#zsakuva community

[zsakuva]

Regarding The Recent AnonConfessions

To the Tumblr Crumpet Community,

I’m aware that a couple of posts on audioroleplayconfessions have sparked an uproar over the last couple of days, and I think it has been blown way out of proportion, to the extent where I need to write this.

Though I agree that most criticisms about others can be handled in private, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and the confessions blog is a way to publicly post what they want to say while also keeping their anonymity. As a creator, it's unfortunate to see members having issues with other members, but that is also an opinion someone can have. It's impossible for everyone to get along, and inevitably, we are drawn to/repelled by certain people and behaviours.

Just as I agree that the confession author can block those in the community they have a problem with, so can those who have a problem with the confession blog. We all know the purpose of it and what it's used for, and it will likely have opinions/criticisms we don't like or agree with. It is meant to be a place for thoughts that would probably receive backlash/conflict with the majority in said fandom. Still, you are free to comment, and I always advocate for healthy discourse.

I have also seen the community blame Ringmaster for this. As far as I can see, Ringmaster did not break any of their own rules with the first post: it was not hate, nor was it targeted harassment because the member was unnamed. However, I think the second post treads a fine line between being a follow-up of the first post, and fighting with the community directly under the guise of anonymity, fuelling it further.

Again, if the confessions blog irritates/offends you, please block it for your health and your sanity.

The ZSakuVA tag has been filled with this recently. I understand that a lot of you want to defend the community and ensure it remains a safe space for all, and I have tried to keep it that way since the beginning. It's wonderful to see some positive comments stem from this. However, some posts simply reacting to the drama can prove detrimental to the community as a whole and fan the flame, drawing more eyes to the matter when there was no need to, and adding more conflict where there was little. Please do not insult others. Do not seek out the drama and cause more harm than good. And if you have a problem with another member, the best way to resolve it is by either talking to them privately, or blocking them.

I would recommend, before you post about drama like this (which shouldn't have been drama in the first place), ask yourself if it will contribute to the conflict or contribute to the community.

This will be my only post on the matter.

[audioroleplayconfessions]

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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[lil-binuu]

do you think they did

[des2dream]

This has been constantly on my mind the past few days and I've been doing some self-reflecting as of late.

Do I need to keep putting emojis in my posts? Do I need to keep putting in gifs when they're not needed despite the fact that I often put in one or two (or more)? I'm not a child, that much is clear, but do I come off as childish? I look at my Tumblr page and look at all the cutesy stuff I post such as MLP, Sailor Moon, Winx Club, etc. and while I do love those shows, the fact is they were intended for young audiences. I mean, look at my OC and my hand-drawn art! It looks like a little kid could made it in a heartbeat! People often see hand-drawn art as childish because it's not digital paint. Digital art is used much more professionally and that's understandable. Do people see me as childish? Maybe I should make some changes? I should do more to ensure that I take things seriously? I'm sorry, this comment just had me thinking a lot, that's all. I do admire and appreciate everyone who is a part of the ZSakuVA Crumpet Community no matter what posts they make and all the creative things they do. I'm just wondering what I could do for the future, you know? As a writer/creator, it's important for me to wanna do better rather than always stay the same.

[peppymintdreams]

What if Andrew and Isaac Never Broke up?

Here it is the twist that brung a question to my thoughts since it was revealed that andrew and isaac had dated yet broke up so 

What if Andrew and Isaac never broke up. Then what would be the fate of darling? I hope you enjoy it because it took me way too long having to think of a way to start and end it so enjoy! ^v^

Masterlist

Andrew sighed as he closed the file on his desk, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had read the submission multiple times, each pass stirring conflicting feelings. While he admired the student’s work ethic and attention to detail, the undertones of the submission were… more personal than professional.

Taking a deep breath, he dismissed his class for the day and waited. When he knew they'd be the last to leave the class, he found Darling staring up at him, a bit startled.

Andrew gave a tight but polite smile. “Oh, not you,” he replied, trying to ease into what was about to be a delicate conversation. “I need to speak with you for a few minutes. It’s about your recent submission.”

“Oh—Professor Marston,” they said, their voice wavering slightly. “I wasn’t expecting you. Is… is everything okay?”

Darling’s eyes widened slightly, and Andrew noticed their shoulders stiffen. Nervousness hung between them like a thick fog.Andrew motioned for them to sit. “It’s just a brief conversation,” he reassured, though his expression was serious.

Darling hesitated, lowering themselves into the chair opposite him, their mind swirling with doubt. They swallowed, trying to keep calm.

 Andrew turned toward Darling, noting how their eyes flickered with anticipation, even hope. He felt a pang of guilt but knew what needed to be said. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I’ll get straight to the point,” Andrew began, his voice softening slightly. 

“Your submission,” he began slowly, “was very well-done. Flattering, even. I can see the amount of effort you put into it.”

“… It was flattering, and I appreciate the sentiment behind it. Truly. But, it was also highly inappropriate.”

Darling looked down, cheeks burning with embarrassment. This was worse than they’d feared.

Andrew sighed, leaning forward slightly, folding his hands together. “Look, I want you to know that what you’ve written—it’s well thought out, and your admiration means something. I understand how easy it is to blur boundaries in an academic setting, especially when emotions are involved.” His tone was gentle, almost apologetic, but it carried the weight of authority.

“But...” Andrew’s gaze softened, and he spoke carefully, as though selecting each word with great care. “I’m in a relationship.”

Darling's head shot up, eyes wide. They hadn’t known.

