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Optimising Inventory Management

A Comprehensive Guide

In today's fast-paced business environment, effective inventory management is crucial. It encompasses tracking inventory from manufacturers to warehouses and ultimately to the point of sale, aiming to have the right products in the right place at the right time. This article explores the importance of inventory management and how Fabory's Logic solutions can streamline your inventory processes, boost efficiency, and reduce costs.

Understanding Inventory Management

Inventory management supervises a company's inventory, including the processes for producing, ordering, storing, and selling products in the market. This includes managing the warehousing and processing of raw materials, components, and finished products, keeping a company organised and responsive to market demands.

The Role of Fabory Logic in Enhancing Inventory Management

Fabory's Logic Smart Logistics & Inventory Solutions offer a range of innovative solutions tailored to your organisation's needs. These solutions provide flexibility and control over costs while ensuring smooth production operations.

Innovative Solutions by Fabory Logic

RFID Smart Shelf: Automates reordering and delivery, enhancing warehouse efficiency.

Weight Scale Cabinet: Provides real-time insight into stock levels, suitable for dynamic production environments.

Optical Bin Service: Simplifies stock replenishment and minimises errors.

FastScan Self-service: A digital solution for easy and efficient inventory management.

The Benefits of Onsite Merchandising

Onsite Merchandising by Fabory offers several advantages:

Streamlined Purchasing: Simplifies ordering and storing stock items at your location.

Time-Saving: Reduces time spent on inventory management, allowing focus on core tasks.

Customised Support: Tailor's stock and ordering activities to your company's needs.

Reducing Total Cost of Ownership (TCO)

Fabory's solutions aim to minimise the TCO by optimising inventory levels and reducing unnecessary costs. Efficient inventory management prevents both stock shortages and excesses, thereby enhancing profitability.

Leveraging Technology for Inventory Management

Fabory integrates advanced technology like MyFabory for real-time access to online ordering, order status, and consumption reporting. This aids in optimising inventory levels and eliminating unnecessary costs.

Customised Solutions: Kitting and Labeling

Kitting Services by Fabory

Fabory's Kitting service customises the packaging of multiple items into a single package, aiding in efficient assembly and reducing the complexity of inventory management. This service is tailored to various applications, including production, assembly, and aftermarket scenarios.

Advantages of Kitting

Efficient Assembly: Custom packages shipped as a single unit for streamlined assembly.

Waste Reduction: Grouping related items reduces waste and simplifies reordering.

Simplified Reordering: One item number for all parts needed, minimising management complexity.

Labeling for Efficiency

Labelling streamlines inventory management by providing quick insights into stock levels and simplifying the ordering process. Fabory's labelling solutions include custom barcodes and stock lists to track item usage.

Specific Benefits of Labeling

Warehouse Organization: Well-organised stock levels for efficient management.

Error Reduction: Decreases incorrectly ordered items by using accurate stock lists.

Support and Customization: Fabory provides initial barcode labels and training, with ongoing support available.

Enhancing Shop Floor Efficiency: Pick and Put to Light System

The Pick and Put to Light system by Fabory helps shop floor employees efficiently replenish stock, preventing errors and increasing efficiency. It uses a visual system to guide workers to the correct stock bin, streamlining the process and minimising mistakes.

The Pick and Put to Light Process

Scanning Empty Bins: Activates a green light on the stock bin, guiding the employee.

Bill of Material (BOM) Scanning: It shows precisely which articles and quantities to take for complex orders.

The Role of Technology in Inventory Management

Digital Solutions for Modern Challenges

Fabory's digital solutions, like MyFabory and FastScan, offer 24/7 insights into inventory consumption and streamline the ordering process. These technologies enable businesses to manage inventory more efficiently and adapt to changing requirements.

Technology-Driven Inventory Management Benefits

Real-Time Insights: Continuous monitoring of stock levels and consumption.

Efficient Ordering: Easy and quick offline ordering processes through FastScan.

The Impact of Inventory Management on Business Operations

Streamlining Operations with Fabory Logic

Fabory's Logic solutions optimise inventory management and contribute significantly to the overall efficiency and productivity of business operations. By integrating innovative solutions such as RFID Smart Shelf, Optical Bin, and FastScan Self-service, Fabory helps businesses streamline their processes, saving time and reducing errors.

The Role of Technology in Modern Inventory Management

The integration of technology in inventory management is pivotal. Fabory's digital solutions, like the MyFabory platform and FastScan app, provide real-time insights into inventory levels and facilitate efficient reordering processes. This technology-driven approach ensures that businesses can respond quickly to changes in inventory needs and maintain operational continuity.

Inventory Management as a Cost-Effective Strategy

Effective inventory management goes beyond just organising stock; it's a strategic tool for cost reduction. By optimising inventory levels, businesses can minimise the total cost of ownership, reducing waste and avoiding unnecessary expenses. Fabory's solutions are designed to help businesses achieve these cost savings while maintaining the quality and availability of their inventory.

Customised Inventory Solutions: Meeting Unique Business Needs

Fabory understands that one size does not fit all in inventory management. Their range of solutions, from Kitting to the Pick and Put to Light system, is customisable to meet the specific needs of different businesses. This personalised approach ensures that each business can find the most effective solution for its unique operational requirements.

