hand on my stupid heart

i'll have a double cheeseburg while you're at it infrequent artist, sporadic writer, heinrix enjoyer

[amasec]

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leonard he/him artist, writer, shitposter, nuisance 18+

LINKS:

creative: my art • my writing ocs: runa • ambrose external: bluesky • ao3

fic:

Series: The Interrogator and the Consigliere

Fandom: Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader Words: 129,122 Current Works: 7 Summary: She was the consigliere of the infamous Scintillan Rinkhals. He is—or, was—an Interrogator of the esteemed Ordo Xenos. A collection of Heinrix/Rogue Trader oneshots and longer fics, featuring Runa, a voidborn smuggling captain turned Rogue Trader, and Heinrix, Inquisitorial Interrogator turned Master of Whispers.

Longfic: Fear Like a Flame (What's Happening to Me?)

A joint venture with my beloved co-conspirators @alittlelevity, @thelittlewolverine & @infernaldaydreams 🩶 Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Words: 25,257 Current chapters: 7 Summary: Four tieflings survive a nautiloid crash that will come to be infamous across the Heartlands, scattered across a beach. When they come together, their primary goal is to survive their so-called ocular occupants—but as their journey takes them into ever deeper dark, it becomes increasingly apparent that their lives have been intertwined for far longer than the illithid ship's ill-fated voyage. The battle to make it to Baldur's Gate will see hearts scarred and mended; minds excavated; shadows drawn to the fore, whether for better or worse. In time, they must ask and answer: what power is worth chasing? Which things are worth having, and which are better off lost?

commissioned art:

↳ The Interrogator & the Consigliere by @zecarnevilcat ↳ Regicide by @infernaldaydreams ↳ Runa bust by @kredous ↳ Magnae Accessio by @thornb4ck ↳ After Eufrates II by @misscoet ↳ Runa headshot by @arcandoria ↳ Runa portrait by @rinaobol

[zecarnevilcat]

Heinrix and Venria

Commission work for the lovely @cawyden-gaming of Heinrix and her RT Venria, from her fic Immortalium Suggestive work is incredibly fun to make :D Censored version available on (newly made) bsky !🦋

[wideopenribs]

fucking the torture man to get more torture. or something idk

drawing embarassing oc x canon slop to keep myself sane while im toiling in the thesis mines

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

WIP (Almost) Wednesday

Thank you to the wonderful @tanuco @cawyden-gaming and @amadicah for the tags! ❤️

We are back in the building, chat! Almost done with the next Mongrel Hearts chapter! This chapter has taken so long I've totally psyched myself out over it. It's been a long few months, guys.

Heinrix clenched his fists, bracing himself for the sarcastic remark that was no doubt coming. Something about being forced to biomance Visenya into unconsciousness in order to keep her from running off in the direction of the nearest hazard. He could feel himself already bristling at the forthcoming objection—frustration beginning to stew quicker than normal in his fatigued state.

Why was it always like this with her?

A touch at his hand caused him to flinch away in surprise, and yet Visenya held fast as she slipped her fingers between his own so they were palm-to-palm—his fist broken by the unexpected softness of the gesture. Heinrix froze, uncertainty rooting him to the spot like an animal trapped between fight or flee as he watched the Lord Captain with wide eyes.

Visenya looked up at him and a dozen protests jammed in his throat, suppressed by the closeness of her and the way her thumb brushed along the back of his hand—gentle but with a reassuring pressure that sent a shiver up his arm.

Gently tagging @ashleeabutton @lucheiah @amasec @gingerfan24 @roguelioness @redstairs @aseariel-ocs and anyone else who has something they'd like to share, this is an open tag!

[anovqart]

my lord captain

[margelmargaret]

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[tartrazeen]

[natchart]

Gotthard von Valancius for @doloresinferni

He did some nasty heresy and now he is happy 😈

[amadicah]

WIP - thanks so much @amasec @totem-sloth and @redstairs <3 and I’m tagging you all back - (I’m sorry I couldn’t reply sooner, was traveling and didn’t have the time or energy to draw or interact with social media)

But now I’m back to normal life once again. How I missed drawing!