“I appreciate that you see me in a certain light, and I’m flattered, really, but... my heart belongs to someone else. Has been for a long time.” A small smile tugged at the corner of Andrew’s lips, as if he was thinking of Isaac at that moment. His eyes seemed distant, caught between the present and a memory.

For Darling, the realization hit hard, like a curtain had been pulled back, revealing something they hadn’t been prepared to see.

“Isaac and I have been together for years, since university, actually. He’s been a constant in my life, even when work has been overwhelming or life unpredictable. He grounds me. Our relationship is something I cherish deeply.”

Darling’s heart sank further with each word. They wanted to speak, to apologize, but they could only sit there in silence as Andrew continued.

“I understand how easy it is to develop feelings in these dynamics,” Andrew went on, his tone remaining kind but firm. “But what you’ve suggested in your submission would cross ethical lines—both as a professor and as someone committed to another person.”

Darling bit their lip, feeling the weight of their actions fully settle on them. This was never how they had intended things to go.

Andrew gave them a small, almost sympathetic smile. “You’re a talented student, and I want to see you succeed. I’m not angry. Just… concerned. This could’ve easily turned into something that might have jeopardized not only my position, but your progress too. And that’s the last thing either of us want, right?”

Darling nodded numbly, feeling the crushing realization of their mistake.

“I have no doubt you’ll move forward from this and learn from it. And just for the record...” Andrew paused, looking them straight in the eye, his expression softening. “Admiration and respect don’t always have to lead to something more. Sometimes, the most important connections are the ones that remain professional.”

His words stung, but they carried a quiet wisdom, something that came not just from experience, but from someone who had navigated complex emotions before.

There was an awkward silence that followed, thick with unspoken emotions. Darling felt a pang of regret—not just for what they had written, but for the boundaries they had overstepped.

Andrew stood up, breaking the silence. “I’m not going to hold this against you. We all make mistakes. What matters is how we learn from them. Let’s leave this behind and focus on your work moving forward, okay?”

Darling swallowed the lump in their throat, managing a faint nod. “Okay. I’m... I’m sorry, Professor Marston.”

Andrew’s face softened further, and he offered them a small, kind smile. “It’s alright. You’re young, and these things happen. Just... take care of your heart, okay?”

Darling nodded, standing up shakily. As they gathered their things to leave, they couldn’t help but feel the lingering weight of the missed opportunity—not in romance, but in understanding who Andrew truly was beyond their own infatuation. They had admired him from afar, but the depth of his relationship with Isaac was something they hadn’t anticipated. It was a love that ran deep, one that left no room for anything else.

As they stepped out of the lecture hall, the door closing softly behind them, they realized that what they had written was not just inappropriate—it was misaligned with the reality they hadn’t seen. And now, they had no choice but to move on, leaving their feelings for Andrew in the past where they belonged.

As the door to the lecture hall clicked shut behind Darling, Andrew remained seated at his desk for a moment, staring at the now-closed file. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. Conversations like this never got easier. He had always prided himself on maintaining professional boundaries, but sometimes, lines blurred without him even realizing it. He hadn’t seen this coming.

His thoughts drifted to Isaac. If Isaac knew about this, how would he feel? Not angry, Andrew assumed, but it would still weigh on him. Isaac was incredibly understanding, always had been, but Andrew hated the thought of anything—especially his work—causing tension in their relationship. He grabbed his phone from the desk and stared at Isaac's name in his contact list.

After a moment, Andrew put the phone back down. No, not now. He’d talk to Isaac about it later, but right now, Darling was what concerned him. He felt a sense of guilt, not because of the submission, but because of how easily admiration had morphed into something else. Maybe he should have been more aware of the dynamic, more perceptive to the signs. He had been so focused on nurturing his students' talents that he might have overlooked the emotional weight behind their actions.

He sighed, standing up and gathering his things for the day. The heavy silence in the room followed him as he left, and his mind remained clouded with the conversation, the student's nervous expression still vivid in his memory.

Meanwhile, Darling walked through the university halls, head down and heart heavy. They replayed the conversation in their mind, each word stinging more than the last. They had admired Professor Marston for so long—his intelligence, his kindness, the way he made them feel seen in a sea of other students. But admiration had turned into something more, something they hadn’t meant to cross the line into.

They knew now that they had misread the entire situation. In their mind, their feelings had been valid, but they had failed to see Andrew for who he truly was—a professional with his own life and commitments. They had let their emotions lead them to something inappropriate, something unfair to him and to themselves.

The thought of Isaac—someone they hadn’t even known existed until moments ago—left a bitter taste in their mouth. Andrew had spoken about him with such warmth, such love, and Darling had never heard him talk about anyone that way before. There was a part of them that ached knowing that Andrew's heart had already been claimed, and that there was no room for the kind of affection they had hoped for.

It wasn’t just the romantic rejection that stung. It was the realization that they had failed in keeping their own emotions in check. They had let admiration turn into something unprofessional, and that wasn’t who they wanted to be. The respect they had for Andrew had clouded their judgment, and now, the only thing they could do was to learn from it.

As Darling stepped outside into the crisp autumn air, they inhaled deeply, trying to clear their mind. They knew things would be awkward for a while. Every lecture with Andrew would feel different now. But they also understood that this moment wasn’t the end of the world. It was a learning experience—one that came with its fair share of discomfort and disappointment, but also a chance to grow.

And maybe, they thought, they could still admire Professor Marston—not as someone they had feelings for, but as someone who had helped guide them through a difficult moment in their academic journey. Maybe in time, they would come to appreciate the boundaries he had set, and the care he had shown in navigating such a delicate situation.

