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In my critically-acclaimed minicomic Soul Searching, a scientist obsessed with finding the location of the soul in his own body commits himself to horrifying live vivisection. It comes with a five-page Vat Booklet, and Three Accordian Microcomics which store conveniently in the front of the vat! Each copy of the minicomic is individually numbered and painstakingly hand-crafted!
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The sea is beautiful, and so are its creatures, but not all humans are respectful of those most mysterious creatures out there, and most do not believe that merfolk exist. When a young merboy is captured, the other merfolk close to him must find him before it's too late, and they need help to do it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything! TW: Kidnapping NOTE: PETER AND TONY DO NOT DIE IN THIS FIC!
Bad Things Happen Bingo
Vivisection
Peter never wanted to know how much pain he could experience before he passed out from it.
TW: Kidnapping, non-consensual drug use, attempted murder, vivisection, pain
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my plot.
@augusnippets day 4
Amputation / Degloving / Vivisection
Noncon surgery (not described), restraints, past death mention
Whumpee squirmed against the metal cuffs locking them to the table, fastened around their wrists, ankles, throat, and hips.
The lights above shined blindingly as whumpee laid, listening to Whumper hum and prepare his tools.
A repetitive 'shink, shink, shink' echoed through the basement— Whumper was sharpening his knives. Whumpee whimpered, pulling at the metal again– no use.
Suddenly, the table moved. It tilted until whumpee was nearly in a standing position, a few inches off the floor. The metal dug into their wrists, making them wince.
"Alright, 004. It's time to begin your surgery." Whumper was in his white labcoat and black gloves, looking eager as ever. "Let's get you marked up, yes?"
Whumper held a black marker and approached Whumpee, starting between their pecs and drawing a dotted line down to their belly button. Then, he started at the top again and drew two diagonals, pointing out towards their shoulders.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper, panicked. "Is this where you're cutting?!" they cried, tensing up.
"Yes, yes. Just a quick vivisection, dear." Whumper pulled over a few machines and monitors, hooking Whumpee up to them. "Going to see if I can keep a subject alive all the way through."
Whumpee promptly started screaming for help, thrashing desperately.
"Good, good, get that out of your system. I'll try to keep you from dying of shock, okay? I'm administering a small dose of sedative— just enough to keep you relaxed. Don't fall asleep, though. Got it?"
Whumpee pressed themself into the wall, eyes wide. "No! No, no! Stop, you're not gonna—"
"Do I need to remove your vocal cords while I'm poking around in there? You don't even have a reason to be screaming yet." Whumper cleared his throat, pressing a button on a camera that faced Whumpee. The little red dot lit up, and Whumper talked into it.
"Today is August 4th, 20XX. We'll be attempting an exploratory vivisection on subject 004. Goals are to diagnose any internal issues, and to see if we can keep this one alive." Whumper turned to Whumpee, raising his scalpel with a grin.
"Fourth time's a charm."
@augusnippets just realized i forgot to tag this, my bad >,<
I love dissections
Thinking about Danny Phantom but as found footage/analogue horror. Like, it works SO incredibly well and I'm a bit obsessed.
Inexplicably grainy FentonWorks lab footage? A ghost dissection video log that gets more disturbing the longer it goes on? Ambiguous morality? Distorted imagery? Something being very, very wrong with the Fenton's son?
The proto-portal test footage from the 80s???? followed by hospital quarantine reports describing what a fatal dose of ecto-contaminants looks like? Which is then interrupted by Ṽ̵͇͍̓̒̕l̷̛͕̜̞̬͒̔͑̾̊͊a̷̝̰͕̗͇̣̓́́d̶̢̬̳̗̻̖̄̒̓̈́͌̚̕ ̴̡̛̱̱́́͆͠ͅw̷͎̬̠͒̐́̈́̈̇̚ā̵̢̢̛͔͙́͒̚͝k̴̡̹̘̻̜͇̬̍̏̄͂̊̀͠i̸̙͋͗̄ṅ̸̢̳̻̠̦̬͌̍͐͐̅͠g̶͇̥̮̦̗͑̃͘ ̶̨̏̈́̆͠ṳ̷͉̩̮̙̄̇͜p̸̧̡̹̗͇͘ and turning the hospital upside down?
