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dragongodryss · 3 days ago

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Burning (Zurkhwood Shadow Part 1)

Cw: Child whumpee, magical whump, character death, burns, parent whumper, reluctant caretaker

His mother's wheezing and coughing didn't cease as she stood over him, berating him even as she believed him to be asleep. Maybe if she slept instead of going on her tirades, she would be better by now. Quevyraen knew that there was no point in telling her that. He was better off pretending that he didn't know about any of that.

"Damned darthiir rat. Should have never given birth to you." She muttered. He wished she wouldn't say it aloud. If someone, anyone in this tiny, cramped hovel heard, both of their lives would have been forfeit. Not that she cared. "Could have been a high priestess, but no. Had to be seduced..." Her muttering became less and less coherent, leading Quevyraen to suspect that she had been drinking. As her tirade turned to a violent coughing fit, someone snarled at her to shut up. Had her words been overheard?

As she started to shout back between worsening coughs, Quevyraen drifted off to sleep, fearing for his life. Like he did every night. At least he wouldn't awaken to a beating. His mother no longer had the strength to beat him.

He awoke some time later to his mother still wheezing and coughing in her bedroll. Quevyraen paid her no mind. He needed to go out soon if he wanted to find food. The trifling amounts of money his mother had managed to scrape together before her illness had run out two days ago. Most of the people staying here were out working. The only other people present were Diatal'Zyne, who must have returned while Quevyraen had been asleep and was currently passed out drunk in a corner, and Durryn, who was currently making the small zurkhwood statues that were his livelihood. Neither paid Quevyraen any mind, they never did. He could starve to death before their eyes and the only effort they would make would be the effort made to throw out his body. But he wouldn't starve. He'd find something.

He quickly got changed, noting that this was his last set of clean clothes. He would need to wash them. He noticed that many of his housemates had neglected that particular chore. Maybe he could make a bit of money by doing it for them. He would wait until more people were in to ask.

The streets were dirty and cramped, despite being largely empty. People avoided going out unless they had business. Other hovels, like the one he lived in, lined the streets. Old wanted posters were nailed to the walls, faces of traitors, heretics and debtors watching him intently. Despite his discomfort, he gave them a glance. He couldn't read, so their names and crimes were unknown to him, but he knew enough about numbers to identify the rewards. As such, he tried to memorize some of their faces.

He walked towards Eastmyr, knowing better to waste his time begging. He was a drow. Begging would get him nowhere.

No one paid him any mind on his journey across the Braeryn. He fitted right in. A scrawny kid with haunted eyes, covered in scars. In the dark, no one could see his too dark hair or the blue splotches on his too pale skin.

Once the house became more sturdy and the streets gradually grew cleaner, Quevyraen slowly grew more ill at ease. As far as he had heard, Eastmyr wasn't fancy by any means, but it felt so clean and distinguished to him. He probably stuck out like a sore thumb. People milled about, shopping and even stopping to chat in some cases, though he could feel no warmth in their voices. Some people stood around, tucked out of the way, observing the streets.

Quevyraen pretended not to see them. These people were the most likely to shank anyone they though was onto them, and he knew his mother wouldn't make the effort to cast a healing spell on him. If he even made it back. More likely, she would beat him for getting blood on the bedding, illness be damned.

He tried to relax his posture. No point in arousing more suspicion than he already did. Scouring the area for a target, he picked up on a rich, warm scent. Grilled rothé meat. His mouth watered as he found the shop, a small stand where a drow was making skewers. Under the stand, there was a small nook in which another drow, likely her business partner, slept.

Quevyraen took note of an alley beside the stand, ignoring the suspicious man lurking inside. Almost certainly an informant from some house or other. Maybe if Quevyraen impressed him, he would be offered work of some sort. The lad snorted as he turned around to look for the other end of the alley. Even a dunce like him knew that that was but a pipe dream.

He traversed the alley, giving the suspicious man a brief nod of acknowledgement on the way past but otherwise paying him no mind. He continued his journey, casually grabbing a skewer as he passed the stand. His audacity stunned the vendor long enough for him to put a good distance between them before she shouted for him to stop. As soon as he rounded the nearest corner, he broke into a sprint, not stopping until he back in the familiar Braeryn.

