Mar 16, 2023
I've played this game called Able Black a long time ago and I saw old screenshots of it that I've had and it just reminded of DSU with Haurchefant. This Meteor 100%. Hey, @ritterblood what's up I missed you
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I've played this game called Able Black a long time ago and I saw old screenshots of it that I've had and it just reminded of DSU with Haurchefant. This Meteor 100%. Hey, @ritterblood what's up I missed you
I have a playlist for Jewel and Kakos, with the lyrics that sort of tells their story. Each title links to its song. Under the cut because it’s long.
Property Part 1.
THE PROPERTY WAS SOLD TO MR. TESLA IN APRIL OF 2021, and was purchased on the grounds of his approval. it is an old house with much work refurbishing needed throughout. There is an en suite shower room and a family bathroom. To the second floor is a large landing and two further double bedrooms. To the exterior is a pretty walled garden and garage. security has been instructed to strict rules that visitors without a pass must only be allowed in at night.
The Estate is dominated by productive rolling arable farmland with a small section of pasture paddocks close to the main house. The Arable land which extends to approximately 513 acres comprises mainly Grade 3 farmland with two distinct soil types. The western portion of the estate is predominately steep ground and is made up of shallow lime-rich soils over chalk or limestone. To the east of the main house the land is flatter and comprises slightly acid loamy and clayey soils. The arable land is farmed on a standard rotation basis and is let on a Farm Business Tenancy with a term to run until 28th September 2023.
The woodland on the estate extends to approximately 184 acres and is strategically located to benefit the Estate's private shoot. The woodlands are primarily deciduous with distinct groups; mixed broadleaves and conifers; broadleaves and conifer. Less than 8% of the woodland is classified as ancient woodland and a significant area was planted on farmland throughout the 1980's and 1990's. The woodlands generally have level to moderate slopes but are located in undulating topography which allows for harvesting and extraction to be carried out by conventional means. The Estate currently benefits from the Woodland Regeneration Grant.
Doodle one of your characters!
(Except if you meant writing only, ahh- Feel free to ignore).
I originally did mean writing, but this is definitely doable, so I'll take it!
So, the following two images are some quick (very quick) sketches of the same character in two forms.
This is Kiera Todd, my main OC. My self-insert, if that's what you'd call it. I'm not sure if you still call a character a self-insert if you put them in a completely original work. Whatever you'd call her, she represents me. A dramatization of my flaws, but also who I aspire to be one day.
In my written universe, all humans are able to "unlock" the ability to shift back and forth into one non-magical animal after handling a piece of a certain enchanted stone. The piece forms into a charm that represents something about the person, which may or may not be very significant. A person's potential animal form is fluid before they attain it, but cannot change once they have their charm. You don't have to keep wearing your charm to shift.
Kiera's is a little bottle with some unidentified shiny liquid in it. She thinks it represents the interest and later job she found in potionmaking. Her animal form is a white wolf.
The main thing about her that makes her relevant to this blog (and the thing she struggles with most throughout her story) is that she's a Healer. If you haven't gathered what they do by now, they can heal living things by swallowing them whole. Having this power makes Kiera feel inhuman and monstrous, which she struggles with greatly. Despite how she feels, she's definitely still human.
The first creature she healed was a bird with a broken wing that she found on a walk when she was a child.
She was not born a Healer, but became one at a young age. Once you become a Healer by any available method, it's permanent, no matter what you do. She did not become one by conscious choice, and now, she has to live her whole life that way. This is another thing she struggles with.
I'll refrain from infodumping any more on this single post. I do eventually want to make a detailed post all about how she got her powers and how she lives with them, but that's gonna have to come later.
Forgive the messy drawings, by the way. It's kinda late and I only just got the motivation to draw.
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||Starter -- @wdvoided || Closed ||
“Tickets, please.”
In movies, Sans distinctly remembered that particular question always being asked after passengers had boarded a train. That was what allowed for some rascal to fake a pair of tickets, only to find out he got the color of the ink wrong and had to go make up some wild excuse as to where his supposed legitimate ticket had disappeared to.
Apparently, humans had wised up since those days—lil’ bit, at least.
“here ya go, pal.”
