#Cleaning Upholstered Furniture

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Importance of Cleaning Upholstered Furniture

The cozy upholstered furniture in your home adds elegance and comfort to your living space. In time, upholstered furniture may accumulate dust, dirt, allergens, and potentially hazardous materials.

Regularly cleaning upholstered furniture ensures a hygienic and clean living space. In this blog, we'll look at the dangers hidden in upholstered furniture and the significance of regular cleaning to maintain a clean house.

Why is Cleaning Upholstered Furniture Important?

Dust Mites and Allergens

Upholstered furniture is a perfect place for dust mites to live, microbes that thrive in humid and warm areas. They are attracted by dead skin cells and generate allergens, which can cause breathing problems and allergies.

It is the perfect time to employ a Couch Cleaning Service Melbourne for deep furniture cleaning, such as couches. This will help eliminate dust mites, their waste, and allergens. This reduces the chance of allergic reactions and improves indoor air quality.

Mould and Mildew Growth

In addition, spills, moisture, and high humidity levels could cause mildew and mould in the growth of upholstered furniture. The fungi not only emit unpleasant odours but also present dangers to health, especially for people suffering from respiratory ailments. When you have professional couch cleaning Melbourne, it targets moisture and removes mould and mildew, stopping their growth and creating the cleanliness and health of your living area.

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Pet Dander and Odours

If you've got furry companions living in your house, Their presence could contribute to the build-up of pet fur, dander and smells found in upholstery furniture. The odour of pet fur is a well-known allergen that can trigger reactions in allergic people.

The upholstery cleaning services Melbourne can remove pet dander, hair, and persistent odours by using the most effective upholstery cleaning techniques, giving your furniture a fresh look furniture, and making it a more welcoming living space.

Stains and Spills

Stains and spills that happen accidentally can happen even on upholstery furniture. If they are not dealt with, stainings can be permanent, attracting dirt and grime as time passes.

A professional upholstery cleaning company such as 99 Degree Steam Cleaning Services has the experience to deal with various types of stains, employing specialized techniques and methods to get rid of any tough stains and make your furniture look and feel clean.

Restoration of Fabric Integrity

The constant use of your furniture, the exposure to the sun and the general wear and tear may cause damage to the upholstery of your furniture. In addition, over time, dust and oils can wear into the fabric and cause it to wear out and shed its initial beauty.

Upholstered furniture cleaning eliminates harmful particles, keeping your furniture's structural integrity and ensuring it is in good condition for many years.

Health Risks of Unclean Upholstery

Upholstery that is not properly maintained can cause health dangers. As mentioned previously, dust mites can be a frequent allergen that can trigger symptoms that include itching, sneezing, and eye-watering.

Mildew and mould can lead to asthma, allergies, or even infection in people with weak immune systems. Fur and pet dander may aggravate asthma-related allergy symptoms.

Furthermore, upholstery that is not cleaned can have germs, bacteria and viruses that could contribute to health issues. The Carpet Steam Cleaning Melbourne effectively removes these risks to health and ensures a clean living space.

When Should You Call a Professional Upholstery Cleaning Service?

The most frequently asked question is when furniture needs to be cleaned professionally. Although the frequency can vary depending on the factors that influence it, such as how often the furniture is used, the household members (including pets) and the amount of soiling, it's generally suggested to have a professional clean your furniture at least every 9 to 18 months. If you're looking for a professional upholstery Cleaning Botanic Ridge or the surrounding areas Contact us right now.

A regular cleaning schedule not only guarantees getting rid of dirt, stains, allergens, and dust, but it also extends the lifespan of your furniture. If you adhere to a routine maintenance schedule, you will keep the appearance and durability of your furniture. It will also create an airy and welcoming space in your home.

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Do not let hidden hazards within your furniture's upholstery compromise the hygiene and safety of your house. A professional upholstery cleaning service is necessary to remove dust mites, mould, allergens, stains, pet dander, and odours. This will result in an environment that is healthier and improve the quality of indoor air.

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Part 1: Ear Cleaning

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 1936 words.

A/N: From popular demand, I'll post the fic here too. Enjoy! :3

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Sukuna walked through the corridors illuminated by the dark sun that ruled among the kingdoms. His long, heavy footsteps made the marble floor rumble under his weight. His sharp profile, tattooed shoulders and large body, contrasted by the reddish sky of the cursed land, terrifying any small human who encountered him. He was a king who could control anything thanks to the terror that his large body and absolute power conveyed. He had the power on his hands to kill whatever and whenever he wanted like an omnipotent god, but he liked to watch his rats run from one side to the other to obey his mercy. It amused him to play with his servants to the point of making them cry, tremble or, in extreme cases, commit suicide. He had plenty of servants, so he could afford to kill as many as he wanted. The poor uniformed humans trembled if his dark eyes rested on them. They all tried to dodge him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears. 

Being a monster with senses sharpened to the max, he hated having his ears touched, but it was necessary for him to clean them to have his five senses ready for any battle. He is not someone ticklish, but his ears are the most sensitive part of his entire body. He could clean his own ears himself, but what kind of almighty, omnipotent king would clean his own ears when others could do it?

His eyes navigated through the long and endless corridors of the terrifying castle where he lived with all his subjects. The king's home was a place where darkness, cold, and uncertainty dominated the atmosphere. Even though it was surrounded by luxuries, it felt more like a secret attic than a castle fit for a king. Silver chandeliers, red candles parading on the walls and furniture upholstered with exotic fabrics from around the world decorated each room that was commonly surrounded by portraits made by hundreds of artists who feared for their lives. 

His predatory eyes sought out the first poor servant that crossed his path. He heard the bristles of a broom being scrubbed against the floor. Sukuna spotted a small figure sweeping one of the guest rooms. There you were, humming a song softly from your childhood as you made the broom dance from side to side. You were so focused on your task that you didn't notice the king standing dangerously close to you. As you turned around, you suddenly bumped into his imposing body, giving you a mini heart attack. Dressed in elegant robes, gold rings on each finger and with a wicked grin on his face, he was looking at you as if you were a despicable creature he could get rid of in the blink of an eye. 

You are the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the entire castle. You had not been living there for more than two months, so your direct interactions with the king had been few. Sukuna saw you from head to toe. He remembered you perfectly from the day he met you. Your neatly combed pigtails with two white bows showed off your innocence, the corset accentuated your small waist and the long brown skirt covered your promising legs. He accepted it, you were cute. Other than that, you were a disgusting human like everyone else, but there was something about you that caught his attention. Sukuna didn't know exactly what it was that you had. For the time being, he would continue to treat you as you deserved for being a nasty rat. Immediately, you knelt before your majesty. Your head rested in your hands against the freshly swept floor, your fingers barely touching his feet because of the closeness. 

“Are you having fun?” Sukuna asked, sarcastic. 

“No, my king,” you answered quickly, avoiding making eye contact. 

Sukuna placed one of his bare feet on your back. The oppressive weight crushed you against the cold floor. You prayed inwardly that your bones wouldn't start to creak. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. Having satisfied his need to make the new maid see who her master is, he removed his foot from your agonized back. You took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air again. 

“To my room. Now,” he ordered without deigning to look at you before leaving the room. You remained on the floor, slowly catching your breath. A metal taste touched your tongue. You bit your lower lip so hard that it was bleeding. 

This was the first time he ordered something directly from you. Usually you followed Uraume's general instructions like everyone else. You sat up slowly to regain what little balance you had left. You followed him to his room as he had ordered. Your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how nervous you were. As your small steps echoed like a pleasant trickle in the gloom, the servants came out of their hiding spots to quickly sign you in. They wished you the best of luck and that you would make it out of his room alive. That only put more pressure on you. 

You entered your majesty's luxurious room. Your eyes were fascinated to see so many extravagances in one place. Crystal chandeliers, rugs made of exotic animals and gold decorative pieces. All the furniture was precisely designed to suit his majesty's tastes and everything was neatly arranged. Unlike the rest of the castle, his room was a museum full of expensive artworks that the average person could not even imagine existed. 

The great fearsome monster was reclining on a red satin-covered divan. His eyes were closed, his four arms crossed over his broad chest and his legs barely touched the floor due to his impressive height. You approached him carefully so as not to ruin his peace. Next to the divan was a wooden cabinet with all the necessary tools to groom him thoroughly.

“Clean my ears,” he ordered in a gruff voice, cocking his head over the rest for you to begin immediately. “You better do a good job,” he threatened you. You swallowed dryly because it would be the first time you would touch his majesty and if you did it wrong, the last.

