When The Ichizhaonanhan Go To A Date Zhao Hangs In Ichiban's Head And Controls Him Ratatouille Style

Yeeeeeees~! Our most intense and emotional story ever! So many highs and lows and just many touches of tropes! Beautiful art as always!

@fandomsareyay, here's the pictures from our wonderous zombie apocalypse AU! Our most thrilling story yet!!

spins your tiny zhao like soup in a microwave

imprisoned

I have no idea what Zhao is like as character aside from Ishin but I have the urge to give tiny Zhao head pats and give him a cookie

he means 'thank you' :)

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And I cry crystallized tears And I wanna be blind So I stare up to the sky And flood myself in the light I flood myself in the light I flood myself in the light I flood myself in the light

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~ Merry slightly late Christmas to you, sweetest Papaya Jess! I hope you like this gift and I hope this story is nice! You are the sweetest human ever and I am so glad we chat so much and enjoy our wonderful cowboy stories! Merry Christmas and I give you so many hugs and squishies! ~

A Christmas Valentine

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Heavy boots dragging through the snow. The owner of said heavy boots made a stop, leaning against a strong cedar tree. A quick match to a roll and the dark scenery was lit by a tiny circle of ember. A sigh broke the onslaught of the harsh cold wind, and the man could only huff as the cigarette did little to warm his body up. With a sigh, he carelessly threw the cigarette into the snow and the crunch of the hard snow filled the air once more. The hard crunch was soon drowned out by the sounds of chattering teeth and a small fussy boy whining to his Mama about Daddy not being there.

“He pwomised, Mama! Where’s Daddy?” little Jack fussed softly, the poor thing’s hand tightly gripping onto Abigail’s shawl. The small hand kept tight on Abigail’s shawl and the poor thing shook it cutely.

“He’s coming soon sweetie. Don’t go pulling on your Mama’ shawl now.” Abigail fussed sweetly, “Bastard better hurry up” she grumbled softly, before pressing tiny kisses to Jack’s fussy cheeks. Both stood and waited before Abigail’s one second growl was replaced with faux happiness. “Look, baby! It’s your Daddy!” She hummed and bounced Jack, the sweet thing letting go of his tantrum before making grabby hands to John coming back from his smoke break. John gave a small gruff sigh before he gave a small smile to make Abigail satisfied and to let the mother have a break.

“Hey, son. Giving Mama trouble before Christmas?” John teased, bouncing the small boy. Jack’s small hands squished John’s cheeks before fussing, “Don’t teww Santa, Daddy! Pwease!”. It was too cute and John could only chuckle lightly. “Here, son. Got the gift you wanted.” John hummed gently as he grabbed the small gift from his pocket and handed it over to the eager little boy. With a happy squeal, little Jack giggled and was soon back into his Mama’s arms, holding his gift excitedly.

“We’ll open that up on Christmas Day, baby. Be good alright?” Abigail cooed before gently sending her baby to bed. John sighed as he and Abigail shared a small tense goodbye before John turned and went to his cabin. He sighed, entering the cold thin home and going to start a fire, something to stave off the cold. He then took notice of his cabinmate, Javier, who was currently resting on the uncomfortable beds. Javier shifted his hat and peaked back at John. “Welcome back, brother,” Javier greeted, “Guessing you’re having marital issues again?” he teased lightly before receiving a glare from the other. John gave a small tsk before sighing and flopping on his own uncomfortable bed. The two stewed in silence, all that could be heard was the harsh wind outside and the creaks from the thin cabin but was soon disturbed by Javier’s small hum. “Listen. We’re gonna be moving soon, to Valentine. That’s gonna take a lot of time, so…” Javier hummed softly, avoiding John’s glare, “So why don’t you two make up?” Javier suggested heavily to which John sighed. “Can’t work out something that’s dying, Javier.” He sighed again, “Don’t wanna burden her and make it anymore difficult. I just don’t know what to do…” John sighed again before turning away from the sympathetic man. “Just… goodnight, Javier.” And with his back turned, John fell into an uneasy sleep. Bit a small soft feeling was there on his cheek, soft and small and gone in an instant before John fell completely asleep.