The Future of Inventory Management with Fabory

Looking ahead, the role of inventory management in business success is set to become even more significant. As businesses continue to seek ways to increase efficiency and reduce costs, solutions like those offered by Fabory will be at the forefront of this transformation. By staying ahead of technological advancements and adapting to changing market needs, Fabory is positioned to lead the way in innovative inventory management solutions.

Embracing Innovation: The Future of Inventory Management

Advancing Towards a More Efficient Future

As businesses evolve, the need for advanced inventory management solutions becomes increasingly crucial. Fabory's commitment to innovation positions them as a leader in this field. Their solutions, like RFID Smart Shelf and FastScan, combined with the MyFabory platform, embody the future of inventory management, where technology enhances efficiency and accuracy.

Sustainable Inventory Practices: A Key to Business Growth

Sustainable inventory management is not just about reducing costs; it's about creating value and ensuring long-term business growth. By implementing Fabory's Logic solutions, companies can balance maintaining optimal stock levels and minimising waste, contributing to a more sustainable and profitable business model.

Final Thoughts: The Integral Role of Inventory Management

Inventory management is a critical component of a successful business strategy. As Fabory demonstrates, effective inventory management solutions can revolutionise businesses' operations, leading to increased efficiency, reduced costs, and improved customer satisfaction. The importance of robust inventory management systems cannot be overstated in a world where the pace of business continues to accelerate.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can I request Yandere Byakuya with a gender neutral reader(if you do those) who is the ultimate delinquent and they are very aggressive and hot headed, stubborn and just overall not a pushover at all. They care but they will absolutely beat the absolute shit out of someone?

Yandere Byakuya Togami x Ultimate Delinquent Reader

He’s not inherently fond of you

You’re supposed attitude, your dress, and your ultimate title

all point to a character he does not know or is fond of

The absolute opposite of an Ultimate Affluent Progeny

No money, no prospects, nothing to your name but your reputation for delinquency

And after all that you couldn’t even become the ultimate highschool level gang leader

That role was manly taken

It's his mistake for taking you for a complete idiot

Losing his cool during the trial as you reveal his trickery and outside intentions with the investigation

“What?! Did you think I was an absolute dolt?!”

He also doesn’t expect how quickly you put him in a headlock as you spit in his ear

“Don’t. Ever. Include me in your crackpot ideas again, got it?!”

“F-f-fine…b-but I can’t help you if you look like an idiot-"

You tighten your hold

Having Sakura and the majority of the group forcing you to let go

It's a strong-standing rivalry between you two

That everyone’s aware of

Even Genocider Syo expects this

But as many know supposed hate can be just as close as love

And in Byakuya’s case, it's quite an extreme example of that:

Dear fiendish enemy of Mine,

You will be pleased to know that I wish to accept an apology from you.

I will be in the library, waiting.

–The Ultimate Affluent Progeny, Togami Byakuya

That’s what it said. The letter slipped under your doorway in the heat of the night or the morning you typically slept in on. You scoffed crumpling the letter before tossing it into your trashcan; just to spite him you debated leaving your room at all. You were all for keeping everyone alive and whatnot but the meetings were early and you were never one for following rules anyway. As much as you hated being grouped up with the rich boy you weren’t going to go out of your way to be some other hero type; that’s what Makoto was for. With ease, you settled into your bed drifting into another deep sleep. You’d eat later.

When you awoke, you had no indicator for any time passing. With an audible growl from your stomach, you tiredly sat up, finally setting yourself on a mission to feed yourself. Considering Monokuma hadn’t woken you up obnoxiously you figured nobody had died yet. That was good. Best case scenario it was ‘nighttime’ and you could feast without anyone bothering you. Pushing the handle down you only gave it a nudge with your hip.

“D-did I forget to lock it?”

You tried the handle again to find the door was still unmovable. Getting irritated quickly you went to kick the door open only for the door to stay in place with the weight of something on the other side.

“But why would there be something against the door?”

You tried again but to no avail spiraling you into a fit of anger. Turning from the door in a huff you began to take your anger out on the few pieces of furniture. Kicking over the table, throwing out the drawers of the cabinet; you were about to slam off the objects resting on the bolted shelf. Stopping when you see a familiar letter next to a lunch box.

Dear idiot of Mine,

I knew you wouldn’t follow such a simple command and that’s what I counted on!

Now who’s the victim of their own laziness?! Since you are so inclined to laze about it makes you a difficult target in the killing game. Nonetheless, I can not have your reckless discretion decide both our fates thus I am making the executive decision to keep you caged.

��Caged!? That brat who does he think he is!?”

See like a dog you have a master. I would have included you in this decision if I was sure you were competent enough to understand it. But you are not and I am tired of trying to change that.

Therefore be pleased you are going to be taking a back seat to this game and if you’re lucky enough Monokums will let you watch as I win this game.

Eat dear idiot. And if you can muster the brain power read. You might be interested in rotting your life away but I am not. The exact opposite actually, I fully intend to have you tamed when I am through with this game.

Enjoy your suspension (Y/n), Togami Byakuya

Throwing the letter out of sight you reached into the duffle to find a few full thermoses, multiple bottles of water, some books, and some canned foods. Resisting the urge to throw its contents all around the room you instead picked up the letter again rereading the words as you tried to make sense of your predicament.

“S-suspended!?”

‘Was that even possible in a killing school game.’

Whether or not it was as the Ultimate Affluent Progeny: Togami Byakuya said so. And it would be your fate until the game officially ended.