He went home, intending to share the skewer with his mother. No one else would. Besides, he owed her for not abandoning him to die. Most others would have.

Durryn had left, but Diatal'Zyne was still there, and still asleep. Quevyraen's mother was awake, coughing feebly. Her eyes were dull and unfocused, and her body shook with every cough. "Mother? I brought food." He told her hesitantly.

"Who gives a damn? You ruined my life." She told him, voice calm despite the vitriol in it.

"I know, mother. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?! That'll fix things. You ruined my life, Quevyraen. Now I'm going to ruin yours." She wheezed between coughs. "Every emotion you feel will turn against you. It'll destroy you and everything you care about. Be it joy or pain, it won't matter. It will destroy you all the same."

"I understand, mother." There was no point in refuting her. It would make no difference.

"No. You don't." She turned in her bedroll, facing away from Quevyraen. He watched her breathing grow ever shallower, her occasional cough grow ever weaker, until she finally fell still.

The skewer in his hand tumbled to the floor as things settled in. Emotion welled in his chest; Grief, relief, and something he couldn't place. His body started to burn. He fell to his knees as the pain grew unbearable, and slowly, it started to fade from his limbs. His chest grew hotter and hotter, until his heart felt like it would burst. And then he felt the heat burst from his chest, revealing a small bead of fire. The pain subsided completely, to his relief. Then, the bead started to pulsate.

Instinctively, Quevyraen threw himself onto the dirty floor, curling into a ball and covering his head. He felt a searing pain on his back and limbs as the bead expanded into a roaring ball of fire, torching the whole hovel. Then, he felt nothing, as the pain faded to black.

His vision was hazy when he woke up, unable to move. When he tried, dull pain seared though his body, gradually intensifying until he gave up. Tears welled in his eyes as he waited for it to subside, to no avail.

"Try not to move. I'll go get something now that you're awake." A scratchy voice told him. Quevyraen focused on it, trying to regain control of his body.

"Alright." The vibrations from his words sent ripples of pain through his burnt and battered body.

The man left through a creaky door, and Quevyraen heard him lock it behind him. He took stock of his surroundings. The smell of dust, blood, offal and decay were all absent, strange in and of itself. He was lying on his stomach on rough sheets covering what seemed to be a woven mat, a cloth soaked in now warm water resting on him. Carefully, he turned his head to see a rough stone wall. His silvery hair fell into his eyes, accompanied by a new surge of pain. It was more bearable now, at least. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head again to look at the rest of the room. The floor was covered by wood, worn with age. A carpet failed to fully cover a washed out stain, which Quevyraen was certain had been blood. A wooden divider separated the large room, and Quevyraen couldn't see beyond it. Aside from the mat, there was also a damaged wardrobe up against the divider and a chair by his bedside. Exhausted from the effort, Quevyraen felt himself drift back to sleep despite the pain he was in.

He awoke to the warm smell of food, coming from beyond the divider. Again, his mouth started to water, and he tried to get up. Big mistake. Pain shot throughout his body, eliciting a choked scream. He heard something metallic being put down and footsteps approaching.

"Stay down, kiddo. Your skin is really badly damaged. You're going to make it worse if you keep trying to move." The man told him softly, the tone clashing with his grating voice.

"Sorry. I forgot." Quevyraen apologized quietly.

"I got an ointment for your burns. It's supposed to numb the pain and heal your skin faster." The man explained, stopping by his bedside and putting a large glass jar down beside him. He knelt down next to Quevyraen. He carefully lifted the cloth off of Quevyraen, putting it back into a bucket of water. Quevyraen whimpered in pain as the air stung his burnt skin. "Shush. I'm putting on the ointment, you'll feel better soon."

He gritted his teeth, allowing the man to apply the ointment. The cool sensation provided more relief than the damp cloth had. But then it started to burn, prompting a hiss of pain from him.

"Shit. Does it hurt?" The man growled, pulling his hands back. "Is it supposed to do that?" He wondered, inspecting the ointment. The pain died down as quickly as it had come. The air no longer stung the places the ointment had covered. "Huh. No wonder this stuff cost so much." The man noted incredulously. "They really should have made this harder to steal. Hey, kiddo? I'm going to put more ointment on. Do you want something to bite down on?"

