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Altan, a Xaela man, is fresh out the shower with a cigar in one hand. A towel is draped around his hips - on the cusp of falling off and practically holding on for dear life. The drops of water cascade along his form while he leans on a wooden frame. He is staring directly at the viewer with his one eye while the other one remains lightly obscured frmo the angle. The rays of light are warm upon his face, and there is the faintest hint of a smile adorning his features.

Altan, a Xaela man, is fresh out the shower with a cigar in one hand. A towel is draped around his hips - on the cusp of falling off and practically holding on for dear life. The drops of water cascade along his form while he leans on a wooden frame. He is staring directly at the viewer with his one eye while the other one remains lightly obscured frmo the angle. The rays of light are warm upon his face, and there is the faintest hint of a smile adorning his features.

β€” s'it gettin' hot in here, or s'it just me?
↳ comm for @rivalwings.bsky.social (I LOVE YOU FOR THIS)

[ #ru:altan | #adonedits | #crococomms ]

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Sybil, a Viera woman with a blindfold on is seen on one knee before a ledge as she does a cathartic scream into the abyss beyond. Her clawed greaves drip blood over the edge, as does her rapier and the edges of her coat. Behind her, three voidsent lay motionless, all with their own swords impaled upon themselves, presumably by her doing. Blood pooling from their lifeless bodies trickle in excess over the edge, staining the stone a deep crimson.

A motif of bloodied jaws surrounds her, as does light rays from the skies above.

Sybil, a Viera woman with a blindfold on is seen on one knee before a ledge as she does a cathartic scream into the abyss beyond. Her clawed greaves drip blood over the edge, as does her rapier and the edges of her coat. Behind her, three voidsent lay motionless, all with their own swords impaled upon themselves, presumably by her doing. Blood pooling from their lifeless bodies trickle in excess over the edge, staining the stone a deep crimson. A motif of bloodied jaws surrounds her, as does light rays from the skies above.

β€” unleash all inhibitions.
↳ gpose comm for @bombarianspecial.bsky.social, tysm!

Β» [ #adonedits | #crococomms | tw: blood ]

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β€” tear me apart before i do
↳ gpose comm for @anasilencia.bsky.social! tysm! πŸ–€

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Malkia is held in the arms of a different Zlayer as the latter traverses a mountain of skulls. Black wisps are shifting from Zlayer's hair, encircling both women as skeletons attempt to take hold of them.

Malkia is held in the arms of a different Zlayer as the latter traverses a mountain of skulls. Black wisps are shifting from Zlayer's hair, encircling both women as skeletons attempt to take hold of them.

β€” theomachy.
↳ comm for @dreambourne.bsky.social, ft. @thezlain.bsky.social

Β» [ #adonedits | #zlainstudio | #crococomms ]

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Penelope, holding a glass of champagne, has it tilted close to her lips. Her gaze is fixed onto the viewer, with a light smirk curling on her features.

Penelope, holding a glass of champagne, has it tilted close to her lips. Her gaze is fixed onto the viewer, with a light smirk curling on her features.

β€” stay long enough to find out.
↳ simple edit comm for @sephtriste.bsky.social

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