You took out the necessary instruments to carry out the task. You knelt in front of his head. As expected, the king smelled exquisite. It was strong, woody, and addictive. His pink hair was soft to the touch, but you tried to avoid touching it so as not to muss it. You dedicated yourself to cleaning the outside of his ear with a swab, concentrating on the helix and the back of the ear. Your hands were delicate around his sensitive ears and the friction did not bother him because it was minimal and warm. Sukuna's body began to relax as time passed. If he didn’t focus, he could fall asleep. 

Sukuna felt a shiver run down his back as you stuck a small wooden spatula into his ear to remove the excess earwax that prevented him from hearing well. You carefully dug so as not to hurt him. You could feel his discomfort in the way he squeezed his eyelids with each movement you made.

“Let me know if I get too deep, my king,” you said with a shaky voice. 

“Just do your damn job,” he answered grudgingly.

You continued cleaning his ear little by little. The task was not as complicated as you thought, but you could not let your guard down with a king who can decide your fate with a snap of his fingers. After wiping the outside with absorbent cotton, you were finally done with the first ear. Sukuna was falling asleep until you asked him if he could lie down on his opposite side so you could proceed with his other ear. He did so with a grunt of annoyance, as he was very comfortable on that side, while the couch creaked under the weight.

You took a deep breath. All you had to do was repeat what you had already done, and you would finish the task alive. You watched mesmerized as Sukuna's tattooed chest rose and fell from his steady breathing. Sukuna let out a whimper as soon as you stuck the spatula in too far. You already felt your throat being slit for a simple mistake. 

“Be careful! Can’t you do something so simple?” He grumbled. 

You apologized immediately and continued on your task as you lowered your head in fear. “Damn humans,” he thought with a frown. As soon as your magic fingers touched his ear, he got over his anger and returned to the oasis of relaxation where he left off. 

Sukuna let out a yawn as soon as you finished. A proud smile of your own escaped your lips. You had survived your first direct order. You glanced at the time on the large gold clock hanging over the door. It was getting late, and you had to get back to the kitchen soon to help with the dinner preparations. You returned the utensils to their respective places and got up to politely leave the place. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sukuna asked you as he got up from the couch to move to his giant bed. “Massage my head,” he ordered once again. You nodded obediently. 

His majesty's bed was lined with the softest fabrics in the world. The silk pillows were engraved with the flags of the kingdom, the blankets were of pure wool and the mattress appeared to be made of goose feathers. Sukuna's heavy head was on your comfortable lap. Your soft thighs were softer than her own pillows. Your magic fingers massaged his temples in circles. You could hear him purring subtly like a contented kitten, even though he was physically not as cute as one.

Before long, Sukuna was fast asleep. Seeing his eyes closed and his light breathing, you decided to go with the other servants to continue your work. As soon as you got off the bed, he left his heat provider on his side. Before you could continue your way to the exit, you heard that terrible voice behind you.

“Who told you could leave?” You froze in place and turned to face him. His red eyes looked at you with disdain, more on the terrifying side. “Come here,” your heart did a backflip when you heard that command. 

More than an order, it ended up being a warning. He pulled you by the white apron to capture you in his four strong arms. The warmth of his body and yours merged, causing the temperature to rise between you. Your body began to sweat from nerves. You didn't know what his intention was with you. You had never been with a man like this before, let alone a tyrant twice your size. All worry disappeared from your mind as he began to stroke your body slowly, taking care not to scratch you with his long black claws. 

Slowly, you could feel on your back as his majesty fell asleep. Sukuna did not snore as you thought he would. He let out a fainter, quieter sound, it was almost like a kitten with a stuffy nose. His arms around your waist and shoulders, his heavy breathing and comfortable chest encouraged you to fall asleep. “His majesty's orders,” you thought so you wouldn't feel so guilty about falling asleep.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

I posted this 1906 home in Cincinnati, Ohio a while ago, and it didn't sell. Now, it's back on the market again. 4bds, 3ba, $299,900. I thought that they would've used the time off the market to put their stuff in storage and have it staged. They didn't. Take a look- do you think it will sell this time?

Welcome to the house of maximalism. I like the pony wall and columns at the entrance to the sitting room.

In the entrance hall outside the sitting room.

But, there's just so much stuff! Didn't the realtor tell them? Are those pocket doors on the left?

Good Golly, Miss Molly, look at the dining room. Setting the table was totally unnecessary.

This bathroom! It has huge upholstered seat w/pillows and bolsters, plus a TV.

This is the kitchen. My friend just sold her house and the realtor told her to have NOTHING on the kitchen counters.

Would you believe this is the laundry room? I didn't realize it until I noticed the washer and dryer.

This is the guest powder room. How does she clean all of this?

The 2nd fl. bedrooms and baths.

The primary bedroom is jam packed.

This smaller secondary bedroom is so packed you can just make your way to the bed.

Bathroom #3. I used to get a catalog called "Touch of Class" that had this kind of decor and it looks like they bought everything in it.

This looks like a spare room.

Here we are up in the attic. I think that this is just extra furniture. Maybe they own a store?

Look. Why would there be a dining set up here?

Unless this is stuff that they no longer like or that they rotate.

The home is on a small lot and the realtor doesn't even give the square footage.

There isn't much of a yard b/c there's a big driveway.

There's a bit more yard on the side of the garage.

If you'd like to peruse the Touch of Class catalog, here's the link.

[anexperimentallife]

I love cats so much, and I hate that I am so allergic to them that I have literally had to be rushed to the hospital multiple times for anaphylaxis from being near them. The fel d1 protein is in their skin, their dander, their saliva, and their waste, and it can remain on even HARD surfaces for up to two years before breaking down.

So like, between that and my dust and mold allergies, anything from a used book/music store is off limits to me because so many of them have cats, or the previous owner of a book or record may have had a cat, and I just can't risk it. With used furniture I have to scrub down any hard surfaces and steam clean/shampoo with special shampoo any upholstered surfaces.

The one known safe type of cat for me is a spayed Siberian female, because that is the ONE cat that produces pretty much zero fel d1. Some Russian blues may or may not be semi-safe with antihistamines.

There are much bigger problems in the world, but I am taking a moment to be sad about being banned from cats.

[saturnsorbits]

A/N: A little Angel Dust piece I started before I ran out of steam with Hazbin... It's unfinished and not much happens, but here.

Angel's staccato moans echo around the studio. They drift into the air and lace together, tangling themselves gently like lovers. Each gasp is more delicately crafted than the last, mounting, competing with it's brethren until, at last...

His breath leaves him in a rush, timed perfectly as the camera pans up from where the demon rocks into him to Angel's face. His eyes are scrunched in pleasure, jaw lain open, loosing more symphonic noises from his throat. In the basin of his mouth, he gurgles, forcing a hiccup up from his lungs as his eyes snap wide, only to roll back moments later.

He waits.

Counts the beats.

Then, he moans again.

The noise is softer this time, a gentle sound that is more purr than whine as he curls himself around the demon still nestled inside of him. The demon slows, chest heaving, sweat slicking his shoulders. His eyes are almost entirely black – pupils vanquishing what little of his iris' he had to offer as he untangles their limbs enough to look Angel in the face. He smiles, but it's shaky and too sincere, lighting up those blackened eyes in a way Angel is all too used to.

They're all the same.

He wriggles, attempting to unsheathe the demon from inside of him. The demon's cock twitches. He's almost resigned himself to another round when a clap of Valentino's hands has the demon scrambling off of him and clambering from the bed.

'Cut!'

Angel sits up, elbows perched on the mattress. Swinging his legs from the bed, he ignores the ache in his thighs as he takes his robe from an aide with a smile and slips into it. He's already thinking of the warm shower that awaits him in his dressing room, the fresh towels and plush slippers, but before his thoughts can stray too far, a familiar voice is calling him back.

Val's arms are folded, his glasses sat crooked on his face as he taps the toe of his boot against the hardwood. 'Clean up, but don't get too comfortable. I want you back out here in twenty. There's a new hire I want you to meet.'

Angel cringes, but hides it easily with a blasé grin. 'Meet...' He drawls, the lower set of his hands digging into his hips. 'Or fuck?'

A laugh trickles over Val's lips. It's a loud, but broken sound. Boisterous in all the same ways he is. He snaps shut his jaw, tipping his head until he can glare at Angel over the rim of his glasses. 'What do you think?'

Snorting, Angel uses his upper arms to salute while his lower continue to clutch at his waist. He twists with a well-honed grace and makes for his dressing room.

His dressing room is far from the worst of rooms in V Towers. It's decorated, pink, to his tastes. A long couch occupies one wall, his vanity the other; while the wall not hosting the door is blocked, hidden by a rack of increasingly scandalous clothing. Hearts litter the furniture: an upholstered pillow, a carved shape in the vanity, the links of a chain used as wallpaper. It was amusing once. Having the depiction of love so abundantly used in a place that was void of it, but now, it was little more than mocking.

