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otterlyfoolish · 1 year ago

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Toriko Roommate HCs

A bunch of Headcanons of on being roommates with the Toriko characters. Semi-shitpost purely because I'm doing this to get a laugh out of it. Pretty platonic stuff. Not edited, I hate editing!

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(Heavenly Kings & Komatsu)

Toriko

I could see him living with someone else if he wasn't able to live in his candy house anymore. It'll probably because they refused to keep making them.

Eats the fridge out. He also eats the ice in the freezer. Nothing is left.

Gone as soon as you step away from the vicinity of the kitchen area.

Don't worry about it too much, he'll leave enough for one serving. Just one. It's for you so you have something to eat for the next meal.

Your shopping trip for one now has to turn into shopping trip for two. If you have a list of stuff to buy hung up on the fridge somewhere, he'll start writing on it. The list of items in his handwriting is more than double of whatever you buy to eat.

He makes up for it though. Causally slams down a massive stack of cash to cover for the cost of it and then walks out to go get lunch with Komatsu or something.

Invites you out to eat sometimes. Expensive restaurants are just as likely as chance as the local noodle joint.

You have a pet? No. You had a pet.

Your pet would naturally gravitate towards towards him

He would probably take it on a walk even if it was a pet fish or bug.

The worse part is that he doesn't even feed it, they just like him more than you. An natural animal's person.

You'll find them napping together.

He's a shedder. Blue hair everywhere, he has so much hair it blocks up the vacuum cleaner.

His clothes are also spread about the place, but when he notices them, he'll chuck them in the washing machine.

He probably isn't home too much. But you know when he is because you can find a pair of muddy footprints leading up to your front door.

When he is home, he might bring some people over - he's a social guy when he isn't out hunting or eating

Sometimes might bring over Komatsu. You'll find the two of them sitting on the couch watching some cooking show. These are the best days because he usually stays until dinner and makes all three of you food to eat.

His brothers might come over. Coco is a delight to have. Sunny is snippy, but you can tell he cares somewhat. Zebra… You're afraid that he won't stop at emptying your fridge, and will start chomping down on the metal container.

You could probably grow used to being his roommate, there's nothing too bad, just a collection of a lot of little things.

Coco

I don't even know how you convinced him to be roommates with you - I cannot imagine a scenario where he would do this.

But it barely even matters since you won't see him. Like at all. You'll have to live with him for a couple years before he even thinks about starting to warm up to you.

Almost always in his room. He's deathly silent too - you won't hear a single thing from him ever. The absolute most you'll hear is him talking to some sort of bird outside his window(?) You still aren't really sure who he's talking to, but you occasionally hear some bird sounds.

On the rare occasion you see him outside, he's reading a thick book about something you'll need a master's degree to fully understand. He'll simply greet you and return to reading. Don't stare too long or he'll retreat back to his room.

You have no idea how often he's at home, purely because you have no idea if he's even home or not from how much noise he makes. The only way you could really tell is seeing if his shoes are gone or not. It's unsettling, borderline frightening.

Extremely respectful of the shared space - no dishes in sink, the place is well-maintained, there's barely any indication that you live with another person. The only thing that's his is the massive bookcase that takes up a fair chunk of the room.

If he likes you, he'll let you read some of the books on the shelf. Just under no circumstances do you dog-ear the pages. Your privilege will be revoked instantly. The bookshelf will be replaced with one that requires a lock, or even worse, moves to his room and you will truly never see him again.

If you're friendly enough with him, you could possibly invite him to watch something together on the television.

If you ask him what he wants to watch, you'll end up watching a three-hour long documentary on something - pray it's a topic you like or you might not make it out awake.

If you fall asleep during it, he'll just turn it off, and probably won't accept any other offers to watch stuff with you. It's not that he's offended, it's more so he sees it as redundant if you're not even going to be awake.

Don't worry about it too much, if you like playing puzzle games on a console, he might come out and watch you play. He won't say anything though, even if you get stuck. If you want help, you have to ask him.

Never brings guest over. Though, guests will sometimes make their way over.

Toriko and Komatsu are the more common ones. They usually come bringing food. It's a good day when they come to visit because they will share food with you.

Sunny is rarer, if you see him, it's usually urgent and Coco will leave alongside him immediately. You probably won't see him for a week at least.

Once, and only once you met a man covered in blood, half naked with a ripped jaw. You fainted at the sight.

Coco later told you that that man was his 'baby brother'. You still don't know if it was fragment of your imagination.

A stickler that he seems to keep doing is showering in scalding hot water. If you forget and just jump in, your skin will burn.

Apart from that, he's a fairly good roommate? He'll leave you alone, and won't cause any fuss unless you're doing something he really, really doesn't like.

Sunny

Passive aggressive as hell

If you shed a lot of hair, and aren't diligent on vacuuming it up in time, he'll gather all of it up and place it in front of your bedroom door.

If you leave the dishes undone for too long in the sink, he'll do the same thing - leave it at your door to trip up on.

You'll probably have a lot of petty arguments with him. Nothing serious.

He's a good roommate in other ways though.

He's probably not against sharing his skin care products with you if he doesn't hate you too much. He'd probably even give you tips on how to help or maintain it.

But do not ask him to borrow any or his hair products. None.

You will never see a bug in your living quarters ever again - he will eliminate the cause effective immediately.

The same applies to rats, or any pests of any kind. He will not tolerate having any of these things in his home, so you'll also be safe from it.

If you watch TV, he might come in uninvited and give you running commentary on the people's appearances or the show itself.

"Really? That shirt with those pants?"

…Even though he's kind of a fashion disaster himself. The only reason he can pull it off is because he has unrivalled confidence in himself.

"…Gross. He's obviously having an affair with the girl at his workplace. The story isn't even good."

He'll still watch shitty dramas as long as you keep it on the screen.

You think that he secretly enjoys it.

"…Are you seriously watching Toriko eat absurd amounts of food for entertainment?"

Insert scoff here.

He might actually just turn the TV off for this one.

Just remember to turn down the volume if you're watching late at night - he will be very upset if you interrupt his beauty sleep.

Rin has a pair of spare keys to your place. You'll see her in and about even if Sunny isn't home at the moment. The two of you sometimes trash talk him, but she mostly just waves at you and continue doing… whatever she's doing at your place.

Sometimes when she comes over, the place smells 10x better. You're not sure what magic she works, but you swear it could be drugs.

Overall, not a bad roommate, but could certainly be better.

Zebra

…You really wanna do this? Alright.

I'd recommend buying sound-proof headphones and sound-proofing your room.

It doesn't actually help that much, but it's really just for your own peace of mind.

Also team "Empties the fridge", but doesn't stop there.

You're concerned he might actually just eat the fridge. Whole. Unhinge his jaw like a snake and crunch it like nothing.

Jokes about eating your pet if you have one.

He makes half threats about eating you if you don't buy food everyday.

Doesn't even matter if you do buy food every day since he probably won't be there the next day

If Toriko had muddy footprints, he has bloody ones. Do Not Ask. He'll answer you, but you won't like the answer he gives you. Just save yourself the horror.

Police will absolutely come by a couple times a month purely because of your neighbours calling them on him.

Maybe it's the bloody footprints. Maybe it's the fact he broke the 'tiny' doorway on the way in.

When they explain that they thought that he was going to kill you, you laugh but wonder if the police would even stand a chance if he was going to kill you.

It doesn't help that he leaves for weeks at a time and comes stumbling in covered in gore he hasn't really bothered to clean off yet.

You don't even really know what to do in this situation apart from explain that he's a roommate.

No, he's not trying to kill you.

No, he is not holding you hostage.

Yes, you would like for them to stop coming at this point.

The few redeeming qualities are:

Your home is completely safe. You will never worry about a break in - he can hear anything happening for miles and miles. In fact, if anyone were break in, it would be him.

Yes, he's done it before after losing his keys.

Yes you just woke up, walked out to see him covered in blood, waved at him then went back to sleep.

Yes, you are far too desensitised to blood now.

Rats and other creatures are too afraid of living in your home - pests will actively avoid living there. Just be careful about your pet running away from home if they're able to. (They'll get used to him eventually)

He will sometimes bring back an absolutely massive chunk of meat - . You may eat it if he likes you enough.

But if you eat it, you have to help him cook it. No matter how good you are at it, he'll just shake his head.

…He's probably thinking that Komatsu could do better.

Komatsu

In my opinion, the best roommate on this list. Purely because he is the most normal on this list.

Will cook for you. You will cry tears of joy. Weep. You will be grateful simply because of how tasty it is.

He'll be organised with the kitchen, it'll pretty much always be full.

Just… If you move anything, remember where it came from, because he'll get pretty upset if you keep doing this. He likes a system to his madness.

The fridge will be fairly stocked, but he'll keep a list of what he needs on a paper stuck to a magnet. It'd be appreciated if you could buy these items when he can't.

You don't get to spend a lot of time with him. Between being Toriko's partner and running his kitchen at Hotel Gourmet, he doesn't have a lot of free time.

When he comes home, it's late at night. The two of you should be asleep.

In fact, he tells you that you should be asleep at this time. Fucking hypocrite.

When you do get to spend time with him, he's probably in the kitchen tinkering around with something new he bought at the World Kitchen or something Toriko had swung by to give him.