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thebenjiblackwoodexpress · 5 months ago

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Jump then Fall prt. 5

Thank you so much to @stabbythespaceroomba for cropping the Aeron picture. You're a real gem!

I took a lot of inspiration from a glorious Benji oneshot by @valdezthg Go read it if you haven't already. Their writing is amazing!

Description: Another knight takes an interest in Y/N, sparking Aeron's jealousy, and when a banquet descends into chaos Y/N is left wondering if Aeron's love for her was ever real.

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

Warnings: Aeron being a lovesick dolt with idiotic tendencies. He's trying his best. Hurt/comfort, angst, female reader. I don't understand basic topography and refer to Stone Hedge as Bracken Hall, I just like it better.

There was a cold chill in the air and a thin layer of mist had settled over the Riverlands. Despite the cold of the Autumn morning, Aeron's heart warmed to see his lady love and favourite cousin settled on a balcony overlooking the training yard of Bracken Hall. She had come to see him despite the inhospitable weather conditions. To see Y/N laughing with his cousin filled him with happiness and pride in her, a sign of how well she would fit into his family as the future Lady Bracken. "Aren't you going to greet your lady? I am surprised you didn't bolt over the balcony railing as soon as you saw her. Alas, I see you're too busy standing like a dolt, staring at her." Aeron glared at Samwell before briskly walking to the base of the balcony and beaming up at Y/N. "Good morrow Y/N, dear cousin. I am most grateful for your attendance." He greeted them both. Y/N leaned over the balcony, shooting him a smile of pure sunlight that seemed to make the clouds break overhead. "Good morrow good knight. I hope you know we expect a good showing today."

Aeron grinned at her teasing "and a good show you shall have ladies." At the sweet sound of Y/N's laugh Aeron decided to take Samwell's advice for once in his life. Using intertwined vines and the railings of the balcony as leverage, he pulled himself up so that that could be at eye level with her, capturing hers lips with his several times before separating from her as he noted his cousin's light blush of embarrassment. He would hate to make his shy cousin uncomfortable and so jumped back down from the balcony onto his heels. With a final parting smile he turned back to the other knights who greeted him with playful jeers at his lovesick behaviour, though none were tinged by any malice.

Aeron's focus was drawn back to his fellow knights as they engaged in mock combat with one another. He was proud of his improvement in swordplay, though he'd never admit to Samwell or his Lord Uncle that Y/N had played a great part in his renewed dedication to the art. He wanted to do his duty as a knight of House Bracken, to Aegon the true king, and to protect his homeland. More important still to him was his desire for Y/N to see him as someone capable of protecting her. He tried not to glance in her direction too often for fear of accidentally impaling himself or his duelling partner in a moment of distraction. But no longer seeing her up on the balcony he whipped around to find her and his cousin in a corner of the training yard engaged in conversation with a knight he had not met before.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into the pit of his stomach as he watched the knight take both ladies' hands to place a gentle kiss upon them. Upon his love's hand, he bristled. He halted his movements and he was lucky that his opponent had the reflexes not to decapitate him. Aeron felt heat rise in his face, his chest tighten, and his jaw clenching as he watched Y/N laughing at something the knight had said, gifting him with an attentive smile which sent Aeron's thoughts spiralling.

He wanted to be the one making Y/N laugh, to be the only man she smiled upon. He wanted to curse the knight for daring to flirt with Y/N, for presuming to touch her but a deep sense of insecurity he had never fully addressed also threatened to consume him. What if Y/N should like this unknown knight to approach her. What if she preferred him to Aeron? Fists clenching as a wave of helplessness crashed over him, Aeron for better or worse succumbed to his anger with the knight. Storming over to stand next to Y/N, he took hold of her waist and glared at the knight whose expression dropped from his former joviality upon seeing Aeron's stony faced expression.

The anonymous knight spoke first. "Good morrow Ser Aeron. Allow me to introduce myself. Ser Renly at your service" with a respectful bow he continued "I must commend you on your swordplay today, your defeat of Ser Humphrey was most impressive." Aeron could not discern whether the knight was in earnest or seeking to antagonise him in a misplaced attempt to incur favour with Y/N. "I am indeed surprised you can comment on the fighting at all Ser, engaged as you are with entertaining my lady and cousin." His tone was laced with suspicion and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at the palpable tension crackling in the air. Ser Renly attempted to diffuse the tension with an awkward laugh. "I am glad to have made your introduction. But I have tarried too long and must attend to my own training." Aeron said nothing as Ser Renly gave a respectful bow to himself and each lady in turn before departing.

But upon looking down at Y/N's face he was immediately struck with an intense feeling of regret and concern for his lady. Her face had turned red, not with the blush he so loved to incite with his affections, but with unconcealed embarrassment, her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she wanted to shrink herself or dissapear entirely. Before he could open his mouth to stumble out apologies for his actions Y/N had grabbed his hand, practically dragging Aeron away from from the yard. She did not stop until they reached the treeline that separated Bracken Hall from the Brackenwood. Wordlessly dropping his hand, Y/N turned to look at him, a look of dissapointment in her eyes. "What was that?"

Aeron's jealousy and anger at the presumptuous knight had yet to subside completely, but he was aware that he acted in a way like to cause his lady shame, evident from the look of displeasure upon her pretty features. "I admit I acted in jealousy. I saw how that blaggard looked at you and I could not bear it to see you grant him your sweet smiles and laughter." Aeron fell down onto a tree stump in front of Y/N, his head falling into his hands, embarassed at his behaviour and prepared to accept any rebuke from his lady.