His conquests seldom made him cum... Never mind love them.

A sharp knock at the door shakes him from his thoughts before they can begin to cloud, the small round face of an aide – the sound woman, he thinks – pokes around the door frame.

'Ten minutes, Angel.' She tries to smile through her cringing. 'But Val wants you clean...'

'I'll be ready.'

Angel sighs. His shoulders slump, body folding in on itself as he lets himself hit the comfort of the couch. It would take him barely five minutes to clean himself up properly, ridding himself of any evidence of the last. He'd be fresh as a daisy for whatever newbie Val had lined up. Until then, he glances at the mirror laying flat on the vanity, he'd make use of the other five in the best way he knew how.

000

Angel reappears cleaner, and considerably more excitable, with almost three minutes to spare. He strides through the studio like he owns it, the heeled black boots he'd slipped into clicking across the floor as he twirls, throws up his arms and neatly tosses himself to the plush comfort of the bed.

'So...' He folds his upper set of arms behind his head, letting the others rest along the mattress. Folding his legs atop one another, he grins. 'Who's the lucky man who gets to fuck me next, huh?'

'About that...' Val twists, cigarette holder pursed between his lips. He blows out a plume of smoke. Wrapping his knuckles on the head of a small, bony intern, he absently gestures the door to another of the studio's dressing rooms. 'If you'd like to receive our guest.'

The intern scrambles to obey. Skittering across the floor, he knocks politely on the dressing room door before pressing his ear to it and gingerly turning the handle.

Val sits back in his chair, blowing more smoke from his cigarette as he crosses folds his knees. 'There's one aspect of the market we're failing to appeal too and I thought it was about time we fixed that.'

The door opens and Angel sits up.

Craning his neck to see, he feels the bones in his spine crack as he almost tips forward in his eagerness. His eyes widen, head tilting as he watches his new co-star stride into the room.

There's a music to your body. One that has him mesmerized from moment he watches you take that first step towards him. Your hips sway, your body twisting as each step causes the soft bend of your curves to flick – caressing the very air through which you walk. The slope of your shoulders pulls your body tight, although you make the posture look effortless as you glide towards the set.

Angel stammers. 'A woman?'

From his chair Val grins, sharp teeth digging into his lower lip as he taunts. 'You've never been fussy before Angie... Don't start now.'

'I...' Angel swallows his words. He has to. They turn to liquid on his tongue, mixing with saliva and searing the back of his tongue. Taking a second to slip his composure back into place, he flicks back on his signature, mega-watt smile. 'Hey-ya, Gorgeous – what's -.'

You blink, eyelashes fluttering as you readjust to the harsh burn of the studio lights, but when you spot him, there's no denying that he's stunning. Licking your lips, you beat him to the punch, enjoying the pinking of his cheeks as his confidence liquefies and turns to blush and anticipation. 'Hey, yourself, pretty boy...' You cock your head. 'Oh, I'm going to eat you alive.'

Angel gulps.

He has a feeling this is a shoot he might actually enjoy.

[petratzimi]

therapy #1

who: @kevma where: Petra's Home Office.

She's found, over the years, that keeping a practice, as a night-walker, is easier done out o the privacy of one's own home. None of the same worries one has with sharing a building or a space with colleagues or other enterprises, full control over decor and tone. In this way she can keep more control over her available hours as well; no commute ensures no dalliances with the oppressive and abhorred light of day. In this way she passes better as simply any other mortal. The space she keeps for sessions is as elegant as the rest of the home, lit in low tones on earthy wood grains and upholstered leather, kept immaculately clean. The furniture is old, ancient even, though she would never be so tacky as to brag on it, but it is of a make and a measure that is hard-found these days. It's into this room she leads the young man, Kevin, who, as they usually do - looks like he needs to be here. This is not a judgemental observation so much as a quiet, superficial assessment; she is here to help people, after all.

The shutters are thrown over the windows, allowing a modicum of the afternoon light to blaze through in dangerous rays which her chair is stationed well away from.

She sits, motions for him to take a place, either in the chair's companion or on the longer resting couch opposite her. "Please, get comfortable; would you like a some water, or tea?" Her tone is pleasant, her voice long robbed of any truly heavy accent; in truth, it often adjusts itself these days, though the astute listener might pick up hints and inflections from all around in certain words and ticks.

[defire]

Chapter 33: I Feel So Wanted

Content: slavery, conditioned whumpee, suicidal, death threats, slapping, manhandling, isolation

[my attempt at injury art below the cut]

"I said I need her." Nife overheard Striker and Lady Wry arguing as they went down the hall. "Don't you care about the fate of the city?"

"You can't beat my slave in the square." Lady Wry said. "Do you realize how uncivilized that would make me look..."

As Nife continued to clean, she grimaced at the way things were going. She was painfully aware that Striker could easily use his new blackmail material against Luster to get his way, or even worse–

"Nife." Nett, Lady Wry's personal maid, appeared in the kitchen. "Come."

Nife sighed and dried her hands on a towel, then followed Nett, who squeezed her arm tightly in a way that reminded her of Gaylord.

"You're forgetting–"

"Yes ma'am." Nife snapped. Nett turned on her angrily. "Sorry." Nife cringed. "...Yes ma'am?" She said it more submissively the second time, hating herself a little bit.

Nett returned to her hurried pace down the hall, bringing Nife all the way up to Lady Wry's private sitting room in her chambers, and coming in with her.

Lady Wry was sitting in a plush chair, legs crossed properly under her skirt, and Striker was leaning back confidently, arms covering the whole couch he was sitting on.

[here's a picture of Nife that I drew, I am VERY new to digital art, this is like my 3rd ever try, but I love illustrations so here]

Lady Wry's furniture matched her clothing–white couches and drapes on the massive windows, bordered with gold trimmings, just like her multitudinous golden necklaces, hiding her slightly wrinkled cleavage. Everything was cushioned and upholstered, even the blazing tea table.

Nife remembered last-minute to bow and put her hands in front of her, feeling her arms tingle as if they were about to be struck again for her negligence. But as quickly as it came, the fear dropped back into the black hole of apathy she carried around in the pit of her stomach these days.

"Nife," Striker smiled at her. "Come a little closer, why don't you?"

Glancing at Lady Wry, Nife walked closer, keeping her eyes on the ground and watching the others out of her peripheral vision.

"What is this all about?" Lady Wry asked them both.

Nife bit her lip, saying nothing as Striker unfolded his long legs and walked up to her.

"Why don't you tell her what you found in the late Lord Wry's bedroom the other day?"

Striker was going to blackmail Lady Wry to get possession of Nife. But why wouldn't he just tell her the proof he'd found and blackmail her that way?

Suddenly her eyes widened as she realized what this was about. Coming from the next inheritor of the Wry household wealth, Striker's evidence would be a little dubious. However if Nife was the one who knew the secret, it would be in Lady Wry's best interest to have her killed, rather than keep her as a slave indefinitely. In that case, she might hand Nife over to Lord Striker to do exactly that, probably after that public beating he had been talking about earlier...

"Nife." Striker said, putting a hand on her back and pushing her forward into the room. His hand slid down in a way that made her cringe. Her back was still bare because the beaded chest piece only covered the front of her torso, and his fingers were too warm and uncomfortable.

She stepped forward and to the side to get away from his hand, keeping her eyes down.

"Go ahead." Lady Wry said. "Nife has only been here for a month. What could she know?"

"So if I tell her, she's going to kill me." Nife said, not looking up.

Luster stood up quickly on hearing that. 

"What?" She said.

Striker let out a little laugh and pinched Nife's cheek.

"You're a smart little bitch, aren't you?" He said, wiggling her cheek and then letting go.

Nife just stared at the floor, not sure which option sounded better.

"You have nothing." Lady Wry said, sweeping up to confront Nife with her hands on her hips. "If I know anything about Nife Raizden, it's that she is a liar. Aren't you, girl? You know I can have you whipped for lying to me, even if Striker told you to. Don't you?"

"Luster, look at her." Striker said, tilting Nife's head back by grabbing a horn. "She's just scared to speak."

Nife winced and looked at the ceiling.

"For the last time, it's not a handle." She said through her teeth.

"I thought you were planning your suicide, Nife," Striker said. "If you're so sure you'll get killed, isn't it in your best interest to tell her?"

"...You have a point." Nife said.

Striker released her. 

But if Nife let Striker kill her, he'd find a way to humiliate her and demoralize every proponent of her political beliefs. All of this would be for nothing. Not that it was for anything much as of yet.

