ATTENTION THOSE WHO FOLLOW THE ROTTMNT RABBIT'S BROACH AU!!
As of now, everything regarding the AU will at the very least be postponed due to some personal problems the creator is having- including the deactivation of their tumblr account.
I will do my best to figure out a way to bring things back what with the deactivation and with everything else, but it is definitely going to take a minute.
@doyouknowthistmntau @cruilty-ink @pommigranite @gl4ssfan (important people I could remember the tumblrs of, for boost!)
Name’s Copernicus Benjamin Umigame, you can call me Nic… or whatever you’d prefer
Uhhh idk what to put here… I’m 30, he/they, pansexual, around 10ft tall and I don’t like shirts
BOUNDARIES
No asks regarding tcest or proshipping. Instant block.
Please keep in mind that while both Nic and the mod (//hii) are adults, NSFW will not always be appreciated, and may be ignored depending on mods mood (whoops) (spicier content will be tagged #sansho pepper, so be aware)
Don’t use any info you may know about me on purpose (trauma, fears, etc) against me unless rp relevant (and yall don’t know me so… yw)
// Since im new to this sort of thing, please keep in mind that boundaries are subject to change as we go, so please check pinned post before asking when possible
// Please understand that while mod is an artist and there will be art posted on this acc, not every ask answered will feature art in it, nor should it be the expected norm! Thank you <333
There are some OC’s used in this story, all from AUs of their own (for example, Plato and Aristotle Umigame are originally from my AU Rabbits Broach)
There’s some very dark themes in this au, using gore and infections as most of these stories go, along with suggestive (though not explicit) content and plenty other dark themes regarding mental health and death etc etc. Though of course due to what this AU is that should be expected, I may as well write it out in words too.
Disclaimer: All characters are young adults and over 20. None of these characters are minors.
Well, except CJ. He’s a baby.
Read safely, have fun, and most importantly be kind.
If you’d like to contact us about joining in on the comic making please feel free to send an ask without using anon and we will respond privately. Please ask before adding new characters.
That first night was the calmest Aristotle had had in years, despite how stressful that day had been. Kendra was surprisingly sympathetic, and Jason, who was beyond worried, gladly accepted taking him in and refused to take no for an answer when his parents got involved. It was strange being there with a whole other family, but taking a deep breath and laying beside his best friend was like a weight being lifted off his chest for the first time.
Despite this though, he couldn’t stop thinking about his father. He couldn’t stop thinking about his smashed electronics, all his hard work, and everything he paid for all on his own now being nothing but wire and scrap metal. He couldn’t stop thinking about his twin, the girl who was his only safe space for years, and how betrayed he felt when she decided to live with his enemies. But Jason kept taking a lot, if not most, of those thoughts away. It wasn’t hard to tell that that was his goal, either, but needless to say, his distractions did work at least half the time. He discussed plans to get him a new phone, how sharing a room would work, et cetera, and did his best to cheer him up, ecstatic about all the things they could work on, all the things they could binge together, everything they could do whenever they pleased now that they were around each other all the time. Despite the simplicity in his ideas, Aris loved them.
The excitement didn’t take away his concerns, sure, but that night was so, so calm for him in the end.
When he laid down on the mattress, his usually tense muscles relaxed. It was softer than what he was used to, it had a bedsheet, the blankets were nice… it was perfect. It was bliss. Jason laying beside him did bring back some nerves though, for a brief moment. He didn’t want to disturb him, to touch him, to ruin anything, to upset him, but when Jason willingly leaned against him he decided to risk it probably wouldn’t even be a risk at all.
“I’m really glad you trusted us, Soda.” Jace muttered. “I know this is stressful.”
Aris gave him a short chuckle at that.
“Where else would I go?” He asked.
“Fair enough. …You don’t mind touch right now, right? This isn’t bothering you?”
Soda shook his head. No, Jason was his best friend. This… this was okay.
“I don’t mind.”
“Good.”
Jason, damn near automatically, soon wrapped an arm around his torso and rested his head against their shoulder. He’d always wanted to give them a proper hug, or at least some kind of affection or reassurance, but he never really knew how. Not until today. Not until he knew he was trusted.
…Then he heard a sniffle. A chuckle afterward, sure, but it was soon followed by a sob.
“Stot?”
He sat upright to look at him, his glossy eyes, his tears. Was it stress catching up to him? Relief? Did he say something wrong?
“I don’t deserve you at all,” Aris mumbled, lifting his glasses and covering his eyes with his arm. “I really, really don’t.”
“What?? Where did that come from? Thats bullshit.”
“No no it- it's not bullshit you’re nice you’re all nice and I’m just freeloading off you people-”
“Your dad beat you and broke your belongings. You needed help, and I’m not letting you believe you don’t deserve to be! Call me a hypocrite all you want for that, too, I don’t care!”
“You’re an idiot…”
Jason cups his cheeks and smushes them, and Aris uncovers his eyes to look at him. Jace sounded stern. Well… as stern as he could. He wasn’t exactly good at intimidation.
“Yeah? And? What are you gonna do about it? If thinking you deserve joy makes me stupid then I must be brainless and you know what? I’m fine with that!”
Aristotle just stared at him, and with a blank and wide-eyed expression, more tears began to flow. He said nothing and instead leaned into one of Jason's hands, whose look softened.
“...Oh. You’re not used to being touched at all, are you…?”
“Shut up, Jace…” The other murmured.
“I never said that was a bad thing.”
With the hand Aris wasn’t leaning against, he moved to stroke their hair back, moving his bangs from his face. It was pretty obvious how awkward he felt doing this, though, considering the now pink tint on his pale face. Aristotle’s responses weren’t helping those feelings, either.
Affection was supposed to make Aris weak, why was he allowing him so much vulnerability?