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Today's @roceitweek prompt- finally back up to date and ready for tomorrow :D
I had so much fun drawing the pose for this one, Roman's head gave me trouble and I probably looked like a weirdo in biology class trying to do that pose subtly over my chair to work out wtf I was doing-
I have some weakly thought out backstory for this scenario, but I'm lazy, if you want it yeet and ask at me or comment or something- whatever Tumblr people do when they want something from a creator ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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I decided to forgo day 2 because I really struggled to draw a pose for the prompt I wanted to use so instead I just moved onto day 3 which was hand/touch starved. I wanted to do a little hand practice anyway so I figured some cute hand holding wouldn’t be too difficult for this and here it is, a nice little pair of hands done in a cute sketchy style.
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Roceit week day 1: Roses / Reconcile 🌹
Decided to do an ms paint doodle for it since I didn't have access my tablet at the time, enjoy <3
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Roceit Week 2022
Day 3: Hand/Touch-Starved
Word Count: 346
Warnings: None I can Think Of?
Available On Ao3
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I was sitting near Roman, trying to ignore him, as he ignored me. He was drawing in a sketchbook, and I was reading one of my books.
“Janus! Look! I drew it anatomically correct!” Roman chirped, shoving his book in my face.
“Yes, yes. Well done Roman,” I hummed, trying to read my book. He pouted, staying where he was.
“You’re not looking!” he whined, still shoving the book in my face. I sighed, putting my book down, making sure to mark the page I was on, before facing his, looking at his drawing.
“Good job Roman,” I spoke calmly, smiling slightly, reaching for my book again.
“Hey… um why do you never want to touch or be affectionate?” he mumbled. I sighed, as I stopped reaching for my book.
“Do you want the truth, or for me to spare your emotions?”
“Uh… the truth?” I nodded, sighing softly.
“Growing up half-snake, little kids think you have nasty germs and won’t touch you. Teens will think you’re a freak and won’t touch you. And with having no one around as a youth, then… you are not likely to have anyone touch you as an adult,” I calmly explained to him.
“Oh, so you’re touch starved. You could’ve just said so. Do you want a hug?” I froze at his response. Touch starved? Me? No. How could I be touch starved?
“I…. suppose it couldn’t hurt,” I mumbled to him. He smiled so brightly, it made me smile. He then hugged me, and I sighed, relaxing into it. It was so warm and nice. He was so close. How have I never done this before?
“Are you enjoying this Snake?”
“Yes… I don’t know how I’ve never done this before,” I murmured, trying to get closer to him.
“Because people were mean to you when you were younger.”
“And I closed myself off, to not get hurt again.”
“Mhm. But you have me now my little snake. And I will give you as many hugs as you want.”
“Thank you, Roman. I love you so much.”
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what a waste of a lovely night (roceit week 2022)
Day 2: dance/protect
Premise: A masked ball is the perfect place to flirt and flit about with rich strangers you'll never meet again. Just don't be mad when it's your gentleman-in-waiting that you're swooning after.
TWs: N/A
Word Count: 1135
AO3
"Care for a dance, stranger?" That was the phrase of the night, it seemed. The biannual Citrine Gala was underway, and for a fun twist on what was otherwise doomed to be a boring, socialite-only event, its dress-code dictated two crucial rules: one, to bring an "unlikely" plus one, and two, to disguise your face.
Yes, a masquerade ball would certainly make things interesting this year. Of course, certain people couldn't help but stand out. You'd be a fool not to recognize the heir and eldest son of the Alestria family; never mind the fact that his suit had the family's crest pressed into his lapel (he would like the record to state this was against his request), most guests first noticed the grand portrait hanging over the mantel in the dance hall. It was his parents turn to host after all, so masked or not he was easy to find. It didn't help that he towered over the majority of the crowd, enough to make anyone intrigued and vying for a closer look. With sun-kissed skin and a delightful, messy toss of dark amber hair, the signature hue of the King himself, there was no mistaking him.
For the sake of the event, party-goers pretended not to know who he was, tried to speak casually to him, but the prince could spot a poor liar a mile away. It was a laugh that rang on for too long, or a second glance that turned into a third, and then a fourth. And in all the guffaw of pretending he wasn't a walking retirement fund, not a single soul had asked him to dance.
At least, until a stranger in a gilded ballgown strode forward, outstretching their hand, waiting for him to take it. "Care to join me?" they asked, a hand fan conveniently hiding what was left of their face, so that only their eyes could be clearly made out. They were honey colored, bright and sharp, but they also stirred something within the prince's chest, something warm and familiar.