If you really wanna spend time with him, you should just pull up a chair to the counter.

If you're close enough to him, he'll invite you to help make dinner.

Don't worry, he'd give you something really, really simple to do.

There is no room for disappointment.

If he isn't experimenting, he'll probably be watching some sort of cooking show. (A massive part of his personality is just flipping cooking and I love it so fucking much) You're welcome to join him watching the show.

Just be careful since he will be asking you what you think about contestants three's pie crust. He will not be satisfied with a half-assed answer.

He'll have a notepad on his lap, and he'll be taking notes whenever something interests him.

His notes are very neat, so you can read them, but you aren't sure if they make much sense.

Toriko is a common sight in your home. He'll just sit on the couch with a bag of food he took out of the fridge. He'll give you a nice big grin while waving at you with your lunch plans in his mouth.

Komatsu will probably scold him a bit, but you know that nothing will change. You'll probably see him in two weeks doing the same thing again.

Since he isn't home often, and he's a pretty likable, you'll probably start doing his portion of his chores after long enough. He insists you don't have to, but you'll probably end up doing it.

He also gets you to get rid of the spiders. Don't kill them though, after meeting Toriko, he'd avoid doing these things. Just put them outside.

Don't try to scare him even as a joke - he will scream his lungs out and your neighbours will think that a murder had happened.

Also… be careful you don't join his fucking harem.

#toriko #toriko imagine #toriko x reader #this is more shitpost than serious I'd say #OtterlyFoolishYapping #Toriko headcanons #coco #Sunny #Zebra #Komatsu #x reader

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circledemptiness · 3 months ago

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Honey Drinking

Fandom: Batman (Arkham Knight) Pairing: Edward Nigma (The Riddler) x Reader Rating: Explicit +18 Tags: Oral sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms ✦ Read on AO3 – Older work (and it shows)

"He claimed it countless times before: the Riddler is just the best at everything, and he has to prove it to you. He’s dedicated. Has a reputation to maintain." A short story about Edward eating you out.

You can guess the dark brown tone of Edward’s hair underneath all the grease, dust and filth. Feels sticky and wet to the touch, but you can’t help running your fingers through it. Feathers of a petrol-covered crow that you’ve been taming. He hums appreciatively. There’s a band aid on his forehead, where his skin is cleaner from being covered by his goggles, now removed, tossed aside on the couch you’re sitting on, legs spread wide enough to accommodate him, kneeling on the ground. You count five band aids; on his forehead, his neck, his torso, one on each arm. There are probably more of them, hidden under his dirty clothes.

His entire body is covered in bruises, dried blood and sweat. His eyes are the only part of him that are still clear and colorful, shining even in the low light, like two precious and expressive emeralds. A lighthouse in the fog. His face is crimson red underneath all the grime, sweat beads rolling on his forehead.

You find interesting how his disheveled appearance and pungent scent usually makes you gag, especially when he’s acting like a petulant child, throwing temper tantrums, spitting venom at you; but as soon as he kneeled before you, lifting the hem of your dress to uncover your legs, kneading your thighs with an adoring look on his face, the smell hits your core differently. It becomes a scent you wouldn’t mind being caked in. Reminds you of the last time you met him, how you made him sob as he came in your hand, splashing your stomach with his sticky spunk. When he grabbed you by the waist with his calloused hands and forced your body to grind against his touch starved core. Then, his nasty appearance, his odor turned into something more intimate. Something wild. Erotic. Perhaps you were just as filthy as him, in the end.

You eventually get dirty as soon as he touches you anyway. His ungloved hands and blackened fingernails leave dark marks on the clean skin of your thighs; for an instant you wonder why you bothered showering. Shakingly, Edward lowers his head and kisses your plush tender flesh, nibbling on it, sucking it. His lips feel warm on your exposed skin. You sigh at his touch. It encourages him even more.

Then, something feels wet, warm; the flat of his tongue is exploring the inside of your thigh, tasting you, while his hands hold your legs open. A low blissful hissing noise escapes your mouth, and you tug at his hair gently. He gets the hint, lifts your dress higher, exposing your panties, already darkened by your drenched center. You keep stroking his hair, gently pulling his head closer to your cunt, and how could he resist the invitation?

Soon, his nose is pressed against the thin fabric of your underwear. He smells your scent, and moans. You wonder when was the last time he saw a real cunt. Probably too busy spending his days and nights all alone building machines, plotting his design. Yeah, probably been a while, you can tell by the way he’s drunk on the smell of your cunt.

With his thumb, he slides your underwear to the side, uncovering your sex. Your position makes your cunt look like a tempting fruit; your pubic hair like a velvety peach, your folds looking delicious and delicate, your small flushed nub open like a pistil, your shy hole already glistening, almost dripping. The view makes Edward tremble and shake for a second, but the man is way too starved to miss out on this dream-like opportunity.

You choke out a low moan, mouth hanging open, when you feel the flat of his tongue against your folds. One of his hands reached behind your thigh, grabbing your flesh firmly yet delicately, while his other one kept your underwear in place. Edward groans against your core while licking your entire slit, experimenting patterns and alternating between the flat and the tip of his tongue. He drinks your honey willingly, looking at you with hazy eyes, clouded by pleasure and lust, his nose rubbing against your lovely nub.

He’s lapping your essence like a starved dog now. Forceful. Passionate. The wet noises he makes are ungodly, make your thighs jerk around his frame. They make it hard for you to pretend you’re not enjoying it. You feel your face turn red, and you pant, feeling overwhelmed by the way he’s worshiping you.

There’s a warm tension in your stomach, a blissful wave crashing against your walls, and it gets worse when you feel his appendage probing at your hole, sucking the life out of you, penetrating you as deeply as his muscles allow him to. You’re sweating, almost as much as he is, and the way you moan and sob is all he needs to know he’s doing you right.

Once he’s tired of playing with your aching hole, he takes your small labias in his mouth. Sucks on them lovingly. Pulls on them. You feel his tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh, and you cry out his name, until he stops and rewards you with the comforting and delicious pressure of the flat of his tongue against your slit.

He claimed it countless times before: the Riddler is just the best at everything, and he has to prove it to you. The way he eats you out is out of this world, as he adapts himself, paying close attention to the way your body moves, to the noises you make. He’s dedicated. Has a reputation to maintain. And you couldn’t care less about his bruised ego, all you can think about in this moment is how his tongue is fucking you relentlessly.

You feel your thighs tremble, pleasure building inside of your stomach, until he notices your neglected clit and gently takes it in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. The pressure on your sensitive nub makes you wail, so he doesn’t stop. His mouth and stubble are covered in your fluids, glistening, and now he’s quickly licking your nub, his knuckles rubbing along your needing slit.

“God yes, Edward, don’t stop!” you beg him, and he lifts his green eyes up, desperately searching for your stare. Making eye contact with the Riddler as he’s eating you is all you need to feel more tension in your lower belly, and you start rocking your hips against his tongue. He cocks a brow, and there’s something sparkling in his eyes; at this moment he’s the most handsome man in the universe.

Edward opens wide, offers you his flat tongue, and you willingly and frantically grind against it while he’s contemplating you adoringly, immobile. Your moans and sobs fill the otherwise relatively quiet room, as he lets you fuck yourself on his tongue. And damn it, you swear you can see him grin between your legs.

“So close…” you whisper, shakingly, your breath getting irregular. You feel his hands caressing your thighs. Encouraging you. There’s something different in his stare, and in this instant you’re unsure who’s really having the upper hand now. It tingles something inside of you, and you moan at his insisting stare.

He suddenly grabs your thighs firmly. Holds you in place. You yelp in protest, but Edward is quick to suck on your clit again, the way that made you yell before, while one of his hands crawl between your legs, spreading your folds. He easily slips two fingers in your aching hole, and you scream at the sudden intrusion. A much welcome touch.

He’s curling his fingers inside of you, thrusts them in and out, while sucking, licking, lapping everything that comes out of you, drinking every last drop of your essence, stimulating your nub again. And all you can do is shake, cry, yell. Your orgasm finally builds and breaks deeply inside of you, feels like a thunder in your guts, and your entire body stiffens and jerks underneath his delicious torture. You cry out his name, grab his hair, yell until your lungs and throat burn, as Edward drinks your orgasm and keeps fucking your hole.

You cry and beg him to stop, but he doesn’t, no, he doesn’t let go of you. Keeps fucking you with his fingers at a frantic pace, keeps licking every part of you. He’s angling his fingers in a way that feels familiar, reaching that spot deep inside of you, assaulting it over and over again. You feel overstimulated, it’s almost painful, until you understand that he won’t stop until you come again, for him . You feel tears in your eyes, your insides burning, getting tense, stiffening, until you feel it, you feel the wave, and fuck it’s gonna be a big one.

You pant, hyperventilate and wail, finally welcoming your second orgasm. You hear Edward laughing triumphantly between your legs. Only once you are drained, choking, sobbing, begging for his mercy does he let go of you. His pace gets slower and slower, and he’s resting his face against your thigh, offering you an adoring look.

You sob when he removes his fingers and tongue, but you feel way too numb and exhausted to protest. He’s panting, and you can’t help but giggle when he’s massaging his jaw. He cocks a brow at you and rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face shows he’s not mad.

“That was… amazing, Edward” you shyly admit. He chuckles. Makes your heart melt.

