#zsakuva crumpets

[lil-binuu]

ISAAC CAT MEMES ‼️‼️‼️💪💪💪💪😼😼😼

(and one dog meme)

pickle on the verge of death vs isaac who has a dusty house

just isaac

pickle after falling in love

how isaac wants pickle to leave the house

pickle trying to heal isaac’s trauma

isaac trying to convince pickle to clean his house after kidnapping them

pickle ready to hear isaac’s life story in ep 3

crumpet community bcs we all collectively miss issac

THANK U FOR YOUR TIME ‼️😽

[ur-starboyy]

elias ⭐️

[lil-binuu]

this is quite true, sometimes i feel under pressure to write or post anything for my followers and other crumpets, but at the end of the day i remind myself that this is all just for fun and the reason why i’m writing it in the first place is purely just to explore my creative ideas and share them with a supportive community.

sometimes sitting back and just enjoying it is best, but when you have the time and the energy (or maybe you only need the idea to motivate you) then you can be free to have fun with your imagination.

it’s also really interesting and special to see many peoples perspectives on things, how they interpret the audios, the fiction, the characters, and together we make a wonderful community of ideas and stories (and talent because why is every crumpet out there so full of talent omg) which can be enjoyed and appreciated by everyone.

not to mention the wonderful creator, who not only makes unique and fascinating stories and characters, but also creates such a refreshing and welcoming community who support each other.

i have to agree, the engagement is crazy and can definitely be overwhelming sometimes - but the important thing is that we enjoy the freedom of creativity and expression and share it with each other. <3

Venturing the world of ASMR audios is such an interesting ride. I've been thinking about trying it out but as an ASMR Reader where I read stories in a softer/more soothing voice to help people relax. Something that really fascinates me about ASMR audios is the communities that grow from them. Being in ZSakuVA's community has treated me well and everyone's been so kind. I have no negatives and I'm thankful to not be surrounded in toxicity. However, I'm not sure I can carry the same amount of energy that The Crumpets (that's the community name) have. With all the fanart, fanfics, memes, and AUs popping out left and right I wonder how they have so much energy every day! It's like trying to keep track of a ton of kittens at a Cat Cafe or something! I like to partake in a little fun, but I'm also just there to observe, create, and take in the good vibes. This community is a very creative bunch and it's something you have to see to believe. I like to call it.....chaotically sweet.

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[zsakuva]

So, I just read two Kayson x reader fanfics posted within hours of each other.

One is FLUFF, courtesy of @c-t-r-l14.

The other is ANGST, courtesy of @belladonnadawn.

The duality and unity of the Crumpet community is a wonderful thing to behold, and I absolutely love it.

[zowsta]

Intro !!

Hello <3 My names Zowsta !!

~ I’m 21 - my birthdays July 3rd,I’m pan and i don’t mind whether you use she/her or he/him on me!

~ I’m mixed race! Half 🇵🇸 Half 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

~ I have a veryyyy varied music taste so i can pretty much talk to you about any genere (except heavy metal lol 😓)

Examples of artists i like:

•NewJeans

•Wave to Earth

•Lisa Ono

•Ateez

•Chapell Roan

•Pierve the Veil

• Laufey

•Mitski

~ I like anime/manga,sitcoms and i used to have a major gacha phase…

I listen to lots of asmr on youtube so here are some creators I recommend!

• ZSakuVA (Elias is my fave)

• Desmond ASMR

•Redacted ASMR

•Moonlight Haven (M4M audios)

•Angels&Bread ASMR (he doesn’t really make audios anymore but if you’re looking for a M4M asmr with a good plot his dark prince series is great! )

What i post o(｀ω´ )o

• I mostly just create meme type of content for the sakuverse as of right now but when i get a new iPad (probably during Christmas time) i’m going to be posting lots of fanart of Sakus characters and probably some of my ocs!

I think thats it for my intro but i might add on to it or change smth in the future !

[belladonnadawn]

AMERICAN CRUMPETS, ARE YOU OKAY???? 😭

[des2dream]

Crumpet Community Thoughts💗🍪🌹

It feels weird having random thoughts about The Sakuverse without mentioning the whole fandom/community that came along for the ride. Whether it be YouTube, Twitter (X), Tumblr, or Tiktok you've got The Crumpets making good fan content of their favorite fictional Sakuverse men. You got fanart on the right, animatics on the left, fanfiction in the east, and AUs in the west. Fangirls and boys have expressed themselves. Even nobinaries don't want their beloved men shelved. There's also headcanons here and there. They've got OCs EVERYWHERE! I am fascinated by them; yes I am! I'm intrigued by them, Sam-I-Am! While I don't see this as anything new since I've been aware of these kinds of fun and activity in other fandoms, there's something special here. When it involves fictional characters that you can't see but only hear.....the imagination is on full volume. There are times when I question where people get their talents from because I've seen some beautiful fanart going around with both the Sakuverse men and the OCs that fans have. A lot of them are so cute! I'm also pretty impressed with some of the fanfiction since I'm a writer and I love good storytelling. Still.....some of The Crumpets are unhinged! That I will not deny! We've got cuteness with a mixture of unhinged and it's honestly fun.....as long as nobody's getting hurt!😅💕

