#aveyondfan

[askademonhogandhisboy]

“...Merely messing, of course... or am I?”

[forceswap-blog]

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~ No, it’s... It’s fine. ~ I suppose I’ll have to tell my side of the story, huh? I’ll try to be quick. ~ It.. still hurts to think about. ------

[ask-gemini-man]

Y-you're cute. *turns bright red*

no need to tell me twice~ (but it wouldn’t hurt)

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

✒︎ Issimo

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.  

Issimo tried to eat a ghost pepper once, on a dare from Rubble.

He never made that mistake again.

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

✒︎ Issimo

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.        

Issimo likes ghost hunting shows, and records them to watch in his free time.

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

⚡️⚠️

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

Issimo doesn’t like storms per say (and certainly not getting caught out in them)…but he will admit that heavy rain against a window and the distant rumble of thunder have a certain calming appeal.

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

Though Issimo prefers to go into dangerous situations with a plan in one hand and six contingencies in the other, he’s hardly known for following those plans through. He reacts first, and tries to salvage the mission second. It…usually works out fine.

….usually.

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

♀What’s Issimo’s favorite pastime?

Send me ♀ plus a question and my muse’s mother will answer!

“Would it be too predictable if I said ‘music’?” Octavia asked back with a smile.

“It sounds like a cop-out, I know, but 내 아기 spent all of his free time at concerts, open mic nights, recording booths we weren’t using at the time, the instrument show room…” She laughed. “You couldn’t have kept him away from the rhythm if you’d tried.”

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

😰

Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares!

When Gospel woke up, he found Issimo already awake, and sitting on the floor beside his bed. Confused, the caninoid made an inquisitive whining sound. Had his friend suffered another nightmare? But the Reploid just shook his head, and opened the E-Tank on the floor next to him.

“I...don’t have the words to describe what I think I dreamed about.” Issimo took a sip. “But maybe I should cut back on those fizzy, fruity energy drinks...” He thought out loud. “I think they’re messing with me.”