#the ragebeast

[triscribe]

Chapter 3

“Laaaadies and gentlefolk, WELCOME to the Plaimik Pit, the biggest fighting ring in ALL the Borderlands!” A hundred voices cheered, as the announcer dipped into a low bow. “It is my great pleasure to open our first match of this evening, featuring a rivalry as old as Sarant itself! Hunter versus scavenger, claws against fangs, opponents who move faster than the average eye can follow: I give you, the Pale Huntress, against, the Ragebeast!”

Further shouts and cheers rang out, while down below, two of the several gates set into the fighting ring’s wall lifted upwards. From one, a small, wiry form immediately burst out, snapping and snarling and tearing up gashes in the sand. Across from him, a taller, more slender figure slowly stalked forward, hands and head perfectly still, though her silky tail swished from side to side.

“Aaand- BEGIN!”

The announcer’s final shout sent the felisapi girl sprinting forward, claws suddenly appearing from flexed fingers. Her ritikai opponent continued to snarl like a wild animal, crouched and waiting - only at the last moment, before she could pounce, did he suddenly spring aside, a thin sword flicking free of his woven belt. The felisapi spun mid leap to avoid taking a slash to her side, sneering when she landed.

What followed could only be described as a dance: a deadly, fast-paced series of steps and twists, as both combatants flowed through strike after dodge after leap. Spectators cheered each moment it seemed one would land a blow, only to boo as the other spun away. Those with wagers riding on the match shouted for their favored opponent to watch out or hurry up. Finally, when her rear paw slid a little too far on the sand, the felisapi didn’t lean quite far enough out of the path of her opponent’s blade.

“First blood to the Ragebeast!” The announcer bellowed, as a few smears of crimson decorated the arena floor. Frenzied by the successful hit, the ritikai launched into a rapid fire flurry of blows, bewildering to the eye. His enemy retreated, unwilling to risk further strikes to her arms by retaliating. Just when it seemed that the ritikai would back her into the wall, however, the felisapi dropped and spun, leg swiping up a haze of sand.

The ritikai coughed, blinked - and missed the kick that knocked both paws out from under him. In a split second, the felisapi jumped upright once more, seized her opponent’s hairless tail, and swung. Unsurprisingly, the headfirst collision with the wall knocked him out cold. Their audience erupted into gleeful shouts as his body fell limply to the ground, underscored by those who’d lost their wagers bemoaning the sudden turn of events. Calling out the final results, the announcer waved dismissively to the felisapi. She grabbed the ritikai’s tail once more, and dragged him through the victor’s gate.

Once they reached a point out of sight of the audience, the supposedly unconscious Amkyn opened his eyes and kicked half-heartedly at his captor. “That was cheating.”

“Was not,” she called back.

“We both agreed on not using our tails against one another!”

“Ah-ah, we both agreed no biting or pulling on each other’s tails,” the girl corrected, finally stopping to let him go. “You never said anything about swinging.”

Rolling onto his front with a groan, the ritikai slowly pushed himself upright, and pointed a single claw-tipped finger up at her face. “I do not like it when you play with words - there was an intent in our agreement, which you definitely broke.” They kept up matching scowls for a few moments, before the felisapi broke first. The moment her whiskers twitched, both of them broke down into giggles.

Only when a door opened further down the hallway did their laughter trail off. One of the fighters for the next match strode past, a burly borfen with scars visible even through her thick hide. “Tero. Raj.”

“Good luck, Jakis!”

“Hrmph.” The borfen paused long enough to pat each of them on the head. “I don’t need luck. Fifer’s agreed to go down after ten minutes.”

“Oh. Well, have fun, then!” A deep chuckle echoed through the hall as the grizzled gladiator walked on, leaving the pair of kids behind. Tero nudged Raj’s shoulder, and he followed her through the door. In the waiting room beyond, a burar girl only a few years their senior poked through the chest of medical supplies, bandages and goldroot salve already sitting out.

“Don’t think we’ll need any more than that, Ama,” Tero said, sauntering over. “He only landed a scratch on me!”

The burar hummed at her words, but didn’t pull back from the chest until she’d found a particular half-empty bottle, which she held out to Raj.

“Oh, no thanks, Ama,” the ritikai tried to protest. “My skull’s too thick to need that, honest.” Wide black eyes stared into his own, however, until he relented and accepted the strong painkiller. Raj only took a quick swallow, but it made Ama smile, and he let out a small sigh of relief even as he handed the bottle back.