“Well… did you expect any less from me?” he asks, smugly.

You giggle and grab him by his open shirt, pulling him into a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, along with the saltiness of his sweat. You’re letting yourself fall on your back, and he crawls on top of you. You feel exhausted, trembling and numb. Edward kisses your jaw, then your neck. You feel him grinding against your core, his cock feels painfully hard through his pants. He looks at you, a devilish smile on his face.

“So… my turn?” he asks playfully, eagerly grinding against your still sensitive parts.

You won’t sleep much that night.

#edward nigma #edward nygma #edward nashton #the riddler #arkham knight riddler #edward nigma x reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nygma x reader #the riddler x reader

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firstdegreefangirl · 2 years ago

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It's Dirty Work (getting laundry clean)

“So you put the softener in there, close the lid, we’ll set the dial to cold, and then … start!” Lucy pushes the button and claps her hands together when the washing machine starts whirring. “See? It’s not so bad.”

“Yeah, you know what I usually do to start my laundry? Give it to the doorman, and he takes it to the dry cleaner. Then in three days, it’s hanging back outside my door. All I have to do is bag up the dirty clothes and pay the bill at the end of the month.”

“You said you wanted to learn how us ‘normal people’ live,” Lucy spins around, pulling a couple of wine glasses out of the cabinet. “Besides, now you have 47 minutes to regale me with more stories from your upper-crust lifestyle.”

“Well first of all, my wine doesn't come out of the same fridge as my lunch meat.” But he takes a glass anyway, when Lucy offers it, and follows her to share the sofa.

By the time the buzzer goes off on the washing machine, signaling the end of the cycle, they’ve almost forgotten there were clothes tumbling at all. Aaron startles, sloshing the last swallow of his wine up the sides of the glass. Mercifully, it clings to the edges but doesn’t spill as Lucy starts laughing.

“God, it’s been ages since that buzzer has scared someone. It used to get Jacks –” She cuts herself off and backtracks. Some memories aren’t for Tuesday afternoons. “Anyway, that means the washer is done. Or you can turn it off and just set a timer on your phone or whatever.”

“OK, but it just went off. Why would I set a timer for something that’s already finished?”

“No, you – if you don’t like using the buzzer, you can set a timer next time instead.”

“You like that thing?”

“I like that it holds me accountable for actually getting up to start the dryer.” Lucy leads him back to the laundry room and walks him through transferring the clothes from one machine to the next. A couple of times, she stops him and explains that sweaters dry flat, jackets dry best hung up and blankets lose their fluff if you’re not gentle with them in the wash.

Then they’re back on the couch, wine glasses refilled, debating the merits of watching Legally Blonde versus The Parent Trap and considering a takeout order.

“OK, what about this: Ethiopian food, Legally Blonde, maybe we make cupcakes after?” Lucy looks over her shoulder, like she’ll be able to X-ray-vision her way into the cabinets. “I’m pretty sure I have a mix.”

“Or we skip the cupcakes, order Greek and get baklava. While we watch Parent Trap.”

“Greek. Baklava. Legally Blonde.” Lucy counters.

Read the rest on ao3 here!

#chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #aaron thorsen #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #chenford fanfic #katie writes #kw23 #5.14

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or13m · 27 days ago

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Ink Wells and Dark Spells (batim) Chapter 013

Panic was the first emotion you felt when you woke up.

The second you started to rouse, you snapped into a sitting position, chest heaving. Your vision blackened for a moment, your head swimming with how quickly you had moved and you couldn't help but whimper at the sudden lack of vision, the dream fresh in your mind. You heard quick footsteps somewhere nearby before something slammed into your arms, toppling you backwards. You only calmed down when you recognized the tail wrapping around yours and gloved hands brushing away your tears.

"Bendy," you whimpered, pitifully, burying your face into the toon demon's chest. His arms wrapped around your head to hold you tightly against him. Your trembling slowly eased away with the motion of his fingers combing through your hair. The two of you stayed like that until you could breathe properly again. When you could finally lift your head up, you took a curious look around.

This was not your home.

Your arms tightened around your boyfriend's waist, tail doing the same instinctively. That dream--or nightmare--had left you shaken. You didn't know the meaning of it. It had resembled the studio, but it was much cleaner than any part of it you'd ever seen. Emptier, too.

Except for that ink creature. It had resembled Bendy or Ink, but was more a cross of the two. He couldn't speak--his throat too full of ink--but he could clearly think. He'd looked at you with such longing and...honestly, you don't know why you couldn't move or speak or barely even see. It hadn't mattered much while you were in dreamland, but you were terrified now.

Bendy waited until your shivering had stopped before carefully tilting your face up to him. He wiped away the remaining tears still clinging to your cheeks before leaning down to kiss your lips. He did his best to calm you down, rubbing your cheeks, kissing your face, and playing with your hair. Ink was fully awake inside of him, badgering him to take care of you every step of the way, just as concerned. It was a little annoying, but the toon dealt with it since his "other half" couldn't come out on this side of the ink machine. No doubt that was very frustrating to the ink demon king.

"Oh good, you're awake," an all-too-familiar voice entered the room. Your eyes were drawn to Audrey as she stood in the doorway, widening at the sight of her. No longer was she covered in ink or had glowing yellow eyes. Instead, she had soft brown curls about shoulder-length, green eyes, and pale-pink skin with not a spot of ink in sight. A simple white shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of slip on black shoes made up her entire outfit. With a curious tilt of your head, you realized that you could see COLOR--something that wasn't a part of the ink realm.

"Welcome to the 'real' world, Mouse," she greeted with a kind smile. You noticed how she kept her distance even as she stepped into the room. She gave you a wide berth, not approaching the mess of blankets and pillows you'd awoken in on what looked to be a couch, but towards the desk just off to the side of the door. She picked up a book and, with a sigh, turned around to face you and Bendy. You could feel the toon bristle in your arms as you read the title she held in her hands.

"The Illusion of Living" by Joey Drew.

Joey Drew? As in Joey Drew Studios? The same studio that existed in the ink realm?

"So I may have an idea on what happened to you based on what Bendy has told me," she started to explain. You gave said toon a questioning look before he made a motion with his hand to imitate writing something down. You nodded before moving to sit up properly but not making any move to get closer to the woman. Knowing she meant no harm did little to abate the illogical fear you felt every time she was nearby. It was starting to frustrate you, honestly. She clearly meant well.

"You're still scared of me?" Audrey hit the nail on the head, making you freeze at being so obvious. Guess you did wear your heart on your sleeve for all to see after all. "It's alright, I don't blame you. My theory might explain that, too."

You and Bendy shared a glance before settling down to hear what the animator had to say. Your devil darling decided to sit in your lap while holding your arms around him to keep you close, your chin nestled between his horns.

Audrey took a moment to clear her throat after staring at you two for a few long moments. With an awkward smile, she continued with her "theory". "Well, first, I think I owe you an apology, Bendy." Bendy sat up straighter at that, curious about what she'd meant. He didn't have too long to ponder it, though. "It would seem that my...father," she basically spat the word out as if it had left a vile taste in her mouth. "was not as great as I'd thought..."

"Father?" you repeated without thinking after she'd trailed off, looking sad. What did her father have to do with anything?

"Oh? I'm assuming Bendy never brought it up?" Audrey realized, giving the disgruntled toon a glance. "Joey Drew is the one who...created me and Bendy."

"I thought Henry..." you trailed off, recalling the time Bendy had told you of who had come up with his concept. You'd been curious and had wandered across an animator's desk with concept designs displayed all over. The question had been inevitable.

Bendy nodded his head to verify that you weren't incorrect, but pointed at Audrey to get further details.

"Henry DID create Bendy's character concept, but Joey is the one who brought him to life with the ink machine," she explained, carefully navigating this complicated situation. Her father--her creator--had really made a mess of things in his obsessive pursuit to bring his vision to fruition. "And he deemed Bendy a 'mistake' since he didn't come out 'perfect'," she air-quoted the words "mistake" and "perfect", which lessened how much you bristled when you heard that, but still didn't make your heart hurt any less for the toon in your arms.

"You're both perfect," you mumbled into the top of Bendy's head, earning a grateful squeeze on your arms in return.

"Well, I guess Joey wanted a daughter and," she motioned to herself with a cringe, clearly unhappy with the knowledge of her "birth". "Since I came out like this, I guess that's why he showed me love...but, I don't know, maybe he actually regretted what he did..."

You felt sad for Audrey, even though you had never experienced a father's love yourself. It must be terrible to know that someone you loved had only accepted you because you were "perfect" while shunning your sibling for not being the same. Even if a man like that had regretted his actions, he certainly hadn't seemed to bother to clean up the mess...

A vision of a man with a wrinkled face, greying skin and hair flashed into your mind for a brief second. You could barely make out the tears leaving tracks down his face before the image disappeared.

What was that just now? Your thoughts were interrupted when Audrey started to speak again.

"I don't know if he created you, too, Mouse, but I think his negative emotions created a curse in the ink. I mean, this book is filled with weird symbols and...spells?" She flipped through the well-used pages, a puzzled and put-off expression on her face. "Henry did say that the tape recordings were full of nonsense about offerings to the gods. Besides, the way you turn on the ink machine is pretty unnatural on its own."