They walked toward the campus library, resolving to focus on their studies, on what really mattered. Because in the end, this wasn’t about Andrew Marston and their feelings for him—it was about their future, their growth, and learning how to navigate the complexities of professional relationships.

And while the sting of rejection would linger for a while, they knew that they would come out of this stronger, more self-aware.

Settling into a quiet corner of the library, they unpacked their bags, placing textbooks and notebooks in front of them. There were assignments they needed to review, papers that were half-finished, deadlines looming. It should have been enough to pull them away from the whirlpool of emotions they were drowning in.

But as they opened one of their binders to grab a sheet of paper, something else slipped out.

Love letters.

Dozens of them, tucked carefully away in the pockets of the binder. Each letter, neatly folded and written late at night, bore the weight of their unspoken feelings for Andrew. The sight of them was a gut punch, a reminder of the hours spent pouring their heart out for someone they now knew they could never have.

Darling stared at the letters, their chest tightening. How many sleepless nights had they spent crafting each word, choosing the perfect way to express their admiration? How many times had they imagined giving them to Andrew, picturing his reaction, the possibility of something more? And now, all those dreams seemed so far away—unrealistic, naive.

A tear slipped down their cheek as they gingerly unfolded one of the letters, running their fingers over the inked words. They didn’t need to read it to remember what they had written—the lines were etched into their memory, a bittersweet echo of feelings that had nowhere to go.

The weight of it all was unbearable.

With trembling hands, they closed the binder, placing it aside. It hurts too much to look at those letters right now. Instead, they grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, as if to rewrite their own story—a different story, one not bound by unreciprocated love.

They hesitated for a moment, then began to write. This time, it wasn’t a love letter to Andrew. It wasn’t for anyone but themselves.

Love, you’ve been a surprise, haven’t you?You’ve woven yourself into places I didn’t expect, tangled me up in dreams that weren’t mine to keep.

But you’ve taught me too.

You’ve taught me that sometimes, the heart leads you to places you’re not meant to stay.And that’s okay.

More tears fell, dampening the corners of the paper. But they didn’t stop writing.

There’s beauty in the unexpected, in the lessons we learn when things don’t go our way.

And maybe, love, you weren’t meant for me in the way I hoped.

But I’ll carry you anyway, as a reminder that some things are meant to be felt, but not kept.

Darling exhaled shakily, the catharsis of the words easing the ache in their chest. Their hearts still hurt, and it would for a while. But at least, with each word, they were reclaiming something—a bit of peace, a bit of understanding.

As they wiped away the last of their tears, they placed the poem in their binder alongside the letters, knowing that this too was part of their story. A chapter they had to live through to grow stronger, to move forward.

And for the first time since leaving Andrew’s office, they allowed themselves to breathe.

Back in his office, Andrew finally grabbed his phone and sent a brief message to Isaac:

“Hey, just finished with a long day. Looking forward to dinner tonight. Love you.”

As he pressed send, Andrew felt a sense of relief. He had done the right thing. And as he packed his things and prepared to head home, he looked forward to seeing Isaac, the man who had stood by him through so many challenges, and who reminded him why boundaries were so important.

[vasiliascrow]

HIHI, i hope u're doing great today!! i'm curious, who is ur personal favorite sakuverse character?

also, i really like ur writing (*´▽`*)

Hello hello~ !

Ah thank you, i'm very glad to hear that you like my writing :) (I'm not the best at it lol.)

Personally, I am fond of a few! It's hard to say that just one of them is a favourite when they are all so different. their stories, personalities, voices, etc...my opinion on them are all different! I love talking about Saku's characters and their complexities.

Personal Favourite Sakuverse Character(s) : (with explanations)

Asirel. Asirel is the kind of guy who radiates power/authority and i love how Pet challenges that dynamic between the two.

Issac. His voice just does it for me man. Okay, being serious though I find his story really sweet between him and his listener. How the storyline progresses with them throughout the series is really something else :)

Niall. Simply because he's the only MLM storyline/character on the Youtube channel. Although I do not re-listen to his series I think he is a decent character. I see myself in him.

(also, Dontis is really good. god his accent.)

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.⋆˚ ── ✦ ⋅ ✎ᝰ. ⋅ ✦ ── ˚⋆.˚✧̣̇.⋆ ✶˖· ˳. ✦ . ˚

Thank you for the question! I hope this suffices~

-Crow

[c-t-r-l14]

So…we just all got Isaac fics in our drafts right now??

[sbewyz]

Ive been posting YV fanart so on a related note about the asmr/audio rp creators-

Its kinda wild how no one seems to give af about how many of these creators are using uncredited or AI generated art in their videos.

Considering how much (deserved) noise theres been when someone reuploads or steals these creators own audios and how i can only imagine the same people would react, if their voices were taken to make a AI version of it that was then used to make whole new videos, You would think theyd understand how disrespectful it is as another kind of creator to have your work taken without credit or permission.

Seriously, your content centers around AUDIO, do you need the AI generated frankensteins monster anime boi in your video that bad?

Or is the content YOU make just not that good that you have to rely on somebody elses to piggyback off it?

"credit to the artist" doesnt magically give credit to the artist.

"If you know who the artist is lmk so i can credit them" Im sorry, why is it now your VIEWERS job to do what you were supposed to BEFORE YOU USED THE ART IN THE FIRST PLACE?

"AI generated art" is literally just images made by scraping nonconsenting artists work.

