#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]

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.

[mitsukitsume]

Tbh I genuinely don't understand who this "creepy" creator is supposed to be😭? Everyone here is family. I don't see a problem with anyone. So to make things a bit happier I'll say something good about (almost )everyone here.

@lil-binuu She's so chaotic and sweet. Also I just imagine her to be actually hello kitty typing and giggling at posts lol. I just love her. Everyone does.

@beeblelady I love her art and creativity. Her character is so beautiful.

@claiestve She's the moment. The icon. Everything about you is just iconic. I love her style it's so unique and cool.

@jvdeiscool They are adorable. Their writing is adorable and just like Binu I imagine that little dog I forgot the name of it lol typing and responding. If they were a dessert they'd be cookies idk I can't describe but they just give wholesome cookies vibes. 🍪

@kieran-rhoades I love their rants about everything. There so friendly. Kinda getting mom of the group vibes from them. Areally lovely person 💝

@xzhdjsj The icon of this blog. Though she may not be active as that much anymore , her angst remains unmatched. She's so adorable (and chaotic)

@chilliesillie I absolutely love her art. She's so talented and smart since she's in med school! Like you go girl!

@peppymintdreams I love how consistent she is in her. She's so sweet and delivers every time with her fic! I love reading them. Hardworking Girl 🤭

@soscarlett1twas They seem mature and a very caring person. They give Andrew vibes. But a very nice and considerate person. I love being around people like them.

@nanachozip Another friendly, sweet and kind person here. I swear everyone here is just so kind that I am running out of words to describe them.

@c-t-r-l14 I love their writing. They also seem to be very kind and friendly person. <3

@literary-motif I love their fics sooo much! Every single piece is a work of art. I think everyone does here. They also seem like an old soul. Like the way they even normally talk and respond to others is so poetic. They speak expensive English and I love that☺️

@nowhere-nena Sweet, kind and adorable. She's my twin because we both love Isaac.

@violarkgk Oh.my.God. Their animation is EVERYTHINGGGGG. it's so beautiful. I just love the way they drew Isaac. The way his Japanese features were highlighted, I loved that. They are so talented.

@xxluneilaxxaus Her art style is so adorable! She's so talented and creative. Also she's very friendly!!! . Her art reminds me of the time when animation was at peak in 2018-2019!

I am sorry if I miss any there are alot of people here and these were on the top of my mind! I'll be adding more! 🌹🌹🌹🌹

[grapesrsogood]

Asirel: “i keep Pet around because they intimidate my coworkers and rivals, people are mush less eager to go against me or do something that i don’t approve of if i have a vampire by my side.”

Issac: “interesting, Pet is still safe to be around though? Pickle will be okay, right?”

Asirel: “well, it depends. Pet is unpredictable but usually stays peaceful around people that are friendly to them. But i can’t say for sure.”

Issac: starting to become nervous, knowing Asirel is probably exaggerating it but still worrying for Pickle “… maybe we should check on them.”

Issac: opening the door to the room

Jump up superstar playing on full volume from a just dance video, Pickle not noticing and Pet simply not caring.

Asirel: staring at the pair inelegantly flailing around in an attempt to match the commands “Pet is usually more…-“

Issac: not impressed “intimidating, didnt you say?”

Asirel: clears throat and walks back out into the hallway “moving on.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I KNOW

I know that i mentioned them doing just dance but it was too good to not write a teeeeensy scenario for it

This is all i have time for at the moment but hopefully into January there will be more opportunity :3

TAGLIST

@penelopesbaby @claiestve @onasvigo @xxluneilaxxaus

[penelopesbaby]

Why do ppl want drama in the saku tag so bad GO AWAYYYYY 🫵😭🫵😭🫵😭🫵😭🫵😭🫵😭

[des2dream]

Allow Me To Teach You Something!🌹✍

Reader X Andrew Marston story written by DesDaydream

It was the first week of a new semester and you've finally grown accustomed to the university environment. You recently moved out of your parent's house and found a place not too far from campus grounds. It took a lot of planning, a lot of spending, and a lot of time to adjust, but you feel like you can be able to manage now. Before you left for your studies, you promised your loved ones that you would do your best. You promised that you would have a good experience. You promised that you wouldn't let them down. You even made a promise to yourself that you would graduate no matter what. You can survive a couple years at university....away from your old home....in a new place....full of so many people young and old. You weren't used to this, but you knew that you had people who are willing and able to help you. You just know that you can do this! You meet up with your friend at one of the lounges in The Student Center for lunch and listen to them ramble about what happened yesterday.

