthal’s imperial Jarl).

I also think it’s funny to join the empire + dark brotherhood, win the war for the imperials and then kill the emperor (or vise versa).

[moodcrab]

The Skyrim Opening Makes No Sense!

YouTube has recently been recommending a lot of people playing Skyrim for the first time, mostly from channels by young people exploring very old games... BETHESDA! This means for the first time in a decade I've watched the Skyrim vanilla opening over and over and... Well I guess I never really thought about it in detail. Before I started modding it was just something tedious to get past... But watching it retrospectively along with commentary from a fresh point of view I've noticed that the Skyrim Intro Makes No Sense!

So we wake up on the cart next to Ulfric, a man who is gagged because he can literally murder people with his voice... But all our hands are bound in front of us... Just like, take the gag off dude. Like it sucks that apparently that bit of cloth is more powerful than the Thu'um, but you could just reach up and take it out of your mouth, fuck we'll help you if it's at an awkward angle or whatever, this is literally all our lives and your whole rebellion at stake, that's all.

General Tulius is here, meeting up with the Thalmor that he totally trusts, that's totally not sus that they knew to be here at all... Makes you wonder why he didn't just execute Ulfric on the spot as soon as he was caught doesn't it? It's not like he's giving Ulfric a trial or anything, as far as the Empire is concerned Ulfric is guilty. Tulius for some reason just decided to bring Ulfric to a town to execute him, not even the nearest town to where he was caught either. Did he want witnesses? Ok just leave a handful of Stormcloaks alive, they aren't going to lie about seeing Ulfric beheaded.

Nevermind we're here now, quickly, kill Ulfric and bring a swift end to this mess... After I make a little speech. And after this priestess makes a little speech. And after we execute this nobody Stormcloak. And after we execute the random in the rags who we aren't even sure is guilty of anything. Why are we here again?

Oh yeah, we were "caught crossing the border" right? Take a deep breath before we delve into this hole that Bethesda dug for itself for literally no reason; baring in mind that in all previous games where you begin as a prisoner they never explicitly say why you are a prisoner. What crime are you accused of, are you guilty or innocent, that was all your headcannon and Skyrim needn't have been any different. So... Exactly what border were we caught illegally crossing?

Well, there are numerous examples of the game implying or outright stating that the player character is not from Skyrim, even if you choose to play a Nord. Every race specific response from Hadvar, for example, or when Galmar asks why an outsider would want to join the Stormcloaks. So you definitely crossed a national border... The only problem is, as Ralof confirms, the Imperial ambush happened at Darkwater Crossing, a location that is nowhere near a national border. Helgan is in fact closer to the border than Darkwater Crossing, but that doesn't matter because, as Tulius and the Fort Nugart Note confirmes, the border to Cyrodiil is snowed in, hence his recruiting locally and not relying on Imperial reinforcements.

The only border that Ralof could possibly be talking about is the Eastmarch-Rift border, both Holds that are Stormcloak territory, so why the Imperial Legion would care about someone random crossing it I don't know. And even if they weren't Stormcloak Holds, as we all know from actually playing the rest of the game, crossing Hold borders isn't illegal. In fact it actually erases your wanted level.

Again, nobody forced Bethesda to make it cannon that The Last Dragonborn was caught crossing a border they physically couldn't have crossed, illegally, despite the fact it isn't illegal. It's literally one line of dialogue, this was entirely avoidable.

What's that bone chilling roar? IT'S NOTHING! Hurry up and kill this obviously not a rebel (before Ulfric, the actual terrorist). It's fair to say they couldn't have guessed that that noise was coming from a dragon, but to assert that it's nothing!? With those oh so trustworthy Thalmor just down the street? Yeah probably nothing, keep Ulfric at the bottom of the list. Gods I fucking love damn lists!

Well it turns out that the terrifying roar didn't just come from absolutely nothing. It in fact came from absolutely something. Nobody could have foreseen this. The something it absolutely was, is a dragon, and in the chaos Ulfric somehow got away. Again, nobody could have foreseen this, in fact it's pretty much the opposite of what Tulius was going for here.

In our desperate escape we run straight past two giant city gates because Tulius ordered us to use the unnecessarily labyrinthian, giant-spider infested escape route through the keep that's literally collapsing on us instead.