Last Friday I discovered a challenge in an art community I sometimes participate, the theme was “samurai + flower”, so I decided to draw my rt and Marazhai. I will elaborate more about the meanings when I post the finalized drawing. For now I have this:

And also a cute Pasqal:

Poking @so1arsal @ravelsquadespresso @fourraccoonsinacoat @adarlingmess @raynhoro @mournfulwizard @elimenise @sasamekuh (but no pressure <3)

[ultra-baklan-the-ovosh]

[skarchomp]

advertising lemonade is pointless. the human body already knows it needs it

[minotauri]

thinking about the many ways in which my ocs will fuck nasty

[ionjuno]

Not funny. Didn't happen.

[amasec]

The Derelict and the Negligent / Chapter 4

Summary: Runa discovers a secret that the Interrogator has been harbouring his entire life.

🕯️ Read on Ao3 🕯️

These two are still on the Black Ship which means they're still having the most miserable time (Heinrix especially). One of my favourite hobbies is putting the blorbos through the meat grinder when real life gets difficult 🤠

snip snip below ↓

“Lie to me again, and I’ll be forced to come down there and check personally.”

A faint, breathless sound was returned over the comm—almost a laugh, cut short.

“My left arm is… compromised,” he admitted. “Possibly fractured. Several lacerations. Minor blood loss.”

“Minor,” she repeated flatly.

“Yes.”

Another groan cracked through the silent ship. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Runa began to move again, heels of solid steel clunking an apprehensive path along the earlier section of plasteel grating. He was alive, at least.

The corridor’s lumens flickered to the dead ship’s arrhythmic pulse. With each burst of pale light, more of the ship’s decay was revealed—melted cabling, flayed plating, a smear of something dark upon the wall that she could’ve sworn wasn’t there earlier.

“Any internal injuries?” she pressed.

“No.”

Too fast. Runa’s eyes narrowed.

“Heinrix.”

“I remain operational,” he cut in sharply.

A difficult pause hung between them. Then, softer, as if he hadn’t intended on such severity, “Runa.”

She tried not to think about how her name sounded in his voice, within this new quiet.

[thornb4ck]

another drukhari bc. im obsessed right now. drazaq's second in command at the incubi shrine!! his name is Armashar and he's an Asshole (but very good at his job).

[sanzosin]

For @fourraccoonsinacoat HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have a fantastic day! Have this shirtless man looking at (most deff) your RT and loosing his mind( and shirt) about it xD

[amasec]

The Derelict and the Negligent / Chapter 4

Summary: Runa discovers a secret that the Interrogator has been harbouring his entire life.

🕯️ Read on Ao3 🕯️

These two are still on the Black Ship which means they're still having the most miserable time (Heinrix especially). One of my favourite hobbies is putting the blorbos through the meat grinder when real life gets difficult 🤠

snip snip below ↓

“Lie to me again, and I’ll be forced to come down there and check personally.”

A faint, breathless sound was returned over the comm—almost a laugh, cut short.

“My left arm is… compromised,” he admitted. “Possibly fractured. Several lacerations. Minor blood loss.”

“Minor,” she repeated flatly.

“Yes.”

Another groan cracked through the silent ship. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Runa began to move again, heels of solid steel clunking an apprehensive path along the earlier section of plasteel grating. He was alive, at least.

The corridor’s lumens flickered to the dead ship’s arrhythmic pulse. With each burst of pale light, more of the ship’s decay was revealed—melted cabling, flayed plating, a smear of something dark upon the wall that she could’ve sworn wasn’t there earlier.

“Any internal injuries?” she pressed.

“No.”

Too fast. Runa’s eyes narrowed.

“Heinrix.”

“I remain operational,” he cut in sharply.

A difficult pause hung between them. Then, softer, as if he hadn’t intended on such severity, “Runa.”

She tried not to think about how her name sounded in his voice, within this new quiet.