#Hybrid cloud adoption

[softweb-solutions]

This guide delves into the essential aspects of cloud adoption, exploring its importance for businesses seeking scalability, cost efficiency, and agility. It explains the cloud adoption process, covering key models like public, private, hybrid, multi-cloud, and poly-cloud. The guide also discusses the benefits of cloud adoption, such as improved collaboration, security, and disaster recovery, while addressing challenges like security concerns and integration complexity. Additionally, the content highlights industry-specific use cases for cloud adoption in manufacturing, logistics, healthcare, retail, and finance, offering actionable tips for successful cloud adoption and migration strategies.

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Exploring Hybrid Cloud Solutions: Benefits and Challenges

In today's digital landscape, the term "cloud computing" has become increasingly prevalent. But what exactly does it mean? And how does it impact businesses and individuals alike? In this article, we'll delve into the world of hybrid cloud solutions, exploring their benefits and challenges in simple, understandable terms.

1. Understanding Hybrid Cloud Solutions

Before delving into the benefits and challenges of hybrid cloud solutions, let's first understand what they entail. A hybrid cloud solution combines public and private cloud services, allowing organizations to leverage the benefits of both. This means that some data and applications are stored and managed in a public cloud, while others reside in a private cloud or on-premises infrastructure.

2. Benefits of Hybrid Cloud Solutions

Scalability and Flexibility

One of the key advantages of hybrid cloud solutions is their scalability and flexibility. Organizations can easily scale their infrastructure up or down based on changing demands without incurring significant costs. This flexibility enables them to adapt to fluctuating workloads and business requirements effectively.

Cost-Effectiveness

Hybrid cloud solutions offer cost-effectiveness by allowing organizations to optimize their IT spending. By leveraging both public and private cloud services, businesses can allocate resources efficiently, reducing overall operational costs while maintaining performance and security.

Security Concerns and Solutions

Security is a top priority for any organization, and hybrid cloud solutions address this concern effectively. By combining private and public clouds, businesses can segregate sensitive data and applications, keeping them secure in a private environment while leveraging the scalability and accessibility of public cloud services.

Integration with Existing Infrastructure

Another benefit of hybrid cloud solutions is their seamless integration with existing infrastructure. Organizations can retain legacy systems and on-premises applications while gradually migrating to the cloud, ensuring minimal disruption to operations and maximizing ROI.

Simplified Disaster Recovery

Hybrid cloud solutions offer enhanced disaster recovery capabilities by providing redundant backup and failover options. In the event of a system failure or data breach, organizations can quickly recover their operations and minimize downtime, ensuring business continuity and mitigating potential losses.

3. Challenges of Hybrid Cloud Solutions

Data Management and Compliance

One of the challenges of hybrid cloud solutions is effectively managing data across disparate environments while ensuring compliance with industry regulations and data protection laws. Organizations must implement robust data management policies and security measures to safeguard sensitive information and maintain regulatory compliance.

Complexity in Management

Managing a hybrid cloud environment can be complex, requiring specialized skills and expertise. IT teams must navigate multiple platforms, vendors, and deployment models, leading to increased complexity in configuration, monitoring, and troubleshooting.

Connectivity Issues

Connectivity issues can arise in hybrid cloud environments due to dependencies on network infrastructure and internet connectivity. Organizations must ensure reliable and high-speed connections to maintain seamless access to cloud resources and applications.

Potential Downtime

Despite redundancy and failover mechanisms, hybrid cloud solutions are susceptible to downtime, whether due to hardware failures, software bugs, or cyberattacks. Organizations must implement robust contingency plans and disaster recovery strategies to minimize the impact of potential outages.

Staff Training and Skill Set Requirements

Adopting hybrid cloud solutions requires IT teams to acquire new skills and expertise to effectively manage and optimize cloud infrastructure. Organizations must invest in staff training and development programs to bridge skill gaps and ensure operational efficiency.

Vendor Lock-In

Vendor lock-in is a concern for organizations leveraging hybrid cloud solutions, as reliance on a single provider can limit flexibility and hinder migration efforts. Businesses must carefully evaluate vendor contracts and negotiate terms to avoid potential lock-in and maintain flexibility in their cloud strategy.

Conclusion

In conclusion, hybrid cloud solutions offer a compelling array of benefits, including scalability, cost-effectiveness, and enhanced security. However, they also present challenges such as data management complexities, connectivity issues, and staff training requirements. By understanding these benefits and challenges, organizations can make informed decisions when adopting hybrid cloud solutions to drive innovation and growth.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

1. What is a hybrid cloud solution?

A hybrid cloud solution combines public and private cloud services, allowing organizations to leverage the benefits of both environments for improved scalability, flexibility, and security.

2. How does a hybrid cloud solution enhance scalability?

Hybrid cloud solutions enable organizations to scale their infrastructure up or down based on changing demands by leveraging both public and private cloud resources effectively.

3. What are the security considerations of hybrid cloud solutions?

Security concerns in hybrid cloud solutions include data protection, compliance with regulations, and ensuring secure access to cloud resources while maintaining confidentiality and integrity.

4. How can organizations address connectivity issues in hybrid cloud environments?

Organizations can address connectivity issues by investing in reliable network infrastructure, optimizing internet connectivity, and implementing redundancy and failover mechanisms to ensure continuous access to cloud resources.

5. What steps can organizations take to mitigate potential downtime in hybrid cloud environments?

To mitigate potential downtime, organizations should implement robust contingency plans, backup and disaster recovery strategies, and regularly test their systems to identify and address vulnerabilities proactively.

