Some Cute Rociet Content, A Little Romeo And Juliet, Fencing. Possibly Temporarily Bleeding If I Feel

Some cute Rociet content, a little Romeo and Juliet, fencing. Possibly temporarily bleeding if I feel like making it so. Mwahahahahahaha (also Deciet's name will be Demitri in this)

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Roman, Thomas Sanders' Creativity, was a theatre nerd. It made sense that he was, given that Roman's best shined through Thomas whenever he was on a stage. So it couldn't be more fitting that there was a theatre inside the Mind Palace for Roman to practice in. A grand theatre that Roman had made by himself, for theatre was never really any of the other Sides' elements. Magnificent velvet drapes hung beside the stage and in the booths up high. Hundreds of seats filled the grand room, and golden accents could be seen everywhere. Roman put all of his heart and soul into creating it.

Roman stood on the polished mahogany stage in leggings and a loose apple red t-shirt, leaping along the stage every once in a while, reciting lines from one of the most famous, if not the most famous, of all Shakespearean plays. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Of course Roman was reciting Romeo's lines, because they both shared the first three letters of their first names, it makes sense.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and- Juliet is the Sun!" A voice merged with the Prince's own as he spoke, causing him to stutter. As he looked around wildly, he noticed a figure clad in bright yellow on the balcony prop he had conjured. The figure balanced his chin on his knuckles, gazing longingly into the distance as if deep in thought. "Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love." Demitri turned away from the stage as if in regret of a wrongdoing, sighing. Roman gazed thoughtfully at the reptilian side, replying. "I'll take thee at thy word: call me but love and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo!"

The deceitful side glanced down at Roman on the stage, a smirk playing on his lips. He snapped his fingers and in an instant Demitri stood in front of Roman, his own clothes mirroring the Creative one's. "So you can quote Romeo Montague word for word. Interestingly enough, as can I." Roman licked his lips; they had gone dry. "People of the theatre must be prepared for anything. If it's to quote Romeo and Juliet word for word, then so be it." Demitri chuckled. "Yes, it is of good use to know the entire works of Shakespeare. My, my, Roman, you're sweating up a storm in here. I thought it was cold. And you look so tense." Roman blushed and wiped at his face, feeling beads of sweat run over the little lines on his palm. "Yes, I do get into a certain mood while practicing. On stage it's not as bad because, well, I have to be more professional and so does Thomas, of course." "Yes...of course..." Demitri agreed, eyes trailing down Roman's face. "I must ask, would you be opposed to a little fencing practice? I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty and I do need to stay 'sharp' with my skills. Pun unintended." Roman practically beamed, summoning two rapiers out of the air like the Fairy Godmother had done to retrieve her wand. One had a golden hilt, molded into the shape of intertwining snakes with emerald eyes. The other had a hilt of gold that looked to be made of fairy dust, with swirls throughout. The end of the hilt was inlaid with a single carved ruby. "Shall we duel?" The Prince asked. The Snake gave a smirk. "We shall."

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For hours, the two parried and attacked, slashed and advanced. Roman felt his heart flutter as he met his equal. Someone to match his swordman skills. Until finally the Prince dropped his sword in surrender. He fell to his knees, exhausted from the battle. Roman's breathing was heaving as Demitri bowed and laid his sword down. The Deceitful Side rushed over to the Creative Side, catching him as he collapsed into the other's arms. Demitri smiled bittersweetly, brushing the hair from Roman's face. "Well done, my Prince. A battle for the ages." Demitri quickly placed gentle kisses on Roman's forehead, proud of how gallantly and proudly he fought. With the snap of his fingers, a water bottle appeared in the snake's hands. "Have this, my Prince. You need some water." Roman was either blushing madly or his face was pink from embarrassment. Whether from losing the fight, moving so much, or the nickname, he himself didn't know. He still took the water bottle, his mouth was parched and the cold floor was only doing to much to cool his body temperature. Though Demitri's cold skin and scales felt nice against his arms and back.

"Thank you, truly. Never has anyone else had the physique, energy or knowledge to equal me in battle, much less best me. Also, rusty? I'm not even out of practice and we both know you were victorious." The human side of Demitri's face became heated, and he buried his face in his hands. "You flatter me, Roman." The Prince smiled. "No, I'm being honest. You beat me easily, and not many of the others can do that." Demitri smiled, a genuine, happy, smile. He hadn't received many compliments, but this one by far was the best. "I see I was right when I said you were tense. Can I ease the tension? It'll be better on your muscles." Demitri was quick to change the subject. Roman nodded, taking a sip of the cool water. Demitri slowly pushed his hands between Roman's shoulder blades, and immediately Roman's face went slack. "Wow...that-that's amazing. How do you-you do that?" Demitri giggled "Because I know where the pressure points in the human body are, and since you're so tense it feels better the second I start." Roman smiled and hummed slightly, leaning back into the Snake's touch.