Once the Van Der Linde group woken up, everyone pitched in to get their camp packed away and ready to travel out of the mountains. John hummed softly, a little distracted from his work. What was that soft feeling on his cheek before he fell asleep. He pondered and pondered before he felt a small shove to his shoulder, “Don’t go thinkin too hard, brother. Gotta get going soon.” Arthur joked, chuckling a bit before humming. He took a peek at Abigail gently fussing with Jack, the small boy fussing sweetly, ready for a wonderful Christmas. The cute thing was so impatient~. Arthur hummed, “You having problems again?” Arthur asked as John sighed, “Strained. But that’s not it.” John stopped, not going any further. John finished up packing before he went to mount on his horse. As he mounted, Javier rode up close and gave a gentle smile. “Morning. Feeling any better?” Javier asked gently. John didn’t know why but he found his cheeks burning a little. Strange, but John didn’t find his usual grouchy self complaining. John gave a small grumble though, “M’fine. Let’s get going. Gonna take months before we make it to Valentine.” John huffed before he and the whole group made their way down the mountain.

After travelling down the mountain successfully, they made a break and set up their small camp. With everyone’s help, the Van Der Linde group had settled and went to work on their chores or taking a break. John felt hisself pondering again and the man could only peek at Abigail and Jack, the little boy learning how to read with Grandpa Hosea and Abigail praising the tiny boy. John sighed before resting his eyes, needing a nap from all of his self brooding. But there it was again, the small fleeting warmth on his cheek again. John opened his eyes but found no one. Thoroughly confused but it just felt nice. He can’t remember if Abigail ever kissed so softly. But…. With how they are, it couldn’t have been Abigail. John would just need to figure it out somehow.

But before he could think, he was interrupted by Javier. The tan man smiled and held out his flask. “Share a warm drink in the bitter cold, hombre?” Javier smiled, his voice soft as to not disturb the others. The sun was dimming and the fires were being made. John looked at the flask then to Javier before giving a shrug. The two sat down, huddled close, and took turns drinking the harsh and burning whiskey. They sat in silent for the most part, although John made sure he was quiet whenever peeking at Javier. The strong jawline, the scars littering Javier’s cheek and the adamant scar on his neck, and those deep eyes that shined when the sun just hits right- John flinched as he looked down at the snow, glaring so hard the snow would’ve melted. What’s with his thoughts? Why now? All of a sudden? John was about to grumble before Javier gave a small tap to John’s thighs. “You’re stressed. The alcohol must not be that powerful, huh?” Javier joked lightly before giving a small frown, “What’s wrong?”. John sighed softly, daring his eyes to peek at Javier again. His heartbeat rose as he looked into the concerned eyes. John bit his lip before his body moved on its own, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to Javier’s cheek, the same as the one he felt before. Javier and John were still for a very long and awkward period of time, both not really knowing what to do. Javier fidgeted nervously before gently returning the peck, “Figured it out?” He whispered softly, almost afraid, but he did his best to be brave.

John was at a stand still but he found his body relax. He figured it out, so quickly, and the man gave a sigh. “Yer a real sweetheart, aint’chu Javier?” John teased lightly before cooing softly, “Real sweet.” Another peck. The another. Another. Another~. The alcohol seemed to kick in and Javier could feel his cheeks heat up too. Javier gently cupped John’s face before gently pulling away. “Come to my tent later. Let’s talk.” Javier hummed softly before getting up. John, now alone, sighed softly, gently touching his lips. Was he in even more trouble with his family? Maybe. Had he felt something different but nice? Yes. Was he going to Javier’s tent at night? You bet. But, before John could make a mistake or do something to hurt his relationship even more, he needed to talk with Abigail first.