"Um, what does that have to do with me?" you interjected, trying to get the topic of conversation back on track.

"Well, the curse was in the ink, and the one that controls the ink is Bendy. And, from what he's told me, uh, you could be pulling that curse into yourself, making your condition worse," Audrey did her best to explain.

Self-conscious, you poked at the fangs hidden in your jaw. So you were cursed? Did that mean Bendy and Ink were cursed, too?

"There are some scribbles here at the end of the journal," Audrey went on, turning the book around so that you and Bendy could see what she was talking about. "I think Joey's talking about ANOTHER journal somewhere. Most of this is nonsense, but there's mentions of a curse and a cure."

Both you and Bendy leaned forward, eyes scanning the scrawling handwriting encompassing the final two pages. Most of it was barely legible, if at all, but you could make out the words "journal 1970", "curse", and "cure". There were other words, too, that you caught before Audrey closed the cover to set it back down on the desk beside her.

"Needs ink" and "failure"... What were those about?

"You two are so cute together."

You stared at Audrey who was watching you and Bendy with a teasing smile. You made to move back, but the toon in your lap still had a hold on your arms and was refusing to let go. You could feel your face growing warmer and decided to escape the embarrassment the only way you knew how--by ducking your head behind Bendy's. Bendy was silently giggling at you, his smaller frame shaking with laughter.

"Just rest for today, alright?" Audrey continued, still smiling at the couple cuddled up on her office sofa. "I'll look more into my father's second journal and we'll figure out this curse, okay?" With that, she headed for the door, giving the two of you one final smile and a wave before leaving. A few minutes passed before you could finally start to relax. If that woman was right, could it be the curse fearing Audrey rather than you? Maybe she could actually fix this situation after all?

You turned to look at Bendy--like, REALLY look at him. You hadn't noticed before, but he was full of color now. The previous sepia color scheme had disappeared on this side of the ink machine. His face, teeth, and hands were much brighter, his skin and boots much darker, and there was color in his clothes. His bowtie had gone from an off-white to red, vest buttons were now gold, and the vest itself was a turquoise blue which continued in thin stripes down his dark--true black--pants.

It was refreshing, but also made your head hurt. It was much different than the world you had known for so long…

"Is this world, um, safe?" you asked him, holding his hands now that he had turned around to face you. Your stomach dropped when he seemed to contemplate your words before taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. He then placed your palm against his chest with a grin on his face. "You'll protect me?" you asked, gaining a fervent nod in reply. "My brave knight," you chuckled, cheeks warming before pulling him in for a kiss.

Seems like your horizons have expanded quite a lot…

#batim #batdr #ink wells and dark spells #ink demon #fanfic #fanfiction #bendy #batim fanfic #batim fanfiction #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years ago

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37 Platonic/Generic Prompts Ask Meme

From my 141 prompts (plus links) post

A mix of normal/standard AUs and a few Funky Ones. Send one or more characters and a prompt, and maybe you'll get a drabble!

Reminder: You send prompts to people in the ask box, not through replies.

Accidentally texted the wrong number

Roommates accidentally adopt a cat

A friend needs to sleep on the couch

Trying to be polite about the terrible meal a loved one cooked

Planning a Baby Shower

Planning a Bachelor/ette Party

Wedding planner and client

(Consoling someone who was) Left at the Altar

(Consoling someone who was) Cheated on

Just won the lottery

Ascended to godhood

Emergency Room Meeting

Maid/Janitor/Cleaner who witnessed something illegal

Amnesia

Private Investigator

Vigilante and rescued victim

Need some help hiding the body

"I would kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you."

One bets the other to do some parkour

One begs the other to not do some parkour

Wingman

Lab Partners

Heist Team

Snowed in together/Hurricane Party/Other Weather Isolation

Custom Couturier

My best friend just got turned into a baby

My best friend just got turned into a pet

Just hit a stranger with my car oh my god please be okay why the FUCK do people have their brights on

Seeing your best friend's ex at an event and making a Scene about it

Just saw an ex at an event and started having a panic attack, and you pulled me aside to calm me down, are we best friends now?

Genderswap AU

Trans AU

Role Swap AU

Can't wear my glasses (lost, damaged, at a bath house where they'd fog up, whatever) and you need to lead me around

Karaoke Party

Someone on a horrible date needs an extraction

One just walked in on the other with an arm stuck in the vending machine that ate their money

And the other sections of the 141 Prompts list:

50 Romance Prompts

26 Family Prompts

28 Setting Prompts

#phoenix posts #prompts #prompts list #friendship prompts

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nobodyatall6 · 10 months ago

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Rings, Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I’m a weak man.”

“That’s an interesting way of pronouncing ‘serial adulterer’.”

Don found some balled up socks on the floor and chucked them at Nina, who dodged easily.

“Shut up. This is serious.”

“Why do you want to marry her anyway? She seems like a drip to me.”

“I love her.”

Nina cocked her head and squinted at him, considering.

“I think I do believe you,” she said after a moment. “But only because you love anyone who lets you put your tongue in their mouth.”

He looked around for more socks to throw at her, but there wasn’t anything within arm’s reach.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to marry her,” Nina continued. “Is it the money? You gonna quit the hospital and become a house husband in that big haunted mansion?”

That thought honestly hadn’t occurred to Don. In fairness, almost nothing about After had occurred to him. He never really made a habit of thinking beyond the present moment.

“It just…seemed like the thing to do,” he muttered, finally.

Years ago he had taken Nina to a carnival, because that seemed like the sort of thing people do, taking their girl to the fun fair and winning her a big stuffed bear or something. But he hadn’t been able to ring the bell on the test-your-strength machine. He had been embarrassed, but she had taken the mallet from him and told him it wasn’t about strength, it was about accuracy. The closer you hit to the middle of the button, the higher you go.

CLANG! Straight to the center. Right in the heart. She hit it every time.

“But I mean, christ. Monday? That’s soon.”

“I didn’t know about that part when I proposed,” he grumbled. “I thought it would take, like, ages. People take months to even set a date. Pick out, fuckin’…table settings. Rich people especially.”

“Ohhh, I see now,” Nina said, arching her back languidly over the arm of the couch. Don watched her tank top wrinkle over the curves of her body. No matter how many times she did that, it was still sexy.

“You thought you’d end up in a perpetually-engaged, wedding-planning limbo where you wouldn’t have to make any decisions, would keep her happy by saying yes to everything she wanted, and could just keep things the way they were for ages.”

“But you didn’t count on the power of Daddy’s old-country Catholicism and now you’re getting married in two days and you’re panicking because everything is supposed to change and you can’t even stop yourself from boning your cleaner.”

CLANG! Straight to the center. Right in the heart. She hit it every time.

He did his best to snort derisively. “Oh, piss off, Sigmund Freud. You’re just jealous that I found someone who isn’t you.”

She smirked and rolled off the couch. “I have no reason to be jealous when it comes to you, Don Lothario.”

“You’ll never change.”

#sims story #ts2 #the sims 2 #don lothario #sims 2 #nina caliente

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paytato435 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 10: The Bug

Learn to Fly

Mikey was starting to get on Casey’s nerves.

“Hey, Casey, Casey, heeeeyyyy…” Mikey waved at him from under a mountain of blankets on the couch. Casey begrudgingly pulled his headphones off to listen to him. In doing so, the invisible barrier he’d built up around himself dissolved.

“Are you going to actually ask me what you want now?” Casey asked with a little irritation as he pushed the vacuum cleaner over the living room rug.

He wasn’t really in the mood to talk. Especially if Mikey was also going to try and get him to open up again, even though they’d both agreed to pause his unlicensed therapy sessions.

This wasn’t the first time, but Casey had woken up at four in the morning and couldn’t fall back asleep. The nightmare that had forced him awake wouldn’t let go of him, and the only thing he could think to do was to make himself busy.

Blasting the angriest music he could find through his headphones and straight to his core, Casey decided that every speck of dirt in the lair was his sworn enemy. While all of his clothes were in the washing machine, he had bleached and scrubbed coffee stains off the kitchen counter, found dishes left out to go in the washer, scrubbed the ones that were particularly crusty, and then swept the whole first floor shared space. Switching the laundry over, he moved to mopping, even going so far as to move the furniture around halfway through to get to otherwise neglected areas.

It was probably the struggle Casey had in moving Splinter’s recliner that had disturbed the box turtle. The look on his face when he saw Casey cleaning made it look like he didn’t recognize his own home. Still drowsy but probably just looking for an excuse to be around someone, Mikey curled up onto the couch and played video games as Casey mopped the rest of the room. While it didn’t bother him so much that Mikey shared the space with him, it had started to get on his nerves when the turtle kept glancing over at him like he wanted to say something, but refused to do so.

“Well, now you’re going to vacuum, so maybe not…” Mikey hummed nervously.

“Mikey, tell me what’s going on already!” he snapped, perhaps a little too harshly.

“Ok ok, it’s just, I’m worried you’re gonna say no.”

“Clearly.” Casey huffed, twirling the power cord.

“Can you… can you teach me how to fly?”

Casey opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again. How was he supposed to teach Mikey how to fly?

Mikey rocked his head back and forth laterally in deliberation. “It’s just… I talk to Draxum about it but he doesn’t care about it that much. He’s way more into technical magic stuff? Like spells and stuff.” Mikey gagged a little. “But you said I could fly so… I was hoping you had some pointers for me.”

