#oc: raike reedfellow

[bosspigeon]

did you get what you were asking for?

haven't been able to write much lately, but i've been playing D&D pretty regularly, and i like thinking about my boy <3 Raike's first "patron" in the Feywilds, though not the one who gave him his magic. a snippet of memories he lost in Barovia coming back to haunt him now that he's returned to where it all started...

He finds it almost funny that he doesn't remember the name of the man who taught him the importance of names in this realm. He doesn't remember his face either, but after Barovia, there are far more important things he's forgotten.

Some of it he's gotten back, but not all, not enough. He's far more concerned with remembering his mother's face than that of some shitty ex–

Ex? Ex-something. Something… something important, truly, but something he's not sure he wants to have back.

The more he recalls, the more he wishes he could pick and choose what he keeps, and what he forgets.

But that's not how it works. That's not how anything has ever worked, no matter much he pretends to believe it does.

Raike used to think of himself as something of a romantic, but much like the boy he was before the Wilds, that part of him died long ago.

He hoped that after he escaped Barovia (though he's still not sure how it happened, and regrets that, once again, he's left his family behind without so much as a goodbye) his memories would return, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

He gets fragments, sometimes. Snippets and shreds, shards of his life before that bleak, murky hellhole. They come to him in wispy half-memories, flashes of sensation, the dry heat of the sun on red sand, the hazy violet of the sky after sunset, the constant thrum of nighttime insects that echoes in the chest.

The memories that come to him in dreams tend to be the clearest, and the worst.

"Slit his throat, pet."

The voice is soft, silky-smooth. Dangerous.

The man at his feet looks up at him, eyes wide and fearful in his ashen face. He's a young man, human–perhaps Raike's age, or maybe a little older.

(How old is he again? How long has he been here?)

Raike wonders what crime the human has committed. It's impossible to guess. He's learned the hard way how easily the Fair Folk are offended. His master is no different.

(Master? Yes, that sounds right. Raike might have called him lover once, when he was newer. Stupider.)

Whatever the crime, it's unlikely it calls for execution. It's even less likely his master is incapable of doing himself, and doing it much less… messily.

Raike hesitates too long.

"I made a request of you, my pet."

A request. He almost laughs.

Instead, he looks down at the human at his feet. He's never seen him before. Poor thing must have stumbled upon the Courts recently. There are still twigs in his hair.

"Raike," his master coos. Sickly sweet. Oily. Like poison dripping from a blade.

That name doesn't belong to him anymore. It's a noose around his neck now, and he feels it pull taut, not-quite choking him–not yet.

He already has so many things to apologize for, if he ever sees his father again.

His master places the knife in his trembling hand, curls his fingers around it, and squeezes. It's a gentle touch, meant to ground him, but the hands around his are corpse-cold.

Raike looks at the human again, sees the panic in his eyes, feels it in the tightness of his own throat, his heart stuttering in his chest.

He's slaughtered animals before. It was a necessity of the humble life he lived before the forest, before the fight, before the Wilds. This can't be much different, can it?

(Raike's always been a good liar, especially to himself, but not this time. Not about this.)

"Please," the human sobs.

"Please," Raike echoes, but his voice is strangled to nothing by the snare his name has become.

His body is moving on its own. He can't fight it. He's tried.

"Don't be so dramatic, pet," his master scoffs. "Just do it."

Raike obeys, as if he has any other choice. He grabs the poor bastard's hair. He tries to keep his grip gentle, but his body refuses–it's not his body anymore, not now–as it jerks his head back to expose his throat. The man gasps, sniveling pleas and prayers to a god Raike's never heard of.

Forgive me, Raike thinks desperately as he brings the knife to the human's throat and across it with one quick, practiced slash.

As it turns out, cutting a human's throat is not the same as cutting that of a goat or a rabbit. The cut is not as clean as he hoped it would be.

Though the rites are screaming through his head with the clarity of years of rote memorization and practice, Raike is not praying to the God of his bitter adolescence.

The face he pictures is lined and austere, gentle black eyes and greying hair.