"I'm fine." Quevyraen refused. The man gave a grunt of acknowledgement and started rubbing in more ointment. He was hurrying, probably to finish before the pain could set in. Quevyraen bit back a scream when it did, feeling as if his whole body was on fire. But soon, it was over. His breath came in short pants, marveling at the lack of pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No, I don't think so. Thank you, mister." Quevyraen answered, slowly trying to sit up. The man stood up, rifling through the wardrobe and pulling out some clothes. He handed them over, a worn, black, sleeveless shirt and loose trousers, both several sizes too large for him.

"Food should be ready soon. You can stay here for a few days, but you'll need to find another place to stay soon." The man told him, going to the other room. Quevyraen got dressed quickly before trying to stand. His legs were a little shaky, but he managed to make his way to the other room. It was a small kitchen.

For the first time, he got a good look at the man. He had dry, messy hair, tied back in a low ponytail. He was tall, even more so than Quevyraen's mother had been. Emotions flooded him as he remembered that she was gone. She had been all he had.

He felt power surging withing him, and he started to panic. The man's eyes widened as he rushed to Quevyraen's side. "Kiddo? Try to calm down. What can you see?"

The odd question startled him, and he tried to come up with an answer. "A table? A door?"

"Alright. What can you hear?" Quevyraen tried to focus. All he could hear was the bubbling coming from the pot and his own racing heart.

"Something's boiling in the pot."

"Good. That means the soup's ready. We'll talk about this after we've eaten." The man promised. They stood at the table to eat, as the man's only chair was in the other room, where he had been watching over him.

"Hey mister?" He asked as he was halfway done eating his soup. The man gave a grunt of acknowledgement but otherwise remained focused on his soup. "What's your name? I'm Quevyraen." His voice caught in his throat, sounding oddly gravelly.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "Weird name." Quevyraen was used to that. In fact, weird was an understatement. It was a stupid name.

"I know. I'm thinking of going by something else." Quevyraen admitted. The man shrugged.

"I'm Istyl." The man offered. It was a curious name. Immortal man. He did seem quite old, at least as far as Braeryn dwellers went. Most were lucky to reach the end of their first century, yet he seemed far, far beyond that. Not old, but far from young. Quevyraen had heard of elves reaching a millennium. That probably wasn't true, but drow often died young, so he wouldn't know. Darthiir, maybe. If he had to guess Istyl's age, he would put him at two or three hundred.

They wordlessly finished eating. When Istyl stood up, Quevyraen followed his lead and froze. The man did not tower over him as much as he previously had, in fact he was now only about ten centimeters taller than Quevyraen. What in Lolth's name?

"Did you notice?" Istyl asked, voice forcibly calm. Quevyraen nodded hesitantly.

"What happened?"

"You started panicking and ageing right before dinner. Would you mind explaining that. And whatever happened at your house while you're at it."

Oh. Seemed as if the fire hadn't been just a fluke. Quevyraen felt his shoulders sank as that fact sunk in. He felt the panic setting in and tried to remain calm.

"Mother said it was a curse." He admitted cagily, looking down at the floor. He decided to leave out the curse's origin, still pained by what his mother had done. "That whenever I feel a strong emotion, the curse would hurt me. The fireball went off when she died."

Istyl was silent for a moment, pondering what he had heard. Then he spoke: "I can help you learn to control it. I... have a curse myself."

"Really?!" Quevyraen looked up, meeting Istyl's gaze for the first time. He was met with glowing yellow, sharp as the blades of the occasional patrols sent by the noble houses. These weren't drow eyes. Not that his own were truly drow either. He didn't flinch. He'd ignored stranger things.

"You'll still need to find somewhere else to live. I have no intention of revealing the nature of my curse to you." Istyl clarified. Quevyraen nodded.

No one would notice a random kid out in the Braeryn. A youth, technically. He must have aged five years, he noted as he looked into the mirror in Istyl's room. Aside from the deepening of his voice and the leftover growing pains, he didn't feel any older. He was still 11, as far as he was concerned. But this was a boon. It would help him find work.

A few days later, he sat in Istyl's chair while his new friend was out. If he was going to change his name, he should probably do it now. With his sudden ageing, no one would believe he had been Quevyraen.

