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High times & Hellfire | Eddie Munson

summary: Eddie Muson wasn’t the ordinary drug dealer to you, he was something more…you just can’t quite put your finger on it yet.

warnings: smoking

word count: 5,233 (she’s a long one sorry)

pairing: eddie munson x black!reader

AN: im trying to get into writing in the second person. pls lmk how i did lol. this is my first time doing this.

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It’s 1985, and Hawkins High is buzzing with the energy of senior year. Everyone’s excited for graduation, but no one more than you. You were popular, smart, and had a reputation for being both sweet and spicy—just like your personality. You weren’t a cheerleader, not by any means, but you had an effortless cool about you that made everyone want to be your friend. Or at least be around you. You had a way of making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room, but it was all a balancing act—a way to keep yourself untouchable while still enjoying all the attention.

And there was Eddie Munson. He was your go-to guy for anything you needed, but mostly, you were there for the weed. Eddie was, without a doubt, the coolest kid at Hawkins. Hell, the guy practically ran the Hellfire Club, his own little universe where the outcasts ruled. But while the rest of the school might not have understood Eddie’s brand of chaotic charisma, you got him. You always had.

And Eddie, he liked you in a way that made your connection feel like it was more than just transactions. He knew you had a sharp mind, that you didn’t need him for the weed alone. He respected you for that—something most people couldn’t see past the smoke and mirrors. You two had a bond, and it was undeniable.

It was late on a Friday afternoon when you met him at the usual spot. The corner of the parking lot near the back door of the school—hidden away from prying eyes, a space where you could just… be. Eddie had a new stash for you, as usual, and you couldn’t wait to see what kind of goodies he had this time.

“Hey, beautiful,” Eddie greeted, a grin stretching across his face as you approached. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, your voice smooth like honey, but with just enough edge to let him know you weren’t here to play games. You reached for your pack of cigarettes, matching his vibe, pulling out a long, thin one. You’d been smoking for a while now, and your preference had shifted to the slow, relaxing kind of high that came with marijuana. It was Eddie who had introduced you to it, and he’d been your supplier ever since.

“You know, I was just thinking,” you said, taking a drag of your cigarette. “I could just come to your Hellfire meetings and hang out, but… that’d be too easy, wouldn’t it?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up, amused by your comment. “Are you offering to join the ranks of the legendary Hellfire Club? We might just make an exception for you.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you laughed. “I’m just here for the goods today.”

Eddie smirked and fished around in his jacket pocket before pulling out a small baggie. “Got something special today. Gotta try it before you buy it, as always.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s so special about it this time?”

Eddie leaned in closer, the familiar scent of musk and weed mixing with his cologne. “It’s a hybrid—half sativa, half indica. Thought it might be right up your alley. Something that’ll give you a good high, but still leave you with that clear head you like.”

You took the bag from him and examined it, the little nugs inside looking especially pristine. “You really know me, Eddie.”

He chuckled, “Of course I do. We’ve been doing this for what? A year now?”

It had been just about that long since Eddie had first made you one of his regulars, back when you’d stumbled into his world by accident. You remembered the first time you’d asked him for weed, how he’d given you a skeptical look but agreed, a little wary of selling to someone who wasn’t exactly his usual crowd. But you charmed him in your own way, and from that moment on, he’d always had something for you, a steady supplier who treated you like someone more than just a customer.

You smiled, tucking the bag into your jacket. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. You wanna join me for a smoke? Or are you too busy making Hellfire plans?”

Eddie gave a dramatic sigh, looking at the time. “I suppose I could spare a few minutes. The dungeon calls, but I can always get back to my party planning later.”

You led the way, walking to the secluded spot behind the school where the two of you had smoked together countless times. The air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and weed as you both settled against the brick wall, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the parking lot.

As you lit up the joint, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Eddie. His wild hair, his clothes, his whole chaotic energy… It was all so intoxicating. Not just his weed. Him, too.

“Tell me,” you said, as the smoke filled your lungs and drifted lazily upward, “what’s the deal with the Hellfire Club anyway? You guys just get together and play Dungeons & Dragons, or is there something more?”

Eddie chuckled, taking the joint from you, his fingers brushing against yours for just a moment too long. “It’s a little more complicated than that. We’re like… a family. All of us are outsiders in one way or another. We get together and forget about everything else. The world doesn’t always treat us right, but at least we have each other, you know?”

You nodded. “I get it. You guys are a good crew. And, hey, it’s not like the rest of Hawkins is exactly kind to you either. You make it work. That’s what matters.”

Eddie’s gaze softened, his usual devil-may-care expression giving way to something more genuine. “Yeah, well, it’s easier when you’ve got someone like you around.” He paused, almost as if he was waiting for your reaction. “You don’t exactly fit the mold of the rest of the people who hang around here.”

You exhaled a cloud of smoke and gave him a sideways glance. “I’m not like everyone else. Never have been.”

“And that’s why you’re here with me.” Eddie grinned, leaning back against the wall, looking almost mischievous. “You’re not the typical pretty, perfect cheerleader who can’t do anything but look cute. You’ve got brains. And attitude.”

“Is that a compliment, Munson?”

“Take it how you want,” Eddie smirked. “But yeah, it’s a compliment.”

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, passing the joint back and forth, the world outside fading away. It was moments like these that made you feel like everything was right—like you could forget about the pressure of school, the looming future, and just exist in this small bubble with Eddie.

You could feel the warmth of the sun fading as evening approached, the chill setting in with the promise of a long night ahead. You were getting lost in the high, the connection you shared, and the way Eddie made you feel—like you were the only person who mattered in the whole damn town.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight, Eddie?” you asked, tapping the ash off your cigarette.

“Well,” Eddie began, “we’ve got our usual Hellfire session, but after that, I might just have something a little more… personal planned.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Oh really? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

He gave you a sly grin, his eyes flicking to yours, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. You knew he wasn’t just talking about the weed anymore.

“Maybe we’ll find out after the meeting,” Eddie said cryptically, his tone suggestive.

You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m looking forward to it.”

As the smoke continued to swirl around the two of you, the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, and the air grew crisp. Eddie’s words lingered in the space between you, a little mystery in them that you couldn’t shake. There was something more, something beneath the surface of your usual banter, and you couldn’t help but be curious about where it might lead.

“You’re not planning on skipping the Hellfire meeting, are you?” Eddie asked, breaking the comfortable silence, his voice a little teasing. He took another drag of his cigarette, blowing out a perfect ring of smoke that drifted lazily into the cool evening air.

You shook your head. “No way. I’m not that heartless. Besides, I’m curious about what new adventures your D&D crew is going to get into.”

Eddie laughed, that deep, infectious chuckle that you always found so endearing. “It’s more than just an adventure. It’s a full-on journey,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “I’ve been planning a campaign for weeks. It’s gonna be epic.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You and your Hellfire. You guys are like a secret society, plotting world domination through dice rolls.”

Eddie shot you a wink. “That’s the plan. One dungeon at a time.”

You finished your cigarette and flicked it to the ground, crushing it under your boot. You’d already smoked the joint he’d rolled for you, and now you were feeling that familiar wave of warmth and calm, a gentle high that made everything feel a little more… right. It was hard to explain, but whenever you were around Eddie, time seemed to slow down. You weren’t sure if it was the weed, the company, or a little bit of both, but you always felt at ease with him.

Eddie stood up, brushing off his jacket as he held out his hand to you. “Alright, enough of the smoke break. Let’s get this over with, and then we can really get to the fun part.”

You eyed his hand for a second before taking it, your fingers briefly brushing against his. The touch sent a small shock through you, something electric, and for a split second, you hesitated. But only for a second. You grabbed his hand and let him pull you up, feeling his warmth as he steadied you.

“You know,” you said, giving him a playful smile, “I think I could get used to this. Hanging around with you, I mean.”

