✊🏻🟨📏📐👷🏻♂️ Rogal Dorn, known as "The Vigilant", the "Praetorian of Terra" and the "Unyielding One", and to his gene-sons by the "wall-name" of "Defiance", was the primarch of the Imperial Fists Space Marine Legion created from his genome, and one of the greatest heroes in the history of the Imperium of Man. — Wiki
Dorn Also gets two paintings, Fight me, One formal and Fancy and militar and The Other in the same Space and clouthing, but relaxed, sweaty, slightly dirty and much more happy, because he is playing with LEG— BULDING STUFF with his own hands, and he deserves to be happy. Deserved? Deserves? GW IS HE ALIVE?????
He was Also One of The most GODDMAN AUTISTIC PRIMARCHS (they all seem to be a bit up there in the head and Thats Why They're great) who was famous for being better than Perturabo and for being The Father of The Black Templars, what is... Very Weird and to me that still look like Dark Angels—
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These are 2250x3000 digital drawings done over pencil sketches etc etc Ibis Paint, Photoshop,
To make These drawings two drawings of Dorn, and The doodles, I used many suggestions from people on Instagram, about How to dress him, what he should be doing, etc. I sketched looking at PLENTY of references for the poses, for WWI style fashion, trenchcoats, muscular Man, Other Rogal Dorn Fanart, official Warhammer Art, etc etc, so many goodman art I can't even make fit right on a reference sheet— Never assume a drawing comes 100% out of my Head, I couldn't have Made It without the work of Many artists before and from Dorn's Fans who know him much better than me;
With Konrard being raised on world without light, pure blackness 24/7 i just can assume that the idea and sight of what was supposed to be his original homeworld, before being launched off to what basicaly is Gotham in the space, having a source of light even on the night was just pure and agonizing irony.
The concept behind this cames from the wholesome (let me dream) bonding moment between Fulgrim and Korard, after the Emperor designated Fulgrim to help his brother with his incorporation to the Emperium.
Hours later of the arrival to Terra and post serious discussions about the importance of personal hygiene Fulgrim finally suceeded to bath Konrard.
Being aware the nostramans sensitivities from the light he orders to arrange a room with dark curtains and less windows than it's usual for what is a stance on the Emperor Childrens section. Exept for the esplendous balcony that provides a view of the sky of Terra fractionated just for the silhouettes of the city needles were just the most important and prestiged politicians of the Empirium could have been.
And now Korard stands on a room thats not his, in a bright world that just remembers from past visions, besides a self-proclamed father and surrounded by frangances that are unknown for him, which for the first time it isn't blood.
Now just waits, wait for his also shining brother whom he listens talking across the corridor, probably preparing his next cleaning step aimed to his hair, Konrard doesn't cares. Just let the time flow by looking at the moon in silence, quiet. Maybe too quiet.
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Btw my fried told me I get him too much tities, I'm going to play blind
Fic idea where Vulkan has been found after being tortured for the umpteenth time, taken in by Guilliman to recover and is cared for by reader(or OC ofc) I'm picturing a "they fell first but he fell harder" type thing, because this poor dragon boy has NOT felt a caring touch or the gaze of someone kind since... ever. Maybe our Y/n or OC likes to dabble in crafts (wire wrapping, carving, etc) and they have a moment of bonding through it, idk.
Maybe all fluff, all smut [Vulkan just cant take care of himself :( he needs a bit of more personalized assistance] or [he recovers and after months of torment goes to find reader for some relief], some angst [reader/oc gets in trouble and he cant help], idk go nuts(theres next to no fics with my favorite dragon man and im Starving)
Taking Care of a Dragon
Vulkan x Gn! Reader
MDNI
W: Mentions of torture, injuries, recovery, fluff, smut
There were many things Vulkan could cope with. Injuries from forging a new weapon, accidents from training or sparring, wounds from battles well fought. He could deal with most of the things the world threw at him, after all, he was forged for such a purpose, and yet, after spending Emperor knows how long being tortured, he had enough. He didn’t know what the voices around him were doing, he only knew he was final free from it and he was being taken to Maccragge. When he awoke, he thought he had been left alone in a private chamber. He tried moving, his body burning in the process and begging him to stay still. That still didn't stop him from trying to leave his bed, only to feel what was a small pressure on his chest.
"My lord, please. You must stay put. Your injuries are severe and we must keep them clean." You urged him to stay still, and alas, he did. Vulkan lay still in his cot. His eyes barely opened, struggling to fully take in your image.
You were a vision. He thought for a moment that he had truly died and met Angel as you shushed him and began cleaning his dampened sweat-covered skin with a a wet towel. He grabbed your hand, small in comparison to his own, and began to caress it in a tender circling motion
“An angel has been bestowed upon me.”
“No, my lord, you’re hallucinating." You insisted but it did nothing to make the heated feeling in your face ease. You were touching a Primarch, a god made into flesh and he had just proclaimed you to be just as holy. It made your stomach knot with anxiety. If he was making such proclamations it meant his injuries had to have been more severe than what you initially thought.
“My lord, I will fetch the apothecary so they may run a more thorough diagnostic.” You gathered your things and began leaving the chambers before being followed out by the voice of the Primarch.
“Please make sure to come back, if you can.” With that, you left the chambers, leaving Vulkan by himself. His eyes began to close as the medication you had administered began to work. His eyes closed once again, not knowing where he would end up.
When he awoke, he was greeted by your face, staring at him, all worried. You had a damp towel in your hand and a bucket by your side. You were cleaning him.
