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The Anonymous Ninja

The only thing minor about meis my minor inferiority complex. But HAY, life like me, is growth in progressšŸ¤™šŸ¼šŸŒ±ā€œbe ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you.ā€~1 Peter 3:15 + Ether 12:4 AKA Ima let Jesus handle it because if I handle it something's going to end up on fire

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So @luckycharms1701, this probably wasn’t what you meant by Femme Fatale Donnie, but this is what my brain decided to come up with so I’m tagging you with the source of inspiration.

The ANONymous Ninja
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I’m WoRkInG oN a LiTtLe SoMeThInG PlEaSe BeAr wItH mE wHiLe My BrAiN rOtS

Has this been rotting my brain for the past week? Yes. Did I completely come up with an entire brand new AU?

*Donnie voice* Nooooooooooo… of course I did….nt

AnYhOo please enjoy my concept art for my new upcoming AU ā€œšŸ–¤ The Dapper SnapperzšŸ–¤ā€

Part 2 coming soon!

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Special shout out to @doreen090 and @anobodyinabog for listening to my nonstop rambles. Love ya ladies!

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Covert AU

*comes sliding into, excitedly holding a picture like a hyperactive 5 year old*

GUYS GUYS GUESS WHAT?!

I COLORED!

for @chessman-protocol, you inspired me Broski and I just had to try and capture your Mikhal. I hope I made him dangerous enough because deh man is the bomb. Literally šŸ˜šŸ‘‰šŸ¼šŸ‘‰šŸ¼šŸ™šŸ¼šŸ§”āœØ

Anyhoo, part 2 coming soon!

Covert AU

You had a warning of don't touch. I wasn't kidding when I said I'm a bit much. It would appear it's a lesson you haven't learned, That when you play with fire, You'll always get burned.

~Jayus


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Im Uhnot Really Good At Social Interactionespecially When It Comes To Really Cool Artists Like Yourself,

I’m uh…not really good at social interaction…especially when it comes to really cool artists like yourself, but…

@mrabubu please take my humble meme as appreciation for letting me adopt you šŸ˜†šŸ™ŒšŸ¼šŸ§”

*waddles into your inbox with a big smile and excitedly holding a handful of papers*

Guess what? I’m having a baby!

You: *happy monkey noises* Aww that’s so awesome! I’m so ha-

Me: *slams down adoption papers* ITS YOU, sign here

BTW I think you’re legitimately adorable and I throughly enjoy your little doodles and would very much like to be your friend šŸ§”šŸ‘‰šŸ¼šŸ‘ˆšŸ¼

*waddles Into Your Inbox With A Big Smile And Excitedly Holding A Handful Of Papers*

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✨ Dance ✨

Sometimes I get really self conscious about the way I stim thanks to my ADHD.

I’m an all or nothing kind of gal, so it’s really hard to contain anything, especially the happy emotions.

It’s a full body experience for me, I feel it from my head to my toes. Self diagnosed with WBS, Wiggle Butt Syndrome, and I just gotta move.

Sometimes even I feel like it’s too much, so I can’t imagine how other people must feel.

But…then again…I’m the only person at work to get other coworkers to come and dance with me, no matter their age or language. When I see the light that reaches their eyes when they smile at me being silly, the shame burns away under the light of a warmer realization.

That being the type of person who is so unapologetically themselves at ALL times and IN all places to the point YOU encourage people to dance, is pretty tender indeed.

So…it can’t be all that bad right?

Don’t stop stimming friends, you’re beautiful 🧔✨


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(Found a lil drabble I wrote a while back that I wasn't gonna share outside of my buddies but you know what? Cute Brand New Papatello be upon you.) *

It wasn’t until he was cradling his daughter to his plastron, fresh from the tube she’d been grown in, that it occurred to Donnie he had never once in his life held a baby before. The thought was equal parts terrifying and surreally fascinating.

Distantly, he knew his family was losing their collective minds over the infant turtle mutant. He vaguely recognized a coo from someone - Leo? - telling the others to look at Donnie’s expression right now (ā€œHe’s a goner already.ā€ An affectionate laugh. ā€œYou good, Dee?ā€ ā€œShhh let him have this.ā€ ā€œHer fingers are SO small!ā€). But the longer Donnie looked at the baby curled into his chest, the less his family’s voices made sense.Ā 

Sound fell away. Hesitantly, Donnie brushed a hand - as big as she was - over the curve of her tiny shell. It was softer than his, the smooth leather surface still damp with incubator fluids. He could feel the ridge of her spine. The alien familiarity, the echo of his own shell, the smallness and fragility of her, the miracle that she was here and alive - a million thoughts and feelings simultaneously colliding - made Donnie’s breath hitch and a wave of warmth wash over him.Ā 

Donnie had already decided he cared about this baby, and his dum dum brain had already sent out all the dum dum hormones that filled him up with more dum dum affection for her than he knew what to do with. All the researching and the planning and the prepping and the step-by-stepping so that everything would be fully assembled to help her thrive and grow had been rigorously completed. And yet. And yet and….and yet….Donnie had never been so prepared while also being so helplessly lost and overwhelmed.Ā 

Words failed him.Ā 

His fingers were touching lightly over her cheek, her brow, hands so small they made his heart squeeze. She was incredible. She was the scariest thing he had ever beheld. And also the most beautiful. His stomach flipped. Instinctively, she searched for something to latch on to, mouth as toothless as a koi fish on the tip of his finger. The sound she made was an unmistakeable, Donnie’s-world-altering, high, sweet chirp. Donnie didn’t realized he’d clicked back automatically until an especially shrill noise of delight erupted from his brothers. With it, the vacuum tight bubble around himself and the baby popped.Ā 

Sound and smell and sight outside of himself and his miniature copy rushed back in. It was disorienting, but Donnie’s focus was resolute. He tried to ask for the bottle they’d prepared for her. She needed feeding and there was still some potential trial and error ahead in figuring out just what she would eat (baby formula? Turtle food? A Yokai recipe of some kind? Donnie had about a dozen different forms of nourishment prepped just in case. But he couldn’t manage to ask for a single one of them. The very thought of taking his attention off of her was absurd. Ā 

ā€œHow you holding up, Dad Man?ā€ Leo asked with a laugh, the sound softer than usual. All of his family had settled down after Donnie came back to himself, maybe recognizing he was toeing the line of overstimulated, maybe just genuinely soft and happy themselves over seeing whatever it was they saw on Donnie’s face. He could worry about the implications of that when he reviewed the footage for his archives later. Right now however…

Replying should have been easy. Just string together a few coherent words, Donatello. Speaking was something he was perfectly capable of. He inhaled to do so.Ā  The rise of his chest for air, however, made the baby stir against him, peeping softly, and what little remaining rationale Donatello Hamato had flew out the window. Donnie was scooping her in closer, pressing his nose to the top of her head as he curled around his baby.

ā€œPerfect.ā€ He mumbled.

ā€œHa! Say again?ā€

ā€œShe’s perfect.ā€

Augustine Hamato, daughter of Donatello Hamato - his stomach flipped at the thought - was absolutely, two hundred percent…perfect.


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