Casey glanced up at Donnie’s lab and remembered the conversation they’d had about his future tech before. If he was being fair, he should probably turn Mikey down. He could just say he didn’t know anything, but then again, Mikey wouldn’t figure it out for years….

Damn, Leatherhead was right, he was a hypocrite.

“Sure.”

“Wait really?!” Mikey squealed. “You can help???”

“I don’t see why not, but we need to go over a couple things. First thing of course, is that I only have what you’ve said about the subject, I don’t really get it myself.”

Mikey nodded.

“Second, you might want a helmet.”

“A helmet?”

“The first time you did this you gave yourself a concussion on the ceiling.”

“Ok that’s fair,” Mikey pouted. “Raph! Can I borrow your helmet?”

“Shut up!” came Leo’s response, who was still trying to sleep. It seemed Leo had not been kidding about not being able to sleep the night before. Casey hadn't either, of course, but he felt it would be better to pass out vacuuming a floor than to lie in bed hoping he wouldn't have anymore nightmares.

They were both low odds, but he tried his best.

Hearing no response from the snapping turtle, Mikey poked his head behind Raph’s curtain and snatched his football helmet.

“Seems he’s done a night patrol,” Mikey shrugged, putting the helmet on. “Alright, show me how it’s done!”

“Show… right…” Casey rolled his eyes and sat down in the center of the living room, and invited the box turtle to do the same. It wasn’t odd for Raph or Donnie to go out late at night now without them, but it was odd that Raph would still be out beyond sunrise. It was nearly seven now.

But Mikey was nearly bouncing around from his seat on the floor already, so Casey put the thought aside.

“Ok, so in your own words, the ninpo that allows you to fly is a force that lifts you up. It’s not like it makes you lighter or anything, it’s more like… magnetism,” Casey explained, hoping that made any sense. “The greater force you apply, the higher you’ll go. And if you want to stay up in the air, you gotta make a force that is constantly pushing yourself into the air. So your first objective is to force yourself up into the air without jumping.”

“Without jumping?”

“Without jumping. Ideally, you shouldn’t have to move any part of yourself. You’re only pushing with your ninpo.”

Mikey screwed up his face in thought.

“You alright?” Casey asked, concerned.

“How am I supposed to not do anything?” Mikey asked. “That doesn’t make any sense. I use my hands to extend my chains and to open portals. I draw runes for magic circles…”

“Oh! You’re not doing nothing,” Casey clarified. “You’re moving your ninpo.”

“Moving it?”

“Yeah, like you’d move your arm? You can move it right?”

Mikey looked at Casey like he was speaking a different language. He didn’t even know that? Even Casey could feel his ninpo, even if he couldn’t do anything with it.

“You can move your ninpo like it’s a physical thing,” Casey explained. “It comes from here,” Casey placed his hand over his chest. “And it can shift around you… uh… like water?”

“Like electricity,” came a voice from upstairs. Donnie was hanging over the railing.

“You know what he’s talking about, Donnie?” Mikey asked, inquisitively.

“Of course. I can’t use my ninpo without moving it,” he explained. “Everything I build comes from the inside out. I thought your chains would be made the same way, or Raph’s clone jutsu.”

“Oh! So the projection is physical. That makes sense,” Mikey nodded. “But I don’t really think about that part much. They usually just… kind of happen.”

“You just do things without knowing how they work,” Donnie rolled his eyes.

Mikey smiled sheepishly. “If you put it that way, yeah.”

“Well, if you want to fly, you need to think about how it works,” Casey told him. “Flying is all about control. It’s like riding a skateboard; once you get used to it you don’t have to think about it so much.”

“You know how to skateboard?” Mikey asked.

“No, that’s just how you explained it to me,” Casey sighed. “There weren’t a lot of good places to skateboard in the future. I have no idea what you were talking about, honestly.”

Mikey deflated. Casey saw Donnie sneak into the kitchen. It was coffee time; for a moment Casey mourned the loss of the now spotless kitchen.

“So I need to feel my ninpo…” Casey turned back to Mikey, who was now squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

Pop!

Mikey’s nunchucks jumped out of thin air and dropped into his lap.

“The force you used to fly didn’t really materialize,” Casey pointed out. Mikey scowled at him.

“Can you move your nunchucks without touching them?”

Mikey opened his eyes and looked down at the weapons in his lap. They didn't seem to move at all, but it looked like he clearly expected them to.

Instead, they caught on fire.

“Ah!” Casey scrambled back in surprise.

“This is dumb,” Mikey grumbled as the flames quickly dissipated. “How is it supposed to move independently from me?”

“It’s not independent of you, it is you. Like another arm.”

Mikey started wiggling his arms at the chains.

Oh, this was going to take a looooong time.

Casey leaned back on his hands and watched Mikey fidget for a bit while he turned his attention to the energy inside himself. Like the ghost finger feeling he had when he was a turtle, he could visualize the connection from his brain to his ninpo. He didn’t have a great hold of it, but if he focused, he could feel it… rippling? The most he could do was acknowledge it was there.

“Casey do you have ninpo too?” Casey’s head snapped up, eyes wide. He hadn’t noticed Mikey was watching him.

“What? No. How would I have ninpo?” Mikey narrowed his eyes, but if Mikey couldn’t even feel his own ninpo, he shouldn’t even be able to know Casey had it.

“Then why do you look like you’re trying to find it too?” Oh. Yeah… “Was I trying to teach you how to use it in the future?”

Even on his best days, sometimes Casey was an open book.

“Ok, it’s not a sure thing…” Casey couldn’t help but notice Mikey’s eyes light up. “…and I don’t want to get into the details…” he shrugged. He could tell part of the truth. “You guys are my family, you know? Master Michelangelo thought my mom and I could get it like April did.”

Mikey's shoulders rose and his eyes got big with excitement. “That would be so cool! But does that mean…?”

“I don’t know if I have it,” he lied, shrugging. “Mom never figured it out either. I still try sometimes. It'd be really cool to have.”

“No no no, not that!” Mikey shook his head. “We’re literally family! You’re Hamato just like us! And April! Oh that’s so awesome!”

“Well yeah, I kind of thought that was obvious. I was…” Casey caught himself. “…I grew up around you guys. Why do you think I’m here? You guys are my whole world.”

Casey remembered when Sunshine had caught him in his lie; that he had said his family was dead. Why had he said that? They were right here! It wasn’t exactly the same, but they were still his family, right? He didn’t just want to protect them, he wanted to be a part of them. They were the reason he was here. Seeing Mikey that excited by the idea made Casey want to melt into a little puddle.

“Casey… I think I can see you,” Mikey said, turning his head to one side.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He didn’t know why, but he was smiling.

“You’re pink.” That normally would have made Casey freak out, like when Angel pointed it out. But for some reason, it just made him chuckle.

“I was wondering when you’d figure it out,” he cradled his head in his hands and anchored his elbows to his knees.

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew!” Casey told him. Master Michelangelo would never shut up about it.

“But when we went shopping…”

“I’m not going to start wearing pink clothes just because,” Casey shrugged. “That’s a you thing. People don’t just wear their heart on their sleeve all the time.”

“Why would you hide that though?” Mikey asked, looking a little betrayed.

“Same reason I don’t tell you other future stuff. It doesn’t matter until it happens.”

“Yeah but… it’s you.”

“You can’t tell everything about someone from their color, Mikey.”

“Well yeah but…”

“You see me because you know me,” Casey smiled. “That’s more valuable than me just giving you the answer.”

Casey could see the gears spinning in Mikey’s head.

“That’s deep man,” he eventually let out with a sigh.

“How do you see me anyway? Master Michelangelo never really explained it.” He wondered if Angel saw it the same way.

He briefly wondered if she was doing okay.

“It’s like,” Mikey tapped his chin. “Man, I don’t know! That’s probably not good…”

“Is it like looking without your eyes?” Casey guessed. If it was anything like he felt…

“Yeah! That’s it exactly!” Mikey nodded his head excitedly.

“Now just move your chains without your arms,” Casey smirked.

“Ooohhhhh,” he said as if finally understanding (after Casey had only told him it three times). Mikey looked down and noticed his weapons had vanished while he wasn’t paying attention.

They popped back into existence and Mikey stared at them again, but nothing happened.

“This is hard,” he groaned, leaning back onto his hands.

“Yeah, I never got it.”

“Got any other advice?”

“Do you remember learning how to use your hands?” Casey asked him.

“No?”

“Me neither. That’s all I got.”

When Donnie came out of the kitchen with his coffee, he saw the two boys lying on their backs, spread eagle in the middle of the floor.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Becoming one with the universe to discover the secrets of Hamato ninpo,” Mikey answered cryptically.

“There’s also a spider spinning a web in that corner,” Casey pointed to the south east corner.

Donnie took a sip of his coffee and shuffled back upstairs.

“April’s coming by in an hour,” he called down.

“Cool,” the dum-dums on the floor both said at the same time.

To be honest, Donnie had planned to work on Leo’s katanas all day, but the call from April last night had caught him by surprise. She hadn’t told him much, just that she needed to see him as soon as possible, and it was very important.

So Donnie was up three hours earlier than usual, trying desperately to not look like he’d stayed up all night when April showed up.

“An all-nighter again, Donnie?” Crap. She knew him too well.

