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[labycare]

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[meccentric]

A year ago or so I set up my voicemail and forgot about it.

My brother used to work as a sommelier (If you don't know what that is, it's the guy who serves you wine and talks about it at tastings) and I am very proud of this interesting career choice of his. Now my dream was to be a mortician! We joke all the time that we'll end up with a graveyard/ vineyard/ farm some day and our last name has, like, Irish roots and starts with an Mc. (Important)

So a year ago I set up my voicemail and forgot about it and in the meantime I get calls and people leave their messages, that I never listen to because my life isn't that busy. Doctor's and friends have called and left messages to the tune of:

"Hi! You've reached [the Siblings] Vineyard and Mc Mortuary! Where we help you w (h)ine! Please leave a message after the tone."

Now that I changed it, I can apply to jobs again.

[hlscientificindustries]

HL Scientific Industries : A Leading Mortuary Chamber Manufacturer in India 

HL Scientific Industries is one of the leading manufacturers of Mortuary Chamber Manufacturer in India. With years of experience in the industry, we pride ourselves on delivering high-quality products that meet the needs of our customers.

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[mariondanslorage]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

More Ancient Egyptian Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Double crown - the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt worn together

Dynasty - a series of rulers descending within a family; following the Ptolemaic historian Manetho, ancient Egyptian history is divided into thirty dynasties

Faience - a powdered quartz paste, which is modeled or molded and fired; it is either self-glazed or made with applied glaze

False door - a panel in the form of a niched doorway through which the deceased could receive offerings

Gesso - a mixture of whiting and glue often used to prepare a surface for painting

Harakhty - “Horus of the horizon,” the god of the rising sun, depicted as a falcon or a falcon-headed human crowned by a sun disk

Hathor - a goddess sometimes depicted as a cow or with cow’s horns and ears; associated with joy, music, and love

Heh - god of millions of years, of eternity

Hieratic - handwritten counterpart to the hieroglyphic script, developed in the Old Kingdom mainly for writing on papyrus; written from right to left

Hieroglyph - a Greek word meaning “sacred symbol.” In Egypt, one of some seven hundred signs used in writing (considerably more if one counts signs used exclusively in the Old Kingdom and the periods after the New Kingdom). “Hieroglyphs” refers to the signs themselves; “hieroglyphic script” is Egyptian writing. (Calling the signs “hieroglyphics” is incorrect.)

Horus - ancient sky god in the form of a falcon, embodiment of the divine powers of the living king; son of Osiris and Isis

Ideogram - (sense sign) a hieroglyph signifying the actual object depicted or a closely connected notion

Isis - wife of Osiris, mother of Horus, the divine magician because of her extraordinary powers, divine mourner of the dead; her name is written with the hieroglyphic sign for “throne,” which she wears on her headdress

Ka - life force; the hieroglyphic sign is a pair of extended arms

Maat - right order and justice established by the gods, personified by the goddess Maat, who wears an ostrich feather on her head or is represented by the ostrich feather itself

Magic rod - a squared or rectangular object carved with symbols, such as felines, crocodiles, protective wedjat eyes, and baboons tending lamps, that Egyptians may have believed helped the sun reappear each day from the chaos of night. These rods were placed in tombs to guarantee a similar rebirth to the deceased.

Mastaba - a type of Egyptian tomb having a rectangular superstructure with exterior walls slightly slanting inward as they rise; contains chapels, chambers, and a shaft leading to an underground burial

Mortuary temple - a temple erected and endowed by a king where he could receive offerings in perpetuity after his death

Mut - “mother”: worshiped as the consort of Amun; shown as a vulture or as a woman wearing the double crown

Myrrh - a fragrant aromatic plant gum used in making perfume, unguents, and incense

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists

[isimchi]

Specter Funeral Home

(13 Dead End Lane, Strangetown)

[More to explore: mortuary - Olive's chambers - Ophelia's quarters]

floor plan and more:

I tried to imagine what type of business or other unconventional lot would suit Olive the best, and here's where I landed! I was thinking of making a church at first, but I think a funeral home/chapel that worships a questionable deity seems like even more fun :)

[gghostwriter]

Yours Truly, Romeo

Chapter 0 __ No Escape

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing.

series masterlist || next chapter

"Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness" - Werner Herzog

The derelict two-story home sat in a considerable empty estate surrounded by colossal trees and overgrown weeds. The crickets chirping for all over, providing an almost peaceful ambience under the twinkling night sky. It was quiet, very quiet. 

