#limpe fuchs

[garadinervi]

Limpe Fuchs & Mark Fell, Dessogia / Queetch / Fauch, (Black Truffle 125 Vinyl 3xLP, Digital album), BT125, Black Truffle, 2024

Artwork, Design: Birgit Nadengast, Limpe Fuchs, Mark Fell Design (Layout): Lasse Marhaug Photography: Anna Dengscherz

(on the way of Joe Gilmore)

[dialoogid]

Anima-Sound - Musik für alle (1971)

[narizentupidocartazes]

[2021] 10 de Junho | Limpe Fuchs | Vudunvum Vadavã | Camila Vale [filme] | SMUP - Parede

Colaboração [Nariz Entupido | Frisom | Sonoscopia]

Cartaz [Von Calhau!]

[odysseywritings]

Come and See

@flashfictionfridayofficial

6/6/2006.

Two figures dug deep into the seedier end of the internet to find demons luring humans into being sacrificed for more power in the material world. A web page circulated in steady traffic networks to avoid federal and anonymous detection. With purple writing in a black background, yet looking closer revealed wallpaper of various demons like Baphomet, it detailed a party for "exclusively the misunderstood and brilliant souls in an age of materialism and decadence."

The signature was gibberish to normal eyes, but the symbols were coded coordinates, specifically to rural Indiana. The intrepid trackers, Fuchs and Nash, have trekked to the destination and raced to arrive before it's too late.

The ride to Indiana felt quaint and peaceful with a blue sky and a sea of corn, making the two calmer for a while, taking in some nature for their nerves. They kept their pace as they noticed corn stalks growing larger and taller, extending almost twice as high, with some limping at the end. More of these followed on both sides like a tunnel and maze.

The darkness of the crops blocking the sunlight grew until it seemed like night. They didn't want to use the headlights this early but it seemed to only get blacker. The lights shined only to dim with a droning powered down sound.

They looked at each other for a moment before heading on to the path. The dark trail had an exit and they sped up with enough visibility. Once there, they saw the house under a swirling orange and black sky. The house looked purple and contorted outward with flashing lights in a window. They found their spot and stopped, discussing what to do next.

[dustedandsocial]

Dusted&Social EP #31 (5-16-25)

Pictured: David Thomas (RIP!)

Pere Ubu - Heaven James Massiah - Hot Winter (Dreaming About Being Closer) WINO-E - cc Charlotte Leclerc - Entre les bambous Elkotsh - Mwlid Elgorn. Das Kinn - Ruinenkampf SZLAUCH - szybki zenon Kilbourne - Sugarbee Festa del Perdono - Galactic Jazz Night I Elizabeth Davis - Do Me This Thing Everything Is Psychedelic feat. Julia Louise Knifefist - I Beg Your Pardon BIG GAINER - Wertlose Anerkennung Perverts Again - Killer in the Metroparks RWETES - NIENAWIDZĘ CIĘ Cardevore - La Nana De La Decadencia Barroqa satin 2000 - Le sablier de la vie coule Claudia Khachan & Ziad Moukarzel - Feel Me Ayarwhaska - Tres Gallos Late Nite Men's Hour - A1 (from Orrienteering CS) Helen Infam - Les Orties Bromp Treb - The Last Genital Mert Seger - Heiter Leyden Jars - Danger of Inaction Nick Barbeln - EDGE OF THE EVENING Nina Harker - Hin und her Limpe Fuchs - Alloa Überspannung - Hungerstein ZAHEER GULAMHUSEIN - HELIOS HYMN (DREAM SONG) panoptique - Trap Trap Trap Hannya White - Run, with me Oksel Dief - Gravy! Saufknast - Hölle DESTRUXION AMERICA - NACIDOS DE LA VIOLENCIA KILOFF - Pjotrek Kaleidoscope - Utopia Sopraterra - Unglued Senyawa - Istana (Versi Balada) Tiny Doris - Dreiunddreissig Radio Hito - Impro On Philicorda Natalie Beridze - Minute portion of matter Kou - Blue Moon Målgrupp - Perrong astrograph - iron wrought |grens| - de manifestatie van de andere kamer Amateur Hour - Heaven Waits For No One Sivat Selim & Miss Mårble - Nuit Étrage MERULA - DAGS ATT SOVA ana reme - feening Raoul van Herpen - Unexpected Response Billy Woods feat. Al.Divino - Maquiladoras Pharoah Sanders - Izipho Zam [Extract]

Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/dustedandsocial/dustedsocial-ep-31-5-16-25/

[titanicfreija]

Second Resurrection

"So what are these things?" Freija asked, creeping around the rocks and trying to see without being seen.