Luckily for him and his traveling companion, they had fairly purchased and correctly inked tickets from the get-go, and wouldn’t have to worry about jumping off the curved edge of a railroad in order to avoid certain jail time. Though, admittedly, that would have been an interesting sight to see. Maybe more so than sitting across from the monster who had once been his boss. Lab partner. Fellow nerd-enthusiast.
Looking back, it was hard to say if they had actually been friends.
The thought was more somber than he cared to admit.
Regardless of whatever they had once been or not-been, though, it didn’t change the here and now, and maybe wouldn’t have even mattered. Either way, so many years had passed since those far away days of long white coats and scribbled in log books—felt like years, anyhow—maybe it genuinely had been, hard to say. Depended on what definition of time was being used, how it was being measured.
The humans had some song that talked about that, actually. Sans recalled that it was from a musical. Which, really, he wasn’t much a fan of in general, more Paps thing, but sometimes they weren’t so bad. This one made a good point if nothing else. Could define the passage of time in a lot of different ways. In daylights. In sunsets. In midnights, in cups of—
“Coffee?”
Sans looked up, having barely settled into his plush seat before a skinny apron-clad human came to offer a fanciful pot of what looked like freshly brewed joe. He kept his grin friendly. “yeah, sure. why not. thanks buddy.”
The little ceramic mug that had been pre-placed before him just so, with all the elegant set up of some fine-dining establishment, was slowly filled until a sliver of steam rose above its lip. It had that dark roast smell, the sort he had come to associate with expensive shops and imported grinds. Which was nice and all, but the coffee still just tasted like coffee. He added the provided packet of mojo and a very small amount of milk, but nothing else.
LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS
just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !
tagged by: @za-baransu thank you !
tagging : anyone who wishes to do this .
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:
001. arrogance .
002. seriousness .
003. self-confidence .
004. pride.
005. dedication .
VOICE / GREETINGS / SPEECH PATTERNS :
001. possesses a noticeable german accent . so , his Ws become Vs , his Vs become Fs , etc . a region-specific dialect is to be determined , personally .
002. his specific patterns are particular . his vocabulary seems to be quite formal . but , i do personally believe his delivery can be interpreted as casual .
003. has a very loud and commanding voice . also , occasionally rolls his Rs , a trait both in english and japanese ! thank you !
COLORS:
001. crimson / scarlet . namely in the form of his glasses . lends an almost uncanny look to his appearance, or an intimidating one , in the right light .
002. white . as in his uniform .
003. silver . with strong blue undertones . the silver cage . the color of manipulated reishi .
004. green . representative of forests dark and looming . a place he had spent much time in , when outside of his military duties .
005. black . the supposed color of his aura . interpreted as the conqueror . intense . harsh . the absence of light .
SCENTS:
001. leather , being deeply polished and cared for . the tanned hide of a kill .
002. blood , but not his own . blood of man , blood of monsters .
003. sweat , something he washes away daily . of course , his duties are physical , and exercise is a hobby . it's bound to happen .
004. metal , gunpowder , and the iron scent that comes off of rust . hot smoke . cold steel . there is something menacing about it .
005. pine , as forests deep and dark . a man's cologne . from the woods of the hunt . something natural .
CLOTHING:
001. his wandenreich uniform is a slightly altered variation on the standard . garnered with a thick , dark belt , leather heeled boots & a white mantle . it's the little details that mark him as an important , commanding figure . stupid little hat included .
002. favors leather & fur , all sourced from his hunts or purchased and eventually tanned himself . has more than one fur coat . owns a fur-lined red and white cloak for more formal wandenreich ceremonies . it is worn on top of his regular uniform ( minus the mantle ) , and paired with two decorative , red-handled sabers . all of his black-colored accessories he wears are leather .
003. outside of his uniform , quilge's fashion varies . usually , though , he wears fancier , dandy-types of clothing . being from a noble family historically , quilge's family could afford such . even in adulthood , he thusly dresses rather elegantly . colors and styles vary , of course , but he could also be described as having a more eccentric taste , as well .
004. whatever THIS is . absolutely post-war looks .
005. giant platform boots with a big , ol' heel . or , even just boots with heel , in general . click click click click . that's all .
OBJECTS:
001. his military saber & personal sword , der freischütz .
