#xaer

[scaramogai]

— [x]🜁 / [x]aer [pt:] [x]🜁 / [x]aer

A term for those who are [x] or connect to [x] in an untethered, independent, and self-serving way.

PSD w/ layers here [link] ! While not necessary, I would love to see what you make, so feel free to tag me if you use it!

The symbol used is U+1F701 : ALCHEMICAL SYMBOL FOR AIR. As always, feel free to change any aspects of this term or the flag to better suit your needs. <3

— tagging : @radiomogai , @your-neighbour-coining , @symblabel-archive ( ask if you wish to be added or removed ! )

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @mihrstears :O 

Thanks for being a really good friend and always being there when I need to talk to someone. Thanks for also being a really great dm and telling really great stories as well ^^ Cheers to another birthday, another year older, and for being friends!

References

Matt Post Vine 

Commissions post

Wingman post

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Fletcher: *loses feeling in legs 5 hours later*

Xaer: *still asleep and not getting up after staying up for 48 hours*

Now that the semester is almost over I can finally draw some comics and read books. Fletcher is my dnd OC and Xaer belongs to @mihrstears

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Ended up drawing @mihrstears 's OC Xaer in Jason Todd's DC Rebirth outfit because well.... aesthetics. Rouge aesthetics. I used procreate for this and i feel like it's not that bad for coloring for the first time XD (3 am sketch? 3 am sketch) Oh and xaer controls shadows, so spooky XD

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Fletcher and Xaer ( @mihrstears ) art dump u.u

We love a angsty guy and a sunshine boi

(Ps. That eyepatch that fletcher wears is fake af what a poser)

[the-egginator]

if you wanna know how deep in I am, I am now creating fleshed out backstory relationships for characters that aren’t even mentioned directly in descensus

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How to encourage your low self esteem rogue bf.

The blonde rogue, Fletcher, belongs to me.

The edgy rogue, Xaer, belongs to @mihrstears

OG post 

[wrenthewitcharchived]

@diaforetikes

There was a smile on her face.

Steam was coming off of her skin with each drop of cold rain landing on it. A fire has danced on her hand, crawling from the tips of her fingers to her shoulder.  Though, she stopped for a moment, her fingers curling.

"...what?" she looked to the ice demon. "What is it?"