#char: Arsioly

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

FHIRFBJIV guys I'm sobbing over this HE LOOKS SO GOOD!! I'm even more in love with Arsioly than I already was,,, he's,,, he's my babyboy

This was a commission that @mangozic drew for me, he's so so talented and I'd absolutely recommend them <333

Also the image looks blurry for me sometimes but if you click on it it'll be better quality and the details are just uirvrvrb I've been staring at this since it was finished I can't get over how great it isssss

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

Prologue - Biting the Bullet

I've made a lot of changes to my prologue since first writing and posting it. You can find the original version here if you'd like to see how this has changed after about five months and three rewrites. I think it's stronger and makes more sense now, though that's not to say there won't be more changes in the final version.

Trigger warnings: public execution via stabbing, mention of homophobia, graphic death

Basked in the orange light of the setting sun, a boy stood and witnessed his third execution. Most didn't see that many in their entire lives, much less when they were barely encroaching into adulthood, but it was different for him. His attendance was required. At least this one was more interesting than the others; it was a public execution, performed in the dusky light of Nyazhchau's snowy city square, with a crowd watching. The others had been secluded and clinical. He supposed that serial insubordination and homosexuality were lesser crimes that didn't require such a spectacle as this. The rough voice of Colonel Rasily Shir-Takya echoed out over the crowd, drowning out the panting of the young rebel who kneeled, bound and beaten, at his feet. "It is the divine right of Emperor Vahesy to rule over these lands. All those who oppose him will be punished!" His tail lashed as he shouted. The boy's pointed ears pricked, and he held his breath as the Colonel sent a paw into the rebel girl's face. Drops of blood from her nose splattered onto the ground, glittering in the low light. But she didn't cry or scream in pain, much to the spectating boy's amazement. She only spat a mouthful of blood at the snow beneath her and panted. There was a frightened whimper from the boy's friend beside him, a tightening of a small, bony hand around his bicep, a frightened pressing back of bent-tipped ears. The Colonel's hits rained down on the rebel. The boy's chest felt too tight and too full at the same time, contorted with a mix of fear and pride. He couldn't help but admire the brutality. The way each strike hit easily despite the girl's thrashing; the way Rasily remained unfazed by the curses she hissed at him; his unflinching gaze even as freckles of blood clung to the white fur of his legs and the fabric of his uniform shorts. The soldier's movements were confident and bold as one hand grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched the rebel's head back to bare her throat, and the other drew a shining dagger from its place at his side. He brandished it for the crowd as he shouted, "Let this be an example to all of you! For the glory of the Emperor!" Rasily drove his blade deep into the spot between the girl's neck and shoulder. He yanked it back out and leaned to the side so the resulting spray of blood shot grotesquely over his shoulder instead of straight into his face, though some still dusted his right ear and cheek, startlingly red next to his blue eyes. He glared out at the crowd in a warning that was both silent and loud enough to send a shock straight into the watching boy's stomach. He avoided the gaze of the Colonel, his hand almost unconsciously finding its way into his pocket to thumb at the folded piece of paper inside it. By now, the deadly words it contained were burned into the back of his eyelids. Join the Rahaithian Army.

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[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

Writing share tag

Thanks for the tag, @cowboybrunch ! Convenient timing with this one, because I worked on my first draft for the first time in a while last night. And well, it is a first draft, but I do think what I wrote is helping make Virava a more distinct character.

