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Model references for Sandrone - Genshin Impact (updated version)

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Model references for Hurlock Variations (Charlotte) - Genshin Impact (updated version)

Model references for Whispers of Stars and Smoke (Citlali) - Genshin Impact (updated version)

I’m baaaaaack~ Haven’t posted for a while as I’ve been suuuper busy recently, but managed to draw a Lilia amidst the chaos 🦇 I’ve wanted to draw him with a vampire squid for a while now, cause he kinda reminds me of one 🦑 That’s not too much of a stretch, right?

But twsties dont want to see that. They dont want to see that their faves can do wrong too. Every one can be evil or good depending.

Instead, they fall for the exaclty what the narrative says to do against lol

Azul is in need of service!

It is no exaggeration to say that the NRC students suffer from volatile temperaments, the issue being emphasized by the constant overblots from the omegas. How might Crowley help his pupils? Ah! He knows how! Assign them to a service alpha!

support/service alpha: an alpha designated to look after an omega who is in high risk of emotional misalignment, carrying the duty to soothe them.

gn!reader; alpha!reader; sfw

When Azul received the news that Crowley wished to talk with him privately, he had many theories of what could be the reason. Perhaps he would finally give more leeway to Mostro Lounge, beg Azul to get rid of the blackmail he has of him, or concerns about the school. 

He wasn't expecting for Crowley to figuratively throw him on the lap of an alpha. Worst of all, you also looked horrified at the suggestion of attending Azul until further notice. 

And how could you not be? Not only you've barely escaped from his overblot, but no further contact was established between both of you after the incident, diverging paths and both walking in their own directions. 

For Azul, the mere idea that he needed a service alpha was beyond him. Crowley must be out of his mind for suggesting an alpha that possibly has bad blood with him, but also almost no interaction whatsoever. 

“It's a match made by the sevens!” The Headmage exclaimed, “Oh, I'm so generous to give Azul such a gentle alpha to look after him! And you, dear prefect, will always be accompanied by one of the brightest students of Night Raven College, take this as an opportunity to learn a thing or two.” You looked at him with a vacant expression, so Crowley made sure to add, “... and earn extra points.” 

“Headmage,” Azul called for his attention, fixing his glasses gracefully, perfectly concealing the tremble on his hands, “I believe this is a quite sudden… request. You must acknowledge that both me and the prefect have other priorities instead of looking after each other.”

“Are you implying my judgement of character is failing? I assure you, Ashengrotto, I only have my students’ well being in mind.” Crowley failed to mention how authorities were turning their eyes to NRC, wondering why so many overblots were happening in a short period of time. 

No back and forth would be able to sway Crowley's decisions, Azul was familiarized with his antics, how he pushed students into a corner, forcing them to move according to his whims unless they wished for greater consequences. If Crowley had decided that you'd be tasked to the role of Azul's support alpha, then there's no escape from it.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Are you aware of what being a service alpha entails, prefect?” Azul asked once he'd dragged you to Mostro Lounge, in the privacy of the VIP room. He rummaged around his desk, looking for paper and his pen, drafting a contract he would not permit to go unsigned. 

“Like a service dog,” you murmured, shaking your head at his haste. 

“Good enough.” At this point, he would accept any answer, “Decades ago a service alpha would never be heard of, though in recent years it has become quite normalized.” 

Support alphas didn't exist, if an omega was in need of someone whose scent and personality was meant to soothe them, then they'd be deemed as “crazy” and “improper for mating”. What did exist was support omegas, forced into arranged marriages made to tie barbaric alphas with doting omegas. 

To be compared to those kinds of creatures was an offense.

“The headmage is certainly out of his mind- I mean, overconcerned about my psyche. However, I'm certain he'll find a way to keep his eyes on us.” 

With graceful dexterity, he extended the contract to you. It recognized that both you and Azul would strive for a peaceful acquaintanceship, he would perform at his finest to guarantee your school performance is not affected by him, and you would make sure to act in ways to avoid stressing him out. 

“I don't need you to perform the duties of a support alpha, but I shudder at the thought of the headmage summoning us to another meeting. Whenever you're free, come to Mostro Lounge and sit pretty, that's all you need to do.” 