We get a choice, go with Ralof, a fellow prisoner who has risked his life to save ours, or Hadvar, someone who was perfectly willing to kill us knowing full well we were innocent, but he feews weelly bawd abowd id 🥺. Fuck off Hadvar, you "just following orders, I'll pay your corpse more respect than your life, torture is a necessary evil" bitch! And fuck this opening for not letting me skip anything! I may not be a big fancy "great American novel" writer like Emil Pagliarulo, but still I think this could have used a second draft.

[mrsamuelstreameroutofcontext]

"Stop rebelling, okay? Pack it in. Otherwise, i'll be sending you, along with many dogs to Molag Bal."

-cut General Tulius voiceline.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B25GbUdot20&t=913s

[moodymisty]

Based purely on looks and sexiness, who would you choose between Ulfric Stormcloak and General Tulius?

Purely on looks? Ulfric 110% absolutely zero competition xD

[booksandblanketnests]

The civil war quest line in Skyrim always get to me when it comes to Whiterun.

I usually end up siding with the imperials for both personal and role play reasons. When General Tulius sends you off to Whiterun, Jarl Barlgruf will ask you to deliver an axe to Ulfric Stormcloak, basically as a gift and to test the waters in a way. When you do get to Wildhelm and try to deliver the axe on Barlgruufs behalf, Ulfric will apologize and turn you away. It’s important to mention that Ulfric and Barlgruuf used to be friends. And as far as I can tell, pretty good(and close) friends at that. I can only imagine how Barlgruuf feels when the Dragonborn shows up as a soldier and messenger in Whiterun, being told that his once close old friend plans to siege his home.

I can honestly see it in my mind. Barlgruuf offering his sword, asking his once friend to tell him it’s not true. Getting his sword pushed back into him, and told to stand. They cannot fight properly if he grovels, mourning a friendship that Ulfric feels is long over.

Both feel betrayed, but for entirely different reasons.

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m autistic and it’s been a long day) (on another note, do y’all have any thoughts?)

[ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit]

Only One They Fear: A Skyrim/ Keeping Up Appearances Crossover fanfic

Chapter 1: A Most Distressing Holdiay

Richard Bucket was no mere mortal, his neighbors always said. His wife would be quite proud to hear that, just so long as she didn't hear the reason.

“Richaaaard!” Her vibrato rang over the Jerall peaks, echoing back to assault his ears on all sides.

“What is it now, Hyacinth?” He couldn’t bother to hide the exhaustion from his voice any longer; the journey on the overpriced cart had been far from picturesque, as Hyacinth had incessantly reminded him.

“Don’t you see that our pony is walking with his head down? It looks quite common.” She pursed her lips, clasping her handbag.

“He’s tired, dear. We all are.”

“Yes, but does he have to show it?”

“To who?? There’s not a single soul this way from here to Helgen!”

“Well, we must keep our dignity, mustn’t we?” Hyacinth said with a pat on Richard’s knee. “We cannot grow complacent, just because the countess of Bruma rejected our company to lodge at her castle.”

“We certainly cannot,” Richard grumbled, grimacing at the recollection of the scene Hyacinth had made at that revelation.

But he needn’t dwell on his mortification for long.

“You there!”

All three of their heads snapped up to a proper dignified level at the sight of two—three-four! Four quite large armored men rounded the corner ahead, sporting scaled cuirasses, blue cloaks, and a most unsightly standard of personal grooming.

“Thank Talos!” The first one cried. “Our supplies have run dry. Had to retreat in a rush, you see.”

Hyacinth was none too pleased with the way they eyed their cargo. “I will have you know, gentlemen, that I did not skimp on luggage and I refuse to let those efforts go to waste. I won’t be outdressed by the rifraff of Solitude just because I happened upon a few ruffians on the road!”

Richard buried his face in his hands.

Unsurprisingly, this small militia band was undeterred by her words. One soldier stood by the couple, hand pointedly resting on his sword, as the rest fiddled with the luggage straps.

“Mind the china!” Hyacinth squeaked. “It’s a wedding present all the way from Skingrad!”

“Hyacinth!” Richard hissed. “Shut up!”

“What Sheridan would say if he could see us now,” She tsked. “To see his Mummy mugged and relinquished of her designer luggage. And to see Daddy unarmed to defend her honor. At least we know he’s safe up in the college of the bards.”

“Perhaps Daddy would have a proper sword if Sheridan hadn’t taken 500 gold for a third set of ‘silken pyjamas…’” Richard muttered.

A snapping branch caught their attention, as well as that of the soldiers.

