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cannotcontrolher replied to your post: “Your dick’s that small, huh? My...
what the fuckety
some super random oc that i’ve never heard of responded to my International Women’s Day post saying that Gabe wishing a happy day to women is “a mistake” bc he “only gets with imaginary chicks” and i was just kinda
so i made that post and blocked em lmao
cannotcontrolher replied to your post: "Matt, what's your opinion of the 3rd street...
What do you have against our certified, organic Saint Grapes ™, Matthew.
“Is that what makes Saints Flow taste like shite?”
DID SYL ASK to enter phi’s place? probably not. did the guards appreciate that? the one who got tased probably didn’t. but here she is anyway, unnervingly wired with a louis vuitton bag full of booze and more cocaine than a columbian narco, which she practically throws on the counter in the kitchen.
‘ let’s go, bitch. ’
CANNOTCONTROLHER.
-👕 Really, she was just leaving. A toast in her mouth, car keys in her hand, all that stuff. Boss kinda hoped to catch her sister before going, but instead THIS is the sight in the corridor. Not exactly scandalous for one who owns literal strip clubs and is a firm believer in 'free the tiddy' movement, but it still earns him a raised eyebrow.
Send 👕 to catch my muse shirtless.
Gabriel stops dead at the sight of his girlfriend’s elder sistersneaking out of Sylvana’s house: not remotely out of shame,but because he’s just risen for the day and he’s still a littledrowsy. Clad in red boxers that peek out slightly from a loosepair of khaki cargo shorts, holding a granola bar he foundin one of Sylvie’s pitifully bare pantries, he unpretentiously bares his whole sunkissed upper torso: ironclad shoulders,pecs, and biceps, a modest amount of curly golden chesthair, and a soft belly. “Mornin’, sis,” he greets Phina, unfazed by her quizzical expression, and taking another bite of the bar. “Don’tcha wanna say bye to Syl? I can get her up … ?”
BOSS BATTLE FROM PHINA TOO
send me “boss battle”, and i’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.
throne of the demon thief by zelda reorchestrated.
you know i was gonna be nice and just give you a song i can picture these two just sparring like normal loving sisters but :)
first off it’s good to know that this song starts out as the theme used for the battle in which ganondorf uses zelda as a puppet to fight link. so you can probably guess where i’m going from there…aka: sylvana got in Too Deep w/ hermaeus mora and is all kinds of batshit crazy / disillusioned / emotionally broken / etc. which is very convenient for mora because…sylvana is so obsessed with being recognized and valued against her sister the dragonborn that she’s willing to destroy all of tamriel for the sole purpose of stepping out of that shadow. or at least, hermaeus mora kind of…planted that idea in her head, which is FILLED with an amount of forbidden knowledge that would probably kill most mortals in their madness. it starts out very slow and very still ( cue Dramatic sailor moon villain speech here ) but there’s a kind of sweet part!…where i imagine phina makes the plea that this isn’t sylvie, that mora is just using her…
which is…very promptly Cut Off lol. and the battle music starts again, very slowly ( WITH THAT GOD DAMN CELLO GOD DAMN ), and you kind of get the image of a serpent slithering into the scene as sylvana makes her entry into the battlefield.
but as you can hear in this song, there’s hints of zelda’s lullaby among all the kind of oscillating and delirious kind of melodies, because there’s still some scrap of sylvie, phina’s bookish lil sis, underneath all the madness and bitterness that is the archmage of winterhold, handmaiden of apocrypha. and of course phina doesn’t want to HURT her sister, mostly just defending herself against sylvana’s RELENTLESS magic attacks, all while trying to appeal to that sliver of goodness still left in her…which at first only makes sylvana angrier out of sheer frustration because she’s so !!! god damn invested and convinced in the “i’m not worthy of your love, i only want your FEAR” narrative that she just…only gets more intense with her attacks. the piano is very quick in running through its notes and the general rhythm of this part of the song is very fast-paced, which is consistent with sylvana’s fighting style being all about moving swiftly from place to place and never staying in one place too long, and generally using her magic to fight from a distance.
and of course since mages are shitty and tricky little fucks WITHOUT the influence of mora’s knowledge, sylvie is one of those bosses that just WON’T. FUCKING. DIE. she’ll summon all kinds of horrible shit from oblivion for phina to fight along the course of their battle, aka, the later part of the song, which is used for fighting ganon’s huge beast form. or, if you really want to go down angst lane, you can imagine these theme coming after phina finally has to kill sylvie :) but like every batshit megalomaniacal mage, necromancy is their one stop ticket to Having The Last Word, and so this last theme is phina having to fight her sister’s dead body :) and basically indirectly fighting hermaeus mora himself :)
[txt] :O [txt] cryin in th club [txt] cm to the irish bar in downtown i need to cry to someone other than syl or shaundi 4 once [txt] theres...only one irish bar so ull kno
Gabriel shows up at the appropriately cigarette-smoke-enshrouded Irish pub, playing the appropriate manic penny whistle and pipe music. He’s dressed intentionally conservatively, in his business casual work attire, a black leather jacket over a nice buttonup and belted slacks, to convey that this is a matter of friendship and nothing more.
He doesn’t expect Phina to make a pass at him, per se, so much as he knows Sylvana gets uncomfortable with their ostensibly more compatible, lackadaisical personalities, and Sylvana has eyes everywhere, and he doesn’t want to make his girlfriend sad.
“Your royal tipsiness,” he greets the raven-haired mob boss, with a crooked smirk, joining her at the bar. He raises a finger to the bartender and gestures at whatever exotic shot Phina’s just liberally ingested.
[txt] when am i not [txt] im good i have a ride [txt] did u kno that technically anything with a mass can bcom a black hole [txt] i could. u could. [txt] i wish i was a black hole and not a human person
[txt] yeah but we’d miss you sis xoxo
[txt] saw a snail today [txt] effervescent
[txt] R u high again. [txt] Look I don’t want to stress Sylvie out. Where do I pick you up?