Theres so many ways to go about getting graphics for your video that are perfectly fine and dont require you to steal somebody elses work so legitimately I do not understand this fenomenon at all.

[saxobuggie]

If you have a tc, and you're very much coping alone

Allow me to introduce you to this fine specimen and his va series

Andrew(the male lead) IS SUCH A SWEETHEART. AND HOT. AND HIS LAUGHS ARE EVERYTHING >>>

[boxkitkat]

Random post on some small ZSakuVA verse headcannons! <3

(Mainly for Isaac and Elias o(>ω<)o)

Isaac: Isaac probably has a habit of doing that little leg bounce whenever he’s anxious. Before he met the listener and got closer with them he probably smelled A LOT like coffee.

When he was probably 8-11 he took piano lessons for a while but simply didn’t feel like music was something he was interested in.

Isaac as a kid (like around 5-7 years old) would struggle with sleeping so his mom (maybe sometimes joined by his dad) would end up helping him go to sleep by playing with his hair, putting on a small puppet show for him while reading a bed time story with cute animal hand puppets.

His favorite bugs are blue butterflies and ladybugs because they would remind him of whenever he helped his mom in the gardens and little butterflies and ladybugs would show up near the flowers in the spring.

He finds hot chocolate or a warm tea comforting on cloudy or rainy days.

His houses garden would probably have like a miniature waterfalls here and there.

Isaac probably has a messenger for himself like Adriel did to communicate through his workers, or just emails them or calls them but never meets any of his workers in person face to face.

He would be a girl dad. Dressing up in frilly princess dresses with plastic tiaras and attending the finest tea parties with the most high quality and rich wooden biscuits and cookies all to make his daughter happy. Of course when he had the time to. He probably has a black silk robe. Wouldn’t be surprised. As well as a really high quality grey or navy blue kimono stashed away in his closet. Maybe a gift from one of his older clients who is aware of his ethnicity background.

He’s really ticklish behind his knee.

He definitely has a disappointed and judgmental Asian dad glare if you do anything stoopid in-front of him.

He would appreciate the listener helping him with taking care of orchids that he gotten, maybe hug the listener from behind with his arms around their waist while they gently watered the orchids and he gives em a small peck on the cheek :D

He’s got a whole bunch of fancy watches, some as gifts from his clients and some from a collection his grandpa probably had of watches.

Elias: He’s mixed with Mexican and Filipino background, the Hispanic side from his mom and the Filipino side from his dad. He likes Thai food a lot. Specially Pad Thai noodles.

Some of his fave desserts are Ube cookies, and concha’s (specifically the white ones).

He would like to hold a grill with his old friends from high school.

He would tackle an enemy down like a football player.

He definitely uses the word “opp” in an unironic way.

He wears compression shirts during a workout, or loose no sleeve shirts that show off his muscles.

Kinda random but he was taller than most of the other Saku verse boys during their tween years.

In middle school and high school he would get really dirty and hurt a lot (scratches, bruises, etc) due to playing sports with his friends.

(this head cannon is inspired off of another crumpets head cannon so credits to them for this idea!) His mom was religious (not crazy religious but yknow) catholic to be specific so he was raised with an upbringing of some religious faith. He isn’t super religious himself tho, not as much as him mom was. And also he probably has a cross necklace as well that he sometimes wears.

Elias wears mostly silver jewelry because it goes well with his skin complexion.

Listens to the reggaeton genre usually and rap too, he would definitely get jiggy with it to El Coco No.

Speaking of dancing, Elias is probably a pretty good dancer but insists that he’s okayish.

He’d make listener dance with him, especially if it’s a romantic song.

He likes some of Franks Sinatras music mainly because it makes him think of his listener probably or his mom due to Franks music (from what I’ve heard) being very sentimental.

He likes to make himself banana milkshakes sometimes in the mornings.

He’s got a sick belt collection and is very much proud of it and WILL show it off to anyone who asks. He’d wear them on special occasions tho or not at all cuz they are his precious babies.

His jaw can open oddly enough very widely without dislocating it somehow.

He’d probably do that thing where people lift up their eyelids inside out to mess with James because James finds it icky and recoils and cringes at it. (He’s done this ever since he was 10 when he discovered James didn’t like that.)

His go to late night snack is a PB&J sandwich or instantly noodles.

Luca: He has a high pitched scream.

He’d have a comfort pillow, he’d cuddle it incase whenever his listener isn’t home (like on a business trip or something)

He has flat hair so he tries to blow dry it to make it have more volume but it isn’t able to hold up for long after a while sometimes.

His hair is very shiny.

He brings a small lotion bottle with him wherever he goes to keep his hands and arms moisturized.

He’s sometimes tempted to eat things that aren’t edible but look edible.

Half of his twitter feed is cats and capybaras.

He might’ve been in a few clubs in high school, like chest or volunteering work.

Luca was a really energetic kid with the people he was closest with and his parents would sometimes struggle keeping up with that.

He liked sandwiches a lot as a kid, he still does and I think he would have a great appreciation for those little tea sandwiches. He’d absolutely adore those sandwiches.

Whenever he’s cooking he puts little hair clips on so his hair doesn’t get in the way of his face and distract him while cooking or getting any hair into the food he’s making. The hair clips probably have little animals on them.