"My lord. You're awake. This is stupendous. I'll inform the apothecary." You were about to get up and run out, but was stopped by his hand wrapping around your arm.
His touch was gentle but warm, like he was a furnace burning with a hidden flame under his skin. You didn't dare move away or move closer. Whatever this living god wanted, you would do. You had to. You wanted to.
"Please stay." He begged. His eyes burned into you. A sorrow that you never thought possible was present in them.
"As you wish." You sat down again, your hand not moving from your arm as you did. You placed your hand on his own, rubbing it in gentle strokes.
"What's your name?" He asked. His voice was soft, almost meek.
"Does it matter to you? Will it bring you comfort?" You asked.
"My angel must have a name." He said, amused.
You told him your name. A heat began to rise in you as he smiled and mentioned how beautiful it was. This was the start of it. The beginning of it all.
As he recovered, he sought you out. You became his constant, his other half. His sons, his medical team, even his brothers, knew that you were his and he was wholly yours. All yours.
You ate together whenever he requested. You watched him carve into wood and were gifted the figures he created. You joined him as he forged weapons for his sons, watched how much care and love he poured into them, and how proud he was when they came out perfect.
You became so present in his life that you began to visit his chambers late at night. Soft touches, soft whispers, gentle hands. It all became more and more personal, more intense.
One night, after your usual visit, Vulkan begged you to stay with him. He wanted you close, wanted to make sure you rested well. You agreed and made yourself comfortable in his bed, in his arms. He groaned as you placed your head on his chest and took in his scent. There was something oddly unnatural to him, and yet he smelled human. Smokey, metallic, but with an amber scent.
You whispered to him, asking him what he would like to dream of. He smiled down at you and told you he didn't dream.
"Everyone dreams, Vulkan. Even gods." You whispered. You thought he didn't hear you at first, deciding to ignore you and just close his eyes.
"If that's the case, I wish to dream of a life with you, lived out in the vast beauty of a land fertile and clear of malice. Somewhere where you and my sons can all be free from the burdens this world has given you." He responded.
"And you? Are you free of burdens there too?" You asked.
"My only burden would be loving you, but that's no burden at all." He kissed the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you. Same and warm. You lay on top of your dragon.
You were such a strange presence. Kind, Loving, lack of worry when it came to your free time. It was almost laughable at how easy you took the days, for granted perhaps? And yet, there was something on you that never ceased to amaze him.
How you met wasn’t special, just another child of a merchant family, but one whose name wasn’t well known, how strange. Perhaps you just liked your privacy, he did too.
And how your relationship began? Well, He would have to admit that being the one to be courted was not on his plans. To be fair, He considered ignoring it, expecting you to go away or just let it pass, scaring you off even, thinking of it as a simple whim for you.
Or —justified so— believing you were in the search for some of the privilege the Primarchs offered.
It took weeks, months, almost 2 entire years for you to finally get the answer you wanted: a chance. A date.
Just to get it over with, to show you that being determined does not mean you get anything and flattery won’t get you anywhere.
Oh how wrong(?) He was.
You prepared everything: when, where, the food, the drinks; the well atmosphere where the son of the emperor felt so conflicted and at peace it was surreal.
Perhaps you were a psyker, there was no other explanation of why you would be so successful at making everything of his liking.
Time went on, and the same years he’s been avoiding you, now were reflected on how long you’ve been together.
Recently given the bless of the Empero himself to union your lives in marriage.
Even now, when the humanity it’s at its peak, when the wars are won like games and the power of the Imperium grows. When he can finally call your name with softness or a grunt of trust, the question still lingers in the back on his mind: why?
Each time He ask, each time you give a different answer, so simple and mundane it becomes irritating.
Fine then, keep your secrets! You’re already too deep into this to back done now!
Yes, after everything you’ve been through, you took down his walls brick by brick; as you saw him on his most and his less human times.
You stood by every challenge or danger by his side.
You learned and began to love him, while He had accepted your love.
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But oh, you did have hidden intentions, didn’t you? you just never hide it in the first place.
In reality you did said what you were truly after, but the way that you said it the first time made it sound like such a jest that your now darling lover did not believed it!
Well that was his problem. You promised honesty and you gave it.
Saying it like that made you sound cold, so think of it like this: you arrived for copper and found gold instead!
The plate in front of you became spotless, another great feast! It did not matter to you that this was the 3th time you’ve eaten this delicacy this week.
You just never get tired of it.
You did feel bad that you couldn’t enjoy it with your man, as the crusade kept him away from you. But as soon as they returned? You already added the dish into the menu to celebrate!
Yes, you didn’t want power.
Being the secret child of a family that didn’t love you made you enjoy the little things in life. Find happiness on everything you could, specially food.
All you ever wanted? The recipe of such delicious dish that you tasted on one of the Imperial parties that you managed to attend.
It was so good, you became addicted.
Imagine your shock when you discovered that, even with your high status, that specific dish was only saved for the presence of such figures as the Emperor or his sons.
So… to taste that flavor for the rest of your life? Easy.
Marry into the family!
That you thought and did!
Now, you stood satisfied and in the waiting for the return of your love. Leaving your gray days behind and now adding some color, no matter the shade, you just knew that a good meal and big man were just what you needed.
Call it simple, silly or ridiculous, you did not care.
It was a Win-win!
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Hi everyone, this was based on a tiktok that narrated a post that gave me the idea!
From: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSUbrbaQW/
I tried to look for the account but I couldn’t find it, so credit to the person that shared that experience!
Wish i had more energy to draw more stuff and more polished, but in the meantime xD Here some sketchbook pages, mostly about 40k + a design i'm working on for a medieval knight~