"Scorn. Dead and reanimated Fallen."

"Dead and reanimated.... Like me?"

"You remember when you asked if you were a zombie and I said no? And then you asked what a zombie actually is? And I said the difference was having a self?"

"You took a long time to say, 'no, these are zombies.'"

"I wasn't sure if you remembered. That was days ago."

The crash of a censer and the gasp of fire spilling over the New Light interrupted further conversation, and she scrambled away, lifting her hand cannon to fire blindly. "Shit!"

Two blaster shots in the chest turned her to the right. "Ow, ow," she reported. Another quick turn and she saw the raider before its torch slammed into her helmet. She pushed through it and ran, then forced Light into her fist and hit the next one. The fire flooded her body and felt good, and she heard dying screams, felt a rush of warmth when the flames took them down, but then a huge bolt of energy hit like a sparrow into her lower side.

"Radar!" Ghost reminded her, and she glanced long enough to see that she was surrounded. She scrambled around the rock formation, desperate for somewhere to hide.

"You're going to have to--"

"I'm trying to get--"

Another shot broke through the plate on Freija's side and punched into her ribs. She scrambled up the rocks, boots and gloves sliding on the crystals. "Fuck!"

"You're doing great, you're almost under some good cover!" The Ghost marked the Guardian's visual.

The Titan tried her best to keep cover as she made her way over, but another sniper shot entered her back and punched into her lungs. She lashed back and tried to gasp, only choking on blood, and she fell to her hands and knees.

"It's okay, Freija," the Ghost promised. "I'll get you back up and we can try again."

"Fuch," the Titan burbled, collapsing amongst the terrain. "Ow."

"It's okay. You're dying. It'll just be a minute."

"Hurss," the Titan whimpered shortly before her body fell completely limp.

~

"Guardian?"

Freija gasped and flailed with an arm that wouldn't quite do what she wanted, and she tried to get up, succeeding only in rolling over.

"Oh, no."

Only one scorn came to look, but one did, and as soon as it saw her, it raised its torch and stormed at her with a shriek.

Freija could only just roll again, which saved her once but the second swing saw the torch put a huge gouge in the helmet. Half the visuals warped and blinked, making the other half practically useless.

"Shotgun!"

She pulled the shotgun and missed the blast under its arm. It hit her head again and this time broke through. She struggled to get the gun aimed right before it landed a skull-cracking swing.

~

The second (technically third) resurrection saw the Guardian lying flat on her back amongst rocks and rubble and not much else.

Lifting her head slowly, Freija saw nothing. Heard nothing.

Feeling slowly returned to her limbs, prickling then cold. She tried to move a hand, lift her arm, but the best she could do was a stiff flop.

"I've heard about this," the Ghost said from over her head. "It's not supposed to stay this way, I forgot because I've never seen it before, but you being new, you'll struggle at first."

"....Hh.. whu... what?" Freija struggled to speak at all, let alone string thoughts together. Her mouth moved like it was full of something. (It was--her tongue wasn't doing its job either.)

"You'll be okay. It'll wear off," the Ghost promised.

"That really sucked." Freija looked to her Ghost with a subtle shake in her lip, and she rolled to her elbows to sit up.

"Yeah."

"I didn't know where to go," she remembered, looking for the intended cover. (She didn't quite get there.)

"It's okay. We'll learn together." The Ghost moved close, right next to the restored chest plate.

The Guardian removed her helmet and looked to the Ghost with wide, pained eyes and pressed lips. "I just got killed," she whispered.

"Twice," the Ghost agreed. "Then I resurrected you twice. The second and third of your life. Death isn't really something you'll need to worry about directly. Not here, anyway. We can talk more about it later."