Small head-cannons for the others!:

Andrew likes to wear a lot of gold jewelry, he stretches a lot from having bad seating posture making his body feel sore. Kayson definitely plays around with his brothers by picking them up and throwing them over his shoulder, he’d do this a few time with his listener as well if they are being bratty or playful. Dontis wears those Hawaiian shirts and has crazy bed head. Jonah likes to dye his hair a lot with a bunch of different bright colors, his hair is very dead, and he likes subtle vanilla scents. Rowan likes garlic bread and he gently rubs his listeners hand with his thumb whenever therye nervous or upset. Asirel owns a sick blood red sports car and sometimes sun tans next to his smancy fancy pool with a speedo on and some fancy sunglasses (gotta keep the tan up.)

Okayy thats all for now!! Hope you enjoyed reading and ty for listening to me share! And ofc pls feel free to say your own personal thoughts and feelings on my head cannons or your own personal head cannons! Ty Crumpet Nation! ☆ ～('▽^人)

[mitsukitsume]

Favorite writers?

As in what? In the zsakuva community?

Hmm well I'll say @literary-motif !!!

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[zsakuva]

do you read fanfics about your own characters ?? if so how often?

It depends if I have time when I'm looking through the tag. Sometimes I do!

[audioroleplayconfessions]

I’m a little confused by the ZSakuVA community’s use of gifs/pics

A lot of the posts of the community on here have off-topic gifs or pictures of some cartons or something that I really don’t understand. Like it’s not a meme and has nothing to do with the rest of the post so why add it? Makes it look like they’re all very young.

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[lil-binuu]

Who is julian like what lore am I missing right now I’m so confused 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

KING JULIAN OFCCC

jk it’s a character on patreon only

i think he’s a butler or smt?? (this part may be entirely wrong tho LMAO)

[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!😅💕

[peppymintdreams]

PEPPYYYY.... I got a question.... is it PAWsible... to make one where the saku boys encounter a WIZARD and turn into cats? :3

(idk if uve done this one already but oh well! 🤷‍♀️)

PENELOPEEE.. yes my child it is “PAWsible”

Mint-fact I have actually multiple scrapped fanfics of the sakuboys as cats most of them being Luca as that was back when I was a Luca fanatic

Paws and Claws

Oh no your boyfriends or husband in Luca’s case have turned into adorable little kitties what will you do 😱

Luca

There’s a difference between loving cats and becoming a cat

Luca set out for a walk, Mocha trailing behind him, curious about the scents of the world beyond their apartment. He wasn’t expecting much—just a nice, peaceful stroll through the park, maybe some light shopping on the way back, or a stop at their favorite coffee shop.

But nothing about the day would be ordinary.

Luca had wandered farther than usual, deep into a part of the park he hadn’t explored before. The trees here were dense, and the path winding through them was less maintained, as though it had been forgotten. It wasn’t quite spooky, but there was something off about it—an odd stillness that made Luca uneasy. Mocha, for once, wasn’t bounding ahead, sticking close to Luca’s side as he took tentative steps.

“Hmm,” Luca mumbled to himself, glancing around. “I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

He kept walking, drawn by the curiosity that seemed to tug at him. It wasn’t long before he came upon a small clearing, where an old man in a long, tattered robe stood by a large, ancient-looking tree. His eyes, a vibrant green, were focused on Luca in a way that made him freeze in his tracks.

“Hello,” the old man said, his voice oddly soft. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Luca blinked. “What? Um, I think you’ve got the wrong person…”

The man smiled warmly, though there was something peculiar about his expression. “Oh, not at all. You’ve been wandering, haven’t you? Well, I have something special for you.”

Before Luca could even protest, the wizard raised a hand and muttered something under his breath. Luca felt a sudden, sharp tug in his chest, like a force had gripped him from within. He gasped, eyes widening as his body began to shrink. His limbs shortened, fur sprouted across his skin, and his balance was lost as he crashed to the ground, no longer standing on two feet, but on four.

His entire form had transformed into that of a small, fluffy black cat, the sound of his surprised meow echoing in the clearing.

Luca—now a cat—stared up at the wizard in horror. His mind raced, but his new feline body wasn’t responding the way he wanted. All that came out of his mouth were confused, indignant yowls.

“W-Wait, what did you do to me?!” Luca’s voice—now a shrill, annoyed meow—echoed in his mind. “Why am I a cat?!”

The wizard chuckled, seemingly amused by Luca’s reaction. “Ah, no need to worry. You’re simply a cat for now. It’s not permanent. Consider it a little lesson in perspective. Sometimes, one must see the world from a different angle.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed, his feline ears flattening against his head. “This is not funny. Change me back right now!”

The old man chuckled again, waving his hand dismissively. “In due time, in due time. Enjoy your new form while it lasts, little one. You’ll find it’s not as bad as you think.”

The wizard began to fade from view, disappearing into the air like mist in the morning sunlight, leaving Luca alone in the clearing with nothing but his newfound feline form—and the very real frustration bubbling within him.

Luca—still reeling—attempted to stand up on his four little paws. His balance was off, and he tumbled forward, landing face-first into the grass. He let out another annoyed yowl, his tail swishing in irritation. “This is so embarrassing…”

The worst part was Mocha, who had been suspiciously quiet until now. Luca glanced over and saw her, sitting nearby, her wide eyes trained on him. “Mocha…” Luca whimpered, his voice coming out as an exaggerated meow.

The kitten blinked, cocking her head to the side. Then, to Luca’s horror, she began to approach him, sniffing him as though he were some kind of toy or an unfamiliar animal. The fact that she seemed more curious about him than he did about his own transformation sent a pang of discomfort through Luca’s cat-shaped chest.

“This is so wrong,” Luca groaned internally.