A muffled shout rang through the basement chambers, disturbing the tranquil evening. It almost sounded like a wolf howling at the full moon. If only the muted cries after each shout didn’t escape the duct tape binding around the captive’s mouth. His golden locks sticking to his forehead with sweat, his hands and feet bound loose to mortuary stainless steel table, and an IV drip attached to his left inner elbow containing the drug Rocuronium—a muscle paralyzing drug that keeps the mind awake but the patient immobile. 

His wide eyed terrified blue eyes darting to all the dark corners around him. His mind going a hundred miles per minute. Adrenaline pumping, kicking his flight or fight response with no physical outlet to control. He didn’t know how long it had been since he passed out by the alley way on his way back home to his apartment. There were no windows to indicate if it was night or day, no way of knowing where he was and how did he get here. All he remembered was a sharp pain ringing from the back of his head, a sting at the side of his neck, and feeling his body being dragged into the deep recesses of the night. He was new in town, having just moved to Washington for a regular desk job for an mid-size IT company. Nobody would notice he was missing. The terror that ran through his mind was enough to kickstart a miracle—the ability to move his right arm on command. Not wanting to waste any more time to regain full body control, he twisted his arm out of the loose binding, ripped the needle sticking at his other arm, and removed the leather belt bindings on his arm and legs. 

Stumbling out of the mortuary table, tools for torture and surgery clanking on the concrete floor, he dragged his body out the long winding hallway away from the creaking stairs to the first level. He knew the culprit would be up those stairs in the first-story and he was in no capacity to fight no matter how much adrenaline is coursing through his body. He pushed his way through a newly painted blue door, a sharp contrast with the barren, grimy walls of the basement. He stopped short at the sight. It was a well decorated living space equipped with a working kitchen, a dining table for two, and a living room with a soft looking couple sofa in place. It was a well decorated living cage. 

Spotting a tinted egress window by the side of the table, he hurried to it reverently hoping that it was unlocked. It was. He pushed it open and crawled out of the space into the dark, ominous outdoors. Running as fast as he could go with no rhyme or reason. A twig snapping behind him made his head swivel back in terror.

“You can’t escape,” a baritone voice stated in a calming manner. The voice sounded assured and almost in laughter at his feeble attempt to save his life. “You’re perfect to add to my collection.”

Sprinting faster into the darkness, he hoped to encounter a brightly lit road or an occupied house to knock on for help. But his luck had seemed to ran out as his body stumbled forwards from the impact. The impact of being tackled down by the owner of the baritone voice humming as he injected a drug into his neck once again, rendering him defenseless and unresponsive. Never to regain consciousness again.

———

The baritone voice was heard humming a non-identifiable tune while bent over his working desk on the basement level. He appeared to be a typical male toiling away at a hobby during the night. If only it wasn’t for the coppery stench of blood surrounding his presence. His clipped and slightly calloused fingers working delicately to sew the pieces together. He reached for the nearby scissors to cut of the knotted thread. Snip snip. He placed it down and brought up his handiwork to admire. 

A face mask. His own version of a face mask, equipped with a high bridge nose—newly sewn in place. 

He giggled, happy with his progress. Soon his mask would be complete. The perfect partner for his already finished and chemically processed body suit.

“And soon, she’ll be mine,” he singsonged out loud. “After all, I will be embodying all the features of her ideal type.” 

———

Unbeknownst to the dangers lurking in her imminent future, she slept peacefully in her two story home that smelled of ink and pages  in Washington DC. Unaware on how her life is about to change with just one non-descriptive mail with images that was enough to haunt all of her nightmares and an intelligent, lanky, & handsome FBI agent that was her ideal all rolled into one.

[purgemarchlockdown]

I saw a certain horror movie when I was in middle school. There was a secret mortuary in an underground chamber, and the dead were electronically transmitted (!), still in their coffins, to the “other world,” where they were forced into slavery.

The movie’s story was utterly absurd, but the division of the world into opposite poles of “living”

and “dead”

felt real to me, somehow.

Our world has been spoken of in bipolar fashion for ages.

In my student days, there was a popular book that compared the “affluent”

with the “non-affluent,”

and sorted everything into categories called “loaded”

and “broke.”

It was the bubble era, and the aim of the book was probably to get a laugh by saying “They call us wealthy, but our lifestyle’s practically in the trash can!”

But for some reason, I couldn’t laugh.

Years later, the phrase “the winning side” was popular in the media.

I thought it was horrid.

And sure enough, people started using the opposite phrase “the losing side” as a masochistic joke.

I still couldn’t laugh, though.