"And are you displeased with me?"

Aeron looked up in alarm and swiftly began pawing at her skirts, pulling her towards him until their knees knocked together. Placing his head on her abdomen and holding her in place by her hips, he mumbled into the fabric of her dress "Never. It is you who should be displeased with me." Aeron despaired that he had made Y/N believe herself to be the object of his ire, that he could ever be angry with her was beyond the realms of his imagination. "Y/N to me you are perfect. It is not your fault that others see that too. Today I behaved rashly in my jealousy and worse still, made you believe I could possibly be angry with you. I beg your forgiveness."

Y/N slowly brought her hands up to lightly caress Aeron's head. "I will gladly give it. I only ask that you trust in my love for you in future." Aeron looked up at her, a wave of relief crashing over him at her willingness to forgive him so quickly, and he thanked the gods for gifting him with the love of such a gentle and merciful lady. "I swear to you that I will comport myself in a manner becoming of a knight and one deserving of your love for as long as you will have me." A slight frown ghosted over Y/N's features and Aeron quickly tried to ascertain what in his words might have offended or upset her. He watched various emotions flicker in her eyes before her expression settled into one of resolve, he knew not what for.

He stopped breathing momentarily, frozen in place, when she lowered herself to perch on his knee, immediately capturing his gaze with hers. She seemed to measure the weight of her words carefully. "You do not need to persuade me to love you. I have already given you my heart fully and it hurts me for you to act as if that were not the case. As if I did nor love you in equal measure." Aeron had not considered that his own insecurities, his difficulty believing someone as precious as Y/N could return his love, could be hurting her. Even now her cheeks were dusted with a pink blush at the boldness of her actions, and he could not but admire her bravery, as she put aside her own shyness and embarrassment in order to reassure him.

He would not make the same mistake again. He brought his hands, still latched onto Y/N's skirts up to her waist to hold her and keep her from falling, lowering his head to slowly brush his lips against her forehead, then her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. "I am ashamed to have given you pain on account of my own insecurities. You are my love, the other half of my heart." With that he lowered his eyes to her lips before looking into her eyes, silently asking for her permission. When Y/N glanced at his own lips he gladly brought their lips together, pulling her closer towards him with one hand on the small of her back. As Y/N's arms wrapped around Aeron's neck he determined that he should be as brave as his Lady in expressing his love for her, and be confident in offering her his affection however she would allow.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N leaned her head against Aeron's shoulder, an affectionate gesture that always had his heart stumbling, an assurance that she felt safe with him and looked to him for comfort. "I believe your cousin may have a secret lover you know" Y/N half whispered conspiratorially. Aeron blanched at that. Is that why his dearest cousin had been sneaking off so much of late? "What makes you think that?"

"She seemed terribly distracted the whole morning as if deep in thought and blushed when I asked her the cause of her wandering thoughts" Y/N smiled. "I am pleased for her, are you not?"

Aeron grimaced slightly. "In truth I am concerned for my cousin. I should be glad to see her make a match that pleases her. But she is my favourite cousin and I doubt anyone would be good enough for her. But as long as it is not that bastard Benjicot Blackwood then I suppose I have little to worry about" He joked, hoping to reassure her that he shared in her joy for his cousin.

Just before Aeron turned in to his Chambers that night Lord Bracken informed him that he was to hold a banquet within the week for honoured guests. Aeron assumed the aforementioned guests would be squires of The Greens, that this banquet would serve to strengthen their bond with House Targaryen as his Uncle swearing to King Aegon had. Aeron believed in the sanctity of Aegon's cause, appalled by the kinslaying of the Blacks, declaring himself to his uncle as most in favour of this banquet. Though he could not deny that his mind did wander to what gown Y/N might wear, how she might style her hair, and if they would dance together.

On the evening of his Lord Uncle's banquet, Aeron found himself positioned at the door to the Great Hall, welcoming guests to his ancestral seat. His mind had begun to wander as he routinely uttered the standard greetings required of him until he spotted Y/N walking towards him with her parents. Stunned by her ethereal beauty, her lilac dress embroidered with the symbol of his House. He had a hard task schooling his expression in order to formally greet her parents. He wished for their two Houses to be joined in marriage one day and was eager to express his respect for his love's family. Y/N smiled shyly at him from behind her parents, which he happily returned as he welcomed her parents. As she passed by him he secretively brushed his fingers against hers, promising himself that he would let her know how beautiful she looked as soon as he could get a moment alone with her.

As the last few guests filtered into the room, Aeron took his place by his uncle at the head table. He paid little attention to his welcoming speech, eyes focused on Y/N sat several tables away from him, trying to draw her gaze to his. After a while her eyes met his and he smiled back at her, having no intention of averting his eyes despite being caught staring. He wanted her to know how difficult it was for him to tear his gaze away from her, and he enjoyed her light blush in response.

Aeron and Y/N continued to shoot glances at each other throughout the banquet, agitated by the distance that separated them he couldn't help fidgeting in his seat and bobbing his knee up and down constantly as he waited for his uncle to announce when the dancing could begin. He was fully prepared to take the distance at a run and sweep Y/N into his arms for as many dances as she would allow before Ser Renly or another knight had the same idea.