“An ambush!” The man beside them cried, unsheathing his sword.

But it was too late. A bolas flew his way, the cord wrapping around his arms and the weights flying tight around him and knocking the sword from his hand.

Richard and Hyacinth turned to see the rest of their captors stumble to the ground in a similar fashion and imperial legionnaires emerge from the trees.

“Ulfric Stormcloak,” an older imperial with fine armor approached one of the larger brutes, eyeing him down.

“General Tullius,” the brute replied.

“General?” Hyacinth perked up. “Finally, someone of significance. Perhaps with my guidance, he can clear up this mess.”

Richard rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me, General!” Hyacinth held on to her feathered silk hat, jumped to her feet and hopped off the cart. “Thank you ever so much for your assistance! Seeing as my husband came unprepared, perhaps you could accompany us to Solitu—?”

A sword trust in front of her face froze her to the spot.

“Check the cart,” Tulius barked.

“Stolen goods, no doubt.” A legionnaire peeked beneath the tarp at the pile of luggage.

Hyacinth scoffed. “Well, if you do mind!”

The sword pressed against her neck.

It took several minutes of rather uncouth handling of their valuables before reporting to their superior that it was, ultimately, just some mismatch of kitch.

To that, Richard shrank into a somehow more compact size than normal beneath Hyacinth’s gaze.

“Most likely a plot to smuggle these Stormcloaks into Cyrodill.” Tullius shook his head. “Arrest them too.”

Hyacinth squawked at the sudden manhandling as the soldier tied her wrists together. “This is an outrage. A couple of our social standing? Accused of smuggling? If we were associated with the criminal world, surely it would be over white-collar crimes! You really think we would let these—these flea-ridden ruffians anywhere near my fine stationary, much less my walking daytime hats?? No offense.” She glanced aside at Ulfric Stormcloack.

“Ooh, nice!” He rolled his eyes, before the legionnaires promptly gagged him.

[medacarpyl]

Did I ever tell you guys I yassified General Tulius on accident. I installed hair replacers and NPC beautifiers for Skyrim and I ran into Tulius and he had a surfer boy haircut. I'm installing skimpy male default replacement armor mods as I type this, let's see how much I can yassify this man

[lathez]

Hi~The fics I’ve currently been reading or have recently read:

@nyarevar Vodahmin

Miraak/Konahrik

@sulphuricgrin Fate-Touched

Miraak/LDB

@oblivions-dawn Petrichor

Serana/LDB

@pinessydr Shreds

Morokei

@theultimatedisaster Old Wounds, New Destinies

General Tulius/LDB

Not to sound like a booktok girl but if you like spice of various extremes I rec anything by @againx6 , especially his most recent miraak fic (although I love his dragon fics 🤭)

Of course I recommend MY fics 😏 just kidding lmao 😭

By the way-!!! I'm looking to try and start reading other people's fics some more, so I'd love to know any of your (or others'!!!) TES fics that you want to recommend <3

[dovakhiindrabbles]

Tulius’s commanders after Rosalie Sr and Tulius become best friends after tormenting everyone for months with their fights

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Hot Take :)

[foulserpent]

if i was to do a fully in-character playthru of skyrim as solvej i couldnt do like half of the questlines bc she would be completely disinterested. llike shes focused on becoming a sorcerer warlord living god why the hell would she give a shit about your assassin cult/sewer club/mead hall

[what-even-is-thiss]

Serana is also quite literally a unique follower. She’s got unique lines of dialogue and unique behaviors. When not in combat she looks at stuff, sits down, uses tools, and leans on things. Stuff that regular followers don’t generally do. She can also refuse sometimes if you ask her to carry things or wait somewhere. When I was doing the civil war quest line talking to general tulius she leaned over the big desk at the same time he did, giving off the impression that she was mocking him. She also makes commentary about how different cities look the first time you bring her there. She thinks that Riften looks sad and Whiterun looks unusually open and spread out for example.

She’s still kind of stupid, as every other Skyrim ai is. She often runs into traps repeatedly for example. But for a Bethesda companion? She almost seems like her own person with her own life who just likes tagging along with you.

Usually I don’t like taking followers in Bethesda games because they are often more annoying than helpful and ruin the vibe when I wanna turn the volume on and listen to a cutscene.