One day, a girl I saw on TV said, “There are only two types of people in this world:

the ones who are chosen

and the ones who aren’t chosen.”

“To not be chosen is to die,” said the girl.

(Credits: Ikuhara's Episode Commentary: 14: "The Boys of the Black Rose" and translation by Louchan, Milgram VD subs by AC)

[rumpykamon]

Louis vs Santiago theory

I was right about the coven putting Louis in one of them mortuary chambers, now hear me out:

Santiago mimicking Baby Lu in his dual with Louis, might end up burned by the sun if Louis traps him on stage and opens the window then sings him baby Lu’s song, watching him burn.

Why ? Blue eyeshadow by Claudia and Santiago, mimicking abilities, took her dress (of course he’d wear it that weirdo), same placements on stage, throwback to the movie material of the face off between the two…

Louis wouldn’t just let the dude die a -simple- death, would be an insult to the actor for sure but not vengeful enough. Especially how borderline and unhinged this Louis can be.

Even if I really really really want for Santiago to make I out alive ‘cause he’s a great character, I think it’d be a well staged death.

[fromthedust]

Hatshepsut's Mortuary Temple Complex, situated across the river from the modern city of Luxor. The temple is three stories tall, connected by ramps and terraces. In its day, it contained shrines, chapels, and the sanctuary of Amun-re. These were all woven together with carved reliefs, reflecting pools, and elaborate gardens of exotic plants and trees. Her temple rose from beside the River Nile with a long ramp ascending from a courtyard of trees and small pools to a terrace. Some of these trees were brought from Punt and are the first known successful transplants of trees from one nation to another in history. The remains of these trees, fossilized tree stumps, can still be seen in the courtyard of the temple in the present day.

Symbolism abounds in Hatshepsut’s mortuary temple; symbols that suggest Hatshepsut had a divine right to rule. The temple is not only home to the mortuary shrine dedicated to Hatshepsut, but also includes sanctuaries dedicated to the gods Anubis, Hathor, a local incarnation of Amun, Re, and Hatshepsut’s father Thutmosis I. Hatshepsut honored the god Amun by placing his shrine in the central position of the temple rather than her own, as was normal for pharaohs. By including a shrine to the god Hathor, Hatshepsut symbolically revitalized the tradition of monumental architecture that began in the pyramid building era, which typically included shrines honoring Hathor.

The temple of Hatshepsut was considered to be a wonder of the ancient world by architects. Located at the bottom of limestone cliffs, the temple had courtyards and terraced colonnades that seems to be going up the side of the mountain. The lower levels of the temple had gardens with fragrant trees and pools. The temple had huge images of Hatshepsut with over 100 large statues of Pharaoh Hatshepsut as a sphinx, guarding the processional way. Hatshepsut's burial chamber (tomb KV20) was carved out of the cliffs which form the back of the building.

Hatshepsut's temple was so admired by the pharaohs who came after her that they increasingly chose to be buried nearby and this necropolis came to eventually be known as the Valley of the Kings.

The building of the temple was probably overseen by Senenmut, her trusted advisor who some researchers speculate may have also been her lover.

Queen Hatshepsut (1507-1458) was the longest reigning female Pharaoh in Egyptian history, ruling from 1473-1458 BCE. Hatshepsut was daughter of Ahmose, named from her grandfather Pharaoh Ahmose I, who ruled before Thutmosis I and founded Egypt’s eighteenth dynasty. Hatshepsut’s daughters were more closely related to the royal dynasty than Thutmosis III or his son and heir.

[labycare]

There are mortuary chamber manufacturer in India that cater to the demands of hospitals, funeral homes, and research organizations when it comes to mortuary chambers. These companies specialize in building high-quality mortuary chambers that meet international requirements and allow for the respectful storage of departed people. They provide a variety of choices, such as walk-in mortuary chambers, corpse coolers, and autopsy tables with modern cooling systems and temperature control features. To assist in the preservation and management of corpses, these producers focus on durability, cleanliness, and user-friendly designs. They contribute to the effective and courteous handling of departed persons by mortuary chamber manufacturer in India through their experience and dedication to excellence.

[not-too-many-eyes]

I saw a certain horror movie when I was in middle school. There was a secret mortuary in an underground chamber, and the dead were electronically transmitted (!), still in their coffins, to the “other world,”

where they were forced into slavery.

The movie’s story was utterly absurd, but the division of the world into opposite poles of “living”

and “dead”

felt real to me, somehow.

Our world has been spoken of in bipolar fashion for ages.

In my student days, there was a popular book that compared the “affluent”

with the “non-affluent,”

and sorted everything into categories called “loaded”

and “broke.”