“How could you tell?” He asked, blinking too slowly, gripping his coffee mug like it was his lifeline, and struggling to push the lab door open all the way open so April could come inside.

“I have my ways,” she smiled brightly. Then she gave her signature wink and edged past him to crash into a new futon that he’d gotten specifically for situations like these; it was becoming more and more frequent that people would come in just to hang out with him while he was working. Conversation was optional, friendship was not. He was tired of people leaning over his shoulder all the time, so this was the compromise the family was trying out.

“You said this was urgent,” Donnie raised an eyebrow. “You seem pretty relaxed for quote ‘as soon as possible’ end quote.”

April stretched out on the futon and gave him a cheeky smile. “It is very important. Time sensitive too. Are you free this evening?”

“I have projects I could be working on, but I can make time.”

“Good!” She sat up and pulled out her phone. “I have something that needs looked into. Do you remember the herbicide scandal I uncovered over the summer semester?”

“The stuff you used against the Krang in the subway tunnels, yeah. Are you still…?”

“Professor Boringson’s missing,” April’s expression turned serious. “I’ve been keeping away from the lab just in case, but he’s been taken off the staff directory online. All mentions of him are completely gone. It’s like he didn’t even exist.”

Donnie pursed his lips. That was suspicious.

“Where did he go?”

April shrugged. “I wish I could’ve bugged him like you offered, but the whole department’s been on high alert since I broke in. Something weird is going on there; really weird.”

“So you want me to go check it out?” Donnie surmised.

“Please? I would go but I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with the school…”

“No that’s fine, I get it,” Donnie assured her. “I can get in and out easily."

“Oh, you don’t have to do that… on your own, I mean,” April spoke up. Donnie tipped his head to one side and furrowed his brows in confusion. She had a small smile on her face. “I have a way to get you in.”

Donnie had a feeling her idea wasn’t something he’d like.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she snapped at him.

“What do you mean?” he narrowed his eyes all the more.

April sighed and looked back down at her phone again. “I have a friend who will let you into the building. He’s got a bio lab there tonight.”

“A class on a Saturday night?”

April shrugged. “Yeah, that’s kind of what got me thinking about all this. We’re in a group chat and he was talking about the odd time of it. Turns out there’s a new teacher there taking over for Boringson with some… interesting habits.”

“Like what?” Donnie asked.

“Like… making long unhinged emails to her students about why yokai should return to the ‘underworld.’”

“Yeesh. She sounds like a super villain.”

“Yeah, even Tim thought it was a little strange. So I asked if he could let you into the building tonight after class. The doors lock shortly after the class starts, so I figured he could let you in and you’d be free to snoop without having to break in.”

“His name is Tim?”

“Or Timothy, I’ll send you his contact info. The class should get out at 8:30, he can text you the details.”

Donnie’s phone pinged as she sent him the number.

“And Tim Or Timothy is fine with just letting some stranger into the building? Does he know about…” Donnie gestured to himself. “...this whole situation?”

April gave him that same smile she had when she first walked in. He realized this must be the reason for her good mood. She was plotting something.

“Oh, Tim’s a good guy; I don’t think he’ll mind at all,” she shrugged.

“There’s more to this story, isn’t there?” Donnie asked with suspicion.

But April didn’t let him continue the conversation, because it was at that moment she decided to notice the forge he had put together in the corner of the room. It was huge and difficult to miss, but she gasped and “Ooo what’s that?”-ed to divert his attention.

And let’s be honest here for a moment- what’s more important, figuring out April’s secret agenda or monologuing about his new special interest for the next hour? April was always a good listener; it was an easy decision to make. By the time he had explained every detail of his plans for Leo’s new katanas, he had completely forgotten about her knowing smile. Well, until he showed up to the university in the evening, that is.

The Bug

Donnie: Would the east entrance be an acceptable door to use?

Tim Or Timothy (presumably): ?

Donnie: You are April's university friend, yes?

Tim Or Timothy: Oh! You must be Donatello. Yes, the east entrance

Donnie: I will wait there then.

Donnie had arrived at exactly ten minutes before Tim's class was released, and, after confirming where they would meet, had quietly stashed himself up in a tree and out of sight of any on-campus security. It wasn't the most comfortable accommodation, but it did afford him a good vantage point to see students leaving via the adjacent main entrance.

A minute past 8:30 and they began heading out in groups and singles, taking their time to their cars, toward the station, or on foot. All completely oblivious to him.

As he watched them, he felt that pang of otherness settle over him again. It didn't matter that people now knew and somewhat acknowledged that mutants existed, their worlds would still be very different from each other for a long while yet. That included stares longer than his beak, and people awkwardly shuffling away from him when he tried to visit a bodega the other day with his hood down. That had been an uncomfortable situation- but he felt he needed to go out… for science. He wanted to know how people would see him now. That particular collection of data had not calmed him down.

It felt like nothing had changed.

Mikey and Leo had been going out everyday for a week and were fine; surely he was missing something. Or maybe they just handled it better? It felt like they were leaving him behind. Maybe he should have started eleventh grade with Leo instead of diving headfirst into college applications.

He was almost considering it when he noticed a shadow move at the east door. Holding on to the feeling of apprehension, he quickly sent a text to confirm it was Tim at the door.

As if in response, the door opened and a young man with a dark head of messy hair leaned out and looked around. Before the presumed Tim could close the door in confusion, Donnie dropped down out of the tree and landed gracefully upright about ten feet away from him.

"Holy-" but the teen caught himself by throwing a large hand over his mouth. His eyes however, betrayed him as they seemed to bug out of his head in surprise.

Before he could say or do anything else, Donnie stepped up and took the door from him. Technically it didn't matter if it was Tim or not; he was in anyway.

The presumed Tim backed up to let him in, and the soft shell wasted no time entering the building, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the bright fluorescence.

"Uh, hi."

Donnie turned his head just slightly toward him.

"You are Donatello right? I didn't just let some stranger into the school?"

"Yes, and yes you did," Donnie nodded. "Thank you."

Without another word, Donnie began to slink down the hallway, but he didn't get very far before he realized he was being followed.

"Did you want to risk getting caught sneaking around after hours, too?" Donnie asked, not bothering to turn around.

"I… uh…" Donnie didn't wait for Tim to answer, and turned down a hallway that should lead him to the stairwell up to the second floor.

"Wait!" His ask was too loud. Donnie pivoted and stepped up into Tim's personal space. The surprising maneuver led the human to take a cautious step back. "Sorry… I just…"

Donnie twirled his wrist in a gesture for Tim to get what he wanted to say off his chest.

"April asked me to tag along with you," said the human nervously.

Donnie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but remembered the odd way April had been acting earlier today.

"And why on earth would you agree to do that?" Donnie asked, genuinely curious. Surely April had told Tim what they were doing could be dangerous. What was he going to do that would help Donnie anyway? He only needed to get inside.

Tim shifted uneasily from one foot to the next, clearly nervous. "She didn't tell you anything, did she?"

"She said you'd let me in," Donnie answered.

Tim sighed and pulled out his phone, clearly looking for something to explain away his impulsiveness to follow a strange mutant turtle around a school after dark.

Tim finally tapped open an image and showed Donnie the screen. It was an image of the TurtleTank parked by Repo Mantis Salvage; likely from the last time Donnie had visited the place before it was temporarily shut down.

"April said you built it. She said you'd let me take a look at it if I kept an eye on you."

"What?!" This time Donnie was too loud. "That's ridiculous! Why would she say that? My own sister, handing out tours of my…" Donnie dragged his hands down his face in frustration.

"I mean, you don't have to, I don't want to be a bother…" Timothy put his phone away, looking apologetic. "She really shouldn't have-"

"No, no, it's fine," Donnie interrupted, trying to sound sincere but definitely coming off as rather irritated. "I'm sure she has her silly reasons. Just be quiet ok?"

"You know everybody's left, right?" Tim tipped his head to one side. "Even the staff and janitors are gone."

"I don't care, I haven't snuck out like this in weeks!" Donnie answered before turning and flipping dramatically into the shadows. He lowered his goggles and scuttled along the wall like a bug until he could peek around the next corner. Tim just casually walked along behind him.

"April also said you'd want to know more about Dr. Aderman," Tim said as they finally reached the stairs to the next level.

"The replacement professor?" Donnie asked as he jumped up to the second floor and perched on the railing as he waited for Tim to jog up to him.

Tim nodded. "I'm not usually one for gossip, but it seems she has a pretty bad reputation around here already. Class was a bit… scary." The human tapped his fingers together nervously.

"April mentioned a bizarre email."

"Yeah. Turns out there's a… another person like you in our class and she's not all too friendly to them."

"Wouldn't that violate school policy?" Donnie asked, turning toward the hallway he remembered April describing to him. At the center of the building there would be a lab with a simple card reader lock he'd need to break.

"Technically there isn't a policy yet," Tim shrugged. "But it really doesn't look great for the school."

Then why was she even here? Even if Donnie didn't feel comfortable around humans, he at least knew that Universities tended to have some of the most inclusive people among them. It went with the territory of being educated, he theorized; a proper scientist should be open to all possibilities. He didn't like the sound of this one.

Donnie approached the classroom April had mentioned, but noticed that even through the glass, it had been completely repurposed from the last time she had been there. They'd probably have to look around some more, but it wouldn't hurt to check here first.