His new name should still be similar. He needed to adapt to answering to it quickly. It shouldn't be as combative as his old one. Naming a child heretic should be illegal, he felt. But who else would deserve such a name? His very existence was blasphemy.

His new name should be nothing like that. It needed to communicate that he was no threat.

Queve would do. No one would fear a man named Queve. If he were to be looked down on all his life for it, then so be it. At least he would be alive.

"Hey Raen, I'm back!" Istyl returned after having been gone for the whole day. Queve didn't ask why he smelled of blood. That was none of his business.

"I chose a new name." He stated.

"Already?"

"Yes. This is probably the best time to do it."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" Istyl joked.

"Queve." Istyl blinked. Queve supposed he had expected him to choose a nicer name for himself. "You don't have to call me that."

"Thank the gods. Raen is way nicer." Queve bit back his concern at the casual blasphemy. Lolth was the only true goddess. If someone else heard Istyl say that, he would be dead before he could say another word.

But no one would. Istyl's home was out of the way, near the edge of the city.

Queve left, having found a newly empty place in one of the many hovels that lined the Braeryn. He'd taken a job as a mushroom thief, despite the danger. It paid well. Raiding Donigarden was not the safest occupation.

He just had to make sure he didn't get caught.

#zurkhwood shadow #whump #magical whump #burn whump #child whumpee #reluctant caretaker #queve #istyl

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meanderingpenguin · 1 year ago

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#critical role #cr spoilers #If people could queve this for tomorrow and Monday #After when people usually catch up #I'd appreciate it. 🐧

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psychicdelusionwerewolf · 3 months ago

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"Stop that!, just stop!"

But he wouldn't stop it eas like he couldn't hear anything I, we were telling him

"Why are you doing this?"

"Does it matter?"

It was cold and unemotional, and at the same time, I could read every single emotion in his eyes. Betrayal. Hatred. Resignation. And a silver of pain. Dancing in a thin rope between the abyss and the solid ground, he started to laugh, and it was disconcerting.

"You can't even tell me that it matters." it was loud edging hysterical and insane. It was wrong the kind of sound you don't expect to come out of someone so reserved and sharp as he was.

"You know I heard you talking about me saying the kind of things that you'll never say to someone else's face, it changes someone. To hear that the people you have grown to love, trust, and care for think of you as only a bother and burden to carry with them... Oh, but don't worry, it's not your fault how would you gave known that I was there."

HE WAS THERE?? HE HEARD EVERYTHING??? He wasn't supposed to be there. Those meetings were arranged, taking into account his absence at the house. He couldn't have been there unless we missed something, and I never miss anything.

"Hearing all those thing coming out of your mouth, that could hurt people, even I don't know ... break them, or at the very least make them SNAP." It was said with a snarl on his face almost feral.

"It was then I realized you were never family, family is not the weight you carry on your shoulders"

It was then that the lines blurred and I noticed the cliff he was hanging on it was the edge of his insanity.

"Goodbye brother."

And then he fell

#absolute insanity #you broke my heart #fanfic #angst #mai quev

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ashetherando · 1 year ago

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“…I Love you…” FizzOzzie x Idol! Reader