“Hm, as long as this arrangement lasts.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

A routine was established, though Azul was unsure on how to feel about it.

You'd wait for him in the hall of mirrors, walk him to class, and leave him be for the rest of the morning, exchanging quick greetings when your paths crossed. When classes came to an end, you'd wait for him and head to his club, then leave for whatever duty you had for the day. When club time was over, you once again met him and made the path to stay at Mostro Lounge for the rest of the day. 

Azul could see how exhausted you looked from adding responsibilities to your schedule, though you tried to hide it behind a calm façade and words of reassurance. Quietly, he asked for Jade to make whatever drink you liked, placing it on the coffee table close to the couch you always rest on. 

Not many words were exchanged at first, including each other in their daily routines, but analysing the other from a set up emotional distance. 

Truth be told, Azul didn't know how to act when he was alone with you. It was one thing if only the tweels had seen him break down, but not only you're also one of the witnesses to the incident, but also regarded him pitiful enough to offer him words of consolation in the museum. 

Alone with you, he felt nervous. 

He couldn't help but clean his throat and fix his gloves incessantly to alleviate the tension in his body. Heart thundering in his chest when he noticed your attention on him for far too long. 

Worst of all, he learned you apparently didn't know how to deal with him too. 

When the room became too awkwardly silenced for your taste, you'd talk about how your day went, the antics you got with your friends, what content the professors were teaching, or any fun fact your mind could conjure. Azul, maybe because of his commitment to his businessmen persona - or because he was genuinely entertained with what you brought to his attention -, answered politely, indulging your subject of the day.

When you felt he was slightly off, no reassurance of his would be able to sway you, doing your best to help him in his daily tasks and even distracting the twins when they became too fussy, making chaos arise in the restaurant. They aren't lenient with their jobs, but discourteous customers ignite their troublesome behavior in the working environment. 

Even if Azul disagreed about his need for this kind of therapy, he couldn't deny he felt a weight has been lifted from his shoulders since you stormed into his life. 

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Azul never knows what you're thinking.

“I hope you enjoy it.” You said before leaving him in his classroom, handing him a bento seconds before. 

Azul is extremely strict with his diet, hardly ever permitting himself to eat unhealthy, every calorie, carb and protein was heavily considered in his meals. He wasn't sure you'd be careful about his diet. 

But as lunch time approached and he sat with Jade and Floyd to eat, he also took the bento you prepared for him. As he opened the box, he was met with a post-it and carefully wrapped food. 

The post-it wasn't a love note like he has seen couples in NRC gifting each other, not the “love you lots”, “hope you have a great day", “you're amazing". There’re no words saying you cared for him written, merely a list of ingredients used in the meal, how many grams of each and the calcs for calorie, carbs, fat and protein, perfectly balanced for his taste. A single phrase at the end said “don't skip your meals".

The post-it had more words written than every other love note, yet no caring messages of a loving couple were penned. And despite this, Azul has never felt more seen, you had no business going out of your way to learn about his diet, you noticed when he pushed himself too hard and was uncareful, you cared enough to insert yourself in it. 

Azul thought to himself, if this isn't a sign of care, then what is it?

Truly, he doesn't know what to do with you. 

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

You left him out of his mind. 

After his overblot and the disgraceful scene he displayed before you, where his utmost fears of his childhood were on a show for everyone to see, Azul promised himself he would once again bottle it all up, no eyes being able to reach the ugly parts of himself. 

Yet, you're too perceptive for your own good. 

“You don't need to talk if you don't want to.” 

Azul believed you had an alarm going off in your head anytime he felt sad, lonely, or frustrated.

Your scent steadily became softer, warmer, a gentle pull to Azul's instincts looking to soothe him. His inner omega immediately relaxed, nose twitching to get more of the scent. A rumbling sound came out of your chest, intended in consoling the omega. 

Over time, your hands sought home on his back, slowly drawing circles at its expanse. And Azul progressively became comfortable enough to fall into your arms, rambling about his troubles when it turned too much to bottle up. 