Eddie grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “I’m a hell of a lot more fun than most people around here, huh?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, glancing down at your shoes as you both started walking toward the school’s main building. “You definitely are.”

By the time you reached the Hellfire Club’s meeting spot, the large, old boiler room in the basement of Hawkins High, the rest of the group was already there. You’d been to a few meetings before, mostly just hanging out while Eddie and the others played their game, but tonight felt different. It was like you and Eddie were sharing something unspoken, and you weren’t sure if anyone else had noticed.

The air inside the basement was thick with the smell of pizza and soda, and the usual energy of the Hellfire Club filled the room. The usual cast of characters was present: Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will—all the guys who were usually inseparable from Eddie. You were the only one who didn’t quite fit the mold, but that didn’t bother you. If anything, it made you feel like you had an edge, a way of seeing things no one else did. Eddie made sure you were never an outsider.

“Hey, look who’s here,” Dustin said with a grin, looking up from the game board where his character was just about to face off against a monstrous dragon. “The queen of cool herself.”

You shot Dustin a playful look, sitting down on the old, mismatched couch in the corner, close enough to Eddie but not directly in his space. Not yet.

“Queen of cool?” you repeated with a raised eyebrow. “You better watch it, Henderson. I could teach you a thing or two about being cool.”

Eddie chuckled, sitting at the head of the table with a smug look on his face. He seemed to enjoy the banter that flowed so easily between you and the others. It was almost as if you were part of their world without needing to be directly involved in their game.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” you asked, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag of your cigarette. “Are we saving the kingdom again or slaying more dragons?”

Eddie grinned widely, clearly excited. “Oh, we’re doing both, baby,” he said, gesturing to the map he’d spread out in front of him. “We’re heading into the depths of the Underdark tonight. Things are about to get real dark and twisted.”

“Sounds fun,” you said, eyes glinting. You were high enough now to enjoy the sound of their nerdy talk, even if you didn’t totally understand all the references. Hell, you didn’t need to. You were here for Eddie.

The session kicked off with all the usual enthusiasm, everyone getting involved in their characters’ quests and battling off the imaginary beasts Eddie had conjured up. You could see how deeply invested they all were, the way Eddie led them through the storyline with a mix of humor and intensity, his voice deepening as he described the dungeons and creatures that lurked within.

But as the game went on, your mind wandered back to Eddie. He was in his element, clearly, but there was something about the way he kept glancing over at you that you couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just a look—it was a pull, a silent conversation that played out between you and him with no one else in the room aware.

You shifted on the couch, catching his gaze for just a moment. Eddie’s lips quirked into a knowing grin, and your stomach fluttered. You had the feeling this meeting wouldn’t just end with pizza and dice. No, there was something else in the air tonight. Something that had been building up for weeks now.

The game continued into the night, but you could feel the tension between you and Eddie growing with every passing minute. After a while, the guys started to lose interest, their focus drifting from the game to the usual late-night chatter and laughter. Eddie noticed it too, his eyes drifting back to you, and he suddenly stood up.

“Alright, that’s enough of that for tonight,” Eddie announced, standing up from the table. “I think we’ve battled enough monsters for one evening.”

The guys groaned in protest but didn’t push him on it. They were used to Eddie’s whims, especially when his focus shifted elsewhere. He turned to you with a mischievous smile.

“So, you ready to get out of here?” Eddie asked, the question almost too casual, though you could see the spark in his eyes.

You didn’t need to say a word. You just stood up, following him as he made his way toward the door, his hand brushing against yours again. This time, you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed his hand, holding on just a little longer than necessary.

When you stepped out into the cool night air, the world outside seemed quieter, more distant. It was just you and Eddie, two souls connected by more than just weed or friendship. Tonight, it felt like you were on the cusp of something new.

“You know,” you said, your voice low and teasing, “I never figured you for the type to wrap up a D&D session early.”

Eddie’s grin was all teeth. “Maybe I just have better things to do.”

“Better things, huh?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Eddie’s gaze flickered to yours, his tone dropping. “Let’s find out.”

You and Eddie walked in companionable silence, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallways of Hawkins High. The night air was cool, the stars above twinkling faintly as you made your way toward the parking lot. There was a strange, electric buzz in the air—something unspoken, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The weed was still swirling in your mind, adding a dreamlike quality to everything around you, but it was more than that. It was Eddie.

He stopped just short of the parking lot, turning to face you, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to blur. The only thing that mattered was the way his eyes were locked on you, the way his lips twitched into a smile, like he was trying to figure out something about you—or maybe about himself.

“So,” Eddie started, his voice low, “we’re alone now. The game’s over. No more Hellfire. Just you and me.”

You tilted your head, feeling your heartbeat quicken. “Yeah, I noticed. I’m starting to get the feeling you’re trying to tell me something.”

Eddie took a step closer, closing the gap between you, and you felt that familiar heat rise in your chest. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it.”

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “Eddie, if you’re trying to be mysterious, it’s working.”

Eddie’s grin spread wider, but there was something different about it now. It wasn’t just playful—it was sincere, almost vulnerable in a way that you hadn’t seen before. His usual bravado was still there, but now it felt like he was letting down some of his walls, just a little.

He took another step toward you, and this time, you didn’t move away. You let him close the space between you, your body responding to his presence in a way that was almost instinctual. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint musk of the weed still clinging to your clothes.

“I think,” Eddie said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, but I didn’t know how.”

You looked up at him, your pulse racing. “What’s that?”

He met your gaze, his dark eyes full of something that made your stomach flip. “I don’t just want to be your weed guy, y’know? I’ve… I’ve been wanting more than that for a while.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged. For a moment, you just stared at him, your heart thumping in your chest. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

You took a deep breath, your voice steady but filled with curiosity. “More? Like what, Eddie?”

Eddie ran a hand through his messy hair, a nervous habit that you knew well. He was always a little unsure when it came to anything outside of his comfort zone, but you could see that he was trying. Trying to make himself vulnerable in a way he rarely did with anyone.

“I don’t know. I’m not great with words, okay? But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Not just as… y’know, a friend who smokes with me, or a girl who comes to my Hellfire meetings. I think you know that, right?” His eyes were earnest now, and the usual sarcasm in his voice had faded.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your nerves. This felt different than anything you’d expected when you first started hanging out with Eddie. The connection you shared had always been strong, but this? This was something new. Something uncharted.

“I… I had a feeling,” you admitted, your voice a little softer than usual.

Eddie stepped even closer now, until you were standing mere inches apart. You could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, and the air between you crackled with anticipation. It felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you in this moment.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice barely a breath. “You think I’ve been wanting this too?”

Your eyes flickered to his lips for just a second, before locking with his gaze again. You nodded slowly. “I think you have.”

The smile that broke out on Eddie’s face was the most genuine you’d seen from him all night. His hands hovered at his sides, as if unsure whether to reach for you or not. But you didn’t need to wait for him to make the first move. You stepped forward, your hand resting gently on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

“Then why don’t you kiss me, Eddie?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but filled with something stronger than curiosity now. Something more like desire.

Eddie’s breath hitched at your words, and for a second, you thought he might freeze up. But instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours just lightly at first, testing. The feeling of him so close to you, his warmth, his breath, the sweet taste of the cigarette smoke still lingering on his lips—it was everything you’d wanted and more.

The kiss deepened, slow and tentative at first, but then with more urgency, more passion, as if neither of you could hold back anymore. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, the heat of his body against yours setting every nerve on fire. You could feel his heartbeat racing beneath your palms, matching your own. His lips were soft but demanding, a perfect mix of tenderness and hunger that had you leaning into him, wanting more. He let out a soft moan, the sound going straight to your core. As he was tilting his head as he continued to dig deeper in your mouth, Eddie’s hand slid up to your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. His lips were warm, urgent, as though he was trying to anchor himself to you in a world that seemed to be falling apart. You responded in kind, your hands tangled in his messy hair as the world outside faded away.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, you both stood there for a moment, eyes locked. You didn’t need to say anything—everything was clear in the way he looked at you, the way you felt connected in this moment that was somehow both familiar and brand new.