Warning: death, angst, and blood

pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

3rd Pov

It was the last morning of your Tour before you can spend your December and half of January home with your lovers Fizzarolli, a jester that recently quite from Mammons crazy ass self, it’s completely understandable when you had your first show at the Mammon stage! And Asmodeus, the King of Lust and a very big rooster that everyone is aware of both Fizz and Ozzie’s relationship, but you never told anyone about your relationship or never told anyone about your personal life at all. You opened the door to the Kitchen to see them eating their breakfast, you grab a cup and start making yourself a cup of coffee “so, (Y/N) last day, am I right!” Fizz perks up with a smile “yup! Freedom for two and a half months!” You sat down across from them “so, what ring is this taken place?” Ozzie asked and took a big bite of his fried eggs “Greed. Greed, NotaScam too be exact” you take a swig of your coffee “ahhh, I heard a lot of bad things there. You better be careful” “don’t be, Fizzy-Frog. Guards will be there to take to and from, and you’ll be there, right, Fizzy?” “Yurp!” He finishes his plate and place in the dishwasher and left the room to get ready for the day. You sit down in the limo next to Fizz “do you have to bring the Queves?” You asked him as at least 15 of them sit on your lap and in between the two of you “yes, yes I do!” You scratch one of the nearest queve next to you behind its ears. As the car drive slowly turns Bluish-Purple to green, you send out a tweet on Wrathier saying how excited you are with this show. You drove passed the dome your concert is taken place, little people in the regular line and so much people in the VIP line “holy shit, (Y/N) that’s a lot of people to meet you” “yeah, holy fuck!” You start to feel uneasy, Fizz saw your expression change from happy to nervous and held your hand “don’t worry, babes. I’m here if anything happens!” He pecks you on the cheek and the limo parks in the back of the building, next to the exit, you open the door and left, then the family of Queves left and Fizz zooms across you and into the building. You found your dressing/warmup and gotten comfortable with it, your manager throws you around from helping the VIP merch table and warmup and so on and so forth. The VIP doors open and a wave of people comes it, people crowding the merch table and people getting into the front of the pit and since there’s so much people, you have to talk and take pictures with the barriers, so you won’t be grabbed, touched, or something bad happening to you. You sing a sneak peek of your next song as an acoustic and waved them goodbye as you left into your dressing room with Fizz as he held you close. Until Fizz got hungry “honey, I’m gonna pick up some food near the building, love you!” He pecks you and speeds off and you entered your room.

45 minutes later, you finished up warming up your voice and instrument warmups. The door knocked, Fizz is back! “I’m coming!” You opened the door, it wasn’t Fizz, it was someone with a grey hoodie with so many stains and pit sweat stains with the hood up along with really baggy pants, he had a bouquet of Chrysanthemums “hello, (y/n) (l/n), how is your boyfriends in the lust ring?” You were stunned and you panicked internally ‘how did he know? Did you get drunk and brag about it on your Instagram live? How the hell did he-!’ All the memories you shared with FizzOzzie, from the first Christmas and winter together, dates, and when you fall asleep together one time when you were sick and they both got sick, when you felt a puncture on your chest and sharp pain worse than any anxiety attack feeling, “DOES THAT HURT? I WAS HURT WORSE! You went and get knocked up but two sleeze-bags even though you’re an idol, You fan-betraying slut! You lured us in with your constant “I love you! I love you!” Crap! It was all lies!” blood fell spread from costume to the ground, you pushed away and held where the wound is at,all the members stood up and comes to your aid, while the crazy mysterious imp runs away “(y/n)! I’m back!” Fizz comes back with the food held high “the line was so long I was considering going back to lust for foo-!” He blinks when he saw you on the ground fighting for your life “(y/n)…(Y/N)!” He drops the bags and runs towards you and quick calls Ozzie “Ozzie! OZZIE! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO (Y/N)!” Tears fell “DO SOMETHING, RANDOM ASS BAND MEMBER!” “It’s Bob” “I DONT CARE!DO SOMETHING!” Fizz yells at him and Bob ran out “(y/n)! Please stay with me, it’ll be okay! Just stay with me!” He held you close to him as other members went separately to help in any way, from hunting down to that crazy fan, announcing to the fans that something happened and it is been cancelled and keep an eye on the stalker and apologize to the inconvenience and also calling the ambulance and police. It doesn’t take long when your heart beat slowly dying down and slowly getting heavier “fizz…” “sh!sh! Safe your strength, (y/n) don’t leave me! We have to spend this Christmas together! Please!” You held up your bloody hand and placed it on his cheek “I’m sorry. This is probably…it for me. You’re not hurt, are you fizz? I wonder…what you both be in the future be…As the two of you love each other when I’m gone… I want to be there to see it.” Tears start to swell up and Fizz shook his head in denial of you dying “no, no, (y/n)! Don’t say that!” “Ozzie…Fizz…I love you. Those words definitely weren’t a lie” you smiled when your heart stop and let your hand drop “(y/n)! (Y/n)! Wake up! Please!” He dropped his phone when Ozzie was on the phone. “Fizzy? (N/n)! Pick up, please!” “(Y/n)!” The paramedics came in and took you, leaving Fizz on the ground crying his eyes out and not picking up the phone while Ozzie is freaking out.