[claiestve]

are yall mad at me

[mmauve08]

Envisioning what could've been with Elias and Listener is cute and all, but it'd be cool to see if they had something up their sleeve.

Their job at Brewhouse (a neutral-ground of negotiation between gangs), implied attractiveness and charm, and weak familial ties thread the needle somewhere 🤔 It's ambitious to speculate that they have some top-dog position in a rival gang, but I'm rooting for some degree of villainy.

[peppymintdreams]

I warned yall

And now look at all yall sad 😂

[lil-binuu]

making a taglist ☺️

if you want to be on it you can put it in the ask box or just comment under this post and i’ll add you!! i’ll edit this later to show who is on the list

~ also if you only wanna be tagged for something specific, then lmk otherwise you’ll be tagged on every fanfic or fanart i post!

all: @xzhdjsj @belladonnadawn @kieran-rhoades @peppymintdreams @xxminxrq @dollsprincesa @xxluneilaxxaus

fanfics: @rayy2191

fanart: @skrunklebink @fleurinasblog

isaac: @skrunklebink

[beeblelady]

A Crumpet For Saku

[chol1na]

i’m a bit scared to send in asks because saku said his pet peeve is poor grammar hahahahhaha

i’ve heard this quite a few times from some friends/moots too hahah~

but he said this, so i think you’re good!!:

[messenger-of-stupidity]

This is a letter to ZSakuVA that I know he probably will never see.

(spoilers for newest audio. But not really since the title of that audio says everything that I say here.)

AHEM

King Crumpet,

I am just a little bug that has been following your channel for a little over a year now. In that time I've consumed many a content, whether that be while I'm studying for finals (which makes the whole uni student listener very immersive omg), going to sleep, or simply going about my day to day life. And it has been a happy journey where I jump at jumpscares, laugh at the jokes and funny moments, learn new things, grow flustered when your voice goes closer to the mic. (A very nice voice hehe)

And I understand you like angst. I too enjoy angst. The fics I write are testament to that.

But congratulations, take your crown. For you have broken this stoic face of mine (not actually stoic all the time since my poker face is for shit) and made tears generate and fall for the first time when listening to an audio. (From whoever.)

True, I make jokes about crying or sobbing but it's all on the inside. (Like the numb little bug that I am lmao)

But you have taken a character I have truly gushed and blushed over and had him shatter my heart in ways I didn't know was possible.

So take your crown while I cradle what is left of this torrent of emotions you have given me. Let me wait out for the lessening of the building dread I experienced while waiting for the outcome. I much would have preferred you yelling at me instead. But I consume this content nonetheless. (That's more poetic than I've managed to be for like... Three weeks. Which is saying something since it wasn't very poetic lmao)

Sincerely,

A Crumpet of Stupidity

(on second thought, no he will not escape this, I'm editing my YouTube comment and putting it there to heighten the chances of him seeing it.)

[c-t-r-l14]

THE WAY I HAVE SOMETHING SO SIMILAR TO THIS IN THE DRAFTS RN IS CRAZY 💀💀💀

May Your Heart Be Free

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Inspired by this post and all the heartbreaking lovely replies. Special thanks to @xzhdjsj, @kieran-rhoades and @c-t-r-l14 as well as the lovely @jasminepicksflowers for the heartbreak ideas. (I hope you don't mind the tag!)

Isaac drowns in work and sorrow after you leave him to become a singer. You meet again.

The house was empty without you in it. He could feel the loneliness weighing him down, stealing the air from his lungs as he walked the desolate hallways. You had taken every ray of light when you went, leaving him in the tense darkness of his dangerous life. 

Isaac sighed, burying his face in his hands as your lovely voice sounded over the speakers in his study. He tried not to indulge, refraining from checking up on you too often — maybe once or twice during the day, going through your social media, keeping track of the people frequenting your neighborhood and assuring you would never come to harm — but at night, sometimes the longing in his heart was too much to bear. 

Your singing did not ease the burden on his heart, but at least it turned the suffocating feeling of having lost you into a sharp ache instead. He could hear in your voice that you were happy. The enthusiasm it carried as the vinyl spun circles made him smile fondly despite the tears in his eyes. You were happy. That was all that mattered. 