Abigail sighed softly, gently cradling her precious son. The poor thing did his best to stay up to see Santa but thankfully with Abigail’s sweet lullabies soothed the boy to sleep. With Jack tucked up in the little cot, Abigail laid on her little sleeping bag. She sighed, she was tired and she was also silently cursing. She needs a break, but she knew for a fact that Jack’s father wasn’t gonna step up. But, Abigail couldn’t help but think that something needs to improve, something to just put everything at ease. But… that’s hard to think about, but she’ll mull over everyone it later. Just before the mother could join her son in dreams, she heard the tent flap move. She looked up and speak of the devil. “John.” Abigail said curtly before she sighed. She let John inside and the two sat down, with a small whisper Abigail hummed, “What?”. John hummed gently, “Let’s talk. We… I wanna improve enough so that I can help you take care of our son.” John whispered. He looked at the sleeping Jack, all bundled up. John looked back, “And… well let’s decide what we are to each other.” John and Abigail shared a huff. The air was tense but John broke it. “I don’t think we’ve felt love from eachother in a long while… I see the stares you give Ms. Sadie, so…” John cleared his throat, “So I think she’d be good for you.” John hummed, “And…” John took a deep breath, “And I think… I think I’ve found someone else too.” John felt himself slump a little, a weight lifted off his shoulders. He looked at Abigail shyly and the other gave a tiny smile. “Let’s be happy alright. Maybe not together but… let’s be happy our own ways. Happy parents mean a happy child right?” Abigail cooed sweetly. She too slumped and felt herself gently squeeze John’s arm. “Have fun with your darling alright? Don’t let me hold you back. Goodnight, John. And make sure you come over for Christmas, for our boy’s sake.” Abigail smiled gently before John gave a nod and stood. John gave a tiny kiss to Jack’s cheek before leaving the tent, going immediately towards Javier’s.

Javier’s body was snuggled into the thin blanket, his chest rising and falling slowly, breathing softly. He was enjoying his nice sleep before he felt his body was shaken. A gentle shake at that. Javier gave a small yawn and turned, his eyes trying to focus. But, Javier recognized John’s figure and the smaller man gave a small smile. “Hola~” He said simply before scootching over and letting John cuddle the other. They reveled in their shared warmth before Javier presses a gentle kiss to John’s cheek. “Tomorrow’s Christmas… let’s go to Valentine together, si?” Javier hummed sleepily to which John replied with a small gruff hum. Both found themselves slowly sinking back into a nice slumber, warm and filled with a light feeling.

Christmas morning was heard through the birds chirping in the air, felt by the shared warmth from the two gentleman, and can be appreciated as both shared sweet lazy kisses to one another’s scarred and scruffy cheeks, tickled by mustaches. A small peck was shared on one another’s ruddy cheeks before they pulled away. Javier gave a small smile, “Let’s get ready, si? Or else our date will be wasted on a wonderful Christmas,” Javier hummed sweetly, kissing John’s cheek. John blushed, “We’re wanted in Valentine, remember?” John grumbled, a bit worried. He sure didn’t want his date with his crush? Lover? His Javier in a county jail cell. Javier giggled softly. “We’ll be careful, right? And we’ll just book a hotel under an alias.” Javier smiled and teased. He sighed before getting up. “I’ll get our horses ready while you get breakfast.” Javier hummed, leaving the tent to do his chore before his date. John could only lay on the cot and smile lightly to himself. This was already turning to a nice Christmas. He too soon got up and went to nab breakfast and possibly freshen up for Javier.

With chores taken cared of, the two new lovebirds went into town, bundled up and not being suspicious. They shared sneaky glances and inside smiles. It was nice… although still high pressure whenever they see any cops, but thankfully, no Pinkertons were in the area. They’re wonderful Christmas morning, shared with warm drinks, small chatter, and a spectacle of beautiful lights. They made their way to Main Square, seeing the large cedar tree decorated with gorgeous decorations, and the most beautiful was the star on top, large and golden. John and Javier stared in silence, a comforting thing as they heard carolers and happy chatter from the townsfolk. John then looked to Javier, before quickly and gently pulling the other into a sweet kiss. Soft sparks of warmth hit both men’s hearts before they pulled away. John looked down at Javier and gave a warm coo, “Merry Christmas, darlin’”. Javier gave a warm smile and pressed another kiss to his darling John, “Merry Christmas, amor.”

The End

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AAAAAAAAAAH! It’s so perfect!!! Thank you, hun!! This is so cute and wonderful!! I love it so much, you beautiful human!

So cover me up, and know you’re enough to use me for good.

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For @fandomsareyay!! I LOVE this song (Morgan Wallen’s version is my fav) and it feels right for some modern Charthur slow dancing :3 I really hope you love it!!

As per usual, you are the sweetest person alive!!!! Aaaah~!!! This is amazing! All of them are perfect~! Thank you so much!!

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Me:

Handsome!

If you're taking requests, how about doing some art for some Creepypasta characters if you're cool with that, whichever one is fine. Idk if you still do Creepypasta since it's been awhile since I checked out your stuff, but I remember really enjoying your old art for them.

eyeless jack gotta be one of my favorite genders