The Concerned Commissar

Writer with way too many interests. Current hyper fixation is Warhammer 40k, The Emperor Protects!

[maggotknight]

inquisitorial duties

[ashleeabutton]

Current obsession and will be the theme for Prisca's Magnae Acessio

[spaghettihell]

Reblog to hug prev

Please

[ashleeabutton]

[ashleeabutton]

So I just hopped on to Darktide and was looking at the cosmetic shop when I see a fucking Ogryn giving me the most SMOULDERING BLUE STEEL. Like SIR, THIS IS AN INQUISITORIAL WENDYS

[velnat004]

Was tagged by @in-the-drowning-deep tysm cutie :3

WIP Wednesday Whenever

My creative juices are flowing straight through the Rogue Trader canal i fear 😭😭😭apologies to my DA mutuals in advance, its only gonna get worse </3

As for my Rogue Trader mutuals? y'all are lucky that Adalet has bewitched me body and soul 🥴😁😁😁so here ya go.......another photobash <3

tagging: @thedragonagelesbian @ashleeabutton @mocha-writes @vil-gereon @brother-genitivi @jean-dieu ((lmk if you want to be added or removed from the tag list, no pressure ^3^))

[ashleeabutton]

Thank you for the tag @velnat004 !!

Here is a snippet of something I was brainstorming earlier this week:

Beneath the pulsing lights, Heinrix held Prisca close, her gasps at his touch lost within the unrelenting bass reverberating through the club. Hidden away from the prying eyes of Dargonus' nobility, no one here knows or cares who they are, what they represent. Here they are no one. Here they can be together. At some point they lost the rythmn of the music and just held each other. Gently tracing her lips with his thumb, Heinrix finally pulled her into a slow, deep kiss. I love her. The thought appeared within him, unbidden, a simple truth. As the thought washed through him he felt his body ache in response. He ached for her, to be with her, to be held by her. Pulling away from her lips a moment, he stared at her, studying her rounded face, the long scar along her left eye, the tiny one at her lip. He studied her eyes, getting lost in them. "What is it?" Heinrix said nothing, just smiled as he traced the sides of her face. Slowly he pulled her into another kiss and offered his soul to her.

[thermidorvalkyrie]

Chapter 5 of The Corona County Murders is up!

Val doesn't realize it, but something weird is going on in La Pisada...

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ashleeabutton]

Bumping this fic again because it is just that good and deserves the love <3

[totem-sloth]

Might this be our last kiss, my love?

I will burn to ashes to keep you alive

[aquamarinemarie]

This must be what Yrliet sees whenever she steps onto the bridge to talk to the Rogue Trader.

[ashleeabutton]

Yo, the way Kibellah calls your triflin ass RT tf OUT after Commoragh when she's not in the party should be STUDIED.

Spoilers for Kibellah romance below the cut

Oh boy this going to be bad

🫣

Aaah, in my defense Jae was just a fun fling!

Eep!

Funny story about Solomorne...

Yeah, we should probably break this off now 😬

[atomeja]

glaito we need to lock in. no more distractions

[hellcheckers]

this came to me in a vision

very nsfw follow-ups here

[amasec]

snippet saturday

what doesn't kill you makes you weird about intimacy 🫡

He’s transfixed. The gentleman in him knows he ought to avert his eyes, but he indulges regardless, watching as the silk pools on the floor at her feet. She stands bare in the expanse of the room, flushed at her knees and elbows, adorned with freckles aplenty—like flecks of coal soot against storm clouds. Her pulse is insistent, and Heinrix can almost taste the eagerness of its rhythm. He doesn’t recall ever seeing her so vulnerable—at least, not in the waking world. His dreams—they’re different—rampant under the influence of biomancy and supplemented by memories of gloved hands against synskin. But this—? Gold sits flush against white-grey; the warmth of the sun after a rainstorm—a downpour he’s forever grateful to have been caught in. It catches him off guard—the ornate bands of gold that bracket her hips and her knees; the golden rings that adorn her nipples. Her skin is painted with scars both clean and jagged—a vast array of pink and silver. Commorragh. She’s leaner now, too, thanks to their visit to the Dark City. What she’s lost in muscle mass, she makes up for in scars and restored augments. Heinrix swallows down his anger; his guilt. It can wait. That isn’t the reason he’s here.

[thermidorvalkyrie]

Chapter 5 of The Corona County Murders is up!

Val doesn't realize it, but something weird is going on in La Pisada...

