#human dissection

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Cucuteni Human Dissection: a new hypothesis suggests that within the Cucuteni culture there was cult curiosity in regard to the crucible of creation, indicating that there was some knowledge of the fallopian tubes.

Cucuteni Culture Human Dissection

A new hypothesis suggests that within the Cucuteni culture there was cult curiosity in regard to the crucible of creation, indicating that t

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The line is drawn on the body perfectly, meticulously — cold hands don’t shake once as their latex-covered fingers grip the marker. The air is frigid, and beneath the one in control, the body twitches. It won’t be able to feel anything under all that anesthesia, and it’s been put under for a long while now, so the reaction is strictly biological, but he hesitates nonetheless. You can never be too careful.

The next moment is silent, still, absent of any suspicion that anything could be alive in the room. The one in control grins — for it is a miraculous thing to be granted this opportunity — and sets down the marker. He picks up the scalpel next to it, both the odd shade of crimson red for different reasons, satisfaction settling in him as it gleams in the Gray Room’s lighting. 

The one in control feels adrenaline from the ends of his fingertips to the heels of his feet as he makes the smooth, red line straight down the subject’s chest. The sharp edge splits the skin and opens it, and the blood immediately rushes out. He watches in morbid fascination as warm rivers of blood flow down to the dip in the stomach, rolling off the ribs with a beautiful vibrancy.

He reaches his hands into the ravine it makes, gloves stained red and blood slicking up his arm and filling the room with that repeating shlck, shlck, shlck. The predictable shiver of pleasure he always gets slithers into his brain and activates something he rarely feels, but in moments like these. He takes a deliberate breath and pulls himself back together not even a second later; he can take care of it later tonight, if he’s lucky enough to be able to remember the feeling.  

He can’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust at the way the intestines slime together, the familiar squelching of bloody fluids. It always gets everywhere — point in case, disdainfully, as it slips from him when he tries to place it on the plastic covered counter — and the inevitability only adds to his disgust. 

He shudders. In this line of work, very few things truly disgust him. This never fails to. There’s a reason why humans aren’t his favorite subjects. Rabbits, small dogs, even raccoons — they’re the easiest to handle. Humans are… probably the worst.

Regardless, this is what The Master asks for. What The Master Wants, The Master Gets. He will carefully package every part of this precious, beautiful body, from all ten carefully pedicured toenails, to the billions of billions of strands of hair upon the subject’s head. It’s what he’s asked of him. 

Besides, he'd be lying if he said a part of him — a rather large part of him (eight inches, to be exact) — didn’t enjoy it. There was a thrill to the chase. An excitement to the cut. 

@nosebleedclub april xv. vivisection

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Whumpy Art History, Part 3: The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp

Artist: Rembrandt Year: 1632 Medium: Oil on canvas Dimensions: 216.5 cm × 169.5 cm (85.2 in × 66.7 in) Location: Mauritshuis, The Hague Style: Baroque Dutch Golden Age

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VITAL

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Two dissected heads by Jacques-Fabien Gautier d'Agoty, 1748.

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most European countries in the 18th century: if you kill people we are legally allowed to dissect your body, because you’ve done something reprehensible and we don’t care about your soul anymore

The UK, in 1832: well if you didn’t want to be dissected, you should’ve tried not being poor, bitch