You always asked him for what he needed before he vented, emotional support or a way to fix it. 

Azul has certain difficulty in connecting with others and admitting he holds affection for them, his illogical, scared self fears that anyone who interacts with him has an angle, a plan to turn him into their laughing stock. Yet, he could never sense evil intentions coming from you, genuine worry and care seeping through your scent even when you tried to suppress it.

If this is the case, and you're too kind for your own good to never use his vulnerabilities against him, what can he do other than attach himself to you?

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Azul is a greedy man. Though he would vehemently deny it in the face of others, everyone, including himself, is able to see through this lie. 

“Do you need something?” You asked once he halted in front of your usual seat a bit too long. 

“I have everything under control,” Azul would reassure, before starting his theatrics, “granted, I could use a bit of your help…”  

In reality, Azul had taken a liking to giving you tasks around Mostro Lounge, preferably working with him. No matter how meaningless, effortless it seemed, just so he could spend more time with you. 

Though you had a tendency to talk with him when bored, or because you felt like it, it wasn't guaranteed you would give him any attention if you're busy with your own assignments. However, while handling the restaurant's matters, you felt obliged to ask for his input before making a decision. 

Azul's fault for not giving you many directions, for this purpose only. 

It was also simpler for him to initiate conversations related to his work, nervousness being masked by professionalism, “If you had anything to wish from the Sea Witch, what would it be?” 

“Why would you like to know, another contract?” You laugh it off, teasing, Azul took notice of how serene you looked, not even thinking he was going to lock you in a dead end deal. 

“You wound me, you know very well contracts are mutual decisions,” he shook his head, voice a pitch higher than usual, decisively playing into your foolery.

His question came from a desire in his heart of trying to get to know more about you. Your wishes, what inspires you, who do you look up to, are all questions that he feels strangely possessive over for your responses. Like owning those answers would mean an opportunity to make your relationship official. 

And isn't it a strange thought? Azul, who didn't wish a support alpha, ended up trying to find ways to woo you, and make silly plans just so you’d talk to him. The words from Crowley when he coerced this idea on both of you surfaced in his mind too many times in the last weeks, “a match made by the sevens”.

He refused to ever thank Crowley for it though. 

“So…” you dropped the task at your hands, invading Azul's personal space as you leaned closer to his face, a playful smile threatening to take place, “if I told you all my secrets, would you make my dreams come true?” 

The whisper brushed his lips, travelling down in his body and forcing a shiver out of him. Azul's eyes locked with your impish ones, completely rendering his breathless, his heart felt like escaping from his chest and he needed to regain his space before doing something stupid. 

He placed a hand on his desk to get up and run away, but as soon as he began to get up, his shaky hands failed him and he slipped. 

The scene played in slow motion in his mind. Your face contorting in panic, hands trying to reach for him. The back of his leg hitting his chair, pushing it back and making him lose any slight balance he may have had before. 

When his back hit the floor and you shuddered a single “Azul, are you okay?” he felt like disappearing. 

He needs his octopot, he'll never look you in the eye again.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Like many times before, Azul tried to find a loophole in the contract, anything that could secure what you both have at this moment. 

The adherent accepts to avoid actions that would distress the grantor, consenting to amiable socialization. 

A vague line, though Azul hadn't meant to use it to his advantage when he drafted the deal. His intentions back then was merely to be able to share a room without petty disputes, not bringing up the past or stirring new disagreements. 

“Here, for you,” you said as you gave him a plate with peeled oranges, but before you could go back to the couch and peel more for yourself, Azul held your sleeve, carefully standing up - he refuses to let clumsiness get the best of him in front of you once again.

“Prefect, if you excuse me, I was reading our contract once more.” With his mention, you looked down to his table, the deal shining brightly within the other documents, “I fear you aren't complying to every requisite as of now.” 

“I'm not-?”

But as you looked up, instead of finding a cunning Azul ready for his strike, you found a flustered mess of omega, blushing face and unconcentrated eyes, quivering hands moving up to rest on your shoulders. 

He gave you a shake of his head that was supposed to be suave, but it came off as desperate, nervous by the scheme he had in mind. 