When his uncle finally clapped his hands to command the attention of the room and invite his guests to dance, Aeron shot up before the minstrels had even begun to play. Unfortunately his idiot cousin Edmund had been closer and beat him to it, pulling a reluctant looking Y/N to the dance floor as he watched on. He made a mental note to thrash Edmund later, he did not think his Uncle or Edmund's father would care all that much if he broke his nose.

He watched his lady's face carefully for any sign of discomfort, noting that Edmund seemed to be doing most of the talking. Borish brute. It was only when he saw Y/N's face fall and her eyebrows furrow that he decided to step in and rescue his lady, crossing the distance in a few paces.

"Mind if I cut in cousin?" The question would have seemed amicable enough to an onlooker but Aeron made sure to give Edmund a look that assured him of dire consequences should he argue. Shrugging carelessly he released Y/N, Aeron waisting no time in wrapping his arm around her waist and taking her smaller hand in his. "Of course, Y/N I hope you will consider what I've said." Before Aeron could ask what he meant by that Edmund had stalked away. Turning to Y/N and placing her hand on his shoulder he began to lead them in the steps of the dance. He was relieved to finally be able to hold Y/N in his arms as he had wished to all evening but Edmund's comment had rattled him.

"May I enquire as to what Edmund was referring to Y/N? I hope he did not bother you or behave poorly. I will rearrange his pompous features for you if you like." Y/N snorted in amusement, though he hadn't really been joking, and pressed his shoulder affectionately. "Worry not, I can handle a fool like Edmund. He just likes to meddle. Give it no more thought." Aeron disliked not knowing what had caused the look of distress on his lady's face, but forced himself not to press her if she did not want to reveal it to him. Instead, he made good on his promise to himself from earlier that evening.

"You must allow me to tell you how beautiful you look, I have been driven to distraction all evening because of it. You shine more brightly than any star my love." Y/N beamed up at him and discretly brushed her hand against his cheek before returning it back to his shoulder. "Thank you my handsome knight, and for my part I apologise for distracting you." Aeron laughed heartily at that before placing her hand closer to his heart and leaning down to whisper in her ear "I would gladly be distracted by you for the rest of my days, I can think of no better sight to gaze upon than my lady love." Suddenly twirling her away from his body as the dance required, he raised their arms as she placed a hand on his waist and they spun slowly in the spot. Impervious to everything else around them, they gazed lovingly into one another's eyes.

Aeron had hoped to dance with Y/N again but as the final note of the music rang out he spotted his uncle beckoning him over to the head table at the other end of the hall.

Grabbing both of Y/N's hands he placed a kiss upon her knuckles and reluctantly walked away from her to take his place beside his uncle, who was preoccupied with arresting his guest's attention oncemore. Aeron could not have known that his Uncle's next words would dismantle all of the happiness he had felt that evening, having finally been able to dance with Y/N instead of watch her longingly from a distance. "Revered guests, I have an announcement to make which will bring good tidings to House Bracken and to all those who support the true king Aegon Targaryen. Lord Tully has consented to marry his eldest daughter Roslyn to my nephew Aeron. In so doing we will bind our houses with blood and forge a bond strong enough to finally oust the treacherous Blackwoods who support their false queen. I welcome Lord Tully and Lady Roslyn to our festivities."

Aeron's head turned so sharply in the direction Lord Bracken waved his hand so as to almost give himself whiplash. And there on the other end of the high table, where they had not been before, sat Lord Tully and his daughter. She at least looked just as put out by his uncle's announcement as he surely did. Her face tight with anger she barely repressed.

Time seemed to have frozen in this moment of horror as Aeron frantically looked over at Y/N to see her reaction, and try to tell her with his eyes what he could not across a room of watching spectators. That he was hers alone, that he had no intention of marrying the Tully girl. That it had always been his greatest wish to marry her if she would consent to be his wife. Pain tore through his chest as her expression crumpled and he could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes, before she quickly turned and fled from the room, from him.

Bless the pretty wee Bracken. God love him but he's an eejit and he has a lot of explaining to do to Y/N. Angst incoming.

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cozzzynook · 1 year ago

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Bumblebee just casually admitting the life he lived before becoming an autobot. It’s admittedly terrifying how calm and detached he sounds as he reveals he wasn’t a regular citizen bot like the others believed him to be. They each had their fair share of trauma but they never imagined Bumblebee to have the most horrifying past between them.

And the most terrifying thing about the little mech was how indifferent he seemed as he talked about it. He gave little detail but it was enough to shake them at their core. His usual childish and bright optics looked far too aged and dim to belong to someone so young and typically full of life. The way he carried himself when he spoke of life on the streets as a sparkling forced to result to being a pleasurebot at such a young build made their sparks turn and their tanks rock solid with despair and unease.

Bumblebee did not meet optic to optic with them when it slipped the first time nor did he look their direction the second time. His teammates made sure he was out of earshot when they purged their tanks at such revelations no matter how short, clipped and brief.

Bumblebee always kept a slight distance once it was brought up and made sure the others were at arms reach for days on end, unable to take how their optics looked at him.

Telling it casually to Blitzwing one night during their secret meetings was honestly a slip up he hadn’t meant to let happen. He had no intentions of telling the con anything vital of himself nor had he any want of the con laughing at his hidden past that he preferred be kept a secret.