He eyed over the stranger with intrigue. Namely, their dress did not seem to be of any famous designer like all the other guests; it was skillfully crafted, not one ruffle out of place, nor one stitch falling apart. But the fabric was cheap, not even a royal-grade seamstress could hide such an obvious fact. The hand fan, which at a first glance seemed to glimmer with jewels, at closer inspection seemed more like the work of shards of glass and glitter. Their shoes that clinked against the tile floor were dull, either a worn down heel or dress shoes, both odd for someone who carried themselves as though they were born suckling on a silver spoon.
The prince smiled, and took up the stranger's hand. Around the pair, a quiet roar of whispers erupted and were silenced within a single breath. "I would be delighted," he hummed, and the stranger's golden eyes crinkled, a secret smile hidden for just the two of them to hear. They clicked their fan shut, hanging it from its loop around their wrist in one easy motion.
Upon their hands they wore black, satin gloves (the only piece in their ensemble that seemed to be worth any real money), all the way up to their elbows that matched the accents of the dress, and hands that the prince first thought were dainty and pristine, felt svelte, yes, but also callused, work-worn in a way that tugged at the prince's heart and baffled his mind.
They smelled like fake money, and dressed like fake royalty.
And in spite of the questions racing through the prince's mind, they were all washed away when the stranger pulled him forward in a fluid motion until they were flush with one another, and lead him twirling across the dance floor. Whoever this stranger was, they were hellbent on putting the prince into the role of an admirer for the evening, and with a level of ease the prince did not think he was capable of, he allowed the other to dictate his night.
At some point the two abandoned the event, finding themselves wandering the garden as the hour grew close to midnight. The prince then posed a question: "And what might your name be?"
The stranger answered, "Well, that would defeat the point of the masks, wouldn't it?" They pulled their fan back out, hiding their expression from him.
The prince smiled, "And what does that matter? Tell me, where's your family from?"
Once more, but now with a soured tone, "I shouldn't say, I don't want to spoil our fun."
With a soft frown, "I only ask so that I might find you again."
The stranger paused, lowering their fan with slight amazement. "…And why would you want that?"
Instead of a reply, the prince first reached for the other's hand, running his fingertips lightly over their palm, feeling the calluses underneath the gentle fabric. "So that I might know a way to spare you from your labors. You dance far too wonderfully to have hands like this."
The stranger smiled, lifting their fan once more. "My prince, you won't know me unless I want to be known. But rest assured, you will see me again."
With a startled look, "you knew who I was? What gave it away?" he asked, a pout on his lips, and the stranger couldn't help but laugh.
"My prince, you still haven't learned how to waltz properly. I would have spotted your lopsided gait a league away," they snickered, and the prince grew even more lost.
"How would you even know that? Who are you, really, I need to know!"
"Ah, there it is," they smiled tiredly, tugging their hand away and turning neatly on their heel back towards the party. "That impatient, curious mind of yours. Honestly, if you'd spent even half the night thinking through the clues I've left you instead of tripping all over me, you'd have known my name by now."
"But—" The stranger tutted, cutting the prince off. "None of that now. If you haven't found me out now, then I doubt you ever will." And if there was a touch of bitterness in their voice, they chose to ignore it. "Perhaps, even, it is better that you don't."
"Goodnight, Roman," they said quietly, walking off into the night with false merriment in their steps, and a simmering regret in their heart. What were they to do? They was his gentleman-in-waiting, the "help", nothing more. A glorified personal servant. Never able to rise above their role, forget courting a member of the royal family.
As for the prince, the gears clicked slowly in his head as the familiar stranger grew distant, and as his jaw dropped, his heart soared.
"… Janus?"
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Will there be an ao3 collection for rociet week?
Why yes!
I just finished making it, here's a link for everyone who needs it! :) https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Roceitweek2022/profile
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Day 1: (Rose)/Reconcile @roceitweek
Dramatic Beloveds
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Rose/reconcile
This is for @roceitweek
Roman is giving Janus a rose as a gift.
I thought about the topic and Hadestown musical came up in my head. But instead of Orpheus and Eurydice, Janus and Roman are Hades and Persephone (like in the past)
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Day 3: Hands & Touch Starvation
cause why do 1 when u can do both
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Roceit Week 2022: Day 1
Happy Roceit Week! Just like with Analogical week, all of my fics for this event were written with @gender-snatched. Today's prompts were Rose/Reconcile, and we went for the Rose prompt! Fic info & tags are under the cut.
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series), Romeo And Juliet - Shakespeare
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders
Characters: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders
Additional Tags: Inspired by Shakespeare, Roceit Week 2022, Alternate Universe - Actors, Romeo and Juliet References, Inspired by Romeo and Juliet
Summary: Roman is cast as Romeo in an upcoming gay film adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. When they find the actor who will play Julius- the equivalent to Juliet- Roman finds himself falling for his co-star beyond their performance.