He tried again to walk, this time a little more cautiously. His little paws scrabbled at the ground as he gained some balance, finally managing to take a few steps. His tail flicked wildly behind him, betraying his frustration.

Luca didn’t know how long he would be stuck like this, or if he’d even get back to his usual form. He was more than ready to find a way to reverse this strange, magical curse—but first, he had to survive the humiliation of being a cat for the time being.

After a few awkward steps, Luca sat down in the middle of the clearing, his tail curled protectively around his tiny paws. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the wizard’s words—that it wouldn’t be permanent—but for now, he could only hope he’d be able to figure something out.

Back at the apartment, MC was just finishing a call when they heard a scratching at the door. They opened it and were met with the sight of Mocha, who immediately bolted inside, tail high and proud.

But Luca—well, Luca had followed her, though much more slowly, now in his small feline form. MC froze, blinking in confusion as the black cat sat at their feet and gave them an almost indignant stare.

“You… you’re Luca?” MC asked, kneeling down in surprise.

Luca—still a cat—gave a disgruntled meow, rubbing his face against MC’s leg as if to say, “Yes, I’m Luca, and yes, this is happening.”

MC chuckled softly, scooping him up. “You’re not going to believe this, but I think you make a pretty cute cat.”

Luca growled in response, his tiny body wiggling in MC’s arms. “I’ll never forgive that wizard for this…”

But even in his frustration, MC couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Luca. We’ll figure this out. But for now… you look adorable.”

Luca huffed in response, curling up against MC’s chest, realizing that perhaps—just perhaps—being a cat wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.

But he would still never admit that.

For now, Luca’s day would be spent getting used to being small and fluffy and enjoying getting a lot of pets and pampering from his lovely partner

Isaac

Isaac prided himself on being unshakable, a fortress of composure even in the most bizarre situations. But standing in the middle of a forest clearing, staring down a self-proclaimed wizard with a crooked staff and glittering robes, he felt his patience—already thin—begin to snap.

"I’ll say this once," Isaac growled, his tone sharp as steel. "Hand over what you’ve taken from my client, or I’ll make sure this conversation ends very differently for you."

The wizard merely smirked, swirling his staff in an exaggerated arc. "Oh, but where’s the fun in surrendering, hmm? You have the air of a man who doesn’t know his place. Perhaps a lesson in humility is in order."

Isaac’s jaw tightened. "Don’t waste my time with theatrics."

The wizard chuckled darkly, muttering a string of incantations under his breath. Before Isaac could lunge forward, a burst of shimmering light enveloped him, blinding and disorienting.

When the glow faded, Isaac blinked—or tried to. Something felt... off. He looked down, expecting to see his hands gripping the hem of his coat. Instead, he saw paws. Small, jet-black paws.

A low growl escaped him—or at least, he intended to growl. What came out instead was an irritated mrrroww.

"Much better," the wizard mused, crouching to meet Isaac’s narrowed, feline glare. "A sleek, formidable creature, but utterly powerless. Fitting, wouldn’t you say?"

Isaac’s tail lashed involuntarily as rage boiled in his chest. Powerless? He would show this fool just how wrong he was.

The wizard straightened, dusting off his robes. "Don’t worry, little one. The spell will wear off... eventually. Until then, consider it a chance to reflect on your arrogance." With a final swirl of his staff, he vanished, leaving nothing but the faint scent of ozone behind.

Isaac stared at the spot where the wizard had stood, his sharp feline mind racing.

Hours later, the front door of his home creaked open, and Pickle’s voice rang out from the entryway.

"Isaac? You’re home early—"

Their words trailed off as they spotted the sleek black cat sitting stiffly in the middle of the living room, its emerald eyes uncomfortably familiar.

"...Isaac?" they ventured cautiously, crouching to meet the cat’s gaze.

Isaac gave a pointed mrrrow, his tail flicking in what he hoped conveyed exasperation.

Pickle stared for a moment before realization dawned. "Oh my god," they whispered, a hand flying to their mouth. "You’re... you’re a cat?"

The glare Isaac shot them could have leveled mountains.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, Pickle couldn’t suppress a small laugh. "Well, I guess the wizard wasn’t bluffing."

Isaac padded over to them, his movements sharp and deliberate, and batted at their shin with his paw, a silent do something about this.

"Alright, alright," Pickle said, holding up their hands. "Let me see if I can find a counterspell or something. But, uh..." They hesitated, a mischievous grin creeping across their face. "You are kind of cute like this."

Isaac’s ears flattened against his head, his tail whipping behind him like a storm.

"I’m kidding!" Pickle said quickly, though the amused glint in their eyes betrayed them. "Okay, serious mode. Let’s figure this out."

Over the next several hours, Isaac endured what he would later describe as the single most humiliating experience of his life.

Pickle, despite their best intentions, couldn’t resist cooing over his soft fur and scratching behind his ears—something he discovered, to his dismay, was irritatingly pleasant.

When they finally found a spellbook hidden deep in the Rhoades library and began flipping through pages, Isaac leaped onto the table beside them, peering at the text with laser focus.

"You know," Pickle said as they worked, "I’m starting to think you might actually enjoy being a cat. You’re all broody and mysterious—kind of suits you."

Isaac swatted at their hand, his claws sheathed but his message clear: Don’t push it.

After what felt like an eternity, Pickle finally found the reversal incantation. They recited the words carefully, their voice steady, and another burst of light enveloped the room.

When the glow faded, Isaac stood in his human form once more, his expression as composed as ever—save for the faint twitch of his jaw.

