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ms rebecca what IS a bog body? does it have to be from a specific place or like how do you decide what is and isnt a bog body im a little confused

no!- so, i think people on the internet have confused the definition into something more specific than it actually is. a bog body is any human corpse that has been naturally mummified in a peat bog. (no, they do not come exclusively from ireland; no, they do not need to be a certain age; no, they were not mummified before going into the bog.) true, only a few types of bogs have the right conditions that create the correct chemicals, pH, and environment to actually preserve human tissue and some of the most well known are in ireland; bog bodies have been found in denmark, sweden, even florida! (ill put the dirty details under the cut)

while i will cut some technical corners for brevity, here’s more or less the stitch. basically, bogs are a unique type of natural environment that can provide the perfect conditions for "natural embalmment." the long and short as to why bodies decay is because they're exposed to warmth and oxygen that allows decomposition to begin (in extreme cases, you only need the total absence one of these. think of bodies left on Mnt. Everest, where it can drop to -60C, which is extreme enough to delay total decomp even with exposure to oxygen; or, think of dorian corey's mummy that was wrapped so tightly in plastic that oxygen was cut off enough to work with the room temperature.) this is why bodies in cold oceans or lakes still decay-- the rhythm of the water allows oxygen to enter. bogs, on the other hand are totally still AND can get very cold. you get the absence of both factors. if a body is placed in the bog during the winter or early spring, it's too cold for the body to begin decomposition at its usual rate, which gives the bog time to fully saturate the tissues with its acids before they begin to decay. bog acids have similar pH's to vinegar and basically work to pickle the remains like you would a cucumber, while dehydrating the skin. technically, the process is actually closer to tanning leather. peat moss naturally releases tannins and sphagnan that preserve and toughen the skin. however, the peat's acidity leeches calcium which typically dissolves the bones and teeth (this is why you never hear about bog skeletons, and why its so easy for bog bodies to get accidently destroyed by construction equipment. USUALLY the bones are extremely damaged by the process and are either entirely eaten away OR extremely fragile.) what we're left with is toughened (usually yellow, brown, red, or black) mummified soft tissue remains that give the appearance of artificial preservation without any human involvement! some famous examples include the cashel man, old croghan man, and the tollund man!

#love that you sent this to my ART BLOG SKSKS #this blog is just rebecca posts art and explanations of human remain conditions #again this isn't 100% accurate i was too lazy to google it so its just what i remember #im sure i simplified some stuff too much i am neither a mortician or a chemist just an archaeologist #death mention #bog bodies #decomposition mention #ask #anon #read more #delete later #not art #long post

if i die let me rot and become one with the roots of the forest or turn me into a jewel of dazzling brilliance that is an heirloom of my family passed down for generations — half haunted, half coveted, and full of love but also malice for those who might wrong my kin

#maybe i want to start drama for drama's sake #txt #narn #about me #death #decomposition mention #decay

He stares down at the corpse, blown and fly-ridden. It’s blonde hair bleached white with clinical precision, and two post mortem gashes that nearly split the blackened face in half. He’s fairly sure there were probably contacts on those missing eyes- the crows having already had their feast. The wolves and the coyotes wait for him to leave beyond the edge of the trees to resume their feast- and who is he to deny them their due.

Still- he lingers, the head and hands in a trash bag by his boots for ease of dental identification with what might be left of finger prints. If he can get something from the deteriorated DNA, that might work too. This is no mere accident, a transient dying on his property from drug overdose or drunken mishaps.

It’s a warning, and a reminder all in one that he’s not safe here on this small island of serenity he’s dug out for himself.

He stubs the cigarette out on the cold, Indiana ground- still brittle with the last of the grasping winter frost and grunts quietly before picking up the butt. It goes into the bag as well, attaching it to the saddle of Red- the bay he’s brought all the way from West’s place. The stallion shys a little, head rearing at the scent of something dead- but settles into an easy canter at the feeling of Jack’s hands on his withers and mane.

More trusting than he deserves, the old soldier thinks- and he’s thankful for it.

The rest of the day will be spent in beefing up his security system, and boarding up parts of the house. He has a new informant to meet out west and information to pass onto an adopted family member out of Arizona. He’s not above robbing Sam to pay Paula, especially if it takes money out of governmental coffers to feed people who haven’t seen aid since before the Crisis.

He’s no Robin Hood, but he’ll happily be a goddamn thorn in the side of anyone that deserves it.

The bag is thrown onto the back porch as the bay is led to the barn- the ex-commander sliding down to walk Red in and cool him down before letting him touch water or feed. A good currying and checking of hooves later has the stallion comfortably situated in an airy stall with fresh water and feed with a bedding of hay. He’s free to come and go as he pleases, giving him room to run around if he so desires.

Jack’s never seen the point of keeping something or someone so free spirited caged up and he idly wonders if somewhere along the line— as he knocks the teeth out of the decomposing head’s skull, and pours the rest of the mess into a porcelain tub filled with hydrochloric acid.

If maybe that’s why he couldn’t keep anyone long enough to settle down.

#MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING #Dead bodies #jack disposing of a dead body on his property #jack is uh #not your usual soldier here #this is Miles my jack #m i l e s || « tired » || v: old soldiers never die; they just fade away #my writing #j a c k // m o r r i s o n #m i l e s [ « ] e X i l e d #body horror #uh #parasite mention #a little #fly mention #maggot mention #decomposition mention #dismembering mention #just major trigger warnings

perhaps im too much of a romantic, but i think it’d be lovely to die in the woods. you continue the cycle of life by becoming food for the animals around you. your body and by definition you are finally good for something. you do not die in vain, but rather you help the wildlife around you. you become a part of nature as the decomposition of your body fertilizes the soil you rest on and your meat is devoured by animals big and small.

#[dreamy sigh] i dont like going into forests bc trees n plants can scrape you or touch you but there's some places where u can venture in.#the small tree area a little behind my old house had a place where teens would go in all the time. i never wanted to go in tho.#death mention #decomposition mention #delete later

I worry if I'm getting too settled in me and

My one desire for peace in my personal life to meet anyone new at the level where they would consider forming a family unit with me. I have not gotten the impression from those in my life I would find such a commitment favorable with that this, or less committed but romantic in nature bonds, are ones that they are likely to desire pursuit of with me. Other, deeply satisfying and valuable bonds that I wouldn't give up absolutely, but neither romantic nor "own" family unit ones seem to be on the table with my current closest humans. And my likelihood of developing new close enough bonds for this to be relevant fades more as I grow older and find myself less likely to expend my spoons in new social interactions beyond a certain level. I'm just too tired and aware enough to recognize my weariness to do more. I desire having mutual forms of those types of bonds in my life. If I do not, I hope my friend bonds are established enough that when I die, hopefully in my old age, my remains are found before liquefaction sets in. It is a natural part of decomposition provided certain conditions but I'd prefer my remains under go it after I have been properly buried. I have been thinking about this a lot in the past day. The other thing is if I do indeed develop Alzheimer's to have people in my life committed to me enough to honor my wishes, but... There is only high probability of Alzheimer's but an inevitability of death at some point.

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