[ourjobagency]

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, the cloud has emerged as a transformative technology that empowers businesses with flexibility, scalability, and cost-effectiveness. Migrating to the cloud is no longer an option but a necessity to stay competitive. 

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork. 

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed. 

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze. 

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up. 

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails. 

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them. 

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour. 

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight. 

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down. 

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard. 

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you. 

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles. 

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear. 

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!” 

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention. 

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt. 

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered. 

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this. 

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack. 

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. 

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face. 

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance. 

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea. 

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone. 

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be. 

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away. 

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine. 

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying. 

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile. 

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look. 

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain. 

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions? 

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony. 

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness. 

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you. 

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today? 

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long. 

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you. 

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest. 

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him. 

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers. 

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits. 

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude. 

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it. 

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t… 

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief. 

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining. 

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left. 

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it. 

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence. 

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse. 

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly. 

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table. 

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk. 

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking. 

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly. 

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information. 

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight. 

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them. 

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention. 

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. 

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won. 

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head. 

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure. 

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. 

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him. 

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation. 

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said. 

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused. 

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away. 

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him. 

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Cloud's first impressions of personally meeting the Firsts?

*Zack and Cloud are standing outside Angeal's door*

Cloud: I'm so nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they're mean? What if Sephiroth kicks me out??

Zack: Dude relax. These are the most sophisticated, cool, responsible men in Midgar.

*Zack opens the door, Angeal is actively thwacking an angry plant with a stick*

Angeal: I KNEW IT WAS A BABY MARLBORO. NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE SCAMMED BY WALL MARKET PLANT SMUGGLERS.

*Genesis walks by in a red dress*

Genesis: Is this a good dress to seduce the leader of a foreign nation and flirt with him for info? Or is the visible garter belt a bit much?

*Sephiroth appears beside Zack and Cloud, no shirt, eye bags, hair a mess*

Sephiroth: I've just slept for 67 hours and had a dream where I was a spork, but I was happy because I had a loving fork mother and spoon father, but then my mother jumped from the cutlery drawer never to be seen again, and then the evil chef who looked suspiciously like Hojo from R&D took my father away from me, so I attacked him with my working tines and stabbed him to death. But then I was adopted by a beautiful knife mother who persuaded me to take revenge on those who created my fork-spoon-hybrid self.

Cloud: Am I on drugs

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Black Mamba XII

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi​​ Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*

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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table. 

You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of. 

When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past. 

Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.

The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.

You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger. 

You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.

You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.

You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. 

You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.

Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.

Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.

Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.

“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”

Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.

“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”

“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.

You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it. 

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”

Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.

“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers. 

Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.

“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly. 

You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.

Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again. 

There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.

It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more. 

Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.

Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.

It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.

Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.

It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.

Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.

“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. 

The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way. 

“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”

Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.

“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.

Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.

Did you miss something?

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I got you

Pairing: kitsune!Wooyoung × owner!oc

Summary: Y'all this is my first time writing a hybrid fic. Bare with me 😭💀🗿🧍🏻‍♀️

Warning(s): the return of Ajax, Wooyoung's heat is intense, cumming inside (DO NOT DO THIS UNPROTECTED), tail pulling (Woo's into that shit), pillow humping, messy blowjobs, daddy kink, body worshipping, hair pulling, riding

Genre: Smut with plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wooyoung watched as his friends were getting adopted one by one. He was happy for them, yet he was also sad since no one wanted him. As he curled his knees up to his chest, he heard the bell chime and another man enter the shop. His heart started beating wildly and he swore he fell in love.

He was tall, lean with a bit of broadness, had his black hair all messed up, and had his sleeves rolled up so Wooyoung could see the half sleeve on one of his forearms.

His tails started wagging as he stared at the ink on his arm.

The receptionist guided the man through the various hybrids still available and of course, Wooyoung was glossed over once again. It wasn't new to Wooyoung, but it still hurt. Before the receptionist could speak some more, the man spoke up.

"What about him?"

Wooyoung's heartrate accelerated as the man pointed to him. His ears perked up as he sat up straight.

"Um... I wouldn't recommend him, sir."

"And why is that? Huh?"

Wooyoung flinched when the man spoke harshly. He knew the anger wasn't directed towards him yet he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Because he's dangerous."

"I can be dangerous if you don't give me a valid reason."

"Sir -"

"My patience is wearing thin."

"He's a kitsune!"

A silence fills the air and Wooyoung felt his throat tighten as the man turned slowly to him.

"Hey you. Shift into your animal form."

Wooyoung obeyed immediately and shifted into his animal form. The man's breath hitched upon seeing the kitsune. His nine tails were spread out, his ears twitched, and his alluring red eyes stared at him with curiosity. He shifted back into a human and awaited the verdict.

"I want him. Final answer."

The receptionist bowed her head and walked over to the register to ring him up.

Minutes later, Wooyoung was standing in front of the man with a bag in his hands and big sparkling eyes.

"Are you adopting me, sir?"

The man's face softened and he smiled at the young kitsune as he nodded.

"Yup."

Wooyoung surged forward and hugged him tightly. The man returned the hug and kissed the side of his head.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung! Nice to meet you, sir!"

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ajax."

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That was three months ago.

Within those three months, Wooyoung has never felt more at home. Sure, Ajax was strict sometimes, but he wasn't like this every day. Wooyoung quickly learned that it was called 'tough love', and he was ok with it. Sometimes, the kitsune could be a little too cheeky for his own good so he was glad to have someone like Ajax humble and discipline him whenever he can.