002. the sternritter medallion , which houses the captured spirit of zangetsu . timeline dependent , as per my plot with eli's ichigo . :)
003. his belt is modified to holster and reinforced various tools / objects . namely smaller in nature , such as his hunter's horn , a number of knives , rope , etc .
004. a small , pocket-sized journal . has larger ones he keeps inside of his personal chambers at silbern . but , quilge enjoys what can be kept on his person , as he travels and hunts often . he journals when he hunts , as it helps him sort his thoughts when he's alone . during his deployment to hueco mundo , he wrote about it . he keeps notes about his fellow sternritter . he keeps notes about his hunts , his prey , even thinks of publishing hunting guides based on this information . he will draw the anatomy and bodies of monsters he's hunted . quilge is a rather talented artist in a technical sense .
005. owns a vast number of weapons from numerous eras and cultures . a personal collection . some of it is brought to silbern . most of it is at his ancestral home , a jagdschloss in the german forests . quilge personally favors bladed weapons , but knows how to use a variety of guns , as well as other types of weapons .
VICES / BAD HABITS:
001. sadism . of any kind . quilge is a man made by his cruelty . it is flesh and bone real inside of him . in a particular reply , he had said that it is also his "food and drink." that might be an exaggeration , in that context , but someone like quilge , it feels like he was made to make others suffer .
002. zealotry . quilge , very obviously , has a deep faith in yhwach , his beliefs and his goals . one core belief he holds is that yhwach will succeed in the merging of realms , and that everyone quilge knows will thusly be reborn in this new world . and he screams about it every time he gets the chance to . of course .
003. the culling of the weak . sure . let's consider his low tolerance for weakness and fear a bit of a vice . it ends in killing , and that's always a vice for him . he will make plenty of excuses to be absolutely barbaric to even his own men .
004. a competitive attitude . quilge always never really liked his siblings . he easily deemed himself better than them . an absolute cain instinct . while not always manifesting in bloodshed, however, his competitiveness still drives in numerous ways . with his comrades , it can be more lighthearted . with his enemies , it will be deadly . he can AND WILL sit atop a pile of corpses when he's finished .
005. possessiveness , and an ultimate desire for control . the conqueror . the jailer . the butcher . the hunter .
BODY LANGUAGE:
001. a very straight posture when standing . extremely practiced and perfected . it's almost intimidating .
002. conversely , there's times when quilge is sitting down , and his posture can be more of a wicked slouch . he does this purposely . almost always crosses his legs with sitting , as well . hand on his chin or a carved cheek .
003. the slight gesturing with his hands . pointing , holding an open hand , waving his finger back and forth teasingly . sometimes , however , quilge's gestures are far more theatric and dramatic , taking up a lot of his space around him . it depends on his mood .
004. quilge has deep , widened smiles . normally , they are quite dark and indulgent . he smiles easily , and it's usually associated with his cruelty .
005. this is a special aspect for my ship partner @guadanya , but quilge and nnoitra share specific whistles and motions with each other . it is practiced between them , and only something they share . should they be separated or apart , visuals and auditory cues between them could be vital . this was , obviously , quilge's idea .
AESTHETICS:
001. the hunt . aside from torture , the hunt is his favorite . his sacred gathering . his holy work .
002. torture devices . divine instruments for the angel of torture .
003. chains , hooks , rope , riding crops . a double meaning for a man like him . ties directly into his work & his play .
004. german folklore / german fairytales . stories that were passed on from his parents to him , and take some presence in post-war . upon returning to germany , quilge shares some of these stories with his husband . his reishi sword is also named for a german folklore story , as well .
005. angels . views himself as one of god's angels . he deems what he does "holy work," and will often claim that he is "tormenting the wicked" by what he does . of course , given his vollständig's appearance & his zealous mind , it's not too surprising that he thinks so highly of himself .
SONGS:
001. ich tu dir weh // rammstein .
002. leather terror // carpenter brut .
003. prelude to das rheingold // wagner .
004. human trophy collectors // filmmaker .
005. bait and switch // KMFDM .