"...I think I'd rather kill myself." She said finally.

"Fine." Striker huffed. "I'll waste a command." He took a deep breath and said, "Nife, tell her what I showed you in the late Lord Wry's bedroom."

The compulsion to do exactly what Striker said filled Nife and her lips moved before she could even think about it.

"We have clear evidence that Lord Wry was murdered, and that it was you who did it." She said the words in a disinterested monotone. It was magic; she was sure he'd used magic on her, but how exactly, she didn't know.

There was a heavy silence.

Striker was beaming victoriously. He didn't seem in the least upset that his own older brother had been murdered by his sister, who was standing unrepentantly before him.

"That I did it?" Luster repeated slowly.

"The signature of the suicide note is your handwriting, done in your left hand." Nife replied. "I mean, seriously.... If you're getting away with murder, at least put some effort into it next time."

"He had messy handwriting." Luster objected, flaming up hot in her head and chest. 

Suddenly she grabbed Nife by the beads across her chest that she was forced to wear, and pushed her backward toward the wall. It was too far to the wall, so Lady Wry stopped and slapped Nife. The lady’s hands were small, but she used a ring-covered backhand that left a scraped bruise across Nife's cheek. Nife fluttered her eyelashes at the floor, hiding her hurt cheek behind her shoulder.

"You will withhold your comments on my efforts." Lady Wry said, then turned on her little brother. "Exactly what do you want, Striker?"

"Either you legally allow me to publicly execute Nife for her crimes, or I will command her to announce her witness statement at the public address on Sunday."

Lady Wry groaned.

"Fine. Blazing take her. She made a terrible slave anyway."

"Thanks for that." Nife muttered under her breath.

Lady Wry raised a hand to slap her, but Striker interrupted.

"Stop." He said. "She's mine now." He grinned at Nife, turning her to face him and stroking her under her chin. Nife clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. "Time for plan C, I guess."

"Fool me twice." Nife said through her teeth.

Striker's grip on her chin tightened. She could practically feel him fighting the urge to crush her teeth in. She wasn't sure if he could actually do that, but she was still afraid that he might try.

"Sorry." She hissed through squished lips. “Your lordship.”

He released her.

"Oh good." He said. "I was beginning to worry I had underestimated you."

Nife slumped at the insult, which was probably accurate. Striker's guards took her away to a dungeon cell.

Nife was manhandled and kicked into the jail in the enforcer station, shackled at the ankles and left alone with a loud clang of the barred door.

The cell was tight. She checked, trying to wiggle the bars on the window when the guard wasn't watching, and twisting at her shackles. They'd already begun to hurt by an hour in from the sheer weight and tightness.

Nife sat down on the bed and hugged her knees up, leaning her head onto her arms so the guard could stop watching her face and making Nife anxious. She didn't want that guy to come in there, as he kept threatening to do, especially not with how he kept looking at her.

She was so blazing alone, she almost wanted to go back to slavery, even if it meant getting caned and kicked, just to be near Iridiss again.

[btw, I made theme songs for many of my characters, and this is Nife's :) ]

As the sun set, blue miasma curled up in wisps that were pierced through by shafts of golden light. The night shift guards came in silently; Nife noted that they weren’t told who she was. Soon all she could see was a dark blue outside, with a faint nearby glow from a lamp on the building across the alley outside.

She was going to die, and nobody could stop it–if there was anyone that cared enough to try. Her face twisted up and she muffled her sobs against her grubby arm. She was scared.

After a few minutes of sadness that only increased instead of calming, she realized she was hearing a weird shuffling and grunting under the window outside.

"Ah–blazing–horizons–" She recognized the voice. It was Kit.

She looked up to see a puff of ruffled orange hair, then Kit's whole head appear just at the bottom of the high window, eyebrows raised so that he could look inside. When he saw her, his eyes crinkled in a mixture of joy and worry. It was so childish and random that Nife found a tiny chuckle escape her.

"Hey, you okay?" Kit attempted to whisper.

"Splendid." Nife replied, masking a wince with a smile. The smile didn’t work. "You?"

Kit frowned.

“Blazes, I thought they’d use rope.”

He grabbed one of the window bars, his head disappearing for a minute. The next thing she knew, a tiny knife was hurtling through the window and she lunged forward, deftly catching it before it clattered to the floor. Her heart warmed when she recognized her own moth stiletto. The attempt at keeping it quiet was pointless, though, because when she moved the bed squalled like it was being tortured.

Nife had the stiletto under the pillow in half a second and jerked around to face the door when the bars clanged. The guard was standing there, baton still raised as if he thought he might need to hit the bars again to get Nife's attention.

"Okay enough of that," Nife said, eyes down. She didn't dare look back to see if Kit had hidden fast enough.

"What the hell is going on in there?" The guard asked, eyes running greedily over Nife's body once, then again.

"That noise was the bed, sir." Nife said. "Word to the wise, when the bed screams, it's about time to replace it."

That might've been the wrong thing to say.

The guard was fumbling for his key, hot in the face with anger. Nife got off the bed and put her bare feet on the floor, dragging the chain across the stones as she walked to the door.

She watched the guard getting out a key with big eyes.

"What?" The guard said. "Think you can scare me away with those bugged-out skank eyes?"

Nife shook her head, pulling hair back behind her ear to reveal the two earrings as she submissively stepped back. The guard stopped with the key in the lock, giving Nife a look-over like he was thinking twice about coming in.

Then he looked around behind him like he was thinking about getting backup.

"Sorry for the noise." Nife said.

The guard looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then blew his breath out his pursed lips. 

"I'll let you off easy this once." He said. "But no more noise."

"Yes sir." Nife nodded. She didn't even have to try to look submissive anymore. She was so dejected, all she had to do was stop pretending to be fine.

She watched the guard walk away. With her nightsight, she saw Kit pop back up in the window behind her. She turned, dragging the chain with the step, and gave her friend a thumbs-up with a smirk.

His eyes wandered over her bruised arms and the shackles around her ankles, then met Nife's darkened eyes with a level of compassion she wasn't used to.

"I don't have a lot of time." He whispered–even his whisper was uncomfortably loud. "I'm standing on Warren's shoulders."

Nife covered a chuckle at the picture that that created in her mind, and her heart warmed to know that Warren was out there, actually trying to help her.

Nife heard the guard stomping back toward her cell.

"Go!" She flapped a hand at Kit.

"We're going to rescue you." Kit said, then disappeared as the guard showed up at the door again.

Nife backed up to the wall by the head of the bed, where she could grab the knife if it came to a fight.

The guard was staring in, and he was the one that looked crazy as Nife narrowed her eyes and waited.

"Did I not just fucking tell you not to make any noise?"

"If I tell you the truth, you have to promise not to laugh." Nife said, managing to make a flush come up hard enough to make her face go purple.

The guard sort of stopped in his tracks emotionally and frowned at Nife.

"Okay, you can't tell anyone about this," Nife said gravely, covering her face with a hand. "I was going to take a piss."

"Then why did I hear speaking?"

"I... my wiener needs a little encouragement sometimes."

The guard struggled to hold in a chuckle, then burst into laughter.

"Stop it..." Nife pretended to protest, turning away completely as if to hide her face. Relief washed through her as she found that Kit and Warren were gone.

"Wiener!" The guard was wheezing. "...Encouragement!" Then he grabbed a bar and peered through. "Blazes, I thought you were a girl."

Nife did her best to look disgusted. She was flat-chested enough to pass for either.

"Fucking what made you think that?" She said offendedly, and the guard burst into laughter again. "Are you saying I look like a girl?" She egged him on, and the guard swallowed the bait, laughing and walking away, hitting his stick into his palm all the way back.

Nife swallowed and breathed out. She’d better go ahead and use the chamber pot. If she made a single other noise that night she'd have hell to pay.

First chapter: next chapter:

Taglist: @tildeathiwillwrite @mimostic @fleur-a-whump @a-n-j-a-maria per Tumblr's content policy, this is the non-nsfw version, but you can find the canon Dance of Death on Amazon and ao3 (which I'm updating shabbily as fast as I can). Also if you want, it would mean so much to me if you leave a review or comment while you're there.

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Historic chairs to be reused for the Coronation

In addition to St Edward’s Chair (Coronation Chair), which is used for the moment of crowning, The King and The Queen Consort will be seated in Chairs of Estate and Throne Chairs at different points during the service.

In the interest of sustainability, Their Majesties have chosen to use Chairs of Estate and Throne Chairs from the Royal Collection made for previous Coronations. These have been conserved, restored and adapted as required.