Forgive me, he pleads a man he hasn't seen in so long, will probably never see alive again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

"Good pet," his master purrs, running cold white fingers through Raike's hair. There are tears on his cheeks. The human's pleas are drowned in pathetic gurgles, choked for breath. His blood is burning hot and slick on Raike's hands, soaking into his shirt and plastering the fine fabric to his skin.

He feels sick. He feels empty.

His master leaves him to his theatrics, scoffing something about bards. Raike stands there, still as stone, as a man dies miserably at his feet, by his hand.

He murmurs the rites like his father taught him. He closes the man's eyes, tries to wipe the blood from his chin with an unsullied piece of his shirt.

There will be no funeral at the water's edge for this man. There will be no honor, no remembrance, no closure for his kin. This stranger dies another nameless mortal in the wilds, a plaything to be toyed with until it breaks, to be tossed away and forgotten in favor of the next curiosity.

Raike stands there, staring numbly at the body until it is carried off by his master's courtiers.

He watches the procession, and he sees his own funeral.

#d&d #d&d character #warlock #pidge writes #unprompted #oc: raike reedfellow #i've rambled about him a lot but tl;dr raike is the errant half-orc son of a priest from a tiny fishing village in the middle of nowhere #who ran away as a teenager and got lost in the feywilds #and met his father again after ??? years when they both wound up in barovia #now he's in the feywilds again #hither to be specific #we're playing the wild beyond the witchlight :) #its not v good im rusty af lmao #hey did you know you can link in post titles? #bc i didnt yeehaw #i am forever a basic ass 'lowercase song lyrics as fic titles' bitch #ONLY ONE PERSON HERE IS NOT ALLOWED TO READ THIS YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

[bosspigeon]

presented without comment

#pidge does stuff #oc: raike reedfellow #puppet history #d&d #pls have a poorly edited meme #i have nothing more to give

[bosspigeon]

made a Raike sim because he soothes my troubled soul

Bonus Raike Traits:

#pidge does stuff #pidge plays god #oc: raike reedfellow #his soul is much more troubled so it makes me feel better by comparison #i like to squeeze him like a stress toy #i have tusk cc but it clips really bad and im mad about it >:[ #LET MY BOY HAVE HIS TUSKS #IM SORRY HE'S GOT SUCH NICE LIPS #his tattoos are not accurate but seeing as my dm designed a whole detailed tattoo map hgjdlsh rip #would love to somehow get that in the sims but unfortunately I Am Stupid #also his hair is supposed to be longer but i cant find a good cc maxis match hair that has an undercut w dark roots >:[

[bosspigeon]

POV: you pissed off the Royal Sugar Baby and he snitched and now ur being turned into a worm

#pidge sketch #oc: raike reedfellow #idk i started doodling him last night and he just came out looking So... this #cat that got the canary and managed to blame it on the dog

[bosspigeon]

Updated Raike sketch! Now with 28% more Cute and roughly 50% more Heaux

#pidge sketch #oc: raike reedfellow #D&D NIGHT #IM MUCH LESS HIGH THAN LAST TIME BUT STILL HAVING A GOOD TIME #here is my Whore✨ #fun quote from tonight: 'there are men with SWORDS and HANGOVERS" (<me and another player are the men) #i need to get baked and draw more often #heres hoping i dont hate this in the morning

[bosspigeon]

truly wondering if there's a limit to how many BDSM jokes i can make in a single session without my friends hunting me for sport

#pidge babbles #oc: raike reedfellow #npc tied himself to raike to avoid getting lost and raike was like 'finally *i* get to be the one holding the leash' #that was one of several jokes #his dad isnt in this campaign there is no filter to be found #raike doesnt talk about himself or his feelings but he WILL talk about how kinky his relationship with his patron is #raike 'IM A BRATTY SUB BOTTOM' reedfellow #gotta fw a 10ft unseelie trickster bc his options are limited otherwise #its hard out here for a 6'7 size queen 😩 #pidge does tabletop

[bosspigeon]

hey who wants a 12 hour playlist for my D&D character?

jk it's not optional

#pidge playlist dump #oc: raike reedfellow #enjoy the emotional whiplash #Spotify

[bosspigeon]

playing around w my raike sim and tbh sometimes sims makes some p solid pose references