Pickle grinned up at him, unabashed. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

Isaac adjusted his coat, his emerald eyes locking onto theirs. "Like I’m never letting you call me ‘cute’ again."

Pickle laughed, but the sound faltered under the weight of his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me.”

Pickle tilted their head. “Of course I did. I’m not leaving you stuck as a cat forever. Besides...” Their grin returned. “Who else is going to make fun of you for this later?”

A rare smirk curved Isaac’s lips. “I’ll remember that.”

Pickle’s laughter rang out again, and for the first time since the strange ordeal began, Isaac allowed himself to relax.

"Next time," he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement, "remind me to stay far away from wizards."

Andrew

Andrew glared at the wizard—or at least, he tried to. It was difficult to look menacing when you were a cat. A sleek golden brown cat, no less, with bright green eyes and a tail that twitched with irritation.

“This is absurd,” he hissed.

The wizard, an older man with a beard so long it could trip him, simply chuckled as he twirled his staff. “You’ll find this... enlightening,” he said cryptically, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Andrew sat down on his haunches, tail flicking. Enlightening? What was this supposed to teach him—how to get fur everywhere?

“Andrew?”

He perked up at the familiar voice. Darling’s voice. Relief surged through him, but as they walked into the clearing, his stomach sank. How was he going to explain this?

“Andrew, where are you?” Darling called, glancing around.

He meowed. Loudly.

Darling froze, their eyes landing on him. “Oh. Hi, little guy. Where did you come from?”

Little guy? Andrew thought indignantly. He padded closer, weaving around their legs to get their attention.

Darling crouched down, rubbing his ears gently. He almost melted into their touch before catching himself. No. Focus. He had to get their attention, not enjoy being pet like a common house cat.

“Are you lost?” they murmured.

Andrew meowed again, this time more pointedly.

Darling tilted their head. “Huh. You remind me of someone.”

Yes, me, he thought, narrowing his eyes.

They stood, brushing dirt off their knees. “Well, I can’t leave you out here alone. Come on.”

Before he could protest—or, well, meow more aggressively—Darling scooped him up, cradling him to their chest. He stiffened at first, but the warmth of their arms and the steady rhythm of their heartbeat calmed him despite himself.

“Guess you’re coming home with me,” Darling said with a soft smile.

Back at their apartment, Andrew sat on the couch, fur bristling as Darling set down a bowl of water and some tuna.

“You must be starving,” they said.

He gave them an unimpressed look. I’m not eating tuna like some stray, he thought, though his stomach growled in betrayal.

Darling chuckled. “You’re picky, huh? Fine. I’ll get you something else later.”

As they sat beside him, flipping through their phone, Andrew took the chance to inspect himself. He licked a paw experimentally, grimacing at the instinctive motion.

“Why do you seem so... familiar?” Darling murmured, their brow furrowing as they studied him.

Andrew stared back, willing them to figure it out.

“You’ve got his eyes,” they said, more to themselves. “And that grumpy look. Are you channeling Andrew Marston or something?”

He let out a low, indignant growl.

Darling laughed. “Okay, okay. You’re cute, though. Andrew could take a few lessons from you.”

Cute? Lessons?! If he weren’t trapped as a cat, he’d have given them a lecture about how he was the one always saving the day.

As the night went on, Andrew found himself reluctantly enjoying the domesticity. Darling carried him around, scratching behind his ears, even letting him curl up in their lap while they read.

Still, he needed to fix this.

Hours later, just as Darling dozed off on the couch, the wizard reappeared with a flourish.

“Learn anything, Andrew?” he asked with a sly grin.

Andrew let out a furious yowl that woke Darling instantly.

The wizard chuckled. “Alright, alright. Back to your usual self.”

With a wave of his staff, Andrew’s body shimmered, shifting back into his human form. He stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the wizard.

Darling blinked, their eyes wide. “Andrew?! What the—”

“Long story,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “Remind me to explain later.”

The wizard vanished again before Andrew could hurl any choice words his way, leaving him alone with Darling.

“You were the cat?” they asked, still processing.

“Yes,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “And if you tell anyone about this—”

“You purred,” they interrupted, their lips twitching.

He groaned, turning away, but they grabbed his arm, their laughter bubbling over. “No, wait! I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Andrew sighed, but when Darling pulled him into a hug, the irritation in his chest softened. He wrapped an arm around them, grateful to be himself again—though he’d never admit how much he’d enjoyed their care.

“Well,” they teased, resting their head on his shoulder, “at least now I know you can be adorable and insufferable.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Elias

Elias stormed into the safe house, slamming the door behind him. "You are not going to believe what just happened," he growled—or, rather, attempted to growl. What came out instead was a soft, unimposing meow.

Barista, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, froze mid-page turn. Slowly, they looked up, their gaze landing on the sleek black cat standing in the doorway. Its fur was shiny, its ears twitching in irritation, and its bright brown eyes were unmistakably… Elias’s.

"Elias?" Barista asked, setting the book aside.

"Yes, it’s me!" Elias snapped—or tried to. Another meow spilled out, and his tail lashed angrily. "Don’t laugh."

Barista pressed their lips together, trying very hard to obey. "What... happened?"

Elias jumped up onto the coffee table, his paws landing with a soft thud. "There was this wizard, okay? Some weirdo in a pointy hat downtown. I may or may not have insulted his robe—it looked like a cheap Halloween costume!"

Barista raised an eyebrow. "So, you insulted a wizard, and he cursed you?"