Today was a cold day. The wind was blowing harshly, making some of the trees sway. People were holding onto their scarves and beanies as they all tried to rush home. The clouds were darkening, indicating that rain would come soon.

That didn't matter to Wooyoung though since he was sweating horribly and he was rutting against a pillow on the couch.

Quiet whimpers left his mouth as he moved his hips erratically. Those whimpers soon turn into moans that were getting louder and louder by the second. He was crying due to the unbearable pain and his body was growing warmer. He was so lost in his desperation that he didn't notice his owner coming home.

When Ajax closed the door behind him, he was immediately hit with the smell of dahlias and blood oranges. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, loosened his tie, took off his blazer, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt before walking over to his precious kitsune. He knelt down and brought the distraught hybrid's face closer to his so he could leave a searing kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung moaned out of relief into Ajax's mouth and shoved his tongue down his owner's throat as he tried to pull him closer. His strength caused Ajax to stand up slightly and fall on top of the kitsune. His tails wrapped around the owner's body and he pulled away to get a good look at him.

"D-Daddy..."

"Yeah? What do you need, baby?"

Wooyoung never called Ajax daddy unless it was during his heat.

"Need you... please~"

"Shh. I got you."

Wooyoung sighed in relief when Ajax kissed downwards starting from neck all the way down to his fully erected cock, which was poking through his boxers painfully. The kitsune giggled when his owner left light kisses all over his tummy. Those giggles soon turned into moans when Ajax palmed him through his boxers and yanked them down with ease.

"You know the drill, baby."

Wooyoung nodded and discarded his shirt and adjusted himself so he was laying down on his back. Ajax slowly grabbed the hybrid's cock and stroked him slowly as his lips lightly touched the base of it before slowly dragging them all the way to the tip.

"Please, daddy... please!"

Wooyoung yelped when he felt a smack on his inner thigh and a harsh tug on one of his tails. This caused a stream of slick to leak out of his hole and he felt himself blush out of embarrassment. Ajax simply chuckled.

"That ain't nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I told you that I got you."

Wooyoung sighed dreamily at the reassurance and watched with bated breath as Ajax slowly took him into his mouth slowly. He was left breathless as Ajax moved his head up and down slowly, his mouth open wide to elicit an occasional moan or whine whenever his tip hit the back of Ajax's throat.

He was glad Ajax was blessed with no gag reflex.

Wooyoung whimpered yet tried hard not to thrash around when Ajax took him in deeper and inserted a couple of fingers into his leaking hole. He looked up to see Ajax leave a strand of saliva on his cock whenever his owner needed to breathe for a bit before sinking his mouth back down.

Wooyoung grabbed Ajax's thick hair and tugged on it a bit, to which Ajax moaned at since he loved it whenever his kitsune had his hands in his hair. This caused him to go even faster and Wooyoung's moans rose in volume.

"Cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

Wooyoung vocalized his warning and Ajax merely smirked before going faster and faster so the kitsune can shoot his load down the man's throat. Wooyoung's mouth was still wide open when he felt himself release into his owner's mouth. Ajax swallowed everything and release Wooyoung's cock from his mouth before crawling upwards and kissing him straight on the lips again.

Wooyoung kissed him back and frantically tore off Ajax's tie before moving on to the rest of the buttons on his dresse shirt. He drooled at the sight of Ajax's bare upper body as the shirt was shrugged off. He reached for his belt and loosened that up before going over to his slacks and pulling down the zipper so he could whip out his owner's cock. Ajax laughed smoothly before grabbing Wooyoung's hands and pinning them above his head, to which he whined at.

"Daddy~"

"Have patience, baby."

Ajax adjusted both of their positions so he was sitting up and Wooyoung was straddling him after his slacks were pushed off and discarded.

"Ride me as much as you want. I got you."

Wooyoung nodded obediently and adjusted himself so he could sink down onto Ajax's massive dick. Wooyoung threw his head back and a high pitched moaned escaped his lips as he felt Ajax bottom out. He never felt so full even though they have fucked each other outside of the hybrid's heat.

Wooyoung soon started moving and both of them moaned when he moved up slowly and went back down quickly. The kitsune was moving at a medium pace yet Ajax was having none of it. He tugged on another one of his tails and Wooyoung hissed at the feeling. He got the silent message and willed himself to move faster.

"Fuck. I love you so much, Wooyoung. You're my precious kitsune. Fuck whoever always looked past you. You're mine. You're forever mine."

Wooyoung didn't respond properly to Ajax's heartfelt words as he felt his owner's lips kiss everywhere on his body. Ajax made sure he mapped out every inch of skin on his beautiful body. He wasn't one to leave marks yet he couldn't help but leave so many love bites and hickies all over the expanses of his tanned skin. As a result, Wooyoung brought Ajax closer to him. He wrapped his arms around his owner's neck, tangling his fingers into his hair once more. Ajax wrapped his own arms around the hybrid's waist and helped him bounce on his dick since the hybrid was growing tired. Chants of Ajax's name left Wooyoung's mouth and the man groaned in his ear.

"Fuck I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside! Daddy, please!"

"Fuck ok. I'm cumming. Shit!"

With one final thrust, Ajax emptied himself inside Wooyoung. He didn't stop until he was sure that everything was released. He slowly pulled out and chuckled when Wooyoung went limp and press all of his body weight onto him.

"Come on, Woo. Let's get you into a bath."

"Join me, J."

Wooyoung pouted and Ajax kissed his pouty lips before carrying his baby in his arms and walking into the bathroom so they could bathe together.

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Yn’s Info

Name: Yn Ln/Elapid (Adopted Family Name) also known as "The Crimson Queen" to all demons.