"That kinda hurt. A lot." As she slowly gathered herself, the Guardian wriggled her fingers at herself and tested the rest of her body.

"Are you okay?"

"... Yeah," she eventually murmured, but her face strained for several seconds. "Ow."

"Does it still hurt?"

"I just got beaten to death!" cried the Guardian.

"Yes, but does it still hurt?" the Ghost pressed. "If there's physical damage, I can fix it. If there's not, then we can figure out what's next."

The Guardian took more careful stock of herself but couldn't identify any real pain....

"It feels like I should be hurt," the Titan eventually conceded.

"But you're not?"

"No."

"Then it's fine! We'll keep learning! It'll be easy one day, we'll come back in a few years and you'll remember how hard and scary this was and you'll laugh."

The Guardian creased her brow at the Ghost, who swayed nervously. "I hope so."

[ozkar-krapo]

Limpe FUCHS & Gerard HERMAN

"Ghent, October 2010"

(cassette. Kraak. 2011 / rec. 2010) [DE/BE]

[zef-zef]

Limpe Fuchs

source: davidfpresents.com

[halas1]

At Home #05 Playlist:

Egisto Macchi "Valvole Cardiache" from Bioritmi (The Omni Recording Corporation)

Unknown "Utahiko Kimigayo" from Meijin,Meikyoku,Mei Enso Koten Geino best selection Gagaku (Victor Japan)

Unknown "Bandiia dzehun(type ancien)" from Maldives vol.1 (Ocora)

Unknown "Bandiia dzehun(type moderne)" from Maldives vol.1 (Ocora)

Jessika Kenney "Ingsun" from Atria (Sige Records)

Krzysztof Penderecki "Sicut locutus est" from Per Coro (Wergo)

Jo Kondo "Summer Days" from Summer Days (ALM Records)

Toru Takemitsu "The Ceremony" from Film Music by Toru Takemitsu vol.3 (Victor)

Katerina Dorokh,Khadossya Kanapchuk, Maria Kuzmich "Let us sing a song to our wonderful master" from Belarussian Music (Melodiya)

Katerina Dorokh, Khadossya Kanapchuk,Maria Kuzmich "The silken thread hits against the wall" from Belarussian Music (Melodiya)

Limpe Fuchs "Tone...langvergangener Abend" from Muusiccia(Metal/Stones) (Streamline)

[chaoselph]

Limpe Fuchs mit Ensemble 12/07/2018

[genau-ev]

[jgthirlwell]

10.13.17 German performer, sound artist and composer Limpe Fuchs gave an incredible solo performance at Artists Space, presented by Blank Forms. She used pendelstrings, hardwood and granite stone rows, viola, voice, soprano timpani, cymbals and a variety of tube, metal and snare drums.

[dialoogid]

Anima - Der regt mich auf / A Controversy (1982)

[womencreativemusic]

Limpe Fuchs, Germany

http://www.limpefuchs.de

[zpomnicore]

https://www.facebook.com/nnoi.festival/

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[berkmansimagines]

tolerate it

A/N: Just wanted to write some angst!

Summary: When Barry turns down a job, you suffer the consequences.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

tw: assault

“Hey babe! Guess what!” Barry calls out to you as soon as he walks through the door. He has some good news and can’t wait to share it with you.

Fuches recently brought a dangerous job offer to Barry. A cartel man named Del wanted to hire Barry for a hit. Even though Del already had plenty of men who could do the job, he wanted Barry so it wouldn’t look business related. Barry’s never done work for the cartel before, but you have. Del played mind games with you and forced you to carry out a hit you didn’t want to do. He and the cartel were bad news. You warned your husband to stay away from that mess and Barry took your advice.

When Barry met with Fuches earlier in the day, he refused to do the hit. Fuches was disappointed that they’d miss out on a huge payday, but nothing was finalized yet. Barry believed he got out of this job clean. He knew that you’d be proud of him for standing his ground and avoiding a risky situation with a cartel.

“Y/N!”

No answer. Barry looks around, confused. Your car is parked in its designated spot, you have to be home.