The Chairs of Estate which will be used on the 6th May 2023 were made in 1953 by the London firm White, Allom and Company for the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II on 2nd June 1953.

Their Majesties will be sat in the Throne Chairs for the Enthroning and the Homage. These chairs were made for the Coronation of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth on 12th May 1937.

Earlier this year, Their Majesties visited the Royal School of Needlework to meet craftspeople and embroiders who contributed to the project. As The Duchess of Cornwall, Her Majesty The Queen Consort became Patron of the Royal School of Needlework in 2017.

Chairs of Estate

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II used her Chair of Estate during the 1953 service, while the companion Chair of Estate for Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh, was not used at the Service itself but was delivered to Buckingham Palace, where both Chairs have been on display in the Throne Room for many years.  

The Chairs of Estate are made from carved and gilded beechwood in the seventeenth century-style which was used for earlier Chairs of Estate. The cyphers of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip are featured in the carving of the giltwood stretcher joining the front legs, together with the national emblems of a rose, thistle, and shamrock.

The Chairs of Estate will be used during the early parts of the Service and for the Coronation of Her Majesty The Queen Consort.

In preparation for the Coronation, Gilding and Furniture Conservators from the Royal Collection Trust have cleaned, restored and consolidated the giltwood frames. New silk damask was woven by the Humphries Weaving Company, Suffolk to the same pattern with which they were originally upholstered. This was to allow for the cyphers of The King and The Queen Consort to replace those of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip, which were removed and will be kept in the Royal Collection.

The new cyphers for the Chairs of Estate have been hand embroidered by the Royal School of Needlework, and created with cloth of gold, woven with a metal thread. The cloth of gold was then embellished with gold metallic threads. Upon completion, the cyphers were applied onto the silk damask using the appliquè technique. The upholstery was completed by the Royal Household’s upholsterers, including the re-use of the original braid and trimmings.

Throne Chairs

Made by White, Allom and Company, in a seventeenth century style which in turn was based on X-framed Tudor stools. The Chairs were upholstered in crimson velvet and applied with the Royal Arms of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth.

In preparation for the Coronation, the Chairs have been conserved by the Royal Collection Trust’s Furniture Conservators. The crimson silk velvet has been replaced with new velvet and trimmings and the chairs reupholstered by the firm of AT Cronin Workshop Ltd.

New silk braid and trellis fringe, replicating the original trimmings of the Throne Chairs has been woven by Heritage Trimmings Ltd of Derby. The silk was produced by The Humphries Weaving Company, Suffolk, and the silk for the fringe has been specially dyed by Gainsborough Silks, Suffolk. The Royal School of Needlework conserved the original embroidered Coat of Arms on His Majesty’s chair before transferring it onto the new velvet.

In addition, the new Coat of Arms of The Queen Consort has been hand embroidered on Her Majesty’s Throne Chair using the silk shading technique, which has been applied to the new velvet.

St Edward’s Chair (Coronation Chair)

Made over 700 years ago, from Baltic oak and first used at the Coronation of King Edward II. During Their Majesties Coronation on May 6th, His Majesty will be crowned King on St Edward’s Chair.

Congregation Chairs

One hundred chairs have been made in collaboration between The Royal Household, Royal Warrant Holder furniture maker N.E.J Stephenson and The Prince’s Foundation. These chairs were designed by N.E.J Stephenson and will be positioned in Westminster Abbey.

The Chairs have been covered in blue velvet and feature the cyphers of Their Majesties.

The frames of several of the Congregation Chairs were made by six young graduates from The Prince’s Foundation at the Snowdon School of Furniture at Highgrove using traditional materials and techniques to create the chairs with sustainable British oak. This forms part of the wider work carried out by The Prince’s Foundation to preserve traditional skills that are at risk of being lost.

Following the Coronation, the Chairs will be auctioned, and the proceeds will be donated to charity.

[homedaily]

The Evolution of Interior Design

Interior design, an art form that blends aesthetics with functionality, has a rich history. From ancient civilizations to modern times, its evolution reflects cultural shifts, technological advancements, and changing human needs. This article delves into the journey of interior design, highlighting key periods and influential styles.

Ancient Beginnings Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia laid the foundations. Luxurious materials like gold, ebony, and ivory adorned palaces and temples. Hieroglyphics and intricate patterns showcased their craftsmanship. Furniture was minimal yet elegant, often featuring animal motifs.

In ancient Greece, symmetry and proportion were paramount. Columns, friezes, and decorative elements became architectural staples. Homes were sparsely furnished but exuded elegance. Romans adopted and adapted Greek styles, introducing mosaics, frescoes, and grandiose interiors.

Medieval and Gothic Influence The medieval period saw the rise of Gothic architecture. Interiors of cathedrals and castles were characterized by vaulted ceilings, stained glass windows, and ornate carvings. Furniture became more robust and functional, with heavy wooden pieces dominating spaces.

Renaissance Revival The Renaissance brought a renewed interest in classical antiquity. Art, science, and culture flourished. Interiors reflected this cultural rebirth. Opulent furnishings, intricate tapestries, and frescoed ceilings were common. The use of perspective in art influenced spatial design, creating a sense of depth and dimension.

Baroque and Rococo Extravagance The Baroque period embraced drama and grandeur. Lavish decorations, bold colors, and elaborate patterns defined interiors. Furniture was richly ornamented, often gilded and upholstered in luxurious fabrics.

Rococo, a reaction to Baroque's heaviness, introduced lighter, more playful elements. Pastel colors, delicate furniture, and asymmetrical designs characterized this style. Interiors became more intimate and refined.

Neoclassical Restraint Neoclassicism marked a return to classical simplicity. Inspired by the archaeological discoveries of ancient Rome and Greece, this style favored clean lines, symmetry, and restrained ornamentation. Interiors were elegant yet understated, with an emphasis on proportion and harmony.

Victorian Opulence The Victorian era saw a return to opulence. Rapid industrialization made decorative items more accessible. Homes were filled with rich fabrics, ornate furniture, and a mix of styles. Patterns were bold, and every surface was adorned with intricate details.

Art Nouveau and Art Deco Art Nouveau emerged in the late 19th century. This style celebrated natural forms, flowing lines, and organic motifs. Interiors featured handcrafted furniture, stained glass, and elaborate light fixtures.

The 1920s introduced Art Deco, a stark contrast to Art Nouveau's fluidity. This style embraced geometric shapes, bold colors, and luxurious materials like chrome and glass. Interiors exuded glamour and modernity.

Mid-Century Modern The mid-20th century saw the rise of Mid-Century Modern design. Functionality and simplicity took center stage. Clean lines, organic forms, and a mix of traditional and non-traditional materials defined this era. Designers like Charles and Ray Eames, Eero Saarinen, and Florence Knoll became icons.

Postmodern Playfulness Postmodernism emerged in the late 20th century as a reaction to Modernism's rigidity. This style embraced eclecticism, humor, and irony. Interiors featured a mix of styles, bold colors, and playful elements. Functionality was balanced with aesthetics.

Contemporary Trends Contemporary interior design continues to evolve. Minimalism, with its "less is more" philosophy, remains popular. Open spaces, neutral colors, and simple furnishings define this style. Sustainability has become a crucial aspect, with eco-friendly materials and energy-efficient designs gaining prominence.

Technological Integration Technology has revolutionized interior design. Smart homes equipped with automation systems offer convenience and efficiency. Virtual reality and 3D modeling allow designers to visualize and experiment with spaces before actual implementation. This technological integration enhances both the design process and the living experience.

Cultural Influences Globalization has brought diverse cultural influences into interior design. Scandinavian simplicity, Japanese minimalism, and Moroccan opulence are just a few examples. This blending of styles creates unique and personalized spaces that reflect the inhabitants' tastes and heritage.

The Role of Interior Designers Interior designers play a pivotal role in transforming spaces. They balance aesthetics with functionality, considering the occupants' needs and preferences. In Abu Dhabi, decor companies excel in creating luxurious and culturally relevant interiors. Their expertise ensures that every element harmonizes to create a cohesive and inviting environment.

The Impact of COVID-19 The COVID-19 pandemic has reshaped interior design priorities. Homes have become multifunctional spaces, accommodating work, leisure, and wellness. Flexible layouts, ergonomic furniture, and home offices have become essential. Designers focus on creating environments that promote well-being and adaptability.

The Future of Interior Design The future of interior design looks promising. Sustainability will continue to be a driving force, with a focus on reducing environmental impact. Smart technology will become more integrated, offering seamless and personalized experiences. Biophilic design, which incorporates natural elements, will gain popularity, promoting a connection to nature.