Appearance: a Hybrid Humanoid female with Deer Antlers, yellow-goldish Snake eyes, & Kitsune tails.

Age: 100,000+ (17)

Home: The Household of the Elapid, the Happy Hotel & etc.

Family: The Elapid snakes.

Good-Relationships: Alastor, Cherri, Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Husker, Niffy, Egg Bois, & Monty, Arackniss & Pentniss.

Bad-Relationships: Valentino, Vox, Mammon, & Velvet.

Likes: Drinks, friends, family, job, papering, music, fat nugget, reading, her pet gator demon (Maya), & color blue, red, black & etc.

Dislikes: Henroin (Angel Dust's Dad), Abusers, anyone that disrespects or touch her lovers, hungry power sinners, harassment, Backstabbers & etc.

Backstory: When she was alive, she was a kind, polite, determined, and hard workin student who went to college & got her master degree. she become an painter, makeup artist, fashion designer, & a musician. She owned 2 large businesses, a burlesque, a fashion studio & more. She wad described as an diligent angel to everyone. She always like spending her time outside looking at the sky to relax and sleep in the nice windy afternoon. But at that exact day, a bunch of jealous people kidnapped her and sacrificed her to hell in exchange for popularity and money.

Yn’s Children:

Yn + Stella + Stolas = Silver Moon Goetia

Yn + Fizzarolli + Asmodious = Félix

Yn + Carmilla Carmine = Odette & Clara

Adopted child = Isabel Owlette

Yn's Abilities:

             - Shapeshifting: Yn can change her appearance in order to fool/torment others.

             - Size Manipulation: Likely as another form of her shapeshifting, Yn can change the size of her body to that of a giant, although she has only been shown using this ability once.

             - Mind Control: Yn can use hypnotism to control other demons. Hypnotism is done primarily via eye contact.

             - Vast Dark Magic: Yn is shown to use dark magic, such as conjuring an ice cream, turning it into a monster, or restoring a broken precious egg.

             - Shadow/Darkness Manipulation: Yn can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. Darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but can also be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance. Yn can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.

             - Portal Creation: Yn is able to open portals to other places and dimensions.

             - Telekinetic Choke: Yn can use an ability like the force from Star Wars to choke people.

             - Shadow Teleportation: Yn is able to teleport by dissolving himself into a shadowy mist.

             - Superhuman Strength: Yn's physical strength is enough to kick throw people miles away.

             - Essokinesis: As a supernatural being, Yn can warp reality itself, like moving into a picture, or distorting her own mirror reflection.

             - Pyrokinesis: Yn can ignite and start fire when he gets angry.

             - Acid Vomit: Yn can vomit acid that is strong enough to melt anything it touches.

             - Dimensional Travel: Yn can travel between different dimensions and cross over different planes of existence or travel across various forms of reality.

             - Seductive Aura: Yn generates powerful, aphrodisiac, seductive bodily emissions which induce titillating pleasure and carnal desire while subtly lifting inhibitions. Those affected become fastly obsessed with Yn and feel extreme amounts of sexual attraction and sexual desire towards her on an instinctual and subconscious level.

             - Immortality: Yn was "Blessed" by a powerful being right when she entered hell, making her completely immortal. Not even holy or demonic weapons are able to kill her.

             - Flight: Using Yn's six angel like wings, Yn can fly at great speeds.

             - Divinity: Yn possesses an incredibly amount of divine magic that allows her to truly destroy and erase the souls of sinners and demons, killing them spiritually and physically.

             - Chaos Manipulation: Yn can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing her to manipulate probability or manipulate and even shatter reality. She's able to change, mutate, destroy or otherwise manipulate any matter, space/time, living beings, organizations or minds and spirits as well as containing it, so it doesn't spread and spreads only in a desired way.

             - Parafrosynikinesis: Yn can absorb, create, control, and manipulate madness/insanity of himself, others or the madness energy around, whether increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise enhancing insanity, even manifesting the emotional energy to physical level and gain power from it.

             - Spatiokinesis: One of Yn's most powerful powers. At the peak of her power, Yn is capable of tearing down and destroying the entire Universe at large, as well as rebuild it.

             - Deal-Making: Yn is capable of gaining more power through deals, granting her clients power that most sinners could never hope to achieve while at the same time taking control of her client's souls to keep them from using their new power against her and order them as she pleases.

             - Pseudo-Black Hole Generation: Yn can conjure powerful and devastating singularities capable of compressing and absorbing anything in their path.

             - Power Granting: Yn can bestow immense power into any entity of her choosing.

            - Self-Sustenance: Yn possesses eternal stamina and does not require food, water, sleep, or oxygen to maintain herself.

            - Atmokinesis: Yn can alter the weather across all seven rings of Hell to a seemingly limitless degree, but often in a way that depends on her mood, such as making it cloudy, sunny, or creating thunderstorms of many different kinds.

            - Angelic Power: God granted Yn with an astonishing amount of angelic power that rendered him naturally stronger than all demons and most angels without having to train a day in her life.

            - Wealth: Yn is one the wealthiest entites in Hell due to her business and status, which grants her the ability to have practically everything she wants.

            - Multilingualism: Yn is well-versed in human languages such as English, French, and Italian. He can also speak in both angelic and demonic tongues.

            - Nigh-Omnificence: Yn's creation magic is especially potent; She is capable of instantly spawning objects such as instruments, knives, swords, flowers, and books out of thin air, and can easily creating living organisms of her design with a casual snap of her fingers.

            - Forcefield: Yn can create forcefields around herself or anything she wants to.

