#Death mention but it's DHMIS

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Since you sent me an ask, I'll send you one too: 20 for our blorbos?

20. Confessions

For the longest time, he'd been in denial. He wasn't even fond of the woman who just happened to live in this house with him and their old Students (and the one who taught dreams and always seemed inebriated, or the one who lived in the fuse box when she wasn't tinkering with this electrical contraption or that, but they were easy enough to ignore), he told himself for weeks. Once that had passed, he admitted there was some fondness, but a begrudging sort; the kind you feel towards one you admit is a worthy rival.

Until the day she didn't return to the house when he assumed she would after he'd won their latest "game". At first, Tony had assumed she was playing with him, waiting for him to let his guard down in order to get back at him for a surprise attack. So he'd stayed alert, albeit doing his best to act as though he wasn't concerned in the slightest. He didn't want to give her any sort of satisfaction of making her believe he was nervous, much less afraid. But then hours passed and she never returned, and Tony found himself genuinely....afraid. He didn't know what had happened to Paige, and started to consider the possibility that she may not return. His heart had raced, ticking in his ears so quickly and with so much force he was almost expecting it to pound through his ribs like a jackhammer.

Tony didn't remember much of what happened between the second the fear of never seeing Paige again set in, and her stepping through the front door, complaining about bodybags and autopsy tables and the rudeness of the examiner to just cut up her favorite dress. He only remembered the rush of relief he felt upon hearing her voice again.

And it was that memory that brought him to this moment, standing over the body of the Concept of Creativity and holding a single rose, blood-red in color, in his hand. It had taken some time to reach this point, but eventually he had accepted what his desperation and (though he was loathe to admit it) terror at the possibility of being parted from Paige for eternity truly meant; he had fallen in love with her (he made a note to keep this fact from Shrignold until he was ready to deal with the constant gushing over the fact...which would likely be never).

Once Tony had admitted how he felt to himself, there came another issue - telling Paige. Of course he had considered the obvious: simply telling her how he felt. Despite what some might assume they were perfectly capable of simply talking when they felt like it; the chases and battles and various "games" weren't the only aspects of their relationship, after all. He quickly dismissed the notion. Confessing how he felt to Paige couldn't be done in such a simple manner. Even if she reciprocated, she'd no doubt still mock him for his lack of creativity, and Tony was not in the mood for mockery; not that he ever was. And thus he came up with the solution he was currently implementing.

"I shall see you in a few hours, my dear," he said, knowing she couldn't hear him, using words that he'd used before, in a tone that was quite different from past utterances. He got to his knees beside her, carefully placing the rose in her hand while simultaneously placing a gentle kiss upon her lips, savoring both the feel and the slight coppery taste. Being careful not to disturb the rose, Tony got to his feet and went to his workshop, knowing that only time would give him the answer he was looking for.

Unfortunately for him, he instead received a death of his own at the hands of his love....but when he awoke, he found a piece of wet paper folded into his hand. Unfolding it revealed a heart - somewhat mishappened and smeared, but a heart no doubt - painted in blood. Perhaps not so unfortunate, then....

[yummycrummy]

teheheoho cutely redraws this comic @bunnieswithknives

Rest is below !!

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel like I’m probably missing some important information but I can’t think of anything else to add rn so if anything unclear just ask.

[darkwingsnark]

DUCKVEMBER 27: Spiteful Duck

STOP. Think about how uncool and hurtful it is that you won't respect Warren's preferred animal identity. Wouldn't the right choice be to call him a pesky eagle? Or maybe just call him nice things like 'best bud'? ... What's that? He dead? Oh, fuck 'em then. He was committing appropriation anyway. Pesky bee.

[cutelootsuit]

i keep thinking about the cat that duck killed. Skrunty you are alive in my heart and they take care of you 

[one-time-i-dreamt]

There was a TV show that was basically a mix of Crime Scene Kitchen and Don't Hug Me I'm Scared. One of the contestants went to the kitchen, where they had to look for clues on what to make, but they were crushed by a machine and turned into the cake the contestants were supposed to make.

[foreheadlicker69]

Inspired by a scene from one of the Re-animator movies (I'd assume Bride of Re-animator, but I'm too lazy to google it) where Herbert hands Dan the heart of his deceased girlfriend.

Looking at this I can honestly see a few similarities between Duck/Red and Herbert/Dan. I could not verbalise these similarities even if I tried, you've just gotta figure them out for yourself. Sorry.