Goretober 5: Vivisection
I really couldn’t think of anything for this.
I’ve been missing the past few days posts so I’ll just throw them all onto one big one
7- Experiment (Mei)
‘Day 2776, Specimen 13594- The specimen seems less responsive today, reacting less during interactions, and refusing to speak a word. No matter how much we encourage it. Today we intend to look further into the biology of the artificial life we have created, hoping to understand more of the nature of the Cursed Gene and its unnatural abilities that defy the laws of nature. Our staff are setting up as of now, and we shall begin now. 13:55, Experimentation begun.’
8- Drugged up (Cortez)
‘Bright whirls colours and flashing lights, a spinning world of wonderful excitement. Visions of pretty rainbows and laughing and laughing dogs as they howl and cry in the chaos of his mind. A joyous and beautiful moment of relief into a spiralling descent of delusions and hallucinations.’
9- Fungi (Lena)
‘She didn’t understand what was happening, why her flowers had shrivelled up a died, only to be replaced with painful fungi forcing its way through her skin. All of what made her feel complete, ripped away. Pain and streaks of blood taking their place, unbearable to even endure. Had she done something wrong? Had she not done her duty right? Was she… being eaten away? Thought after thought swirled through her mind as the wings of the mushrooms on her face ate up the remaining fragments of her vision.’
10- Vivisection (Ellis)
‘Sometimes, there is only one option in order to move forward. You just gotta do what you need to do to survive.’
La science a t-elle des limites ?
~ Encre de chine 10 x 12 cm ~ Baldo
The T in LGBTQ stands for Tvivisection :)
Moth and Taxidermist
Augusnippets day 4: amputation | degloving | vivisection
Word count: 497
Trigger warnings: violence, injury (exposed bone, collapsed lung), blood, implied/referenced vivisection
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Karmic fights, he swears. The moment he’s certain that the hostages have been freed, those viscera-stinking shadows slinking back to—to his father, he attacks. This man hasn’t seen him since he was small; he has no idea how quick Karmic is, how sharp his claws are. If he can strike first, fast, then—
At the same time his hand swipes a chunk out of the side of his father’s face and neck, there’s a familiar pain piercing his chest.
His father had demonstrated what his bloodmist could do to someone if they breathed it in, during the ‘negotiations’ that led to Karmic going with him. It felt like Brier had punched him in the solar plexus, any breath-based magic immediately beyond him as he wheezed for breath, except it went on and on until a negligent wave of his father’s hand let him breathe fully again. It had not been a fucking pleasure, to say the least.
It is still not a fucking pleasure.
He stumbles, and that’s his undoing. One moment, he’s looking at the pale mandible his claws exposed; the next, pure black floods his vision as shadows knock him flat on his back, punching whatever air he has left out of him. He tries jackknifing back up, but can’t—the shadows have stayed, keeping him pinned down.
The swears that pour out of his mouth come loud and vehement, courtesy of his father as he heals Karmic’s lungs.
There’s a sigh as his father walks into view. Shadows are vanishing from his cheek, leaving him unblemished. “It’s the brain you have to worry about, little one,” he says.
“Fuck the shit off,” Karmic spits.
“Our brains are our only fatal weakness,” his father continues, ignoring him. “Everything else is restorable, but if we lose the organ that knows how to restore things, that means our death. Make sure to adjust your defensive combat to account for this, yes?”
“Oh, so that means your ears are full of shit, too! Makes sense, since you’re not fucking listening!”
“We’re not worrying about brains today, though,” his father says, still going on. His hand goes up, pointer finger aimed at Karmic, eyes narrowing. “We’re worrying about that crutch in your chest.”
Karmic has enough time to register his father’s finger turning black before it blurs, and there’s a ripping sound. Too late he realizes that his clothes have been sliced open larynx to navel; too late the words ‘crutch in his chest’ click together with why his torso is free of shadows;
too late he knows what his father is about to do to him.
"No," he says.
“Yes,” his father counters, kneeling gracefully. “Your heart is what killed you last time. I was happy to supply my own, but you should’ve learned how to replace it ages ago. We’re fixing that now.”
He smiles. It’s a lovely, loving, terrifying smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
The first guiding cut slides over Karmic’s sternum.