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Yellow Rose
(Roceit Week Day #1)
Prompt: Rose/Reconcile
Content Warning: None
Word Count: 851 words
AO3
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Roman was off wandering through the imagination again, probably doing yet another quest of his own. As he finally exited the forest he was in, he noticed something unusual.
There are tall bushes surrounding something in a circle. Oh and there was also a stone arch entryway in front of it. Very classy, Roman thought. He headed towards it out of curiosity, going through the entrance. And as soon as he got in, his jaw dropped down to the ground.
The interior was magnificent! It was a big garden with various flowers and plants around. And at the very center was a big glorious tree with vines hanging from it. Roman had just seen this place, and he knew well that this wasn't his creation. And he was sure this wasn't from Remus.
He walked down the stone path with awe while he looked around the garden until he stopped at the center where the glorious tree stood. Roman pressed his palm against it and closed his eyes, trying to feel the tree's texture.
"What are you doing here, Roman?"
Roman immediately snapped his eyes open and turned around as soon as he heard that familiar voice. And before him was no other than the lord of the lies himself, Janus.
The creative facet say, glaring softly at the lying side. "I could ask you the same thing as well.". The embodiment of deceit merely chuckled at Roman's words. Which confused the other slightly. He replies with a smug grin, "I own this place. This is my garden.". Roman stared at him with disbelief.
"This beautiful and breathtaking garden… is yours?"
Janus simply nodded his head, staring at Roman with amusement. He says, a smirk forming on his lips. "What? You don't believe me?". Roman shook his head. His smile grew bigger and wider as he said, "No, I believe you.".
The lord of lies simply replied, "Well if you're done here, go back to your domain, Roman.". Roman raised an eyebrow before asking, "Why would I want to do that?". The other simply shrugged and answered, "Well, for starters, you have nothing else to do, right?". A small smile formed on Roman's face and a small chuckle escaped his lips.
He still can't believe this whole place belonged to the deceitful side. "I still can't believe you own this whole place.". Janus simply rolled his eyes and asked, "Why wouldn't I own a beautiful garden?". The other simply shrugged before saying, "You know, I didn't think you'd enjoy something like this.". Janus raises an eyebrow, "Why do you think so?". Roman shrugs, "I don't know...".
Janus suddenly smiles and says, "Come with me. There's something you should see". Without warning, he quickly grabbed Roman's arm and led him somewhere.
The two continued walking until they reached the very end of the garden where a fountain was located. The lord of lies suddenly speaks up, "Isn't it lovely?". Roman looks at him, then to the fountain, then at him. The latter smirks. "Yes, it really is..". But Janus just laughs softly. Roman grins in suggestion, "I suggest you add your very own statue here.". Janus smirks, "Maybe I will.".
Roman turns away after a short moment and notices some rose bushes at the corner with yellow roses. He headed towards it while staring at the roses with awe. Roman says, plucking a single rose from the bush. "You have roses...". Janus simply replies, "Of course I do. I simply love roses, especially the yellow ones.". Roman smiles widely and says, "They look nice... And you did a wonderful job with them". Janus smiles in response, "Thank you.".
"For you."Roman then handed the yellow rose to Janus, smiling at him softly. Janus blushes slightly and huffs, averting his gaze from Roman. "You just plucked that from my rose bush.". Roman smiles at him and shrugs, "Yeah, but I wanted to give you this one. Just because.". Janus snatches the flower from him, still looking away from Roman, "Thanks...". Roman hums in response, pleased that he flustered the deceitful facet.
"Why are you here anyway?"
"Oh I just stumbled in this place and decided to explore."
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The next day comes, Janus decides to visit his garden so he can take care of his plants. While he was cleaning the fountain, he noticed something in the corner of his eyes. Janus let out a gasp as he approached what he saw.
It was a statue of him surrounded with rose bushes. He was shocked and amazed by what he saw. "Goddamit, Roman..."Janus mutters, a small blush forming on his cheeks. Then he saw a single yellow rose and what seemed to be a piece of paper on the ground in front of the statue. Janus crouched down and picked it up. He examined the rose before putting it behind his ear then opening the note he found. A small smile formed on his lips as he read the contents of the paper.
"I hope you like the surprise, my yellow rose, I made it just for you. Can we perhaps hangout sometime?
– Roman♡"
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@roceitweek day 3, I love them very much. I did draw this yesterday but I kinda forgot haha.
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A little late and a little lazy but here’s a sketchy little something for Roceit week day one: roses/reconcile. Just thought it’d be cute to draw something where Janus uses a combination of cute dress and cute face to make Roman forget what he was so upset about (it wouldn’t be anything too bad really) and focus on the cute boyfriend he’s got in front of him.