He remembers staring with empty optics at the cons chassis before lifting himself expertly off the overly thick and painfully large spike as he stood on shaking stabilizers. Letting the excess energon and transfluids slip from his throbbing and stretched out valve as he closed his port and began the slow shaky trek back to base.

He waved a servo over his helm in parting making it a few steps away before being gripped around his waist and pulled flush against Blitzwings burning chassis armor.

“Vhat did jou just say?”

The deadly calm tone coming Hothead of all mechs was enough to ruffle Bumblebee’s empty optics and void spark.

“Put me down please.”

His request was not granted and the flashes of his teammates haunting optics crowded his processor keeping him from looking at Blitzwing’s face plates.

The triple changer didn’t bother with demanding his bug look at him, he didn’t bother to force him into conversation nor did he do anything more than heave tornado vent after vent in an attempt to cool himself internally.

Blitzwing simply held him close chassis to chassis, spark to spark, trembling frame that quaked in barely contained rage to a frozen shut frame that barely held life as Bumblebee leaked steady coolant.

There was nothing more than a shell that carved his face plates as he was held against Blitzwing. The bot gripped him tight in an effort to keep both himself and the other afloat. It was as if the con feared letting the bug go meant letting the last of his sanity go and he just couldn’t.

“please…”

Blitzwing didn’t bother trying to ask what those words meant, he wasn’t sure he could handle hearing such a broken vox and see a broken bot he grew to deeply care for more than he ever let on.

Blitzwing may have a fractured mind from undergoing the triple changer procedure but he was by no means a bucket bolt dolt. He knew there was something that haunted every bot in the ongoing war. In some way everyone was affected by something and he knew Bumblebee was no exception no matter how bright and cheery the little yellow bug was.

But this. This?

He was never expecting this of all things.

A bot like Bumblebee didn’t deserve to have suffered a fate such as this. He knew something was up when from the very beginning the bot was far too experienced for someone so young. At first he chalked it up to the mini bot having been in boot camp with other mechs. But when his bug revealed he didn’t interface with anyone besides one bot in particular during boot camp he was highly suspicious and wildly jealous at the idea of it being one of two suspected teammates.

But when his bug said the green one was only a close friend and he had no romantic or physical interest in the black and gold mech he was hostile at it being the Prime. Bumblebee outright rejected the idea of even being with Prime and the old medic was never an option and so Blitzwing grew nervous, deep in his spark he knew something was wrong but he didn’t want to believe anything but his bug being ashamed at having berthed so many partner bots.

He never hinted nor openly pried simply enjoyed holding his bug close and being sure to interface as intimately as his bug allowed.

Could he hold his bug by the faceplates as he kissed along his dermas? Letting his servos clasp curved slim hips with an affection he found within he never knew could exist. He wanted his bug gripping his hip struts tight with shaking stabilizers. He wanted to hear those delicious moans surround his audios as yellow servos scraped the paint from his shoulders. His processor dreamed of the day he could fill his bugs tight vavle with his own transfluid, safe in a berth from any war that rages as he envisions the family he once longed for eons ago. Before the war erupted, before factions existed, before he tasted the energon of his fallen comrades and the metals of his enemies.

He wanted so many things before war took hold and grabbed him. Things he’d abandoned in the face of an endless war and cruel existence forced upon him by unyielding bots who pushed them to the brink of collapse in a war they never let physically touch their servos.

Oh how he longed for such an existence with his bug who never spoke of sparklings nor family besides his small faction on Earth. To Blitzwing they were more comrades to his bug besides the big green one and the little human he’s seen his bug look at fondly. It pulled something in his spark to see his bug give a carriers affection to the little creature regardless of how much he hates most of human kind.

But now as his split processor flickers between the memories of his bug so tenderly holding the human as he moved about in front of his base to the sight of him cradling something a bit bigger. Something that beeped and squirmed, happy to be his bugs arms, close to the familiar beat of his spark, little fuzzy optics recognizing him and giggling something pure as they try to reach out to him.

To the empty blue he risks his spark for by meeting with him, separating him on the battlefield to hold him in desperate servos, thinking of fleeing his faction all for the sake of living eternity with the one bot whose mere presence granted his haunted and screaming processor and battle hardened and broken spark peace.

“mien hummel…”

“don’t.”

Its wispy and aching, pained by a life Blitzwing himself has never been forced to imagine. It breaks his spark and his digestion tanks churn painfully until he feels his sunrise of rations will come back up his throat past his glossa.

“I still,” it’s interrupted yet again by his bug who lashes out with anger, a pede hitting against his insignia and a servo pushing against his face plate. But Blitzwing is just as stubborn as his hummel if not more stubborn in such a crucial moment.

“I von’t let you go,” he whispers in his hummels audial, dermas ghosting over a faded scar, “mein hummel, no matter what jour mein hummel.”

Blitzwing did not ever lie and say he was good with comforting or words for that matter but it seems the few words he did speak from the spark and the spark driven back strut crushing hug he had on the little yellow scout spoke more than he physically could.

He hated the feeling of Bumblebee’s coolant dripping down into his neck cables, the painful grip that chipped paint along his neck guards from tiny servos that were shaking. The deafening silence of Bumblebee’s leaking accompanied with a painful quiver of his mini frame that seemed so much smaller as the little scout curled into him.

Blitzwing didn’t see his day taking a turn in this direction but he would gladly deal with the emotional strain if it meant helping his hummel.