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#x reader insert #asmodeus x reader helluva boss #fizzarolli x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #Youtube #oshi no ko

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granma-sweetie · 2 years ago

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@verysleepyfrog

I have a direct line of communication with the duck council right now. In this modern landscape, ducks need a message. What do you want to tell them?

Tell them that I love them. Tell them the world is theirs for the taking.

#this happened in your story #quackam and queve..

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theladyregret · 1 year ago

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Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz earth, stable

Char/Kron sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal noble, lady/lord

Dhaun infested, plague

Dil/Dur cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld friend, spider

Ghuan accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol deft, nimble, spider-like

Houn/Rik magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip liege, war, warrior

Iim life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn enchanted, spell

Ilph emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist endless, immortal

Jan/Duag shield, warded

Jhael/Gel ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt iron, west, western

Lar/Les binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn legend, legendary, mythical

Lird/Ryld brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag mystery, secret

May/Mas beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer core, root, strong

Null/Nil sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon �� north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil mighty, ocean, sea

Quar aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab abyss, empty, void

Shi'n/Kren fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz silk, silent

Shur/Shar dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz bat, winged

T'riss/Teb blade, sharp, sword

Ulvir/Uhls gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz blood, bloody, flesh

Vic abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl deep, hidden, south, southern

Wuyon/Wruz humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim healer, cleric

anna/erin advisor, counselor to

arra/atar queen/prince

aste bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth path, walker

breena/antar matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos born of, child, young

cyrl/axle ally, companion, friend

da/daer illusionist, trickster

dia/drin rogue, stealer

diira/diirn initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar lover, match, mate

driira/driirn mother/father, teacher

dril/dorl knight, sword, warrior

e servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd giver, god, patron

eyl archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein minstrel, singer, song

fryn champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica baron, duke, lady/lord

ice/eth obsession, taker, taken

idil/imar alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid harbinger, herald

inidia secret, wall, warder

inil/in lady/lord, rider, steed

intra envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos beast, biter, stinger

jss scout, stalker

kacha/kah beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen apostle, disciple

lay/dyn flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar cynic, death, end, victim

lin arm, armor, commander

lochar messenger, spider

mice/myr bone, bones, necromancer, witch

mur'ss shadow, spy, witness

na/nar adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz chance, gambler, game

nitra/net kicker, returned, risen

nolu art, artist, expert, treasure

olin ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn ally, caller, kin

quarra/net horde, host, legion

quiri/oj aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir center, haven, home

riia/rak enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan speed, strider

ue/dor arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar breath, voice, word

une/diin diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque cavern, digger, mole, tunnel

urra/dax nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven comrade, honor, honored

vayas forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot

vyrae/vyr mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys best, creator, starter

xae/zaer orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr sage, teller

yl drow, woman/man

ylene/yln handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd captain, custodian, marshal, ranger

ynrae/yraen heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae architect, founder, mason

yrr protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean the noble line of

Ale traders in

Arab daughters of

Arken mages of

Auvry blood of the

Baen blessed by

Barri spawn of

Cladd warriors from

Desp victors of

De champions of

Do' walkers in

Eils lands of

Everh the caverns of

Fre friends of

Gode clan of

Helvi those above

Hla seers of

Hun' the sisterhood of

Ken sworn to

Kil people of

Mae raiders from

Mel mothers of

My honored of

Noqu sacred to

Orly guild of

Ouss heirs to

Rilyn house of

Teken' delvers in

Tor mistresses of

Zau children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin the web

ana the night

ani the widow

ar poison

arn fire

ate the way

ath the dragons

duis the whip

ervs the depths

ep the underdark

ett magic

ghym the forgotten ways

iryn history

lyl the blade

mtor the abyss

ndar black hearts

neld the arcane

rae fell powers

rahel the gods

rret the void

sek adamantite

th challenges

tlar mysteries

t'tar victory

tyl the pits

und the spider's kiss

urden the darkness

val silken weaver

viir dominance

zynge the ruins

#Dungeons and Dragons #Drow #The Legend of Drizzt #dnd #dark elves

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justineportraits · 2 years ago

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Martin Eder Où sont les Queves 2006

#martin eder

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the-smallest-star · 1 year ago

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Fizzarolli enters the room quietly, a small horde of queves following him. He has Milkshake in his arms, the small albino queef peeping softly as she eyes the two imps on the bed. "Hey so uh... Oz filled me in on what's goin' on, so I figured I'd bring my queves so you can play with them n' stuff." A small smile forms on his painted features, "The name is Fizzarolli but you can just call me Fizz. Lemme know if there's anythin' you need, 'kay?"