Serana from the Dawnguard quest in Skyrim though? She’s got an actual personality and actually feels like a friend that’s adventuring with you rather than a walking distraction. So when I finished the dawnguard quest line I was like you know what? You were stuck in a cave for a thousand years. You need some more adventure. You’re coming with me to fight Alduin, bud. Strap up your vampire boots, we’re gonna go save the world. No other follower in any of these games ever made me feel like that.

Except for maybe the adoring fan in oblivion but he’s everyone’s favorite.

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General tulius' special reactions to the amulet of mara

As imagined by me.

Grumpy old bastard /aff

Before joining the legion

*no reaction*

>Are you intrested in me?

"?? Im intrested in you joining the legion"

After joining the legion

*No reaction*

>Are you interested in me?

*if youve asked before* "Why do you keep asking me that, *current legion rank*?"

*If you havnt asked before* "thats... not an appropriate question for your superior."

After winning the war

>Are you interested in me?

*If you havnt asked before* "Ha. Well, i certainly find you interesting, Legate."

>Im intrested in you.

"Oh- I *ahem* I see. Well im.. certainly flattered, but im afraid I'll have to decline. No hard feelings"

>Are you interested in me

*If you asked before* "You sure are a persistent one, arent you? Why are you asking anyway?"

>Im wearing Maras amulet...

"Yes, that you are. Should that mean somthing to me?"

>Nevermind. *ends conversation*

>Its a custom in skyrim that initiates marriage.

"Marriage? You've... been wanting to marry me this whole time? Legate, I... Well im sorry I didnt realize sooner. So thats... Us, then? Youd like to be wed?"

>I would.

"Well, i suppose thats that then. I, ah... Thank you. For your persistence. I look forward to our life together."

>No.

"*Confused and vaugly amused laughter* Then why did you keep asking?"

If you come back after rejecting him.

"Still wearing that amulet of mara, huh?"

>Interested?

"Changed your mind, then? Ill admit, my own feelings have not changed. Have yours?"

>Yes *same dialog as first scenario*

>No.

"Right."

If you abandon the wedding

"I will never understand it here."

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Rufus as the Dragonborn Headcanons

Yes, this Rufus.

In my HC, Rufus is the son of Ulfric Stormcloak for max angst and max comedy. And some irony.

Rufus joined the war because he was mad that nobody took the jarl's lazy kid seriously. He soon realized WHY nobody took him seriously after their first skirmish. He's now only allowed to use a wooden training sword.

Back in Helgen, General Tulius didn't want to execute a kid, but by golly he was beginning to contemplate it the more this kid kept yapping about kicking his ass.

His doll is a replica of his mother, who he hasn't seen since infancy.

During the dragon attack, he gets separated from his father, wandering around the towns and wilderness, getting into trouble with a gang of beautiful witches.

Ulfric is too busy with the war, so it ends up being Rufus's estranged mother who tracks him down and rescues him.

He manages to warn Jarl Balgruuf about the dragons, when he cares to remember. Balgruuf ends up not being fond of Rufus for immediately picking fights with his own kids.

Rufus follows the guards to the west tower to watch them fight the dragon--he immediately realizes he's over his head. Miraculously, they manage to slay the beast and a relieved Rufus decides to take a piss in a bush now that the coast is clear. That's the moment he absorbs his first dragon soul. The young dragonborn is first discovered wailing with his trousers around his ankles.

The 7000 steps are just an absolute treat for Rufus's companions to listen to him, I'll tell you hwat.

Rufus gets so enthusiastic with Unrelenting Force that the Greybeards have to beat his ass after getting thrown against the wall one too many times.

Rufus has never been to our world to experience the taste of Flaming Hot Limon Doritos, but that's exactly what dragon souls taste like. He's so addicted to the flavor that he contemplates killing Paarthunax when the Blades give that "order." Don't worry, his companions talk him out of it.

Alduin tastes more like stale spicy Cheetos.

He's not an advanced mage by any means. But he can shoot quite the flame spell. And he's a pyromaniac.

He fails so badly at stealing Madesi's ring that he manages to get Brynjolf arrested.

He's only half nord, but he likes to try running around shirtless in 0 degree weather and pretend it doesn't bother him. Much to the ire of his mother every time he gets sick from it.

He does not hesitate for a single second when a pretty vampire girl offers to turn him so he can journey into the soul cairn with her. His mother is furious when she finds out.

Rufus may engage in teabagging Miraak's corpse at the end of Dragonborn like it's a Halo match.

((I might come up with more, who knows))