Eddie’s voice was rough as he spoke, his hand still resting gently on your waist. “So… that’s what you were waiting for, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, still feeling the lingering effects of the kiss on your lips. “Maybe,” you replied, voice teasing. “I’m not always the easiest to read, Munson. But I think you figured it out.”

He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed so far away. It was just you and Eddie now, no longer just a supplier and a customer, no longer just friends. Something had shifted, and you both knew it.

“We should probably get out of here before the guys start wondering where we went,” Eddie said after a beat, his voice lighter now, but still laced with that underlying tension. He pulled away, but not too far. “You wanna head back to my place? We can watch a movie, or… whatever.”

You grinned, taking his hand as you both turned toward the parking lot. “I think I’m in the mood for whatever, Eddie.”

He looked at you, that familiar mischievous spark back in his eyes. “I’m glad you said that,” he said, and the two of you headed out into the night, the start of something new between you both unfolding with every step.

The drive to Eddie’s place was short, but the tension in the car felt palpable, the silence between you both almost electric. You had a feeling neither of you quite knew how to break it, but you also didn’t mind. There was something comforting in the quiet, the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the wind as you drove under the streetlights.

Eddie was focused on the road, but you could feel his eyes glancing over at you every now and then, like he was checking in, making sure you were still there, still with him. The air between you was different now, charged with something unspoken, a kind of anticipation that hummed in your veins.

When you finally reached his trailer, the small, worn-down place that had always been a refuge for Eddie, he killed the engine and turned to face you. His eyes were soft now, a little more serious than usual.

“So…” Eddie began, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar, nervous gesture. “You wanna come inside, or…?”

You gave him a smile, the kind of smile that made your heart race a little. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

The two of you got out of the car, and as you walked toward the trailer, Eddie’s hand found yours again, lacing your fingers together. It felt so natural, like it was always meant to be this way. The gesture was simple, but the connection was undeniable. You didn’t need to say anything—there was no need for words right now. The pull between you two was strong enough on its own.

When you stepped inside Eddie’s trailer, the familiar warmth of the place enveloped you. The dim lighting, the cluttered shelves filled with band posters, books, and strange trinkets—it was quintessentially Eddie. It felt lived-in, comfortable, like the world outside didn’t exist here. You’d been in and out of his place a few times before, but tonight, everything felt different.

Eddie turned on a lamp, casting a soft glow across the room, and motioned for you to sit on the couch. He took a moment to grab a couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to you with a grin. “Cheers,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours before taking a long swig.

You watched him for a moment, the way his hair fell in loose waves around his face, the way he moved so effortlessly, like he was always in his element here. There was a sense of calm about him that you admired, something that had drawn you to him from the very beginning.

“So, uh…” Eddie said, his voice slightly hesitant but still light. “What now? We’re alone, and the night’s ours, so… what’s next?”

You tilted your head, leaning back into the couch and looking at him with a mischievous smile. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”

Eddie’s gaze flickered from your face to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might shy away, but he didn’t. Instead, he closed the distance between you, sitting down next to you on the couch, his knee brushing against yours. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

“I think I’ve waited long enough,” Eddie said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his lips were on yours again, this time more urgent, more insistent, like he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.

The kiss was different this time, more than just a playful tease. There was a depth to it, a connection that reached beyond the physical. His hands cupped your face gently, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your body responding to the heat of his touch. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, was like a promise—one you couldn’t quite understand but couldn’t deny either.

When you finally broke away, gasping for breath, you rested your forehead against his, the soft rhythm of your heartbeats syncing together.

“That,” you breathed, “was… exactly what I needed.”

Eddie chuckled softly, his fingers tracing small circles on your arm as he leaned back, but his eyes never left you. “I’m glad I could be of service,” he said, his voice low and teasing again. But there was something in the way he looked at you that made the teasing feel more like a genuine moment of affection.

You reached up, gently pushing a stray lock of hair out of his face, your fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “You know,” you said with a playful smile, “I think I’m starting to get why people can’t stop talking about you.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking up into a smirk. “Oh yeah? And what exactly are they saying?”

You shrugged casually, trying to hide the way your stomach fluttered at the thought of him. “You’ve got your own thing, Eddie. People like you because you’re different. You don’t try to fit in, and I respect that.”

He let out a soft laugh, clearly pleased by the compliment. “I’m not trying to fit in. Why would I want to be like everyone else?”

“You shouldn’t,” you agreed, giving him a smile that was equal parts affection and mischief. “Being yourself is way better than trying to be anyone else.”

Eddie’s expression softened, and for a moment, you saw the genuine Eddie, the one behind the jokes and the loud persona—the one who was unsure but never afraid to be authentic. He reached out and brushed his hand over yours, his touch gentle and almost shy.

“I like being around you,” he said, his voice quieter now, a hint of vulnerability in his words. “I always have.”

The sincerity of his words caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I like being around you, too.”

There was a beat of silence between you two, a moment where everything felt perfect, like you were both waiting for something to happen but not in a rush. Eddie’s eyes flickered down to your lips again, and you could feel that familiar tension building once more.

Without saying another word, he kissed you again, but this time, it was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. The kiss deepened, and you responded in kind, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

And for a moment, everything outside of that trailer—outside of this room, outside of Hawkins—faded away. It was just the two of you, lost in each other, lost in a feeling you both had been searching for without knowing it.

When you finally broke away again, both of you breathless and with flushed cheeks, Eddie gave you a soft smile. His thumb brushed over your lip, the gesture tender, and it made your heart skip a beat.

“You know,” he said, his voice a little rough from the kiss, “this isn’t what I expected our night to turn into, but I think it’s exactly what I needed.”

You smiled back, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. “Same here.”

Eddie leaned back into the couch, pulling you with him so that your head rested on his shoulder. The two of you sat in silence for a while, the peaceful quiet of the trailer wrapping around you like a blanket. Outside, the sounds of Hawkins were distant, but here, in this moment, everything felt right.

“I think this is the start of something pretty great,” you murmured, your voice soft but full of promise.

Eddie didn’t say anything at first, but you felt his arm tighten around you in agreement. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice filled with that same warmth. “I think it is.”

And just like that, you both drifted into a comfortable silence, your connection deepening in a way that neither of you had expected, but both of you knew was real.

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AN: luv me some eddie, how i do ?

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Faal Hah Wuld, pt. 23

Author's Note: some description of healed wounds, mention of blood. Torovan is getting his facial surgery.

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The Son of the Void came next to DIBELLA, where he saw light that showed more than the path ahead. Thus did he understand beauty.

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Constance had been happy with the clothes and toys, and the children even more so. Sadrith had spoken to each of them, trying to hear a little of what they had to say - but she ended up speaking most to Sofie, the last one she had brought here.

"It smells here becuase of the water and I have to share the other room with Runa. But it's a lot warmer, and my fingers don't go all numb at night."

She couldn't help but smile at that, and agreed that it smelled in Riften. She asked about the other room and it seemed that Constance had turned the "punishment room" into a bedroom for the two girls, to make it less awkward for everyone. Her old room was for anyone who got very sick, and she herself had already moved into Grelod's.

"Do you like it better here?"

"Yeah," Sofie said, "I don't have to worry about eating here."

There was a pause.

"Somebody told me you work for the Thieves Guild. Is...is it true?"

"It's true," Sadrith said quietly, "I'm in charge of it. Don't worry, we won't steal anything from here. I told them not to do that."

"And they'll listen? I heard Constance say thieves don't have any honor."

"The guild here will do what I tell them," Sadrith insisted. "And if they don't, you can tell me and I'll punch them in the eye."

Sofie laughed.