            - Mentokinesis: Mentokinesis is the ability to control the mind, creating illusions, as well as covering Precognition: the ability to see the future.

            - Abstract Existence: Yn has the ability to embody an abstraction, such as a concept, thought, or information, and being immortal thanks to it. This power has a variety of uses, ranging from a high degree of control over the abstraction and its manifestations, the aforementioned immortality, or even being unaffected by abilities that can't target the abstraction.

            - Necromancy: Yn has magical abilities that revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death-force and/or souls for good (i.e., resurrecting the dead), evil (in various ways), or neither. She can also communicate with the deceased, either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge.

            - Essokinesis: Yn can create, change, destroy, or even alter reality just by thinking about it.

            - Control Over The Deadlights: Yn can control the Dead Lights which are writhing, radiant orange lights that are a mysterious but very deadly and terrifying eldritch form of energy that originate from the "void" of creation, the void being a space of complete emptyness, darkness and chaos.

            - Holy Swords: Yn has magical angelic like swords that are so sharp can cut through anything like butter.

            - Blood of Life: Because she's a sacrificed soul, she still haves her human blood mix in with her angelic blood that can make a dead rose turn back into a life rose when in contact or present.

THE HAREM

RULERS OF HELL:

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR

LILITH MORNINGSTAR

OVERLORDS:

ALASTOR

SIR PENTIOUS

MONTY PYTHON

The V’s (VELVETTE, VOX & VALENTINO)

ZESTIAL

CARMILLA CARMINE

ROSIE

SINNERS:

ANGEL DUST

HUSKER

ARACKNISS

BLITZO

MOXXIE & MILLIE

FIZZAROLLI

VORTEX

VAGGIE

CHERRI BOMB

NIFFTY

SALLIE MAY

LOONA

VEROSIKA MAYDAY

GLITZ & GLAM

BARBIE

7 DEADLY SINS:

SATAN

BEELZEBUB

ASMODEUS

LEVIATHAN

BELPEGOR

GOETIA FAMILY:

STOLAS

STELLA

OCTAVIA

And ETC.

STARKERS:

ANDREALPHUS

MRS. MAYBERRY

MARTHA

CHAZWICK

CRIMSON

PAIMON

STRIKER

SEVIATHAN VON ELDRITCH & HELSA VON ELDRITCH

MICHAEL (Lucy's TWIN BRO)

WANNABES:

GOD

LUCIFER'S BROTHERS

MAMMON

EMILY

ADAM & LUTE

ETC.

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Finished

Teen:

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He whispers, “have you ever just like realized that you’re about to be literally murdered?”

“Can’t say I’ve had that particular realization, no,” Zizhen replies with the air of a born badass. Jin Ling sighs.

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Even at age six, Senior Wei is lecturing us, Jingyi thinks hysterically.)

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(Or, Lan Xichen time travels, immediately goes about fixing things, and promptly confuses the fuck out of everyone along the way.)

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General:

it's your soul, by syriala

Wei Wuxian never said it out loud before, the fact that Lan Zhan just loved him for his body, and he’s surprised at how much it truly hurts him. The only thing Wei Wuxian always wanted was for Lan Zhan to love him, him, and not his body, just like he loves everything about Lan Zhan.

And now he doesn't even have his own body anymore.

Through Brush Strokes and Ink Lines, by cerbykerby

There is a painting of Wei Wuxian in the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian has no idea how it got there, and even less idea of why it is, specifically, in Lan Wangji's room.

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After waking up in Mo Xuanyu's body and being unceremoniously dragged to the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian makes a discovery.

(or: wwx and his cloud recesses shenanigans)

No, Wei Wuxian, You Cannot Divorce A Man You Haven't Married Yet!, by stiltonbasket (9 chapters)

"Have you heard? The second young mistress of Yunmeng Jiang broke her troth with Hanguang-jun and ran off to the Burial Mounds with Wen Qionglin!"

"Ah, poor Lan-er-gongzi. Breaking her sister's engagement wasn't enough for Wei-guniang, she had to betray her own intended!"

In which Wei Wuxian ditches the cultivation world, Lan Wangji goes grocery shopping, Lan Sizhui narrates his parents' love story, and Nie Huaisang is the only one who knows what's really going on. Prompt fic!

Unfinished

Teen:

so i cut the shackles and changed my name, by MichelleFeather

“A-Ying, should anything happen, should you be separated from us or find yourself in need of help, find Lan Qiren in Cloud Recesses. No matter what’s happened, he will keep you safe. He has sworn to me his home will always be open to you, no matter what.”

Following the advice of his late mother, Wei Ying runs away from Lotus Pier, knowing that if he were to stay, he would likely die at the hands of Madam Yu.

And, he finds, the Lan Clan is the place where he was always supposed to be.

Fall again, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

The one with the time travel.

this is our vow, by orro (🔒)

Waking up in Gusu isn’t a surprise but waking up as a teenager is enough to make Wei Wuxian scream, disrupting the precious silence of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian had been given a second chance when he was brought back to life. But this time, he can truly fix everything, and if he can’t find a way back then at least he can make some things right that he could never atone enough for.

General:

Blooming You a Garden Inside Me, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

After Wei Ying's encounter with the Waterborne Abyss, he sees the Twin Jades of Lan taking a walk. Curiously, he follows them and hears Lan Zhan's distaste for him. The first flower petal lands on his palm. Does Wei Ying have the hanahaki curse? Or is it something even more complicated?

This story started as an one-shot for a challenge and has been an ongoing multi-pov monster that fixes everything through angst, romance and lore.