Tero chatted away as she sat on the nearest bench, arm held steady for the burar to smear on healing salve and carefully wrap a linen bandage around the limb. Thankfully, her earlier words proved true, and the scratch didn’t need any further attention. Both gladiators thanked their friend, before heading out the far door and down another hallway. When they emerged outside the arena, midday light had faded to afternoon. Tero stretched, letting out a massive yawn. “Early dinner? We’ve got to be up at dawn tomorrow.”

“Yeah, alright.” Raj led the way down the hill, taking a footpath that looped behind the shop stalls and stores reserved for Arriv customers. Closer to Plaimik’s main gate, the path split, and he and Tero took the left-side route to the cooking pits.

A wizened quirren at the main serving table tsked when he saw Tero’s bandage, bushy tail flicking, but the old Amkyn didn’t say anything as he put together a bowl for each of them: two ladles of tuber stew, half a hunk of hare meat, and one bread roll hard enough to be a makeshift rock.

“Thanks, Iziin,” Tero called as she and her best friend stepped away. Another tsk followed, making her chuckle.

“Dinner of champions,” Raj huffed, dropped to sit on a cracked bench.

“We’re not old enough to be champions yet, we’re still opening acts.”

“Someday, Tero, someday,” the ritikai insisted, eyes growing distant. “And then we’ll be given our own hut instead of sleeping in general quarters, and we’ll get food from the Arriv kitchens-”

“And we’ll both have more scars than old Jakis,” Tero teased.

“Not with Ama around! Maybe by then she’ll be the top mender, too, so she won’t have to do regular chores on top of making medicine and fixing everyone up.”

“Mm, maybe. Now eat, idiot, I wanna go to bed soon.”

“Aw, did the big kitty-cat get tired running away from me- ouch!” Raj scowled when Tero yanked on his still-tender tail, and reached over to poke a claw into a gap between her wooden armor pieces. She jumped back with a yelp, almost spilling the stew from her bowl.

“Oi!” Iziin yelled at them from the serving table. “You kits knock it off! Don’t waste the dratted food!”

“Sorry!”

Trials of Youth Ch1

(...so. So far my attempts to get in a good headspace to finish this book's second draft have not gone well, which means it's time to take drastic action. Hence, sharing the first handful of chapters here, and seeing if my friends having someplace to screech and ask what's next will help)

Dawn bloomed.

In the southern plains, sitting near the very top of a cottonwood tree, a girl admired how light spread across the land, transforming everything by simple use of illumination. When enough time had passed that she could see her surroundings clearly, the fourteen year old turned and looked down.

“Fren! Time to get up, lazy-bones!” A muffled grunt was the only response. Rolling her eyes, the girl started to climb downward, swiftly passing her own hammock to crouch beside the one below. With a teasing grin, she started to push at it, swinging the cloth and its inhabitant from side to side. “Frennnn.”

“Mm’up.” A hand and arm were stretched up out of the mess of blankets, before flopping back over.

“Freniden Brusan, if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds, I’m tipping this thing over and dumping you out of it.”

Bunched-up cloth and curly black hair were pushed aside so that her friend could direct his glare towards the girl. “You wouldn’t.”

“I most certainly would.”

“We’re twenty feet in the air, Tali!”

“Then you’ll just have to use your all-powerful wizardly talents to keep from getting injured.” She released her hold on the hammock and stood. “Now come on!”

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” the younger boy grumbled, kicking his blankets off and reaching for his bag, hanging from a nearby branch. “I swear, everyone in your family is a lunatic, rising at dawn and ordering other people to do the same...”

“I’m sorry, does this come as a surprise to you?” Laughing, Tali climbed back up to avoid the smelly sock Fren threw in her direction. Within a few minutes, both children had donned their outer traveling clothes and rolled up their hammocks, stuffing the bulky bundles into Fren’s enchanted satchel. Once they’d clambered back down to the ground, the wizardling pulled out some hard biscuits and dried meat for their breakfast.

“So,” he asked around a mouthful of food. “Now that we’ve successfully gotten too far from the city for your father’s search parties to find, do we have a destination in mind to start looking for this missing sister of yours?”

Tali frowned thoughtfully. “Well, much as I want to find Lillia, we could stop by your old home first, visit your family-” She stopped when Fren snorted.