A quick glance at the card reader told him it would easily be broken into with the right magnet strip, but he wondered if it would be better to just disable it altogether so there was no record of the door unlocking in the first place. That was probably the safer option. Systems going briefly offline were more overlooked than suspicious entries.

Donnie could see Tim's eyes light up in wonder as Donnie's little robot arms popped out from the back of his shell and started disabling the card reader. It took everything in himself not to smirk. Even if he was April's friend, he still didn't trust him.

Within ten seconds the door was open, and the two of them slipped inside. Donnie began to move about the lab/office methodically, but Tim stayed back, looking around like a lost puppy.

"So… what are you looking for?" He asked as Donnie chanced by him to open a few cabinet doors that were disappointingly empty.

Donnie's snout twitched as he moved on. "April didn't tell you?"

"She said you were looking for information on Aderman, but her office is back downstairs."

Donnie turned to face Tim with a mildly annoyed look that included his lips firmly pressed into a thin line.

"You couldn't have said that before I broke into the wrong room?"

Tim scratched the back of his head. "You looked like you knew where you were going!" He smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to stop you."

Regardless, Donnie continued his search around the room, just in case there was anymore evidence of the herbicide.

"There was a particularly dangerous herbicide being kept here a few weeks ago," Donnie explained, rifling through a desk filled with unrelated papers and bars of unused staples. "April discovered it was rather good at damaging the aliens that invaded the city."

"Wha… how did she discover that?" Tim asked, looking concerned.

"Trial and error of course," Donnie smiled, remembering her retelling of her encounter with the sister Krang. "She threw many things at it beforehand. Baseballs proved to not be so effective."

"You mean she fought one of those things?" Tim's eyes were about the size of April's aforementioned baseball.

"She did. She took its eye out with the herbicide. But now we're trying to figure out where it came from, and why someone was making something so dangerous."

"Wow, she's pretty impressive," Timothy noted, seeming to completely overlook the dangerous situation he had volunteered himself for.

Wait, why had he wanted to do this again?

"Why do you have a picture of my tank?" Donnie asked suddenly, catching Tim off guard.

"Oh, well… it's really cool!" the human said with what appeared to be genuine interest. "I just took a picture of it when I went by the salvage yard… ok maybe I took a few…" he suddenly looked a little nervous.

Donnie narrowed his eyes, not that Tim could see with his goggles on.

"Are you stalking me?"

"What?! No! It's just… how do I explain it…" the human tapped his fingers together again. It appeared to be a nervous habit. “I just thought it was really cool…”

"You…" Donnie's voice trailed off as realization struck him. "You're a FAN!" All at once the super secret stealth mission he had before him was thrown to one side as his voice rose in excitement.

"That's why April set me up with you!"

Timothy scratched the back of his head and blushed a bit. "I guess so? You know there's a small online community of people who look for your vehicle around town? They have all kinds of crazy theories as to who you are and what it does."

"What it does?! It does EVERYTHING," Donnie's eyes sparkled. "And if you are so inclined, I will gladly tell you more about it when we find that herbicide," he added, turning his head to do a final sweep of the room.

Tim chuckled, and Donnie nearly jumped in surprise.

"What? Are you not interested?"

"No no, I am!" Tim assured the turtle. "I just didn't expect you to be so excited."

Donnie stood upright and began to walk back out of the office backwards. "Of course I'm excited I-"

But he didn't get to complete his sentence, because in his elated buffoonery he had completely forgotten their circumstances, and bumped clumsily into someone standing behind him.

"Oh, hi… Dr. Aderman…" Timothy squeaked. Donnie saw Tim take a step back in surprise, and that he was looking up at someone much taller than himself.

Slowly, Donnie turned around. Sweet Galileo she was HUGE. If he had to guess, Dr. Aderman was six foot six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. She had flaming red hair braided down either side of her head, bright green spectacles, and a nasty snarl on her face. She looked like she could easily wrestle Raph, nevermind the small, gangly soft shell that Donnie was. In the words of his most beloved twin brother:

“Eugh boy.”

Donnie skittered back into the classroom and jumped over a table to put more space between them. Aderman followed him into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. That was surely a threat if he had ever seen one.

“Well this sure is a surprise,” Aderman giggled, taking a step forward. “I can’t believe you just decided to find me yourself!”

“Please tell me that you aren’t implying that you know me,” Donnie grimaced.

“Hardly, but it’s hard to forget four little freaks defiling the light of God.”

Oh, so she was a religious nut too. Cool. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“I’m going to finally cut you open and get a good look at what goes on in that disgusting little head of yours.”

Donnie had a hard time figuring out how the two statements were related.

“As much as I love research,” Donnie took a nervous step back. “I’m totally fine keeping my insides inside, thanks oh god I really don’t want to think about that…”

“Just what are you, exactly? What made you?” she wondered aloud, lowering her head to get a better view of him in the dark room. If he had listened to anything April and Tim had said, he figured it was not in his best interest to answer that question honestly. Speaking of, he glanced over to Tim and saw that the poor guy had backed himself up into a corner on the opposite side of the room. Donnie immediately regretted letting the human tag along with him. The last thing he wanted to do was drag more people into this mess. How was he supposed to get them out?

As he continued to try and put distance between himself and the woman, Donnie quickly realized he was running out of classroom. He glanced over at the second story windows to his right. He could easily break out that way, but Tim?

“You tricked me!” Donnie blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger at Tim.

“What?” Both Tim and Aderman looked confused.

“You set me up with your smooth talking about science and engineering!” Donnie wailed. “How could you?! Humans are the worst!” He raised his hand to his brow in a mock swoon.

He really needed to take some acting lessons. Simply imitating Leo’s dramatic flourishes probably wasn’t the greatest sell. But it didn’t matter because at the very least it made Aderman do a double take to glance at Tim before Donnie leapt for and broke through the window screaming at the top of his lungs: “You’ll never get me aliiiiiiiiiive!”

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Tim, he supposed, Aderman dove out the window behind him with greater speed than he expected.

“Get back here you filthy little bug!” she roared, grabbing a hold of his ankle as they went tumbling out. He realized then that his battle shell was still in robot arm mode, so his jet pack was not ready to lift him up. He had prioritized stealth this evening, but thinking back on how loud he had been talking about his tank, perhaps he hadn’t, actually. Stupid stupid stupid.

Raph was really going to chew him out for this.

And Leo would never let him live it down.

The two of them crashed into the ground, Donnie thrown face-first into the dirt, no thanks to Aderman’s desperate reach. He let out a pathetic little puff of air from his lungs, but forced himself to his feet quickly as he could already hear Aderman lumbering up to him.

“Stupid little…” she grumbled and took a swing at him, but Donnie was ready for it. His sparkling new tech bo was already out and spinning, the glow of purple mystic light from it forming a shield between himself and his assailant. It hadn’t fared so well against Krang Prime, but a punch from a human (even an especially large one,) did not stand a chance. Aderman’s fist collided with the shield with a sickening crunch.

She screamed in pain, swearing profusely and shaking her hand out as Donnie took the offensive. He decided to go for a low sweep, knocking his staff into her knees and toppling her over. Unfortunately, it seemed her grubby hands had a habit of clinging onto things, because she was again somehow able to reach out and grab him as she went down, dragging him with her. The soft shell yelped as the woman bear-hugged him while at same time cursing about how awful and gross he was. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think she was being a little over dramatic about that, but he wasn’t really in a position to critique. She rolled over and pinned him down with just her left hand on his head, his arms pinned under him.

“You disgusting little turtle thing-” but she froze when she saw the ring of purple mystic artillery surrounding her, all aimed pointedly at her head.

“You wanna rethink those words, sasquatch?” Donnie grumbled, spitting out dirt.

To his surprise, the doctor started cackling. “You’re full of nasty surprises, aren’t you?” She raised his head in a move to slam it down again, which Donnie took as permission to use what would questionably be considered semi-lethal force.

But when he pulled the trigger, so to speak, nothing happened. Instead of throwing him back down, she pulled her face to his and smiled wickedly. “Oh honey, did you think I’d be caught by that? Unfortunately, I have a few nasty surprises of my own.” All of his mystic tech had somehow vanished, and when he tried to reach for it again, he could see dazzling purple static dance around in Aderman’s eyes. It was the last thing he saw before he ate the dirt again.

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Notes: Thank you so much to @pinetreevillain for letting me borrow Timothy for this chapter of my fic! Here he is! I'm internally screaming, it's very loud inside my head rn. This has been marinating for over two months, so I hope you like it! I kept my promise; Timothy is fine! Donnie on the other hand, is not. oops (T-T)7

Additionally, this chapter has a comic to alongside it that I posted all the way back in September, heehee! It's so important that I linked it twice. Bet you didn't see that coming did you? I'm very sneaky.

This also marks the beginning of "shit hitting the fan" part of the story for Snapper and Stinkpot. We are officially out of the exposition, baby!

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c. Stain and Damage Problem Solving

Grand Size of Living Room Area Rugs 5 by 7

Adding beauty to the house is another benefit of interior designing, particularly when it comes to making the living room, bedroom, or dining area more beautiful – no decoration can complete the room like a nice area rug. 5×7 area rugs are large enough to add comfort and style to your house while at the same time being able to be fitted in most rooms, small or big. This guide covers all you might ever want to know about these functional rugs such as Boho, Moroccan, farmhouse and others, and the benefits of using machine-washable rugs and how to select for your home.