It was the bubble era, and the aim of the book was probably to get a laugh by saying “They call us wealthy, but our lifestyle’s practically in the trash can!”

But for some reason, I couldn’t laugh.

Years later, the phrase “the winning side” was popular in the media.

I thought it was horrid.

And sure enough, people started using the opposite phrase “the losing side”

as a masochistic joke.

I still couldn’t laugh, though.

One day, a girl I saw on TV said, “There are only two types of people in this world: the ones who are chosen and the ones who aren’t chosen.”

That gave me a start.

“To not be chosen is to die,” said the girl.

(Credits: Ikuhara's Episode Commentary: 14: "The Boys of the Black Rose")

[mrsoharaa]

˗ˏˋ ୭ 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒐.

characters: Suguru Geto x Reader (x Choso Kamo)

cw/tw: none! fluff! slight angst (? if you squint hard enough!), love triangle trope (thing?? because I'm a total sucker for those!).

After Shoko's careful examination and treatment to your wounds over the past few days, you finally stir and wake amongst the examination bed, noticing a little note sitting beside you. Sitting upward, you grabbed the piece of paper, unfolded it and began to skim over the little words decorating the thin material.

I'm sorry I had to leave your side L/n-san, Yuji had called me in for an important rendezvous. Says he really needed me for a specific mission. But I promise I will return to you as soon as I can. - Choso.

Your lips form into a tiny giddy smile, holding the small, heartwarming simple note to your chest. A small tang of a throb still pulsing amongst your side, forcing a small wince to fumble from your faltering lips.

"Shoko instructed you to rest, Y/n" your ears perk up to the sound of Suguru's smooth tone, echoing within the silent, vast chambers of Shoko's medical lab.

You exhale a small huff, flinging your legs over the edge of the examination bed, rolling your shoulders while doing so.

"I think I'm pretty well rested enough" you sigh softly, the lingering pang of your side still nagging at you. Not as bad as it had before, but it was there.

Footsteps drew in closer, bouncing off the metallic instruments and the mortuary cabinets, into your ears. Your eyes slowly lifted upward, watching the slow approach of Suguru's tall stature emerge from the shallow darkness of the hallway.

So many years had passed since the two of you had ever contacted, and he still looked the same.

A soaring, firm built from the strut of his wide shoulders to the length of his strong legs. Dark tresses of silk raven longer then before, half curled up into a semi neat bun, as the rest cascaded down beautifully along the midst of his widen back. Lips still perfectly glossed and full, lashes even more fuller and lulling. Cheekbones deliciously chiseled and well toned out, as those eyes...god, had those breath taking irises of deep chestnut still made chills run down the arch of your spine.

A heavy gust of fluttering butterflies swarming ever so prominently within the depths of your warm stomach.

The literal definition of tall, dark and handsome. To the tea.

Just the simple way he looks at you made you feel like everything was floating. Made your heart tighten against your hefty chest, your breath to hitch and your cheeks to flourish into a deep heat.

You abruptly turn your head aside, still clutching onto Choso's little cute note in your tiny grasp. Your fingertips lacing over the feeble paper with such a grip.

A simple, low chuckle resonates around the semi empty room, recapturing your attention.

Your eyes gradually draws back onto the closely approaching sorcerer brimming a diligent smile at you.

God how you hated how much of a clasp he had on you.

Specifically with that damn voice and charming smile of his.

You bite your inner cheek, forcing back any snarky retort you had to blabber out. Trying to ignore and plummet down the inevitable and impending emotions grating away at your pattering heart for the man.

"That's sweet of Choso to leave you a little love letter" Suguru's calm voice chimes with saturated, soft venom. Obvious trace of jealousy and revolt fueling behind his collected demeanor. You'd scoff lightly, glancing down at the paper in your hand, your genuine smile never ceasing from your face.

"Enough with the false soft facade, Suguru...it doesn't suit you" you retort firmly, hoping off the examination table, landing onto the flat of your feet. Only to slightly loose balance, faltering your stance to cling onto the edge of the examination bed.

A heavy exhale stammers off your lips, a comfortable warmth settling on each side of your hips, holding you upright carefully. Your eyes swiftly drift down to a pair of extensive palms clasping onto the curves of your hips, attentively.

Your head lifts back up to meet those god forsaken eyes of his, noting the soften gaze boring down on you with such worry and honest contentment.

"I-I'm fine Suguru" you mutter over your spluttered words, immense heat gathering at the lush of your cheeks, your fingers digging deeper and firmer into the solid mattress of the examination bed.