He downed his whiskey, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes. God, he missed you terribly. The alcohol did not soothe him as it used to now that he knew what it felt like to be held when his heart broke apart. The stinging in his eyes as his vision blurred, the cramp in his right hand, the pain in his head — all the signs of overwork he had prided himself on pushing through to continue his work until the early hours of the morning, satisfy his client and close the case, now threatened to bury him under their weight. 

When had he become so soft? When had shutting off his heart and putting his head down to drown in the pages before him, stopped being enough to save him from the rising tide of his sorrow?

The ring he had gifted you lay in front of him on the desk. The note under it was almost mocking — ‘Thank you for everything. Take care.’ — as if everything between you could be reduced to a simple ‘thank you.’ As if his overwhelming love for you, the thorn in his side and the reason he still breathed warranted the meager reciprocation of ‘take care.’ 

He took the ring, clutching it in his shaking fist, and pushed the note away from him, careful not to stain it with the tears trailing down his face. It hurt. Having you gone hurt; hearing the echo of you in these walls, feeling the memory of your love for him — it tore him apart over and over and over again.

It made him feel like a boy again, terrified of the darkness lurking at the end of the hall. Isaac had always prided himself on being self-sufficient, but now he felt almost petrified at the thought of being alone. 

Asirel, kind and indebted to him as he was, had tried helping in his own way, knowing Isaac long enough to be familiar with his coping mechanism. He had given him case after case, making him lose himself in work until there was little time to think about anything else. He had taken every case, hoping they would fill the aching hole inside him.

Isaac downed another glass of whiskey, grimacing at the tear stains he felt on his face. Nothing could make him forget about you, and as the needle lifted off the vinyl, stopping your melodic singing and replacing it instead with the empty sound of the platter turning, he stored both the ring and the note away in the top drawer of the desk, telling himself that tomorrow would be a little easier. 

It never was. Your absence still burned as much as on the day he had said goodbye. 

With all the work he did, Isaac rose further in his client’s esteem. They all saw him as an efficient, professional, and hard-working young man, praising him for the thorough and quick handling of their cases. His reputation began to precede him, carrying the word of Isaac Rhoades as the man who could retrieve information about questions other people hadn’t even thought about. Asirel was proud of him, of course, and many clients wanted to have him as a more permanent ally as well.

“Monsieur Rhoades, so glad you could make it!” the little man with the mustache said, shaking Isaac’s hand energetically. Normally, he would have never accepted the invitation for a soireé, but this particular client had insisted, constantly bothering him about the expensive appetizers he had imported straight from la belle France and the breathtaking music he had arranged to be played at his lavish mansion.   

“Thank you for having me,” Isaac replied, presenting the old wine he had brought as a gift. Truthfully, he had grabbed the first bottle he had found, knowing that every one of them was appropriate to keep up appearances and otherwise not caring in the least bit about the evening’s festivities. 

The host took the red wine, staring at the bottle with wide eyes. “Ah, Oui,” he said, sounding shaken, “excellent taste, I see. Excuse-moi.” He walked towards his assistant, Isaac presumed, handing him the bottle carefully and muttering some hurried French, probably instructions on how to store it properly. 

It made Isaac wonder which one he had grabbed, but the thought quickly left his mind as he took a glass of champagne and began sipping it. He yearned for his whiskey instead as the evening dragged on. 

He had handed out most of his business cards when the host approached him again, swapping his half-empty glass of champagne for a full one. “I have the most lovely performance prepared for my guests tonight,” he said, slinging an arm around Isaac’s shoulder amicably and beginning to walk him towards the faint melody he had picked up sometime during the evening from the adjoining music room.

The musician was singing, accompanied by a piano, but he had drowned out the faint echoing of their voice as he conversed with the other guests, strengthening old ties and developing new ones. 

“Very lovely indeed,” Isaac said, downing his glass of champagne and glancing at his watch. He wondered if half past twelve was an appropriate time to leave already. There was a sudden stutter in his heart, and Isaac frowned discreetly, his brain needing a moment to catch up to reality. The melody sounded familiar. The tone of voice, no—!

“What a pleasure to know you like them too,” the host said with a smile, leaving him alone in the doorway to catch one of his other acquaintances. 

Isaac sucked in a breath, watching you play. 

You had not noticed him yet, too caught up in your own world of music to pay much attention to the room around you as your fingers danced across the keys. 

He felt so stupid. How long had you been playing already? How much time had he wasted mingling with potential clients while you were here as well, pouring your heart out as you sang the songs he listened to daily right in front of him?