Conclusion Interior design has come a long way from its ancient roots. Each era has left its mark, contributing to the diverse and dynamic field we see today. As we move forward, the fusion of tradition and innovation will shape the spaces we inhabit. Whether in Dubai or elsewhere, interior design companies will continue to create environments that inspire and nurture.

Discover the art of interior design with one of the leading interior design companies in Dubai. Transform your space into a haven of style and comfort. Contact us today for a consultation and embark on your journey to a beautifully designed home.

[usacleanmaster]

Home Cleaning: A Comprehensive Guide to a Sparkling Home

Why a Clean Home Matters

Health Benefits of a Clean Living Space

A clean home means fewer germs and allergens, which can lead to better health. Regular cleaning helps prevent the spread of illnesses and reduces allergy symptoms by eliminating dust, pet dander, and other irritants.

Understanding the Basics of Home Cleaning

The Essentials of Home Cleaning

Cleaning Supplies You Need

To get started with home cleaning, you’ll need some basic supplies: a broom, mop, vacuum cleaner, microfiber cloths, sponges, a bucket, and gloves. These tools will help you tackle various cleaning tasks effectively.

Cleaning Products and Their Uses

Different surfaces require different cleaning products. For instance, use glass cleaner for windows and mirrors, all-purpose cleaner for countertops, and a disinfectant for bathrooms. Always read the labels to ensure you’re using the right product for the job.

Creating a Cleaning Schedule

Daily Cleaning Tasks

Daily tasks include making the bed, doing the dishes, wiping down countertops, and tidying up common areas. These small chores can prevent messes from piling up.

Weekly Cleaning Tasks

Weekly cleaning involves more detailed tasks like vacuuming carpets, mopping floors, dusting surfaces, and cleaning the bathroom. Setting aside a specific day each week for these chores can help maintain a clean home.

Monthly Cleaning Tasks

Monthly tasks include deep-cleaning appliances, washing windows, and organizing closets. These less frequent tasks ensure your home remains spotless throughout the year.

Room-by-Room Cleaning Guide

Kitchen Cleaning

Cleaning the Countertops and Sink

Start by clearing off the countertops and wiping them down with an all-purpose cleaner. Scrub the sink with a mild abrasive cleaner to remove stains and keep it shiny.

Maintaining Appliances

Regularly clean your appliances to keep them running efficiently. Wipe down the exterior of your refrigerator, microwave, and stove. Don’t forget to clean the inside of your microwave and oven periodically.

Bathroom Cleaning

Scrubbing the Shower and Tub

Use a bathroom cleaner to scrub the shower walls, doors, and tub. Pay special attention to grout lines and corners where mold and mildew can accumulate.

Keeping the Toilet Sparkling

Clean the toilet bowl with a toilet cleaner and a brush. Wipe down the exterior with a disinfectant to kill germs and keep it looking clean.

Living Room Cleaning

Dusting and Vacuuming

Dust all surfaces, including shelves, tables, and electronics. Vacuum carpets and rugs to remove dirt and dust. If you have hardwood floors, sweep and mop them.

Cleaning Upholstery

Vacuum upholstered furniture to remove dust and crumbs. For stains, use an upholstery cleaner suitable for the fabric type.

Bedroom Cleaning

Making the Bed

Make your bed every morning to give your bedroom an instant tidy look. Change your bed linens weekly to keep them fresh.

Organizing the Closet

Take some time each month to declutter and organize your closet. Donate or discard items you no longer need to keep your space organized.

Deep Cleaning Tips

Seasonal Deep Cleaning

Spring Cleaning Tips

Spring is the perfect time for a thorough cleaning. Open the windows to air out your home, wash curtains, clean light fixtures, and deep clean carpets.

Fall Cleaning Tips

Prepare for the colder months with a fall deep clean. Clean out gutters, wash windows, and organize storage areas to make space for winter items.

Tackling Stubborn Stains

Carpet Stains

Blot spills immediately with a clean cloth. Use a carpet cleaner to treat stains. For tough stains, consider renting a carpet cleaning machine or hiring a professional.

Upholstery Stains

Test any cleaning solution on a hidden area first. Blot the stain with a clean cloth and apply an upholstery cleaner. Gently scrub with a soft brush and let it dry completely.

Green Cleaning Alternatives

Eco-Friendly Cleaning Products

Homemade Cleaning Solutions

You can make effective cleaning solutions with common household items like vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice. These ingredients are natural and safe for the environment.

Benefits of Green Cleaning

Green cleaning products reduce your exposure to harmful chemicals and are better for the environment. They are also often more cost-effective than commercial cleaners.

Maintaining a Clean Home

Habits for Keeping Your Home Clean

Develop daily habits like putting things away immediately, wiping down surfaces, and doing a quick evening tidy-up to keep your home consistently clean.

Benefits of a Clean and Organized Home

A clean home reduces stress, improves health, and creates a pleasant living environment. Keeping your space tidy and organized can enhance your overall well-being.

FAQs

How often should I clean my home?

It depends on your lifestyle and household size, but daily tidying, weekly cleaning, and monthly deep cleaning are good practices.

What are the best products for green cleaning?

Vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice are excellent for most cleaning tasks. You can also find eco-friendly commercial products that are safe and effective.

How can I remove tough stains from my carpet?

Blot the stain immediately and use a carpet cleaner. For persistent stains, consider professional cleaning services.

Is it necessary to deep clean my home every season?

Yes, seasonal deep cleaning helps maintain a healthy and pleasant living environment by tackling areas that regular cleaning might miss.

What are some quick cleaning tips for busy people?

Focus on high-traffic areas, keep cleaning supplies handy, and do small tasks daily to prevent messes from accumulating.

[redtsundere-writes]

Would you consider continuing sukunaxservant? I’m in love with that au 💗💗💗

🥺👉👈 I beg

Hiya! Since you guys and Wattpad ate up my King!Sukuna x Servant!Reader one-shots, I decided to turn it into a series on Wattpad and AO3!

The first 4 one-shots (Ear Cleaning, Ribs, Blood Bath and Eyes on Me) will be included, but they'll be longer and better. So if you like any of those caught your attention, please check out the full version :) Thank you for the support!

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

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CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW! ↆ

Sukuna walked through the corridors illuminated by the dark sun that ruled among the kingdoms. His long, heavy footsteps made the marble floor rumble under his weight. His sharp profile, tattooed shoulders and large body, contrasted by the reddish sky of the cursed land, terrifying any small human who encountered him. He was a king who could control anything thanks to the terror that his large body and absolute power conveyed. He had the power on his hands to kill whatever and whenever he wanted like an omnipotent god, but he liked to watch his rats run from one side to the other to obey his mercy. It amused him to play with his servants to the point of making them cry, tremble or, in extreme cases, commit suicide. He had plenty of servants, so he could afford to kill as many as he wanted. The poor uniformed humans trembled if his dark eyes rested on them. They all tried to dodge him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears. 

Being a monster with senses sharpened to the max, he hated having his ears touched, but it was necessary for him to clean them to have his five senses ready for any battle. He is not someone ticklish, but his ears are the most sensitive part of his entire body. He could clean his own ears himself, but what kind of almighty, omnipotent king would clean his own ears when others could do it?

His eyes navigated through the long and endless corridors of the terrifying castle where he lived with all his subjects. The king's home was a place where darkness, cold, and uncertainty dominated the atmosphere. Even though it was surrounded by luxuries, it felt more like a secret attic than a castle fit for a king. Silver chandeliers, red candles parading on the walls and furniture upholstered with exotic fabrics from around the world decorated each room that was commonly surrounded by portraits made by hundreds of artists who feared for their lives. 

His predatory eyes sought out the first poor servant that crossed his path. He heard the bristles of a broom being scrubbed against the floor. Sukuna spotted a small figure sweeping one of the guest rooms. There you were, humming a song softly from your childhood as you made the broom dance from side to side. You were so focused on your task that you didn't notice the king standing dangerously close to you. As you turned around, you suddenly bumped into his imposing body, giving you a mini heart attack. Dressed in elegant robes, gold rings on each finger and with a wicked grin on his face, he was looking at you as if you were a despicable creature he could get rid of in the blink of an eye. 

You are the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the entire castle. You had not been living there for more than two months, so your direct interactions with the king had been few. Sukuna saw you from head to toe. He remembered you perfectly from the day he met you. Your neatly combed pigtails with two white bows showed off your innocence, the corset accentuated your small waist and the long brown skirt covered your promising legs. He accepted it, you were cute. Other than that, you were a disgusting human like everyone else, but there was something about you that caught his attention. Sukuna didn't know exactly what it was that you had. For the time being, he would continue to treat you as you deserved for being a nasty rat. Immediately, you knelt before your majesty. Your head rested in your hands against the freshly swept floor, your fingers barely touching his feet because of the closeness. 

