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MatPat as The Detective in Escape the Night

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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Voyeur may not have as many powers as the rest of the gods, being lesser in power and stature, but that didn’t bother them. The powers that they did have were incredibly useful. The one that they used a majority of the time earned them the label of ‘creep’ and ‘nosy little shit’ from various other gods — the ability to disappear into the background without being noticed.

Tonight, though, they had left the realm of the gods. And here they are, on Earth, casually lounging on Hina’s couch, laying on their stomach, kicking their legs in the air. Their arms are propped up on their elbows, and they’re holding Hina’s missing candle snuffer, turning it over in their hands. They’re wondering if it would be a dick move to reveal themselves now. It would be such a cinematic moment, though!

Eh, fuck it. They've been namedropped already. Might as well.

"Actually, it's very much something I would do," they say, resting their chin in their hands. A sly smile waits to greet the Goddess as they tilt their head to the side, holding the candle snuffer in one hand.

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There was no one in the house tonight. Heavy rain pelted the windows, and the door was locked to ensure that it wouldn’t slam open and damage her nice walls. Earth was strange like that. In the realm of the gods, the weather stayed the same, unless you were expecting a visit from a being associated with an element. At the same time, it was fascinating to see what the clouds were truly capable of from below. The full picture could never be seen from above.

This meant that she could lower her guard, just a little. The golden tint faded from her eyes as the markings to frame her jaw returned. For tonight, she could preserve some of her energy. Even that did not prepare her for the disappearance of the lit candle that should be on the windowsill. When she turned away and looked back, it had returned, but at the cost of the candle snuffer being lifted when she made the mistake of putting it down. At last, she stepped back, frowning as a hand rested on her hip.

“I don’t understand. I am sure it was here a moment ago…” Hina’s musings were soft as she decided to lift the white candle with both hands and blow it out. There was a bittersweet smile. “It’s almost like something Voyeur would do.” 

Hidden amongst humans had made her lower her expectations to be visited by a familiar presence. She had yet to turn and see the culprit of the mischief.

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(voyeur’s being nosy and loud, so i’m letting them bother muses. prepare for god chaos in your askbox!

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like this for voyeur to invade ur askbox

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(oh yeah i write abe now! he’s more of a test muse. hmu if u want plots!

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“Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”

[ - @scriptvoiid ! >:D ]

Abe leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, regarding the Actor with a bit of apprehension. The pay’s more than good for the work he’s being offered, but something’s… off. About this job. About this house. About Elegy. He doesn’t know what it is, and he can’t put a finger on it.

He shrugs his shoulders. There’s definitely something wrong, but it’s not like he’s in a position to question it.

“…fine. I’ll help,” he replies. Scouring the news shouldn’t be too hard at all. He pushes off of the doorway and moves towards them, offering his hand for a shake. “I guess it’s a deal, then, partner?”

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(abe muse fucking jumped me out of nowhere so i guess i'm gonna try my hand at writing him ???

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📂!!!

one hc for each muse on this blog. even the ones that aren't officially muses. minus muses that i don't have much muse for. uhhh it's a clusterfuck here on resolvedparadox.tumblr.com

tiny can whistle with grass! she's known how to do it ever since she was a little kid. she does it whenever she goes into the yard with the gang.

voyeur influenced the creation of the polaroid camera. i will not elaborate.

engineer mark used to own the tactical shovel. celci had to confiscate it after the watermelon incident.

mack will die before admitting he wears insoles to make himself look taller.

yancy can do pullups and he's very proud of it. he can only do five.

and some for daiyaverse characters bc i love them (some of them are just shitposts):

daiya once dyed his dog, pickle, green.

mori has never had a zebra cake and frankly that's a tragedy.

lukas misses his ex wife :(

jimmie has a parrot that knows how to dance. her name is cleo

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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(don’t worry, angsty dash, the jim twins will be here soon

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(lil jim twins and yancy snippets coming once i get off of work

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(i am... Considering. writing the jim twins

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(mori’s playlist is highkey Really Sad. they deserve better

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(the daiyaverse may have taken over but mack is still here for some goddamn reason. like this for a crewmate mack in your inbox!

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Daiya scoffs at the mention of his hair. He runs one hand through it with the slightest hint of an eyeroll. His hair? A mop? He's spent many years growing it out, thank you very much. At least it's not in that stupid pompadour from his high school days...

"I was gonna say the color's cute, then you went and insulted my hair, so." he says, a teasing note in his tone as he bats her hand away.

"Frosted tips? Like what, a penguin? No thanks." He thinks that maybe Jimmie could benefit from an extra splash of color ⁠— as if a bowling alley carpet shirt didn't do enough, coupled with those weird holographic glasses he found on Etsy.

"Besides, even if I did want my hair dyed, I don't trust you to not turn my entire neck into some colored blotch."

>> more random dialogue prompts. // @resolvedparadox (daiya) : “did you do something different with your hair?”

"maaaaaaybe." i giggle and lean over the back of the couch. "what gave it away? the stains on my ears?" my hair's purple now. "it's not as dark as i thought it would be, but i'm thinking maybe i can try for an ombre in a few weeks."

i'm gonna have to leave it alone for a while, i think. the bleach and then color took a lot out of it. man, i've got to stop doing my own hair in the sink. it's just one of those habits that's hard to break! it's not like i can't get it done professionally, but like? it's soooo much work to go to the hairdresser when i could just pick up some color from the store and do it myself. it's not like i can't make it look good.

i flick one of daiya's cowlicks. "you ever gonna do anything with this mop? spiking it up does not count. you always make it so, crunchy." it's kind of gross. like, it's not that bad, but it's bad. "what if you frosted your tips or something? i bet one of your character people would look cute with frosted tips."

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(plotting call! like this post n i’ll invade your dms [or discord] for plots with your muse(s) involving these guys in particular!