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Roceit Week 2022
Day 2: Dance/Protect
Word Count: 369
Warnings: Mean (Not quite U!sides?) sides, (Let me know if I missed any)
Available On Ao3
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“Oh Roman. This… isn’t really your conversation to participate in. We don’t need creativity. We need to comfort Thomas’ friends.”
“B-but… But I’m more than Creativity,” I tried to point out. Why won’t they let me help?
“Enough Roman. Just let us deal with this. You’re not needed,” Logan snapped.
“But-”
“I said enough!” I sighed, nodding slowly, sinking out. Everyone was out. Logan, Patton, and Virgil were helping Thomas. Remus… was god knows where. And Janus- Janus! I can go to him.
I went to Janus’ room, timidly knocking on his door. I waited a few moments before he opened it.
“Hello, Roman. What did you need?” Janus asked calmly.
“Um….” I mumbled, trying to explain.
“I am going to assume that the others kicked you out of their conversation because they refuse to see who you really are?”
“I… how did you know?”
“I know everything mi amour.” I smiled softly, slowly entering his room, dragging him to his bed. He sat down, and I snuggled up to him. I then felt his hand in my hair, though, not his gloved hand, his bare hand. That’s rare. He hardly takes his gloves off.
We stayed there for a while, as I was unsure of what to say.
“Do you want to explain what happened this time?” Janus asked softly.
“Mhm. On-one of Thomas’ friends needed our help, so I… I tried to help… they just see me as creativity,” I mumbled
“Oh, Dearest, I promise that I will protect you from their mean words.”
“Th-thank you,” I sniffled, staying close to him.
“Now, how about an activity to show them how amazing you are?”
“D-dancing?”
“Of course.” He smiled warmly at me, snapping us into different outfits. I was in my skirt outfit, and he was in his suit, the one he wore in the courtroom. He sunk us out to the living room, clapping his hands to summon some classical music. It began playing. It was nice.
“Now, how about that dance?” He asked, holding a hand out to me. I smiled a proper, real smile, as I took his hand. He pulled me close, putting his hands on me, as we began to ballroom dance.
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connection: lost (roceit week 2022)
Day 1: rose/reconcile
Premise: April 13th didn't go well, and roman's bitter with everyone except himself. Especially a certain prosecutor.
TWs: N/A
Word Count: 476
AO3
A slammed front door. Pangs of past moments that he was once so certain of his opinion on. The judge's call, his own; a mis-judgement, on someone's part. (Certainly not his own.) A resolution that left him standing in the dark, and the enemy in the light.
Roman would not be a prince of the night, no matter what color that wicked viper tried to paint him in.
"I don't see why you're so insistent on pretending I'm not here," Janus murmured from where he sat up-right at the kitchen table, sipping quietly at a mug of tea. Roman flinched, his verbal train of thought derailed before he'd even gotten to the best part, his promise for vengeance on an unfair verdict-
"Wasn't it you who set the verdict, or am I remembering wrong?" Janus interrupted yet again, hiding his coy smile in his mug.
Roman huffed, finally standing from his no-longer comfortable position curled around a notebook on the couch, vanishing the book away before pacing towards Janus. His every move confident, certain, Roman knew which side of history he stood upon, and this misfit of misery would not besmirch his-
"I thought that nickname was better suited for Virgil? The misfit part I understand, but misery? Wouldn't 'misleader' or 'mendacity' work better?" Janus said, expressionless as he continued to sip, a quiet stream of steam drifting up into the air.
"Would you stop that?" Roman huffed, stomping a heeled boot into the floor.
"Hm? Stop what, exactly?" Janus bluffed, the laugh in his voice all too clear for Roman's liking.
He crossed his arms in loud annoyance, "I am trying to set the scene here and you keep interrupting my internal monologue!"
"First of all, how dramatic of you to feel the need to monologue at me," Janus rolled his eyes. "Secondly, it isn't my fault your thoughts are so loud, there was only so much I could do to ignore it until it became simply too embarrassing to pretend otherwise."
"Always the one with an answer ready, hm?" Roman glared, upturning his nose away from the other with a noisy 'hmph'. "Fine then. If you can't at the very least be nice enough to play along... I'll make this easy for you." Roman strode to the doorway, back facing the other in a loud defiance.
Janus lowered his tea.
"If you think, for one second, that you're winning here, you're wrong. Whatever it is, your big plan for ruining Thomas's future, our future, I will stop you. I will do whatever it takes, at any cost. And that stunt you pulled, in the courtroom?" For a moment it seemed Roman had run out of steam, but he merely cleared his throat, and lowered his tone.
"It cost you any chance of making this mess up to me. I hope it was worth it."
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if soemone did something for thsi event can they post it on other sites?
Mostly the event is going to take place here on this site, however everyone is allowed to post their work on other sites as well as on here! But unless it's something like a fic on ao3, I'm probably not going to be able to see it unless it's here on tumblr.
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