#la morgue

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Outside business hours

Madrid, Spain -- 12/10/22

[nugothrhythms]

“Dystopian,” a 2022 single by La Morgue, a post-punk, goth rock, and darkwave act originally out of Puerto Rico, but currently based in The Bronx

[weirdlookindog]

El jorobado de la Morgue (1973)

AKA The Hunchback of the Morgue; The Hunchback of the Rue Morgue; Rue Morgue Massacres

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Thinking of the despair Risotto must have felt near the end of the La Squadra arc in Golden Wind.

He knows he's the only one left. His entire team has been slaughtered in gruesome ways. It's all on him to make sure their deaths weren't in vain.

But he did it. He discovered the Boss' secret. He gave that bastard a good fight. He did what he could. He didn't let his team down.

He can faintly hear his team's voices as his vision fades to white.

[a-veces-escribo]

La frase: "quise no ser y aun soy" me mata

[deschainartnerd]

Die for the cabaret

[horrorgalery]

[xoxo-sadgirl]

GreyDay ‘23 🖤🩶

[sublecturas]

“Los crímenes de la calle Morgue” de Edgar Allan Poe

[concombre-2-mer]

"Sa science n'a pas de base. Elle toute en tête et n'a pas de corps, comme les portraits de la déesse Laverna, - ou, si vous aimez mieux, toute en tête et en épaule, comme une morue."

Poe, Double assassinat dans la rue Morgue

[lemondeabicyclette]

Faut scier sa bolle. Ce criminel affirmait en 2005 que la hcq ou hydroxychloroquine pouvait non seulement prévenir mais guérir. La seule raison qui motive cet assassin à dire que l'ivermectine peut être dangereuse, c'est que ça ne lui rapporte pas un sou. La cécité des rivières ou onchocercose est guérie par l'ivermectine (dont le brevet est expiré) depuis des décennies en Afrique et ailleurs administrée au moins un milliard de fois. La Colombie (2013), l’Équateur (2014), le Mexique (2015) et le Guatemala (en 2016) en sont désormais débarrassés.

L'animateur est un faux con qui s'est fait connaître en vendant des voitures usagées aux paraplégiques et des frigos aux esquimaux. Genre. Comme. Les deux sont des cunts de 1ère dont le seul médicament est étiquetté In God We Trust.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Here are some crumbs about yandere mortician! From now on, his name is Viktor. (I'll make a detailed post about him, his personality, looks later, I promise.)

masterlist.

Viktor can often be seen with headphones in his ears, his expression neutral and eyes glazed over with a sheen of nothingness. When he's spotted in public people want to give him the benefit of doubt and say he's just lost in his own world, consumed by the sound of music. Perhaps he's just so in tune with the lyrics, maybe they speak to him on a level which people often seek out when listening to music. His playlist is filled with all sorts of songs - be it long ballads, cheesy love songs, generic pop, heavy metal, screamo, classical music, frankly some songs you wouldn't even expect someone like him wouldn't even listen at all(a la WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion).

Even while working, Viktor likes to have something playing in the background. His co-workers often joke about his music taste but he just shrugs them off without saying anything. It's all just a rollercoaster, a complete mess but he likes it that way. It's fun to be on his toes.

Truthfully, Viktor never liked music. He never bothered paying attention to the lyrics nor the meaning or even the tune of the song.

He simply can't stand the silence.

Viktor is a walking contradiction - he dislikes most people and yet wishes to be a part of them. He wants to be someone. But he doesn't know how to do that. His way of coping became listening to music. He even learned to play some instruments growing up, thinking that maybe someone would take a liking to him.

Even so, no one bothered with him. He was still a nobody.

Some did admire him, from a safe distance at least. His aura was black as charcoal and posture stiff as a board. Even if one dared to look at him for too long it felt like Viktor would pluck their eyes out if he caught them looking.

Perhaps he would. He wasn't sure either.

The sounds had no meaning to him. It was all used to cover up the silence, pure white noise. Nothing more, nothing less.

All of that came to a screeching halt once he met you, his tiny piece of sunshine.

You'd go through his playlist, sometimes scoffing, sometimes liking the things you saw. His eccentric side never failed to amuse you. Amongst that jungle you'd ask him who his favorite artists were, if he had anyone specific he liked.

Viktor said the names of some random artists he thought you fancied yourself. He wanted you to like him.

His answer ultimately did not matter in the end as you would still recommend some of your own personal favorite songs to him. Viktor promised he'd give them a listen as soon as he could.

Later that evening, he was hard at work. As he was putting on his coat he turned towards his phone and reached towards it, slightly eager to see what you had in store for him. The song played quietly in the background as gently rain tapped against the window, giving the morgue a more tranquil feel than it ought to have. The person on his table tonight was an old man who presumably died of a heart attack earlier this morning.

Poor soul. That was all he could bother to say.

The evening went on as it usually did but Viktor could not stop thinking about you. His sweet little sunshine, he was so touched by the fact that you bothered to go so far for him. He could feel his heart racing as unfamiliar butterflies started to flutter in his chest.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

If he wasn't careful he would be the next one to die of a heart attack.

The music got a bit louder as it reached the chorus, its tune almost perfectly in sync with his heart. He hadn't even realized that he started to sway his hips gently. Left, right, left right.

It felt like the correct thing to do.

Viktor also picked up the sound of a male voice humming which was odd, considering the fact that the singer of the song was a woman. He nearly dropped his scalpel as he realized that the one who was humming was him, not someone else, him.

For the first time in his life, Viktor bothered to pay attention to the song. The singer detailed her undying feelings for her lover, promising herself to them and them only.

Viktor thought about you the entire time. He never fancied himself as a dancer but if he could, he would want nothing more than to dance with you.

Would you want to dance with him?

For the first time in his life, Viktor found joy in the music he listened to. And it was all thanks to his sunshine.

🔪 TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince

[nubosia]

Podrías hacer nombres de usuario con la palabra morgue o narcisista por favor :(

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ narcissismincity⠀†⠀dreamofmorgue

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mortalnarcissism⠀†⠀narcissismdisorder

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀morguesepulcral⠀†⠀corpsemorgues

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ silentmorgue⠀†⠀morgueoscura

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ almanarcisista

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[weirdlookindog]

El jorobado de la Morgue (1973)

AKA The Hunchback of the Morgue; The Hunchback of the Rue Morgue; Rue Morgue Massacres

[megraen]

After about seven hours of Work, I have put together my variation of the CSI Las Vegas Crime Lab based on what I observed while binging the show. Why the fuck do I do this to myself...

Edit: Added in a storeroom. Edit 2: Added walk-in fridge.

Morgue drop off.

Morgue.

Morgue wash-off.

Morgue storage.

Morgue prep room.

Grissom's office.

Break room.

Evidence garage.

DNA lab.

Trace.

Audio and Video lab.

Ballistics.

Handwriting.

Layout room one.

Junior supervisor's office (Catherine).

Fingerprints.

Layout room two.

Layout room three.

Intermediate supervisor's office (Conrad Ecklie).

Reception.

Locker room/showers.

Woman's bathroom.

Men's bathroom.

Walk-in fridge.

Storeroom.

[batunatu]

remember my self-ship?? well FUCK OFF I'M DONE FUCK JEFFERY FUCK THE SELFSHIP JEFFASHA ENDS HERE adios jeffery te ira mejor en la morgue!!!