"So this guy walks up to me and asks if I want to go to his party this weekend to "welcome the new students", but I know he's just using that as an excuse to lure people into his bedroom or something. I tell him 'no' and he has the nerve to say, 'Whatever, ugly! You'll be sorry when you're missing out' and I just.....No! I won't be missing out! I heard your wifi sucks anyway!"

You listen to every word they say, but you're more focused on your schedule this semester. You were given a fair amount of classes and nothing seems out of place. You want to make sure you know exactly what time your classes start so you don't make a bad first impression by being late.

"It is nice to have you with me. Things were starting to get a little boring around here. There's so much I want to show you. You're gonna love it! I've made a few friends here and they've been asking about you constantly!"

You nod in response as you continue to gaze at your schedule. Your friend notices the lack of eye-contact, but continues to speak.

"There's some cool places near campus that we can check out. The park? A few cafe's? We might be able to crash at my friends' dormitory once in a while if they'll let us. There's also this museum I've been hearing great reviews about! That sounds fun, right?"

You nod once more, but your attention is still focused on the list of classes you were given. Your friend now getting annoyed, sits up and swipes the schedule out of your hands in the blink of an eye.

"Hey! Earth to human being, are you in there? Are you feeling nervous? You've only got a few classes this semester and the first week is basically introductions. All you have to do is sit there and listen."

You apologize to your friend before admitting that you do feel a little nervous about the new semester and being so far from home. You're in unfamiliar territory and you want to make a good first impression on your professors and the other students. Your friend takes a moment to sympathize with you as they recall their first semester. They put a hand on your shoulder and reassure you that everything will be okay.

"You're smart! You've made it this far so what's stopping you now?"

Before you could respond, you and your friend are met with the president of the art club who is also good friends with your friend. There were plenty of clubs on campus, yet you weren't sure if you were going to join any of them. Your friend was well acquainted with different kinds of arts so it's no surprise that they'd be a part of the art club. You heard that they often had snacks on standby which was always a plus.

"Hey!" said The Art Club President as she took a seat next to you and your friend.

"How are we doing? Are we doing okay?"

She looked directly at you before asking,

"How has university been treating you so far?"

You're not sure how to say, but luckily your friend has got you covered.

"They're a little nervous, but I'm here to tell them that everything is gonna be alright and they're being a worry wart! You've been here for a while. Tell them how good campus has been to you!"

"Trust me, you're going to be fine. It takes time to get used to everything, but soon you'll have it all sorted out. You can call me if you ever feel lost," said The Art Club President.

"There's also plenty of professors and staff who can help you too. We even got some new faces recently. I'm not gonna lie, they look kinda cute. We have this T.A., Mr. Pearce who is very kind. A little timid, but very sweet and helpful. We have a wonderful dean. All the professors are cool. Hey, what does your schedule look like? I might recognize some names."

Your friend hands over your schedule for The Art Club President to examine it. She nods as she examines the professors you were assigned to, but she stops for a moment after reading the last name. She rubs her eyes and take a minute to look again. Her face went from cheery to concerned and that only made you tense up. Your friend is confused by this sudden reaction.

"Um, what's wrong?" they asked.

"Is there a problem?"

The Art Club President tries to muster up a smile, but you can still see the concern in their eyes. They burst out a fake laugh as they go to pat your back.

"No! I wouldn't say there's a problem! Everything's gonna be fine, kiddo! All these professors are great for you!"

"You don't sound so convinced," said your friend.

"Cut the bullshit and tell us what's up!"

The Art Club President lets out a defeated sigh.

"Okay, fine! You've been assigned a literature professor, correct?" she asks you to which you respond with a nod.

"Right......well......your professor.....he's.....well......"

Your friend swipes the schedule out of her hands and reads through it. Not even a minute later do they groan before collapsing into their seat.

"Ohmygoddamnit!" they groaned.

You're a little uneasy by this reaction and you ask what's going on. The Art Club President takes a deep breath before giving you an expanation.

"The university recently had a new literature professor since last semester, I believe. His name is Professor Marston. He's actually very smart to have become a professor at a young age. He seems to know what he's doing. It's just....."

"HE'S A BUZZKILL!!!" your friend yells.