Azul tried to look you deeply in the eyes, but once again failed. With a deep intake of breath, he closed his eyes, leaning into you. Your vision was full of a rose-hued Azul, pouted lips and a tight grip on your shoulders, worthy of the octopus. 

“Is it within my services to provide kisses?” your words were like a bucket of cold water, taking Azul out of the trance that this was not the perfect plan.

“It's within your services to not stress me!” like not rejecting him, and what a great source of stress you've become now. 

You looked at him with pure contemplation, and Azul felt as if he was naked under your studying gaze. He tried to backtrack immediately, hands moving away from you like you're hot iron. Retreat and save face.  

“Ah- forget this happened, this was a mis-”

“A contract is a contract.” you interrupted him before he could run away to his room, before he could decide to never step in the same room as you again. Hands grabbing his waist and bringing him flush to your body, your lips descended onto his. 

Azul, for the first time in his life, understood what “taste of victory” meant, it was hidden between the crevices of two lips, sweet and waiting, pliant to his will. 

You're careful when guiding him, incentivizing him to follow your pace, humming in praise when he catches up with you. It was dreamlike, Azul could feel his heart pumping in his eardrums, he feared you could also hear his erratic heartbeat. 

When you stopped the kiss, Azul had to be reminded to breathe, dazedly staring at you. “Does this mean I'm officially acting as your service alpha now?” you teased, and Azul could only rapidly nod, unable to find his voice even as he clutched your arms to remind himself that this is real.

Model references for Mourning Butterfly (Hel) - Aether Gazer *Please note that her released model is missing textures for her parasol

*Tumblr REFUSED to upload her references, you can find the full versions in the Google Drive

Model references for Pyrois - Zenless Zone Zero

It was only an offhand comment from him, seeing some of his dorm mates getting excited for the holidays, it reminded him of his own childhood, his grandma didn't have the money to buy the toy he wanted, but that's okay, Ruggie knew that they were struggling, so he never asked for anything, he always told his grandma that speeding time with her was enough for him, but even so his granny would save up some money to buy him a tasty treat.

"I would rather spend my money with food anyways." It's what he tells you, after casually telling you one of the most saddest stories you've heard "money is never wasted if it's spent on food y'know?"

He spends that winter with his granny once again, and when he's back from his home, you give him a present.

"it's just a simple gift, but I hope you like it." You sheepishly tell him.

He gives you a shocked look at first, he wasn't expecting anything, especially cause he knows Crowley isn't exactly generous with your monthly allowance, greedy bastard he is, are you trying to gain a favor with him? Or maybe Is this a prank? Is he going to open the gift and get some coal? He gets it okay, sorry for stealing your lunch that day, you don't need to bully him.

After he's done gently unfolding your present, his eyes immediately lock on the toy car in front of him, it's a simple red one, the types he would see the other kids play with, but even a modest little car like that wasn't something his family could afford.

"I know it's not what you expected but I hope you like it- Ruggie are you crying?"

"No I'm not! I just got some sand in my eye dammit!!"

Legend has it there was once a Prefect at NRC.

The Prefect appeared one day with chaos at their heels.

Not much is known about them as an individual, but they are known for their achievements.

They stopped great calamities that befell the Island of Sage.

At times, even stopped Twisted Wonderland from unraveling.

Not much is known about what happened to them.

Some say they returned from whence they came.

Some say they chose to stay.

Some say they even found romance or traveled the world.

But there is one aspect everyone agrees on.

They were cherished by all who knew them.

And they, in return, loved them just as much.

It is no wonder the Great Seven became the Great Eight in homage to the Prefect and those who lived in Ramshackle Dorm.

A statue of three ghosts, a chimera, and a hooded figure made of marble commemorates the newly established dorm at the Main Street of NRC.

Now you may wonder, what does this dorm represent?

It is based on the spirit of the Prefect of Legend, the one known to tame even the mightiest.

The Ramshackle Dorm is for those who do not belong. Those who have the potential for greatness beyond any normal means.

Now take the hand before you, for you have been chosen.