“Bad idea. My relatives wouldn’t let us leave for at least the better part of a month, which I know would drive you insane.”

“It would?”

“Oh, yes. Nothing interesting ever happens in Fammon.”

“Well, fine then, if you don’t want to see your uncle and aunt and cousins, we’ll just go straight north.”

Fren raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s all the great Petalia Crant can come up with?”

“That’s all we need,” Tali argued, looking ahead with a fierce expression. “We go north.”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about running off with you...”

“Too late to change your mind now!” Tali playfully punched her friend’s shoulder, and giggled when the chubby boy pretended to stagger.

“Hey! Easy with those muscles of yours! I may have extra padding, but that doesn’t mean it won’t get bruised!”

“Oh, quit being such a whiner.”

“Bully.”

“Wimp!”

“Aquimbe!” Before Tali could blink, a spray of water caught her in the face. She spluttered, ducking away as Fren cackled. The spell ended after a moment, water spout fading back into nothing, though the girl remained very much wet.

“That,” she declared, wiping at her face with the edge of her cape, “Was so not fair.”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the upper hand just once,” Fren grinned.

The pair continued to banter as they walked on, eventually finding a road heading in the right direction. Tali checked it over for recent tracks while Fren whispered a quick scanning spell for nearby people. Neither of them found any signs of fellow travelers.

“Should we risk it?” The wizardling asked. His friend shrugged.

“May as well.”

Winding as it may have been, the road nonetheless took them north, and the pair made good time. By mid-morning, they’d covered several miles, and stopped for a water break on top of a shallow hill. When she handed back the water skin, Tali decided to climb another tree, to get a look at their new surroundings.

The girl had only gotten part way up the trunk, though, when something not too far away caught her eye.

Fren flinched as she suddenly landed beside him, fumbling the water skin and nearly dropping it. He didn’t have any time to ask what she’d seen before Tali was dashing off down the hill. Scrambling, Fren hurried after. A few minutes later, they rounded a bend in the road, and he too saw what had grabbed his friend’s attention.

A small, weather-beaten wagon was stuck, one of its front wheels trapped by a deep crack in the earth. The driver, a wrinkled old goblin, strained as she tried to pull it free without much success. Harnessed to the front of the wagon, her horse saw the two human youths first, and whinnied.

“Hello there!” Tali called, slowing her steps as she approached. “Could we offer you a hand?”

The goblin, who’d paused at her horse’s sudden warning, looked over in surprise. “I wouldn’t mind a bit if you did! I just need a tad more oomph to lift it free, I think.”

Tali immediately stepped to her side, crouching in order to get a good grip on the frame of the wagon before glancing over her shoulder. “C’mon, Fren, hurry up.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wizard student, remember? Elvitaere.” A soft yellow light sprang from the pendant tied around his left wrist, enveloping the wagon and causing it to slowly float into the air.

“Oh my,” the goblin gaped. 

Huffing at her friend’s dramatics, Tali nonetheless pushed the wagon’s side, nudging it away from the hole. As soon as all four wheels were over even ground again, Fren ended the spell, letting the wagon gently set back down. The old goblin clapped her hands in delight.

“That was wonderful!” She gushed. “Saved my poor back and everything! Thank you so much, dearies.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tali said. “Is there anything else we could help you with?”

“Well, now I feel silly, but I’d emptied out everything I could to make this old hunk lighter - I don’t suppose the two of you would mind giving me a hand putting it all back, would you?”

Blinking, Fren leaned over to look at the other side of the road. Sure enough, several blankets were spread across the ground, dozens upon dozens of books and knick-knacks and other peddler’s goods piled atop them. He gave Tali a side-eyed glance, and sighed when she glared back.

“Happy to be of assistance, ma’am.”

[prokopetz]

I love it when you see art of, like, a big fuckoff werewolf raging in perfectly fitted Regency finery. Like, that stuff doesn't stretch – there are only two ways this scenario happens, and both of them have fascinating implications:

Their werewolf transformation magically resizes their clothes to fit their hulking nine-foot-tall beastman form, and understands the principles of tailoring well enough to make that look good; or

They've had outfits specially made for their hulking nine-foot-tall beastman form, and the ravening ragebeast they become makes a point of changing before going forth to rampage and slaughter.