"Some of my friends have taken his classes and they have their experiences. He's strict, he's incredibly serious, he's intimidating, and he's a buzzkill! He actually scolded one of my friends for being a couple minutes late like.....it's not that deep, sir!"

"Professor Marston just wants to ensure that the students can be able to take in as much information as possible. He means well, but....he's....um.....I promise he's not a monster or anything." said The Art Club President.

Great. Just great. Your first semester and you've already got a difficult professor coming your way. Just as you were getting ready for your future. Your breathing starts to get heavy. Your heart rate feels like it's pacing like the speed of sound. Beads of sweat are starting to form atop our forehead. You need to get out of there! You need to find a restroom or somewhere quiet! You excuse yourself from your friend's table and rush out. Unfortunately, you're not sure where some of the bathrooms are. You had a map of the campus, but now you've got tears in your eyes and your vision is blurry. Your eyes are looking down at your shoes, but you don't care. You need to run! You need to hide! You need to find somewhere to take a breather! You need to calm down!

Suddenly, you feel something collide into you before hitting the ground. You look to see your bag next to a puddle of someone's drink and spilled papers on the ground. You look up to see two eyes staring down at you in shock and disapproval. Today just wasn't your day! You frantically apologize as you gather up all the papers trying not to cry. You try to explain yourself, but you can't put it into complete sentences. Your practically shaking! A hand reaches down to you waiting for you to take it. Once you do, you feel a warm sensation travel through your body. You look up to see those same disapproving eyes you were scared of turn soft and compassionate. Your eyes travel to see beautiful locks of brown (or dirty blonde) hair and two perfect windows that protected those compassionate eyes. Those eyes, hair, and "two perfect windows" belonged to a tall man in professional clothing while holding a suitcase. His features were too captivating for you to look away. Your heart rate lowers and you're no longer shaking.

"Are you alright?" you hear a voice that sounded smooth like honey but slightly tough as nails.

You nod in response before apologizing again.

"Allow me to teach you something," said the man who owned such a distinct voice as he picked up your bag.

"Eyes are meant for observing. I would advise you to look up where you're going. Check for your surroundings, understand?"

You nod again before apologizing one more time and walk away in an opposite direction. You look back to see someone walk up to the man and look down at the mess on the floor you caused.

"Marston, what happened? Is everything alright?" they asked.

"Yes. I had a run-in with someone. Likely one of the students. It was an accident so it's nothing to fret over."

Did you hear that right? Marston? As in.....Professor Marston?! The person your friend just trash-talked a moment ago? The person who was said to be strict and intimidating? Sure, you felt a little scared at first, but that couldn't be him! Could it? You touch your hand and the thought of his touching yours gives your body another wave of sensational warmth. You feel your heart pounding and your face feels hot. This was going to be your new professor? Well......things just got interesting.

End Notes: Nothing like a "meet-cute backstory" to make things interesting, right? People like a "meet-cute" story, right? This was HARD! I don't usually write Fanfiction. I'm more used to writing my own creations, but I wanted to give it a shot. People seem to enjoy this type of art so why not give it a try? Also, this timeline is supposed to be Listener's first week and semester while Andrew is currently in his first year of being a professor and he's spent more time in university than Listener (if that timeline makes sense). Oh my gosh! I hope this turned out good! I'm a little embarrassed, but I hope you enjoyed it! That's it! Have a nice day! Bye now!

[belladonnadawn]

AMERICAN CRUMPETS, ARE YOU OKAY???? 😭

[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 @penelopesbaby @shelllyy

fanfics: @rayy2191

fanart: @skrunklebink @fleurinasblog

isaac: @skrunklebink

[vasilioscrow]

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.)

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Thank you for the question! I hope this suffices~

-Crow

[peppymintdreams]

Singer AU barista (AU where his mom is alive and he pursues his dreams )Barista slipping into coma as they got into a car accident) elias shedding tears as he sees barista slowly slipping away from this world😬🤧

We all hail peppy in unison🤭

Until You Wake

Elias x Barista

It all happened so fast…what would’ve happened if he went with them

The morning was calm, but the air carried a subtle tension as [Insert Your Name finished gathering their things. This wasn’t their first high-profile event, and while they were accustomed to the routine, Elias wasn’t. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as they adjusted their outfit in the mirror.

“I still don’t like this,” Elias muttered, his voice low and edged with concern.