Be it tracking down each and every bot that dared touch his precious bug or the people who cruelly left Bumblebee to fend for himself as a mere spark and youngling on the cold dirty streets of their home planet. He would find and hunt them down making them wish their spark had never been forged.

But if his bug wanted nothing more, could handle nothing more, than having him curled above his very spark. Audio pressed to hear every pump of life sustaining energon work through his frame under the protection of the night. Whispering promises his spark long shed darkness over in fear of his previous wants and desires coming to light among comrades and his leader.

He would do it.

His bug, his hummel, his Bumblebee— was more than worth it.

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frosensteel · 2 years ago

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time to suggest prompts for the frosen steel week 2023!

Hello lovely people! We have a few months until the frosen steel week, but like the year before, I would like to get it officially announced with its prompts early to give a good amount of time for everyone to work on it!

So, use the survey above to suggest themes and ideas you would like to work with and see in the week. And as usual, we will have two prompt lists (AU and not AU), so don't be shy to put a lot of ideas! After some time, I will close this survey and make the one for choosing the actual prompts of the week available.

Take care!

#rwby #penny polendina #ruby rose #weiss schnee #frosen steel #dolts and bolts #dolts on ice

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strawberriesinbloom · 2 months ago

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Day 2: Chase

Obey Me -- Satan/Reader

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Satan was in trouble.

Deep, deep trouble.

He swore it was an accident. Mammon had stolen one of his things: an ancient spell book bound in gold. No doubt he had been planning to sell that for some cheap Grimm. Satan had gotten so angry that he casted one of the spells he had learned from that very book. It wasn’t his fault that this dolt decided to run directly to your room when Satan had caught him leaving his bedroom with a suspiciously book-shaped lump underneath his shirt.

It was just a horrible coincidence that your room had gotten caught in the crossfire. If he had been thinking straight, then there was no way Satan would have unleashed his eternal flood curse right into the door of your room.

But he did.

And your bed, walls, and floor were soaked. A lot of your things had been destroyed in the process, too, which Satan felt very guilty about.

Mammon went unscathed, which, of course, he did.

That bastard ducked the moment before Satan finished reciting the incantation.

Sure, he ended up dropping Satan’s book and running away like a chicken, but that meant all his efforts to teach Mammon a lesson was for nothing.

And the worst part?

You saw the whole thing.

And you were pissed. You were enraged. You were…you were going to kill him.

Satan might have been a little attracted to you in that moment if he wasn’t currently running for his life. You had graciously given him a five second head start before you began bolting after him. Satan weaved in and out of the hallways to try to lose you. Alas, you were too honed in.

“Come back here!” You shouted, sounding a lot closer than he would like.

“I’m sorry…!” Satan panted out. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!”

Satan made a sharp right turn, his show squeaking against the floor as he quickly pivoted. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to turn in time, and you slammed into the wall with a light yelp. Satan was about to check if you were okay, but the evil look in your eyes made him rethink that. He flipped back around and ran.

“You’re going to pay for this!”

“I said I was sorry!”

Somewhere behind him, Satan heard Asmodeus squeal your name, and you responded with a confused snort. Satan glanced behind him to see Asmodeus wrapping a light pink scarf around your neck. You were staring at Asmodeus with a bewildered but slightly annoyed expression. Asmodeus either didn’t notice or didn’t seem to mind as he continued adjusting the scarf around your neck. You had stopped, but your legs were still bent as though you might make a run for it at any second.

Satan breathed a sigh of relief. This was his chance to escape.

He sprinted over to the living room and dove behind one of the couches. It was an obvious hiding spot, which made it perfect. Surely, you knew that a demon of his caliber would be much sneakier, so you would completely overlook the typical spots like behind the couch or underneath the dining table. Reverse psychology!

Satan placed his hand on his chest while he forced himself to calm down. His heart was beating wildly, and he was struggling to get enough air in his lungs. Who knew you could be so terrifying when you were upset? Satan spent a moment to indulge how attractive you were before refocusing himself. He needed to find a way to escape the House of Lamentation without you seeing him. That way, he could wait for you to blow off some steam before he would try to apologize again. It sounded like a good plan. He just needed to figure out where you were.

“Hey.”

Satan let out a not-so-manly shriek before falling backward. You were sitting next to him with a scarily happy smile. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were going to simply ask to hang out with him or do something else cheerful. Satan leaned on the back of his arms for support. He gave you a sheepish grin. “Uh, hi, look. I’m really, really sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to–”

“I know it was an accident, silly,” you said. Satan allowed himself to get his hopes up before you continued, “But, I need to get you back for destroying my room.”

Satan scrambled to try and get up, but, unfortunately, he was a second too slow. You tackled him to the ground. Satan’s arms splayed out in front of him when his chest hit the floor. You dug your fingers into his armpits and Satan squealed. “Wahahaha!” He tried to pull his arms back down, but he couldn’t manage to do it in the awkward position he was in. “I’m sorryyyyyy!”

“I know that, but honestly, what were you thinking casting spells like that in the house?” You drilled your index and middle fingers underneath Satan’s arms, which drove him crazy. “Didn’t Lucifer teach you better than that?”

“I–I promihihise that I wohon’t do it again!” Satan hated how loud he was laughing. Was he always this sensitive or was it some special ability of yours? You always managed to find a way to lower his defenses.’ “Plehehehease stop!”