"I...hm... Demitri?" "Mhm?" "Would you mind me touching the scales on your hand?" At this, Dee, blushed. "Um...sure, go ahead." Roman turned around, taking hold of the Snake's hand. His hand looked completely normal, except for the fact there was a patch of scales on the back of it. Roman ran his fingers over the smooth, glassy scales, smiling at how nice they felt against his fingertips. Demitri shivered as Roman ran his fingernails along the scales on his neck as well, not minding the physical contact. Demitri was leaning towards Roman, trying not to bury his face in Roman's neck right there. He just wanted to curl up in Roman's lap like a little python. But he feared that Roman wouldn't enjoy cuddling or snuggling up together. "Mm..." Roman glanced up, his trance broken. "What? Do you enjoy that?" "As embarrassing as it may be, yes. I like the warmth." Roman smiled. "Are you cold?" "I...maybe slightly..." Demitri admitted in a whisper. Roman giggled. "Would you be okay with a hug so you can be warm?" The Snake smiled, trying to hide the grin, and nodded. "Please." Roman pulled Dee into a massive hug, and Demetri curled into a ball, pressing against Roman for warmth. The Prince was like a heating pack, honestly. As if on autopilot, Demitri buried his nose in the crook of Roman's neck, trying to get as warm as possible. Roman glanced down at the other side with adoration, he was just so cute! The Creative Side pressed a small kiss to the top of the Snake's head, causing Dee to just go limp right there, just from embarrassment. Roman giggled and began to pepper Demetri's cheeks and nose with tiny, fluttering, kisses. "R-roman, s-stop- that tickles-" Dee let out a small squeak; Roman thought it was absolutely adorable. The fact that Roman had heard the noise just made Demitri blush even more, something that Roman loved looking at. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" Roman said. "N-no I'm not!" That started an entire speech going on about how he was not cute and how he was one of the most dangerous Sides. Which Roman promptly ended with something that couldn't quite be called a kiss, but couldn't be anything else. Any and all color in Dee's face drained, and he became a stuttering mess. "I- Roman- uh- I'm- What?" Roman giggled and pressed another light kiss to the scales on Dee's face, making shivers jolt down his spine. Demitri slowly put his hands to the back of Roman's neck, trying for a proper kiss this time. And a proper kiss he received.

50. “Wear my jacket/coat/sweater.”

Rainy Day

Pairing: Analogical 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 594

Warnings: anxiety. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Will I ever write anything other than analogical? Probably not.

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It had been a perfect day. Virgil and Logan had spent the first half of the day working on video ideas with the others. For lunch, Logan surprised Virgil with a picnic date in the park.

Everything was going amazingly. Logan was holding Virgil’s hand and had just remarked how lucky they were it wasn’t too cloudy when dark storm clouds began rolling in.

“It appears that it will begin raining soon,” Logan said, reaching to repack the picnic basket he brought with them.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, “We should probably hurry so we’re not caught in the middle of a downpour.”

“You mean a Northern Downpour?”

Virgil looked at his boyfriend and sighed. He was beginning to regret letting Logan know what his sense of humor was.

“Too soon, love. Just for that, I’m telling Patton that you made a pun.”

Logan, seemingly terrified at the idea of Patton knowing he made a pun, quickly said, “No, darling, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! Please don’t tell Patton.”

Virgil merely chuckled at his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his forehead.

He was about to ask Logan to get up so he could fold the blanket they were sitting on when he felt a drop of water fall on his hand.

“Alright, let’s hurry. I’d rather not get rained on.”

“Virgil, darling. We’ll be fine. It’s just rain.”

“You’re wearing short sleeves! What if you get hypothermia?”

Logan gave Virgil a look that he interpreted as now, do you really think that will happen?

Virgil just sighed and continued packing the basket before the light drizzle turned into a full-on storm. He couldn’t tell if it was his anxiety or if he could actually hear thunder in the distance. Either way, he wasn’t taking any chances.

Just as he was closing the lid to the basket, the rain started coming down heavier, causing Virgil’s anxiety over Logan getting sick to heighten.

Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him close. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something probably really cheesy and romantic, but Virgil cut him off.

“Logan, my love, you know how romantic I think you are and how much I absolutely adore when you go on romantic spiels, but can it please wait? Preferably until we’re not being rained on.”

“Of course, darling.”

Virgil tightened his grip on Logan’s hand, and the two began running back to their house. On the way back, they had to stop under an awning on a storefront because the rain had began falling so hard that neither of them could see more than a foot in front of them.

Virgil noticed Logan was shivering from the rain and quickly fished his jacket out of the picnic basket where he had placed it earlier in the date when he’d gotten too hot.

“Here,” he said, pushing his jacket into Logan’s arms, “Wear my jacket.”

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, “This is your favorite jacket. I know how much it means to you.”

Virgil smiled softly at his boyfriend.

“Of course, my heart. It’s just water. I’ll take a wet jacket over a sick boyfriend any day.”

Logan quickly put the jacket on and pulled Virgil into a hug.

“Thank you, darling.”

Deciding to wait out the rain rather than get even more soaked than they already were, the two entered the shop that turned out to be a small bookstore. They spent their time waiting out the storm by picking out books for each other to read.

It truly was a perfect day.

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Reblogs > Likes (please)

Could you draw... analogical? Maybe?

Im all for Logan being soft and cheesy

Here's mine.

https://max-is-tired.tumblr.com/post/183095518641/dancing-in-the-dark-you-between-my-arms

I'm literally just vibing, man

Dancing In The Dark (You Between My Arms)

Prompt: “Dancing at midnight” by @creativity-killed-thekitten with special thanks to @virgilmydarkstrangeson for unknowingly giving me the p

@the-sides-and-more

Send Your Favorite Analogical Fanfiction!

What a coincidence that I uploaded this a day before the incorrect quote video, am I right?

Inspired by @transformationloveb ‘s incorrect quote.

So, I love sanders sides, and I have been obsessing over Sam and Max as of late, so I crossed these two together, even though absolutely NOBODY asked. (I’m sorry-)

And here is Logan in Sam’s outfit.