Barista turned, offering him a reassuring smile. “Elias, it’s just a work thing. Plus, I’ll have security with me.

I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea for you to go alone,” Elias said, his voice sharp but tinged with concern. “Why can’t your boss just suck it up and let me come with you? It’s not like I’m gonna cause a scene.”

[Insert Your Name] sighed, slipping their phone into their pocket before turning to face him. “Because they’re worried about appearances. You showing up with me doesn’t exactly scream ‘professional,’ Elias. You know how they are.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before stopping in front of them. “Yeah, well, appearances don’t mean jack if something happens to you. What if someone’s tailing you? Or worse?”

“Elias again my security is there, They’re driving me to and from the venue. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You say that,” Elias said, running a hand through his hair, “but every time you step out of this safe house, it feels like you’re stepping into the lion’s den. Paparazzi, random fans, enemies I didn’t even know I had—they’re all out there. And you’re just…” His voice trailed off, frustration taking over.

[Insert Your Name] stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. “I get it. I do. But I’ve got professionals looking out for me. I’ll be okay.”

Elias frowned, his jaw tightening. “I should go with you. I don’t care if it’s not ‘professional.’”

[Insert Your Name] sighed. “You being there will just make it worse. The press will twist it into something, and we both know how that ends. Besides, I need you here holding down the fort. Let me handle this.”

“You say that like I have a choice,” he said, his tone softening but still carrying an edge.

“Elias.” [Insert Your Name]’s voice softened, but their expression was firm. “It’s just a work thing. I’ll be back in a few hours, tops. I’ll take the backroads, avoid anything sketchy. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“You’re asking me not to worry? Seriously?” He gestured to the door. “Look at the world we live in. I can’t just sit back and hope for the best.”

[Insert Your Name] stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “I know you’re scared. I know you want to keep me safe, but you can’t follow me everywhere. I need to handle this on my own.”

Elias met their gaze, his jaw tightening. “I don’t like this.”

“I know,” they said, their voice gentle. “But I’ll text you when I get there, and I’ll call as soon as I’m on my way back, okay? Please, Elias. Trust me on this.”

Elias smirked faintly, though the worry in his eyes didn��t fade. “You’d better keep your word.”

“I will,” they assured him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, holding onto them as if letting go was the worst thing he could do.

The sleek black SUV pulled up outside the venue, and Barista stepped out with their security team flanking them. The air was buzzing with flashes and shouting voices as paparazzi swarmed the car like vultures.

“[Insert Your Name]! Over here!”

“Who’s the mystery boyfriend? Is he dangerous?”

“What about the rumors of gang ties?”

Barista kept their head high, their publicist’s words about maintaining composure echoing in their mind. The security team did their best to create a barrier, but the cameras pushed closer, and the crowd became more chaotic.

Inside the venue, the event went off without a hitch, but leaving proved to be a different story. The paparazzi had only grown in numbers, their shouts louder, their questions more invasive.

[Insert Your Name]’s driver weaved through the streets, trying to lose the trailing cars, but the photographers were relentless. Their security guard reassured them repeatedly, “We’ve got this under control,” but Barista’s knuckles whitened as they gripped the seatbelt.

The driver turned down a quieter road, hoping to lose the tail, but one car, trying to overtake them for a better shot, swerved too close. Tires screeched.

Everything happened in an instant—the jarring impact, the glass shattering, the sudden lurch of the car. Barista barely had time to process what was happening before everything went dark.

Elias had spent the evening pacing the safe house, his nerves growing with every passing hour. He’d texted twice and called once, but there was no response.

When the breaking news alert flashed on the TV, he almost didn’t look. But the name [Insert Your Name] caught his eye, and the image of their crumpled SUV made his blood run cold.

“...beloved singer [insert your name] has been involved in a fatal car accident while attempting to avoid paparazzi...”

“No.” The remote slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor.

Elias’ body moved before his mind caught up. He grabbed his keys and bolted for the door, his vision blurred with panic and fury.

At the hospital, Elias stormed through the sterile halls, demanding answers from anyone who would listen. When he finally reached the ICU, the sight of Barista’s battered and unconscious form stole the breath from his lungs.

He sank into the chair beside them, his shaking hand brushing against theirs.

“I told you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I told you this would happen. Why didn’t I just go with you?”

