Vulkan @ Rytmikorjaamo
07.03.2026

Here’s some primarchs as the mold dough trio

🌋🇨🇿 Канлаон найбільший вулкан Філіппін і він на межі виверження.

Він кілька днів жахає місцевих жителів стовпами диму, які здіймалися в небо на багато кілометрів.

У регіоні введено підвищений рівень тривоги, адже цей вулкан може бути дуже небезпечним. Наприклад, минулого року під час виверження довелося скасувати заняття у школах – все було покрите попелом.

📸: фото з соцмереж

Tiny Voxels Raymarched into a Rasterized Cube Bounding Box using C and Vulkan.

Vulkan API save me.

I was told this the other day and I was like ‘HAVE I BEEN SPELLING IT WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME?!

I did correct his thing, but I guess older reblogs still have the wrong spelling 😫

colour scheme: 8/10. The green could be a bit darker but the flame motifs / lava patterns look cool as fuck. I also love the giant salamander pelts / skulls they sometimes have.

lore: 10/10, love their kindness and self-sacrificing tendencies. also the pyromania and the branding / funeral practices. they go all out and they are metal as fuck. also: some really cool successor chapters.

primarch: 10/10, my precious blorbo. beautiful fiery man. I have a weakness for gentle giant types and I love that he’s still a dragon. he can be destructive when he gets angry.

🔞 Vulkan x fem reader cause its been a week

I’m not even gonna attempt to post the full thing here sorryyyy It is here

Vulkan 1.4.340

Vulkan 1.4.340 получил новое расширение для улучшения производительности DirectX на Linux.

Hot single fathers in your area.

Finished.

I don’t really know why I draw, not being an artist, but sometimes writing takes a long time, and I want to take some drama right now

Like in the nostril

In my fics I often use poetry as epigraphs and simply to set the mood.
The official poet for my Dragon’s Gold is Lorca

I found intersting english translation of the poem that inspired me

You’ll never understand the love for you I feel,
long-slumbering boy, as on my breast you lie.
I’ll hide you while I weep. The lynch-mob in full cry
has voices harsh as violating steel.

Mob rule provokes the stars to tremble and my flesh to quake.
Its rage is with us in the room. It hurts me in the chest.
Bird in my hand, with shouts and threats they’ve tracked us to our nest.
The wings of your proud spirit will be bitten when you wake.

They’re out there, through the window, jostling in Gethsemane.
Your body and my torment are the sights they’ve come to see.
They ride white horses with green manes.

Sleep on, beloved. Do you hear? My blood maintains
a kind of broken rhythm underneath rough music from the violins.
They lie in wait, the violators. Soon the agony begins.

found it here

original

El amor duerme en el pecho del poeta — Federico García Lorca

Tú nunca entenderás lo que te quiero
porque duermes en mí y estás dormido.
Yo te oculto llorando, perseguido
por una voz de penetrante acero.

   Norma que agita igual carne y lucero
traspasa ya mi pecho dolorido
y las turbias palabras han mordido
las alas de tu espíritu severo.

   Grupo de gente salta en los jardines
esperando tu cuerpo y mi agonía
en caballos de luz y verdes crines.

   Pero sigue durmiendo, vida mía.
¡Oye mi sangre rota en los violines!
¡Mira que nos acechan todavía!

Some sad and bitter things about Vulkan in Ashes of the Imperiun, Chris Wright.

He`s so broken and tired

“My gift – or my curse – has made me both valuable and
dispensable. Never was I asked for my counsel, only for my service.” - the most painful part for me because it`s true for all the pre-heresy timeline.

This was not a large operation – little more, Prayto suspected, than a
minimal escort for the primarch. Vulkan had never been one to stand on ceremony, even before the disaster.

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The primarch, up close, was a study in contrasts. On the one hand, he had that aura of invincibility that all his brothers possessed – the sense that they were carved from granite, fuelled by reactors, bound up by layers of fate that wrapped them as tight as embalming linen. Vulkan had always been one of the most physically imposing of them – tall, broad, his features heavy and his demeanour unerringly solid. Now, though, something seemed to have broken. Prayto knew a little of the torments he had endured during the Siege. He also remembered how Vulkan had appeared on Macragge during the heady days of his master’s rival empire – maddened, almost feral, an elemental force sustained more by arcane magicks than by mortal will. That all left its mark. Here, under Terra’s unforgiving grey sunlight, Vulkan’s face was ragged and time-worn. His armour, once perhaps the finest of any primarch’s, was dull and criss-crossed with welding lines. Though he was just as tall as before, just as broad-shouldered, he somehow seemed emptier, as if the furnaces within him were cooler and ash-choked.
Perhaps it was the retreat of the gifts. Perhaps all of his kin would be affected by that great ebbing.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Vulkan’s most famous ability of all would no longer answer, and in this new world of hard-edged laws his life was as much at risk from ending as Prayto’s own.