Barry quickly checks the bedroom. You aren’t there. Then he notices a light on in the bathroom and your jacket on the ground next to the door.

“Hun?”

Barry walks into the bathroom, he sees you and his stomach immediately sinks. You’re beaten, bloodied and bruised, laying barely conscious in the bathtub.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” Barry mutters to himself as he rushes towards you.

Your husband sits down next to you, leaning against the tub. He looks you up and down. Your shirt is torn, revealing welts and cuts on your lower back and abdomen. His eyes widen.

“Y/N, babe! Can you hear me?” Barry brushes some hair out of your face.

“Barry?” you breathe. Your entire body is in pain.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here,” he nods, “What happened? Who did this to you?”

You shake your head.

“Please, Y/N. Talk to me,” your husband says softly.

You remain quiet. Barry cups your chin in his hand and examines your face. You have a black eye and a bloody lip. You’re so out of it, Barry is trying to figure out if you have a concussion.

“I think I should take you to the ER…”

“No,” you finally speak up, “If we go to the hospital, they’ll call the cops. Just give me some ibuprofen. I’ll be alright.”

Barry shrugs. He really wants to get a doctor’s opinion, but he won’t argue with you. If your condition gets worse, he’ll insist on taking you. For now, he’ll stop pushing...

“Okay. At least let me help you get out of the tub,” Barry sighs.

You weakly nod. Barry scoops you up into his arms. You nuzzle your head into Barry’s shoulder as he carries you to bed. He carefully puts you down and then sits beside you. He gently strokes your arm, keeping you close to him.

“Y/N...Can you tell me what happened?” Barry asks again.

You take a few labored breaths.

“I finished some errands and was walking to my car in a parking garage when they attacked me from behind. I think it was two men… I couldn’t see their faces. I didn’t even hear them coming… One of them had a belt and… he lashed me with it. The other guy held me down and put his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream or fight back. Neither of them said a word, they just kept beating me until I passed out. When I woke up they were gone… ”

You were in so much pain that you had to crawl back to your car. You don’t even know how you drove home. It’s a miracle you got there in one piece. You limped back to the apartment before collapsing in the bathroom.

Your husband is so mad that his blood is boiling. You have no clue who attacked you, but Barry has an idea…

“Del did this,” he says quietly.

“What?” you sound uneasy.

“I told Fuches that I wasn’t going to do the hit for the cartel. Del must’ve sent those guys after you when he found out. This isn’t about you… it was a message for me because I turned them down. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You’re quiet, taking in what Barry just told you. While you’re processing everything, Barry keeps looking you up and down. He clenches his jaw whenever he spots a new bruise. It’s not the first time Barry has seen you in rough shape like this. You’ve come home from hits badly injured before, but you were working and you always took the other guy out in the end. This was different. You weren’t on a job. You were violently attacked because of Barry. He blames himself. And to make matters worse, the people who did this to you are still out there…

“Del and those guys are gonna pay for what they did to you,” Barry says in a low, serious voice.

You shake your head, “No they won’t. You’re not going to do anything.”

“Babe, they can’t get away with this…”

“If the cartel was going to force you to do the hit, they would’ve taken me for leverage. And if they wanted to kill me, they could’ve. But they didn’t. You turned down the job, those guys beat me up. We’re all even. It’s over now,” you tell your husband.

“Y/N-” Barry tries before you interrupt him.

“No! If you do anything to provoke them, it will just make things worse. I don’t want you to get deeper into this mess with the cartel. They’re too dangerous. You can’t take them on or we’ll both end up dead.”

Barry’s silent for a moment, unsure what to say. He’s pissed off and wants revenge, but you’re right. Barry can’t make a move against the cartel. They’re going to get away with hurting you and Barry will just have to tolerate it.

“Please, please don’t try to go after them. Just stay here with me,” you beg your husband, “I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me alone…”

You’re so anxious that your body starts to shake. Barry sits and watches you, with a concerned look on his face. You’re clearly traumatized by what happened. It breaks his heart seeing you like this.

Barry takes a deep breath and nods his head. You need him right now. He’ll put his anger aside so he can focus on looking after you.

“No, yeah. I mean… I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”