#vulms

[the-evil-pizza]

she should be doing this TO ME

[foxships]

✨

I'm thinking about Misa, so I'm gonna talk about DN!Sanura!

✨️ DN!Sanura got her Death Note when she was about 21. She didn't actually use it for a while since, like Light, she didn't believe it actually had the power to kill until she tested it out. She was scared, yet she wasn't scared of the shinigami that appeared before her. Nah, that was AWESOME.

[lesbianraskolnikov]

me grabbing a volume cover to put in my serious post: hold on let me tweak this real quick

[asweetprologue]

i’m such a sucker for 1 it’s just such a good trope

a CLASSIC i’m also a huge fan of this one, thank you for the prompt! I tried to keep it rated T, since I don’t know if you’re looking for anything more than that, so I hope you enjoy it! <3

1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

Jaskier is always a little glad when the people in the town they’re staying in are after him and not Geralt.

It usually ends up with them in the same basic place - out in the cold, possibly sans some belongings, breathless from running - but there’s something relieving about being kicked out because Jaskier has a reputation rather than because people think Geralt is a monster. It’s more of a kick to his pride, of course, but he’d take that over the hurt look that steals into Geralt’s eyes when people hiss mutant any day.

This time it’s a little more serious than normal, though still better than the grab-your-torch-and-pitchfork treatment that they sometimes receive. Jaskier walks into the tavern, takes one look around, and immediately meets the eyes of a man he recognizes from several Redenian intelligence dossiers. Sharp chin, dark eyes, slicked back hair, distinct scar across the bridge of his nose. A Nilfgaardian spy by the name of Vulmed Dorn. It takes less than half a second to note that the man has also recognized him, and for Jaskier to decide that maybe this town isn’t, actually, going to be the most friendly to them. By the way Dorn immediately rises to his feet and shouts out something about Jaskier being a sorcerer - really, it’s much too easy to get these people riled up - it’s clear that he’s been here long enough for the townsfolk to trust him. At least well enough to want to turn on Jaskier.

He turns on his heel in the doorway, grabbing Geralt’s wrist, and starts running.

They’d stabled Roach, and he curses their foresight as he rushes through the streets. They can’t leave until they get her, and they’re laden down with their bags and supplies they’d wanted to carry up to their room. Jaskier laments the lost night spent in a real bed as he turns down the main street, heading in the direction of the stables.

Geralt is jogging smoothly alongside him, looking exasperated. “Jaskier, tell me you didn’t sleep with someone’s wife in a town we haven’t even been to,” he sighs, not even winded from the brisk pace. “They’re following us.”

Jaskier huffs, picking up speed. “This isn’t some cuckolded husband,” he snaps. He can’t see Geralt’s face, too preoccupied by watching his footing in the dim evening light, but he can hear the barely suppressed not this time in Geralt’s snort. “He’s Nilfgaardian intelligence.”

Whatever Geralt had been expecting, that’s clearly not it. “He didn’t even see me,” he says, sounding confused. Jaskier can hear the sound of their pursuers now, coming from the direction of the inn. The mob will turn onto the same street they’re running down any second now. They need to get off of the main road.

“No, but he saw me,” Jaskier pants. He grabs Geralt by the wrist again, knowing that the witcher allowed himself to be moved. He hurries them down a side street, just as the torchlight pours onto the road they’d just been following. The street they’re on is too exposed still, and Jaskier turns down another, and then another again, this one barely a sliver of space between two houses. It’s steeped in shadow, the walls of the buildings blocking the last bits of daylight that slip over the horizon in the west. He shoves Geralt in first and squeezes in after him, tucking them both into the darkest area.

Geralt grunts as Jaskier trips into the alley, warm hands coming up to steady him as they both pause, listening. The sounds of the search party in the main street are barely legible to Jaskier, but Geralt could probably hear them crystal clear. “How would he know you?” Geralt asks, voice dipped low. Jaskier blinks at him, and then raises a hand between them - a feat in the narrow space - to point to his own chest.

“I’m Redanian intelligence,” he says.

“Oh,” Geralt replies, his head tilting slightly to the side. Jaskier can hardly make out any of his features in the dark, just the glint of his golden eyes and the line of his nose where a swatch of moonlight falls into their hiding place. “I didn’t know that.”

“Well,” Jaskier stifles a laugh, “I’m retired.”

Geralt has no response to that, just shaking his head on an amused exhale. They stand in silence for a few long moments, Geralt listening to whatever commotion is going on in the main square. It’s quiet around them, the air warm and thick with lingering summer heat, and Jaskier realizes abruptly that they’re standing awfully close. The alleyway truly is cramped, and Geralt is standing with both shoulders pressed up against the wall, Jaskier slotted at his side. Their shoulders brush on every inhale, left to left. Jaskier can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and he hopes that Geralt will write it off as adrenalin.