[chokulit]

shoutout to him for being to annoying to die

(reblog this, if you will)

[maestro-of-clockwork]

From even before you were born, you are not only brought into this world, but you are of the Earth itself. When you die and are lain to rest, eventually your body returns to the Earth: every atom, every piece of your molecular structure meshes into the ecosystem of this planet.

Of course, you already know this, do you not? You are familiar. You are aware. Why, they teach you this in school! How wouldn't you know?

I feel as though many of you are forgetting something, though. A piece of information that too many of you overlook:

All of you were doomed to be oppressed by my influence. You owe your existence, even as a thought, to me. You can choose to ignore it to spite me, but in the most obscure corners of your consciousness, you know that I am right.

Even after your consciousness and awareness dies, I will continue to have a stranglehold on you. What separates the situation is that, while you are alive, you have the misfortune of being cognisant of this.

You have the misfortune to realise that you should be thanking me for everything you know and love...or everything you know and hate.

Isn't it wonderful to know that, beyond your surface knowledge of who I am as a person, I am in control of your lives in more ways than you could possibly fathom?

And, even if you were already aware of this, isn't it wonderful that I am generous enough to give you the reminder?

[popeetoester]

some dhmis thoughts about the web episode 3 cult and the tv series!

tw for mentions of death, ritual sacrifice and animal death D: (and dhmis spoilers!)

i was watching transport again and noticed what i think is lily and todney looking out of the next door window in mulhoven new town!

i thought them being shown living on the same street as roy, duck and red guy was interesting because all of those guys appeared in the third web episode malcolm cult at the end! in the family song, at the 'd is for devotion' part, they give yellow guy a gold heart necklace that looks a similar to the kind that everyone was wearing in the cult - so lily and todney's family might be involved in it too! i know it was a locket but the shape and colour might be on purpose :o

i think that if the mulhoven scene really did represent david and his death, his family and all the neighbours - or even the entire town - could have been involved with the cult when he was alive! we know roy is a #1 malcolm fan because he advertised the cult in the webseries which is commonly thought to be a tv program made by roy, and i'm sure he's not above ritual sacrifice (watch him rip people up in tv episode 3)...

duck appears as a dog (the scrunkly) in the mulhoven scene and there is also a dog in the pictures that he has in the family wallet that he says are of him, yellow guy and red guy! if duck was a dog or pet owned by david or his family when they were alive, he could have been used as a sacrifice to malcolm... maybe they would take david's dog and bring him back a replacement without him noticing. this might be represented by how often he dies in the series and needs replacing by lesley, or there being a second duck in the window with roy even when duck dog is already in the scene! there's also the duck family song and stain edwards.. so many ducks!

i'm not sure if the cult could have had anything to do with david's death, and i don't even know if the malcolm cult sacrifices anything other than gravel but i thought this was a cool idea!

[your-sweetest-nightmares-blog]

I binged the entire show on YouTube the day it premiered and am now about to dump my thoughts about it on you all. Warning for spoilers below the cut, obviously.

• More focus on characterization! It’s funny and rather fitting that Duck is snooty AF. Love this high and mighty gremlin grandpa. He’s one of my favorite characters.

• The phone honestly sounded like she was trying to seduce Red Guy at first. I mean, I know that just being friendly to someone doesn’t mean you’re flirting with them, obviously, but her voice just gave me such an infatuated vibe for some reason.

• I thought Duck Guy was going to swallow the coin. He did not, in fact, swallow the coin.

• Everything Duck says is funny. “Attention freaks” and “they’re pretending they don’t respect me” are my favorite quotes of his so far.

• As a person who likes the sound of screaming, the screaming in this show is lovely.

• Speaking of screaming, Red Guy screams a bit in this show. 1.) I never thought I’d hear him scream and 2.) I think he happens to scream the perfect amount for someone in his situation.

• Duck’s coffin shenanigans were pretty funny. End of story.

• When you meet a business man, you must shake him by the hand! When you meet a family man, you must shake him by the hand! When you meet the choo-choo man, yoU MUST SHAKE HIM BY THE HA-! 🎶

• “There’s Four of Us” was even cuter than “There’s Three of Us”!

• The teacher cameos are nice. Crazy how the gang are so chill with them now, huh? Larry sounds different (maybe that’s his Sober Voice) and Steak Guy’s appearance genuinely startled me. No sketchbook, though. Wonder if we’ll see her again?