He makes a point to find the man alone, away from that revolting feral thing of his. There was very little Äs could care to discuss with the Jailer, very little interest even in his existence, but that was becoming taxing on his immediate surroundings. He stops at a distance, head tilted to the side. ❝ You need to stop, and I'm not asking. ❞ A few steps were taken forward, void eyes as lifeless as they could be. ❝ I do not care what you claim as your duty towards Celeste, but it is now mine. Do not touch her, do not threaten her, do not be anywhere near her unless you can impersonate a jesuit. Want to torture something? Torture your pet. Just get out of everyone's way, you help no one, you serve no case, your zeal is twisted. Should you keep behaving like you do now towards me or mine, I will pay on the same coin, but I doubt the former 5th can last much of what I do. ❞
THE BEAST SLUMBERS WITHIN HIS CHAMBERS . he had grow tired in the long winters , but even more here , where the winter never seemed to die . his handler had learned that , in their time spent together . it would be best , he now knows , to leave him to his lonesome , behind bars gilded with care . his master would return . he would be there when he stirs awake , released , READY TO DEVOUR HIM ONCE MORE . for now , of course , the only company the jailer is the crackling fire . the occasional voice carries on through the hallways , his comrades , trainees and fellow soldiers . only to fall quiet once more . a pen gently prods at a journal’s sheet , coaxing its way beneath the ink . it’s been some time since his last entry , he’s noticed . and it’s in that silence , brief as it were , that the jailer feels something else join him . a unease that causes him to still his writing , a tenebrous stain left atop the page . to some , it would’ve been enough to stop the heart a moment . but it is nothing more than a passing moment to him . quilge doesn’t need to turn his attention to know who it was . it was a signature unlike any other’s , delicate & intricate as a spider’s web . a catcher of flies . upon reishi-needle thin and ruinous would the finger only prick to be dragged under his magicks . the fear stalks in silent as one’s own shadow , the room nightmare-cold in his wake .
äs speaks to him in what rage such an abyss could muster . a rarity for a being so numb . the hunter had set his writings down , and leaned towards the other , listening in a hard-won silence . it was the least he could do , for now . and every word , a dreaded sincerity . he wasn’t asking , indeed .
did his cruelty have a point ? did it ever need one , or did he have to have one ? was it worth anything to anyone if it didn’t ? quilge had rarely asked himself any of these questions over the more recent years . of himself did he ever question ; SURE AS THE GLORIOUS DAWN WOULD BREAK GOLDEN RAYS UPON THEIR MAJESTY’S EMPIRE . QUILGE NEVER DOUBTED HIMSELF . he had known his place . had won it from the clutches of his weaker , piteous family . had belonged here , as any other worthy of their ranks . after all , what was a palace without a dungeon , an executioner’s block ? who else would bestow GOD’S JUDGEMENT unto the guilty ? the bird-girl , celeste was her name , wasn’t among the guilty . she had done nothing to earn such scorn , though quilge’s scathing touch never reached her . he had broken her without so much as reaching a single finger upon her . a feat that was rare for him . there were many reasons saints would cry ------ AND HE’D GIVEN HER PLENTY MORE . and it wasn’t even the extent of his cruelty . he had known , had proven , that he could be far crueler than anyone else . that agony was his favorite feast , suffering was his beloved wine . at his table , lavish amongst the other finery , she was not allowed to be ( she'd never wish to ) , lest she herself be dined upon next .
“ fine . ” agrees the jailer . he doesn’t lie . had made it a point not to . holy beast , angelic slayer , master of the hunt , chainer of souls or god’s executioner , whatever he truly was , he had never lied . the fear’s anger , primal-dark words seeping behind rotted lips , sounds horrifically clear . quilge stares back at him , his glasses removed by a gloved hand to bestow another brutal gaze upon his company . his eyes are a venomous teal , lids heavy & drawn down in a casual ease . there is no panic , no terror , within him . at once , quilge’s gaze is tired and savage . ancient yet ageless . one could say that he feels nothing , but then , that wouldn’t be completely true . he motions as he folds his glasses up , setting them inside of his pocket . “ i’ll leave her be . celeste is yours to do with as you please . i won’t care . i won’t even care what you do with that other arrancar woman that you have your claws in . not that i cared , in earnest , of course . it was always about wringing every last drop of hope out of them . ” quilge then sighs a moment , exasperated , his palm resting on his sharpened chin . “ i think i’ve succeeded in that regard . ------ oh , look at you , angst . so angry . why , i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this angry before . ” he cannot help but give him a sadistic grin . even his anger , he enjoys . the pain he’s caused .