Conclusion

Selecting the right area rug can be transformative for your living room or bedroom, and a 5x7 rug is a versatile, budget-friendly choice. With options like soft textures, machine-washable materials, and stylish boho or farmhouse designs, you’ll find it’s easy to balance aesthetics and practicality. Whether you need an easy-to-clean rug for a family room or a statement piece to enhance your decor, there’s a perfect rug out there for you.

Rugs are not only about making your home colorful and comfortable because they are much more than what everyone assumes. They are useful pieces of furniture that can enclose particular spaces, provide coziness to a hardwood or tiled floor, and act as buffers between your feet and the floor surfacing, which, with time, will be subjected to a great deal of wear and tear. The 5×7 size, for instance, is suitable for the middle-scaled rooms or used as a supplementary rug in the large-scaled rooms. Moreover, with washable materials in the production of such rugs available, you do not need to bother with professional cleaning services, yet you may get your rug look brand new.

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Find the Best Pet Hair Remover for a Fur-Free Home

Pet hair may stick to everything in your house, including couches, carpets, and clothing, as every pet owner knows. Even while we love our pets, it might be difficult to handle the constant cleanup. A pet hair removal machine might be revolutionary since it provides a quick and effective method of hair removal. This article has all the information you want to choose the finest pet hair remover for a fur-free environment.

Pet hair removal devices are made specifically to remove hair from animals of various sizes and forms. In contrast to standard vacuums or brushes, these devices frequently include strong suction, specific attachments, or rollers designed to remove even the toughest pet hair off surfaces. You can easily keep your house clean without having to spend hours scrubbing every surface by hand if you have the best pet hair remover machine.

For quick, focused cleanings of upholstery, vehicle seats, or pet beds, handheld pet hair vacuums are practical. These vacuums have powerful suction that is especially made to manage pet hair, and they are frequently cordless, which makes them ideal for fast pickups. Consider a robot vacuum made specifically for pet hair if you want a set-it-and-forget-it option. Special sensors to detect pet hair and rubber brushes to prevent tangling are features found in many of the better models. Without you having to do any work, robot vacuums may move about your house and collect pet hair.

For big surface areas, upright vacuums are strong, adaptable, and efficient. To remove hair from carpets, rugs, and furniture, look for models that have pet-specific attachments like motorized pet hair brushes or best pet hair remover tool for carpet. Pet hair is immediately lifted or rolled off surfaces by these little devices, which are made for clothing and furnishings. For fast touch-ups, they're a fantastic addition to your bigger vacuum.

Choosing the best pet hair removal device may significantly improve the cleanliness and comfort of your house. Every pet owner's demands may be perfectly met by one of the many alternatives available, which range from portable vacuums to automatic robot cleaners. Purchasing a high-quality pet hair remover will allow you to spend more time with your pet and less time cleaning.

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Say Goodbye to Lingering Odors in Your Home

Keeping your home fresh is essential, but sometimes stubborn odors can linger despite your best efforts. Whether it’s your couch, fireplace, carpet, or washing machine, bad smells can make your space less inviting. In this blog, we’ll explore how to effectively remove persistent odors from various parts of your home using natural methods, commercial products, and professional solutions. With these tips, your home will smell fresh and clean in no time!

How to Get Smell Out of Couch

Your couch is one of the most used pieces of furniture in your home, and it can easily trap odors from pets, food spills, and everyday use. Fortunately, there are several ways to freshen it up without much hassle.

Assess the Odor

Before diving into cleaning, assess where the odor is coming from. Pet accidents, food spills, and mildew can all cause different types of smells. Remove cushions and check the crevices for crumbs or stains that could be contributing to the odor.

Natural Methods

One of the best natural remedies is baking soda. Sprinkle it generously on your couch, focusing on the areas with the strongest odors. Leave it for several hours or overnight, then vacuum it up. Baking soda works by absorbing odors, leaving your couch smelling fresh. You can even add essential oils like lavender or peppermint to the baking soda for an extra fresh scent.

Vinegar is another powerful natural deodorizer. Mix equal parts water and white vinegar, lightly mist the solution over the couch, and let it air dry. Be sure not to oversaturate the fabric, as this can cause mold. Test a small hidden area first to make sure the fabric won’t discolor.

Commercial Products

For tougher odors, commercial enzymatic cleaners are effective, especially for pet-related smells. These cleaners break down the proteins in urine, feces, and other organic stains, eliminating the source of the odor rather than just masking it. You can also use odor-neutralizing sprays for quick fixes to keep your couch smelling fresh.

Deep Clean for Stubborn Odors

If the odor persists, it may be time for a deep clean. Steam cleaning is a great way to penetrate the fabric, lifting dirt, and odor-causing particles from deep within the cushions. Always check the care instructions on your couch before using steam.

For more detailed steps on refreshing your couch, read our guide on how to get smell out of couch.

2. How to Get Fireplace Smell Out of House

While a fireplace can make your home feel cozy, it can also leave behind unpleasant smoky odors that are hard to eliminate. Here’s how to neutralize those lingering smells.

Understanding Fireplace Odors

The key culprits of fireplace smells are creosote buildup, moisture in the chimney, and leftover ashes. These can mix together to create an overpowering smoky or musty odor that lingers in your home.

Regular Cleaning and Maintenance

Regular cleaning is the best defense against fireplace smells. After each use, remove the ashes and wood debris from the fireplace. A vacuum designed for ashes or a dustpan and brush will help keep the area clean. It’s also crucial to hire a professional chimney sweep at least once a year to remove creosote buildup and inspect the chimney for any structural issues.

Enhancing Ventilation

Proper ventilation is crucial when using your fireplace. Make sure the damper is functioning correctly and that your chimney is free from blockages. Improving the airflow with an exhaust fan or opening a window while using the fireplace will help reduce smoke buildup indoors.

For more detailed tips on eliminating fireplace odors, check out our guide on how to get fireplace smell out of the house.

3. How to Get Dog Smell Out of Carpet

Dogs are wonderful companions, but they can leave behind strong odors in your carpet. Here’s how to remove dog smells effectively and keep your carpets fresh.

Where Do Dog Smells Come From?

Dog smells often come from oils, dirt, and even urine that gets trapped in the carpet fibers. Carpets can easily absorb these odors, making it difficult to get rid of them without proper cleaning.

DIY Solutions

One of the easiest DIY methods to remove dog smells is by sprinkling baking soda on the carpet. Let it sit for 15 to 30 minutes to absorb the odors, then vacuum it up. For more stubborn smells, mix equal parts white vinegar and water and spray it lightly over the affected area. The vinegar will help neutralize the odor without leaving a lingering smell.

Commercial Products

If DIY solutions don’t fully remove the smell, commercial enzymatic cleaners are designed specifically to break down the bacteria that cause pet odors. These cleaners not only neutralize the smell but also prevent it from returning.

Professional Help

For deeply embedded smells, professional carpet cleaning services can make a significant difference. They use industrial-strength equipment and pet-friendly cleaners to remove tough stains and odors, leaving your carpet smelling fresh and clean.

To learn more about pet odor removal, check out our full article on how to get dog smell out of carpet.

4. How to Remove Stagnant Water Smell from Washing Machine

A washing machine that smells like stagnant water can make your laundry smell less than fresh. The culprit is often mold, mildew, or detergent residue buildup. Here’s how to eliminate that smell for good.

Step 1: Clean the Drum

Run an empty cycle with two cups of white vinegar on the hottest setting. The vinegar will break down grime and neutralize odors. Afterward, run another cycle with baking soda to further deodorize the machine.

Step 2: Clean the Detergent Drawer and Gasket

Remove the detergent drawer and soak it in warm water with vinegar. Scrub away any residue with an old toothbrush. Similarly, clean the rubber gasket around the door, as this is a common place for mold to grow.

Step 3: Clean the Filter

The filter, usually located at the bottom of the machine, can trap lint, dirt, and water, contributing to the smell. Remove the filter, clean out any debris, and soak it in soapy water before placing it back.

Step 4: Prevent Future Odors

To prevent odors from returning, leave the door open between washes to allow the machine to dry out. Additionally, run a hot water cycle with vinegar every few weeks to keep the machine fresh.

For more detailed instructions, visit our article on how to remove stagnant water smell from washing machine.

Conclusion: Keeping Your Home Odor-Free

Bad odors can significantly impact the comfort of your home, but with regular maintenance and the right cleaning methods, you can keep them at bay. Whether it’s your couch, carpet, fireplace, or washing machine, there are effective solutions to remove odors and prevent them from returning. By incorporating these tips into your routine, you can enjoy a fresh-smelling home all year round.

If the odors in your home persist despite your efforts, consider reaching out to professional cleaning services. At Family First Cleaning & Home Care, we offer expert solutions to tackle even the toughest odors, ensuring your home remains a pleasant and inviting space. And there you have it – a complete guide to maintaining a clean and fresh home! From tackling stubborn odors to keeping those hard-to-reach spots spotless, you’re now equipped with everything you need to maintain a pristine living space. If you’re ready to take things back to the beginning and start the journey anew, be sure to check out our first blog in the series.

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