#liveact

[ultimateravehub]

[deathlace]

             @liveact asked: " stop fussing -- this isn't my blood. "                            Blood Related Prompts - Accepting

             The odor was an attack on the senses, pungent, metallic and almost thick enough to be tasted in the back of her throat. At times it was difficult- to tell the difference between if it was his blood, or the blood of foolish victims that dared to stand in his way. More often than not, it was the latter, what she’d come to learn in the time she’d spent at his side. How some days the man seemed almost invincible, an act, an aura of being bothered by things few and far between. Nerves of steel, like something straight out of the old western films her father had always played- all steely gaze and unwavering, a quick trigger finger to boot. To think, how many lives had he taken over the years, the numbers surpassing anything she could even begin to imagine. Yet to him? It came like breathing, in a world where you had to kill to survive- a few nameless faces were surely nothing in his mind- hardly even a second thought. Why the insults came easy, prodding them with words to get under their skin, giving him an excuse to shoot first when they’d go for their guns– peace of mind in knowing he was doing it out of self defense, or maybe there was no thought to it at all. Muscle memory, a quick flick from the wrist, heads and limbs blown away with each bullet fired.

             Amazing, yet horrifying all the same. How she could recall the same wide eyed, frozen fear she’d experienced the first day she’d laid eyes on him. His laughter haunting, even as he watched the bodies fall- a similar instance to that day, trading bullets- yet taking some all the same. Walking them off as if they were hardly more than a scratch, letting the lead pierce his skin in exchange for giving her cover from a stray bullet that would pass by. The only chance the strangers would get, before they were left in pieces against the wall, sprayed across the floor, blood and gore painting a grisly scene as the smoke would burn fresh from his barrel.

             How could she not fret over him? When his gaze would finally settle upon her, once the bodies began to grow cold, the sound of his breathing the only thing she could focus on, looking for a moment of peace in his eyes. Ignoring the crimson that painted his clothes- his face- rolled down his cheeks like blackened tears- that which speckled her features as well, standing so close to the carnage around them. Strange how fear made time slow down, everything so vivid and clear– and how he stood, like a beacon of light in the midst of chaos, reminding her to keep her head- fight- survive. 

             They needed each other, as much as he would never bring himself to admit it- she wouldn’t stop caring for him- even if he detested the attention she’d give. How she’d seen the bullet strike him in the shoulder, that flinch as lead would meet skin, knowing he played off wounds for the sake of staying strong- the untouchable cowboy act- but not even he was safe from death. So close to his heart, her hands were quick to move to his chest, feeling for the hole that pierced tattered leather. Trembling, her breath matched the unsteady waiver of her hands, not knowing where to start, or what to do, her mind running a mile a minute as she’d fumble over her thoughts. 

" stop fussing -- this isn't my blood. " 

             “I know- I know– but I saw- you got hit.” Guilt would rise like bile in the back of her throat, constricting the air in her lungs, that fear pricking hot in her eyes as she’d reach for his face, thumbs trying to swipe clean the streaks of blood as she’d find comfort in his gaze. Despite it all, the way he acted, the things he’d say– he was still human under there, and not one she planned on losing anytime soon. “--And it’s because you were trying to protect me– it’s my fault you-” got shot- could have died- were hurt in the first place? The words caught on her tongue, the tension in her jaw clear as she tried to calm her breathing, knowing tears wouldn’t save her in the wasteland- he needed her steady, focused, ready to do what was needed to survive. “Let me help you— at least let me look at it, make sure it’s clean- I’m not about to let you sit with decaying teeth in your body, or whatever else they might have tried to kill you with. We’re in this together now, so I won’t take no for an answer, got it?”

[pavor-noctvrnvs]

ᴍᴜꜱʟɪᴍɢᴀᴜᴢᴇ - ᴍᴏʀᴛ ᴀᴜx ᴠᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ

[torssi]

Le v kup, le v kup

Uboga gmajna

Hejaaa, Hejoo

Pripravljam pa techno verzijo Zdravljice v anglescini, ki bo se korak naprej od #carbonsteel himne. Prevedla sem jo pa takole:

The Toast for Peace

Let all the nations that long for peace Unite

Under the same sky we thrive

Where the sun shines bright

let our hearts unite

against wars around

May our sisters and brothers be free

in peace and happiness

Around our home planet

Called the Earth

France Presern (1847) ?

Freestyle Translation: Alja Knez

2024-05-08

[clu3io]

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Trinity, Bass Techno release proudly presents a stellar collection of high-quality tracks, produced by Laylae to perfect your latest bass techno mix. Inspired by the sounds of artists such as Exium, Das and Quartz. The label Robotic, this liveact album promises to propel your music to new heights. Set at a steady tempo of 136 BPM, the tracks are tailored for bass techno enthusiasts and also cater to various sub-genres within the techno spectrum.

Alja Knez is an electronic music producer, Dj and Liveact from Ljubljana, Slovenia. Her sound can be described as a bass and breaks driven techno, laced with futuristic soundscapes and progressive characteristics.

With releases on Robotic and Coalition Records, Laylae’s productions exhibit her driving techno influences blended with a newfound inspiration for basstechno and breakstechno.

Apart from being the label manager at Clubio, she has been a DJ for 15 years and having played at multiple of the Europe’s venues, her sets showcase her diverse music collection, carefully curated and adaptive to uplifting the crowd on the dancefloor.

With releases on labels like Let's Techno, Basic Avenue, Techno Vinyls, Data Tech and Tehnopolis, she is leaving her mark at festivals like Exit and underground clubs in Berlin like Mensch Meier. She is resident host at Digitally Imported with I'm not a Robot, Naked and Tors radio show.

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[hardfloor]

**Hardfloor live stream from Golzheim Düsseldorf**

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[spudart]

Activity by emon.vq https://flic.kr/p/27MfY4p Working with the twigs At Fine art faculty, Dhaka university May 28-30, 2018

[maudebrunod]

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