Tears streamed down his face as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead to their hand. “You’re stronger than this. You have to be. Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me? Don’t you dare.”

Outside the room, a nurse quietly murmured to the doctor about the severity of Barista’s injuries, the faintest hint of regret in their tone.

And inside, Elias stayed, his world crumbling as he clung to the faint hope that the person he loved most could still come back to him.

Elias stood frozen in the sterile hospital room, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the faint rise and fall of Barista’s chest. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was his only tether to hope, the sole reminder that they were still alive, still fighting, though their body lay motionless in the hospital bed.

Bruises darkened their skin, bandages wrapped around their head and arms, and tubes connected to their fragile body. They looked so small, so vulnerable—a far cry from the vibrant person who always lit up his world with their teasing smile and infectious laughter.

The accident had happened so fast. One moment, they were talking about their event, playfully nudging him as they practiced their speech in the safe house, promising to be back by midnight. The next, their name was plastered across the TV screen, accompanied by the horrifying words, “Critical condition following a car accident.”

Paparazzi. The word churned in his head like bile. The reckless chase, the cameras, the desperation to capture every moment of [Insert Your Name]’s life without regard for their safety—it had all led to this.

Elias had been left behind at the safe house, just like they had insisted. Now, hours later, he was here, staring at the shattered aftermath.

The doctors had explained everything to him in a clinical tone he couldn’t stomach: "Severe head trauma," "internal bleeding," and "no guarantees." None of it made sense. None of it felt real. All he could do was sink into the chair by their bedside, clutching their hand like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

"Why’d I let you go alone?" Elias rasped, his voice breaking. His grip on their hand tightened, guilt and sorrow flooding his chest. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped you. God, I should’ve…” He trailed off, the lump in his throat choking the words before they could escape.

Tears streaked down his face as he leaned closer, brushing his lips over their knuckles. “C’mon, babe. You’re stronger than this. You’ve gotta fight—fight for us.”

He swallowed hard, closing his eyes to push back the memories of their last conversation. They’d argued, a small spat about him hovering too much, being overprotective.

"Elias, I’m not a child! I can handle this. Security will be with me—everything’s fine."

"You don’t get it!" he’d snapped back. "These people don’t care about your safety, they care about selling a damn picture!"

Their argument had ended in apologies, a hug, and soft kisses that now felt too final.

“You were right,” Elias murmured, his voice barely audible. “I was overbearing, but… I just couldn’t lose you. Not you. I never thought this would happen.”

He stared at their pale face, imagining their vibrant eyes opening again, their voice cutting through the silence, teasing him like they always did. But the longer he sat there, the harder it was to fight the suffocating reality pressing down on him.

His mind wandered to the dreams they’d shared—escaping Stockton, leaving the shadows of his past behind. He’d dreamed of seeing them standing on the biggest stages, their voice captivating the world while he cheered them on from the wings.

“I was gonna give you the world,” Elias whispered, tears dripping onto their hand. “We had plans, remember? You and me. Away from all of this—away from all the danger and the lies. You promised me, babe. You said we’d make it.”

The room felt too quiet, the beeping of the monitors a cruel reminder of how close they were to losing it all.

Elias pressed his forehead to their hand, his shoulders shaking as sobs racked his body. “Please… don’t leave me,” he whispered. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

He stayed like that for hours, his mind racing with memories of them singing off-key just to annoy him, dancing in their socks across the safe house floor, stealing his hoodies only to laugh when he pretended to be annoyed. They’d woven themselves into every corner of his life, and now the thought of losing them was more than he could bear.

When the first rays of morning light streamed through the hospital window, Elias hadn’t moved. His fingers were still laced with theirs, his heart aching in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

The door creaked open, and his mother stepped in quietly, her face somber as she rested a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look up, couldn’t tear his eyes from Barista’s still form.

“She’s still here,” his mother said softly, her voice a fragile comfort.

Elias nodded, the movement stiff. “But for how long?” he asked, his voice breaking.

His mother knelt beside him, her other hand joining his atop Barista’s. “As long as you’re here, she knows you’re fighting for her. That matters, Elias. Don’t let her go without knowing how much she means to you.”

He didn’t need the reminder—he’d spent every moment telling them, whispering promises and confessions, hoping that somehow, some way, they’d hear him and come back.

Elias pressed another kiss to their knuckles, his tears falling freely now. “I’ll fight for you. For us. Just… come back to me, babe.”