"Yes!" Elias sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws indignantly. "And then he turned me into this!" He gestured to himself with one tiny paw.

Barista bit back a laugh, their shoulders shaking. "You... you couldn’t just walk away, huh?"

"Of course not! He insulted me first!" Elias tried to puff out his chest, but the effect was entirely ruined by the way his ears flattened against his head.

Barista finally let out a snort, unable to hold it in any longer. "You’re a cat now. You’re literally a walking, talking—well, meowing—example of your own stubbornness."

"Not funny!" Elias hissed, but his voice came out as an adorable hisss!.

Barista reached out and scooped him up before he could protest. "Aw, look at you," they teased, cradling him in their arms like a baby. "You’re so fluffy!"

"Put me down!" Elias squirmed, his claws digging into Barista’s shirt.

"Nope." Barista scratched behind his ears, causing him to freeze mid-protest. His eyes fluttered shut, and a deep, involuntary purr rumbled from his chest.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice muffled by the fur in his own tail as he tried to hide his face.

Barista smirked, walking toward the kitchen. "Don’t worry, Elias. We’ll figure out how to fix this. In the meantime, I think I have some tuna."

"If you feed me cat food, I swear I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" Barista interrupted, holding him up to meet their amused gaze. "Scratch me? Knock a glass off the counter? Face it, furball, you’re stuck like this until we find that wizard again."

Elias grumbled under his breath as Barista set him down on the counter. "This is humiliating," he said, grooming one paw with a defeated look.

Barista leaned in, giving him a playful smirk. "Don’t worry, kitty. I think you’re adorable."

Elias’s tail swished furiously, but his ears betrayed him, twitching slightly at the compliment. "I hate everything about this," he muttered, but the soft purring that followed gave him away

Xanthus

Xanthus had encountered countless strange beings in his immortal life—vampires, witches, demons—but wizards had always been an elusive lot, preferring their secluded towers and their convoluted spells. So, when one appeared in front of him during his evening stroll with a gleeful grin and a staff tipped with a swirling sapphire, he should have known something was about to go awry.

“Ah, the infamous Xanthus,” the wizard drawled, adjusting his oversized hat. His robes shimmered in hues of green and gold, catching the moonlight in a way that was far too theatrical. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Xanthus crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Then you must know it’s unwise to stand in my way.”

The wizard’s grin widened. “Oh, I’m counting on that. Let’s see how fearsome you are... like this!”

Before Xanthus could respond, the wizard waved his staff, and a burst of shimmering blue energy enveloped him. The sensation was brief but disorienting—his vision swirled, his balance shifted, and a strange warmth spread through his body.

When the light faded, the wizard let out a triumphant laugh. “Perfect! That should temper your arrogance for a while.”

“What have you—” Xanthus began, only to stop abruptly. His voice was... wrong. Higher-pitched, soft, and—

He looked down.

Paws. Silver, velvety paws where his hands should have been. His eyes widened as he glanced at his reflection in a nearby puddle. The once-imposing vampire now stood as a sleek sparkly silver cat, his ruby red eyes the only familiar feature.

The wizard cackled. “You’re adorable! A bit of humility will do wonders for you, don’t you think?” With a wave of his hand, he vanished into the night, leaving a very unimpressed feline in his wake.

Xanthus slunk back to his home, his tail flicking irritably behind him. He pushed open the door with his head and padded into the living room, where you were curled up on the couch with a book.

You looked up at the sound of the door and froze. “Oh my god,” you whispered. “A cat?”

He hopped onto the armrest, glaring at you in what he hoped was a dignified manner.

“Where did you come from?” you asked, setting the book aside. You reached out to scratch behind his ears, and he instinctively leaned into the touch before pulling back, horrified at himself.

“Wait... you’re Xanthus?” you gasped, noticing the familiar piercing Red gaze.

He gave a low, disgruntled meow.

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, this is amazing.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that his tail had started swishing indignantly.

“Who did this to you?” you asked, still grinning as you scooped him up into your arms. “Wait, don’t tell me—a wizard? Classic.”

He let out a pitiful, resigned meow, which only made you laugh harder.

Over the next few days, you took great joy in teasing your feline vampire. You bought him a tiny red collar with a bell, much to his annoyance, and delighted in watching him sulk in indignation.

“Come on, you look adorable,” you teased, holding up a mirror.

He swatted it out of your hands with a well-aimed paw.

At night, he refused to sleep anywhere but on your pillow, his small form curled up next to your head. He’d occasionally nip at your fingers to remind you of who was truly in charge, though it was difficult to take him seriously when his fur was so soft.

The wizard eventually reappeared a week later, laughing at the sight of Xanthus perched on your lap like a pampered house cat.

“Well, well,” the wizard said, “it seems you’ve adapted nicely.”

Xanthus leaped down, his fur bristling as he hissed.

The wizard chuckled, waving his staff. “Fine, fine. I’ll reverse it. But next time, remember—don’t cross a wizard.”

With a swirl of light, Xanthus returned to his usual form, looming over the now-nervous wizard.

“Oh,” the wizard muttered. “Right. Forgot how tall you were.”

Xanthus grabbed him by the collar, his Ruby Red eyes glinting dangerously. “Next time,” he growled, “I won’t be so forgiving.”

The wizard gulped, vanishing with a puff of smoke.

You stifled a laugh as Xanthus turned to you, his expression dark.

“You’re never buying me a collar again,” he muttered.

“But you were so cute!” you teased, only to earn a glare that promised vengeance

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