He wants to put some distance between them, to prevent the feeling that’s rising in him from bubbling to the surface, but he can’t. To either side of them the shadows fade into crisp moonlight; if he steps away he’ll be significantly more exposed. He doesn’t know what the crowd will do if they get their hands on him, but he guesses it will involve some kind of deal with Nilfgaard. Not something he’s interested in. So he swallows around the knot of anxiety rising in his throat, and forces himself to press his hands back against the cool brick wall behind him. He watches the end of the alleyway, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“I think they’re heading back to the inn,” Geralt rumbles. “We can--”

Jaskier turns back to look at him at the same moment that Geralt lowers his gaze, and their eyes catch. They’re so close, too close, noses nearly brushing, and Jaskier’s breath hitches in his throat. Whatever Geralt had been about to say dies. They’re so close together, and Jaskier feels like he’s going to burn up with it.

They stand frozen like that for what feels like hours, mob forgotten, Jaskier digging his fingers into the brickwork to keep himself from reaching out. Geralt’s right hand comes up towards his waist, but doesn’t make contact. It feels like the air between them is suddenly humming with tension, adrenalin bleeding into something else entirely. Jaskier’s never felt like the thing between them was so close to breaking.

When Geralt speaks, his breath ghosts against Jaskier’s lips, and he can’t help the full body shudder that wracks through him. “We should probably go get Roach,” Geralt says softly.

Jaskier nods, swallowing heavily, and forces himself not to look for Geralt’s lips in the darkness. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was a spy,” he breathes, an apology for the entire situation.

“That’s okay,” Geralt replies easily, and Jaskier doesn’t know which of them moves but suddenly lips are on his and they’re kissing. Geralt pushes him back against the wall and Jaskier’s hands fly up to clutch at the straps of his armor, and he gasps when Geralt’s tongue sweeps along his lip. It’s instantly filthy, and it’s delicious. Jaskier raises one hand to fist in Geralt’s hair, and the groan he gets in answer, pressed directly into his mouth, is enough to make him weak at the knees. He never wants to stop, want to let Geralt keep kissing him forever, if only--

Geralt breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. He does sound out of breath now, panting against Jaskier’s face, and he feels unreasonably proud of that. “They’re going to come back around,” Geralt says, and Jaskier knows he’s right. They have a narrow window. He curses every god he can remember the name of.

“Alright,” he sighs, pulling away with more reluctance that he would have thought himself capable of overcoming. He feels suddenly nervous, even with his lips still tingling from where Geralt had bitten him lightly. Maybe this was just a one time thing, and when they get out of here Geralt won’t want to push it any further. A tense situation and close quarters could rile anyone up. Resigned, he turns towards the mouth of the alley. “Let’s go then.”

A hand on his wrist stops him, and he looks back towards Geralt only to be greeted by a brief, chaste press of lips to his own. Geralt’s bright eyes are intense as he holds Jaskier in place, imploring. “Later,” is all he says, and Jaskier feels hope swell in his chest, all consuming.

“Later,” he agrees, feeling a grin stretching his cheeks even as he steps back out of the alley and into danger once again. “I’ll hold you to that, witcher.”

[shannadreamgoddess]

When you're a woman of naught but 3 inches then every field and forest becomes a new frontier.

Beyond the forest, far from the Makannia and Vulm and L'Ties, a field stretcges before Vassa. Lands here are mostly untouched by micro boots. Could there be more giants? More micro settlements?

Finding out requires that first step out towards the horizon.

[poisonbat]

dophno and vulme

[saschagemruler]

IKRKEKEKFIDIRJE I UMMUTED IT AND MY SPEAKER WAS AT FULL VULME FUCK

Out of Touch

[444names]