• ROY RETURNS AND WE HEAR HIM SPEAK. I don’t get why he ate the Freak Family, though.

• *When Duck Guy and Red Guy start fighting over who the dad is* Me: Ladies, please! You both can be the dad.

• Fr though, when Duck said he is the dad and Yellow is the pet, I deadass thought he was going to say that Red is the mum.

• Duck looks so fab in drag. ✨

• What’s with the Colin plant at the start of episode 4? Can Colin dispense seeds or computer chips that act as seeds or something?

• Colin said “I love you.” 🥰

• The gang fighting killed me. Yellow Guy really went at the other two with a CHAINSAW. Imagine being one of the teachers in the house when this was happening lmao. And I’m pretty sure Duck called either Yellow or Red a bastard as well.

• Also, is it just me, or are they generally much meaner to each other now? Maybe it’s because we didn’t get many interactions in the web series.

• In fact, how did they end up living together under one roof in the first place? They can’t even eat food together in peace.

• Let’s be honest here: Duck is probably going to do with that rock what he wanted to do to the Mayor’s prized bowling ball. “Private business”, ey? Also, my man is definitely down bad for that shredder.

• Those three legit drove a “corpse” through the wall and went on long ass ride with it. Would that be considered grand theft auto or kidnapping? Maybe both?

• Poor Red Guy. :( He just wants a happier life away from the teachers’ horrid lessons. :(

• The scene with the Time Child and Tony’s “They’re not here!” was pretty cool. What a time to leave the house, am I right?

• My least favorite teacher is Warren the worm/eagle. Sorry to those who like him, but the little motherfucker is insufferable in my (rat) eyes. He does need friends, though.

• “WHAT ABOUT MY SHREDDER?~” 🎶

• Come to think of it, all of Duck’s songs are straight fire. 🔥

• The whole “I like looking at you” scene was ✨Gay✨ and no one can tell me otherwise.

• Also, the “Why don’t you experiment on each other?” scene that came before that was sort of fruity as well. Duck Guy: 😏 “So, would you be keen-“ Red Guy: 😒🤚“You’re not to touch me.” I feel that most of the fandom slept on this moment.

• LESLEY!!! I wonder if she is aware of what Roy did?

• Something about this show gave me a sort of “off” feeling for some reason, but other than that, I enjoyed it. I hope we get another season.

[woodworkzz]

Ship: IceHell padlock

Prompt word: grief

(hey, do you guys wanna see something sad?)

Warnings: gore, death, hallucinations, suicide. Also if you're icky about maggots they're mentioned once so maybe sit this one out

A concept's body might be strong, but their mind is very weak. Their emotions are always intense and unpredictable, and what'd be a tragic, but bearable event to a human might be the breaking point of a concept.

Concepts, for being mostly immortal, struggle to comprehend the death of one of their own. They don't know how to properly grieve. How to understand and digest the death of someone meant to live forever?

A concept's death might be another concept's descent into madness.

She had planned a good ambush, he was willing to admit that. Paige, however, didn't account for his sword pointed out in front of him, and impaled herself on the blade. She now stood on weakened legs, looking down at the black metal with wide eyes as it was painted over with a coat of vermilion.

"Fuck." She rasped out, her hands hovering over the length of the sword, yet doing nothing. She coughs up the blood accumulating on her punctured lung, and the curls on her hair slowly begin to straighten.

"Tough luck, dear." Tony replied, his face unreadable except for his glistening yellow eyes. He sweeps her feet from under her and Paige crashes to the floor, the sword recklessly ripped out of her ribcage as she went down. The blood spurts out, now running wildly across her dress and the floorboards. She makes a choked noise as she hits the floor, coughing up more blood.

Tony waited, even expected, for Paige to counterattack, to kick at his shins or at least run away. But she just lied down where he'd dropped her, looking at him with melancholy as blood poured out of the gaping wound between her ribs. A sensation of unease crawled down his spine and settled in his stomach.

"What, are you dead already?" He questions bitterly, nudging at her waist with the tip of his boot. A new burst of blood seeps from her mouth and runs down the sides of her jaw as her chest convulses. Weakly, she shakes her head no.

"Did you give up, dear? What a shame..." He grins. "Would you like a mercy kill?"

"Yes, but-" Another coughing fit, and another mouthful of blood seeps out. "Before you do that, I have to say something."