Tanya was still... sulking. Her brother was curled up asleep, coughing as she rubbed his back. As annoyed as she was... the cold wasn't good for him right now, attempts to leave would be put on hold.

This was Fizzarolli though, her eyes widened a little. "Uh... thanks? I know your name. We see you on TV sometimes, Dave knows your songs."

Looking back to her sleeping brother she thought against waking him right now, it'd taken a while for him to fall asleep, "Do you got anything to help chests? He keeps coughing, and he's cold."

#lil'tanya #lil'dave #rubbcrhose #hazbin!verse

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v-anrouge · 2 years ago

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QUE SE QUEDE EL INFINWTO SIN ESTRELLASSSSS O QUE PIERDA EK ANCHO MAW SU INMENSIDAD PERO EL NEGP DE TUS OJOS QUE NO MUEEERRRAAA Y EL CANELA DE TU PIEL SE QUEVE IGUAAALLLLL SI LIERDERA EL ARCOWRIS SUBBELLEZA Y LAD GLORES SU PERFUME Y SU COLOORER NO SERIA TAN INMENSA MI TORISTEXSAAA COMO AQUELLA QUE QUEDARME SIN TH AMKOOORRRR

#i am suffering

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nancyboy1997 · 1 year ago

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but where were quackam and queve..

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dragongodryss · 8 days ago

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Queve

Re-Vamping my whump story

Common Content for him: Non-human Whumpee, Conditioned Whumpee, Magical Whump, Exhaustion Whump, Injury Whump, Touch starved Whumpee,

Queve is a younger drow from the Braeryn, the most neglected part of Menzoberranzan.

As the son of a disgraced drow priestess and an escaped moon elf slave, Queve lives with the constant fear that his parentage will be revealed. His father fled as soon as he could, leaving his mother in the Braeryn alone. She believes that Queve and his father ruined her life. As such, she constantly reminded Queve that he is an abomination against Lolth, the goddess of the drow, as well as being physically abusive until her death when he was about 11. With her dying breath, she cursed him to have his very heart turn against him. It took effect immediately, the magic in the air being set off by his grief, anger and pain and causing an explosion that almost killed him.

He was found by a cursed drow named Istyl, who nursed him back to health while trying to teach him to manage his curse. He is weirdly insistent on having Queve leave as soon as possible. Queve tries to join a low-ranking house as a servant, but is kicked out after his magic starts to manifest when he is beaten. He moves in and out of Istyl's shack while he tries to find jobs and housing. Eventually, Istyl kicks him out once and for all.

That's when he manages to find work at the Zurkhwood Shadow.

Queve is a people-pleaser of nervous disposition. He is used to suppressing his emotions to prevent his magic from acting up. He believes he deserves nothing good due to being half moon elf. Despite that, he does his utmost to keep his secret.

Name: Quev (charmed, docile, friend) + e (servant, slave, vassal)

Real name: Quev (see above) + yraen (heretic, reel, riot, void)

Avoids using his real name for obvious reasons.

Age: 39 (Actual), 44 (Physical), Early/Mid-Twenties (Appearance)

Height: 152cm (5'0)

Sorcerer (Cursed): Level 4

#zurkhwood shadow #queve #whump #nonhuman whumpee #magical whump #conditioned whumpee #exhaustion whump #injury whump #touch starved whumpee

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la-santa-e-inmaculada · 1 year ago

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Sabes queV muérete no sabes quieres y nunca lo has sabido

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444names · 2 years ago

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spanish surnames BUT excluding "z" and including "e"

