Hello! I’m one of the new moderators, Atomicbritt or just Britt. I’m a 25 year old, black, autistic, aroace and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’m an artist from Kentucky with a Bachelor of Arts in Visual Communication Design.
I’ve known I was asexual for a good portion of my life, I think, because I remember telling my mom when I was 6 that I was never getting married. And as a young teenager I googled ‘I don’t like boys or girls’ several times without getting any real answers other than people on yahoo answers saying that people like that were ‘late bloomers’ or ‘needed their hormones checked’, ugh. It’s kind of funny that the first time I heard the word ‘asexual’ it was on an episode of ‘Family Guy’. It was a joke about Olympic diver Greg Louganis, whom I knew nothing about. However, that word ‘asexual’ sounded…right. Still I didn’t Google it until after my first (and last) kiss. I was 18 and came across AVEN online, and everything made sense. After that, I bought a black ace ring, then later added the white aro ring. :p
I love art, cartoons, and drawing and I draw my own webcomic that features an aroace story called ‘Cirque du Royale’.
I also like writing, food, fashion, earrings, nail polish, true crime documentaries, and my dog, Nova!
I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and
soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the
2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.
Raphael wasn’t human. He
had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He
didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of
humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.
It wasn’t until he was
working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his
left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his
three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine
Messy black letters written
in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen
anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it,
afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they
were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was
writing on his arm with an invisible marker.
it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right,
but um, hi.
A long pause. Raph stared
in amazement, too shocked to say anything.
probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.
He had never run so fast
in his life.
“Woah, woah, watch it!”
Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and
grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the
empty space on his arm.
Your heart raced as a
response finally appeared.
Big, messy letters that
you could tell had been written in a rush.
here. Who are you? What’s happening?
You stared at the
letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was
it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it
worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away,
probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond
you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.
(Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does,
but I’ve always been too shy to try.
Raph’s heart skipped a
beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He
actually had…Oh my God.
“Raph, are you crying?”
Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a
“N-no. I just got dirt in
my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.
“Whatcha doin’?” the
youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he
raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”
“I guess so.” Raph
shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.
“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He
pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the
internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was
scientifically possible for you…for us
“Are you serious?” Leo
came over to look.
“What do I look like? A
freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The
others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip
of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.
huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.
are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK
where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?
York, New York.
Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?
You wrote to Raphael
until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until
you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name
was Raphael. He was from New York.
But at least he existed.
It could be a lot worse.
It wasn’t until about
noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your
arm off to give you more room to write.
wake up at noon?
when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.
how’s your day been?
Leo, Donnie, and Mikey
were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.
“Dude, we just wanna
watch.” Mikey whined.
“All right, sheesh,”
Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.
wanna talk about?
it like in Seattle?
What’s it like in New York?
replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?
How tall are you?
shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.
Kiss you. He was going to
kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach,
but he tried to play it off.
to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)
any hobbies? You asked.
bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…
I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.
Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.
what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?
you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.
is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by
recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area
of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve
just applied to) there?
After a long day of
talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He
laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.
After replying, he knew
it was time to go to sleep.
wiped. I gotta sleep.
okay. Goodnight Raph.
His heart skipped a beat.
love you too.
can’t wait to meet you.
countin’ down the days, babe.
Weeks later, you got an
theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?
don’t have a Skype.
want to hear your voice.
can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?
I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or
be afraid of me.
want to see you for the first time in person.
right then. Here’s my number.
You waited in bated
breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered
above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.
“Hey there.” You could
hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of
“Oh my God, I love your
voice.” You gushed.
“I love yours too,
“Aaaaah! Your accent is
“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.
“Ooh, are you talking to
(Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”
“No, you can’t. Shoo.”
“Who’s that?” You asked.
“My little brother.”
Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey,
“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”
“Mikey, leave Raph
alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Where
“I was gushing over your
very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”
“Ah. Right.” He tried not
to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love
“I love you too!”
“Did you get it yet?”
Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day
approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he
wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and
you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.
But nonetheless, he had
sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he
“It came in today! I
haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna
put you on speaker.”
“All right.” Raph
listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise
of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through
the tissue paper.
“Oh my gosh! It’s
amazing! I love it! You really made this?”
“I did.” He smirked. You
held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had
carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately,
tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the
intricate little grooves.
“I’m never taking it off,
I hope you know that.”
“I’m flattered.” He
chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
A nervous little laugh.
“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”
“It couldn’t come soon
enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams
tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months
until I get to see you.”
“Well, you rest up,
shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”
“Good night. I love you.”
“I love ya too. Night.”
When he hung up, he
stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?
You were full of jitters
when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so
slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern
“I’m here! I just landed!
When do you want to meet up?”
“Um, how about you get
settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”
“Okay.” Your heart raced.
“Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”
“Sounds like a plan. Stay
safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”
“See you.” When you hung
up, Raph started to pace through the lair.
“I’m going to see her
tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna
“Statistically, after ten
“No more science
bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her
“It’ll be fine, Raph.
You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you.
We’d have to be blind not to see that.”
“I guess we’ll find out
tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was
not going to be pretty. He knew it.
After you had unpacked
and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for
a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked
about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled.
Well, that might make things a little
easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.
“Who’s that?” April asked
after you hung up.
“My soulmate. He’s the
reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”
“More than fine with me.”
She smiled. “What’s his name?”
“Raphael.” You told her.
Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you
on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.
So this was the (Y/N) he
had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.
“I know, right?” Your
phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”
“Hey babe, come outside.”
You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be down
in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed
out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the
shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.
“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need
ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”
“Just…p-promise you won’t
“Why would I-?”
“I promise.” You stated
“I, uh, I ain’t
“I love you, Raph.”
“You won’t when you see
me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.
“Raphael,” You reached
out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green
one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and
something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you
gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”
He let out a long sigh,
considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy
steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant
mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of
disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you
pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was
your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out
in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook
of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.
“Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”
“I love you.” You kissed
his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green
face under the tattered red bandana.
“All ‘uh this don’t bug
you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that
I’m a freak?”
“You’re not a freak,
Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall
in the best possible way. “Not to me.”
“Are ya just sayin’ that
because I’m your soulmate?”
“I mean it.” You locked
eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile
was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your
eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”
There wasn’t hatred or
fear in your voice, only awe.
“I’m a mutant. A turtle.
Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”
“I love turtles,” You
whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just
You closed the gap
between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond,
but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large
hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his
shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.
When you finally pulled away
from him, you looked at him for a long time.
“Hey do you wanna come up
for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.
“Yeah, sure April. Are
the guys coming?”
“Just got off the phone
with Leo. They’re on their way.”
“Wait, you two know
eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and
taking you with him. God, he was so tall.
“We go way back.” April
smiled. “I named him.”
“Long story. Come on,
shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and
carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you
met my brothers, huh?”
After you had met his
brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to
watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying
on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into
your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.
“I love you, Raphael.”
You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.
“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so