not that he really plans on ever being truly nice to her . they weren't going to become friends . he wouldn’t wish to , felt no care nor curiosity ------ the thought almost made him vomit . to mold her into another soldat , if possible , was all he’d wish to really see now , and even that was beyond his own jurisdiction .
to be kept with his beast was his preferred solitude , anyhow . his favored , beautiful prisoner , and the hunter’s most impressive capture of all . it had to have been fate . he’d known how much nnoitra craved his violent touch , his cruel words , more than anyone . he’d wondered how many times a day he’d need it . numerous , even , to get his fill , matching his beast’s own desiring need . love that turned to maddening devotion . love that could devour and kill all of the realms , were it provoked as the beast it truly was . and perhaps that was the only fear the hunter now possessed . or rather , it held onto him , sharpened fangs digging through his soul . for anyone else but himself to harm his nnoitra . his beloved monster , fearsome creature he’d tamed , and chained their obsessions together . bound them past death . his true , and only , love . despair-ridden and wanting . quilge loved him for his gorgeous ferocity , his perfect cruelty , his darkened hunger . there was no one the hunter’s equal , because his equal was no human , but a monster .
then , quilge bristles at the mention of his heart . the praying mantis , the moonlight he’d hunted by . holds a snarl close in his throat , but never releases it . feels his entire body tense at the very thought . the rage that seethes within him . a blind bloodlust that he’d sworn he’d buried long ago . he is quiet , but there is a momentous tremble in the jailer’s leather grip . a murderous twitch . but he calms himself . he breathes . all he would have to do is comply , and nnoitra wouldn’t be harmed . how strong his love was of the body , but how fragile his mind could crack into ruin . he’d seen it . bared the brunt of it , so deep & ravenous , all-consuming , all he could do was offer him his body to feast upon . in hopes that he could sleep gently through the night after devouring him .
he gathers his writings , and stands , attentive towards äs . “ that will be your first and only threat towards nnoitra , ” a proclamation met with a held gaze . “ but , your points are taken , äs . i presume that’s everything you wish to discuss , then ? i’ll take my leave . ”
@tatarfora
Do you find that with quilge & nnoi, quilge has a lesser need for the hunt, or does their relationship only heighten the need for the thrill?
character relations asks : tentatively accepting .
*smacks hands together* okay . very good question . and thank you for the quilnoi theme , i do so love talking about them . :^) the short answer is , yes ... somewhat , anyway . there is now a bit of a lesser need for the hunt , now that he has nnoitra as a husband . not that that really ... lessens his desire to hunt outright , nnoitra just willingly agrees to be hunted down by quilge . they're immortal . they're insane . they're in love . they're kinky . what do you think they're going to do ? but now , for the long answer .
that's honestly a bit of a wild concept to think about . because ------ to start , quilge viewed nnoitra , literally , as a wild beast sent by fate to him to be captured . i'm fucking serious . not that there was ... immediately , a sexual desire to his actions . he did think he was attractive , he is his type & he values his unique appearance and likes his confidence . quilge , an audacious man himself , admires audacity , too . but his desire for the hunt , something he speaks extremely highly about and is a treasured aspect in his life , is extremely important to him . hunting was the first skill that he was ever really taught , outside of quincy-specific things . even before torture . just about anyone can hunt , but it absolutely takes patience . it is such a valued skill in his personal arsenal that he's the executive hunting captain now . so , when he was assigned to hueco mundo to bring back strong beasts , only to come across an espada , he felt ... extremely blessed . everything else was tossed out the window . THIS was the rarest monster he would ever hunt . he considers it the finest hunt of his life . and it was an extremely violent one , at that .
quilge massacred his own men just to get them alone ------ he didn't want anyone else to touch him , this was his hunt . nnoitra mauls him so badly that it leaves a permanent scar on his upper arm . he starts beating quilge over and over . and quilge responds by forcing him off , beating him back , dragging him off by his hair . and then they have another murder-chase . quilge beats him up some more , but he never really aims to kill him . he doesn't WANT to kill nnoitra , only draw out their fight , and strike him in enough places to strategically weaken him . he later dragged nnoi back to the encampment ( nnoi might have immense raw power , but he's really lacking a lot of the stamina , practice & discipline quilge has ) , and he struggled & screamed the whole way . he doesn't even use the jail yet because he didn't want to . he only uses the jail a little later on him , and nnoitra still struggles inside of it . but he can't escape it . no one's ever really ... captured him . and all that strength he possesses is getting him nowhere . it doesn't matter how loud he screams , or how hard he swings his sword . he isn't getting out .