“Are you having fun?” Sukuna asked, sarcastic. 

“No, my king,” you answered quickly, avoiding making eye contact. 

Sukuna placed one of his bare feet on your back. The oppressive weight crushed you against the cold floor. You prayed inwardly that your bones wouldn't start to creak. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. Having satisfied his need to make the new maid see who her master is, he removed his foot from your agonized back. You took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air again. 

“To my room. Now,” he ordered without deigning to look at you before leaving the room. You remained on the floor, slowly catching your breath. A metal taste touched your tongue. You bit your lower lip so hard what it was bleeding.

FULL CHAPTER ON WATTPAD / AO3!

[furniturelibrary1]

Verona Corner Sofa: The Ultimate Blend of Style, Comfort, and Functionality

Transform your living space with the Verona Corner Sofa, a masterpiece of contemporary design and exceptional comfort. Whether you have a cozy apartment or a spacious living room, this sofa is crafted to fit seamlessly into any corner, maximizing your space while adding a touch of elegance and sophistication.

Superior Quality and Craftsmanship

Material and Upholstery

The Verona Corner Sofa is upholstered in premium-quality fabric or luxurious leather, available in a wide range of colors to match your décor. The fabric is soft to the touch, yet durable enough to withstand daily use, while the leather option exudes a timeless elegance that enhances any room's aesthetic. Both materials are designed to maintain their beauty and resilience over time, ensuring your sofa looks as good as new for years to come.

Frame and Construction

At the heart of the Verona Corner Sofa is a sturdy hardwood frame, meticulously crafted to provide a robust foundation. This solid construction ensures durability and longevity, allowing the sofa to support your family and guests with ease. The high-quality materials and expert craftsmanship mean you can enjoy the Verona Corner Sofa without worrying about wear and tear.

Cushioning and Comfort

Comfort is paramount when it comes to a sofa, and the Verona Corner Sofa does not disappoint. The high-density foam cushions offer unparalleled support and comfort, making this sofa perfect for long hours of lounging, reading, or watching TV. The cushions are designed to retain their shape and firmness, providing a consistent seating experience every time you sit down.

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Enhancing Your Living Experience

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Maintaining the Verona Corner Sofa is simple and hassle-free. The fabric upholstery can be easily cleaned with regular vacuuming and spot cleaning, ensuring it remains fresh and inviting. For the leather option, a periodic application of leather conditioner will keep it soft and prevent cracking. The sofa's durable materials mean you can enjoy its beauty and comfort without extensive upkeep.

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To personalize your Verona Corner Sofa, consider adding decorative throw pillows and a cozy blanket. These accessories not only enhance the comfort of your sofa but also allow you to introduce new colors and textures to your living room. Choose pillows that complement your existing décor or add a pop of color for a vibrant contrast.

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Position your Verona Corner Sofa near a window to create a perfect lounging spot with natural light. This placement not only brightens your space but also provides a cozy nook for reading or relaxing. Alternatively, place it in a central location to serve as the main seating area for entertaining guests.

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Furniture Maintenance: How to Keep Your Dining Chairs Looking New

Investing in a set of stylish and comfortable dining chairs can instantly elevate the overall ambience of your dining area. Whether you have chosen classic wooden chairs or modern upholstered ones, it's crucial to maintain them properly to ensure their longevity and keep them looking new. Let us explore the tips and tricks for maintaining your dining chairs in Singapore, helping you preserve their beauty and functionality for years.

CLEAN REGULARLY TO PREVENT BUILD-UP:

Regular cleaning can prevent dirt, dust, and food particles from accumulating on your dining chairs. Start by vacuuming the chairs to remove loose debris. Use a soft, dry cloth to wipe any remaining dust from wooden chairs. 

Upholstered chairs can be vacuumed or brushed to remove surface dirt. If there are any spills or stains, act quickly and follow the manufacturer's guidelines for stain removal.

PROTECT WITH CHAIR COVERS:

Consider using chair covers to safeguard your dining chairs from accidental spills and stains. These covers protect the chairs and add a touch of elegance to your dining space. Opt for chair covers made from durable and easy-to-clean fabrics that match your overall decor. Remember to remove and wash the covers regularly to maintain cleanliness and freshness.

AVOID DIRECT SUNLIGHT:

Excessive exposure to sunlight can cause fading and damage to the materials of your dining chairs. To protect them, position the chairs away from direct sunlight or use curtains, blinds, or window films to filter the harsh rays. This simple precaution will help preserve the colour and integrity of the chairs for a longer time.

CUSHION ROTATION:

If your dining chairs have removable cushions, rotate them regularly to ensure even wear and tear. It helps prevent permanent indentations and extends the cushions' lifespan. You can also distribute the weight evenly, avoiding imbalances and maintaining a comfortable seating experience by switching cushions as often as possible.

TIGHTEN LOOSE SCREWS AND BOLTS:

Over time, regular use can cause screws and bolts in your dining chairs to become loose. To prevent wobbling and potential damage, inspect and tighten them periodically. Use a suitable screwdriver or wrench to ensure the stability of the chairs. Taking care of these small maintenance tasks can significantly prolong the life of your dining chairs.

CONSIDER FLOOR PROTECTORS:

To protect your dining chairs and your floors, consider using floor protectors. These simple accessories, such as felt pads or rubber caps, can be attached to the bottom of the chair legs, preventing scratches and reducing noise when moving the chairs. 

AVOID EXCESSIVE WEIGHT:

While dining chairs are designed to support weight, it's crucial to avoid placing excessive pressure on them. Avoid using chairs as stepping stools or placing heavy objects on them. It will help prevent structural damage and maintain the overall stability and integrity of the chairs.

CONCLUSION

By following these practical tips for furniture maintenance, you can ensure that your dining chairs in Singapore remain in good condition, preserving their beauty and functionality for years to come. Regular cleaning, using chair covers, protecting from direct sunlight, cushion rotation, tightening loose screws, utilising floor protectors, and avoiding excessive weight are all essential steps to maintain your dining chairs effectively. Take care of your investment so your dining area will continue to radiate style and comfort.

Remember, well-maintained dining chairs not only enhance your dining experience but also contribute to the overall aesthetics of your home. So, make these maintenance practises a part of your routine and enjoy your beautiful dining chairs for a long time. Visit our website today to discover a wide range of dining chairs in Singapore. Invest in quality furniture and create a dining space that reflects your style and stands the test of time.

[litfever]

ittosara / early twenties, building their home

<3 modern au

The first piece of furniture they buy for the new apartment is a dining table.

It's wood and old and they found it on Facebook Marketplace for a suspiciously low price, but it's the first thing in their new home that's wholly theirs. They buy it with both of their money- Itto's salary and the bit of money Sara gets from her scholarship stipend.

Itto watches a bunch of YouTube videos and he splurges on paint strippers and buffers and whatever tools he would need for building and repairing, because this was his home, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't take care of it.

He still goes to work, he's always mainly done consultation and remote working (computer/design) stuff, and he's thankful for the pay and flexibility since he liked that there was someone who could look after the apartment most of the time. Sara is still a full-time law student, and she's also interning at a corporate law firm. Once, she told him she was thinking about doing financial consultation work to help him with money, but he told her he could handle the bills and expenses in the meantime because he saw how tired she is all the time. He loves her and he knows she can support herself but he wants to take care of her, too. Whenever she feels bad about it he tells her she really shouldn't, and when she insists, he tells her she has the rest of their lives to make it up to him.

Whatever free time he has is dedicated to fixing whatever he can. He strips the dining table and chairs and sands them down until the beautiful grains of the wood can be seen. He uses a dark stain and Sara almost cries the first time she sees the finished product.

Sara buys new faucets and a showerhead the next day.

Before long, they have a couch (which Itto re-upholsters) and a bed frame (which he also spruces up). They decide to splurge on a nice mattress after about three months of saving (they've been using their college mattresses; squeezed together). Living together had felt like an extended sleepover at that point, like how they used to camp at each other's dorm rooms back in undergrad. But, sleeping on the mattress that they bought for themselves for the first time made everything feel so much more real. They both wake up earlier than usual the next morning, both planning on bringing the other breakfast in bed. They laugh and cook together, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, the morning sun illuminating them both.

Itto also starts a mini garden in their kitchen, just herbs at first, lined up on their windowsill and pleasantly green. Then, it grows, and before long Itto has potted plants all over their one-bedroom one-bathroom. Itto waters them and Sara dusts them off.