The happiness you radiated with as you played was unmistakable. You were shining with it. Isaac could hear it in every note you played. He could see it in every sway of your upper body as you became one with the music, letting it overtake you as you put your all into expressing how you felt. 

He was so happy for you. Seeing you like this, hearing the joy and brightness in your voice melted his heart and no matter how much it tore him apart that you were no longer by his side, he was glad to have let you go and have the privilege of watching you live your dream. 

Trying to blink away the tears in his eyes, he applauded like everyone else as you looked up from the piano, your song fading into the noise of the people around you. There were many, leaning against the walls or talking near the open windows as they enjoyed your soothing playing and the magical sound of your voice. 

You inhaled shakily, swearing you felt your heart stop when your eyes met. Isaac’s face was ashen as he stood in the doorway. You could see the emotion in his eyes as he smiled faintly at you. Having him here, cheering you on and gazing at you with a look of such pride brought tears to your eyes, you longed to get up and engulf him in a hug, thanking him over and over and over again for everything he did and still does for you. 

Instead, you kept up appearances, inclining your head and smiling gratefully at the applause of the other guests. It would not do to cause a scandal here, neither for you nor for Isaac.

Placing your fingers on the keys again, you began to play with a slight adjustment to the night’s setlist. The song was new, to the public at least. You had written it during melancholic nights, your mind filled with thoughts of Isaac, longing to see how he was, but knowing it would only hurt so much more to reach out to him. 

You had never planned on releasing it, but having Isaac here, so close but so far out of reach, made you want to show him just how much he meant to you. You wanted to show him how much you missed him.

“Is the world enough to save

For your stoic’s life of purpose?

Did you rummage through the haze?

Have you caught off all the surplus?”

You closed your eyes, having played the melody more times than you could count. You could not bear looking at Isaac as you sang to him, worried of what you might find in his gaze — worried of your voice cracking as the emotions for him overwhelmed you.

“Is your life so full of shadows

You no longer see the light?

Are you standing in the ashes

Of the bridge I left behind?”

Deep down, you feared he hated you or harbored resentment towards you after abandoning him. You knew you had hurt him. 

It was obvious, from the desperation he had tried to hide in his eyes the day you told him about your decision to the tight embrace he had given you at the door, as the car waited outside to take you away. You had almost expected him to plead, beg you not to go and leave him behind in the claws of his past, but Isaac had never allowed himself to be selfish. He had let you go with well wishes and the request to look after yourself. 

“Did you drown yourself in whiskey

When you saw me walk away? — Or

Did you freeze up your heart

To keep yourself from missing me?”

Your words made him flinch. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms to anchor himself to the present and remember in what company he was in. It would sully his name if people saw him break down over a song — a seemingly random one, to their eyes. He kept looking at you, watching how the light breeze ruffled your hair as you sang with your eyes closed. 

You were beautiful, and Isaac could not help the surge of affection taking hold of his heart. He was soft, but only for you. Something about you brought out the side of him that he had thought buried long ago, and no matter if you were no longer with him, seeing your passion for music, the love for what you did — as much as it pained him to admit it was for the best, he was happy he let you go. 

“Is the world enough to save —

My knight of shadow?”

The tempo slowed, and you opened your eyes again, finding Isaac already looking back. You needed to tell him. You needed to make sure he knew you were genuine as you confessed to him the truth that had been eating away at you — hoping he had it in himself to forgive you.

“I dream through every day,

Wishing I’d stayed beside you.”

Isaac’s eyes widened in shock as the last verse hit him. It felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut. All the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. The softness in his heart not a moment ago turned into drowning sorrow. The only thought on his mind, as he heard the crowd cheer, was that he needed to get out. He needed to collect himself.

“Lovely, aren’t they, Monsieur Rhoades?” the host said, nodding towards you. He did not see the anguish on your face nor the longing in your gaze as you continued playing, unable to get to Isaac as all the eyes were on you. “Don’t you love a display of talent like this? Je l’aime!”

“Excuse me,” Isaac choked, keeping his head down to hide the tears threatening to fall and making his way through the crowd quickly, ignoring various calls of his name. Yours was not among them, so he continued hastily, needing to get out, get away, only stopping when he was safely inside his car, hidden in the darkness again where nobody could see him lose his composure. 

Only in the darkness, he allowed his tears to fall unseen. 

[zowsta]

Me when i saw the list of characters Saku would be discontinuing but Alex wasnt on that list

Anyway in so glad Saku is rested and back in action 🙏 but so sad abt Kayson being discontinued AND MY BAE ELIAS BEING ON HIATUS, I’m just greatful it wasn’t Andrew or Isaac being discontinued😭