"Go ahead, then." He replies, posing his sword right over her heart.

"I love you."

His eyebrows rise, and his expression changes to one of a pleasant surprise. "Adorable. You know, Paige," He steps on her left shoulder, pinning her in place. Something snaps. "I love myself too."

In one swift move, the sword pierces her chest and slices through her heart. She barely had time to let out a pathetic little gasp before going fully limp. With little care, he pulls out his sword from her mutilated chest, choosing to leave her body where it was.

Paige had acted so strange... Once she got up, he could ask why so little resistance. With that thought, Tony made his way upstairs. He needed a shower after all that.

Once he got out, though, with his hair still dripping and a towel wrapped around his hips, he looked down the stairs for any sign of Paige's recovery. Only to find her laid down in the exact same way he had left her, the gashes in her chest as open as he had made them.

Perhaps he had done more damage than he'd imagined, he concluded. And with that, Tony headed to his room to get dressed and finish some projects.

Perhaps two hours after the fact, Tony heard the shocked exclamations from their three little victims coming from the living room. That irked his curiosity. Was Paige still there, unconscious and healing, after two hours? If she was, she should be nearly done by now. No need for such a reaction.

He trots downstairs, only to find Paige exactly as he had left her two hours ago. Still on the floor, still with her chest torn open, still dead. Tony found that, now that the adrenaline and thrill of the hunt came down, the scene became much more unsettling, especially since Paige refused to heal and get up already.

For reasons not even he could explain, Tony carried Paige to his room, setting her down on his bed. A flashlight made the wounds glisten, now crusted and dark, barely hiding the shattered bones underneath. She felt abnormally cold, and her hair seemed more and more opaque by the minute.

If he had any doubt before, now he was certain something was wrong. But he'd rather ignore the possible outcomes. He changed into his night clothes and tucked Paige in before climbing into bed, mindless to the congealed blood sticking to the covers. He drifted to sleep as his hand held hers, already cold and stiff.

.

The room awoke with the pungent smell of decaying matter and blood. Not that Tony noticed, since he had grown used to it during the night.

"Paige, dear," He sweetly calls, tapping at her hollow cheeks. Her head tilts towards him, unresponsive. "It's time to wake up."

She doesn't move an inch. He reaches for her shoulder and shakes her, ignoring the unnatural way her shoulder dislocated from its socket. "Paige, wake up."

Again, no reply from her. "Fine," he huffs. "Keep sleeping, then. I won't wait for you."

He dresses up and settles down his hair as best as he can before walking downstairs towards the kitchen. The trio is already there, and curiously enough, they all wince as he approaches.

"Good morning, you three." He bluntly greets, pushing Harry out of the way so he could grab his favorite mug. "Paige is sleeping in again. Leave the table set for her once you're done."

Harry and Robin eye each other with unease. Besides the awful smell of stale blood and rot Tony seemed to not notice, he also struggled to understand that something was wrong with Paige. Normally, their bodies don't rot or smell like much other than blood before they heal. From the scent alone, it was clear to the rest of the household that Paige wasn't healing.

"Tony." Harry called, having gathered just enough courage to do so.

"Yes?"

"... I don't think Paige is coming back."

Tony chuckles, awfully jovial as he sips on his fresh coffee. "What do you mean? We always come back! You should know that better than anyone."

"Tony, your room smells like something died in there. We both know Paige isn't sleeping in. I don't know what you did, but she's not healing this time."

"Yes she is."

"She isn't, man. She's rotting up there-"

"She is not rotting!" He yells, and takes a second to catch his breath. His yellow eyes frantically wander around the room as he shakily adjusts his hair. "She's just... Sleeping. She'll wake up soon, and... And you're just trying to get under my skin."

This time, Robin spoke up. "Tony, we all know it's hard to accept death,"

"Paige isn't dead!"

"But you can't keep her corpse in your room! In two or three days it'll be filled with maggots! Is that what you want for her?"

Tony's shoulders slump, his yellow eyes fixated on the floor despite his insistence in keeping his chin up. The image of maggots festering inside Paige, eating her entrails and desecrating her flesh brought him a sense of guilt and dread he never thought he'd feel.

He mutters. "Give her time. If she doesn't wake up until noon, I'll rid us of the body myself."

"You wanna keep a corpse in the house-"

"Robin, leave him alone. Noon isn't too far, we can just open the windows to air the house out later."