There is one corner of their apartment that's been designated as Sara's study space and another as Itto's working space. Itto leaves her encouraging sticky notes all over her sticky-note wall, and Sara cleans and prepares fruits for him so he can grab whatever he needs from the fridge when she's away.

At night, Itto usually cooks, and Sara cleans. Sometimes she tells him she's had a long day, so he turns his phone's volume the entire way (Taylor Swift and Radiohead and who else is in their shared playlist) and they dance and sway before they go to bed. When he tells her he's had a long day, they sit on their couch- or, Sara sits, and Itto lays with his head on her lap, and they talk. Or, Sara talks (about her classes or her internship or her friends or whatever book she's read most recently) and runs her fingers through his hair and he listens. Her voice has always calmed him, after all. He doesn't think it will ever change, no matter how many years pass.

In their second year in the apartment, they get a dog, and they name it Dog, which Itto finds exceedingly funny. Sara doesn't, so they get a cat the next year and name it Algernon.

When she graduates, Itto and his entire family hold a party for her. All their friends are there, too. She looks at him and the cake in his hands and thinks that she's never felt so loved before. Itto tells her he will spend the rest of their lives making her feel this way.

[ofcalloways]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

genevieve  lives  in  a  two  bedroom  flat  near  campus.  paid  for  by  her  parents,  her  apartment  takes  up  the  top  floor  of  a  small  but  stunning  building.  the  building  is  old,  built  as  the  university  was  growing,  and  while  the  historic  beauty  of  it  has  been  preserved  the  space  has  been  infused  with  modern  luxury.  the  entryway  features  italian  marble  floors  and  a  stunning  staircase,  and  two  floors  up  (  by  stairs  or  by  small  elevator  )  sits  genevieve’s  apartment . . .

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though  the  stunning  historical  architecture  of  the  apartment  has  been  kept  painstakingly  intact,  the  space  has  been  treated  to  many  renewals  and  lots  of  upkeep  over  the  years.  it  was    already  a  high  end  space  geared  towards  the  wealthy  students  of  meraviglia  before  genevieve  ever  stepped  foot  in  it,  but  the  most  recent  work  on  it  was  done  by  her  team.  the  design  of  the  apartment  highlights  its  historic  charm  while  keeping  a  clean,  modern  feel.  think  large  windows  and  wood  floors  with  high  end  fixtures,  white  linen,  and  crisp  lines.  while  genevieve  didn’t  pick  out  a  single  piece  of  furniture  or  design  anything  herself,  everything  has  been  perfectly  tailored  to  her  style,  simple,  elegant,  and  expensive.  

the  upkeep  of  her  apartment  is  also  something  gen  doesn’t  play  a  big  role  in.  while  she  does  generally  keep  her  space  meticulously  tidy,  she  isn’t  someone  that’s  ever  done  her  own  laundry  or  taken  out  the  trash.  the  apartment  is  always  serenely  beautiful  and  impeccably  neat,  exactly  what  you  would  expect  her  space  to  be.  it  generally  smells  of  wood  sage  and  sea  salt  from  her  favourite  jo  malone  candle  mixed  with  a  floral  scent  from  the  flowers  that  are  regularly  refreshed  (again,  taken  care  of  by  someone  else,  genevieve  not  at  all  nurturing  enough  to  change  the  water  in  a  vase).  

her  kitchen  doesn’t  get  used  very  much,  but  it’s  stunning  nonetheless.  her  fridge  is  primarily  stocked  with  meals  from  a  chef  on  the  island  and  bottles  of  expensive  wine.  her  gorgeous,  gas,  unbelievably  expensive  stove  goes  almost  untouched,  as  she  prefers  to  simply  order  in  meals  rather  than  to  cook  —  because  really,  how  could  she  spare  the  time  for  that.  what  she  will  take  the  time  to  make  is  a  cocktail  (  she’s  never  been  the  kind  of  girl  to  go  for  a  vodka  cranberry  ),  everything  needed  to  make  the  perfect  martini  is  available  at  a  moment’s  notice.  she  will  often  use  her  kitchen  to  study,  the  marble  countertop  of  the  island  perfect  for  spreading  out  her  papers  and  books  when  her  desk  feels  too  small.  it’s  perfect,  given  that  she  really  prefers  studying  at  home  to  studying  in  public  where  anybody  can  see  how  hard  she  works  (  and  interrupt  her  ).  she  tends  to  alternate  between  her  bed,  her  desk,  her  counter,  and  on  occasion  a  bubble  bath  for  studying,  schoolwork,  and  planning.

the  apartment  has  one  and  a  half  baths.  the  powder  room  off  of  the  main  entry  way  is  stunning  enough,  beautiful  floral  wallpaper  and  expensive  fixtures  (  and  perfect  lighting  for  moody  mirror  selfies  when  gen  is  ever  hosting  ),  but  the  en  suite  is  truly  gorgeous.  featuring  an  enormous  tub,  bubble  baths  a  favourite  of  gen’s,  and  a  large  shower,  of  course  with  a  rainfall  showerhead  and  a  steam  setting.  essentially,  it’s  an  on  demand  spa  in  her  humble  abode.

the  living  room  rarely  looks  lived  in,  but  it’s  furnishings  are  plush  and  inviting.  incredibly  expensive  couches  upholstered  in  white  fabric  that  brings  a  brightness  to  the  space  and  contrast  the  dark  wood  of  the  coffee  table.  there  always  seems  to  be  a  new  selection  of  coffee  table  books  waiting  to  be  picked  through  by  any  guest,  always  featuring  some  form  of  incredibly  interesting  and  cool  subject  matter,  fashion  and  architecture  and  art  infused  into  her  space  in  the  most  unobtrusive  way.  the  space  also  features  a  gorgeous,  original  fireplace  with  a  large  mirror  resting  above  it.  gen,  not  one  to  watch  tv  often,  instead  has  a  projector  hidden  away  somewhere.  the  living  room  also  opens  up  to  a  small  terrace  which  adjoins  to  her  bedroom,  featuring  a  cafe  set  for  breakfasts  in  the  warm  italian  sun.

the  second  bedroom  in  the  apartment  has  been  converted  into  a  space  that  is  so  specific  to  genevieve  it’s  almost  sickening:  a  combination  walk  in  closet  and  office.  perhaps  it  seems  odd,  but  the  pairing  never  gave  her  pause.  to  genevieve  the  way  she  presents  herself  to  the  world  is  another  piece  of  her  work.  half  of  the  room  is  lined  with  bookshelves,  the  other  half  with  clothing,  shoes,  and  handbags.  if  you’re  lucky  enough  perhaps  you’ll  even  see  the  jewelry  collection  that’s  tucked  away,  filled  with  vintage  diamonds  and  pearls  that  have  been  passed  down  to  her.  

her  bedroom  is,  in  a  word,  luxurious.  in  the  center  of  the  room  sits  a  plush  king  sized  bed,  topped  with  silk  sheets  and  a  down  duvet.  on  her  bed  side  table  you  may  find  the  latest  issue  of  vogue  (  which  she  happily  reads  for  the  fashion  AND  the  articles,  a  girl  shouldn’t  have  to  choose  )  or  a  dense,  unflinchingly  complex  text  on  international  law  or  political  theory.  one  wall  features  large  windows  and  of  course  the  entry  to  the  balcony,  diaphanous  curtains  separating  her  from  the  world  while  greedily  allowing  the  light  into  the  space.  her  vanity  also  resides  in  her  bedroom,  gen  preferring  to  do  her  makeup  and  hair  there  rather  than  anywhere  else.  the  closet  in  the  bedroom  is  heartbreakingly  small,  owing  to  the  old  architecture  of  the  building,  in  it  mostly  nightwear  resides,  silky  nightgowns  and  pajamas  as  well  as  warm  cashmere  for  when  she  feels  cold.  while  her  bedroom  is  gorgeous,  it  perhaps  has  more  in  common  with  a  luxury  hotel  than  someone’s  home.  gen  keeps  little  of  anything  sentimental  in  the  space,  a  firm  believer  that  attachments  only  slow  one  down.  of  course,  there’s  also  the  fact  that  the  only  person  she’s  ever  truly  been  sentimental  about  is  her  brother,  and  reminders  of  him  burn  more  than  they  soothe.

[imeverywoman420]

And im just a very extreme person so if i got into 1 aspect of that healthy clean farm cottagecore self sustained bullshit i would feel like such a failure for not like growing my own chickens too.

i just dont see how you can spend all day knitting and canning and upholstering furniture and doing garden work and pickling vegetables. Like that takes skill and discipline sure but how do you not wanna blow your brains out. When does it end.

like when does your brain say “ok we’re DONE!” It doesnt u just keep getting sucked in… seems boring as fuck. Youre never done.