It was so easy to speak to her, as it was to speak to the rest of the children. They were simpler, and sometimes she found it grating to listen to one of them peter on for ages about something, it was easier than listening to an adult do the same thing. Because at least the child sounded enthusiastic and happy about what they were talking about, and it required a lot less untangling than things like the current state of the fishing business or someone trying to explain the intricacies of why the Empire was right...

She left the orphanage wishing that talking to everyone could be so simple.

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There were a few things to handle in the Guild. Letters to be written to suppliers, deals to be okayed, and so forth. Brynjolf joked that none of his talents lay in forgery, and her handwriting was near impossible to reproduce anyway.

"Ah, but there's a letter from Karliah," he added, "Hold on, I left it somewhere."

Sadrith nodded and went to speak to the Face Sculptor.

As it turned out, she WAS willing to come out of the sewers, was actually eager to be asked to do so.

"I have found the method by which to work on those of your friend's persuasion," Galathil replied easily, "And I would be most pleased to do this. Perhaps my work on him will lead to further business - Maven Black-Briar is not getting any younger, after all."

"Better not let her hear you say that," Sadrith laughed. She scribbled out a quick note, and handed it to Galathil, "This'll keep my housecarl from thinking you're a thief. Head on up and speak to the Dunmer at Honeyside. I still have some things to take care of here."

Galathil nodded and headed off. Sadrith moved back towards the main area of the Ragged Flagon...and Vex.

"You have the brush?"

"Yes, and it's already causing trouble."

"How so?"

"Delvin said he was going to test it out and painted something he shouldn't have. If he complains about his black eye, tell him he deserves it." There was a slight smirk then. "It's definitely the real deal."

"Good. I'd hate to have to start my search all over again." Sadrith, trying not to skip, headed on over to Delvin, who was holding an uneven bit of ice wrapped in a rag to his eye. "Vex already told me."

"Well, you can't blame a man for trying." Delvin gestured to a wrapped item on the table which Sadrith seized and opened.

Rythe Lathandas had been loathe to part with the thing, of course. But after having several children, none of which had any inclination to art - and feeling better about it knowing she was also an artist, he agreed to sell it. And so in exchange for what would to anyone else be a ruinous sum, the Brush of Truepaint was handed over.

Sadrith took the brush by the handle, and felt a tingle in her fingers. She prodded at the bristles - they were as soft as she'd heard, almost like hair. Whether it was Dibella's or not, she could shut her eyes, and think...

She opened them again quickly.

"Time to test it out myself," she said. Out of one of her bags she drew a roll of paper.

"How it works," Delvin said, "Is, you got to make a portal first. So you just sort of got to..."

"Imagine it, and brush?"

She felt awkward, drawing with nothing on the brush - she hadn't used a paintbrush in ages, charcoal was easier to carry and use.

But still, the page shifted and shimmered...

And through the portal she went. There was a feeling of falling, and little more.

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There was nothing. Sadrith's footsteps made no sound, even. The world was an endless void.

"What should I try?" she wondered aloud.

Many things wandered through her head. Sovngarde, dragons, Skyrim in general...Rythe's letters said he was famous for doing art of the countryside, said the brush seemed to take well to scenes of nature.

Something beautiful, she thought suddenly. Or maybe something safe, familiar...

Something new?

She decided, finally, on Sovngarde. And barely putting forth her will - the colors expanded around her, bursting forth. Rythe's list of instructions confirmed that one didn't NEED to wave the brush to use it - his father had had no use of his arms after all, and had managed to use it just fine.

Yes. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. The view when she'd left the Hall of Valor - where she'd spent several hours feasting after victory over Alduin - and seen his body still laying there on the ground. The brilliant star in the sky, a veritable portal to Aetherius.

What I bring is a star... the thought leaped and was ignored. Everything else was too beautiful for her to spare time for another odd thought.

Then there was the corpse of Alduin.

The body appeared on the ground, exactly where it had been then. It was all harsh angles and ugly shadows, with little brilliance. But it did what the others had not - it remained whole and unburned, its soul still possessing it.

Sadrith was seized with another thought. She wondered now what she had wondered then.

Why?

Why had she not absorbed his soul as she had with all the other dragons? Why did his body not burn?

Her blood ran cold when the body's single visible eye opened, turned towards her -- its eyes, the same red as hers, burning bright. She remembered his last words: I am eternal! I cannot end! And for just a few moments, she thought...or feared, rather...

Mey, ziili... Alduin was weak, hardly able to move...or maybe she was just imagining this. Maybe her mind was running wild. ...hin!

"Fool," she echoed, not in the dragon tongue, "My soul..."

No.

No.

No. She was DEFINITELY imagining things. In a hurry she reached for the brush, turned, and created the portal back.

But whatever this was, had one final thing to say, one thing she only caught part of.

...mu nis oblaan...yah Alduini hofkahsejun!

We cannot end. Seek Alduin...seek alduin...something.

No, she thought, no, I am not hearing this. It's only in my head.

And Rythe had warned about this, that sometimes when painting living things they could...well...live, and she had made the mistake of imagining the worst target of all.

But as she faded from the painting and back to reality she wondered the meaning of the painted Alduin's language. Us, we, our. Words that linked them. Made them sound the same. Telling her to seek something...that last word, she couldn't identify it, didn't know it. Or if she did had forgotten.

The obvious answer was too obvious. It could simply be that as he was out of her head...it could be nothing. Just her overactive dragonborn imagination.

Doubting her senses made the most sense.

Torovan. She would ask Torovan, but make it sound like it happened in one of her dreams. Not inside of a painting.

He'd think her mad and she didn't want him thinking that any more than he already did.

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The painting was beautiful, every bit as much as Sadrith hoped it would be.

The sky of Sovngarde, that brilliant swirling sky with its central star, the background of statues and hills. And Alduin's body there on the ground--with his eyes still open. Every inch of the parchment was filled, and it looked more like a window to the place than a painting.

If it hadn't been for the spook she'd gotten making it she was sure she'd be celebrating right now.

"I'm not much for art," Delvin said, "But that came out pretty good. Where's it s'posed to be?"

"Sovngarde," Sadrith replied, "Scared the hell out of me. Alduin was actually moving..."

He laughed. "Yeah, what I tried did that too. Got struck on both ends, by the painting and the real thing."

"Next time don't paint something that hates your guts."

She went back to waiting. A moment later she realized she'd forgotten what she was waiting for, just that there was something - important - she was supposed to have been tending to or doing.

There was Torovan, yes. And what she had to say to him about Alduin, but there was something else...

If it was important, you would remember, she thought, but really, it wasn't the truth. She'd forget everything. Sometimes even where or when she was (but that always resolved itself quickly, thank the gods).

"Sadrith!"

Brynjolf's voice rang out, but even then she still didn't remember. Not until he sat beside her and put the note in her hand, the note marked From Karliah.

Right. Right, that.

She thanked him and opened it.

Sadrith, it said, Come to Nightingale Hall when you are next able, there is something we must speak of.

And that was it.

"I'll do it after the wedding," she mumbled to herself. If there wasn't an emergency she might forget this too - she had to keep it on her night table, or something like that. She'd miss it for sure otherwise.

As she got up to leave she thought suddenly of Nocturnal, and turned quickly around to leave a soul gem at the shrine.

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Galathil was deep in talks with Torovan when Sadrith returned to Honeyside. It seemed that in her absence they'd agreed on using her bed as the site of operation.

"My bed?" she asked. "Are you serious?"

"Nowhere else will be as comfortable, or as safe," Galathil replied, "And none of the other beds are large enough. I'm certain, too, that you don't want me to use your table. I need him able to lay flat for an extended period and your bed is the best place to do that."

Sadrith sighed, nodded her head, and set the note from Karliah on her bed table.

"Can you do the work now?" Torovan asked. "Or should I arrange for it tomorrow morning?"

"No, there's not a need to delay this. You'll need to rest for a day in any case. Now," Galathil said, "Much as I am sure you hate to do this, I need you to remove the bandages, then clean your face. Your skin must be absolutely clean before I work on it."

Sadrith, not wanting to look like she was waiting to stare at what was beneath the bandages, went to her bedtable again. This time she retrieved something - a small mirror that had been tucked away for fear she'd knock it over. On coming back she handed it to Torovan, who set it beside him on the bed.

She chanced only one look at his face as Galathil brought a basin of steaming water up to the other bedtable.

The scars she had seen before were there, but more than that was the drooping of flesh over the other, side of his face that she remembered seeing in other people, when they'd gotten burns. It looked almost like the skin had simply melted. On his forehead there was a scar like a deep gouge. Someone must have really wanted him dead - that wound looked like it would be fatal, were it fresh.

The bandages were set aside, and Torovan looked at himself in the mirror for a long few moments before washing his face - accompanied by several grimaces. Then he lay back on the bed.

And for one moment Sadrith saw a bolt of fear.

"For what it's worth," she said suddenly, "I think you're perfectly handsome now."

He didn't answer, and a moment later Galathil was casting a sleep spell.

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Sadrith had only one job while the operation was being conducted, and that was bringing rags to ensure any blood didn't leak too quickly before Galathil's healing spells would seal the cuts she made. It really was artistic in a way - she would feel a jerk of nausea in her stomach, thinking surely this woman was going to kill the man before her and yet - when it was healed, the skin looked as though it had never been damaged at all.

She cut away a layer of skin around the site of Torovan's burns, and that seemed to be the part that concerned her most - but it too was healed over. It was all done within two hours.

"I did rather like the scars," Sadrith said, looking down once it was all done. "But he's..."

Torovan's face had been rugged in a handsome way before, but now he looked - breathtaking, almost. High cheekbones, perfect lips. His eyelashes were longer than she'd imagined they'd be, despite being untouched. He was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and the thought of this face rising from the waters back in the hot springs--

"He'll be awake soon, but he is not to eat for two more hours," Galathil said, "Do you hear me? No eating, no drinking, period."

"Nothing for two hours," Sadrith repeated. "Why?"

"He could potentially vomit it back up," she replied. "Despite being asleep, the body is still pained, which causes nausea..."

"And even awake, and only mostly dead, it could still cause problems." That made sense enough.

Galathil gave her a list of further instructions for Torovan's persual, and finally left.

Sadrith turned back to Torovan, taking in the sight of his new face again. Something about seeing it the way he (apparently) wished it, finally healed of all its damage...

She sat watching him until he woke, some ten minutes later.

"Mirror," he said quickly, and Sadrith handed it back to him. He looked at himself for several minutes, touching various parts of his face. Cheeks, chin, nose, forehead. "She really did fix all of it."

"Sigurd won't recognize you." she said.

"I suppose not." Torovan went quiet.

A lengthy silence passed. Sadrith had again that feeling that she'd forgotten something, something important...it gnawed at her insides as she sat watching him look at his face from several angles with the mirror.

But it wouldn't come back, that thought, whatever it was. It was gone. She knew she had to ask him something but she couldn't remember what in the hell it actually was.

After the two hour period passed she brought him one of his blood bottles.

In the process of bringing it over she happened to look at the bedtable, on which Karliah's note still rested. Ah, yes! That must have been it.

"I had hoped for us to set off right after the wedding," she said, "But I got a note from the other Nightingale...ah, there are two more of the Guild pledged to Nocturnal's service. One sent me a note...she wants to see me at Nightingale Hall. It's just south of Riften."

"So we--"

"No, I can't take you with me. It wasn't anything particularly emergent...ah, not an emergency, but..."

"But with the Thalmor making further incursions, I can't simply let you wander about by yourself."

Sadrith huffed. "I've been alone a lot longer than I was ever with you. I can handle myself just fine. I don't NEED--"

"I am not staying in this city any longer than I have to, and from what it sounds like, you don't expect this to take very long. Correct?"

"Yes, correct."

"Then I follow you, wait outside--" here Torovan sneered, "--and we set off for Winterhold afterwards, to save time."

"Fine."

"Fine."

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The wedding was everything Sadrith had feared. She spent most of it holding to Torovan's arm, shocked that he could speak to anyone so easily give his previous dislike of small talk (though she did notice, that most of those he spoke to were Dunmer). She was almost glad of it, though--aside from some talk about the Thalmor with the more Stormcloak aligned folk attending, she could think of very little to actually say.

Ingun was marrying the Jarl's disgraced son, Saerlund, and from what she could gather Maven was attempting to turn the man into a protege of sorts.

"But what of Hemming?" she asked, "I thought he was her heir! And what about Sibbi?"

"Sibbi's...no longer an option. And as for Hemming, he vanished, that's what. Guards can't find head or tail of him...no note, no declaration of passionate love for someone in another hold, nothing." Indaryn said. "Maven's got people looking, but it's been long enough that..."

"And beforehand?"

"Nothing. Well, he had started collecting some odd--"

"Dragonborn!"

Maven's imperious voice rang out, and Sadrith tensed. As the woman approached, Torovan whispered, "Are we sure this woman is not the World-eater? You seem to fear her more than the dragon himself."

Alduin, there was something she was supposed to say. It was about Alduin. But for the life of her she couldn't remember. But that thought would soon pass on as Maven approached, and started to ask if she had herself heard anything of Hemming.

"Nothing," she replied honestly, "And I have just made a journey from Winterhold to get here. Aside from the Thalmor there's not much going on."

"Aside from the Thalmor." Maven gave a noise almost like a laugh in her throat. "They mean nothing to you, do they?"

"They're nothing I haven't handled before."

"Yes...I do recall a certain party..." There was a little smirk to cross the woman's face then. "I have heard that they're quite angry with you. I've been asked about your presence."

"I hope--I've given no reason to--"

"At the moment, no." Maven inclined her head. "I have no care for the Thalmor themselves, except that it's required to deal with them to get anything done in Skyrim...considering the connection to the Empire."

"Right...right," Sadrith replied. "If I've interrupted your business--"

"You've not done so, no. Not yet at least."

The conversation moved on to Saerlund then, and soon after mentioning Ingun was happy with any marital situation that would let her continue her work, Maven reminded her (several times) to keep an ear out for any word of Hemming. Then she was gone.

"She was less terrifying than you made her seem," Torovan said. "You did well enough."

"Of course I did. Of course I did."

She took a deep breath. Somehow, she managed to get through the rest of the wedding celebration - even greeted Ingun at one point, congratulating her on finding a way to get around her mother's dislike of her hobbies.

"It was Saerlund's idea," Ingun said. "My mother's...got certain kinds of friends he'll get along with, and it's not as thought I'm interested in anyone else."

"No sweethearts at all?"

"Every joked that I cared for Elgrim, but..." Ingun gave a slight laugh. "I've never been interested in men...or women for that matter."

After complimenting the bridal gown, Sadrith moved off again.

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Torovan set off with her after a brief stop at Honeyside to gather everything back up and changed back into armor. She chose the Nightingale armor, and mentioned to Iona what she had to Gregor: if the Thalmor showed up, do what she had to do to survive. The woman had been doing fairly well, being a Stormcloak in spirit if not joining them in battle, and so hadn't had as much trouble as Saerlund had been.

"Is it usual for you to be called for in this way?" Torovan spoke up once they'd passed Riften's gates. "A letter, sent to the Guild?"

"Sometimes there's a courier," Sadrith replied, "But yes, usually this way. There's a means of speaking to Nocturnal here, and..."

"She is your lady's...highest priest, for lack of a better word?"

"Something like that." She paused as she spotted the stone marked with the Nightingale symbol. "How's your face, by the way? In the sunlight, I mean. Does it hurt at all?"

"Not--especially. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but not much. The sun is going down, so that may have something to do with it." Torovan said.

"It'd be a pity if the sun did hurt it," she said, walking ahead so he wouldn't see the expression on her face. "If I hadn't watched her do it I'd almost say your face was carved by the gods."

There was a slight chuckle from him then.

And then a moan, that definitely wasn't his.

Sadrith looked forward, and reached for her sword.

It happened again. She looked back to Torovan, whose eyes had gone wide--wide and fearful.

Deep breath.

She turned back. Ambling through the rickety door that lead to Nightingale Hall was something that looked almost Dunmer--

Torovan screamed as if he'd seen a ghost, and slung a fire spell at the thing before it could get too close. She advanced and seeing nothing else coming from the door leaned over to look at the fallen creature.

"Don't touch it!"

"I'm wearing gloves, I'm fine." Sadrith turned the thing over, and gasped. There were ears and a mouth, but...everything that should have been where its eyes and nose were was completely gone. "What in the name of..."

There was nothing but a gaping hole.

"I've never seen anything like this before," she said, getting up when Torovan prompted her again. "What IS that?"

"An--a--an ash zombie," he replied, shaking in every limb. "It's an ash zombie. They were--I've only ever seen them in Morrowind...more than two hundred years ago."

"Wait, so that's one of the ash creatures that--" Sadrith stood up, and headed for the door again. It seemed to take Torovan a few moments before he followed along.

She glanced back to see that he was slipping on a set of leather gloves.

Karliah, she thought, Karliah, how did these things get in here? Why didn't you say anything sooner? Gods, I hope you're alright!

[likelyamused]

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Max: Okay, yeah... this is a great idea... I can sell what I catch at the stall near the docks.

Max: Hi! How are you doing this morning? Could I interest you in buying a few fresh catches from me, from this morning, for a very reasonnable price, might I add.

Salesperson: Sorry, lad. I already have my suppliers. Plus, that's not how this works...

Max: Awwh! Come on! Gimme a break! You're boasting you have the freshest fish... the catch of the day... You and I both know this fish is at least three days old.

Salesperson (in a menacing whisper): You take that back.

Max: Screw you and your stinking fish, you cheap old hag!

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Wins and losses of Paris 2024 Olympics day 11

Day 11 of the Olympics saw new victories and new embarrassments, with some athletes receiving gold medals and others getting bad food.

Food with worms

Superstar swimmer Adam Peaty has come under fire for the quality of food on offer at the Athletes’ Village, less than a fortnight after Team GB began boycotting the restaurant inside the stadium.

Peaty won a silver medal in the 100m breaststroke before finishing an agonising fourth in the men’s 4×100 medley relay. Like other athletes competing in the Olympics, Peaty is staying at the athletes’ village in Paris.

All meals are provided by the organisers and there is a huge restaurant on site. But the British superstar has questioned the quality of the food preparation, leaving him furious with what he was served.

Peaty claims the quality of the food is having a negative impact on the results, and condemned the organisers’ promise to make 60 per cent of all meals meat-free and a third plant-based. He said:

The catering isn’t good enough for the level the athletes are expected to perform. We need to give the best we possibly can. Tokyo the food was incredible. Rio was incredible. But this time around? There wasn’t enough protein options, long queues, waiting 30 minutes for food because there’s no queuing system. The narrative of sustainability has just been pushed on the athletes. I want meat, I need meat to perform and that’s what I eat at home, so why should I change? I like my fish and people are finding worms in the fish. It’s just not good enough. The standard, we’re looking at the best of the best in the world, and we’re not feeding them the best.

Team GB had previously boycotted the Village over food in the first week of the Olympics. But organisers insist they take the athletes’ concerns seriously. They have also defended the work of their catering partner, saying extra staff and suppliers have been brought into the Village.

New world record set

Following her stunning victory in the women’s 800 metres on Monday, Keely Hodgkinson told ITV News that she now believes breaking the world record, which has been held for 40 years, is “possible.”

When asked what she plans to do with her future, the 22-year-old said “there’s a whole world record to try and break” and added that she would “love to try and do it.” She also said:

Why not? I think with everything we’ve had in advancements in track and field – the science behind how we train, the shoe technology, the tracks – I think it’s really making it seem possible.

She told ITV News that she felt at home during the race because there were lots of family members, friends and British fans at the stadium in Paris. The previous record of 1 minute 53.28 seconds was set by Czech athlete Jarmila Kratochvilova in 1983.

Medals in surfing events

Tahitian Kauli Vaast won the gold medal for France in the men’s event at Teahupo’o on Monday in a near-perfect final, leaving Australian tubing maestro Jack Robinson with silver.

American Caroline Marks added Olympic gold to her 2023 world title with an emphatic victory over Brazil’s Tatiana Weston-Webb in the women’s final.

Brazil’s Gabriel Medina won the bronze medal in the men’s event, while Frenchwoman Johanna Defey finished third in the women’s event.

The 22-year-old Vaast, who grew up in Teahupo’o, Tahiti, and caught some of the best waves of all time on a perfect reef passage, quickly established his dominance and never gave up, thrilling spectators in boats in the channel and on shore.

Adding that he had lost his voice screaming back at local fans as he did a victory lap on a jet ski, Vaast said:

The dream came true. I can’t believe it right now but I just made history – for me, for all Tahitians, for Polynesia and France.

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[mygainyear2024]

Day 18 Delayed

After not one, but two pastel de natas before my dance class at the gym, and a homemade sardine tosta I walked 5+ kms to my third language lesson via Clarice, in Alvor, for a proper latte ☕️

I tried to video the garbage collection system near my apartment but failed in my timing. The collectors were also looking at me strangely as I held my phone up to film!

I did get a better shot of the cute dog that looks out over the neighbourhood with interest. I had a brief chat with the owner to confirm he's only two. Noticeably, there are lots of dogs, as well as learner drivers and pastelarias.

After the fun language lesson, practising conversation starters and replies, I had an interesting conversation with a retired fireman, Gary from Ireland 😉 I noticed Gary at the first lesson. He seemed broodish, but I think he may be an introvert, if that's possible for an Irish man? Although my depth of experience with Irish men is limited to one!!! (Yes kids, I know he had a problem with alcohol and you thought he was gay, BUT he did make great duck fat baked potatoes!) Today Gary came with his lesson notes neatly stored in plastic sleeves in a folder, but he said "que interessante" with as much enthusiasm as a wet fish. Rebecca asked him to be a bit more animated. I think his interest must have peaked in me when he heard me saying, in terrible portuguese "sou impragada do estado" which translates to "I am imprisoned by the State". I'll need to check this with Rebecca at the next lesson, I'm sure there's a better way to say "public servant". I'm also "dona de casa" which means investment property owner, but it also means housewife!

Gary wanted to give me lots of advice about superannuation. I’m sure he was well intentioned but I feel quite informed 😂 Sadly the teacher is taking a break next week so I’ll miss Gary, but I’ll ask around, apparently he is a member of a walking group and I need to do some more walking 😜

I’m now getting ready to have dinner with Rosie at Restaurante F in Praia da Rocha. She’s messaged me this afternoon to invite me to a book launch tomorrow night at Irish Rovers, que interessante!! She also said “We will also go tonight to listen to the band after dinner” Stay tuned….

So dinner at Restaurante F was pleasant. I had high expectations (from the number of Facebook comments after I posted the request, “recommendations for best restaurant with ocean views and I don't care for steak!) and also when I saw the selection of breads being wheeled around on a trolley and a separate aperitif menu. The bread (cornbread, pumpkin bread and plain) and two butters were delicious, the shared prawns ok and my first cataplana of octopus, clams and sweet potato (Algarve stew cooked in copper or stainless steel pot) tasty, rounded out with the shared crème brûlée and bottle of rosé, not cheap comparatively at €50 each. But, the company was definitely worth it. Rosie regaled me with fabulous stories about her relationships and the number of suitors she has at the moment. And as a supplier of gummies to some of her cruise tour members (it’s legal in Canada)😂 She certainly lives an exciting semi retired solo life.

We then went to Irish Rovers, and yes that same bartender made a beeline for Rosie and started his lines on me. I reminded him that he'd already made me a cosmo last week and I'd heard his BS! Later I did give him a hard time about how long he'd been using those lines on women at this pub (six years!) and had it ever worked (no) and I suggested it might be time to come up with a new strategy. The band were pretty dreadful, actually it was mostly the lead singer that did have Rosie and I in stitches. His voice was not loud enough to be heard over the instruments (probably for the best), and I couldn't work out if he was Irish, Portuguese or another nationality. Rosie said he looked 100! Are white singlets on tattooed older lead covers' singers still a thing? And he was drinking red wine. It was too many contradictions for me to manage, given I don't go out to these kind of venues at all. I did say to Rosie twice that a strong female lead would fix this situation. Rosie knows the owners, Martin and Jenny. They weren't pub owners in Ireland, but have owned Irish Rovers for 10 years and according to Rosie it's the most successful pub in the Algarve. Martin was in the band on keyboard (and I thought he could actually sing) and Jenny was behind the bar. At one point she quickly came over with three shot glasses of some creamy beverage and said a hurried hello, downed the shot, and went back to the bar. Apparently the book launch is for a Portuguese poet that Jenny doesn't know, but she wanted to be supportive, stay tuned...

Rosie did tell me about a fantastic Thai massage she had, so I've tracked down the salon and the therapist and booked myself in for this afternoon.

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Fresh Meat Home Delivery Near Me: The Best Option for Quality and Convenience

In today’s fast-paced world, finding time to visit the market for fresh meat can be a challenge. Whether you’re preparing a family meal or hosting a dinner party, having access to high-quality meat at your doorstep is a game-changer. Luckily, fresh meat home delivery near me is a service that has revolutionized the way we buy meat, and online meat in Chennai services like Kari Kadai make it even more convenient for locals.

Why Choose Fresh Meat Home Delivery?

Gone are the days when you had to settle for frozen or pre-packaged meat from supermarkets. With fresh meat home delivery near me, you get fresh, high-quality meat delivered right to your door. This service ensures that your meat is not only fresh but also hygienically packed and delivered on time. Kari Kadai is a trusted name in this space, offering premium cuts of chicken, mutton, and seafood to customers in and around Chennai.

One of the best aspects of this service is the convenience it offers. No more long trips to the market or dealing with the hassle of parking. With just a few clicks, you can order online meat in Chennai and have it delivered to your home. This means more time to focus on preparing delicious meals for your loved ones.

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The Benefits of Ordering Meat Online

When you opt for fresh meat home delivery near me, you’re not just saving time. There are several other benefits to consider:

1. Quality Assurance: Kari Kadai ensures that every cut of meat is sourced from trusted suppliers, ensuring the best quality. Whether it’s tender chicken or succulent mutton, the quality is top-notch.

2. Hygiene: In a time when hygiene is a top priority, online meat in Chennai services like Kari Kadai take extra precautions to ensure that the meat is processed and delivered in the most hygienic way possible.

3. Variety: From chicken drumsticks to mutton curry pieces, and seafood like prawns and fish, the variety offered by Kari Kadai is impressive. You can order different cuts of meat as per your recipe’s requirement.

4. Freshness Guaranteed: The meat is delivered fresh, not frozen. This is crucial for anyone who enjoys cooking meals with fresh ingredients.

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How to Order Online Meat in Chennai

Ordering meat from Kari Kadai is incredibly simple. Visit their website or app, browse through their selection of fresh meat, and place your order. You can choose from a wide range of cuts and types of meat, depending on your needs. Whether it’s for a casual family dinner or a special occasion, Kari Kadai’s online meat in Chennai service ensures that you get fresh, high-quality meat delivered quickly and conveniently.

Conclusion

For anyone looking for high-quality meat without the hassle of going to the market, fresh meat home delivery near me is the perfect solution. With services like Kari Kadai, you can rest assured that your meat will be fresh, hygienic, and delivered to your door on time. So, the next time you need online meat in Chennai, Kari Kadai should be your go-to choice for quality and convenience

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Discover Glendale's Culinary Gem: Kumadori Sushi

Nestled in the heart of Glendale, Kumadori Sushi stands out as a culinary treasure for sushi enthusiasts and casual diners alike. This acclaimed restaurant has quickly become a local favorite, earning praise for its exceptional quality, authentic flavors, and inviting atmosphere.

A Taste of Tradition and Innovation

Kumadori Sushi offers an exquisite dining experience that marries traditional Japanese techniques with modern culinary innovation. From the moment you step through the door, you're greeted by a warm, contemporary setting that sets the stage for an unforgettable meal.

The restaurant's menu features a broad selection of Best Sushi and Sashimi Near Me, crafted from the freshest ingredients. Whether you're a fan of classic rolls like the California or spicy tuna, or you're looking to try something more adventurous, Kumadori has something to tantalize your taste buds. Their signature rolls, such as the Kumadori Roll and the Volcano Roll, are crafted with creative flair and showcase a perfect balance of flavors and textures.

Commitment to Freshness and Quality

What truly sets Kumadori Sushi apart is its unwavering commitment to quality. The restaurant sources its seafood from top suppliers, ensuring that every dish is made with the highest grade of fish. This dedication to freshness is evident in every bite, making each sushi roll a delightful experience.

In addition to sushi, Kumadori offers a variety of other Japanese dishes, including tempura, teriyaki, and ramen. Each dish is prepared with the same attention to detail and quality, providing a well-rounded dining experience that caters to diverse tastes.

An Inviting Atmosphere

Kumadori Sushi's ambiance enhances the dining experience. The restaurant's modern decor, combined with traditional Japanese elements, creates a relaxing and sophisticated environment. Whether you're dining with friends, or family, or on a romantic date, the welcoming atmosphere ensures a memorable outing.

Exceptional Service

The staff at Kumadori Sushi are known for their friendliness and professionalism. They are knowledgeable about the menu and always ready to offer recommendations or accommodate special requests. This level of service complements the high-quality food and contributes to the overall positive dining experience.

A Community Favorite

Since opening its doors, Kumadori Sushi has become a beloved fixture in Glendale's dining scene. Its reputation for excellence has been built on consistent quality, a diverse menu, and a genuine passion for sushi. For those looking to enjoy a top-notch sushi experience in Glendale, Kumadori Sushi is undoubtedly the place to visit.

Whether you're a sushi aficionado or a newcomer to Japanese cuisine, Kumadori Sushi promises a delightful culinary adventure. Make a reservation today and experience why this restaurant is considered the best sushi spot in Glendale. https://www.kumadorisushi.com/

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EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT OYSTERS

Oysters are a fascinating and beloved seafood delicacy. Here's everything you need to know about oysters:

Oyster Basics: Oysters are bivalve mollusks that inhabit saltwater or brackish water environments. They have a hard shell composed of two halves connected by a hinge.

Types of Oysters: There are numerous species of oysters worldwide, each with its own unique characteristics.

Flavor Profiles: Oysters exhibit a wide range of flavors influenced by their growing environment.

Oyster Harvesting: Oysters can be harvested either through wild collection or aquaculture.

Oyster Health and Safety: Oysters are generally safe to consume but can occasionally carry harmful bacteria, particularly during warm months.

Whether you enjoy oysters for their exquisite taste, cultural significance, or environmental benefits, understanding the basics of oysters can deepen your appreciation for these remarkable shellfish.

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Seafood wholesalers near me – At D. Ocean Fisheries, we provide high-quality frozen seafood in bulk at competitive prices. If you're looking for trusted seafood wholesalers, visit doceanfisheries.com to learn more.

Seafood wholesalers near me # Frozen Seafood Supplier # Fresh Fish Suppliers Bahrain

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Choosing the Best Food for Angelfish: High-Protein Nutrition and Finding Reliable Local Suppliers

The best food for angelfish includes a variety of high-protein options like brine shrimp, bloodworms, and specially formulated flakes or pellets. These foods help promote vibrant colors, strong immunity, and healthy growth. Angelfish benefit from a diet that mimics their natural environment, combining live, frozen, or dried foods for balanced nutrition.

To find reliable fish feed suppliers near me, check local pet stores, aquarium specialty shops, or online platforms that offer high-quality feeds and deliver locally. Look for suppliers offering trusted brands and a range of fish feed options.

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大家好! Besides yong tau foo, another healthy meal option for locals is lei cha (tea rice). Brown rice is commonly used in this dish, topped with choy sum (Chinese flowering cabbage), green beans, cabbage, tau kwa (firm tofu), chye poh (preserved turnip), peanuts and anchovies. It also comes with a green tea paste broth made from ground seeds, veggies and tea. I don't like basil and mint so I usually give the broth away. I don't like brown rice either except for congee but once all the toppings are mixed together with the rice, it's acceptable. MI, ML and CL introduced me to a lei cha stall and it was very tasty. The texture of the toppings was mostly crunchy, along with savoury notes from the anchovies and chye poh. YUM!

I thought of skipping news about the genocide in Gaza for this post but decided not to. There's too much suffering inflicted upon Palestinians. All the same, I'll need a short break to keep my spirits up, possibly for 1 or 2 weeks. I'll still be keeping abreast of the news and praying for an end to the war, but won't share articles for a short period of time. Maybe I'll post mukbangs or recipes, something more light-hearted and fun for abit before returning to the events in Gaza and the west bank.

I took leave on Friday so after my daily morning calisthenics, Pa and I treated ourselves to a buffet breakfast. First plate - cold soba, enoki mushrooms, seaweed and a tiny bit of soya sauce, smoked salmon, tofu with bakchoy and fish, steamed wong bak (Napa cabbage) with dried shrimp and conpoy, hashbrown and 2 eggs sunny side up. Next, more vegetables - mushrooms, wong bak, tofu with bakchoy and fish, topshell and cucumber salad, asparagus, braised chicken and siew mai. Third plate, fruit - watermelon, blueberries, dragonfruit, rock melon and delicious grapes. Finally, I shared waffles and ice cream with Pa. I was so stuffed, I went for a 15 minute walk/run at the park near my home later on to help with digestion; mostly brisk walking with about 5 minutes of running since I'm still new to running.

I introduced LL, my expat friend from China, to a place that serves 1 of the best meepok (flat yellow noodles) in Singapore. This isn't found at a hawker centre or hotel restaurant; it's a diner which specialises in siew lat (traditionally refers to roast pork and waxed duck, now commonly refers to roast meats). I ordered their char siew, green beans stirfried with garlic and har mai (dried shrimp), dong guai (angelica herb) roast duck and the star of the show, meepok. The char siew had a nice char and was lightly crispy on the outside and very tender on the inside. We adored it! Also loved their green beans which were fragrant and still retained a slight crunch. The duck was juicy with a robust herbal taste and that meepok, THAT MEEPOK! This is made in-house, not sourced from a supplier. It was slurpable, QQ and oh so smooooooth! This delighted our senses so much. Enjoy the video!

Well! It's the start of a brand new week and I'm feeling less exhausted after taking Friday off. There will be more to come as I clear my leave for the year and carry forward the number of leave days the company allows to 2025. Time really flies; we're approaching the end of the third quarter of 2024. My mini getaway with YL is also happening in 2 weeks. Can't wait! 下次见!

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#WeirdCandies #InterestingCandy #MyThoughts

I like looking for weird candy online and I find these.

Also enough gummy body parts to make a gummy person or creature.

And a candy knife that looks deadly.

Knife shaped gummies for Halloween don't exsits but these do.

Wilton Halloween Knife Icing Decorations, 12-Count - Walmart.com

Images not mine but link is there.

Sour Candy Body Fluids, Yummy Blood & Urine For Your Mouth (laughingsquid.com)

Wholesale Knife Shape Pressed Candy Tablet Candy,suppliers,manufacturers,factories - IVY Food (cnivyindustry.com)

Halloween Body Parts Gummy Candy, Edibles, Halloween, 38 Pieces - Walmart.com

I like these candies since they are creative.

I know Hotlix has a rectangle blue sucker with a goldfish cracker in the center like it was like a fish tank.

Dessert Scorpion - HOTLIX

Ant Candy with Real Black Ants - HOTLIX

Gummi X-Ray Fish - Boing Boing

Had a sucker that plays music when you eat it.

Gives me tooth tunes vibes.

Tooth Tunes Musical Tooth Brush Display Wave 1 Revision 2 (entertainmentearth.com)

Amazon.com : Music Lollipop Suckers,AMOS Audio Lollipop Sugar Free, Singing Lollipop Individually Wrapped, Novelty Gift for Mothers Day (Blueberry, Pack of 1) : Grocery & Gourmet Food

I remember when I was little during back to school or Valentine's day there were these hollow chocolate apples with a gummy worm inside.

Chocolate Apple with Gummy Worm - Candy Favorites

These roadkill gummies are pretty weird but I remember Trolli being in hot water for making these with less detail than these.

I know that some people are still selling these online.

TROLLI ROAD KILL CANDY - RECALLED - RARE, 1 for $12.00 | eBay

Vintage 1998 O.t.c ROAD KILL GUMMIES candy container SQUIRREL bubble gum RARE | eBay

bookofjoe: Kraft Trolli Road Kill Gummi Candy is Dead

I never tried these I would love too.

Randomly found this little blue raspberry fella and gives me obscure mascot vibes.

Blue Raspberry Bloom from One-Eyed Girl X Kyle Kirwan (For March 26-Drop) (toysrevil.blogspot.com)

Vertigo - Hard Candy + Chocolate Lollipop by Paul Angeloni at Coroflot.com

Blue Raspberry Magic Head Candy - 10CT Box • Candy Mini Packs • Bulk Candy • Oh! Nuts® (ohnuts.com)

Vertigo Lollipops - Candy Favorites

I remember seeing these gummies at a gas station along time ago but never trying them.

My guess these are swedish fish in texture and taste but with cinnamon or blue raspberry.

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ALLAN HOT LIPS - Gummy Candy - SmartLabel™ (hersheys.com)

Randomly found out saliva and blood sample candy was a thing but it's rare now.

It's like sour goop liquid candy.

Crime Scene Candy Tubes: 3-Piece Pack | Candy Warehouse

I really love these trash can garbage candy containers and looks like something I would see at Cracker Barrel near they checkout or the toys area but I image this candy taste like smarties or chalk like candies.

I would just keep the empty trash containers.

Garbage Candy - 3 units – KandJu

I never seen a haunted house gummy candy and it's pretty cute.

Halloween small Kabobs - 3 units – KandJu

Found a better image of the haunted house gummies and I want to try these one day.

Haunted House Sweets Bulk Bag - Dylan's Candy Bar (dylanscandybar.com)

I saw these 4D Gummy fish and I thought these were cute but reminded me of those plastic toy fish but these are edible.

4D Gummy Goldfish Bag 3.95oz - 12ct – I Got Your Candy

I saw these cute house shape cake molds.

Amazon.com: Joyeee 1 Pack House Shape Silicone Mold, 6 Cavity Non-stick Cozy Village Baking Pan, House Shape Soap Mold, Mini Christmas House Cake Molds for Brownies Chocolate Jelly Pudding Cupcake Ice-cream: Home & Kitchen

Haunted House Bundt Cake Pan - OliveNation

Gingerbread House Silicone Baking Molds Set - Evil Cake Genius