Another soft, low chuckle reverberates through your ears, long fingers curling ever so securely around your hips, gradually straightening you up amongst your stumbling feet. Not noticing how indubitably closer he was towards you. Nearly a breath away from your flushed face.

He helps aid you to a proper stance, lifting his left hand and using the backside of his index finger to draw away the little strands of hair draping along your radiant skin. Your breath tightens at the back of your throat softly, pupils expand to the subtle touch of his prolong digit ghosting over the warmth of your tender flesh. Delicately brushing away the loosen strands of hair from your pretty smug.

Your eyes finally meet, the air that surrounded the both of you seemed to be more suffocating and thickening.

The strong, imminent gaze he was sharing with you made your entire being shudder beneath his careful advances towards you.

God, those eyes.

Damn those lips.

Fucking hell, this man.

You swallow the hard, thick lump trapped at the depths of your strangled throat. Your body slightly flinches when you feel the back of his finger gently stroke the lower shell of your ear.

You caught the small, genuine twitch of a smile grace over the flawless skin of his face. The sheer beauty and authenticity of his charming smile catching you completely off guard. Completely lost to the prominent stare of those perfectly polished irises. Entirely captivated by the simple, longing stare that swindled it's way into your bantering heart.

The distance between you two seemed to become more shortened...space gradually closing in. Lips inches apart from one another.

The bearable, airy silence that drew over the two of you only added on to the private cozy enclosure you both shared.

Ceasing in the space little by little, you could feel the inviting warmth of his breath fan across your skin. Your heart bashing ever so frantically against your chest, as everything around you seemed to fog out. Nothing but the two of you, easing your conscious.

As his lips nearly brushes over the supple skin of your full lips, the sound of loud footsteps had intruded promptly within the comfortable silence that swarmed around you.

Abruptly pulling away, you notice Shoko, Satoru, Choso and Yuji barge through the doorway of Shoko's medical room. All eyes pinned directly onto you.

"Well well, look whose finally awake!" Gojo grinned coyishly with a pitched chirp to his tone, hands falling into the depths of his pockets, as he lingers his gaze over to his quiet best friend standing beside you.

Choso's eyes peered onto Suguru for a prolong, dreading moment.

Thick brows furrow tightly, as a thick wave of unsettled nerves clawed through his skin.

Suguru's eyes drifted from the plain empty walls of Shoko's lab to Choso's dreary glare. His brows knotting no better then Choso's.

"L/n-senseiiii! you're alright!!" Yuji cheers out, dashing over towards you and hugging you with such a secured vice.

You'd wince softly under his embrace, laughing at Yuji's adorable excitement to seeing you well and up.

"Thank you, Itadori-kun! but please...a little more careful please" you gently pat the gasping boys back, watching his weight quickly part from your own. He quickly apologizes while politely bowing.

You could all but giggle and pat at the bright, lively pink haired boys enthusiasm. Your eyes catching Suguru's body walking towards the white haired man and Shoko. He swiftly catches your glimpse, smiles wryly and continues his pace towards the two friends gawking at him blankly (though, Gojo seemed to be in a more coy and giddy mode even more so. Wearing such a stretched, cocky grin on his smug face).

Choso casually makes his way over towards you, hardly glances over towards Suguru's presence as he walks pass him. Ignoring his entire being, just to get to you. His sole purpose.

"L/n-san, did you read my letter?" Choso calmly asks, looking down at your crumbled fist. You blink, and follow his tender gaze at your hand.

"O-oh yeah! I did! thank you Choso...that was really sweet of you to do" you drew him a tender smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him cozily. All while he seems confused, he glimpse over to his grinning "younger brother" and nudges his head. Signaling for the man to return the welcoming, warm gesture.

Choso hesitates nervously at first, but quickly leers into the comforting contact of your beaming touch.

You'd hum another quieted thank you close into Choso's ear, your eyes fluttering over to a silenced, stoic Suguru.

Connecting with his eyes, you could feel the familiar hard lump recollecting back at the lodge of your throat. Your heart skipping a beat, as you continued basking in Choso's warmth.

[hlscientificindustries]

Mortuary Chamber Manufacturer in India - H.L.Scientific Industries

H.L.Scientific Industries is a leading Mortuary Chamber Manufacturer in India. They offer a wide range of products, from simple storage units to fully-functional chambers for autopsy, pathology and other medical uses. Their chambers are made with high-grade materials and manufactured in accordance with the highest standards of safety and quality. They provide installation and maintenance services as well as spare parts for their chambers.