pokemon + german towns

Achen Aerg Aeruna Aggrow Alduos Ande Ansteim Arand Arboch Aroisen Arzen Arzowth Avacle Axegirch Aßfurt Bach Bacheim Badbrow Bastade Batchhof Batz Baus Beld Berg Bern Beros Biedlen Bisch Bismeni Blauen Blee Blen Bliegen Blucheim Blup Boin Borf Braussen Bravierg Breim Brelow Bren Bresdorg Brien Brun Brunichr Brühlen Brüm Bursearg Bönwand Büch Bück Callin Cassen Catmorf Chesch Chtligen Clectior Clen Cobesch Cochil Cock Cold Colkaven Crastadt Crede Cretau Cruchi Dachtal Delheld Denhof Dillde Dorf Dostarf Dradt Drand Drat Drauen Drenhen Drin Dusenda Dömburg Eberg Eburg Eburos Eheisch Eilach Elnbadt Eloh Emetorg Emmeitz Epach Ergste Erhünde Eschin Esen Fard Felburud Feldorf Finzonch Flayroch Forsle Free Fremeck Friben Frich Frincard Froh Fropau Froß Füree Gadt Galleim Galzherg Garsedt Gask Gassel Geass Genbern Genbütte Genfen Gerg Gisch Glaburg Glaus Gliclau Glinamon Glitz Golcat Golfen Gont Gora Gorthen Greim Greisch Gringen Grobon Groch Grolch Grom Gron Gronbe Gräsch Grückow Grüden Grüel Görts Günz Hage Haikau Harceon Harsterg Hausen Heickar Heiloher Heim Heingen Heinnee Heloerg Herbador Hesh Heutend Hierg Hiosen Hoff Hofha Holberg Hoomburg Hoyamar Hürn Hütz Idor Ilend Ingen Jesh Jigsfen Jirch Johau Johrow Kastarkt Kenberg Kirmer Kiroden Klinge Klon Kott Kraten Kronny Kropsyk Krothein Kusburg Köbelin Köberns Köbletra Köneuk Lachr Ladt Lalls Lankir Lanneup Lansheck Lasseld Lastan Lauen Laurg Laus Leclinke Leon Lignerg Linstena Lopoh Lowl Lychka Lyga Löben Löneuen Löweide Lößning Lübburg Lüss Magen Malz Mand Marsburg Medt Meim Mejr Meld Meley Mellau Meonplum Merburg Mern Minge Mitt Mittgau Mitz Moltein Mott Myle Märnburg Möleon Möll Mülfing Münch Münchl Münzen Neberg Nech Neelpirn Neld Nerg Newolga Niadt Nictry Nide Nien Nitzsch Noonach Norgen Noruff Novern Nörf Oberg Obersta Obeuer Obiburg Oeber Oerburg Olen Olfellen Olin Opurg Orde Orilede Orsthau Osen Oslen Oswadt Otterg Ottloy Palt Paltess Palza Panbern Papigho Pasen Passen Peln Petten Pforo Pfurt Pladt Plocken Preckeme Prichn Prik Prio Pupfur Quen Quin Radt Raff Raffa Rakus Rane Rasheid Ratz Raven Ravill Reck Reim Rhagee Rhenberg Rhenorf Rhock Rhohn Rhydasna Rich Riedt Ritt Ritz Roarvia Rocha Rodreuck Roirouiz Rong Ronn Runglim Rusen Röderch Röderre Röther Sald Sanz Scharier Scheick Scheider Schen Schinden Schl Scho Schom Schritz Schros Scht Schwald Schwerg Schyen Sconteim Seerg Selsen Senhat Sheim Sherg Shof Sied Sineping Sins Skitadt Slisch Slogen Smuklen Snyteinx Soltou Spau Spekthen Stadtinz Stal Stalau Stann Stapois Steid Steim Steinger Steldew Steox Sterb Stersch Swabé Südig Tede Tenber Terkin Theim Tichen Tochöpen Tolgauzz Tommey Toutre Trach Tren Trenberg Trenth Trie Trusten Urtown Valang Velheite Velstad Venkeden Verg Viester Vigonau Vildorf Ving Vitzen Vorn Vull Vulm Vusekant Vörd Vörsten Wadt Wagol Walchön Wald Wall Walp Wang Wasser Weden Weide Weim Weinburg Weis Werie Weslum Wiez Wipeim Woon Woopterg Woorf Worietz Wurg Wusen Wynx Xegigg Zerg Zignesta Zummis Zwerf Zwieck Zwitz

[paralauragram]

Laura: a sixteen year hair journey https://www.instagram.com/p/CjrWzP-vUlm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[foxships]

Diversity win! The new Kira is a non-binary lesbian!

(she's also dating Misa! 💖)

This turned out better than I expected, honestly. I'm still trying to decide on what to name her shinigami. Maybe something like Vulm. Or maybe Null. Idk.

Also, in case you're wondering, the shinigami's fur only covers her neck and down their back, along their spine. The rest of her body appears hairless, but is covered in very small, fine hairs, similar to a Sphynx cat.

And Misa totally did Sanura's makeup (because Sanura is kinda garbage at applying it themself)

(both my s/i and her shinigami use she/they pronouns!)

[kodimlihadis]

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[briantkalalo]

It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ #hiking #hikerofinstagram #naturelover #wonderfulindonesia #wonderfulview #mountainview #backpackerindonesia #exploreindonesia #pendaki #myjourney #myadvanture #traveller #jawatengah #gunungsumbing #campinglife #hikelife #alps #natgeotravel (at Mount Sumbing) https://www.instagram.com/p/CT2GrZ-vULM/?utm_medium=tumblr

[raza2nice-blog]

How to upload covid certificate on VULMS. How to upload COVID 19 vaccine...

[justinenoch]

guestmix31: Faithful w/ Naris Vulme and RA CHILD (benska mix) [broadcast on ma3azef.live]