[machinespirited]

Lighthouse in my brain is like. If she's not fighting, he's probably eating or asleep. Even with his augments, it takes so many calories to sustain muscleman ragebeast behavior. Same with most Khornates tbh

[radiocmyk]

Autism ragebeast moment

[devilcat3d]

fuck marry kill

the two bad bitches on the modern art of [[Fyndhorn Elves]]

exava ([[Exava, Rakdos Blood Witch]])

vorinclex ([[Vorinclex]]) caring and loving AU

this is harder than the last one but i guess i would...

i would marry vorinclex

this is assuming that they are both caring and loving and ive always headcanoned vorinclex as using he/she/it pronouns so that too. i love a she/her ragebeast and shes such a big fucking monster i love her. its also my favorite praetor. i dont know if im enough of a monster fucker to actually marry vorinclex but i do love him and i want to see him all the time. plus in this alt au i can take the massive cock that vorinclex has and that would be very fun...

i would fuck exava

exava i know jack shit about but i fucking love rakdos its my favorite color pair and she's hot. i bet shes such a freak too and i think she would be a very fun person to have sex with. and also shes a witch which is really swag and i bet shes into blood play so... yeah

i would kill fyndhorn elves

i dont know why i chose to kill the lesbian elves but i did. maybe i fumbled but oh well. its really close between them and exava but im just a sucker for rakdos i guess lmao. anyway they arent really my type and i think theyd be too obsessed with the forest and itd get in the way of a potential relationship. anyway i love them and would like to get to know them better but oh well :p

[theowritesfiction]

Rachel, the original rage-beast. Hmm, can I get away with an enraged Azula saying that to Ozai?

I really want to. I think I'm rolling with it lmao

[chosenofyffre]

Yeah, this. I am an absolute ragebeast when overwhelmed from noise. I have misophonia and, I stress this, I have no control over my reaction. I cannot "just cope" or "learn to deal with it" because (certain types of) sound make me rage. I do not like being a ragebeast, and I don't use it as an excuse to be a raging asshole, mostly because I hate that sort of asshole, and I have this thing called basic self control. It is hellish to keep my ragebeast contained until I can remove myself from the situation causing it, but I can do it because it's basic fucking decency and manners. Yes, even when it's a fucking asshole blaring shitty music or a toddler having a shitfit tantrum at maximum volume. I can remove myself from the vicinity and stop being a ragebeast even if it's difficult. Even if it would be "easier" to throw a tantrum myself. And it's not because of social consequences, which incidentally only seem to happen to neurodiverse people rather than the asshole with a souped up stereo in their car, but that's another rant. It's because I don't want to be the adult throwing a childish tantrum in public like I never learned manners or self-regulation. It's consideration for others, something a lot of other adults don't seem to give a fuck about, but I do.

(I don't want to be anything like my father, too. He's the epitome of a spoiled toddler throwing tantrums when people don't do as he wants, and I have nothing but scathing contempt for that sort of person. He makes the choice to behave abominably, and I make the choice not to.)

I have a short fuse when it comes to things like this. They’ll be too loud or something and I’d snap and tell them to stop…

Neurodivergent Girl

[dopesotherstuff]

Sometimes it’s just not worth it...

If you’re worried about outraging a group of Tumblr folk by accidentally saying the wrong thing, just remember that some folks here are just kinda...like that...and there’s no point walking on eggshells or being anxious about them.

If you want to know how bad it can get, consider a former acquaintance of mine who drove a group of Tumblr Radfem Separatists into a solid month of frothing, anon-attacking, suicide-baiting rage simply by saying (paraphrased): “I love my husband and won’t leave him because some strangers on Tumblr think women shouldn’t be with men”. I saw some of the messages she kept and...yeah. They were PISSED.

Sometimes, the only way to avoid the drama is to avoid the people.

[triscribe]

“Raj resisted the temptation to crouch lower as yet another group of slave hunters passed by his hiding place. If he’d known going on the run would involve inadvertently splitting up with Tress, the boy never would’ve agreed with her insane plan...”

[wyldlittledog]

Spartacus Vengeance Sentence Starters: Libertus & Chosen Path

[Starter meme for episodes 1 & 2] [Starter meme for episodes 3 & 4]

TW: Violence, nsfw, death, dark themes, and language.

Feel free to tweak, change pronouns, use as a jumping off point for a more detailed starter, etc.

Vengeance, episode five: Libertus

Mistakes were made on both sides.