When the group returned to camp, Liena greeted them immediately. They gave her the rundown. At least half of the talking was done by Arsioly. Virava almost expected him to whip out his little trophy, even though it'd probably get him an earful from Liena at best. That was the sort of thing the Emperor's Divine Army did when they managed to kill rebel soldiers, it was a shock that he'd done it. "Our cover was broken earlier than we expected," Arsioly said, referencing Tavery, who had been taken to the large- well, large for the RA's standards- medical tent. "But we handled it well. And if the cleanup team does their job, they'll bring us back a gun." Liena hummed and nodded, and then decided she'd heard enough. She dismissed the group, though most didn't leave the clearing, heading straight for the fire to receive their meals. Virava did so as well, and as she crouched down to eat and warm up by the fire, Liena walked over with her hands on her hips. "How was it?" the camp leader asked, squatting next to Virava, her pinecone-colored ponytail bobbing with the movement. The light caught on the silver strands that were starting to creep through the brown, like ivy overtaking a wall. Virava smiled, and it didn't reach her eyes. "Well… it was fine. Process was different than I remembered, but not in a bad way. We've gotten more careful." Liena hummed but didn't speak, probably trying to prompt a less impersonal answer. "Sibatol gave me a scare. He got lost between buildings, there was a moment where we couldn't find him." Liena seemed skeptical, and Virava couldn't say that, after thinking about it more, she quite believes he'd gotten lost in that little village either. "Ah… him. How did he do?" "About like I expected. He was real anxious going in," Virava sighed. "But I didn't really see him in action. I'll admit, I wasn't paying much attention to anything, the adrenaline had me. But he came out without a scratch, so I assume he did well." Liena nodded and moved to sit down on her hip. "That's good. I was worried about him." Virava made a noise that said the feeling was mutual. She'd been more than worried about Sibatol, especially in those moments where she didn't know where he was. She might have had a heart attack if something had happened to him. She couldn't handle another loss. Deciding to change the subject before the got too into her own head, she asked, "How are the other camp leaders doing?" "They're doing alright. Zhaik and Eila's camps have missions planned that will connect their territories, which is huge. We've decided we're going to focus on that- connecting camps, I mean. We want to close the gaps so that we can block off trade from Conalis to Kristalya, at least over land. Not much we can do about boats." "Smart. But I figure if I was Conalis and I suddenly had a group of ruffians blocking trade and losing me money, I'd be pretty pissed. Let's make sure to redirect traders to places where their merchandise will still be bought. We don't need more enemies, especially not ones that will leave us trapped between them." "We've already thought of that, yes, but thank you," Liena said, her eyes squinting with a bit of humor. Virava chuckled. "Just making sure." They were quiet then, each lost in their respective thoughts. Then Liena spoke again. "You know, that's the kind of thinking we look for in camp leaders." Virava rolled her eyes. This wasn't the first time Liena had propositioned her to try and get her to become a camp leader. Virava knew why, of course. She'd been with the rebellion since just after it started picking up a traction and becoming a real threat to the empire. She'd been here longer than most soldiers in the camp, and she had the skills to prove it. But that kind of responsibility just wasn't something Virava wanted. Her mistakes had gotten people hurt too many times to be interested in that. "Maybe it is." Liena understood that as a rejection of the idea and didn't speak on it further.

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff, @written-among-stars, and @abbyzwrites

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

. . . ˗ˏˋ Welcome to my blog!

Hello! My name is Vyuntspakhkite. You can call me Vyunt. My pronouns are it/its/he/him, and otherwise I like masculine terms.

I'm a minor, and while I don't mind interacting with adults, please don't interact with me if your blog is very NSFW-focused.

My books are all set in a low fantasy universe, but when it comes to reading, I'm open to most genres- feel free to hit me up with recommendations! Most of the characters I write are LGBTQ+, mentally ill, or both. My stories are mostly dark and gory and deal with heavy topics. I'll do my best to tag everything properly, but I might miss things, if you catch something I didn't add, just reach out and I'll add in the proper tags.

Now, I'll introduce my WIPs!

Folie à Deux - planning A prequel to The Burning of Nyazhchau, focusing mostly on Arsioly and Tanka, a guy who's trying to court him. I'll update this with a better summary soon!

The Burning of Nyazhchau - first draft A fantasy military story, centering around a group of soldiers as they fight for independence from the oppressive Kristalyc Empire. Arsioly, Virava, Sibatol, and Visralion, who are part of the same rebel fireteam, constantly have their worldviews challenged as they realize war isn't what they thought. You can learn more about this WIP by going to #wip: the burning of nyazhchau or about the characters using #char: >insert first name< .

The Proper Way to Break a Man - plotting A story about a prophet and queen called Rasiel, and her divinely appointed servants. I don't have a good summary to put here but I'll add one when I think of it, for now I'll just leave it with the intro linked. You can find more content for this WIP by searching #wip: tpwtbam or using #char: >insert first name< to find things about specific characters.

I also have a few other blogs! @vyunt-doodles - my art blog, mostly furry art. Mostly inactive as of right now. @vyunt-ramblings - my personal blog, mostly reblogs and political stuff I don't want on main, occasional life updates as well

And that's all for now, thank you for your time and have a good day!