DETECTIVE IPLIER: A NIGHT OF NOIR
A MOODBOARD FOR THE WORLD-RENOWNED DETECTIVE
It was a dark night, the moon was out, and rain softly fell outside the window. I was working late at night; midnight had just chimed in the background, when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. Quickly the door opened, and there standing at the threshold was a beautiful blonde weeping in front me. “What’s wrong, Miss?” I questioned, waiting for a response. “Please Detective Iplier, you have to help me, Chica’s missing!”
My personal headcanons for Detective Iplier is that he loves to narrate his life in the third person just like the old classic detective movies. He’s a hopeless romantic; he’s seen a lot of dark stuff so he likes to have that contrast of happy endings in his life. He’s color-blind so he can only see the world in black and white. He’s friends with The Host and Dr. Iplier and Rivals with Wilford, and has always been uneasy around Dark. And even its terrible for his health he’ll smoke when he’s stressed and between you and me he has been known to have a drink on occasion even though Doc as told him to stop.
LOVE IT. I HOPE MARKIPLIER SEES THIS. THIS NEEDS TO BE A THING.
I AM REDUCED TO TYPING IN ALLCAPS OUT OF FANNISH GLEE.
(But seriously, he had to have known mentioning it in Dream Daddy would spark a response. And I’d just love to see him take a crack at a detective-noir inspired comedy sketch. With his flair for dramatic narration, it’d be AMAZEBALLS.)