They stand no kin to me now.

I long for reunion and the answers it will bring.

The gods bestow gift beyond measure.

It's because of me that he lays near death.

There is yet much of the past between us.

What would you have of me now?

I will see myself free of bondage at any cost.

Give me a sword. I would join you.

I would have you rest a while longer.

This time you stay, and I go.

We cannot rely on omen.

I would overtake soft voice with bold words.

I would share a cup to regain sense.

Press me, and see prophecy ignored.

Have the gods ever beheld such beauty?

Do not fucking attempt lie!

You are not worthy of me.

I begin to question fucking plan.

We must wait or see effort fail.

Vengeance, episode six: Chosen Path

He fell as all men should.

You suffer no wound.

Why do our numbers stand so few?

Would that I had an army formed in your base image.

We need fighting men.

Unless I can drink that, it holds no worth to me.

I truly am among the damned.

I would have words. // Fuck your words.

Your eyes betray recent tears.

We have done the impossible.

We have struck a deep blow to the very heart of our enemy.

No hand will stand idle.

We must prepare ourselves for what is to come.

To set eyes again upon you heart… I understand now why a man would risk all for such a thing.

Your own men make attempt to kill each other.

I will not rest while he yet draws breath.

Too many have been lost.

The heaviest price is always paid by those we love.

Together we shall see them drown in rivers of blood.

I meant only to wound.

[melancholic-pigeon]

weird that plague symptoms are "suddenly impatient and irritable as FUCK"

I mean part of it is that I've been sitting silently on massive soulcrushing amounts of stress for Boring Meatspace Reasons and I really am lower on "deep, cleansing breaths" points overall and have been for the past year or so (don't want to talk about it thank you for caring though)

But I think another part of it is also that everyone sucks a little in January because so many people are stressed and irritable and it spills forth and ripples outward in a terrible butterfly effect of ARGH, myself ABSOLUTELY included

So like, if I'm snippy, I'm sorry. I really try to understand where and why people get the opinions that frustrate me as a mechanism for not slipping into being an obnoxious ragebeast at all times. I really try to keep it in my head that virtually nobody is a mustache-twirling villain and most people are doing their best. Hell, I absolutely sucked when I was younger!

But I guess I also don't want people constructing an image in their heads of what my opinions are because that's a recipe for being shocked and horrified and betrayed when the reality is different.

My pain levels are also unfairly high right now and all of my coping with anything points are desperately occupied. I don't know where I'm going with this other than that I realize I'm being uncharacteristically hissy right now.

maybe I just need a break from tumblr tbh

either the hostile attribution bias and black and white thinking and uncritical proliferation of reactionary conspiracies are getting worse or I'm losing my ability to deal with it patiently

[buzzy5462]

Throwback to when Spinner wasn't a huge gigantic ragebeast... Hori why did you do that to him

I hope you enjoy the manga coloring! Spinner is genuinely one of my favorite characters in MHA. I tried a new style for this one.

[markrosewater]

Do you have contact with anyone who worked on the Spellslingers game? I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I’ve been enjoying it quite a bit- hi-fives around! Though I would love to know why the card ‘Ragebeast’ had creature type Monster and not Beast :)

I know many people who worked on it, and can high five some of them.

Not idea about Monster.

[askruricthar]

Ruric: @bizarre-trader WE HAVE WARE TO TRADE

Thar: WE THOUGHT ALWAYS FIGHT WAS GOOD THING BUT NO

Ruric: WE TRY TO EAT Thar: FIGHT FOOD AND TABLE

Ruric: WE TRY TO SLEEP

Thar: FIGHT BED AND GROUND

Ruric: TRY TO FIGHT Thar: CAN’T BECAUSE RAGEBEAST ALREADY FIGHTING Ruric: PLEASE FIND GOOD HOME FOR OUR SPECIAL BOY

[shikkokunohaoh]

i'm not sure if i made that apparent but i really like rushia. she's really funny and she's really good at both being very cute but also being a ragebeast

[worksomewonder]

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Finished Danny fanart tonight, too.

It's amazing how much you can draw when you're supposed to be doing other things...

Anyhow! Danny is honest, but not in the prickly way Marc is. Danny is a warm, whole hearted hug that also turns into a big wolf. Not gonna lie, I love the big ragebeast mode. 😂 Danny belongs to @steamberrystudio

Awooooo 🖤