The Sun is back, by Shanashe

Wen Ruohan's soul is attached to Wei Wuxian after his death. He lingers and witnesses all the canon events that follows.

Post Canon, he gets sent back to the past.

[kazerflame]

Behold! My child!

His name is Nox, because his au is named Denoxtale. [Im still working on his name. Cuz i haven't touched the au in like 2 years or so.]

Denox has no special meaning here, I took it from a napkin stand that said Dixie.

Info: [wip]

25 years old

Male

goes by he/him

Is 5"6

Has a mystery illness that weakens him. He's always a bit chilly which is why he wears his scarf and wool socks. The illness isn't contagious and cannot spread to other monsters or humans. The effects of the illness are; slow movement, tiredness, low HP, and drowsiness.

The illness affected him when he was 19 years old

Nox used to be in the royal guard and was one of the most powerful guards. But he still keeps in touch with the royals guards (mostly Undyne). Papyrus is being trained by Undyne under Nox's request.

No canon sexuality yet. You guys can ship him with your ocs and such! But please, no proshipping. DO NOT SHIP HIM WITH A MINOR!! You are free to tag me in fanart of him!

He's a chill person who won't be the one to initiate a fight.

Both him and papyrus were adopted by Gaster

The marks on his face have no meaning (yet)

Some doodles under the cut! And new character that just existed a week ago-

Small detail on his eyelids that isn't visible ---^

Casual outfit ---^

Old outfit w/ scarf ---^

Unfinished sketch of Nox and Revamped Koid (Now called Dalisto) first interaction. Dalisto has healing powers and when they first found Nox they offered to heal him and perhaps lessen the effects of the illness. It does work and now they stick together and travel to different universes.

Dalisto info:

As seen in the sketch above, they have an "infection" on their left arm. This is a slight reference to Koid who was the child of a hybrid between a skeleton and a monster bird.

Dalisto has deja vu moments when some things seem familar to them. They can't figure out why and roll with it.

Dalisto has two different personality's, kind and chill and murder.

Their face is covered by a 'cloud' of black smoke? lines? idk. It only covers the top part so their mouth is still visible

Pansexual

Stands at 6"2'.

Just popped into existence one day.

Neutral. Does whatever they want whether it'll harm them or benefit them

Their healing magic can also regenerate lost limbs and heals souls on the brink of death. If the the soul has vanished they will not be able to bring it back to life.

[becauseplot]

Y'all I have Thoughts about wither skeleton (hybrid?) q!Missa:

Death/skeleton aesthetic!! (Death Duo my beloved)

Wither-dust-like markings on face/body to make him look more ~spooky skeleton~ (For the face, I'm thinking in patterns like Día de Muertos make-up.)

Empty sockets with little, bright blue soulfires for eyes.

Thin/bony/skeletal hands with that lovely little black->skintone gradient from fingertips->elbows

If he shakes around, he makes a faint rattling noise. No one knows exactly where in his body it's coming from, least of all him.

Great with sword but frankly AWFUL with a bow. (Phil teases him relentlessly for this.)

Cold to the touch! This is because he has a very, VERY low-grade withering effect to everything he touches, which saps only warmth (not life) from others.

He DOES have the ability to wither others tho, so watch out >.>

When angry/upset, wither dust starts collecting around him in clouds until he's just a looming fog of death. (His soulfire eyes burn through the darkness like headlights and it is TERRIFYING.)

Loves the hot weather on the island! Somehow, it feels like home. He has a very high heat tolerance, and he wears cloaks/thick layers all day every day; meanwhile, warm-blooded mammal Phil---with his big black heat-absorbing wings---is dying. (Missa teases him relentlessly for this.)

Fucking PETRIFIED of dogs. Like, primal fear. He will full-on Scooby-Doo jump into Phil's arms at the sight of a pomeranian.

Wither skeletons learn to fight with weapons when they're very young, which is why Missa was so quick to give newly-adopted Chayanne a sword. He's very proud of his little warrior <3

If he holds bones/dead matter in his hands and concentrates hard enough, he can turn it into pure soul sand. This is great for making long-burning torches, camp fires, etc.

I might come back and add more! Feel free to share any ideas you might have :D Wither skeleton q!Missa lives rent free in my head.

[ourjobagency]

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, the cloud has emerged as a transformative technology that empowers businesses with flexibility, scalability, and cost-effectiveness. Migrating to the cloud is no longer an option but a necessity to stay competitive. 

[songmingisthighs]

Ignominy

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

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ch. i - frustration

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

As soon as San got home, he immediately chucked his shoes aside, not even caring if the leather's scuffed or if his soles scuff his floor. That's the housekeeper's business.

It wasn't unusual for him to get angry, especially after dinner with his parents. Well, anger is an overstatement. Maybe it was frustration? Discomfort? Whatever it was, he doesn't really know why some words that his parents used irked him so much so that he managed to bend a spoon with only his sheer distaste. His friends weren't much help either what with mocking his lack of sex life.

San poured himself a glass of scotch that he got after his dad signed a deal with a Canadian logistics company. He didn't know when he adopted the habit of drinking whiskey but he knew for sure he didn't do it because he wanted to. Drinking it makes him feel like he's 50, the fact that his dad even said that whiskey symbolizes wealth, success, status, all things every 50 year old man San knew has. The taste burn his throat but at least he could still feel something other than annoyance. The burn felt good.It had been so long since San felt things that he actually wanted to feel. Happiness, pain, anguish, disdain, distaste, doubt, and even pleasure.

Pleasure. How long has it been since he felt pleasure?

He could just imagine how his friends mocked him for "not getting his dick wet in a long while". It's not his fault that the heat suppressants killed his libido. But he was still able to have sex if he wants to. He was sure. He was... positive. Right?