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[saraneth87]

Weekend WIP

‘Are you jealous?’ The question surprised him even as it came out of his mouth. ‘Would you care if I was?’ ‘Gwenllian,’ he admonished, hurt. ‘Why would I not-’ ‘No, I'm not jealous,’ she cut him off, her words clipped. ‘I'm annoyed that I have been shot at on the last night of my shore leave. I'm angry that your station has come between us, again. I'm insulted that you didn't think to tell me.’ There was a silence. ‘Are you going to return her to Dargonus?’ She sighed. ‘No, Heinrix. I'd rather keep the spy I know exists rather than have her replaced with one I do not know about.’ ‘She's not a spy, Gwen. No more than Achilleas was.’ ‘Are there more?’ ‘That even I don't know about?’ He chuckled, bitterly. ‘I don’t doubt it. There will be people assigned to watch Calcazar from far higher up within our organisation too. We're all puppets, of a sort.’ ‘Sounds like an awful way to live,’ she muttered. ‘We are all sinners and apostates in the God-Emperor's light,’ he reminded her, and she snorted. ‘Speak for yourself,’ she answered, and her hands moved to her neckline, to the aquila pendant tucked inside her dress that she had taken to wearing more and more since Commorragh. ‘Some of us are sinners and apostates to everyone around them, too.’ ‘You know I don't think that of you,’ he said, the words coming in a sudden rush. ‘Your loyalty to the Throne is purer than many I've known.’ ‘Feth me,’ she said in a surprised tone, meeting his gaze, ‘that's almost a compliment, Interrogator.’ ‘I have never found fault in your faith,’ he stated firmly, reaching out and gently tucking an errant curl behind her ear. ‘Your methods, however-’ She slapped at his hand with a chuckle, and Heinrix let some of the tension out of his spine with a long exhale. ‘What is this woman's problem, anyway?’

Show me what you're working on, if you want to!

[ashleeabutton]

Sneak peek of the next installment of His Divine Instruments !

In the distance, a high caliber shot rang out, the round glancing off the container edge, narrowly missing Argenta’s arm. Prisca hissed over the comm. “Get DOWN Argenta!”  Realizing her position was exposed, Argenta darted back to the tree line out of the sniper’s line of sight. Abelard went next, a round boring through the chest of a rebel wielding a power maul, crumpling them to the ground. The round cleared the first guard and struck the leg of another rebel behind them, dropping that rebel as well to one knee. Another rebel wielding a lasgun rushed to the aid of his wounded comrade, only to have his skull detonated by a round from Prisca’s rifle. The surviving rebels scattered out of range or behind cover, leaving their wounded companion behind to bleed out in the open.  Off in the distance, Prisca heard another high caliber shot ring out, the gunshot sounding similar to the whistling bullet that saved her in the Janus courtyard. Another high caliber round fire in response, Imperium standard - the rebel sniper. Prisca switched her vox line to Yrliets’. “Yrliet, what is your status?” There was a pause and Prisca wondered if they had lost the Aeldari already. A terse voice finally came over the comms. “Elantach, the sniper is wounded but not dead. Your kin appear to have some of your large mechanical battle slaves fighting along side them.” Prisca let out a string of curses before reactivating the comm. “Understood, keep that sniper busy, we will take care of the rest.” “As you command Elantach.” Prisca switched her vox line back to the main group channel. “Yrliet is still engaged with the sniper, but it looks like the rebels have at least one heavy combat servitor.  We need to keep the pressure up and draw that heat this way so she can handle the sniper.” Prisca surveyed the battlefield again, noting a ridge along their right leading to the top of a container. “Pasqal, Abelard, you are with me. We are going to hug that container on our right and see how many more we can pick off.  Argenta, go topside of that container to our right and see about harassing them with more of your grenades. Heinrix, you bring up the rear and defend our rear flank." “As you command, Lord Captain!" Prisca could hear the smile in Argenta’s voice as she got to her feet, taking another shot before she moved along the trees to distract the remaining rebels. Backs pressed against the cool metal of the container, Prisca could feel Heinrix close beside her, the reassuring smell of his cologne making her smile.  He was closer than he needed to be, should be, but Prisca found herself yearning for it all the same. To her left she heard a voice cry out, and turned in time to see one of the marksmen on top of a container drop to their knees, convulsing and felt a cool gust of air roll up her back. Turning her head slightly, she caught Heinrix’s icy eyes. “Thank you.” Heinrix said nothing and gave her a half smile, his eyes lost in the light of the Warp he commanded.

[darkchocola]

[ashleeabutton]

*still screaming* I love this so muchhhh ;__;

[lizah-aart]

She may be a heretic but she makes a mean matcha.

[ashleeabutton]

lol me floundering in my fight against Yremeryss