Abeana Aceira Acere Achate Achero Aferela Agenario Agerrena Aguendo Alcate Alcejo Aldensta Aldes Alegas Alineles Almescon Amales Andarre Anecio Anedo Aquelo Arabeda Arbahe Arcedra Areno Arochante Aroquero Arquer Arredo Arres Arrivello Arrobarte Arvero Aspellano Averon Bales Balite Bancen Bandego Banes Baolertua Baque Bares Bariega Barmeno Baruero Barvireon Batequi Bearias Bechas Bedrui Begun Beibas Bejos Belar Belas Belieto Bellaldo Belvo Benderra Bentes Bequi Berando Berasco Berasuana Berayor Berio Bermencho Berras Berrerdas Berro Bespies Betaba Bitanesia Blamade Blange Blomores Bones Breas Brental Brerruste Breta Brigueroa Bristeles Brude Cabela Cabrea Cacrivela Calbaluel Calegan Calerdo Calovelas Candrille Canocedo Canteja Canteon Cantes Carena Careraudo Caresmena Cariques Carrela Carreyda Cartafe Casecor Caser Caseroa Caspe Castache Caste Castre Catel Ceantoya Cebonto Cedra Celna Cenarria Cendre Cendros Centilor Cesca Ceveris Cheverlo Chojive Cingoredo Clarrenis Cobelas Coberres Cocena Conte Coresto Correta Correvas Cresibes Crujures Cubea Cubireyra Cuceda Cueles Cuero Debia Decassina Decio Delandin Delas Delevero Dellado Delles Dellon Delmanar Delmelado Delmeno Delovida Dencon Depeno Depes Derero Deriero Dersate Devas Deverra Dopero Dovarea Duserre Ecaro Ectos Egame Egaminto Elano Ellada Endurbado Entigo Erino Escampos Everon Evreyno Fabarey Fagostel Fauianges Favensuan Faviner Felacha Felartia Felorbero Feontro Ferdias Fieria Fortea Fragonte Franecha Fredelua Frejado Freras Frues Fuere Fuero Fueveda Garoseta Garterego Gavaleche Gentin Gonte Grade Grantea Gudel Guecto Guelano Guento Guero Guirete Guriemino Hechia Henta Herata Herna Herrio Hestan Hierosa Hueiradia Hueranos Huijeda Ibreta Irencin Ireno Italles Jatejo Jaudelfio Jelasan Jernes Julobarey Jurreta Labela Lanes Lanones Lapaldego Larres Lasero Lenda Lenes Lengo Limeras Linave Linte Livares Lleocia Llerra Llestoy Lonties Loperin Luperro Lusevel Macenavin Macisnela Maeno Maescocas Maleolas Males Manes Manocento Mantel Manter Maredes Margues Marres Marte Maste Matalente Maurte Menad Menca Mencigon Menda Menga Meniviro Menoa Merea Meroche Mestelon Milleo Mirerrata Mirey Monde Monerda Monses Montea Morcheno Morey Morrineta Mortesta Negos Nescas Nevia Nicens Niscace Nocaves Noviela Nuelleras Ocenciana Ocendia Ochave Ococeas Oldeler Omairante Oranetta Orcanes Oriellos Orridren Oyore Pabero Pacelo Padean Palbenar Palves Panespa Panterasa Pardarcer Parel Parnostes Parte Pastesta Pecenta Pechero Pedelado Pegas Pelares Pello Pelosla Pente Pepompin Perciega Perdada Perdelix Perelaida Perijo Perman Perra Perricas Perritiva Pescas Pinaverin Pinoviet Pinte Prantel Pregudino Preja Prellegra Pulejo Pumances Puporiego Pérer Quena Quera Questel Queta Quevad Queves Ravilles Recel Recoso Redos Regale Reides Relarra Remboa Reperia Rerserros Reruna Retebion Riesquel Riete Rilles Riscades Roiglejo Ronciegas Rontesco Rontiveno Ruberavas Rubilicea Ruencas Sabare Sague Sande Santale Santejos Sarte Satilver Saudioste Saviero Secas Selara Senavola Senovo Sentale Sepuelles Seronrria Seros Serta Sogarever Solose Soroste Sotel Tabidrede Termondo Terro Tiega Tielate Tisinter Tosallens Tralea Trendo Tricena Tumena Turquel Urega Urieray Urquel Vanes Varedon Varres Vates Velafo Velami Velano Velartido Vellal Vellona Venera Veraya Vernas Veroncho Videndo Viedo Vieloa Vierana Vierme Villego Villes Vindredo Virame Virelavea Virena Vuerdo Yerrosta Yravate

#444 names #444names

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