San placed the glass on his nightstand as he pulled his tie off. Then his blazer, shirt, and suit pants came off, he left them to pool on his cold wooden floor. He stood there in the darkness of his room, buck naked, not knowing what to do first. It had been a while since the darkness became his friend, he found solace in the idea of nothingness and complete tranquil in silence. in it, no one can tell San what to do, what to take, ask him how he was feeling in the influence of drugs. But that never happened in the darkness, and he liked it.

His legs soon moved and he soon found himself under the shower head, letting the cold water hit him. Initially he wanted to take a hot shower but as soon as he high temperature enveloped him, he felt suffocated, his skin felt uncomfortable so he switched to cold water instead.

With closed eyes, he began lathering himself up with his hand and loofah. His neck craned, face facing the shower head on his bathroom wall, letting the water trickle down his face, freshening him up. Soon enough, he felt the temperature difference between the water and his hand and his brain started turning. He imagined it wasn't himself touching his own body, the hand that has now traveled down to his crotch wasn't his. Somehow he was able to concoct an image in his head of a woman touching him, the familiar touch indicated that he knew the person touching him well.

Soon enough, San found himself stroking his full rigid length. His head thrown forward, ducking as the hand that was initially holding onto his loofah had now abandoned the flimsy thing on the floor, swaying around to the current brough by the dripping water. With eyebrows furrowed and fist holding tighter onto his dick, he began chasing his climax with the help of the images conjured by his head. To help him add to his pleasure, his brain imagined a woman, San couldn't see her clearly as his brain was balancing between being clouded by lust and trying to urge his release. All he know was that he felt like he knew who she was, she felt so familiar, her skin glistened so beautifully and the way his brain imagined her being the one touching him, he was sure she had experience with him. As his hand picked up its speed. the image became more vivid in his head, he could even imagine the sounds she was making; moaning at how hard he was, how warm his cock was in his hand, how much she wanted him to cum in her hands, have his mess on her hands so she could clean it up for him. San let out a stuttered exhale, he was about to bust, he knew it. The girl in his head suddenly repositioned so she was kneeling in front of him, head looking straight at his dick while making the most pornographic whines, making it seem like she was hungry for his dick. That was it, San was so close, he could feel how his balls tensed up and his girth twitching in his hand, leaking more precum by the minute. It wouldn't take him much to cum now.

But the unexpected came instead.

When the girl in his head turned to look up at him, he was surprised that he saw your face instead. The face he hadn't seen personally in years. The image surprised him so much that he opened his eyes and he let go of his cock. San was frozen for a bit, not sure as to why he imagined you in the first place. It was a complete shock to him, he couldn't imagine why his brain would thought of you whilst masturbating.

Once he came back to his senses, San looked down and saw that he was losing boner fast. He was determined to reach his climax, cum, whatever you can call it, he wants it. But as he refocused in trying to bring back rigidness to his dick that's turning flacid, he couldn't help but kept thinking about you. His cock twitching as an indication at how he appreciate the thought of you. But San didn't want that, San didn't want to be thinking of you as he masturbate. So instead of trying to make himself cum, he was instead actively trying to not think about you whilst the movements on his cock never stopped.

"Fuck, come on," he groaned to himself as he tried hard to revive his erection. At this point it was no longer about him wanting to cum but trying to prove something to no one but himself and he hated it. With scrunched up expression and a grip that turned his knuckles white, San soon felt stupid. He felt childish for wanting to chase his climax so bad and it didn't take long for him to let go of his dick and slump on the cold bathroom wall with the water still raining down on him.

Emptiness echoed within him and his only companion was the leftover euphoria from his could-be climax, the mocking sensation of what he could achieve had he not thought of you. Why did he thought of you whilst trying to pleasure himself anyways? Why you?

Thoughts he didn't want floating around, clouding him, began flooding his head. It had been a while since he had thought of you, your whereabouts and even how you were doing as he stalked your social media. Usually, he did it from sheer curiosity but never because he longed for you. Romantically or sexually. Those thoughts remain in the past, where he intended to leave alone until maybe his deathbed.

With a chill that ran up his spine, San decided that it was stupid trying to make sense of things with his bare ass on the floor with the water running down on him like some heartbroken sad bitch in a chick-flick. Maybe he will never try to make sense of why his brain recalled you as he was gripping his dick because he felt that he wouldn't want to face the truth. Or you know, he didn't want to start thinking more and more about you.

So he turned off the water angrily, eyes glaring at the floor as his chest still heave but more steady than before. With a last disappointed sharp exhale of his breath, he left the shower to return to the cold darkness of his room.

Filled with frustration once again.

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Echoes of Two Worlds | KNJ

Pairing: idol! Namjoon x cat hybrid! fem! Reader

Summary: Trust is gained in drops but lost in buckets. Or in which you open up to Namjoon and he was left to dream that you'd want him forever. Singing a song only you two could hear, repeating the echoes of the two worlds that separated you yet united you at the same time.

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst is you squint, implied trauma, trust issues, love, (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.2k

~Prompt 6: Warming your hands by holding theirs

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: A soft and cute one for my darling Namjoonie! Let me know your thoughts in the comments please!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

It had been three months since you had gotten a proper home. Three months since you began living with Namjoon. Three months since you had been at peace.

Three months since you had had a home.

Namjoon had adopted you, taking you into his care after you became awfully attached to him after a photoshoot. The company had made the members take pictures with different kinds of hybrids to promote hybrid adoption and equality.