And then he sat back, settling into the chair, refusing to leave their side. If they were still fighting, so was he.

[hearts4mxlay]

Happy New Years Crumpets🩷! I hope for another eventful and successful year, wishing you all the best

♡ xoxo

[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.

[claiestve]

are yall mad at me

[grapesrsogood]

Lonely

Asirel x Pet || Angst/comfort

3rd person and she/her pronouns

Masterlist here

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The room was cold as Pet sat on the sofa, awaiting the return of Asirel. He had been especially busy lately and only come to see her three times in the past week.

Pets ears prick and she turns her head as the door creaks open, she had heard his footsteps coming down the hall but time and time again he had just walked past, ignoring the festering annoyance and anger in her demeanour.

Asirel set down some files onto his desk and shuffles them into separate piles, being as picky with his ordering as usual, and moves to stand next to Pet, watching her closely as she turns her head away from him sharply.

“Whats wrong, Pet?” Asirel finally asks and Pet huffs, standing and moving over to the fireplace, placing kindling down and lighting the fire-lighter beneath them, attempting to warm the room up. It would be uncomfortable to try and sleep in a room as cold as this, of course a vampire would have no issue but…

“Talk to me, whats on your mind?” Asirels smooth tone makes Pet pause, taking a deep breath and watching the gentle flames wrap around the wood.

“You’ve been out a lot lately, and im hungry,” Pet finally mumbles, just loud enough for Asirel to hear and she continues to slowly stoke the fire.

“You know that work has been stressful lately,” Asirel perches himself on the armchair a few feet behind Pet, “especially with the recent death, his funeral was two days ago so im still going through paperwork for his coworkers to have.”

Pet stays silent for a moment, her frown deepening as she places a small log onto the fire, the dry wood catching quickly and the heat steadily rising, “you said id get attention and feeding, in return id protect you. I have not been needed, nor have i been fed. Im a wrestles person you know, Asriel,” Pet says lowly, her anger spiking, matching the flickering flames before her.

Asirel sighs as he stands again, sauntering over to stand behind Pet, “there are plenty of people here you can feed from, i told you that we have people being held especially for you, you just have to ask.” He crouches down and pulls back Pets hair, brushing through it gently with his fingers.

“I dont want to feed from them, i want you!” Pets voice rises as she shakes her head and turns to face him.

“Pet, im busy but i can give you attention now, i have a meeting early tomorrow though so i wont be i for most of the day,” he attempts to compromise but Pets hostility seems to grow even more.

“Exactly! You say you want me to intimidate people or whatever but you never take me anywhere! You keep me in this room, alone and hungry, but that’s not fair!” Pets anger mirrors the angry flames behind her, she balls her hands into fists and leans forward towards Asirel.

“I should just do what i did before! I should take what i want and drain you because you dont care! You never did!” Pet lunges at Asirel and his eyes widen, attempting to pull away and stand up but Pet was too quick, “i hate you! I hate all of you! You’re a liar!”

Pet keeps Asirel beneath her as she screams, her eyes welling with tears as she stares down at Asirel, his fear slowly starts to shift into understanding and maybe even sympathy as he stares up at Pet.

“I cant believe i thought you’d be any different! I should kill you! It’s what i want! It’s what I’ve wanted since the moment i was out of those fucking chains!”

Asirel brings an hand up to Pets face, his gaze meeting hers, “i can tell you’re not an angry person, i can see the sadness in your eyes.”

His words were soft and Pets breath catches, they hold eye contact before Pets face starts to crumple, finally letting their body go limp as Asirel sits up, pulling her body into his. She sobs into his chest as he rocks her gently and goes back to toying with her hair.

“Its alright, you’ll be okay. I know i haven’t been around much, youre right, you should be able to come with me to work meetings. Its why i originally wanted you, but i was worried that you would find it overwhelming, i thought you preferred to stay here where its quiet and peaceful. I was wrong, and im so sorry.”

Pet looks up, meeting his gaze as he wipes away a tear from her cheek, “i hate being alone.”

Asirel cups her cheek in his palm, keeping her grounded and focused on him, “then i’ll never leave you again.”

A sheep in wolfs clothing.

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Do i end it there? Kinda feels rushed…

IDK

I know i said i didnt have time but im starved of writing (T___T)

Two posts before Christmas, im spoiling yall

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I hope this was good, BAIIIIII

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