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ninjapoet:

18 spun on his heels, hands still twisted in his synthetic hair, eyes still narrowed with tension. 

Rule #1: Always post the rules. Rule #2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 10 new ones. Rule #3: Tag 11 new people and link them in this post Rule #4: Tell them you tagged them.

Here it goes.

1- What’s your favourite book?

My favorite book is called Dante and Aristotle Discover the Secrets of the Universe. Despite the long title and mouthful, it is honestly one of the most raw books I've ever read.

2- If you could visit one place on Earth, where would you go?

I think I'd really like to go to Amsterdam? Amsterdam has held a close place in my heart and I'd love to go to another country, so.

3- If you could visit any point in history, where and when would you go (past or future)?

This is a hard one. Um. I think I might want to go witness people being released from the Concentration Camps.  That point and time.

4- Name one hobby/activity you do outside of tumblr.

I'm part of a Theatre Company, and while our season is done, we have auditions in about two weeks. (So heads up!) But acting is someone I want to do the rest of my life, so.

5- Name someone who inspires you.

My sister is actually really inspiring? She's made it so far from a few years back and means a lot to me.

6- What got you into the fandom (tmnt or whatever fandom you currently dig)?

I'm gonna talk about FMA, because that's my jam. I got into FMA around 2009. Right as Brotherhood was being unraveled, but I watched the original and made an Alphonse RP Blog, long abolished, and I don't really RP with that fandom anymore, but it's still close to me.

7- What’s your favourite food?

WOW THIS IS HARD. Probably waffles. I really. I like breakfast food.

8- What’s your favourite kind of music?

I listen to everything. But I just saw these guys in concert, so there's an idea. 

9- What was your favourite episode/chapter/moment etc of the fandom you’re in now?

All of it. I like. All of it. I mean, in truth, I haven't seen EVERY TMNT episode. But I grew up with the Gator In The Sewers episode! With Leatherhead and all that. But I also grew up with that one episode with the amulet sucking April and the gang into a weird magic world. Those two are my favorites, really.

10- If you could learn any language, what would it be and why?

French, because I really like it and it's a pretty language but my french teacher has brought me to earnestly loathe it.

My questions are:

What are you currently listening to?

Quote something that spoke to you. (It could be lyrics, could be a book quote, something someone said, anything.)

Name 3 facts about yourself.

How many pillows do you use to sleep with?

Since it's summer, do you like to swim?

How many stuffed animals are on your bed? Come on, I know you have at least one.

Do you have a sweet tooth? What's your favorite sweet thing?

If you lit a candle right now, what would it smell like?

What was the last movie you watched?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

18's icy eyes spotted his old friend and he couldn't stop himself from laughing. It was a sudden, striking sound, against the eerie murmurs that n abandoned building supplied, and it faded out just as quickly as the robot strode closer and cocked his head at the turtle.

"You're not as sparkly as ya used to be, I'll be honest here," he began, suppressing another chuckle, "oh, but you don't know how loooong I have been waiting to see you, Michelangelo, I wanted to see your face after everything I did. You do know, don't you? I'm famous now, I must be- but eh, I suppose the details don't matter too much."

He wasn't exaggerating, it was incredible and terrifying what a killer robot could do once it removed that irritating guilt that nips at the minds of tiny humans. The AI that his creators built was torn to shreds and positively unbreakable. There was self-preservation, money, satisfaction and room for no more desires. He'd aligned himself with the richest, most awful people he could find; they were too afraid of death to refuse any proposal he offered them, and with every insincere handshake came more of those few things he'd grown addicted to. It went without saying that no matter how bloody his footsteps became they couldn't even rival his visions of the future.