#pidge plays god #oc: raike reedfellow #look at my boooy #he's so pretty #and such a bitch #had fun tormenting his neighbors #being just the most annoying creature on the planet #i do have to find ways for him to make money bc he can't get a job that's not what he's for #so far it's been busking and trinket hunting #which tbh is what he does in our games too hjghsdjg

[bosspigeon]

i just remembered i made a moodboard for Raike ages ago

#pidge does stuff #oc: raike reedfellow #i feel like ive posted it before??? #but i cant remember #got the boy on the brain lately #im love him

[bosspigeon]

did me immense psychic damage when i'm finally listening to raike's playlist and got to carry on my wayward son. still listening though, because it's a great song! i just bear the curse

Unfortunately it is lodged into my brain forever and also INCREDIBLY accurate for his character

#pidge replies #suffer with me 🤝 #bearers of the curse #oc: raike reedfellow

[bosspigeon]

im bored on my lunch break here's some raike memes

#pidge babbles #oc: raike reedfellow

[bosspigeon]

i like sending my friend who played Raike's dad in our Curse of Strahd campaign updates on what his Terrible Boy is getting up to in Witchlight

#pidge does tabletop #oc: raike reedfellow #asad doesnt understand but he's glad his boy is having a good time

[bosspigeon]

#pidge plays god #oc: raike reedfellow #i didnt actually complete it i just needed the image #i cheated it temporarily #gonna go back and do it for realsies later but its late and i need to sleeb

[bosspigeon]

I think one of the funniest things about Raike is his family lineup

Raike, at 6'7", is taller than his dad, who is a 6' human man

But Raike is also a Good Bit Shorter than his mother, who is an orc and is well over 7 ft tall

#pidge babbles #oc: raike reedfellow #he is her little baby #she didnt even know she was pregnant with him #asad left to tend to his duties as the village holy man and he comes back and dristig has a baby and is like #'explain this' #'why is it so small' #'what have you done'

[bosspigeon]

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

For Arlo, Gimmick and Raike

Arlo likes Chunky Work Boots. Comfy, practical, all-terrain with the added bonus of being Somewhat Intimidating! He takes decent care of them, bc good quality boots are expensive, but they definitely show signs of wear and tear if they're his everyday boots! He's got a few more Decorative pairs for when he wants to look nice. Dark leather, lots of buckles, maybe a bit platform if he feels the need loom.

Micky has weird lil digitigrade feet so he doesn't actually wear shoes all that much dbfbbf. Easier to be sneaky without them, and make climbing easier too~

Raike's boots are... flashy, but surprisingly durable? A nice pair of knee-high riding boots. Make his legs look miles long, and even have a bit of a heel, bc the 6'7" half-orc definitely needs that extra 2 inches of height 🙄 Like the rest of his fit, they say "Look at me!" Surprisingly well-traveled, though...

As for sleep, Arlo likes to keep his bedroom essentially as just a place to sleep/get dressed for the day. Small, fairly simple, some decor here and there but nothing really more than some posters and small trinkets and gentle lighting. He's got a separate space for work/hobbies!

Micky likes to NEST. Lots of pillows and blankets, basically just a big comfy pile a little green man can get lost in, maybe a curtain or canopy to make it feel really safe and cozy. And then once you add a Very Large Boyfriend into the mix, he's got two more very soft and fluffy pillows 😌

Raike is, uh, not exactly used to staying in one bed for long. He's a traveler first and foremost, and the beds he finds are never his own. Though, he's actually found he enjoys sleeping under the stars.

#pidge replies #ask games #oc: gimmick #oc: arlo priestley #oc: raike reedfellow #hfhfhf thank uuuu #i......should be asleep #i have work in the morning ._.

[bosspigeon]

delighted at the realization that Raike can qualify for the title of Poor Little Meow Meow

Deeply Deeply Sad and Pathetic

Questionable morals

Capable of Extreme Violence When Pressed Or Just Mildly Inconvenienced

Has committed A Few Atrocities Here And There

#pidge babbles #oc: raike reedfellow #has perhaps enthusiastically partaken in a political assassination while disguised as a priest