Robin huffs, but eventually agrees.

Noon comes and goes, and Paige hasn't moved a muscle. Without a single word, Tony carries her out to the backyard and buries her amidst her precious garden. The flowers and leaves seem to bow in mourning as she's lowered to the ground and covered by dirt, becoming one with her beloved plants, feeding their beauty and their venom the same way they had fed hers.

He doesn't come back inside for hours, lying down next to thorns and leaves and a freshly covered grave. The first signs of a storm begin to form, and as the rain pours he can only think about how she'd love to watch the storm. He doesn't care about the water soaking his hair, or the mud dirtying his clothes. If he could will the plants to take over his body with their roots and consume him alive, he surely would do so. It would only be fair, now that he had taken Paige away forever.

Or maybe not, a small voice in his head chimes. Maybe she's still here in a way. Maybe she's watching the rain with him right now.

That's a much more comfortable thought, he hazily concludes, as his body temperature quickly rises. He could almost feel her there, hear her footsteps... His vision was blurry, but if Tony stretched out his hand, he was sure he'd find Paige's hair sprawled next to him. He could still hear her laughter ring in his ears, and her skirt ruffles as she leans down next to him.

"Come on," A feminine voice whispers in his ear. "Let's go inside. It's cold out here."

He found himself in a trance, following that wispy image of Paige into the house without even thinking. She disappears at the doorway, and he searches for her with the dependency of a dog looking for its owner.

"Paige?" He calls, looking around the house. "Where'd you go?"

"Up here!" She calls, from the top of the staircase.

He sprints after her, watching as she calmly turns around and enters his room. Her hand makes a motion as if to push the door open further, but it doesn't move.

He rushes upstairs and leans into his room, catching his breath. Paige was sat on his bed, the mattress unaffected by her weight.

"Paige, what happened to you today?"

"Nothing happened, silly. I'm right here, see?" She giggles, and warmth spreads across his chest at the sound of her laughter.

He sighs. "You just seemed so... Sad. You didn't even fight back."

"I'm sorry about that. I guess I was just having a bad day."

"That's alright. Just don't leave me alone like that again. Please."

"I won't."

.

After a restless attempt at sleeping, Tony bitterly gets up from the bed, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he adjusts his clothes and puts on his slippers. His thoughts were previously plagued by visions of blood and broken bones tainting perfectly white skin, but now a glass of water was his main interest.

He goes out to the corridor, glancing with annoyance at the heavy rain pattering against the windows, and almost makes his way to the staircase before he spots a black and white figure standing at the far end of the corridor. It was pitch black, but Paige's dress and her face seemed dimly luminous, reflecting onto her hair and the dark ink which coated her limbs.

She doesn't seem happy, he brilliantly concluded in his half awake state.

"You were just gonna sleep it off, huh?" She called out, her arms crossing over her chest.

"What-"

"You don't even regret it!" She shrieks. "You ruined me, you left me to rot and you don't even care!"

Tony raises both hands defensively. "Paige, please, it's not like that..."

"You miserable excuse of a man, you couldn't even say you loved me back as I died in front of you!"

Paige uncrosses her arms, and Tony notices a small red stain on her chest. The stain grows with ever flowing blood, ripping effortlessly through her dress to show ragged, mangled flesh and broken ribs.

"I didn't know..." He whined, tears filling his eyes. "I thought you'd come back."

"I wasted my last words to say I loved you! And you used them to stroke your own ego... You disgust me." Blood poured out of the gaping wound in Paige's chest, dirtying her skirt. Slightly to the left, her heart hanged open with a clean slice.

"I'm sorry, I'll do better-"

Thunder roared outside, and a flash of lightning made Paige disappear for only a second. Her laughter, however, echoed in his ears even louder than the storm.

"You don't have any time left for that. You'll just have to live with what you've done. And I'll be here to remind you of what you did to me." Her eyes widen, and her grin grows. "Forever."

Tony didn't know when he had ended up on the floor, gripping onto the railing with such strength the wood began to rapidly age. But he came to that realization as the feeling of Harry's hand shaking him by the shoulder got him out of his trance. Robin handed him his much desired glass of water, and both listened as he explained his encounter.

"Dude, I know this is hard to hear, but Paige isn't here anymore. You didn't really see her."

"Yes I did, and... And she was yelling at me, you must've heard that!"

"We heard you talking to yourself. That's why we came to check on you."