neither of them ever experienced something like that before , really . quilge , with a monster of immense power and ferality . and nnoitra , with a man who can finally cage him , and put a stop to what he's doing . they're pretty much evenly matched , but their fortes are in different areas . they could easily have fought for much longer . and it's in that rather raw period of time , that quilge realizes he was right . he was right all along , actually . that was the best hunt he'd ever had . he had found a magnificent beast : one that didn't hold back , one that was actually , truthfully , monstrous . he thinks about his own orders that were given to him by the higher-ups . that he should bring back any of the strong-willed arrancar , the powerful and the brave ( so much so that it borders on stupidity ) , to silbern . and have them fight alongside the wandenreich . he doesn't ignore his orders . it just so happens that he'd found and captured one of the most powerful beings in all of hueco mundo , and he isn't going to let him go . he wants to hunt him again , and again , and again , with that same intensity . he claims that nnoitra makes him sick , but he's actually very fascinated by him . likes him inside of that cage more than he'd like to admit . the idea of keeping him . yes , his feelings venture into petplay territory . of course they do . and nnoitra is just so monstrous that it ... clicks in his brain , too .
since their relationship became more legitimate & established , they engage in consensual , organized hunts against each other . it's absolutely a part of the primalplay fetish . but also , they're insanely strong immortals , so it gets way more bloodied & intense . and sometimes , it even lasts for days on end . they've realized they can indulge in those desires , and engage in those desires that only they can , because most other people WOULD PROBABLY DIE or NOT BE INTO IT . it is very intimate to them , but probably VERY fucked up to other people . lmao . nnoitra said that there's "no one else" for him , and vice versa , and i believe that .
at the same time , however , they're both evil murderous men who love to kill other people . they even kill as a pair . and their love doesn't lessen that in the slightest . killing and violence are both deeply engrained into their being . in some ways , being together heightened some of their murderous desires . some . quilge kills to keep nnoitra fed on a diet of cannibalism , sometimes . nnoitra still kills when he's upset , or depressed , but will encourage him to find people to torture so he can watch ( he loves it when his husband is mean ) . there's times when they both admit that they just HAVE to kill , maim , torture and consume . but they also satiate each other in ways that aren't murder . they both proclaim they love each other , too . and yet , they could kill someone the next moment . kiss kiss . heart emojis everywhere . so their love never dulled or softened their hearts nor their other desires . nnoitra is a born monster . quilge is a man who became a monster . and if anything , they bring that out more than any other . it's an important part to their relationship .
as one could guess , being attacked by quilnoi in battle IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE . you'd think that just one of them on their own is enough , well . quilge has taught nnoitra numerous commands ------ he can communicate with him through whistles , for example . he's teaching him how to summon his own reishi bow . he's also teaching him to be more patient and strategic at swordplay . they're also both long range and close range fighters ( nnoi's terasa has a chain that can be swung around ) . while not exactly in perfect , pristine sync when in combat together , they're definitely a very deadly pair if anyone really has the misfortune to come across them . which , however , is quite likely given the fact that nnoi refuses to leave quilge's side .
nnoi is greatly attached and dependant on quilge for ... a number of reasons . and quilge , in some manners , feels the same way . although he doesn't have the same disposition as nnoitra personally , he does ... need him and is also equally as attached . they're also both intensely possessive over the other . nnoi , more vocally and outwardly so . if anyone so much as threatens , insults , even so little as looking at quilge , nnoitra is thinking about killing them . lmao . if you hurt quilge , nnoitra will have to be held back . taking him away from him would literally make nnoi go insane . nnoi ... at this time in their relationship , only has quilge . no fraccion , no other espada , no leader . so he's just hanging onto this weirdo sternritter man like his life depends on it .
nothing and no one will separate them . not even the fucking auswählin .
so , in the end , the answer is that , yes , some of quilge's more sadistic desires have been satiasted . FUCKING HOWEVER , not even his love will keep him from being awful , and his own consort encourages that behavior . wild , huh ?