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Thriller || DuckTales AMV

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No Diggity — ROTTMNT

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Day One of TRANSFORMERS 31 DAY CREATIVE CHALLENGE…complete✨

And if it wasn’t obvious at first, my #1 Favorite Faction are the Rescue Bots.

On my soul — 40 Years of Transformers

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La Mano Delicata, Part Two

Part One

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Alberto’s father wears a thick, gold human ring on his thumb.

There’s a black stone inlaid on its surface, where a gold letter ‘M’ is engraved in sweeping, elegant, alien curves. It’s out of place beneath the surface, among the seaweed and roughly hewn stone, a world that grows at the beckoning of nature. There’s nothing natural about the ring, or the other human artifacts his father leaves scattered in their cave, and for that reason they fascinate Alberto to no end. 

Most of of what his father finds is already broken: metal spindles on strange dials that shriek when forced to turn, bottles and cups that are as clear as water or dark as the deepest depths, smooth and cool to the touch but with jagged edges that cut his fingers and palms if he’s not careful. There are smaller things, metal things, with shapes that curve and point, but their names are unknown to him because as his father likes to remind him, he isn’t Alberto’s teacher. 

Their home is far from other sea folk, almost a two hour swim in any direction if he wants to see a familiar face. Alberto was young when they moved and his memories of before are vague, but he recalls the other kids that lived near him and how they played games in the coral fields. But the solitude is good too. Alberto knows he’s learning to become self-sufficient, like his father, and he wants to become like his father more than anything. 

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Step 4: Figure out what he’s going to do for the rest of his life. 

That last one is, admittedly, turning out to be a little bit trickier. 

Sitting in the surf, the tide lapping at him every ten seconds, his entire lower half becomes blue and scaly. His tail curls comfortingly around his waist, a secret sort of hug he rarely allows for himself, especially with him being human almost 24/7 these days. 

Some illustrations for @mighty-ant’s Luca fic, La Mano Delicata.

I just watched Luca for the first time last month and it was so cute! I basically take this fic as canon. I love Alberto so much

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i literally had to stop in the middle of S3:E19 to make this. special thanks to @leo-undrgrnd for coming up with louie’s joke LAWL

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Every duck wants to rule the world 🌎

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Colors of DuckTales 💰

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It’s the 6 year anniversary of DuckTales! Let’s give a shoutout to be the best reboot out there!

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the mad dogs are the warriors that built this town

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Raph is under surface pressure

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Turtles can’t hold us - RotTMNT edit

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i’m already planning a mutant mayhem amv (and maybe more than one!) but i gotta wait until i can download a high quality version of the movie 😞