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‘Do not dare, Ultramarine.’ The change in tone was startling – a sudden descent back into the old fury. ‘Do not dare tell me what I must think or not think about what he wants. I have long been an instrument of others. You know it yourself. My gift – or my curse – has made me both valuable and dispensable. Never was I asked for my counsel, only for my service. This is no change.

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‘And yet all I wish to do now,’ he said eventually, deliberately, ‘is to hurt them. To punish them. To make them suffer.’ His voice was so very, very bleak. ‘I never felt that before. Not after Isstvan. That
was war, albeit of the worst kind. What they did after that, what they will do if they survive this… It is not war. It is nothing. They are a disease. Eradication is all they warrant.’ He gazed up, staring out
into the turbulent sky. ‘So what if that damns us? So what if the Imperium does not survive it? My father believes in the law. Does He speak to us of it still? No one can tell me yet. So we must determine it now. And I came here to kill them. I saw Hatay-Antakya. I saw Umana, I saw Galahave and I saw this place. And all it did was poison my soul a little more each time.’
He turned back to Prayto. The savagery was back in his eyes.
‘Roboute will not wish to hear that,’ Vulkan said. ‘He will wish to listen to counsel of reconstruction. So why does he want me there? This is all I have to say. Perhaps better to stay out here.

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‘He wishes to hear all views,’ Prayto said patiently.
‘Even those set against his own?’
‘So that the mistakes of the past are not repeated. So that there are no more secrets between brothers.’
Vulkan smiled again, this time more cynically. ‘That’s what he told you, anyway. Perhaps he has a purpose even you are unaware of.’ Then he sighed deeply. ‘But he knows I will return. He would not
have sent you if there was any possibility of failure. That’s his political judgement – the best of all of us.

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‘You wanted me here,’ said Vulkan. ‘So I listened to everything you said. Carefully. And perhaps, had I not gone into the wastes to see what was done there, I might even have agreed with you. But I think
we all know what this enemy is now. We are not fighting xenos, who are no better than animals – these were our people, given every gift, who have made themselves lower than vermin. They cannot
be allowed to endure. Nothing else matters.’
Prayto remembered the blood on the dust, the weeping of the traitors, the clenched, dark fists. He remembered how good, briefly, it had felt to fight alongside that titan. Yes. Yes, there was justice in that.

yesssss girl process those vulkan shaders ur so good at this

How much each primarch likes sweets

Lion: secretly enjoys a treat from time to time

Fulgrim: eats at least one sweet thing a day, usually dessert

Perturabo: rarely eats anything sugary unless it happens to be in his nutrient paste

Jaghatai: doesn’t usually have sweets, but will if it’s one of his favourites

Leman: unless you count mead, then no, he prefers savory foods

Dorn: measures his sugar intake very carefully to make sure he stays within his daily amounts

Konrad: didn’t have sweets growing up, so he’s sensitive to high amounts of sugar now

Sanguinius: will eat a whole tray of his favourite sweets if left alone

Ferrus: not unless it’s the only thing available to eat, and he’s starving

Angron: doesn’t like sugary things, finds them disgusting

Guilliman: enjoys something sweet from time to time but doesn’t often seek it out

Mortarion: says he dislikes sweets, but If he had access to unlimited amounts of sugar, he would quickly develop an addiction

Magnus: has a sweet tooth, he used to steal sweets from off trays as a kid.

Horus: he can’t say no to sweet bread and honestly will eat multiple loaves if given the chance

Lorgar: views sweets as a rare indulgence, so he limits himself to rarely have them

Vulkan: has a weakness for home baked sweets, especially if given as a gift, he will eat them all in one sitting

Corvus: will partake if he’s offered something sweet, but he’s not really big on desserts

Alpharius: has stolen desserts on numerous occasions during missions

I tried drawing Vulkan

pencils + metallic pens + felt tip pens + bit of fucking around in paint.net after scanning to make the colourful bits stand out more

what if. Vulkan in Skyrim

he needs some armour and weapons. hope the Warhammer armour mod I downloaded actually works (and has something for him). otherwise I’ll give him dragonbone everything or some green stuff from the 600 armour mods I have XD

this is the darkest I could get him to be but the lava crack tattoos look pretty nice

May I ask why this very specific image of Guilliman kissing his data-slate while keeping eye contact with Vulkan for no reason is not leaving my head? Anyone?

“The Wolves kept asking for my hearth. Now I can see why,” said Roboute, finding solace in Vulkan’s burning eyes and warm body heat.

One sentence (or two) I wanted to see in Secundus AU where Vulkan actually lived. ; _ ;