He disliked wondering about your past, knowing that it must have been traumatic given that you didn't talk much, your soft cat ears constantly moved with every single noise and you always made it to be close to him in a certain way yet you never touched him. Not even your hand found home in his much larger one.

You were currently walking next to Namjoon in a local park. It was cold outside yet snow hadn't fallen from the sky and you were -lowkey- kind of eager to see snow for the first time. Your time in previous shelters had prevented you from living such an experience, something you deeply hoped you'd be able to gaze at with Namjoon by your side.

Your hands were tangled in the front pocket of your oversized hoodie. He walked next to you at a slow pace, enjoying the moment, the silence, the peace he shared next to you.

"Are you cold? Do you want to get back to the flat?"

He looked down at you, noticing your ears flick towards him before your gaze found his own. You shook your head and he smiled at your cuteness, his hand itching for him to put his arm around you and pull you to him.

However, Namjoon knew how much you despised physical contact. He had never asked why, had never pestered you to give him a reason or an explanation, he simply respects your boundaries and allows only completely necessary contact with your consent first. Always explaining why it was important for him to touch you in any different way.

Like that one time you climbed on the counter trying to reach out for some snack and then couldn't get down on your own, he had to place his hands on your waist and gently set you down on your feet only for you to scurry away a second later.

Or that other time when your softail got tangled with one of your toys and he spent half an hour explaining why he had to gently touch your tail to free you from your toy and for you to not hurt yourself.

Any kind of physical touch between you and Namjoon had been limited to needed occasions but never had you ever initiated anything. And he was fine with that. As long as you felt safe and secure by his side, he didn't mind it. He'd love you just the same.

Your life had changed so much since Namjoon came into the picture, from teaching you how to live on your own terms to actually enjoying being in his company, you had changed a lot as well.

"You know, I saw a new coffee shop open down the street the other day, do you want to go now?"

With wide eyes, you looked up at him. He had to stop himself from kissing you right now. You looked so cute, so innocent, so beautiful. So you.

In all your simplicity and complexity. In all your glory and shadows. In all your fears and goals. You looked pure at that moment.

Genuine.

"Do you think it'll be too crowded?"

You asked. Your voice was soft like a summer cloud. Harmonious. Sweet.

"Perhaps, given that it is a new store. We can go another day if you'd like. No pressure at all, kitty."

You lowered your head in an attempt to hide the blush tainting your cheeks, your tail behind you moving softly with the butterflies swimming in your stomach at the nickname.

But then you looked up at him again, a soft smile over your lips as your tail moved from side to side.

"I want to go. I want to go with you, Joonie."

He smiled, dimples on full display as he went to grab your hand and lead you to the shop; however, he stopped himself just in time. His arm dangled by his side as he spoke once more, his voice ever so calm and delicate.

"Very well, let's go then."

Namjoon began walking in the direction of the coffee shop, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, you on the other hand were happily walking by his side. Feeling proud of yourself for wanting to spend time with him other than in his flat or the park at night.

This was definitely new for you and you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous. A sudden breeze made your hair blow softly as your ears fell back in pure instinct. A shudder travelled up your spine as you inched closer to Namjoon.

He nearly halted in his steps when your hand clasped his own. With surprise, he looked down at you. His eyes met yours in a sweet dance of emotions.

"I trust you, Joonie."

Your words meant the world to him. After three months of proving to you that you were finally safe with him, of teaching you there was nothing to be scared about when he was with you, of giving you your space; you had finally opened up to him. You had finally allowed him to be close to you in more ways than any other person wouldn't understand.

"Don't break my trust, please."

He nodded at your request. Something simple yet complex. something easy yet hard. Like an echo of a voice he once heard. Like the melody of a song he couldn't forget. It made his insides burn for you, his heart soared to life with the gentle touch of your hands in his larger one.

"I promise, (y/n)."

You smiled. That smile that melted his heart. That smile he'd die for. That smile that meant the world to him.

Namjoon continued walking towards the coffee shop with your hand in his own hold. There was a smile on his face, a thumping in his heart and a desire in his mind.

But for now, he was just happy. Satisfied that his patience had been worth it. You had come to him, trusted him on your own time under your own terms. He could only hope that this was the beginning of something he would surely treasure with his whole soul and heart.

Because he loved you and you loved him.

Even when you both belonged in different worlds, there was a song only the two of you sang together. There was an echo only you heard and a future he dreamt to share with you and only you. His darling, his kitty.

His love. 

December/28/2023

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[lunar-enigma]

My Wings of Fire OC, Ghast

This is an OC I haven't drawn in awhile! I've been messing around with different fullbody poses; the Wings of Fire How to Draw book has been a lifesaver when it comes to breaking things down into shapes. Additionally, this piece was originally going to have a mountain background, but I was tired while drawing it so I decided to do the watercolor sort of thing you see above. I think it turned out cool.

ABOUT GHAST!!

Tribe: Sky/Ice hybrid Gender: Male (he/him) Orientation: Aroace Occupation: Archer Residence: Claws of the Clouds Mountains Special Abilities: Firescales

Ghast was born to a SkyWing mother and an IceWing father, and to their dismay, he had firescales (even if they were only on the underside of his wings). The couple could not stay together due to tribal tensions during the Great War, furthermore leaving their young son due to fear of what their queens might do to him. Thus, he was adopted by his SkyWing grandfather and raised in the Claws of the Clouds Mountains where no one would find him.

Ghast learned many practical skills from his grandfather such as archery and foraging, but due to being isolated from the rest of the world, Ghast never learned how to interact with other dragons. He is quite afraid of the outside world and lives alone as an adult.

Here's a transparent version of the artwork: