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strang3lov3 · 4 months

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Cinnabon

Summary: (mall rats 7, final part!) Joel ruins a special moment, leading to another stupid argument, leading to him fucking the daylights out of you on his couch. Lovingly.

Tags: AU where yeast is not dead and we can all bake and be happy. Cordyceps is no longer in the flour/sugar either (work with me) Cinnabons, 69, dirty talk, unprotected Piv, creampie because it’s me, strang3lov3. soft dom joel because again, it’s me, strang3lov3. Strange highs and strange lows, that’s how my love goes. You get it.

A/N: As always, thank you @papipascalispunk for editing ❤️ you’ve helped me so much on this series and you have no clue how thankful I am for that. Definitely abusing your talents for the next shit I wanna write! And thank you to everyone who’s read and reblogged, commented, all of that good stuff. This was a blast to write!!!

This may not be the absolute end of these two, so you might get an update on them here and there, most likely in the form of yet another lovers quarrel. But I have so much stuff planned and I hope you continue to keep up with me ❤️ excited for the new year and to share what else i've been writing with all of you 🩷

It’s early in the morning in late December when you’re walking up to Joel’s porch, holding a basket full of ingredients and a dusty copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. You knock on the door, no answer. With Joel’s poor hearing, sometimes it’s better to knock on his back door. He seems to hear it better, closer to his bedroom and all that. You make your way to his back door, where you find Ellie quietly opening the window next to the door, no doubt sneaking back from a friend’s house. You startle each other, “Ellie, hi,” you say. You wrinkle your nose, she smells like weed. You can’t help but smirk.

“Oh,” she says, “Hi. I’m not– I’m just–”

“I won’t tell Joel,” you smile. Ellie’s staring at your basket of goodies, where one of your lacy Victoria’s Secret thongs sits on top of a blue Cinnabon apron. “I’m just…baking. For Joel. Are you gonna be home today?”

It’s Ellie’s turn to smirk at you, as she opens the window the rest of the way and lifts herself inside the house. You hear her heavy footsteps before she unlocks and opens the door for you. “I can disappear,” she replies, “I require payment, though.”

“I’ll leave you a plate outside your door.”

“Deal.”

Ellie goes to her room probably to change clothes, and you go toward Joel’s kitchen. “I want two of whatever you’re making,” Ellie calls out before slamming the back door again, probably going back to her friend’s house. That girl certainly knows how to negotiate. You can’t help but love her for it.

Joel usually wakes up early, but he’s not on his recliner where you expect him to be. Must be in bed. You smile to yourself, picturing Joel coming downstairs in his pajamas, hair messy and sighing in pleasure at the sweet aroma of butter and cinnamon.

You’re making Cinnabons this morning. Well, cinnamon rolls, as Betty Crocker puts it. When you and Joel were in the Barnes and Noble at the mall picking up books for Jackson’s library, you had stumbled across Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. Flipping through the pages, you found a recipe for cinnamon rolls and thought back to that first time in the mall with Joel, where he explained what a Cinnabon was, and then lied about his sweet tooth.

There were loads of recipes, many interesting pictures too. You brought the book to Joel and pointed at a picture of some odd, translucent dome-shaped food item. He told you it was called Jell-O, and that no one misses it. You wanted to take the cookbook back with you, but there wasn’t room in the duffel bag. And you couldn’t bear to rip out a single page for one recipe. That would just be cruel.

At the end of the day, you went back to Tommy’s office with Joel. Joel usually walks you home, but he didn’t that day. Said he was running late for game night with Ellie, so he took off quickly. Tommy told you he’d walk you home, though.

As you and Tommy went through some of the books, he heard you sigh disappointedly, “What’s gotcha down, hon?”

“There was this book I wanted, but we didn’t have room.”

“What book?”

“Cookbook,” you replied, “I wanted to make a recipe for Joel.”

“Ah,” Tommy murmured, flipping through the pages of an old picture book, “Which recipe?”

“Cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh man,” Tommy groaned. He checked his watch, then looked at you with a light in his eyes.

“I’ll take you back there right now to get that book.”

“You’d do that?”, you asked.

“For you, of course. But I got my motives. Ya gotta hook me up with some of those rolls.”

There are few things that make you feel as loved and appreciated as when Tommy’s eating your food, showering you in the sweetest compliments and praises. No problem, you’d gladly share your baking with him. So Tommy took you back to the mall. You led him to the bookstore, picked up your book and went on your merry way. Tommy still hadn’t gotten to check the mall out for himself, though. So he wandered through the same areas you did, through the food court you and Joel picked through all that time ago. At the Cinnabon stand, he tossed you a blue apron with the word ‘Cinnabon’ embroidered at the chest. “Bet ya could make Joel turn bright red with this.”

You picked up what he was putting down immediately. And, thinking about it, you had a lacy thong that would match the apron perfectly. You remembered the blush on Joel’s cheeks as you tried on lingerie at Victoria’s Secret, how he mumbled something about lingerie being a waste of time before fucking you in the dressing room, still wearing your pretty pink chiffon babydoll. You wondered if faced with a big, gooey cinnamon roll sitting in front of him, and you in nothing but an apron and a thong, he’d still lie about that sweet tooth of his and his disdain for lingerie. Cause for an experiment.

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In Joel’s kitchen, you prepare the recipe. You prepped the dough last night, giving it plenty of time to rise. All you have to do this morning is prepare the cinnamon-sugar mixture and the icing. Oh, and put on that apron and thong. Not too hard.

Once the rolls are assembled in the pan, you put them in Joel’s oven and change into your little outfit, feeling a little breeze on your bare ass. Good thing Ellie’s gone. As you’re waiting for the rolls to bake, you lean over Joel’s kitchen table and flip through the pages of your cookbook. The Jell-O still has you perplexed.

Some time goes by. You’re reading about the Jell-O, how Betty Crocker said that it was great for parties and baby showers and other things like that. The slam of the glass door behind you startles you. You whip around, and there’s Joel with bright red cheeks, looking shocked and horrified. Through the glass door, you see Tommy in Joel’s yard. He waves at you, smiling. You wave back.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel grumbles, quickly pulling the blinds over the glass door to protect your modesty, “You gonna explain why you’re bare assed in my kitchen?”

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he grumbles, as the egg timer you set prior goes off with a ding. You open the oven and pull out the cinnamon rolls with a pair of potholders, giving Joel a perfect view of your entire ass. “Oh my god,” he groans. When you turn around, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, always so dramatic. You reach for the Pyrex measuring bowl full of icing you prepared and begin drizzling it over the warm cinnamon rolls. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy. You’re somethin’ else, you know that? I never know what–”, Joel stops speaking, and you look back at him once more. He’s intrigued, eyes wide. The pastry has pulled his attention away from your nearly-bare body. “Those uh– those cinnamon rolls?”

“Cinnabons,” you correct him, pointing to the embroidered logo on your chest, “But yeah– cinnamon rolls.”

“Right,” he murmurs, stepping closer to you. He reaches into one of his drawers for a fork and pushes you out of the way.

“Joel,” you complain as he steals a bite of the cinnamon rolls, right out of the pan. He blows on it first, careful not to burn his tongue. When he tastes the pastry, his eyes flutter shut. He moans softly. “You said once that you missed Cinnabons,” you explain, speaking softly. Joel reaches for another bite, right out of the pan.

“Mhm,” he mumbles, mouth full of dessert.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Cinnabon’s better,” he answers plainly.

Your face drops. “What?”

“Yeah this–”, he takes another bite, “S’no good at all.”

He’s fucking with you. Probably gonna say something dumb like how you should give him the pan, let him dispose of those no good cinnamon rolls for you. “Dick,” you punch his arm for scaring you like that. He doesn’t mind.

“You made these for me?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly, “For you.”

“For me,” he repeats, a soft smile on his face. You’re kind of baffled at his mood change, but you know what they say about men and food; the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, all that stuff. He steps closer to you, backing you against the countertop and turning off his oven, still wearing that smile, like he knows something you don’t.

“But I owe Tommy and Ellie one, too,” you continue, voice a little shaky. You’re nervous, why is he making you nervous? Joel sets his fork down and stares at you, lovingly, tenderly. “I made two batches before this, fucked both of those up. And then I ran out of sugar, actually. Tommy had to steal me some more.”

“I love you.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He says it plainly, no frills. Just out with it.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he hums, “I do. Still would like an answer as to why you’re half-naked, though.”

Your face heats up. What were you saying? The cinnamon rolls, right.

“I was– I don’t know. I had to knead the rolls by hand. The recipe said a stand mixer would be easier, but I didn’t…”, you trail off, feeling a little fuzzy, like you can’t think straight, your train of thought slipping away from you, “Didn’t have one. I love you too, actually.”

“I know,” he replies softly. He never doubted it for a second. Lord, he’s so handsome. His eyes sparkle more than usual, his fluffy curls untamed. The flannel he’s wearing suits him perfectly, and you can’t help but stare, stammering quietly. He reaches for your face with one hand, wrapping the other around your waist and pulling you close to his body, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Oh, fuck. You squirm out from his hold, away from the counter he held you against. Joel looks absolutely baffled as you smile sheepishly. “Can you grab me a plate for the Cinnabons?”, you ask, “I need to leave one by Ellie’s door.”

“I’d like to kiss you first, if you don’t mind,” he says, walking towards you. You keep walking backwards, around the kitchen table. Joel follows you as you look through his drawers for a spatula, opening and closing cabinets with shaky hands as you try to find a plate. Where are his fucking plates? Joel reaches for your hand to stop you. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Joel’s missing something here. Has to be. You love Joel. Joel loves you. That’s been established, just like, two minutes ago. And you’ve been intimate with him many times before. The next logical step in this series of very out of order steps would be to kiss you. Unless…“Are you nervous?”, he asks.

“About what?”, you ask, “Kissing?”

“No, underwater basket weaving. Yes, kissing,” he sighs, “You seem nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lie, “I’d just like to be the one to do it first.”

“Oh,” Joel replies, still a little confused, “Yeah, naturally. Makes sense.” He takes you by the hand and leads you to his living room, sits you on the couch and takes his place next to you. “Lay it on me, then.”

“I can’t just–”

“You can,” he interrupts, coaxing you gently, “Come closer.” You scoot closer, but it’s not enough for Joel. Still wearing nothing but a thong and an apron, he lifts you by your ass and places you on his lap. Joel wears an expectant look on his face as you adjust yourself on his lap, feeling so awkward and out of your element. You’ve kissed people before, this should be no big deal. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous with Joel, especially when you’ve done everything else with him.

“Joel, I– I don’t know where to put my hands.”

“Right here,” he whispers, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Or here,” he moves your hands to his jaw, his patchy beard prickly under your fingertips. “Wherever you want.”

“I like your shoulders,” you whisper, dropping your hands back to his shoulders. One of your hands slides to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

“S’good,” he says. And oh, his eyes. Brown and so warm, inviting, so beautiful.

“Close your eyes,” you demand, intimidated by his stare. “Sorry. Close your eyes,” you repeat, softer.

“My bad,” Joel replies, his eyes now shut. You’ve never noticed how pretty his lashes are before now. They’re gorgeous, so long. “They’re closed now.”

“Okay,” you breathe.

“You got it,” he encourages.

God, this is daunting. You close your eyes, lean forward…and smooch him right on the cheek. There. Easy.

“Doesn’t count,” Joel murmurs through a smile, eyes still closed. Fuck. You adjust yourself on his lap, lean forward and…nothing. Joel waits. And waits. And waits.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” you say, trying to will yourself to just do it.

“Okay, sweetheart. You got it,” he whispers. But you don’t kiss him yet, and Joel keeps waiting, feeling himself beginning to grow hard as you keep squirming on his lap, adjusting yourself some more. “Hon?”

“Yeah?”

“Any minute, now.”

“I know,” you say, “I’m gonna kiss you.” But you adjust again. A minute passes with you on Joel’s lap as he waits patiently for you to finally kiss him. Another minute. And then you lean forward and – nothing.

“I’m gonna count down from three, and then you’ll kiss me. How about that?”

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Three…two…”, Joel counts, and you prepare once more to kiss him, “One,” Nothing. Joel sighs, “You’re killin’ me here.”

“I was about to do it, Joel.”

“Uh huh.”

“I was,” you argue, “You just keep talking and–”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit. You’re the one doin’ most of the talkin’, like usual.”

“That’s not true,” you argue, but are interrupted when he opens his eyes. That’s not supposed to happen. He wears a mischievous grin as he sits up and his hands begin to slide up your sides. Your already pounding heart begins to beat even harder, faster, because Jesus Christ, he seems like he’s about to kiss you. “What are you doing?”

“Ya got three more seconds to kiss me. Three…”

“Joel, not funny,” you scold as he takes your face in his hands.

“Two…”

You’re beginning to panic, “Joel–”

And then he fucking kisses you, the bastard! No tongue, just a sweet, gentle peck. It’s despicable. You shove him back on the couch and glare at him, “You kissed me!”

“How awful,” Joel says with mock sympathy before he leans forward and kisses you again. You shove him again, harder.

“You asshole. I was gonna do it.”

“No, you weren’t,” he replies plainly. He tries to kiss you again, but you keep your hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the couch cushion. Joel’s smirking, but you’re scowling.

“Yes, I was.”

“Okay,” Joel laughs, “We can redo it, then.”

You sigh, “No, Joel, we cannot redo it. You already ruined it.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Shit. S’too bad,” Joel feigns a sympathetic pout as he wraps both hands around your wrists that pin his shoulders, removing them from his body. He pushes your hands behind your back, holding them tightly as he kisses you again. And again, this time a little longer. Your lips begin to slide against his, and…god, they’re soft. The bastard.

“You’re ruining–”

“For the love of god, you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts,” Joel mumbles against your lips.

“I was supposed to–”

“No. You had your turn. We’re doin’ it my way now,” Joel says, “That means,” he kisses you, “M’gonna kiss you,” another kiss, “And fuck you,” another kiss, “As I please, because I love you,” he whispers. He kisses you before he maneuvers you to lay across the couch cushions, now pinning your wrists above your head under just one of his hands “And you can’t do a thing about it. Got it?”

“I–”

He doesn’t let you argue further. Always so stubborn, you. “Good girl. Yeah, you got it,” Joel kisses you again. It’s different this time. Deeper, hungrier, messier. So much tension, time spent dancing around feelings, and it’s all out there now. His tongue slides past your lips and he tastes like cinnamon and sugar. You’ve been depriving yourself of him for too long. “And after all this, I’m gonna eat some of them cinnabons you made. And I won’t share, either.”

With his free hand, Joel unzips his pants to free his cock. “You know what you do to me, trouble?” he asks, breathing heavily. “Got me hard as a fuckin’ rock with all that squirmin’ ya did instead of kissin’ me,” Joel lifts the bottom of your apron up, exposing yourself to him, already dripping wet as he pulls off your soaked thong. You could have expected the ensemble wouldn’t have lasted long. And how are you already wet? One second you’re arguing about a stupid kiss and the next, he’s got you pinned beneath him and you’re dripping. You gasp as Joel gathers your slick with his fingers before stroking his cock, dipping his head back down to kiss you. He kisses your lips sloppily, then your cheek and down your jaw, your neck, nipping at the skin and soothing the marks with his tongue. It feels hot and passionate, and loving and dirty; all the best things at once.

“Oh, god,” you moan as he kisses further down your body, still stroking his cock. He pauses momentarily to pull the strap of the apron over your head, then lifting your ass to untie the apron in the back. He pulls the fabric away from you quickly, tossing it on the floor. He kisses your chest, dividing his attention equally between your breasts. Pinching, twisting one nipple, kissing and licking the other, then switching. He leaves them wet with his spit as he kisses down your body, stopping before he reaches your pussy. “Joel,” you whine, “Please– need your mouth on me.”

“Oh, convenient. Now you want my mouth,” he breathes, teasing you.

“Please, I need it, need you,” you beg.

“Wouldn’t ya know it, I need your mouth too.”

“So? Me first.”

“God, you’re a brat. Nice try,” Joel pulls away from your body, taking off his clothes quickly, “Said we’re doin’ things my way. Tryin’ somethin’ new today. Scoot,” he motions for you to move to the side. “On all fours, now. Come on, up,” you scoot to the side where Joel tells you to, slightly confused as you take the position. Joel takes his place next to you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to his face. “Sit,” he tells you.

“Joel,” you begin to protest. Surely he doesn’t want you to actually sit on his face, right?

“You trust me.” It’s not a question. He knows you trust him, he knows you know he’ll take care of you. Of course he will. His voice is firm, confident, “I need you to sit,” as he pulls your center to his mouth, wasting no time in pressing kisses into your folds, slick and sticky with your growing arousal. Your breasts are pressed against his soft stomach, hands gripping his meaty thighs. Freeing an arm from its place at your hip, Joel wraps his hand around his cock, rock hard with a swollen blushed tip. He uses his other hand to reach for your head, pushing your face towards his member. “Take me in your mouth,” he says. “See? We’re compromising. S’what people in love do.” What an asshole.

Wrapping a hand around his thick cock, you guide his tip to your mouth, pressing wet kisses against the smooth skin. He tastes like he always does, familiar and masculine, salty and sweaty, as you trace over his swollen veins with your tongue. Joel groans against your cunt as he parts your lips, your tongue still painting delicate swirls on his skin.

“Yeah, attagirl,” he praises in a raspy voice, “Best of both worlds, ain’t it?” Joel laps at your cunt, moaning softly at the way you taste, your arousal almost as sweet and delicious as your cinnamon rolls from earlier. He keeps you held firm against his face as he licks you, alternating between drawing firm lines with the tip of his tongue and fat stripes with his tongue flattened.

“Mmmm,” you moan, voice muffled by his cock. You’ve got him as deep as you can take him, your nose nudging his balls slightly as you cup them gently in your hand. Joel surprises you when he dips his tongue into your pussy, tasting every bit of your pussy. You stop what you’re doing, the only thing your mind can focus on is the feeling of his tongue working magic inside you.

He swats your hip, “Know it feels good, but it goes both ways, sweetheart.”

“Please, Joel,” you beg.

“You know the rules,” he says, “You stop, I stop. Keep goin’, you’re suckin’ my cock so good, sweetheart. So good. Always do, you know that?” You begin to bob your head on his cock once more, Joel rewarding you with wet, sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your pussy. It takes everything you have to focus on his pleasure when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking gently on the sensitive spot and humming against you. It’s not long before that familiar feeling begins to build in your stomach, your first orgasm washing over you.

You gasp for air, “Oh my god, Joel,” as he works you through your climax. Joel never lets up, not once. He keeps sucking, licking your clit, his facial hair tickling your skin and only adding to the overwhelming sensation. Once more, your peak begins to build. “I’m– fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

“S’the fuckin’ point, my love,” Joel mumbles quietly, and you can feel his smirk. Despite the rules, you’re not even sucking his cock anymore, your face instead resting on his body, haphazardly stroking his length as pleasure erupts from your core. You’re a moaning mess, pussy dripping and soaking Joel’s face.

Joel gives you a moment to catch your breath. Underneath you, he places one last kiss right on your clit before he gently slides himself out from your body. You’re hardly coherent as he meets you once more, this time his face inches above yours, caging you in his arms. His cock bounces between your legs and he leans down to kiss you again. His lips are wet and you can taste your arousal on his tongue. “Look at that, I stole another one,” he taunts.

“You’re a dick,” you breathe against his mouth, your body betraying you as you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” and in one swift motion, Joel lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you. He kisses you again, swallowing your gasp as he parts your insides, letting you feel every inch of him. God, he feels good. You’ll never tire of that stretch, that delicious feeling of being completely full of him.

“Oh, Joel,” you moan. He pulls out slowly, then slides back in at a harsher pace, grunting when he bottoms out inside of you. He takes both of your hands in his own, pinning them above your head as he rocks his hips. It’s tender yet dominant, just how everything is with Joel. Just how you like him.

“Love this pussy,” he purrs, “An’ I love you so much,” as he fucks you deeply, intensely. You whimper through his thrusts, each stroke fluid and firm and intentional. He knows your body like his own. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart. You always do.”

You writhe underneath him, relishing in the pleasure he gives you. His name and sweet whisperings of love are all you can speak, each word coming out in soft, broken cries. The wet, sticky noises of your pussy fill the room, along with your moans and Joel’s grunting, groaning, and heaving breaths. You tilt your head to the side, arms still pinned beneath Joel’s hands. You kiss his wrists and bite his skin there gently.

“Come with me, baby,” he coos, adjusting the angle and finding that sweet spot inside you, that spot he knows and loves. He lets go of your arms, one of his big, masculine hands now on your waist, the other thumbing your clit. “Give me one more, sweetheart.”

It’s all it takes. His words send you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him, walls fluttering and pulsing with every thrust of his cock. “Fuck, Joel,” you whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm. You wrap your legs around his body, the heels of your feet bouncing against his ass, simultaneously pulling him into a tight embrace with your now free arms. Everything about this moment with Joel is perfect, the way he smells, his hot skin, how close and safe you feel with him. It sends Joel over the edge, too. With your name on his lips, your cunt gushing and pulsing around his cock, he spills inside you, painting ribbons of himself deep inside you as he helps you ride out your own climax as long as he can.

He pulls out of you with a soft groan. He cleans you quickly with his t-shirt, a warm smile on his lips. He kisses your forehead, then sits back against the couch, catching his breath. You sit up too, and Joel holds out his arm as an invitation for you to curl into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder, you stare at him. All of his beautiful features, warm brown eyes, his smile lines, his aquiline nose. And then, you do it. You kiss him. Long and deep, passionate. Hours could be passing, you don’t know.

Joel breaks the kiss. He pulls away from you, no longer smiling warmly. Instead, he wears his teasing grin. “Finally,” he smirks. He holds up his hand for a high five. Fucker. You roll your eyes, lifting yourself off the couch and buttoning Joel’s flannel over yourself. You make your way to the kitchen, finding a plate and placing two cinnamon rolls on them. You reach for an old pencil that sits on the window sill, scribbling ‘Ellie’ on a piece of nearby scratch paper and leaving it next to the plate. A deal is a deal, after all.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, now,” Joel calls out to you from the living room. You turn around and he’s waving his hand, nagging you about his abandoned high five.

You flip him off. Asshole.

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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months

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Don’t imagine MK1 men edition;

This came to me as I was listen to asmr last night. Honestly have no clue what this is. 🦦

Don’t imagine Tomas asking you out of the blue about how he smells, having just finished using a new shower jell that had you recently bought, and once you were within range Tomas then pecks your forehead with his soft lips before pulling away with flustered cheeks and a dopey smile as he sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

‘I couldn’t resist.’ He claims. ‘I saw others doing something similar with their spouses, and so I guess I wanted to do it too. Pretty silly huh?’

Don’t imagine Raiden listening intently as you spoke, giving you every ounce of his attention towards the topic of discussion, smiling softly as his unwavering gaze never once faltered from your face; whereas yours would find a hard time staying glued to his beautiful dark ones because of how deeply he looked at you, making you feel not only heard but seen too.

Even as you apologised for talking his ear off, Raiden would counter that your voice was something he could never grow tired of, for it was his favourite sound.

It was such a simple thing but it was enough for you to feel yourself becoming fidgety under his gaze. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Raiden did this because it would always feel like the first time, every time.

Don’t imagine Liu Kang trying to make up for lost time by spending whatever small amount of time he had with you to the fullest before duty inevitably calls for his attention once more.

He’s fully aware that you don’t hold it against him and that you knew what you were getting into upon agreeing to being with him, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was in some way selfish with you, to which you were quick in disagreeing with by saying he was more selfless then selfish.

However that didn’t stop Liu Kang from helping you with your daily tasks as a way of expressing his gratitude for you, whether that be going down to the market, making the bed, preparing breakfast or something to drink. Liu Kang will do it without a second thought because who knows when he’ll have to leave you again.

So he savours every moment while he can but it doesn’t make the pain of having to separate from you anywhere near bearable.

‘No matter how far apart we may be physically, that does not mean my heart isn’t any less always with you.’

Don’t imagine Kuai Liang holding you tightly to him during the cold nights, his above average body warmth acting as your only form of comfort to combat the cold drafts that would somehow make their way into your room.

He’d thoroughly enjoyed the view of you trying to get as close as possible to leech off of his warmth, he couldn’t get enough with just how perfect you slotted against him and would often times have to pull you back into his embrace when he felt you shift the slightest bit away from him.

Kuai Liang loves keeping you close to his person, it makes him feel as though he’s protecting you with everything that he has, he loves it even more when he gets the chance to wake up before you and chooses to admire your every feature with adoration and love, engraving every inch of your face to memory; even your every imperfection that you claim to posses was engraved into his mind as to Kuai Liang, to love was to love imperfectly.

Not all love was perfect but yours certainly the most perfectly imperfect love there was.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han allowing you to take care of his injuries when he gets back from missions.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han‘s muscles tense up initially upon feeling your hands upon his injured bicep, soft hands working away at the wound in a way that wouldn’t cause him any more pain then he was already in.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han as his his sharp, observant eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, it’s not like he didn’t trust you, he was just trained to be vigilant whenever he put his care within the hands of others. He would even do it with the medics now and then but quickly came to accept that they knew what they were doing.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han slowly coming to terms with just how touch starved he was when he found himself at the mercy of your tender, caring touch, practically giving over all power to you in that situation to do whatever you saw fit. You could’ve hurt him even further for all he knew but instead you treated each of his wounds with a kind of gentleness he had never seen nor received before.

Whatever you do don’t imagine Bi-Han inspecting your work after you were done, giving a satisfied grunt, before he did an uncharacteristic thing by grabbing your hands within his own and kissing the back of them in gratitude.

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cod-sins · 9 months

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. I see König standing at a whopping 6'10 (because I say so) meaning he's a big guy. He has trouble finding clothes that fit his size (especially pants). He gets alot of his civilian clothes tailored or he just has his Oma [ :')] do it for him. I imagine he wears a size 49 in European shoes (16 for Americans) and he prefers boots and sneakers instead of sandals and loafers. His usual outfits include plain colored tees, a jacket (usually dark colors; black, navy blue, hunter green), sweatpants [show off that dickprint] and combat boots. König doesn't wear his hood out in public, so he settles for black or blue surgical masks. He doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself so dressing casual is his way to go. He's got big meaty thighs and hard abs with a sharp prominent v-line (mwah) to tie it all together.

‣. König has a cleft lip! It's on the right side of his mouth, he hated it as a child but grew up to realize it was apart of him. He has scars on his forearm from a hostile trying to slash him. They run deep and it was a pretty painful experience for him (he hates talking about it and he tries to wear long sleeved clothes but sometimes the weather ends up winning). He also has a bullet scar on his thigh as well. He keeps his nails short except one or two just in case he needs to pick something or scratch. I imagine his hair to be a soft strawberry blonde color. Something like this, this, and this. Because of the military he keeps it very short but he likes when his s/o styles it around. It looks similar to these styles. Despite what canon says I say his eyes are deep green.

‣. König is a Libra! His birthdate is August 22, 1995! [I know Libra's aren't born in August but for the sake of fanfiction shhhh let's pretend it is!] Making König 27 years old; He's very mature for his age!

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ‣. König suffered from anxiety/social anxiety since he was 17 and still suffers till this day just not as much. He's able to turn it off in the field but once he's on leave and is around other civilians it comes crawling back. It has stopped him from making friends, hanging out with his fellow soldiers and even dating. He's still a virgin because of this (and because of work and him finding the right person but that's a later issue). However once you get past that shy exterior he's pretty cocky. He's proud of the fact that he is a colonel and he enjoys secretly flexing on his s/o. "Ja, I took down a group of terrorists and saved all the hostages by myself. No big deal (👀)." He's one of those quiet people who talks alot of shit in their head and sends side eyes instead of starting shit.

‣. König is relatively good at hiding his anger, especially since he wears that mask 24/7. He'll quietly brood in the corner--arms crossed giving off an aura that spooks the new recruits. He's very quiet not speaking unless spoken too or if he needs something. König is so sarcastic! He'll roll his eyes (secretly) or mumble smart comments under his breath––mocking whatever superior that pissed him off. If you're close to you him you'll notice when he's happy. He has a slight bounce in step and he walks with his chest puffed up proudly. It's a real cute sight honestly.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. König's favorite colors are earthy tones. He likes dark woodsy green, russet and navy blue. I imagine he loves the ocean and water. Especially creeks! Winter may not be his favorite season but he loves hiking through the snow in his hometown's nature trails. He enjoys hearing the sound of the snow and dead leaves crunch under his footsteps. Speaking of hometown his favorite dishes are things like beef stew or anything meaty and hearty. He really likes homemade jams and jellys. He prefers going to the farmers market and picking up his fruits and vegetables fresh.

‣.This man's house is HUGE. It would look maybe something like this. It's super spacious with a few spare rooms for guests. König showers more than he bathes. He's legs are too long to fit which makes him have to awkwardly scrunch himself up. He isn't around much because of his work so he never took to the time to properly decorate. If you're his s/o he gives you permission to decorate. Make it look really pretty for him please. He lives somewhere a little distant from the city; closer to the country but not too far. He still wants to be close to local shopping markets.

‣.I think König would prefer a fat/chubby partner over a thinner partner. He enjoys grabbing onto their body, holding them closely feeling the warmth radiate from their body. I see him liking a partner who is quiet. Not as quiet as him because he likes when your chatter fills the silence. But someone who's able to relax and enjoy the ambience of their surroundings. Someone who is able to point out the little details in things. He wouldn't mind an outgoing s/o, someone who speaks for him when he doesn't feel verbal that day.

König was once stationed by an ocean for half a year and it was the best moments of his life. It was so calming for him. Every night he could hear the waves gently crashing against each other it always soothed him. It was favorite lullaby (after the one his mom sings).

König always has his hands held behind his back or he holds them in the front. He enjoys grabbing parts of himself it helps keep him stable and grounded. He also fiddles alot. Like he constantly stretches and wiggles his fingers. Or he lightly traces his thighs up and down with his fingers.

One of his favorite genres of music is Electro Swing. His favorite band is Caravan Palace. He loves all their albums.

100% picks people up. If you're his s/o and you're in his way he's grabbing you by the waist and gently moving you over. If you're on the battlefield god knows he's treating you like a football; bro is slugging you over his shoulder if you get injured or he's tackling you down to protect you from grenades.

If he's stutters too much in a sentence he gets really mad. He doesn't find it funny when people mock his accent. Also!! There are certain English words that König just doesn't know. He's fluent in English and can write well but there are times he gets stuck on words he doesn't recognize.

Has a thing for chubby cheeks. Also really likes chubby fingers. If you have fat fingers please give him a massage, he would love it so much. It's such a nice contrast too; his rough calloused hands compared to your soft round ones.

Looves chocolate. Especially dark chocolate, he really enjoys candy bars with nuts and toffee in them. He adores American super-sized candy bars. He also really likes twizzlers and licorice.

He doesn't outwardly smoke but if you offer he won't refuse. He's makes sure not to make it a habit (his grandmother was very upset when she caught him smoking once), he'd rather die by a bullet than slowly kill himself.

I know I said he's 27 but I imagine him to be 35 in canon.

NATURE LOVER! Bro is enamored by the beauty of his home country. He loves observing the wildlife on walks. He has a journal where he keeps different leaves from different places he was stationed at.

Good friends with Horangi. Not like BFFS (they are) but they're drinking buddies. Horangi helps König with his social anxiety and König helps Horangi not fall back into gambling.

König's favorite meat ever is lamb. He fucking loves a tender lamb roast. Gets annoyed as hell when the meat get stuck between his gums but he thinks it's worth it for the delicious food.

Pretty particular about his beers, he doesn't drink anything he's a man of class! He'll go on this super long lecture about how German brewing is so much better than other countries and that non-German beer/alcohol can't compete. Him and Soap got into an argument about this.

He keeps his area as tidy as possible. He isn't a slob but isn't a complete neat freak. If he has a bunch of random items out he'll try and keep them in a organized pile.

Sometimes he leaves his guns out around his house.

Lowkey likes being needed. There are times when his fellow soldiers ask him for help carrying extra stuff or when children or the elderly ask him to reach stuff off the top shelves. Especially likes when his s/o ask him to carry them. He'll start to puff his chest out and walk around with a dumb grin under his mask.

Type of guy to see people down an asle and wait for them to move instead of saying excuse me. [Projecting fr fr]

A real crafty individual, his hood is just a tee-shirt with holes in it. His helmet is literally a bicycle helmet he modded with military gear. König knows how to sew and he can tailor a little. He prefers taking his clothes to a seamstress or tailor because his hands are very big and sewing can a take a long time and he doesn't have that much patience for it.

He LOVED arts and crafts as a child. He would make so much shit to bring him to his mom and grandma. His grandmother still has his things till this day.

His favorite English speaking bands would be The Smiths, Boâ and The Cranberries. He likes to quietly sing to himself it makes him happy. He also enjoys 70-80s music. I also think he likes the sound of nu metal/rock instrumentals.

If he had an s/o he would love to dance with them. He would/could never dance in public but behind closed doors god knows this man would shimmy with his partner. He doesn't care if you can dance well because he can't dance well, he just wants to let loose and have fun with you.

Broke a guy's ribcage once. It was during sparring and König was pretty pissed with the man because he did something cocky and stupid that caused them the life of another soldier. He didn't receive proper punishment because they successfully completed the mission but König decided he should deal his own form of justice. By putting so much pressure on his chest until he heard a satisfying crack sound.

I think he likes apple cider.

He was raised by his mother and grandmother so he has a softer spot towards woman. He enjoys being in their company.

Smells like one of those fireplace candles or something with sandlewood and cinnamon. On the battlefield thought he reeks of blood, sweat and gunpowder.

Absolutely hates when there is dirt under his nails (or anyone else's). He thinks it looks so gross it makes him wanna vomit.

His favorite animal is probably either a bear or fox. He also likes pigs, he thinks the little piglets are so cute.

König is texter not a caller. He'll send his s/o paragraphs of texts instead of small individual ones because he thinks the notifications would be annoying and the last thing he wants to be is annoying (please convince him he's not).

He always plans out conversations in his head. Before going to check-out he's going through a mental rundown of what the total is gonna be, how he's gonna pay and what the cashier is going to say. Being in the military lowkey made this worse. He's always over analyzing conversations because he's afraid of messing up and embarrassing himself.

He likes drama movies and psychological horror. Midsommar is one of his favorite horror movies.

König has stretch marks on his thighs and legs and a little on his stomach. His growth spurt was crazy as a child.

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sirtotallynotatimetraveler · 6 months

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Day 31 - Halloween Dance Party

I hope y'all had a great Halloween. I'm sorry for posting this late, I was pretty busy celebrating Halloween and my sleep schedule is horrible haha.

I'm still hoping to catch up with the last few entries of Pizzatober and maybe I can finally rest for a moment.

Concept sketches of the pizza gang's costumes. First one to guess them all gets a free drawing of anything they like (with exceptions) (nothing too detailed though haha). This includes Mort the chicken.

Edit: Congrats to Jell, who was able to guess them all right!

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gracegootee · 5 months

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A fan edit for @jell-o101 of her comic: “Luigi’s Escape Plan”!

The comic is about what if Luigi escaped Bowser’s prison and my goodness the feels and tears in this comic! It’s a little dark as the story goes but it’s so good!🥺

My poor Lu deserves so many hugs!!🥺💚

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🍄My website

#mario #luigi #super Mario #super Mario bros #super Mario movie #mario movie #the super mario bros movie #Nintendo #illumination #Charlie day #smb

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harpersessentials · 3 months

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HARPERS’ ESSENTIALS - 8th Edition | February 2024

A SIMBLR MAGAZINE DESIGNED TO PROMOTE FREE, LOST AND OLD SIMS 4 CUSTOM CONTENT; WITH IN-MAGAZINE DIRECT LINKS TO DOWNLOAD THE CC PRESENTED.

READ IT BY CLICKING ON THE LINK BELOW (flipbook)

featured cc creators: @mlyssimblr @twisted-cat @simtone @mmoutfitters @stephanine-sims @houseofabsurdities @joshseoh @joliebean @namestowel @dust-bubbles @maushasi @ladysimmer94 @serenity-cc @diosasims @crypticsim @alexaarr @xurbansimsx @its-adrienpastel @tragicsimblr @planet-honey @isjao @boredsimblr @glutenfreesims @oydis @cinemasims @mysteriousdane @kumikya @litttlecakes @rustys-cc @aharris00britney @tamo-sim @bookwormsims @ilkup @bethsims4love @dreambot @jell-o-sims @makesims @llamaloaf @saartje77 @desimny @taty86 @caelhinn @adelarsims @cartonsims @theageofsims @skadisim @trillyke @creamlattedream @pixlmonster @sondescent @glitchsyndrome @nell-le @jny-sims @yooniesim @holosprite

thank you all for your beautiful creations!

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Only direct links to tumblr pages which share no ad/paywall download links in sites/platforms like SimFileShare, Patreon (free), Dropbox, Onedrive, Google Drive, Mega, Mediafire. and TSR

next edition is going to be published in early march 😉 you can send/share cc suggestions, wcif or even your own sims to be models. i’d really love having your feedback about the magazine to improve it in the next edition. many thanks to all. also, if you find something amiss in the magazine, please let me know.

#harpers essentials mag #ts4 download #ts4 lookbook #s4cc #s4mm #ts4cc #ts4mm #maxis match

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suddenly-stickmin · 2 days

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Dawg your art is like so mad delicious, those screenshot edits and lil piece in the art trade? MWUAH! Chefs kiss, 100/10 I'd slurp your art up a straw like Jell-O ngl man. I'd do an art trade if I wasn't so dang low on energy or braincells, dab me up if you ever do tho it'd be nice to draw again. I'm planning on getting my motivation back OUGH. Srry if your inbox is like overflooded man.

Also I will CHERISH THAT APRIL FOOLS ART YOU DID IT MEANT THE WORLD TO ME I FUCKIN EXPLODED WHEN I SAW IT. I ASCENDED.

AWRHG THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN you always drop in and give such nice asks I always appreciate them n reread them a bunch I must let you know....

I'd for sure be down for an art trade! Whenever you're feelin' the art vibes again and you're ready, we can go for it! [Ain't no rush though, take all the time ya need!]

And I'm happy you like that April Fools gift too! It was a whole lotta fun to edit Brutus in.

Speaking of Brutus, here's another little drawing I did of him enjoying some breakfast :]

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #thsc oc #art #ask!#thank you very much again!! i do have a couple more asks you've sent in the past still in my inbox #and even though i havent responded to them yet [ouhguguhgu im so sorry about that sob sob] i wanna say i really do appreciate em #and your hype!#the screenshot edits are always a whole lotta fun to do

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jellazticious · 5 months

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The closest I can have for a cosplay con is PONY TOWN

#jell tells shit #anyway if you go to the bakery and see a manpepper yeah that's me #THE BAKERY OR AT SPAWN OR DOCKS #Cuz like I am in PT right now gjksbkgjsr #edit: I am gone lmao

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silenzahra · 13 days

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My Mario Movie posts 🍄💚❤️✨

Just a quick recap in case anyone missed some of the posts I made for the first anniversary of the Mario Movie and would like to see them all! ✨

Fave scenes & Other characters

Mario

Luigi

Princess Peach

Brotherly love

Hope you don't mind me tagging some of you so you can find all the posts easily in case you'd like to check them all out! 🥰🍄💚❤️✨

@bberetd @itsavee4117 @peaches2217 @vulpixfairy1985 @keakruiser @kelbreyworshipper @pepperycar @elitadream @multicolour-ink @akiiame-blog @jell-o101 @the-brucest-fan @mariobroslover @ratty-atty @doodleydoo101

(In case you've already seen them all or are not interested, you can obviously ignore this post! 💖)

Btw, some months ago I also created this post about the cutest and warmest scene in the whole Mario Movie, specifically the music that plays in it 🤭🥹 Felt like mentioning it just in case you'd like to give it a look! I also posted it on my Instagram account with this edit I made 👇

I love this scene so so much 🥹💚❤️✨

I've posted some Mario Movie stuff on my Instagram account over the last few months, you can check them here (this post), here (Luigi saving Mario) and here (the anniversary!) if you feel like it! 🥰

(Do you guys think I should post my edits on Tumblr too? 🤔 I'm a bit undecided tbh 😅)

Also, real quick, I'd like to add I might also do something more on the 8th, since that was actually the first day I went to see this movie! (April 5th last year was Holy Wednesday and I was watching the processions with my dad 🤭)

That's all, folks! 😁 Hope I didn't bother any of you with the tags and such 😅 I'm so happy to share my love for Super Mario with all of you lovely people! 🥹 And also that this movie exists, it literally changed and saved my life and I will never get tired of fangirling over it 🥹❤️💚✨

#super mario bros #mario movie #mario movie anniversary #super mario movie #first anniversary #the super mario bros movie #the super mario brothers movie #mario movie first anniversary

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yoyo-inspace · 1 year

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Name of Odin attested 150 years earlier than previously thought!

A really cool discovery made by Danish runic and language history researchers from a huge gold treasure which turns out to be the oldest attested mention of the god Odin not only in Scandinavia but in the world.

Two Danish articles that I translated below, but tl;dr summary:

A historical discovery made my Danish archeologist, runic researchers and language history researchers reveals that there's attestations of the old norse god Odin by name about 150 years earlier than previously thought (not just in Scandinavia, in the world). The translation of a runic inscription on a bracteate contains the phrase "he is Odin's man", and the bracteate is dated to the 5th century. This means that at least in Denmark, there is an attested belief in Odin (and most likely the other old norse deities) much earlier than previously thought, but it is generally the oldest attestations to the named deity "Wōd[a]nas" (Odin) thus far discovered (previously oldest attestation was from southern Germany and the 6th century. In Denmark the oldest previous attestation was 8th century bone amulet). The discovery has also opened up new ways of translating runic inscriptions this old, which could help with further research of older texts that have previously been untranslatable.

EDIT: Also English article https://abcnews.go.com/Technology/wireStory/oldest-reference-norse-god-odin-found-denmark-treasure-97704339

Translation and Danish articles below, which also has images.

https://www.dr.dk/nyheder/indland/guldfund-afsloerer-danskerne-troede-paa-odin-thor-og-loke-langt-tidligere-end-foerst?fbclid=IwAR0x2RkzqvGCVn87f_W5gBMcp9B8jbCWEiXV-JX2j4ZmOvRh_1XEWJ9hOkU

Gold find reveals: The Danes believed in Odin, Thor and Loki much earlier than first thought

Runes on a huge gold treasure from Jelling show that Odin is mentioned 150 years earlier than has been seen before. The discovery shakes the whole of Norse mythology.

When the two amateur archeologists Jørgen Antonsen and Ole Schytz made the spectacular gold find in a field near Jelling almost two years ago, they also greatly shook our knowledge of Norse mythology. It turns out that one of the gold pieces contains the world's first attestation by name of the Norse god Odin. The so-called Vindelev treasure was previously described as the most spectacular runic find since the golden horns. But the name of the god gives this one an extra edge: - It is the first time in world history that Odin's name is mentioned, and it takes Nordic mythology all the way back to the beginning of the 5th century. That makes the Vindelev find even more spectacular, says script researcher Lisbeth Imer from the National Museum. According to the researchers, this means that the gods we know from Norse mythology were already known at the beginning of the 4th century, which is 150 years earlier than previously proven.

The discovery was made after the researchers spent quite some time trying to decipher the runes and carvings on the 22 gold objects with a weight of around 800 grams, so-called bracteate. On one of the bracteates the sentence 'He is Odin's man' is included and refers to the bracteate's portrait of an unknown king or “great man”. And it is this sentence that shows that the belief in the Nordic gods was real, earlier than people have believed until now. However, deciphering exactly what the runes actually meant has not been an easy task.

“The runic inscription has been the most difficult to interpret in my 20 years as a runologist at the National Museum, but the discovery is also absolutely fantastic,” explains Lisbeth Imer.

According to the researchers, the discoveries are important because they contribute to Danish history being rewritten.

“I have not seen such well-executed runes and such a long text on a Danish find from this period since the golden horns,” says Lisbeth Imer. “It could become a key to understanding other prehistoric runic inscriptions that we have not been able to read so far.

Krister Vasshus, who specializes in ancient language history in Scandinavia, is also pleased with the new finds. “We have found the proof in black and white, and it is a huge discovery. I can't put my arms down in pure ecstasy,” he says. According to the researcher, it is very rare that researchers even get the opportunity to examine similar material. “This type of inscription is extremely rare, we find one perhaps every 50 years, and this time it has turned out to be world history,” explains Krister Vasshus.

The Brakteaten is currently on display at the National Museum.

https://videnskab.dk/forskerzonen/kultur-samfund/verdens-aeldste-odin-fundet-i-vindelev?fbclid=IwAR366iLS8MWtkeWTrrqlIbMxygGlZ-tAWG9FJXFsqDRIabHh3o5LgMphBzo

The world's oldest Odin found in Vindelev

Ancient gold medallions found by amateur archaeologists turn out to be the oldest examples of the god Odin's name in the entire world.

In December 2020, two old friends and amateur archaeologists go for a walk with a detector in a field in Jelling. Little did they know that with the findings from this trip they were writing the history of Denmark - and gave us the most difficult task we have ever faced as runologists and language experts respectively. The Vindelev treasure, as the find has been called, with its 800 grams of real gold, is one of the largest gold treasures found here in recent times. It fascinates not only because of the red ancient gold, but also because of the bracteates - i.e. gold medallions - with runes found in the treasure. They write the history of Denmark.

100 years older than the earliest find so far Two of the bracteates have some very long inscriptions in which the name of the supreme god of the Æsir, Odin, appears. The bracteates are dated to the fifth century and are thus the oldest examples of the god Odin's name in the whole world - at least for now. The oldest inscription previously in which the god Odin appears is from the southern German area. At a large burial ground near Nordendorf, the god's name was found scratched on the back of a suit buckle dating to the second half of the 6th century. In Denmark, we have to go back to the first half of the 8th century, i.e. on the threshold of the Viking Age, before we have Odin's name represented on a piece of a human skull from Ribe. Here, Odin is invoked as one of three gods who will help the owner of the amulet from illness. Odin's name is a well-known runic inscription from all over the world and is found, among other things, in a number of continental and Old English written sources, for example 'Origin of the Langobards', 'Sächsisches Taufgelöbnis' (the Old Saxon baptismal vow) and 'Nigon Wyrta Galdor' (The formula of the nine herbs). In this article, we will talk about why the Vindelev treasure is completely unique, and why the runic inscriptions on the old bracteaters have been one of the most difficult tasks for us.

Gold pendants Excavations carried out by the Vejlemuseerne showed that in the area where the treasure was found, there had been a farm consisting of several longhouses and fences. The treasure therefore presumably belonged to the local magnate or king, who buried it inside the house or near the house. In the 5th and 6th centuries, rich magnates or minor kings used gold pendants to show off their status and wealth. The motif on these pendants, called bracteate, was inspired by the Roman imperial medallions. Many bracteates show a male person seen in profile, possibly in the company of a four-legged animal, which is probably a horse.

Is it Odin? For many years, researchers have debated whether the people depicted on the bracteates are the god Odin, or whether they are kings, princes or magnates. The runic inscriptions on the Vindelev bracteates mostly indicate the latter. Perhaps bracteates were given away to important alliances. Saxo Grammaticus writes about the legendary king Frode that he had a gold necklace that could be used as a reward. This chain was composed of different links, which alternated with images of kings. Such chains with bracteates have been found in several places in Denmark.

Long runic inscription with the name Odin One of the bracteates from Vindelev is very special and very valuable for research. It has a long runic inscription which is particularly well-formed and which makes linguistic sense. The inscription runs in a circle around the motif of the bracteate, which shows the face of a king seen in profile and with a nice hairstyle. In front of the face is a swastika and a semicircle - perhaps symbolizing the sun and the moon. Below the face stands a four-legged animal, probably a horse, with a marked harness and something sticking out of its mouth. The horse's ear points towards the king's open mouth.

Erased and written out in one go Although the runes are very well formed and immediately easy to read, we have problems understanding the text. This is due, firstly, to the fact that the bracteate is very worn, so that the runes in important places are almost completely gone. Secondly, the inscription is written out in one go. That is, there is no pause between words, nor are there any signs showing where one word ends and the next begins. In addition, the language on the bracteate is more than 1,500 years old.

On the trail of a hunter The first part of the text of the bracteate is particularly difficult, because there are partly words we do not know from other sources, partly words which do not seem to fit with the developments in the history of the language. The inscription possibly begins with the word hostiōz, which can mean 'sacrificial animal' (in the plural). In that case, it is a Latin loanword, which would mean that the word hostia was borrowed from Latin and embedded in the Old Norse language. In the long sequence that follows, there is probably a declaration that someone is helping a hunt or a hunter. We may also encounter a personal or nickname Jaga, which may even have been perceived as a pun on the verb 'to hunt' (“at jage”).

A king's locket? We are most certain of the last part of the inscription. It says iz Wōd[a]nas weraz, which can be translated as 'he is Odin's man'. But who is this man of Odin? It must be the hunter who may have had the (nick)name Jaga. And who is the hunter or Jaga? We know that Saxo calls the images on bracteates kings, and we know that the bracteates imitate Roman emperor depictions. We must therefore interpret the inscription as a presentation of the depicted person, who is the king. The king is referred to as Odin's man, which points to his divine legitimacy, and perhaps also tells us that he is the supreme cult leader of that society.

Another Odin inscription in Vindelev The long inscription appears to have been copied on one of the other bracteates, but in a much more poorly executed reproduction. This bracteate also shows a king seen from the side with a nice hairstyle above a horse with its ear pointing towards the king's mouth. In front of the face are the same symbols as on the first bracteate and in addition three dots which perhaps symbolize the stars. The inscription runs in a circle around the motif, and some of the characters are clearly runes, while others just look like or are blurred long lines. It seems that whoever made the inscription in the matrix did not fully understand the text, but copied the appearance of the characters as best they could.

Is there perhaps a holy text with the same meaning? The meaning of the inscription has clearly been the same as on the first bracteate, but there is a detail which means that it cannot be interpreted as a direct copy of the first: the name Odin is spelled in a different way, and also it appears that the scribe has exchanged two runes. Where he actually wanted to write woþanas, he has written þowa(nas). The two runes, which represent the sounds /w/ and /þ/, are almost identical, which makes them easy to confuse - especially when the runes are only 2mm high. This means that there once existed a third inscription with the same content as on the two bracteate. It must have been a very important and perhaps sacred text that many have been interested in copying. There could be many good reasons for being filled by Odin's power and magical abilities as a king.

The solution to an old riddle The long and complete inscription on the bracteate from Vindelev is the key to a number of unsolved riddles in the Iron Age. It shows that Odin is a very old deity, who was already known in the 5th century, and that the images of the bracteates should rather be interpreted as kings than as the god himself. And so it is the key to understanding how illegible bracteate inscriptions originally made sense.

A funny detail is also that the bracteate with the poorly executed text from Vindelev has a stamp-identical twin from Bolbro on the outskirts of Odense, made with the same pattern. The Bolbro bracteate was found in 1852 and has since then been in the National Museum's collections. There has thus been an ancient Odin inscription in the National Museum's exhibitions for the past 170 years - but no one knew that until the Vindelev treasure was found. Lisbeth M. Imer and Krister S. K. Vasshus will publish a scientific article about the runic bracteates from Vindelev in the international journal NOWELE (North-Western European Language Evolution), which will be published in April-May 2023. The Vindelev treasure can be seen in the National Museum's Danish exhibition 'The Hunt of Danish history' for the rest of 2023. The Bolbro bracteate is part of the permanent exhibition at the National Museum.

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