Tony looks back at the end of the corridor, but Paige is nowhere to be found. Her laughter echoes, very faintly, in his mind.

Lightning flashes once again, and the silhouette of a woman towering over the three of them causes Tony to wince and hide his head in his hands. Paige's eyes flashed with the lightning, pinprick pupils aimed at him.

"... You still seeing her?"

"She's right here..." He mutters, breaking down sobbing.

"She isn't, that's all in your head!" Robin speaks, perhaps a tad impatiently. "That's your brain making you feel guilty. Paige didn't come back to haunt you."

"You could say she's haunting him, in a way."

.

"What do you want from me?" He sobbed, while Paige's apparition stood balanced on one foot, weightless, on the edge of his bed.

Paige grins at him. "I want you to never forget what you've done. But," She walks across the mattress, carelessly stepping over him without any weight, both her feet stopping on his ribcage. Even with her lack of mass, Tony feels the lack of space in his lungs. "You could do something for me."

"What is it?"

"You know," She leaps to the floor, landing on the hardwood floors next to his bed without so much as a thump. The chest of her dress is once again a pristine white. "They didn't throw away my pills."

Tony waits in silence for her to continue.

"You know what to do," Paige smiles, almost sweetly so, and signs with her head towards the door. "If they taste too bad, put them in your coffee, dear."

"Of course, love." He nods, mindlessly making his way to the kitchen.

Three medicine flasks worth of pills were dumped into boiling water, with no bother to read their labels. Tony always found those chemical compositions too hard to understand, anyway. He didn't know exactly how Paige did it, but this amount of medicine should be enough, regardless of what they're used for.

At last, the dark liquid was done, served in Tony's favorite mug. He didn't know why, but once he was faced with the task of drinking it, he suddenly felt discouraged. Should he really..?

Paige's dress shone from the doorway, her pale face displaying a kind expression rarely seen on her. "Go ahead," Her voice was soft and gentle. "We'll see each other soon, darling."

That trance took over him once again, and with a blank mind he downed the entire mug at once, ignoring the unfamiliar bitter taste of the medicine overpowering the coffee itself. He finishes the cup with a dry heave, his tongue gagging him in protest of the overly bitter taste.

"Very well, dear!" Paige smiled, clapping. "I'll see you soon!"

"Before you go," Tony calls, already feeling his legs go weak as his stomach rebels against the revolting drink. "Can I tell you something?"

"Go ahead!" She excitedly says, ignoring how Tony drops to the floor with trembling hands and a dry mouth.

He takes a second to catch his breath, struggling to keep the mixture in his stomach.

"I..." A spasm takes over him, his body curling uncomfortably tight into itself. His throat dries and his airways tighten near completely. "Love you... Too."

"Adorable, hun. I'll be waiting for you!"

With that, Paige vanishes, leaving Tony trembling and contorting his own body unnaturally on the cold kitchen floor. His eyes were dry and pained, but his body was dripping with sweat on account of the violent shivers that took over him. He hit his own head on the tiled floor multiple times, and along with the medicine overriding his brain, his sights were quickly going out. A disgusting foam dribbled out of his mouth, choking him as it crawled up his throat.

But none of that mattered. He didn't want a quick, or painless death. He'd do anything, no matter how complex or excruciating it'd be. He'd go through this a thousand times if it were necessary.

He just wanted to be with Paige again.

[yummycrummy]

He likes to get a lil silly (before stabbing his friend in the eye ^_^) @bunnieswithknives

[darkwingsnark]

Duckvember: Loutish Duck

Oh ho! Silly Duck, that’s not proper table manners! How do YOU think Duck could have handled his anger?

[creative-time]

Ima be honest I was really expecting a really fucked up embalming scene in episode 2 of the tv series,

Gets a little descriptive of the embalming process under the cut

Like, imagine with me if you will, Duck being embalmed alive, like his jaw being stapled shut, his eyelids being stuck in place by those spikey contacts and his blood being drained and replaced with embalming fluid.

It would be like a callback to og dhmis 5 but 1,000,000 times more fucked up

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

When Paige and Tony kill each other on purpose as part of their unusual game/flirtation/foreplay, they tend to hide the body in an “interesting” place and wait for them to revive and return. 

However, on the (pretty rare) occasion that the death is accidental, or caused by someone else, rather than do the usual routine of hiding the body, they actually stay with them until they wake up again.