Your fingers began to travel down toward Satan’s ribs. He wriggled and writhed in place, but he wasn’t able to escape your grip, not that he was trying too hard, anyway. “But, you’re so adorable like this. I can’t stop.”

Satan’s cheeks burned. He turned his head to the side, so you wouldn’t be able to see the way his face was probably turning a bright red. It was a fruitless effort, but it made him feel a little better. “Ahahaha…shut uhuhup…!” Satan bucked his hips when you tweaked at an extra-sensitive spot between his ribs. You were going to kill him.

You giggled. It was bright, airy, and just a little devious. “Aw, are you embarrassed?” You continued clawing at his ribs, and Satan squealed, which just made you laugh some more.

Satan couldn’t take this anymore. “Stahahap! Just stop! I’ll do ahahahanything!” This was so humiliating. If he could curl up right now and die, he probably would.

You hummed. “Actually, I was thinking about going to Café Lament later today. Why don’t you get something special for me, huh?”

“Yes! Yes! I will!” Satan gasped out. He quickly dissolved back into laughter when you kept tickling him. “Hahaha! Stahahap!” He managed to stutter your name in between breathless giggles.

You stopped and got off of Satan. He flipped himself on his back as the residual giggles escapes from him. His chest heaved while he waited to catch his breath. He eyed your teasing grin. “You’re…you’re cruel,” he said quietly when he regained his composure. There wasn’t a hint of malice in his tone.

“I learned from the best,” you said. You pinched his cheek, and Satan didn’t even bother to swat your hand away.

#obey me tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!satan #tickler!reader #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024

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dangermousie · 2 months ago

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EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEE

THIS ISN'T EVEN MINIDRAMA TERRITORY!!!!!!

It's no longer Lust in the Dust, but Bolt From That Dolt!

#cdrama #love in the desert

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sky-kiss · 1 year ago

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A/N: Can't sleep. And horrible, horrible, unholy creatures prompted for soft ascended fiend. Please understand, any additional ficlets this week will be horrific and dark to counterbalance this crime.

Also. Using my OC (which I don't do here) to cheat this prompt. In an established universe. HAH.

Ascended Fiend Raphael: You think he chuffs? I think he chuffs.

“He’s making a mess of the place.”

“Well, we wanted to see what he was capable of?”

Haarlep fixes her with a withering look, lips pressing to a thin line. Their face is naturally expressive; Joi has the distinct pleasure of watching all his thoughts pass across his face without pretense or restraint. The sum of these parts amounts to an unambiguous: you fucking dolt.

“We knew. The princeling wanted to showboat. And now look.”

The fiend continues its rampage through the arena, tail lashing behind it, wings spread. Its fires burn brighter than ever, hot enough to leave the entirety of the building sweltering. A tinge of iron hangs in the air, married to sulfur and the sickly sweetness of charred flesh. Raphael has been neither subtle nor graceful in his carnage: the room is a mess of gore, devils, and demons alike.

A bolt of hellfire tears from its right hand, ripping across the arena. The Abishai screams in agony, briefly sputtering before its form gives way. Ash flutters about the arena, and the fiend howls its delight.

He’s beautiful, she thinks. All the wrath of the Hells made manifest. Raphael lifts his head, scenting the air. Robbed of his toys and the distraction of live prey, it looks for alternate means of entertainment. The creature’s good eyes fix upon them.

“If the brute comes over here, I’ll sacrifice you,” Haarlep grumbles.

She pats their chest. “I’m well aware.” He’s done it before; he’ll do it again. The incubus intends to outlive them all. “Help me down?”

Their expression twists with savage delight. “As the lady wishes.”

Haarlep holds her elbow as she climbs over the arena’s edge. The distance makes her dizzy, forty or fifty down into the pit, necessary for some of the beasts the Archduke houses below. Flight is an option, but it’s easier to fall, whispering the familiar incantation to make herself feather-light.

The fiend shrieks. Raphael’s voice bleeds into the bestial sound, one note among many; she holds onto this familiarity as it tears across the remaining space, hellfire, and claws. She swallows.

The claws of its right-hand curl around her waist, pressing just to the point of pain. Some break flesh. Raphael huffs again, sniffing, hot gusts of air ruffling her hair. Joi holds out her hand.

It kneels. The distance between them remains too great, the size difference too vast. The fiend hauls her nearer, chuffing, nuzzling the center skull against her chest. She trails the tips of her nails across his forehead, ignoring the hiss of pain in her side and the blood staining his jaws.

“You’ve upset Haarlep, dear one.” One could be forgiven for mistaking the sound it makes for a laugh. If nothing else, her duke preens, wings stretching to their full span. It tries to get nearer, to close what little invisible space exists between them, recognizing its scent on her skin. It purrs. “They worked very hard to find you all these toys…”

“...and he’s broken them immediately.” The incubus snaps, voice echoing around them. “Ungrateful little brat.”

"They're going to be insufferable tonight. You understand this, yes?" The right head’s expression twists in some approximation of glee. Joi shakes her head, cooing to the great beast until it finally sets her down. She kisses its ruined skull, motioning it to follow her towards the holding pens. Perhaps they will find new prey among the wastes; perhaps she’ll indulge its appetites.

So much potential. So little time.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael x durge #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my writing #do you want cavities?#because this is how you get cavities #oc: joi #ascended fiend raphael

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